#yeah if you have any tips or like pointers i’d really appreciate it!! | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

babbushka · 3 years

Note

please can i have 9 from the nsfw prompts with pale please;)

2.2k, NSFW (rough sex at the dinner table, naked woman clothed man spanking, PIV, fingering, dirty talk)

The first time you sigh, Pale doesn’t think anything of it. You sighed sometimes, for lots of different reasons. Not everything had to fuckin’ mean something. It was a lovely evening, Pale was home early from work, you had the day off so he gave you some money so you could pamper yourself from head to toe, he cooked up a big delicious dinner -- if he says so himself, which he does -- and he even turned on the stereo set to play some soft music while you both ate.

The second time you sigh, Pale debates bringing it up. But then he figures nah, you’re the type of woman that says what’s on her mind. You don’t dilly dally around your opinions like some of these other broads do, trying to get their men to guess at what’s botherin’ them. No, that isn’t your style, not usually anyway.

“Alright,” He levels you a look, setting his fork down on the third time that you sigh, eventually giving into the bait and asking, “What’s the fuckin’ matter with you?”

Your eyes widen at the sharpness of his voice, and it’s then that Pale realizes maybe you didn’t know you were makin’ all them huffing puffing sounds as you pushed your dinner around your plate.

“Nothin’!” You frown, shruggin’ with one of your shoulders in that way of yours that meant something was definitely wrong. “Nothin’s the matter. It’s just...”

“Just what, c’mon, spit it out sweetheart you know I can handle it whatever it is.” Pale steels himself for something disastrous, holds his breath.

“You didn’t fuck me this morning.” You announce, sounding halfway between sad and annoyed, and if Pale had been chewing anything, he’d be choking.

“What?” He stares at you with a frown, and you shrug again, waving your hand around, sounding too much like your feelings are hurt when you explain;

“This morning. You left, without wakin’ me up, you know. Without givin’ me a good morning.”

Pale wracks his brain, because that didn’t sound right. That didn’t sound like Pale, not fuckin’ you or at the very least makin’ out with your cunt before he had to go to work. But then, oh right, he remembers that he had to leave too early, and wanted to be sweet to you for once, wanted to let you get your rest. Especially because,

“The last time I woke you up on your day off, you threatened to scratch my eyes out with your nails.” He reminds you, pointing the fork in your direction, belatedly noticing, “Which look real good by the way, I like that color.”

“Thank you I got them done before lunch, I thought I’d try somethin’ new out.” You brighten up for a moment, holding your hand out properly for him to take a good look at, before sighing again, “But you didn’t fuck me, and I’ve been thinkin’ about it all day.”

Raising your brows at him from across the table, he catches the desperation in your voice. That was the edge he had heard: you were hungry, but not for dinner.

“Oh, I see.” He pushes himself back from the table then, real slow-like.

It’s an invitation, one that you take immediately. Standing up from your chair, your hand trails along the table-cloth as you round the corner and settle yourself between his spread legs. From here, Pale can appreciate the tight, short dress you’ve got on, the gold chain around your throat, the diamonds in your ears. You look like a million’ fuckin’ bucks, and he’s hard in his pleated trousers because you’re all his.

“Do you?” You whisper, your voice gone all sultry as you bite at your lip. “Do you really? Because it’s real mean to make a girl wait all day long, especially when she looks like this.”

Tantalizingly slowly, you reach behind yourself and grasp at the little zipper that holds your dress up, tugging it down down down, the dress loosenin’ around your body and fallin’ to the floor as it goes.

“Are you asking me to fuck you stupid right here?” Pale’s gaze immediately goes to your breasts, his hands rushin’ up to give them a firm squeeze, thumbs rubbin’ circles over your nipples as they stiffen against the cool night air, “Is that it?”

“I’m not askin’.” Your eyes glint.

With one quick movement, Pale’s surging up to kiss you, hot and heavy right on your mouth, messing up your pretty lipstick, smudging and smearing it all around. And then as quickly as he’s there, he’s pulling away, turning you around and bending you over the table at a nice clean spot that doesn’t have any dishes, kickin’ your feet apart.

He doesn’t waste time shoving one of his hands between your legs, because of course you ain’t wearin’ any panties, of course not -- why would you when it’s just the two of you here in his apartment?

“Christ look at how wet you are baby, been wet for me all fuckin’ day huh? Did you touch yourself and think of me? Think of how I can do it so much better for you?” He drapes his body over you, relishes in the way your ass is already pressing against the hard line of his cock in his trousers.

Pushing his pointer and middle finger all the way up into your pussy, it’s all you can do to gasp out a moan and clutch at the tablecloth. He wishes he could watch the way his fingers disappear into you, but he’s glued to your back and biting sucking licking at your exposed shoulder, drinking in the sound of your moans and that’s good enough for now.

“Yes!” You push your hips back back back against his hand, grinding down as they crook and curl up inside you, searching for that special spot that has stars dancing behind your eyelids, “Fuck I love your fingers, you make me feel so good Pale.”

“My little slut can’t go one day without somethin’ up her cunt, ain’t that right. I’m sorry sweetheart, I shoulda known better, shoulda given you somethin’ to hold you over ‘til I came back. But I’m here now, I’ll take care of this pussy just the way you need.” With his other hand, Pale fumbles around with his belt buckle, wrenching it open so that he can yank down his zipper and fish out his cock.

“Please! It’s no fun comin’ when you ain’t here.” You moan as he slips in his ring finger too, the stretch of all three making your knees turn in, your thighs shake.

“That’s what I like to hear baby, spread your fuckin’ legs for me.” Pale grunts, and you do as he says, knowing you’ll get the best fucking of your life for it -- because that’s what every time you have sex with Pale feels like.

Barely the tip is in before you’re already having to take deep breaths, having to steady yourself and open up your hips, because of how fucking huge his cock is. You’d been together for damn near two years, and it still always came as a surprise. He rubs the head of his cock through your soaked folds, and even though he fingered you open, it’s still an effort to thrust himself in, his cock so big that if you didn’t know you could take it, you might panic.

“Shit you’re tight, damn, relax for me, one day without my dick ain’t an eternity, your pussy remembers, just relax.” He’s right there, draped over your back again, his mouth right on your ear as he coaxes you and soothes you, and he’s right, even though it doesn’t feel like it.

“It feels like an eternity! Oh fuck, yes Pale, keep goin’ please, please I want more.” You moan when your body listens, when you let your hips widen, your legs spreading even further, thighs already shaking and toes already curling as he manages to push in deep deep deep -- bottoming out with only a few more thrusts.

And then, once it’s in, Pale’s pulling out -- thrusting back into you so hard that the sound of your moan is swallowed by the scrape of the table against the floor, as he builds up a brutal rhythm that has you holding on for dear life, your mouth dropped open from pleasure.

“Got you trained for my cock don’t I? Ruined you for everythin’ else, just my girl. Goddamn you’re beautiful. You know I don’t get to see your back all that fuckin’ often?” With his fingers pulled out of your pussy, Pale keeps one hand on your hip to steady you, and slaps your ass hard with the other one, the sound of sweaty skin smacking together going straight to his cock.

“Yeah ‘cause I’m always layin’ on it.” You laugh brightly, the tail end of it dissolving into a throaty moan that has Pale sweating in his fuckin’ dress shirt, has him biting down against your shoulder, marking you up.

“When’s the last time I told you you’re perfect?” He grunts as he thrusts into you hard hard hard, fast and steady, his cock pulling out and then slamming right back in, slapping your ass again so hard that you’re keening, that you’re shouting out his name.

“Pale! Tell me again anyway -- oh! Oh right there, fuck, oh my god!” Your shoulders jolt and shiver, because he’s found the spot his fingers had missed, and he’s got to press you back down onto the table when you try and snap up from the surprise of it.

“That’s it baby feel how deep I am inside of you, I’ll treat you right, make you come so hard.” Pale pets back your hair as he grinds his cock into your pussy, his dick hard and throbbing inside the tight clutch of your velvety walls.

You’re getting fucked so hard that your feet are barely on the floor anymore, legs kicking up from the sheer overwhelming sensation of being so full.

“Yes!” You moan, clenching and squeezing around him, wanting to give as good as you get, “Yesyesyes, more Pale, harder I can take it.”

“That’s fuckin’ right you can, my best girl, fuck, fuck you’re so good on my cock, I could live here, right inside this pretty pussy that’s all for me, feelin’ you come again and again. You want that? Want to be my little cockwarmin’ slut forever?” He grunts, punctuating his sentences with slaps to your ass, licking up your cheeks where tears have spilled over, your chest heaving against the table, begging for more.

“Yes!” You keep pushing back against him, chasing the feeling, hot pleasure coiling up inside your stomach, rising on the edge of tipping over, you’re so close, just a little more, that’s all you’ll need -- and Pale knows it.

“Gonna come all over me?” He asks, but it’s more of a plea, and he kisses at your throat as he fucks you through your tears.

“Y-yes!” Your body is pinching up then, and you’re hiccuping around a moan, and your pussy throbs and pulses around him as you shout, “Oh fuckfuckfuck -- !”

“Attagirl.” Pale doesn’t let up even as you come, even as the slick drips down your thighs, soaks into his trousers. The hand that’s resting on your hip reaches around and toys with your swollen clit, making you whine out his name, “That’s okay baby keep sayin’ my name, let the neighbors know who’s treatin’ you right.”

“Pale...! Pale oh -- oh I’m --!” You shudder again, whole body goin’ through it, as pleasure crashes through you hard, hard enough to pull Pale over the edge too, and he presses you against the table a little more forcefully under the weight of his own body going limp on top of you.

After a moment, when you’ve both had the chance to catch your breath, he blindly reaches behind him until his hand manages to grasp his chair, and then he’s sitting back down onto it, taking you with him.

You look like a fucking mess, completely glassy-eyed and smiling like the cat that got the damn cream, and Pale doesn’t want you anywhere or anyway else all night, saying as much, “You better just sit here for the rest of the night.”

“Oh yeah?” You giggle, love drunk in the best way, your bones like jello.

“Yeah, it’s safer here.” He kisses your cheek, wishes he had a cigarette to light up. He could go get one from his jacket pocket, but then he’d have to get up, and there’s no fucking way he’s doing that.

“Okay. But my dinner’s over there.” You protest, settling firmly on his cock that’s still hard, still pumping you full of his load.

“Yeah well, shoulda fuckin’ thought about that before you decided to go and be a brat.” Pale sighs, making you lightly swat at his chest. “Alright alright alright, you can have some of mine.”

Brightening up at that, you reach for his fork that had gotten all jostled in the meanwhile, and reach out to pluck something off his plate, being nice enough to let him have the first bite, before eating the rest.

“And then when we’re done eatin’, I’ll fuck you again. Ya know, for good measure.” Pale licks across his teeth, making you grin, because as far as you’re concerned, he’s got a whole day to make up for.

-----------------------------------

Tagging some Pale loving friends!

#adam driver fanfic #adcu #pale burn this #burn this broadway #adam driver burn this #pale smut #pale imagine #jimmy pale #my writing

136 notes · View notes

duskholland · 4 years

Text

Lingerie | Tom Holland Smut

summary ↠ your co-star Tom offers to photograph you in your new lingerie, and it only escalates from there.

word count ↠ 3.9k

warnings ↠ this is pretty much just pwp I won’t lie. we’ve got some dirty talk, a lingerie-filled photoshoot, a lil bit of thigh riding, oral (fem receiving) and then MxF sex

a/n ↠ quarantine is doing ~stuff~ to me and I couldn’t stop thinking about the concept of Tom being your photographer and getting more and more riled up so....here ya go. enjoy! this is the first time I’ve posted nsfw stuff in a very very long time, so any feedback would be appreciated :) also a huge thank you to @rhapsodyparker for being my fave hype man - love you mate !

18+ !!!! this contains NSFW material, so do not read if you are a minor.

Spending a few weeks in London with your new co-star Tom and his brothers had been the brilliant idea of your manager. When your schedule had presented you with a some valuable weeks off between projects, she’d suggested that bunking down with him in his London house would be the perfect way to get to know the man before you spend the next months acting out your latest project. You’d seen him around at a few awards shows, and he hadn’t been opposed to hosting you, so with a few heavy suitcases and an open mind, you’d moved into the house he shares with his brother Harry and his best friend Harrison.

It’s been three weeks since you first rolled up, and things are going well. You’ve been enjoying getting to know the guys and the city they love so much, and it seems like every day you grow more and more comfortable around Tom - which is only a good thing, given that your upcoming project requires you to tangle with him in a few risqué scenes. But you’d be lying if you said that your feelings for the brown eyed star are merely platonic, and over the last couple of days especially, you’ve found your thoughts wandering. You catch yourself stiffening as you watch him throw back a pint of beer, his sturdy fingers wrapped carefully around the glass. And something in the pit of your stomach stirs every time he sits by you, his thigh pressing flushed to yours. You’ve even caught him staring at you from across the room a few times, his eyes trailing over your figure, and you haven’t been able to stop yourself from imagining his curly brown hair rubbing at your inner thighs.

It’s a game. A dangerous, heated game, and with every passing day, his eyes seem hungrier as they meet with yours, and he seems to inch closer to you. Neither of you have acted on the sizzling tension that ripples between you, but you know it’s just a matter of time before one of you moves a little too close, or touches the other for a little too long, and it all explodes.

“What have you got there, Y/N?”

You’re pulled from your dirty thoughts by a question coming from the man you’re daydreaming about. Tom walks into the kitchen, raising a hand in greeting as he peers down at the package you’re holding. His deep brown eyes meet with yours as you smile at him in greeting.

“Just some clothes. I’m doing a brand deal and they want me to take some pictures and post them on my Instagram,” you explain. You put the package down on the kitchen table and carefully begin to cut along the seam.

“Getting that money, eh?” You laugh as Tom slips into a chair beside you, watching you curiously with his chin resting in his hands.

“A girl’s gotta make a living,” you reply. “Hey, do you think Harry would take some shots for me? It’s always hard to get the angles right.”

Tom hums beneath his breath. “Yeah, I’m sure he’d be down for that. He and Harrison are out at the moment, though, so you’ll need to wait-“ He falls silent as you tip the contents of the package onto the table, your cheeks warming immediately as you take in the garments you’ve been sent.

Lingerie. Several different pairs of matching bras and panty sets, in a scattering of different colours and designs. You feel your heart beat faster in your chest as Tom stares down at the pieces, his own face blushing a deep red.

“I think Harry might die if I make him take photos of me whilst I’m wearing this,” you admit, picking up a red lacy bralette. Tom’s younger brother has always been nice to you, but he radiates the sort of nervous energy that can sometimes put you on edge, and you immediately know you can’t ask him to photograph you. “Guess I’ll just have to struggle through this by myself,” you mutter dejectedly.

Tom’s eyebrows raise as he looks between you and the lace in your fingers, realisation replacing his shock. He sits up straight, stretching out his arms and his biceps flex as he meets your gaze. “I can always help you,” he offers shyly. You meet his eyes and his tongue slips out to wet his lower lip.

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“I’m not as good as Harry, but I like to think I’ve picked up a few of his tricks.” Tom reaches out, fingers connecting with the tops of your arms, and your breath hitches as he grins cheekily. “Besides, I’m sure I could help you with some of your angles. If you want, of course.”

The question hangs in the air. As his fingers gently trace over your upper arm, you know this is the opportunity to back out. He’s looking at you through heated, brown eyes, but you know he’ll leave it alone if you decide to draw the line here and maintain the professional distance you’ve been slowly narrowing. But you don’t want to, and suddenly, you’re overwhelmed by a longing for him to keep touching you, and the idea of him photographing you as you lounge around in this new, sexy lingerie sets your heart racing.

“I’d love that, Tom. Are you free just now?”

He nods quickly, the tips of his curly brown hair wafting in the air. “Definitely.”

[-----]

It takes you about twenty minutes to get ready for the shoot. You’ve been around in Hollywood for long enough to know how best to do your makeup and tie your hair, and much to your relief, the lingerie clings to you perfectly. The contract you’d signed states you only have to post photos in one of the sets, so you pick one with a nice, deep burgundy hue and then walk out into your bedroom where Tom’s waiting for you. His wide eyes fall on you and suddenly you get a little self-conscious, reaching up to cross your arms over your chest as his gaze slides up and down your figure, drifting over every inch of exposed skin. When he drags his eyes back to your face and gives you a bit of a smirk, a shiver rolls down your spine.

“You look stunning,” Tom says, voice hoarse. He clears his throat quickly, averting his eyes as his cheeks gain a healthy colour. “Really, Y/N… You look amazing.”

His compliments bring a smile to your face, and you carefully put your hands back to your sides. You feel tentative and shy, but you approach him anyway and pass him your phone. “Thanks, Tom,” you mumble, meeting his eyes quickly. “Um, I was thinking you can just get a few of me the window, and then after that, maybe a couple on the bed.”

“Sounds great.”

You hesitate for a moment, looking at him carefully. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

Tom runs a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face as he chuckles lowly. “I don’t mind at all, Y/N. There are worse things to do than take photos of a pretty girl like you.” You bite your lower lip as you smile bashfully at him.

“Okay,” you say. You move over to the window before adding a quick, “I will pay you back, Tom.” You punctuate your promise with a wink, and then turn around and try out a few positions against the window.

Tom gives you a few pointers as he starts to capture your shots. You know what you’re doing, but his advice helps you twist and angle yourself in the most flattering ways. The main focus has to be on the sponsored lace clinging to your chest, and as time goes by and he gradually moves nearer and nearer to you, your thoughts grow darker. You’d be lying if you said the seductive smiles and soft angles you’re throwing out are just for Instagram. It makes your heart race and a heat build between your legs to have him watching you so intently, occasionally chewing on his lower lip as he works. When you turn around and face the window directly, you arch your back purposefully and you can feel his stare hot on the curve of your ass, and as you throw your head back over your shoulder to meet his flushed face, you know you’ve caught him right in the act of checking you out.

“How are the photos?” You ask, breaking the charged silence after a few moments of sustained, intense eye contact. You relax your position as Tom steps nearer and passes back your phone, but he lingers by your side before draping a hand over your back. His hand rests on your naked hip, his touch gentle but it causes you to push into him greedily. He’s warm and he smells like pine trees and man, and your body is thrumming with so much sexual energy that you can feel your lace panties dampening.

“You look unreal,” he says, watching over your shoulder as you flick through the photos. “I’m not even sure they do justice to how incredible you look right now.”

You smile gratefully, favouriting a few of the shots. “You know, I think we’ve got as many as we need, actually. You did a really good job, Tom. Thank you.” You put your phone on the windowsill and turn to look at him properly. When his hand goes to slip from your waist, you reach down and grab at it, pushing it back into place firmly. His eyes meet yours, a curious questioning mixing with the dark lust, and you give him a smirk. “I know you liked watching me.” Your gaze briefly dips down to his crotch, and the way you can see the outline of his cock straining against his jeans. Emboldened, you lean up and brush your lips by his ear, “If you want me, you can just tell me.”

You keep your lips by his ear. When he reaches up and wraps his other hand around your waist and pulls you closer, you let your mouth drag down his neck, pressing soft, light kisses to his pale skin. You keep going until he whines, and then you suck against his sweet spot and nibble at the skin, teasing him gently until he wraps his fingers beneath your chin and tilts your face up to look at him.

“You’re such a tease, you know that, love?” He speaks, voice dropping an octave. His eyes are on your lips and the deep red lipstick you’ve coated them with, a burning fire dancing in his eyes. “Walking in here with all that lingerie, kissing my neck like that.” His fingers move from your chin and up to cup your cheek. “I want you,” he whispers, mouth brushing yours ever so slightly. The confirmation makes you wrap your arms around his neck, and you place a kiss just beside his mouth, grinning softly.

“Then have me.”

His mouth captures yours in a heated collision of lips and teeth, and you moan into his mouth as his hand slips back into your hair and tugs at your strands. His hot tongue slips into your mouth as you kiss him back passionately, your body burning from all the pent-up frustration you’ve been pushing back for weeks. The hand on your waist slips up to your back, holding you flush against him as his groans, his face flushed and his forehead sweaty, and your core throbs as you hold him close to you.

Tom breaks the kiss after a few mind-numbing minutes, and you know you’ve got lipstick smudged over your face, but you don’t care as he leads you over to the bed. You straddle his waist as he sits up against the headboard, his hungry hands trailing over every part of your exposed skin as your heart rate spikes. His thighs are firm and you can’t help but grind down against one of them as he pulls your mouths together again. The friction you get through your wet panties from his tough black jeans makes you whimper into his mouth, and he pulls back with a lazy smirk on his face, his pupils blown wide with lust.

“You’re so bloody hot,” he murmurs, hand brushing over your arm. “Can’t believe you’re here right now, looking like this. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He leaves a few soft kisses to your shoulder, gazing up at you softly, his brown curls strewn messily across his forehead. Your heart skips a beat.

You run a fond hand through his curls before pulling at the hem of his t-shirt. “I think you’re wearing too many clothes.” Tom laughs but holds up his arms as you pull it up and over his head, and then you roll from his lap as he wiggles out of his tight jeans and throws him aside. He pulls you back to his lap, this time positioning you so your centre rests over his black Calvin Kleins, and you rock down to feel his length pressing up against the fabric. “Shit, Tom,” you curse, the pressure sending rolls of pleasure through your clit. Your forehead falls to his as his hands move your hips, helping you grind against him as both of you feel a little relief. “I want you so bad.”

Tom moves quickly, flipping the position until you’re the one on your back, your head nestled in the soft pillows, and he’s pressed over you, caging you in with a strong arm either side of your head. He catches your lips in another kiss, and when he pulls back, he lets his teeth tug at your lower lip, catching your moan in his open mouth.

“Can I take these off?” He asks, pulling at the waistband of your red panties. You nod quickly and raise your hips as he tugs them down your body, his large hands pressing your thighs up and apart as he settles between your legs, his eyes drifting down your slippy slit. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re absolutely soaked for me.” He drags a light finger through your folds, applying a very light, very teasing pressure to your clit, and it makes you grind down against him. “So fucking needy,” he coos, finally rubbing your tender bud with a little more pressure. As you gasp and fist your fingers in his hair, he moves his face nearer your core. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen a cunt this wet and hot for me. Mind if I have a taste, darling?”

His filthy words make your body shake, and the moment you’ve nodded your head, your back arches from the mattress as his soft, warm tongue slips out and wraps around your bud. One of his hands anchors your hips to the bed as the other accompanies his mouth on your core, and you moan loudly as he slips two sturdy fingers into your wet, aching entrance. It feels unbelievable to have Tom pressed between your legs, his fingers curling and pounding into your heat in a way that makes you cry out loudly. And his mouth - oh, god, his mouth - is unbelievable. You can tell he’s enjoying it by the way he works his tongue so smoothly, teasing lightly through your wet folds before circling back to your bud, kissing it and lapping over it and sucking it until you’re a sweaty, delirious mess above him.

Your fingers ache from the hold you’ve got on his hair, and you suck in a breath as you feel your edge approaching. “God, Tom, you’re so fucking good at that. I’m gonna cum if you keep it up.”

For a wonderful moment, you think he’s gonna keep going. He’s got his fingers pressed flush against your sweet spot and it feels so amazing that you’re about to melt, but then he smacks his lips and pulls back, leaving you high and dry and panting desperately on the sheets.

“Oh, what was that? You were gonna cum?”

You blink desperately down at him, surprised to see him looking up at you so confidently, with that teasing smirk dancing over his face. “Tom, I swear to god, you’re such a dick-”

“Shh.” He reaches up and drags his messy fingers over your mouth, and you part your lips to let them in. You swirl your tongue over his digits, humming lightly as you suck off your tangy juices, his eyes watching you darkly. It feels so dirty, but it sends a thrill down your spine, and your core continues to throb as you pull at his shoulders and bring him back up to you. “I think it’s only fair that we cum at the same time, princess? Don’t you?” He whispers.

You release his fingers with a pop, sighing frustratedly as you trail your hands down his toned front. His muscles pull taut and tense, and as you grab a peek at the lines of his abs, you find yourself wondering how you ended up like this with him. He’s so handsome it makes you ache, and it’s as if he can hear your thoughts as he presses a few kisses to your jaw.

“And you call me a tease,” you respond, eyelids fluttering shut as he drags his mouth over your neck. “Stop messing around and fuck me, Tom.”

“Mm, so demanding.”

You grab at his hair and tug his face away from your collarbones and up to your mouth, kissing him hard. “I need you,” you whisper hurriedly against his lips. “I’m going to explode if you don’t fuck me.”

His lips pull into a warm smile. “Well, we can’t be having that, can we?” He replies. “Condom?” You point at the bedside table and he disappears for a few moments, leaving your body cold and empty. Once he’s procured a shiny silver packet, you watch with wide, hungry eyes as he pulls off his boxers, pumps his length a few times, and then rolls this plastic over his tip before you even get a chance to touch him. He notices your pout and bites his lower lip as he moves back over you. “You can touch me next time,” he promises. “Right now, I just want to be with you.”

“Next time?” You mumble, your lips going to his ear as he pushes your thighs apart. You kiss his lobe softly, dragging your teeth over his skin until he whines.

“If you want there to be a next time, of course,” he adds. You make brief eye contact as your heart pangs in your chest, but then you find yourself distracted as his cock rubs through your aching slit and you curse, gripping his shoulder hard.

“I definitely want there to be a next time,” you promise. His tip prods at your entrance and it takes everything in you to keep back a whine. “Now, please, Tom, let me feel you.”

He presses a small kiss to your lips, and then follows through with your request. Your fingers dig into his arms as his length fills you completely and deeply, your jaw falling slack as you moan loudly.

“You’re so wet for me, love. Feels so good around me-” Tom’s voice breaks into a groan as his hips meet yours, finally in as far as possible. “Fuck, wish I could stay like this forever.”

You scatter a series of hot, breathy kisses to his forehead as you adjust to him, before running a hand over his shoulder and nodding certainly. “You can move now,” you say.

He rocks into you gently, exploring your hot heat with care as his hands move all over you. One moment he’s gripping at the lace on your boobs, the next he’s got his fingers slipping over your hard nipples, and after that he’s pulling on your hair. All whilst his cock pushes into you, gradually growing more fervent, your soaking pussy welcoming him in easily. Your groans mix with his as you cling to him, your entire body shaking from the tension building in your body as he fucks you hard and fast.

“I love your pussy,” he rasps, teeth digging into your skin as his sweaty forehead rests on your shoulder. With every thrust, he adjusts the angle, only settling into a proper pace as he hits your special spot and you moan loudly, raking your fingers down his back. “So fucking perfect, baby.” His mouth drops praises all over you and it just makes you feel even more into it as you push your hips down to meet his thrusts.

“You fuck me so well, Tom,” you groan into his hair. The muscles in his back ripple beneath your touch as he fucks you roughly. “God, you’re gonna make me cum.”

He manages to keep himself supported on one arm as the other slips down, his hand roaming between your bodies to find your pulsing bud. As he rubs over your trembling clit, you feel your orgasm build quickly in the pit of your stomach, everywhere feeling alert and hot and needy as you pull him closer.

“Mmm, you gonna cum for me, Y/N? Let me feel you clenching around me as you scream my name?” His voice is dirty and dark and the way his lips curl around your name makes you clench tightly. “C’mon, let go. I’ve got you.”

And he rolls his hips against you just as his fingers rub your clit, and it’s so deliciously hot that your head rolls back and your orgasm peaks. Your chest heaves, the lace wrapped around your breasts pushing up against Tom’s hot chest as you cum noisily, your body tingling as a pulsing warmth spreads out from your centre. Tom grunts and screws his eyes shut as you clench and squirm beneath him, and a few moments later you feel his rhythm falter as he reaches his peak too. You rock together as your highs mix and build, your hair sticking to your face as your moans turn to whimpers and your grip on his arm relaxes, and when he pulls out, you’re left feeling empty but satisfied. You breathe deeply as Tom collapses beside you on his side, his hand grabbing at yours as his eyes find yours, searching your face carefully.

“Wow,” is all you manage to say. You shiver from the pleasurable aftershocks, your body feeling light and tingly and completely fucked out, and when Tom pulls you nearer, you let him hold you in a hug against his hot chest, feeling happily settled in his embrace. “Anyone ever told you that you’re really good at that?”

Tom laughs gently, his hand pushing your hair from your face which allows him to kiss you again. It’s softer now, not burning quite as fiercely as it had before, but it’s still unbelievably nice to have him this close to you, loving on you so tenderly. “You really are something else, love,” he compliments. His eyes sparkle brightly as he squeezes your hand. “And I wasn’t lying earlier, I really would be down to do this again.”

He looks vulnerable and nervous for a second, but you quickly smooth away his nerves as you kiss him softly, gripping at the back of his neck. Your lips fit perfectly together, and it’s as if everything has finally slotted into place as you admit, “I would be more than happy to do this again, Tom. Maybe you can even take me on a date.”

His entire face seems to light up, and he leaves a quick kiss on your cheek as he grins. “I would love that, darling.”

[------]

A few hours later…

[@yourusername has posted a new photo]

| image |

@yourusername: good things come to those who wait...

Comments:

@tomholland2013: 🔥🔥🔥

@fan1: omg do u guys think they’re dating

@fan2: why has she tagged tom on her chest like that

@fan3: omg i ship it

[------]

any feedback? I would love to hear any thoughts you have on this!

masterlist

taglist ↠ see this post to be added :D

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland oneshot #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x reader #woohoo #lowkey highkey inspired by all the cute hot girls i follow on instagram #ooft #my writing #y/n #y/n use #self insert #self-insert #wahey #costar!reader #famous!reader #smut

2K notes · View notes

maerenee930 · 3 years

Text

so question for anyone who can help me, please! i so badly would love to see more fics of Robert Sheehan’s characters with a plus sized partner (like maybe someone who i dentifies as she/they, you know? 🥺) i wouldn’t mind writing one but i’m gonna be honest, i don’t think it would be that good. i haven’t written any kind of story since high school (it’s been almost 10 years since i graduated high school 😅) and idk i just feel like i wouldn’t be good at it. i make up stories in my head with his characters or play out scenarios of things that would happen if i were apart of the story 😅 but i feel like i’d have a hard time trying to write all of them out. if that makes sense? like i would love to write something about Klaus having a shorter plus size, female, identifies as she/they, bi/Pan/queer best friend or partner. but i have a hard time collecting all of those thoughts and ideas so it’s cohesive and just not an extremely chaotic mess 😅 i just would love to also see more plus size people in the fics because as a plus size person, i feel like i don’t see a ton of fics like that. it’s just nice to felt like i’m being seen, heard and my body type is something to embrace rather than be embarrassed by it. you know? there’s a few other reasons why but that’s honestly just a whole lot of personal issues that i’m working on when it comes to my self image 😅 anyway, i would really love to see more of that in fics but also have a hard time summoning up the courage to ask anyone i follow if they could write something like that. so my question is, would anyone be willing to help me out, give me pointers or suggestions as to how i could go about starting to write some fics of my own? i mean i figure if this is something i really want, (and it is) then there is no reason why i can’t push myself out of my comfort zone and try to do it. just cause i’m a little unsure of how it would turn out isn’t a good enough reason to not do it. so yeah, if anyone would be willing to help me out and give me some tips or suggestions as to how i can not only start writing my own fics, but also maybe give some suggestions as to how i might be able to organize my thoughts so maybe it’s not as chaotic and possibly overwhelming...? please? I would greatly appreciate it!! sorry this post is kind of long! and i’m sorry for any spelling or grammar errors! (i really struggle with proper grammar) and thank you to anyone who reads this! i really appreciate it! 😊 (hopefully all of this makes sense! i’m sorry if it doesn’t and it just sounds like i’m a rambling! and i apologize for being kind of awkward 😅)

#robert sheehan x reader #robertsheehan #klaushargreeves #nathan young #vincent rhodes #Luba #sean falco #plus size reader #fic writing #robert sheehan smut

31 notes · View notes

golden-babbles · 3 years

Text

A Taste of Strength

Pro Hero!Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Pro Hero!reader

Warnings: Straight up smut. 18+ ONLY!!! Sorta mutual pining, slight voyeurism, oral sex (both male/fem), vaginal fingering, a little body worship, I guess? Muscle kink, unprotected sex, light choking, hair pulling

Summary: You ask Bakugo to help you develop your workout routine. Surprisingly enough, he actually has a flirtatious side to him. And he doesn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest by your threats.

Inspiration: Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer, Beast by Mia Martina, You've Seen the Butcher by Deftones (aka snippets of my workout playlist lol)

Word Count: 7k, damn. Got a little carried away here

A/N: This is my submission for @butterscotchbaku‘s 1k “New Year, New Kink” event! Congrats again, baby. You deserve all the love and kisses. Let's gooooooo. Unintentionally added some good workout advice to this lmao. Might need more editing, I’ll check tomorrow.

Your pencil wiggled back and forth between your fingers as you leaned one elbow against the long conference table, your swivel chair turned to face your boss, who stood at one end of the table with a PowerPoint. You listened to Mirko drone on about recent villain appearances, the importance of avoiding property damage, and some other subjects that you had long tuned out. The lack of new information had you bored, listening to the same spiel you got at the end of every day, and instead you found your mind wandering.

Your position in the chair behind his allowed you a perfect view of Katsuki Bakugo's toned shoulders and flexed bicep, your eyes tracing the muscle down to where his elbow rested against the table and following his forearm to where his fingers absent-mindedly played with his bottom lip, squeezing and pulling. It seemed to be a habit of his, demonstrating that he had also lost interest, while still quietly listening to what Mirko had to say.

Your eyes glued to his lips as you watched his movements. They seemed so soft and plush, and you could just imagine them against yours, and pressing into your skin, travelling down your stomach, until-

"Rumble." At the sound of your hero name, your attention snapped back to Mirko briefly, the pencil flung from your hand in surprise. Then your eyes went wide as you saw it lightly smack against Bakugo's cheek before falling to the floor. He turned to growl at you, eyebrows drawn down into a scowl, but was quickly stopped by a quick "Can it, Dynamight," from your boss.

You looked back to your Mirko and blushed at her knowing gaze. She chose not to call you out on your mental remoteness. "You two have been patrolling together for almost a month now," she gestured between you and Bakugo. "Anything the team should know?"

You shook your head and Bakugo crossed his arms in irritation as you said, "Our sector's been pretty empty. Just a few petty robbers here and there, but nothing noteworthy."

Mirko nodded and moved on to the next team's reports. Most were much the same as yours, with a few reporting some suspicious activities that had been passed on to the police force. You continued to watch Bakugo as the meeting went on, secretly pining and plotting ways to get him to spend time with you outside of your job. Your eyes glanced between his biceps and yours and an idea sparks in your mind as the meeting ended and people began to file out until it was just you and Bakugo left in the room, both of you gathering your equally detailed notes.

"Hey, Bakugo?" He grunted and cut his eyes to yours, and you took it as a signal to continue. "Could I ask you a favor?"

"Depends. What do you want?" He eyes you warily, obviously curious as to what you could possibly want from him.

"Would you, um, help me with my workouts? I've been trying to get into more weight training, but…" Your hand came up to scratch behind your neck nervously. "I don't really know what I'm doing when it comes to that stuff, and I know you work out a lot, so if you'd be willing, I would love some pointers." You raised your gaze back up to meet his crimson gaze.

He shrugged and went back to gathering his things. "Sure, whatever, I guess."

You grinned and slung your bag over your shoulder. "Awesome, I'll text you to plan." He grunted again in response, and your grin stayed plastered on your face for the whole walk to your car.

***

A few days later, you and Bakugo had a day off and had agreed to meet at the agency's gym. You wore a black cropped tank top over your favorite sports bra and short shorts, showing off your body as you walked into the state of the art facility that Mirko had designed herself. You carried your duffel bag to the locker room and deposited it into a locker before heading back out into the gym, assuming you'd find Bakugo near the weightlifting equipment.

It was easy to spot the spiky blonde standing beside a rack full of different free weights, since the gym wasn't very crowded anyway. He looked scrumptious in a black compression tank that showed off the muscles in his chest and abdomen and dark grey shorts that stopped just above his knees, giving you a peak at his well-defined thighs. You had to resist the urge to lick your lips as his head lifted and he noticed you walking toward him.

You smirked as you watched his eyes widen in surprise, then rake over your exposed skin. Unlike most female heroes, your hero costume was actually quite modest, consisting of black cargo pants and a tight-fitting v-neck muscle tank, along with your support items. It gave you plenty of mobility, an important necessity for your quirk, which allowed you to manipulate any materials derived from earth. You were often compared to the earthbenders from Avatar: The Last Airbender, and you would be lying if you said you hadn't stolen some of your moves from Toph.

Since your costume kept you so well covered, you realized that this was the first time that Bakugo had ever seen so much of your body, and you could almost swear you saw the tips of his ears flush pink as he turned away from you with a huff.

"What do you want to start with?" He asked gruffly, opting to face the weight rack instead of facing you.

"I was thinking I'd like to focus on my arms and shoulders, since that's where most of my focus is when I'm using my quirk." You began to stretch your arms and shoulders as you listened for his response, your music still thumping quietly in one ear.

"That's fine for today, but your legs are vital too, since they provide the base for your movements. Most of your moves force you to lunge and squat, and sometimes hold those positions, so your leg strength is just as important." He lifted a set of 50 pound dumbbells off the rack and set them aside, presumably for himself, then looked up to meet your wide eyes.

"You really pay that much attention to my moves?" You continued to stretch, but your face showed very clear surprise, and this time you were certain that you saw a blush painted on his cheeks as he turned away from you once more.

"Yeah, well, you're my partner, so…" he trailed off and your eyebrows creased in confusion as he picked up a pair of 70 pound dumbbells and set them beside the 50s.

"Okay, I hope those are both for you." You gestured to the two pairs of dumbbells now sitting on the bench and he shook his head.

"Nope, you're taking the 50s. We're starting with shrugs. I'll show you." He easily lifts the 50 pound weights and hands them off to you, checking to make sure that you have a good grip on them before shifting to your side to teach you the exercise.

"I've done shrugs before, I know how to work my traps." You rolled your eyes, prepared for mansplaining.

"I'm sure, I just want to make sure that you're doing them correctly, so that you don't hurt yourself." He was surprisingly polite and delightfully physical as he explained how to position your head and neck to avoid strain on your spine. He moved behind you and gripped your biceps as he explained the movement, going over how you should lift your shoulders slowly, squeeze your traps at the top, and then slowly release back to your starting position, bending your arms slightly to counteract your shoulders' forward motion and avoiding rolling your shoulders on the release.

Your heartbeat quickened as he touched you with calloused hands, and you found it difficult to pay attention to what he was saying, but it seemed that he was satisfied with your performance when he stepped back around your body to face you once more.

"Got it?" He asked. "Those weights should be just right for you for this, but do you feel any strain in your shoulders?"

You shook your head. "No, I'm just used to working with low weight, high reps."

"Low weight, high reps is good for muscular endurance, but high weight, low reps is good for muscular strength. We're focusing on the latter for now." You were shocked at how patient he was being and how he explained things to you so calmly, completely contrary to the Bakugo that you were used to.

"Thanks again for helping me out. I really appreciate it."

He grunted and his usual scowl returned to his face. "It's nothing."

***

You had been meeting with Bakugo for weight training fairly regularly for a few weeks now, alternating between muscle groups to avoid being too sore on the job and making sure to cover different strength and endurance exercises to optimize your workouts.

Today, you were finishing up your workout with a set of bench presses, sweat dripping down your forehead as your arms bent, then straightened, your movements growing a little sluggish with exertion. You were glad to have Bakugo standing over you, hands outstretched and ready to catch the bar if your muscles failed you.

"One more, c'mon. Don't be weak." You scoffed as you pressed out one more rep, then sighed in relief as he helped you guide the bar into the pegs it rested on, taking a few deep breaths as you laid on the bench before you sat up.

"Weak, my ass. This is the most I've lifted since we started." You grinned to yourself at the accomplishment and stood, coming face to face with a smirking Bakugo.

"I know that ass isn't weak, we've worked glutes too." You squeaked when his hand tapped your asscheek lightly as he passed you, grabbing more weights to add to the bar. "Don't insult my personal training, I'm the best trainer around."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed at his ever-present arrogance, thinking that you shouldn't be surprised at how cocky and bold he'd been in the few weeks that the two of you had been working out together, surprising you with a flirtatious side that you hadn't expected him to have. He had slowly slipped from gruff and standoffish to flirty and bold.

"Whatever, just lay down and finish this set so I can shower, then go home and take a bubble bath." You took up the position he had been in earlier, your legs spread and ready to squat, knowing that it would take you more effort to catch the weight that he was lifting.

This time it was his turn to scoff. "I don't take orders from you, princess." But he hefted the weight bar anyway, and you followed it with a squat as you spotted him, legs straightening when he pressed up.

"You know, I really don't mind this view." Your eyes darted down to his face, eyebrows narrowing as you glared at him, finding him blatantly staring at your chest as you squatted down again, following the bar.

"Don't be crass, Katsuki." You chided, and he snickered.

"I told you, I don't take orders from you." His statement made you roll your eyes, but you said nothing in return. "Anyway, you're lucky you get to shower. Men's showers aren't working right now. Someone punched a hole in the wall and busted one of the pipes or something."

He easily continued his reps while carrying on a conversation with you and you found yourself frustrated that he didn't seem to be working as hard as you were. You chose to channel your irritation into teasing him, and grinned sadistically at the prospect.

"Are you sure you aren't the one that punched through the wall?" He scoffed at your question, but didn't seem to have anything to say about it. "Well, that's good to know. I'll be able to take a nice, hot, steamy shower after this, and you're stuck in your sweat until you get home. Sucks to suck."

He grunted at you as he finished his last rep, and your hands grabbed the bar to help him guide it back onto its pegs. He sat up and swing his left leg over the bench so that he was sitting sideways on the firm cushions, and turned his head to look at you. The smirk on his face let you know to be prepared to roll your eyes.

"You could always let me join you. There's no one else here but us." His hand stretched out in a sweeping gesture, and your eyes glanced around the gym to see that the two of you were, indeed, the only ones left in the gym. Not necessarily a surprising fact, considering that it was nearing 9 pm. You rolled your eyes anyway.

"In your dreams, blasty boi." You muttered.

He held his smirk as you moved to one side of the bar as he took up the other, the two of you removing the weighted plates and returning them to the storage racks. As he walked over to the wall to grab a wipe for the bench, you turned toward the women's locker room and brought your hand up in a wave.

"G'night, Bakugo." Then you turned to look at him over your shoulder, with hooded eyes and a mocking flirt in your tone. "Join me in the showers if you want a swift kick in the balls."

You heard him snickering behind you as he wiped off the bench, and you shook your arms out and did some light stretches as you made your way to the locker rooms.

Once you stepped inside the locker room, you sighed, and smacked your palm to your forehead in frustration. Dammit, y/n, if only you could be bold enough to actually invite him to shower with you. The two of you have been flirting for weeks now, clearly you both want it. Why didn't you take that opportunity?

You puffed out your cheeks in an exhale as you brought your hand down and moved to the locker you had stuffed your bag into, grabbing your soap and a towel, then making your way to one of the shower stalls. You didn't bother to close the door behind you as you turned the water on and hummed, waiting for it to warm up before you stepped underneath the stream.

~Bakugo’s POV~

Bakugo watched you walk away as he continued to wipe down the bench, eyes focused on the way your ass filled out your shorts, and watching your calves flex with each step you took. He dropped the wipe he had been using in a trash can as he made his way toward the men's locker room, which was on the same wall as the women's, just a bit further down.

He contemplated as he went. Was that an invitation? I mean, sure, she said it came with a price, but she didn't seem to be opposed to the idea or anything. After all the flirting she's been sending my way? This thought brought another of his trademark smirks to his lips. Tch, who am I kidding. Of course she'd want to be with me! I'm the best! And so is she.

Bakugo's pace picked up as he made his decision, quickly grabbing his bag from the locker he had left it in, then making his way into the women's locker room, glancing around the gym once more as he passed through, to make sure that there was no one else around.

Bakugo looked around as he stepped inside the women’s locker room. He didn’t see you, but he saw your gym bag sprawled across one of the benches, and heard a shower running around the corner. He smirked to himself as he set his bag down beside yours on the bench and kicked his shoes and socks off, then stepped around the corner.

His eyes widened as he took in the sight of you standing naked beneath the stream of water, fingertips massaging shampoo into your hair as you hummed a tune he didn’t recognize, swaying your hips lightly in what was probably a subconscious move, but tantalized him nonetheless. He took a seat on the bench across from the shower and watched you as you turned to face the showerhead, and his eyes snapped downward, focusing on the curve of your ass and reveling in the fact that he had helped to develop those delicious glutes. A tent was just beginning to form in his shorts when you turned back around, opening your eyes and bending to reach for a bottle on the floor.

Your eyes snapped to his and you froze, staring at him.

~Your POV~

Your hands scrubbed shampoo into a lather in your hair as you continued to hum, eyes closed and hips swaying along to the beat in your head. The water had warmed up to a heat that was just barely comfortable, steaming around you and relaxing your thoroughly worked muscles. When you turned to rinse the shampoo from your hair, you let your mind wander as the steam wrapped around you like a blanket, imagining Bakugo's hands over your hips as you danced along to the song that had been stuck in your head all day.

Once you had washed away all of the shampoo, you turned back toward the opening of the stall to reach for your conditioner, but froze when your eyes landed on Bakugo, sitting on a bench across from your shower, fully clothed with his arms crossed and that damned smirk on his face. You stayed frozen, hand outstretched for the forgotten bottle, for what could have been seconds or hours, you really weren't sure, before Bakugo finally spoke up.

"Well, I believe you owe me a swift kick in the balls." You watched him kick off his tennis shoes and toe off his socks before he stood and stalked toward you. "Or were you just trying to hide the fact that you actually wanted me to join you?" He stopped a few feet from the stall, and you sucked in a breath as you regained your composure and narrowed your eyes in a glare.

"No. Get the fuck out." You crossed your arms over your chest and cocked a hip to one side, standing firmly and trying to project confidence, though your thighs squeezed together at the thought of the fantasies you had just been daydreaming about coming true. "How long have you been there anyways?"

"Just long enough to enjoy the show. No to the kick to the balls or no you don't want me to join you?" He pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side, revealing his perfectly toned chest and abs, glistening with sweat from your workout. You were forced to swallow as your eyes raked over his exposed torso, and you struggled to retain your resolve not to fuck him right here on the shower floor.

"Um…" was all that you managed to get out, eyes glued to the way his chest rose and fall with each even breath.

He propped one hand against the edge of the shower stall, leaning against it as he looked into your eyes.

"Tell me you want me to go, and I'll go." Then he reached out to grip your chin in his thumb and forefinger. "But tell me to stay and I'll fuck you so hard, you'll need that bubble bath when you get home."

You whimpered as he finished the statement, feeling the last of your resolve melt away.

"Well?" He asked, leaning his face in closer to yours. "What'll it be?"

"S-stay." You whispered, not nearly loud enough to be heard over the running water.

"Hmm? What was that, dumbass?" He teased, fingers tracing along your jaw.

"Stay, please." You managed to blurt it out at an audible volume this time, and he groaned in response, stepping in close to you with one hand gripping your hip and the other moving to tangle in the hair at the nape of your neck as his lips crashed against yours.

You moaned into his mouth and brought your arms up to wrap around his neck. He took the opportunity to tangle his tongue with yours, claiming your mouth in a burning, desperate kiss.

His hands come up to squeeze your ass, then he pulls back, standing just outside the stream of water from the showerhead. He presses one hand to your shoulder, forcing you to step back until your back is against the stall. He stares into your eyes as he tears off his shorts and boxers, tossing them aside and giving you only a moment to widen your eyes at his hard cock before his mouth is on yours once more.

“Jump.” He commands and you don’t hesitate, hopping up to wrap your legs around his waist. He groaned as the muscles in your thighs flexed against his skin, your now-dripping cunt pressed against his abs.

Now that he stood fully naked, you tightened your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his once more, your tongues fighting for dominance. You retained the death grip that your thighs held on his waist when he stepped away from the shower wall, your back becoming cold for just a moment before he stepped through the water and placed you against a new wall. This time it was the tile wall that the showerhead rested in, allowing the steaming water to pour over his back and your legs as you continued to make out.

He pulled back when he felt you smile against his lips and stared at your upturned lips as he asked, "What's so funny?"

Your smile widened and you fought back a giggle.

"I'm not laughing, Katsuki. I'm happy."

His nose scrunched up in an adorably irritated way. "Why are you smiling like that?"

You rolled your eyes at him. “Just kiss me, dumbass.”

He growled and you gasped as his hands slid from your ass to your thighs. “Stand up.”

You let your legs drop from his waist one at a time, until your feet were planted firmly on the ground and you felt his hands slide up to grip your waist. Your lips were captured in another searing kiss, then Bakugo’s teeth bit lightly into your bottom lip, tugging gently as he pulled away and then released it. He tilted his head to the side and leaned into your neck, licking a stripe along your jugular before nipping at the sensitive spot just below your ear. You moaned and tilted your head back against the wall, squeezing your eyes shut as Bakugo continued to kiss his way downward. He planted kisses on your breasts and ghosted his breath over your nipples, moving further down your body to kiss your ribs and your stomach. His lips moved to your hips and then he was kneeling on the tiled floor and pressing his nose to your mound as his tongue darted out to press against your clit.

You gasped aloud, hips rising to meet his face as his tongue lapped at your folds. Your hands came up to thread through his soaked blonde locks, gripping tightly to ground yourself. You felt more than heard him groan at your actions as he continued his ministrations.

~Bakugo’s POV~

Bakugo groaned as your strong fingers pulled on his hair, and his fingers moved to wander across your thighs, digging into the hard muscle there. His lips traveled down the inside of one of your thighs, kissing and sucking on the muscles he found there. He groaned against your thigh.

“I love these legs. The muscles that we worked so hard for.” He nipped playfully at the skin just inside your knee, and your thigh flexed at the action.

“Hey, the muscles that I worked so hard for. All you did was yell at me.” You pouted adorably down at him.

He chuckled and leaned into your other thigh, again alternating between kissing, sucking, and biting. Your thighs flexed with each movement, and it made him sigh against you, reveling in the hard muscle that he had helped cultivate. He loved the feel of your thighs, loved knowing that you may be the only woman that could almost match him physically, and that he had helped get you to that level.

One of his hands moved down to squeeze at your well-defined calf, fingertips digging into the flesh slightly before he tugged it gently, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder as his mouth began to travel back up your thighs, right where you wanted him. His breath made you shudder, just before his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked.

You moaned loudly, and the sound was like music to his ears. Bakugo’s tongue darted out and laved over your cunt, prodding gently at your entrance before his fingers reached up to take its place. His index finger slid over your folds, gathering the wetness there before pressing into you slowly, earning another moan from you as his finger slipped into your tight heat. You groaned when he wiggled his finger inside of you teasingly, and he smirked against you.

His free hand roamed up your thigh to clutch your ass, squeezing the muscles there and causing him to release a groan as he appreciated the firm curve of each cheek.

“Love feeling these muscles flexing when I touch you. Keep doing that.” He growled against your skin, which made you shudder.

~Your POV~

“Don’t give me ord-” you tried to snap back at him, but your words were cut off abruptly when he pushed another finger inside of you, now thrusting lightly and scissoring them apart as he went.

“Don’t try and start a fight you can’t finish, dumbass.” He snarked and smiled against you, squeezing your ass again as his tongue now focused fully on you, his mouth and hands working together perfectly to push you toward the edge until you felt a coil begin to tighten in your stomach.

“Fuck, Katsuki. I’m close.” You breathed out, fingers grasping his hair in a grip that you were sure must hurt, but he didn’t complain.

“Let go, babe. I want to feel your muscles flex and clench as you come undone around me.”

His words pushed you over the edge and the coil snapped in your stomach, forcing you to release a loud moan that turned into a whine as you rode out your high, grinding your hips on his fingers and tongue. He continued to focus his attention on your cunt as your muscles flexed and clenched around him. The leg over his shoulder pulled him closer, bending at the knee with your calf flush against his back. He groaned against you before pulling back to look up at you.

“Keep that up and I won’t want to come up from here.” His hand came up to the knee on his shoulder to clarify what he meant.

You looked down at him and raised an eyebrow as you panted and attempted to get your body under your own control. “Who said I wanted you to come up from there?”

You sighed and released your hold on his hair, then pulled your leg slowly off of his shoulder, your knees a bit wobbly after the orgasm he’d just given you. You noticed his eyes fixated on your legs as you stepped around him to stand under the steaming water, giving yourself a chance to take a breather and process that your coworker had just eaten you out. You decided not to overthink it for a moment and turned back to face him. He stood and looked down at you with a smirk.

“So good you need a breather?” He teased.

“Cocky bastard.” You scoffed at him and playfully punched him in the stomach, accidentally hitting him a little harder than you intended and eliciting a grunt from him.

He grabs the fist that hit him and yanks you closer. “Trying to get feisty now, huh?”

You watch his gaze travel further up your arms, fingers tracing ever so lightly over your forearms before reaching up to grasp your biceps, squeezing them slightly and using his thumbs to draw small circles on the insides of your arms.

You cock an eyebrow at him, surprised at the sweet action. “Going soft on me, are you?”

“Shut up and let me look at you.” He growled between clenched teeth, openly admiring the muscle in your arms and leaning down to nuzzle against your shoulders before biting down on your trap. You groaned and let your head fall back, further exposing your neck to him. He continued to cover your neck and shoulders in kisses and love bites as his hands travelled downward to grab at your ass, kneading the muscle there and groaning against your neck.

“Your body is so perfect for me, baby. All the curves in all the right places. Do you have any idea what a fucking tease its been working out with you these past few weeks? Watching all that muscles work and flex. Hard to spot you when all I can focus on is how those muscles would feel beneath my fingers, or wrapped around me. This is all my favorite fantasies come true.” He released his grip on your ass, leaving a light slap before gripping you by the waist. “And I haven’t even gotten to explore all of them yet.”

You blushed, his praises making you unexpectedly bashful, but pushed through the embarrassment. “Look in the damn mirror, Katsuki. You think it hasn’t been just as torturous for me? Fuck. I didn’t just ask for your help because I needed workout advice. It’s definitely been a treat to watch you work.” Your ran your fingers lightly over his biceps. “And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like all the extra touching when you’re teaching me new exercises. Doesn’t quite compare to this, though.”

You used your grip on his biceps to push him back against the wall, so that the two of you were once again standing just outside the stream of steaming water. Your hands moved to graze over his chest and you kept your eyes locked on his with a sultry gaze as your fingertips brushed over his pecs, flicking lightly over his nipples and watching the grimace form on his face. His eyes burned into yours like fire, reminding you of his explosions.

You let your fingers continue their journey south, teasing each of his abs and tracing over the delicious lines on his hips before reaching down to grab his thick cock firmly in one hand. You pumped it a few times and he growled low, a hand coming up to snake around your neck just tight enough for him to pull you into another searing kiss. Your hand twisted and continued to pump over his cock, thumb swiping over the tip to collect the precum gathered there.

His mouth was blazing on yours, using his tongue and teeth in an aggressive fight for dominance. He tugged your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled lightly, releasing it when he pulled away entirely to look into your eyes. His grip tightened on your neck just a little bit, fingers squeezing on the sides, and your hand stuttered on his cock in surprise.

His dark garnet eyes bored into yours and you could swear that you saw sparks hidden there as he glanced over your face, probably looking for any signs of discomfort. “This okay?” His voice came out dark and gravelly.

You nodded slightly, letting out a quiet, “Mhmm,” as your hand resumed its movement, flicking your wrist as you pumped his cock.

“Good.” He grumbled, the hand on your neck pushing you backwards a bit before lowering, forcing you to kneel on the tile beneath him, now face to face with the cock that you had spent hours of sweaty workouts fantasizing over.

The hand wrapped around his length moved down to the base, making room for your mouth as you leaned down to wrap your lips around the tip, tongue darting out to stroke over the slit. You moaned at the taste of his pre on your tongue, the salty flavor egging you on as you took your time adjusting to the feeling of his cock in your mouth. It was difficult to get used to the thickness at first, but you were making headway and starting to push down further when suddenly, Bakugo’s hand tangled in your hair and forced your head further. Your throat contracted around him as you gagged and he moaned loudly, the sound bouncing off the tiled walls.

When his hand relaxed, you pulled back, coughing and taking a moment to catch your breath, glaring up at him as you did.

He smirked down at you. “What? is my fat cock too much for you to handle?”

You scoffed. “Hardly.”

To prove your point, you let your tongue loll out and wrapped your lips around him once more, bobbing your head down low and using your hand to stroke what you couldn't take into your mouth. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you moved slowly, using your tongue to stroke against every prominent vein and flick over the tip when you came up.

Bakugo watched you with clouded eyes, grunting and groaning at your attention. His fingers clenched and flexed, massaging your scalp and encouraging you to keep going.

His hips began to move with you, fucking into your mouth, and you struggled to keep up with him, taking in as much as you could while using your tongue to stroke the underside of his cock. Tears streamed down your face and your throat began to burn with the struggle of keeping up with him, but you were definitely not going to complain. Not with his thighs flexing under the deathgrip your fingers had on them. Not when his moans were echoing throughout the locker room.

Suddenly, his grip tightened on your hair, and he pulled you off his cock with a wet pop, and continued pulling until you had to clamber to your feet, glaring into his eyes when you finally stood face to face with him.

“If my head is sore tomorrow because of you, I swear the first thing I’ll do when I wake up in the morning is punch you in the balls.” You growled at him, frustrated that he couldn’t just tell you to stand up, but turned on by the rough treatment nonetheless.

“Mm, sure. You’ve been all bark and no bite lately.” He smirked at you, likely recalling your threat from earlier that you had failed to follow through on.

Your eyes narrowed and you felt a sudden urge to follow through with your threat, your knee swinging up toward his crotch. He saw it coming though, and used his grip on your hair to spin you around and pull your back flush against his chest before you could do any damage.

His other hand came up to wrap around your throat, resuming its tight grip and making you a little bit dizzy. He pulled your head to the side with his grip on your hair and leaned down until his lips brushed against your ear as he snarled. “If you want to fight, we can fight, but I will win.” he blew lightly on your ear and ground his hips into yours, pressing his erection up between your asscheeks. “Can’t we just get along for now? I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” He trilled teasingly.

You growled at him, but didn’t resist, let him hold you in place.

“Good girl.” His grip on your throat and in your hair loosened, and he turned you around to face him, claiming your lips once more as his hands reached down to grip the backs of your thighs. Taking his cue, you jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He held tight to your thighs as he turned and pressed your back against the wall and latched his teeth onto your neck.

You relaxed back into the wall with a moan, but kept your thighs wrapped tightly around his waist, to keep from falling as you felt him align himself with your entrance.

“Hold on, babe, I’m not gonna take this slow.” His mouth attached to yours once more, muffling your moans as he pushed inside of you. You gasped against his lips, feeling a slight burn in your muscles as the tip pushed into your entrance. True to his word, he didn’t start off slow, instead simply thrusting his hips forward until he was fully sheathed inside of you. Your moans were lost in Bakugo’s lips as he kissed you, giving you a few seconds to adjust before he started thrusting in earnest, forcing you to wrap your arms tighter around his neck and clench your thighs tighter around him as he pounded you into the wall.

The two of you got lost in each other’s mouths as you chased your own highs, your hips doing their best to meet his thrusts as he continued at a bruising pace, keeping the tight grip on your thighs that was sure to bruise.

When he adjusted his position to thrust against a particular spot inside of you, you had to pull away from his mouth with a gasp, squeaking out a breathy, “Th- there!”

He chuckled and leaned his head into your neck, continuing to thrust into the spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten once again and knew that you were getting close. What you hadn’t expected, though, was that Bakugo would choose that moment to bite down hard on your trap.

All at once, you felt your orgasm tear through you, a scream ripping from your lungs just before a hand came up to slap over your mouth. Your muscles spasmed as you came around his cock, struggling to suck air into your lungs as your walls fluttered around Bakugo’s cock.

When his mouth released your shoulder, you heard him utter a gravelly, “Fuck,” before he was cumming too, cock twitching and releasing hot ropes of cum in your cunt as he moaned out your name.

He stilled, holding onto you as the two of you panted, and you leaned your head down to rest on his shoulder. The two of you struggled to catch your breath as you came down, and eventually he released his grip on your thighs, strong hands moving up to your waist to lift you off of his cock and set you gingerly down on the ground.

“Can you stand alright?” His gaze was surprisingly gentle now as you looked into his eyes and nodded hesitantly, stretching your legs out to get feeling back in your wobbling knees. He held onto your waist, not entirely confident in your answer, but you swatted him off.

To prove your point, you took a few slow, tentative steps forward, standing beneath the water of the still-running shower to rinse the newly formed sweat from your skin.

After giving you a moment to rinse yourself, Bakugo stepped under the water with you, slotting himself behind you and kissing the newly formed mark on your shoulder. The soft move shocked you, and you turned your head to cock an eyebrow at him.

When your eyes met his, he scowled. “What’s that skeptical look for?”

“You goin’ soft on me?” You toned teasingly.

He grunted. “No way, dumbass.” But he held you gently, running his fingers through your hair and taking some time to softly untangle the knots that he created before reaching down to pick up your body wash.

Again, you eyed him skeptically. “What are you doing?”

He popped the bottle open and poured some of the soap onto his hands before setting it back down on the ground. “We both need to get clean, don’t we?”

You were sure that had had some snarky response on your tongue, but it left you all at once when his hands began to massage your shoulders, lathering soap over your arms and back. Your eyes dropped shut as you relaxed into his touch, sighing when he grabbed more to clean off your chest and stomach.

“When we get back to my place, we’ll get you that bubble bath that you wanted.”

This statement made your eyes snap open and you turned around to face him. “Who said I was going back to your place?”

“I did. Just now.” He smirked at you, daring you to challenge him.

You wanted to pick a fight, you really did. But the idea of relaxing back against those firm pecs in a warm bubble bath while his strong hands massaged your body had you relenting.

“Fine. But you’re making me breakfast.”

His smirk widened and his eyes sparked with a challenge. You knew his next words would have you punching him in the shoulder. “Who said you could stay over? I only offered a bath.”

You hoped the fist that connected with his shoulder left a bruise tomorrow.

#butter's 1k!!#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #katsuki bakugo #bakugou katsuki

24 notes · View notes

quickspinner · 3 years

Text

These Two Hands (I’ll Never Not Know You)

I worked on this for ages, and I just couldn't get it to come out right, so I put it aside and worked on other things. I hadn't looked at it in months, and then the WIP meme came along, and I started looking it over, and it turned out to be ridiculously easy to fix and finish, so here it is at last!

Shoutout to all my artist buddies, whose complaining about hands being such a pain to draw gave me the idea for this fic. 😆 Love you guys.

I don't think I said anything that specifically made it clear, but they're university aged in this one.

It was a beautiful summer day in Paris, with just enough breeze to keep the heat from being unbearable. Enjoying the weather and his music, Luka had no idea how long he’d been sitting there playing on the warm, wide stone steps of the Trocadero. A while, by the sun and the hollow feeling in his stomach. Luka packed up his guitar and slung it across his back. He started to descend the steps, but paused as he nearly trod on something at the bottom. He bent down and picked up the book, plain black and with heavy, weighted paper, like an artist’s book. It wasn’t battered or dirty, like it had been there for days, though the canvas cover was frayed a bit at the corners. Well-used, he concluded, and lost only recently.

Luka looked around, hesitant. He couldn’t see anybody who looked like they’d lost something. He went back up the steps and looked around at the top, with the same result.

Luka sighed. He got so into his music, he frequently lost awareness of his surroundings, so while he knew some people had stopped on the steps to hear him play, he had no memory of what they looked like or what they’d been doing, other than Officer Roger passing by and giving him the stinkeye. Apparently the officer hadn’t felt like ruining a perfectly good day by hassling about permits and nonsense, though, and once he’d moved on, Luka had played without regard to his audience.

He went back down the stairs, thinking, and then sat down slowly on the bottom step. He felt like an intruder as he opened the book, as he thought of the battered spiral notebook full of embarrassing, half-finished scribbles he carried in his guitar case. He checked the inside of both covers first, but found only the initials MDC. No phone number, not even a full name.

Luka blew out a frustrated breath, fluffing his bangs away from his face. Reluctantly, he began turning pages.

It was full of...hands. Hands planting a seedling, hands cleaning something indistinct. Hands buried in a lumpy mass. Clay? Or maybe dough? Hands twined in yarn, holding the vague suggestion of knitting needles. What they were doing was usually only lightly sketched in and suggested, but the hands themselves were detailed and bold. It was kind of weird at first, but as he continued to turn the pages, still checking each for some sign of the owner, he began to appreciate the different types of beauty and strength captured on each page. He could imagine the trembling in the wrinkled hands with swollen joints that held a flower stem delicately. There were fingers curved over a computer keyboard, charged with energy, and he could almost hear the rapid smack of the fingers hitting the keys.

Luka found himself rubbing his fingers together. He’d never contemplated his hands from an aesthetic standpoint. Why would he? They were rough and scarred; his fingers from the guitar, his palms from the ropes and rigging on the boat, from the lifting and carrying required for the constant rearranging of the stuff on deck to make sure they could get around. He’d never thought about whether they were—any of what he saw in these pictures.

He glanced up and around again, still feeling guilty to be poking through someone else’s private things, but no one was paying him any mind, and he still had no clues as to the owner. He tried to flip quickly, just checking each page for even a hint of where he might go to return it, but with everything but the hands indistinct there wasn’t much to go by.

He stopped in surprise on the last sketch in the book, staring at the drawing of hands on a guitar. The guitar was just roughed in, once again more of a suggestion than a drawing, except where the left hand rested on the fretboard, pressing into the strings.

The hands, though, were incredibly detailed, and, he realized with a sudden blush, they were his. He touched his thumb to the ring on his pointer finger absently. The right hand, curved to strum, the pick invisible from that angle but implied, had bracelets matching his stacked along the wrist.

The nails were colored in, dark like his, but beyond that, he wouldn’t have recognized them without the jewelry and the small curving scar near the thumb of the right hand.

These hands were elegant, graceful, intentional. It had been a long time since Luka last consciously thought about the control he had over his hands, but he couldn’t help thinking about it now. It had taken him years of practice to get there, but when he played, his hands did exactly what he needed them to, found the strings he needed quickly and accurately. Though they were thin, they were strong and sure, equally capable of coaxing a melody and knotting a rope with speed and strength.

That was what this person had seen in them, at least.

“Oh!”

Luka looked up and found a girl staring at him with both hands over her mouth, her blue eyes wide. Her gaze flickered between him and the book.

“Is this yours?” he asked without thinking.

She nodded slowly, pink spreading over her cheeks.

Luka closed it quickly and stood up, offering it to her. She took a hasty step forward, grabbing the book gratefully, but somehow got her feet tangled up and yelped as she tipped forward. Luka caught her shoulders and steadied her. “Woah, easy.” He shifted her back until she was solidly on her feet, and let go. “I’m sorry for snooping, it’s just I found it on the steps and I was trying to find a name or something so I knew who to give it back to. I wasn’t having much luck, though, so I’m really glad you came back.”

“Oh,” she said, blushing and holding the sketchbook to her. “It’s okay, of course I understand. I’m glad it was found, at least. I just...I’m just kind of embarrassed, I know it must look kind of weird, and I usually ask before I draw someone but you were busy and the music was so lovely and I started watching your hands and just kind of got caught up in the moment but I’m really sorry—”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Luka said, putting a hand on her shoulder briefly to interrupt as she began picking up speed. “I thought they were cool, and I’m flattered you saw something in my hands worth capturing.”

She smiled shyly. “I like hands that make things. They’re my favorite. I mean, it started just as a drawing exercise, because hands are hard, and so I thought if I just kept drawing them I’d get better. And...and then when I started looking, I got interested, and I kept going. It’s kind of stress relief now. And that probably doesn’t make it any less weird.” She put one hand back over her face, the other still clutching her sketchbook, and made a little whine. “Why am I still talking?”

“That’s amazing,” Luka smiled, and then hesitated. “Um, are you busy? On your way somewhere? Because if not, I’d really like to look at some more. If it’s okay with you.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and the flush on her cheeks deepened. “R-really? I mean, sure, if you, um. If you want to. I didn’t really think they were that interesting, to be honest.”

“Well, I do,” Luka said, and backed up to sit back down on his steps, tipping his head to invite her to sit next to him. “My name’s Luka.”

She smiled nervously, perching on the step and tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “I’m Marinette.” Luka turned back to the beginning of the book, and began to page through more slowly, pausing now and then to ask Marinette about a picture.

“That’s my grandmother,” she told him, as he looked at a picture of half-gloved hands resting on the handles of a motorcycle. “She travels a lot.”

“I really like this one,” he said after a moment, pausing at the hands twined in yarn.

“I, um,” Marinette hunched her shoulders a little bit. “I love drawing people knitting. They all look so different, even though they’re doing the same thing. Everyone holds the yarn a little bit differently, knits just a slightly different way.”

“And this?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. “I can’t quite figure this one out.”

“That’s my friend Kim,” Marinette explained. “He’s a swimmer. He was doing backstroke time trials and I just got really fascinated with the way his hands held onto the wall. I didn’t quite get the perspective right, though.” She giggled nervously, and Luka smiled at the sound. “The blurry spots are from when he dripped on me trying to get a look at what I was doing.”

“I can see it now,” Luka nodded. “The tension in them, and why you did the eyes here between them—”

“They ended up looking kind of buggy, with the goggles,” Marinette admitted.

“No, I really like it, though,” Luka looked up to flash her a quick smile. “You really get that sense of power about to let loose.”

Marinette blinked. “Y-yeah,” she smiled. “Yeah...thanks.”

“Why make the rest of the drawings so incomplete compared with the hands?” Luka asked curiously, looking up from the book to meet her eyes. “I mean, I get why the hands are the focus, but why make the rest of it so vague?”

Marinette blushed. “It’s...stupid. I don’t know if it’ll even make sense if I say it out loud.”

“Try me,” Luka smiled.

“It’s just, no matter how I draw them, it’s not the full picture,” Marinette said thoughtfully, and then glanced up at him with an adorably shy smile. “No pun intended. I just mean that there’s so much that these hands can do and when I draw them, I’m really only capturing one. I’d be fascinated to find out what else your hands can do besides play guitar,” she added, and Luka’s face flamed red, though Marinette didn’t seem to notice anything suggestive about what she’d said as she picked his hand up, examining it. Luka swallowed as she turned his hand over and ran her fingers over the calluses on his palm. “You didn’t get these from the guitar,” she said. “Sports? Or something else?”

Luka cleared his throat. “I live on a boat on the Seine,” he said, watching her. “I work with a lot of ropes, and I’m always climbing around fixing something or other.”

Marinette nodded, looking up at him, his hand still cradled in hers. “That explains the tan. What else?”

“Um…” Luka blinked, trying to think. “I carry sound and boat equipment.”

“Okay,” Marinette said, still listening. Looking at him like he was a puzzle she was trying to solve. He wasn’t sure what she wanted to hear, or why he suddenly very much wanted to be worthy of her interest, but...

“I...comfort my sister,” Luka said softly, dropping his gaze to his hand again. “She’s nervous, she gets worried. I put my hand on her shoulder so she knows that I’m there with her and she’s not alone. I...I calm my mother down. She’s kind of...passionate, she gets worked up about stuff a lot. I put my hand on hers or on her arm to remind her to take a minute to breathe.”

“And you help up strangers who trip over their own feet,” Marinette giggled.

“Yeah,” Luka smiled, looking at her. “That too.”

“It sounds like your hands do a lot of good,” she said. “Your hands help people. Lift them up. You carry, you support. That’s very noble, Luka.”

Luka’s face heated. “Poetic, but...I think that’s giving me a bit too much credit,” he said, looking down at her little hands on his. He was beginning to be fascinated with their contrast, by the way their fingers looked together. Impulsively he closed one hand, capturing hers gently.

“You’re really special, Marinette,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anybody that thinks like you.”

Marinette stared at him for a second, and then looked down at their hands. It seemed to hit her all at once that she’d been holding onto him, and she jerked her hands back, face reddening. “I’m so sorry—I’m being really weird, aren’t I?” Marinette hunched her shoulders. “I’m sorry—”

“Maybe a little bit,” Luka broke in, stopping her from another apology spiral. “But what’s weird anyway? Just something a little different than normal. Unique. Nothing wrong with that. Let’s just roll with it.” He grinned. “Embrace the weird. May I see yours?”

She looked startled. “W-what?”

“Your hands,” he said, holding out his own. “May I see them?”

Marinette couldn’t get any redder but her mouth opened and closed soundlessly for a moment. “It’s okay,” Luka said quickly. “If you’d rather not. I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, it’s fine,” she said, hunching her shoulders again. “It’s only fair, right? Gosh, I didn’t even ask you, you must think I’m so—” She made a wordless noise in her throat and held out her hands stiffly.

“I don’t,” Luka chuckled. “I didn’t mind. It doesn’t have to be fair, though,” Luka said, making no move to take her hands again. “If you’re not okay with it, don’t feel like you have to.”

“It’s really okay,” she said. Her hands relaxed a little, her shoulders came down, and there was enough sincerity in her smile to convince him. “It’s just, I don’t think mine are anything special.”

“Hmm,” Luka chuckled, slowly reaching to take her hands. “I didn’t think mine were either, until today.” His hands dwarfed hers as he closed his fingers lightly. Her fingers were slender and elegantly tapered. Her fingernails were short but filed meticulously into perfect ovals. He ran his thumbs lightly over the backs, tracing the veins and gliding over the bumps of her knuckles.

“So what do you do with these hands, besides drawing?” he asked as he looked.

“Sewing, mostly. Some knitting and crochet and things like that, but mostly I make clothes. I’m in school for fashion design and I’m always working on some project or other. That’s why my hands are always so beat up.”

Gently Luka turned her hands over, letting go of her left hand to trail his fingers over the palm and fingers of her right, noticing the calluses on her fingertips and one on the side of her middle finger.

Luka looked up at her and grinned. “You said hands that make things are your favorite.”

Marinette shrugged slightly, smiling. “It’s worth the callouses. The business stuff, I could live without, but the making—it doesn’t feel like work. I like making things that help people express themselves.”

Luka picked her left hand up again and noticed a shiny burn scar on the heel of it. He turned that hand up and let go of the other to run his fingers lightly over the scar. “What’s the story here?”

“A boring one,” Marinette chuckled, making a face. “I’m a klutz and I live in a bakery. I tripped and put my hand down in the wrong spot. I’ve gotten lots of burns for various reasons but that’s the only one that really left a mark.”

“Do you bake?”

“Sometimes. Not for the bakery, but for friends and family on special occasions. I also do a lot of decorating. Cakes and cookies and stuff. I’m a master with a piping bag.”

“That makes sense,” Luka said softly, thoughtfully.

Marinette tilted her head and looked up at him. “Luka?”

“These little hands create so much beauty,” he mused aloud, marveling. Marinette squeaked and he glanced up at her, a question on his tongue, but he froze instead, caught by her eyes, clear baby blue, framed with dark lashes, and currently wide and staring at him. It struck him all at once as he took in her vibrant blush and pretty parted lips that she was really, really beautiful, and that he’d been fondling her hands for the last several minutes and he should...he should probably let go.

He didn’t want to.

He didn’t want to let go of those tiny, strong, capable, beautiful hands.

“Sorry, I was just thinking,” Luka said, and cleared his throat to smooth out his suddenly rough voice. “What you were saying about my hands lifting people up. Your hands...make things beautiful. You take ordinary things and make them better.” He looked back down at their hands, rubbing his thumbs absently across her knuckles as he spoke. “That’s a pretty special gift, Marinette. Making the world a more beautiful place, or even just making it so that people can see the beauty that’s already there...you’re amazing.” He took a deep breath and forced himself to look back at her face. “Would you, um...this is going to sound really forward, but would you go out with me sometime?”

“O-out?” Marinette stammered, looking rather like she’d just been hit in the head with a board.

Luka tried not to laugh. “Yeah. Out. On a date? Maybe this weekend? I know we just met, but…”

“I’d like to,” Marinette blurted, face red. “That...that sounds really great.” She dropped her gaze for a minute, and then flicked her eyes back up shyly, a slow smile curling her lips. “But if you want my number, you’re going to have to let go of my hands first.”

Luka grinned back, squeezing her hands instead of releasing them. “Or I could just take you out right now. Are you free for lunch? I’m starving, personally.”

***

It was another sunny summer day, on the same stone steps, and Marinette and Luka sat pressed close together, the fingers of his right hand threaded together with her left, as she sketched busily on the sketchbook in her lap. They’d been there for a while now, but Luka was comfortable and happy lounging on the sun-warmed steps, humming a tune to himself and trying not to fidget in a way that would tug on the hand Marinette was holding.

He was staring blankly at nothing, remembering their first kiss. Well. Not their first kiss, standing outside of her home while he held her hands in his and leaned in to press his lips to hers for just a sweet, soft moment. Their first real kiss, when his hand came up to cup her cheek as hers slid back and slipped into the hair at the nape of his neck and he kissed her for real. He remembered noticing how his hand felt so big compared to her face as his thumb brushed her soft cheek, his touch feather-light and reverent even as hers was firm against him. She tilted her face to better meet him, and his thumb slipped down to her jaw, his calloused fingertips fanning out along the side of her neck. He remembered the way she gasped, leaning into his touch, which pulled her lips away from his. He’d kissed along her jaw as his rough palm skimmed down the elegant line of her neck and followed the curve of her shoulder before stroking back up again to pull her closer. How their other hands had met and twined together, fingers locked as they were now, palms pressed tight together. He remembered how the strength in those little hands had surprised him.

Movement beside him jerked him back to the moment, as Marinette sat back to look at her page critically. Swallowing, Luka seized his moment.

“Can I see?” he asked as he sat up and leaned over, and Marinette shifted the sketchbook so he could look at the drawing of their joined hands she’d been working on.

Marinette had teased him a little bit about asking for such a thing, but not too much. He was just as in awe of her art now as he’d been the day they met, and she knew it. Her portraits of his mother’s hands and his sister’s hands were already hanging on his wall, so this was a logical addition to his collection.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, looking over the nearly-finished picture. “I’m loving it, but...I think it’s missing something.”

Marinette frowned, turning the picture back towards herself. “What do you mean?” she asked, just as Luka shifted his grip on her hand. She looked back at their hands, opening her mouth to protest, but instead her mouth just dropped open as Luka slid a small sparkling ring onto her finger.

“There,” he grinned, looking up at her face as Marinette did a credible imitation of a fish. “That’s better.” His eyes softened as he looked at her. “Marinette, will you—”

He never got a chance to finish as she tackled him awkwardly back onto the steps, her sketchbook falling from her lap and bouncing down to land in nearly the same place it had almost exactly a year ago.

#quickspins #i'll never not know you #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #miraculousladybug #miraculous ladybug #ml fics

47 notes · View notes

honeypirate · 3 years

Text

As The Crow Flies pt 2

Asahi x y/n

Part one Masterlist

The next morning you’re up at five am, going for a run before making your way to the school. showing up a little early at 6:55 the whole team is there except Tanaka. When you ask about him they all start to make fun of him and how he’s always late. You place your bag off to the side out of the way, dropping your track jacket and pants there too, leaving you in your black volleyball shorts and a simple white tee shirt. You warm up with them joking around and having a good time and when Tanaka comes running in apologizing for being late and you smile at him, smirking when he blushes. You practice receives and serves before deciding to play a few practice games. As you throw yourself to the ground diving for the ball, your hand barely makes it as one of Hinata and Kageyama’s quick attacks catches everyone off guard. “That was amazing y/n!” Asahi calls out from the other side of the court causing you to blush a little as you nod at him. This wasn’t the first time you kept the ball in play after one of those attacks, you were able to catch all of them except the first one you saw and it was the most you’ve been pushed in a long time. You felt amazing and couldn’t stop smiling the entire time. Your side won the first set, theirs the second and third. You colapse on the floor with a few laughs “you guys are so good!” Noya grabs your water and his and comes and sits next to you “you are as well y/n! You got every spike! You’re so fast and talented. I’m really impressed with your receives too” you sit up and smile “You get every blocked ball! How do you do that?!” You accept your water from him and take a long drink as he starts to give you tips “guys circle up! You too y/n” Daichi calls out and Noya pops up offering you his hand. You take it with a smile and as he helps you up you notice the blush on his cheeks and the jealous Tanaka watching you both. You join their circle around Coach Ukai and he gives everyone pointers telling them where they need to improve, he gets to you and you smile waiting for his criticism “y/n you’re pretty well rounded and it’s obvious you practice a lot. Your hard work is paying off and I might even say you’re better than Noya here in a few places. But from what I saw you’re stiff when you serve and you’d play better if you weren’t making eyes at Asahi the whole time.” You blush at him calling you out, not even denying it, and bow “thank you sir!” You pretended not to notice the eyes of serval boys on their team watching you and Asahi after that as you help them clean up the gym, Asahi had a blush the whole time. You decide it’s best to pretend it never happened, wait and see if Asahi would say anything. You fell in really easy with them all and considered them all your friends now, except Tsukishima, he was harder to read. You opted to throw your track pants and jacket in your gym bag, too sweaty to wear them home and since the weather was nice why not enjoy it.

“H.. hey uhh y/n I was just uhh wondering if I could get your number? So we can share uhh libero tips and stuff” Noya didn’t even make eye contact as he asked you, he was nervous and jumpy, blush dusting his cheeks and you smile “of course Noya! Can I see your phone?” He smiles and hands it to you and you put in your number and make a new contact, setting your name to libero master before taking a cute selfie throwing up a peace sign and a wink to set as the contact photo. Tanaka and a few other of the boys coming over to get your number as well, you set your name as different cute things about being a libero in their phones and personalize the contact with different selfies. When the boys go to get their stuff you head outside to enjoy the sun as it goes down, Asahi coming out to talk “sorry about them. They get eager around pretty girls.” You knew he was talking about Tanaka and Noya but you couldn’t help but mess with him a little and you turned to face him “so you think I’m pretty?” You say and smile at him, enjoying the way he got flustered. “I mean. I don’t think you’re not I just was saying I mean you are gorgeous no one would think other wise..” you laugh and touch his arm “I’m really glad you think I’m pretty Asahi. And you don’t have to apologize for them, they don’t bother me at all. They’re entertaining.” The way you smile at him makes his mouth dry and his heart pound. He brushes it off and composes himself “good. Good. I’m glad.” You drop your hand from his arm and the rest of the team comes outside. You bow slightly “thank you for letting me train with you guys today. You’re all really impressive I was shocked I could even keep up” you smile at them all “are you guys going to the shop?” You ask and Daichi responds “yeah it’s like a tradition now. You coming with?” You nod your head “If you guys aren’t tired of me then I’d love to!” “We are tired of you” Tsukishima says in passing as he starts to walk off you laugh “thank you Tsukishima! I like you too!” you say after him and laugh “don’t worry about him. He’s just like that” Yamaguchi says before running after Tsukishima. You just laugh and start walking with the rest of them. Daichi asks for your number while walking and you take his phone, setting your name as Daichi’s Favorite Libero and instead of making the contact picture of just you, you pull him down to your level and take a selfie of you both holding up peace signs, Asahi just laughs at how popular you were. You always were like this, everyone you met loved you and wanted to be your friend, and you wanted to be their friends as well. Your really close friends group was relatively small tho, it was your family, a couple of your team members(yes they were your family and team but you werent really closer than that), then Asahi, and now some of his team as well, the only one who was indifferent to you was Tsukishima but you think he’s just pretending.

You end up spending a lot more time with them than you meant to, losing time in the conversation and jokes, when you leave the shop it’s super dark out. Asahi sets a hand on your back and you turn to him “do you want me to walk with you?” He asks and you smile “if you would I would be grateful. I mean I can take care of myself but with you I won’t have to” you set your hand on his wide chest as you say you for added emphasis “It’s not too far so your walk home shouldn’t be too long either.” He hopes you can’t feel his heart beat under your hand. He had the hugest crush and before today he thought he for sure had no chance with you, but with why Coach said he has more hope. You drop your hand and he immediately misses your contact as you turn to the rest of the boys “the rest of you, text me any time. And if any of you decide you want to text me and don’t have my number well you can get it from me at school” you send a pointed look at Tsukishima and he rolls his eyes but he can’t hide his blush on his cheeks “also I’m a beast at text games so watch out” you add with a laugh before waving and saying goodbye as you walk off with Asahi. After a few minutes of comfortable silence you bump shoulders with him softly “so I hear you have a game up against date tech in the prelims” you say softly and before he can respond you continue “and I’m sure you already know your whole team is supporting you. But I just want you to know you have mine as well. I know you’ve been working hard and anyway. I’m just saying that no matter how hard it is, what’s important is you do your best.... I know you’ve heard this all before but anyway I’m just saying that I’m here for you if you ever want to talk about anything. Even if it’s not about volleyball.” You say with a little huff. “Y/n” his voice was soft “thank you” he pulls you into a hug and you feel your face get hotter. He lets you go and you continue your walk in comfortable silence. When you reach your house you smile at him “thank you for walking me home I really appreciate it, text me when you get home safe” “no problem y/n, and I’ll let you know when I’m home” he waves as he walks away and you watch him until he disappears in the dark before you head inside.

You check your phone when you get inside and you check the notifications. You have a message that Noya started a text game with you and Tanaka sent a volleyball meme. Then there’s a message from Daichi saying how he thought you’re an amazing player. You smile and play Noya back, sending back a meme to Tanaka, and then to Daichi you responded, thanking him, and saying how you enjoyed watching him play.

As you got into bed you got a text from Asahi which said “I’m just letting you know I got home safe and I wanna say you’re an amazing player and I would have to be blind to not think you’re pretty.” You blush and reread it like fifty times before you respond “I’m glad you’re home safe, and I’d have to be blind to not think you’re handsome. 🙈 Goodnight Asahi ☺️” he sends back a simple “Goodnight” and you set your alarm for 5:00am before falling to sleep thinking about him.

#azumane asahi #haikyuu azumane #azumane x reader #haikyuu!!#hq x you #hq imagines #haikyuu asahi #asahi x you #asahi x y/n

17 notes · View notes

haikyuu-loves-thiccies · 5 years

Text

Third Year!Chubby!Reader x Kageyama Tobio

Wee woo I wrote the thiiiiiiiiing. it’s 4 am and I’m big sleepy so forgive any bad thiiiiiiings. Also there aint no smut smut in this but it is definitely crude sooooooooooooooo >:)

Y/n was a casual friend of Daichi Sawamura's. They never really hung out, but they were friendly during school hours and often sitting in the same group during lunch. Once highschool kicked in and Daichi took into the boys volleyball team, what friendship they had had drifted. It didn't bother y/n, but what did bother her was that in this year, her final year of highschool, she was standing in front of the tall senior, asking for her to join as Karasuno's volleyball manager- almost half way through the school year.

“Umm.. Y/n...” Daichi was hesitant, a little confused and almost concerned as to why now someone- this someone, was asking to be a manager for the team. “You can apply, talk to Takeda-Sensei, I guess... But why now? I-If you don't mind me asking! It's just.. We already have Shizumi, and she's training a first year to take over after we all graduate.”

“Yeah, well. I... Want to do something.” Y/n swallowed hard, tapping the tips of her pointer fingers together. “This is hard to admit, okay? But I just haven't done like.. Anything.. Throughout highschool. I know it'll only be for less than a year, but I'm tired of being... Bored.” A deep breath made it's way out of Y/n's lips, her body relaxing ever so slightly. “That, and, all the other clubs rejected my late entry. For literally every position.”

“Oh, oh.” Daichi rubbed the back of his neck, not really surprised that her late entry applications weren't accepted. He understood, and was mildly concerned, by what Y/n's motive was. Boredom can drive someone mad and extreme cases, can make someone feel completely empty. It was a sorrowful thought, that Y/n might be feeling that way when in only a couple months she'd be graduating and life would open up with so many new things to experience. But still, Daichi could understand the need for something in the now, rather than later.

Y/n looked up at the captain, suddenly feeling flushed with shame.

“I'm sorry if that's like... Not a good reason to want to join- or if it's wrong or, offensive.. Or something.”

“No, no! It's fine. It's not usual, but I guess on a technicality, we're all just doing things to fight boredom, right?”

While not exactly true, Y/n appreciated the effort her old friend had made to ease her discomfort.

“I can take you to Takeda-Sensei, like I said, but I really can't promise anything, okay?”

A bright, hopeful smile spread on the young girl's face, one Daichi recognized all too well.

“Okay!”

It was a miracle, and nothing less. Y/n was as aware of this fact as she was grateful that Daichi had managed to convince the volleyball team's Senseis to give her a shot. It was like new life was breathed into the girl, no more of that awkward, isolated unknown, but the girl Daichi had known before highschool had blossomed back larger than life itself.

Y/n had settled into Karasuno's pack with ease. She was full of an uplifting spirit and cheerful demeanor, along with a mind full of snarky comments, that the underclassmen seemed to just eat up. Sugawara had never met Y/n personally, neither had Asahi, but both took to her almost as quickly as the second and first years.

Now, Y/n was refilling the first year boy's water bottles, taking note on whose is whose. The first years, outside of Tsukishima Kei, had the same casual yet not durable style. Hinata's was orange, much like his hair, with it's brands logo on the front. It was plastic- as was Yamaguchi's, while Tsukishima and Kageyama had stainless steel ones. Yamaguchi's was simply green and black, Kageyama's was dark blue with a black stripe down it's front, and Tsukishima's was the odd one out- It had a whole ass dinosaur head on it's cap. Completely decorative, and totally out of left field in Y/n's mind.

It was hard not to giggle when she was handling the tall middle blocker's cup, but she managed not to make a mess of the others and carry them all back in one piece. Now, she thought, comes her favorite time of the day. The boys were all taking a break, toweling of the sweat and grime from practice, the boys who had their water were already downing it, the first years awaiting their own.

“Alright sugar-honeys, here's one round of water.” Passing around the bottles, Y/n was giving each of the youngest boys playful, loving winks, flustering up three of the four.

“Here's one for you, Yamaguchi.” She fluttered around the freckled boy, who blushed and thanked the girl with a soft stutter. Yamaguchi was the easiest boy to truly fluster up. Part of Y/n knew it was because he wasn't used to female attention. Let alone having a third year be so sweet and touchy with him.

“And here's yours, Hinata baby~” Ruffling the orangette's hair, Y/n dropped the bottle down beside him, which he snatched up instantly and began sucking it down, his face bright red from the chosen pet name the upperclassman gave him.

With a swift movement from Tsukishima, who muttered a stoic “thanks” quicker than she could drop any lovey-dovey comments, Y/n's final bottle to give was to the raven haired setter who had stolen her heart.

“Here we are, Kageyama.” Y/n leaned down, allowing her school uniform's top to show off her breasts. Her fuller frame complimented her uniform, from showing her plush cleavage to her ass peaking out ever so slightly from her skirt whenever she bends over. Knowing full well what was happening, she squished her arms together ever-so-slightly, pushing her breasts further out. She saw, immediately, Kageyama's eyes were bouncing from her chest to the bottle, back and forth, quick and panicky movements that gave Y/n all the information she needed.

Kageyama's hand shakily moved to get his water bottle, when his whole body went frozen stiff. A sly smirk traveled Y/n's lips, and she looked down knowing full well what she'd see.

“You okay, baby?” Y/n whispered softly, not moving from her position in front of the sitting boy.

“I-, you- my-” Unable to form a sentence, Kageyama gulped, shutting his eyes tight and crossing his legs ever so slightly, pulling his volleyball bag onto his lap.

“It's okay, I wont tell~” The setter's head jumped up, a blush spreading on his cheeks and along with it, a bead of sweat. Thankfully, the other boys were deep into a conversation- planning their next moves to practice, who'd be having what for dinner, and other things that Kageyama's head couldn't fit in his mind, when his body was laser-focused on the girl in front of him. Kageyama tried to fumble out an apology, embarrassed and ashamed at his body's reaction to his upperclassman manager, but the girl shushed him with a gentle coo.

“You don't have to apologize to me honey, you're alright~ Besides.” The girl stood up, relief flooding over Kageyama instantly. “I think you're cute like this!~”

Kageyama cringed, her comment brought attention from some of the others.

“Huh??? Kageyama?? Cute?!!” Hinata jumped up into the space between the girl and boy. “Since when?!!?!” He demanded, puffing out his cheeks almost in a manor of jealousy. Kageyama wanted to kick the boy, shove and shout at him for insulting him, but found that he was still glued to his chair, afraid to move a muscle and have someone noticed his little problem trying to force its way up.

“Since, like, ever! But don't worry, you're cute too pookie-pie~” Y/n brought out the worst of her attacks, the comment embarrasses anyone it reaches just from the sheer force of how aunty-at-a-family-reunion it is. From behind her, Tsukishima snickered. Hinata shrunk away from Y/n, smiling very shakily.

“O-Oh..” Was all he could manage.

Finally, Kageyama stood up, his problem tamed for the moment. He took the opportunity and bowed to his upperclassman crush.

“Thank you for the compliments Y-Y/n-san.” With that, he excused himself and staggered off, making awkwardly cautious strides to the bathrooms. He didn't know until it was too late, but Y/n was following him.

At the doors of the bathroom, he finally noticed the girl shadowing his footsteps. Kageyama looked at her like a deer in the headlights, and gulped.

“U-Um, I'll be back in a minute Y/n, I just have to pee.”

Y/n cracked an amused grin, this boy really doesn't know how to talk to girls.

“One sec, Kageyama. I wanted to talk to you privately.”

“I-if this is about-”

“It's not, well it is, but not completely.” Y/n rested her back against the brick wall of the hallway, looking at Kageyama with an air of cool confidence, despite internally very anxious for what she was going to say next. “Listen, if... If I make you like, super uncomfortable, I'm sorry. I just think you, all you first years, are really cute and stuff..” Y/n palmed the back of her neck, feeling the heat off her own body. “Especially you. I like you a lot, Tobio. Haha.”

When Y/n looked up at the first year, she wasn't expecting the deadpanned expression he was giving her. It gave her a moment of panic, but soon relaxed her body, knowing this was just... How he tended to look.

“You like me?” Kageyama whispered, testing out the sentence quizzically.

“Well, yeah. And trust me-” Y/n's arms went up in the air defensively. “I know you're super busy and focused on volleyball. I get that you aren't exactly super available for dating and stuff, and I'm okay with that. But like, I dunno... If you wanna... Maybe we could give it a shot-”

“Yes.”

A stark, sudden answer. Y/n needed only a few seconds to register the blunt honesty in his reply.

“Wait, really?” She laughed, pleased but also amused by his sudden energy.

“Yes. I'd like to date you, Y-Y/n-san.” Kageyama nodded his head quickly, blush covering his face to his ears.

“Well, then.. I hope your gym shorts are ready, cause if we're gonna start dating, there's gonna be a looooot more action going on in there~!” Too casual. Kageyama thought, watching his now date skip swiftly back to the gym, leaving him there flustered up and processing everything that had just happened.

When Y/n reached the gym doors, she placed her hands on them and gave one last glance at Kageyama, only to fight the urge to crack up laughing.

He was staring down at his dick in absolute pure wonder.

#haikyuu x chubby reader #third year x first year series #kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio x reader #haikyuu fic

199 notes · View notes

wildxlily · 3 years

Text

Night Shift

While Lily didn't much like having the night shifts since they were very slow at the front desk, she did enjoy getting to sleep in that morning. And the fact that Harry would be working with her and Mike would be at home was extremely enticing. So, she wasn't all that down about it when she showed up to work, a little something extra packed into her work bag that she tucked away in the break room before clocking in.

Harry wasn’t used to working at night anymore but he appreciated having that extra time in the morning to get done what needed to be, and to look forward to his night with Lily since she’d be working as well. Harry arrived at the hotel that night and as usual, first thing he went to do was talk to Lily. He smiled when he first saw her, setting his few belongings down on the table, “Excited to work tonight?”

Lily turned at the sound of someone joining her in the break room and was elated to see that it was Harry, a smile instantly coming to her face like always. "Work? No. But I am looking forward to basically having the hotel to ourselves," she replied, a hint of a mischievous glint in her eyes and a grin tugging at her lips. She may have a few ideas of things for them to get up to while Mike was gone.

“Yeah?” He confirmed with a grin. It wasn’t often that they worked the hotel by basically themselves, since their usual schedules were working in the mornings, but Harry wasn’t complaining. “You look like you have something in mind,” Harry raised an eyebrow at her with a smile, brushing her hair behind her shoulder gently as he walked around her to the table.

Lily bit her lip in a sad attempt to keep her grin from getting too big, her hands clasped behind her back as she looked at him innocently. "I may have brought my swimsuit," she whispered quietly so only he could hear. It'd been so long since they'd snuck into the hotel pool and she had a feeling it'd be much different now that they were dating and very physical.

Harry stopped when he heard Lily’s whisper, turning to look at her with his grin growing even wider. He could tell she had a mischievous look on her face, he knew what that looked like by now. “Did you?” He smiled, “planning to sneak out tonight?”

Lily was full out grinning now, but she still managed to shrug as if it was nothing. "I mean...if you're too chicken, I guess we can wait until our shift is over. Or you know...just not go," she hummed as she walked away towards the door back to the front desk. "Guess you'll be seeing me in a bikini soon enough. Just thought I'd give you a sneak peek."

Harry amusedly watched Lily as she started to walk away, setting his few things down on the table. “Hey...I never said I wasn’t interested,” he replied and sent her another grin, following her towards the door.

Lily stopped and smiled at him. "Jessica said the front desk is basically dead after eleven. Let me know when you get through your to-do list," she decided. With that, she leaned up to give him a kiss and then headed off to the front desk just in time for a guest to call for some toiletries they'd forgotten at home.

Harry gave her a smile after returning the kiss. No matter what, they always seemed to find themselves in some sort of trouble. All in fun, of course. “I will get back to you on that,” he agreed.

Obviously, there was no way that Lily would be able to wait until eleven to have a little fun with Harry. So, when there was a slight lag at her position around nine o'clock, she went off in hopes of finding him. However, she didn't want him to know that she was looking for him or to see her first, so she very carefully crept around the hotel, peeking around corners before she headed down hallways.

Harry spent a few hours working and getting things done on his list one by one. He felt good about what he had gotten done and was sure he’d be at the front desk earlier than he previously expected to be that night. However, just as he was thinking that, he saw Lily ahead of him as he walked down the hall, smiling as he watched her look around corners, assumedly for him. It didn’t take long for him to catch up, wrapping his arm around her waist from behind when she stopped to look around a corner..maybe to spook her a little, too. “Looking for someone?”

Lily's eyes widened and she let out a gasp at the feel of an arm wrapping around her. But the shock instantly disappeared as she turned to face Harry, a deep frown on her face now and her eyebrows furrowed. "Damn it. I was trying to sneak up on you. Not the other way around," she grumbled. Her plan had been ruined. Of course, Harry scared HER.

Harry looked down at Lily with a smile on his lips. “Gonna have to get better at hide and seek.” Harry was just about to finish up with his tasks and head to the front desk to find Lily. “Front desk is slow?”

His self-satisfied smile just made Lily's frown even worse, but it lessened at his question and a change of subject. "Yeah. I haven't had anyone call or check-in for about a half hour so I figured I’d come find you. Need any help with your list?" she offered. Now that her plan to scare him had been ruined, she figured she could at least spend more time with him by helping him with his various jobs. It'd also make the time go by faster.

Harry smiled and began to walk with Lily down the hall. “Yeah, I just have a few rooms to check on and make sure everything is good if you want to do that with me?” Anything at work was automatically more enjoyable if Lily was there with him.

Lily followed after him, having to keep her fingers interlaced to keep from reaching out for him. Even if their coworkers knew they were dating, it wouldn’t be professional for a guest to come out of their room and see them. “Absolutely!” she smiled at him. “Much rather spend time with you touching up rooms than playing solitaire on my phone to keep myself awake.”

“Is that what you’ve been doing all night?” Harry turned to look at Lily with a smile. He’d be doing the same if the front desk wasn’t busy at all. Sometimes he thought he might like the front desk work, but being off by himself and doing what he wanted always sounded better to him.

Lily tilted her head to the side, a slight grimace on her face. “Not alllll night. But in between guests yes,” she nodded before perking up. “I did beat my high score, though!” It was the little things when you were working the night shift that needed to be celebrated, clearly.

“Did you?” Harry asked with raised eyebrows. That was something good that had already come out of the night, so Harry was hopeful it’d keep getting better from there. “Well, congratulations,” he offered and then headed inside one of the rooms after unlocking the door. “You’ll have to show me your tricks.”

Lily laughed, “Thank you. Not much of an accomplishment to brag about but I will take it.” She stepped into the room, frowning when she saw a towel left on the bed which had most likely been wet. “Lots of free time and no life, babes.” The towel was still damp when she picked it up, using just the tips of her pointer finger and thumb to grab the edge of it and toss it on the floor. Then she made her way to the bathroom, figuring there’d be more strewn on the floor there.

Harry followed her into the room so they could clean up. Harry of course liked doing jobs that were outside or required him fixing up things more than this, but he couldn’t complain especially now that Lily was helping. “You have a life...most of it is with me I’d say, but...” he shrugged with a grin.

Lily turned and pointed a finger at him. “Exactly. And most of it we spend cuddled on one of our couches or beds watching movies,” she laughed before turning her attention to the bathroom as she flipped on the light. Much like she suspected, all the towels were on the floor. She started to pick them up but froze when she spotted something in the bathtub. “Ew! Harry, quick!” she cried.

Harry was in the middle of fixing up the bed sheets when he heard Lily let out a small squeal in the middle of her otherwise normal sentence. “What is it?” Harry asked and immediately stopped what he was doing, going to find out what Lily was talking about in the bathroom.

Lily pointed to the tub where a used condom was laying and then turned to make a gagging noise. “You can clean that up. I’m out,” she shook her head, peeking over her shoulder at it.

“That’s actually disgusting,” Harry said flatly when he got to the bathroom, hands on his hips as he looked at the messy scene left on the bathroom floor. He then grinned as Lily began to leave, “You’re gonna leave me to clean that up?” he teased. “Regret coming to help me now?” he added as he figured out a way to remove the condom, as much as he didn’t want to.

"And you better wash your hands really good after that! Whether you touch it or not!" Lily called over her shoulder, using her feet to kick the towels into a pile with the one she had found on the bed. They had found some pretty disgusting things in hotel rooms, but a used condom in the bathroom might be the worst. "I just can't believe they left it there. Like...there's a trash can right. There!"

Harry managed to pick it up, making sure there was a handful of toilet paper between his hand and the condom, because there was no way in hell he’d be taking a chance in touching that. “Maybe they’ve got poor aim,” Harry joked, “Maybe you’ll find a surprise in your bathroom the next time we have sex.”

"More like no aim at all. Wasn't even close." Lily raised a finger in warning, her eyebrows raising as well. "Careful. Or shower sex will be off the table for you." A smile crept on her face, no matter how hard she tried to keep back a laugh. Obviously, she was kidding. Besides...dealing with Harry's condoms was SOOOO different than a complete stranger's.

Harry dropped his jaw a bit in surprise, but a slight smirk was still spread across his mouth. “You wouldn’t,” he said, laughing too when he saw the smile on her face. There was a huge difference between dealing with things of a stranger compared to their own.

Lily couldn't hold back the laugh anymore when she saw the expression on Harry's face. "You know I couldn't do that. You're too damn tempting," she shook her head as she walked towards him, resting a hand on his chest and giving him a reassuring kiss. "Plus. You're too considerate to leave a mess behind." She gently patted his chest and smiled up at him.

Harry smiled at Lily when she laughed and looked down at her when she stepped closer. “I knew you had to be bluffing...” he playfully teased, leaning down to return the kiss. “I’m glad you think so highly of me. I’d say we start a mess here but not after what we already found...I’m afraid to even clean up the rest of the room.”

Lily widened her eyes and gasped playfully. “Did you really just suggest that we have sex on the clock?!” she asked. Her nose instantly scrunched up as she looked around the room and shook her head, eyeing the pile of towels skeptically. “No telling what will come tumbling out of those towels and sheets if we move them.”

“I did,” Harry calmly answered with a smile pulling at the corners of his lips at her reaction. His nose scrunched up, too, at the thought of what else had gone on in that room before they headed into clean up. Harry already saw more than he ever wanted to within the first minute of them walking into the room. “Don’t think we should take a chance with this room.”

“Think Sheila would be upset if we left it for her to clean in the morning?” Lily wondered. Cleaning rooms wasn’t typically on Harry’s to-do list and Lily only helped Sheila every now and then on slow mornings and afternoons. So, it wouldn’t be too farfetched for them to leave a room undone, right?

“I don’t think so,” Harry answered with a knowing grin. This wasn’t usually on Harry’s to-do list during the day, but they gave him a list with a few odd jobs since he switched to work at night. Leaving one room didn’t sound like a terrible idea to him. “I should’ve left the condom where it was then,” he joked.

Lily looked at him with wide eyes and shook her head adamantly. “Don’t do that to poor Sheila!” Not wanting to spend one more minute in this room than she had to, she flicked off the bathroom light and hurried out of the room into the safety of the hallway.

Harry laughed softly. Of course, he’d been joking. However, it was the last thing he wanted to do after seeing this mess of a room. He followed Lily out into the hall, closing the door behind them. “Glad that’s over.”

Lily was more than happy to be out of the room. “What else do you have on your to do list?” she wondered. It was probably a good idea for her to check on the front desk, but she could manage sneaking in a few more minutes with Harry before that.

“I just have to fix one more thing...Mike mentioned there’s something wrong with one of the door handles so that’ll only take a few minutes,” Harry said, heading towards the closet to get the supplies he needed. “Letting the front desk handle itself tonight?” Harry smiled.

Lily bit her lip guiltily, "I probably should go check it and make sure everything's okay." She pouted a little at the thought of going back to her boring position. If she thought it was slow in the middle of the week, working the night shift was a whole 'nother level of boredom.

Harry made a little pout back at her but it was soon replaced by a small smile. “I feel like maybe you should just spend the whole night with me...I don’t know, just a suggestion,” he responded playfully.

"Don't I already do that practically every night of the week?" Lily teased back, her brows raising slightly before she let out a light laugh. "What room are you going to be working on? I'll go check on it real quick and then be back, okay?"

“Yeah, now you’ve got me used to it. I’m hooked. Can’t spend a night away from you now,” he smiled at her. “Don’t hurry, I’ll still be here. It’s the first room around this corner here, on the right,” he motioned to where it was.

Lily couldn't fight the soft grin or stop herself from leaning in to give him a loving kiss even though they were out in the hallway, her hand resting on his chest. Part of it was just as an excuse to touch him, but she also knew she needed it there to keep her from moving closer to him. "Don't have too much fun without me," she murmured as she pushed away from him, sending him a wink over her shoulder as she headed back to the lobby.

Harry happily returned Lily’s kiss. Even though they were in the middle of the hallway where anyone could be, that really didn’t cross his mind. Harry and Lily rarely showed affection at work so he figured all would be fine on a night as slow as this one. “I could never,” he grinned, watching as she walked away.

Nothing had changed at the front desk since Lily had left it, but she figured she might nibble on some of the snacks she brought with her while she was at the break room. And being the lovely girlfriend that she was, she brought some with her when she returned to where Harry said he would be. "I've got a granola bar and some salted peanuts if you want a bit of a snack," she offered.

Harry was in the middle of his task when he noticed Lily walking towards him again, already bringing a small smile to his face. He looked up when she spoke and nodded. “What did I do to get such a nice girlfriend?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. “Anything exciting happen at the front desk when you were gone?”

Lily held out the snacks for him to take what he wanted and shook her head. "It's completely dead. I think everyone's pretty much asleep," she answered. Which was totally fine with her. She'd much rather spend her night doing odds and end jobs with Harry while they counted down to their swim.

“I’d think so. Not much to do around here late at night,” he smiled, happily taking the granola bar, and thanking Lily for it, so he could snack on it before returning to his task. It took a little while for him to finish up but then he was done. “All right, what do you got planned for us now?”

Lily sat down, leaning against the wall next to where Harry was working, and munched on the peanuts while she watched him, ready to help in anyway should he need it. "Well...didn't have anything planned exactly...buuttt, those peanuts just made me super thirsty. So...shall we raid the vending machines?" she smiled sweetly up at him. Really she wanted to raid the bar, but drinking on the job might be a bit much. And they both knew how much of a lightweight she was.

Harry finished up, gathering up all his tools so he could bring them back to the supply closet. Of course he was still snacking on his granola bar and stole a couple of peanuts from Lily, too. “Oh, I’d love to,” Harry answered and reached out a hand to help her stand up. “I love a good vending machine.”

Lily dusted the salt off her hands before reaching for his and standing up. "Got my salty, now I need my sweet," she chirped. With that, she headed off to the break room to get her purse, her fingers lazily entangled with Harry's. "I've been needing to get rid of my excess change anyways."

Harry followed Lily to the break room to grab some snacks. They rarely got to do this much together at work, with the exception of lunch breaks if they happened to take them at the same time. “You’re a bad influence on my snack intake tonight.”

Lily laughed lightly and waved her hand at him as she bent down to get her purse. “I’ll help you burn it all off later,” she replied dismissively. Once she had retrieved her wallet, she joined him at the machine, pursing her lips as she tried to decide what sounded the best. “What are you gonna get?”

Harry stood with her at the vending machine, leaning with his arm gently against it. “I don’t know... chocolate always sounds good, but crackers might be better for me in the long run,” he smiled, “what about you?”

Lily rolled her eyes a little. “Harry. You can stand to indulge yourself in some chocolate. You’ve been working hard tonight,” she assured him before lightly patting his tummy. “Don’t go worrying about your beach bod.” She sent him a grin before returning her attention to the machine. “I’m going for the hohos.” Without another word, she put in the proper amount of change for the little dessert and pressed the buttons, watching happily as her snack fell.

“Working hard with a lot of snackies,” Harry smiled. Once they got both of their treats from the vending machine, they decided to take a little break and sit down at the table in the break room together. “Whoever thought the night shift at work would be so great?”

Lily put her spare change back in her purse and sat down next to Harry, propping her feet up on his leg as she ripped open her package. “I mean...no Mike should’ve been a no brainer that the night shift would be more chill,” she teased. “But personally I like that I’ve had less on my plate so I can help you. And simple things at that. Not chasing after a goat.” She laughed at the memory which would definitely go down as one of her craziest experiences here at the Crown Inn.

Harry nodded with a grin. Not having anyone to nag on them, talking about Mike specifically, was definitely a plus. And getting all this extra time with Lily was an even bigger plus. “The goat...I still can’t believe that happened,” he chuckled, “that was the craziest day we’ve ever had here, for sure.”

Lily furrowed her brows as she munched on her snack. “We never did get a picture of that goat, did we? A shot of Mike with him would have been priceless.” They were just ready to be done with the goat and get to the pub if she remembered correctly.

“No, I don’t think we did actually. Which is disappointing. But there’s no way we’ll ever forget that, even without a picture,” he smiled. That was just the weird start to their relationship. It was funny how things happened.

Lily hummed and tilted her head to the side, pointing what was left of her hoho at him. “That’s very true. Just would’ve been nice to have evidence so people would believe us.”

Harry nodded and sat back on his chair. That would always be a day he’d remember, but he couldn’t say the same for anyone else that he told that story to; they rarely believed him, so it would be nice to have a photograph of it. “At least we, ourselves, know we’re not crazy.”

"Thank god, I have you and Mike to back me up," Lily agreed. She finished off the last of her hoho and licked the chocolate off of her fingers before sinking back in her seat with a heavy sigh. "I don't want to look at the clock and see how much of our shift we have left," she pouted.

"And you can definitely count on me. Always iffy with Michael," Harry grinned softly. Night shift was never the best, but it was more than bearable when with Lily. So Harry considered himself lucky that they were able to get on the same shift that night. "I don't think you should. You'll be highly disappointed," Harry told her after looking at the clock himself.

"So painfully true," Lily nodded in agreement with his statement about Mike. Her eyes widened, though, whenever she caught Harry glancing at the clock. "I can't believe you just looked. Why would you subject yourself to such disappointment?" she asked, being her usual dramatic self. But hey, they needed to make this late shift interesting, didn't they?

Harry returned his gaze back to Lily after she caught him glancing at the time, grinning at her words. “I have no idea. Not a great thinker this late at night, am I?” He teased and reached over for his bottle of water that was on the table.

Lily laughed lightly. "I guess we are usually curled up in bed at this time of the night. But it's usually me who’s not thinking straight and speaking nonsense," she teased even though it was one hundred percent true. She got insanely loopy and slap happy when she was tired and Harry had witnessed it far too many times.

Harry laughed and sat back in his chair before taking a sip of his water. “I wish we were in bed right now. But I guess our little trip together will make this worth it, yeah?” He smiled at Lily. He was very much looking forward to their few days off with a much-deserved trip, just the two of them. They needed it. “Yeah, how are you keeping it together right now?” He teased.

Lily laid her head back and closed her eyes. "Soon we'll be lounging on the beach, working on our tans. Warm breeze and the waves crashing on the shore," she mused dreamily, stretched out as if she were on the lounge chair now. Her face then scrunched up as she started to laugh. "I think you spoke too soon. The crazy is creeping out," she giggled.

Harry smiled as he amusedly watched Lily act out her daydream, relaxing back against his chair. “I know. I shouldn’t have said anything,” he joked back with a laugh, his hand resting against his chin. “Now I’ve got to keep up with this for the rest of the night.”

Lily cracked open one of her eyes to peek over at him, her eyebrow quirked. "Keep up? Don't you mean put up with?" she joked. Miraculously Harry enjoyed her cooky ways and crazy thoughts and she was grateful. It was nice knowing that she could be one hundred percent herself and never have to fear judgement.

Harry smiled at her. “I suppose you’re right. I guess I’ve got to do both. Keep up and put up with you now,” he grinned. He believed they were perfect for each other, especially when taking into consideration how weird they both could be at times and they just accepted it. “Gonna keep dreaming about our trip? Is that what we’re gonna do for the rest of our night?”

Lily stuck her tongue out at him before giggling. She had just opened her mouth to respond when suddenly there was the undeniable ring of the front desk phone. Her head fell back and she let out a groan before reluctantly pushing herself up out of her chair. “Be right back. Hopefully,” she mumbled to Harry before hurrying to answer the phone, quickly plastering on her best customer service voice.

“Better be. What am I gonna do by myself here?” Harry joked back before she headed out the door to answer the phone. He supposed they could do some work, considering that was what they were supposed to be doing. But honestly neither of them felt like doing much of that.

Lily finished up on the phone, the fake smile plastered on her face until she hung up even if the customer couldn’t see it. But it was instantly replaced by a frown and she moped back to Harry. “Room sixty-four is saying the air con isn’t working. I told them you’d check it and if it can’t be fixed, we’d move them to another room.”

Harry looked up when Lily returned to the room, immediately knowing their leisure time was going to be interrupted by the look on her face. “Why’d you have to give me a job?” Harry asked jokingly but then stood from his chair, setting his phone and snack down on the table for when he’d come back. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Lily pouted at him, not excited about having to actually work either. “I’m sorryyyy. I’ll look up an open room just in case and then meet you there, okay?” she offered before giving him a quick kiss to tide him over.

“Fine,” he answered softly with a small grin, pleased to get a kiss from her even if it was a quick one. He followed her out and grabbed what he thought he would need from the supply closet before making his way up to the room that the call came from.

While Harry grabbed his supplies, Lily checked the available rooms, thankfully finding one on the same floor. Then she joined Harry, knocking gently on the door and instinctively stepping backwards whenever it suddenly swung open to reveal a fairly large man in only his boxers. It was all she could do to fight a look of shock and instead plaster on her customer service smile. “Hello, sir. You said your air con isn’t working?”

They made it up to the room, Harry having the same reaction as Lily when the door opened in front of them. Strange was a word that they could use for the majority of visits to hotel rooms, no matter the reason. This wasn’t any different. “Yeah, stopped working about fifteen minutes ago,” the man answered. Harry was now glad that he was there, thankful it wasn’t just Lily alone dealing with this. Although that didn’t really help the smile that Harry had to fight back with the sight in front of them.

Lily nodded, her lips pressed tightly together as her eyes tried to look anywhere besides the man’s bare chest or worse his boxers. “Well we are here to help! Hopefully we can fix it and be out of your hair quickly!” she smiled tightly before nudging Harry into the room. She practically hid behind Harry, not wanting to accidentally bump into the mostly naked and, now upon closer inspection, already fairly sweaty man as they stepped past him and into the room.

Harry wanted to get out of the room as fast as Lily wanted to, so he stepped in with her following close behind and headed over to the air conditioner. He had to wonder why the man hadn’t put any more clothes on than he did once expecting their arrival, but they were working night shift now and even weirder things were happening more than normal. Harry went straight to work, hoping it was just something simple that needed to be fixed so they could get out of there.

Lily was more than happy to avert her attention to the air conditioner, kneeling next to Harry so she could pass him whatever he needed from the toolbox he'd grabbed. "What are you thinking it is?" she asked quietly, feeling beyond awkward in the room.

“Doesn’t look like anything too complicated. Could just be something that needs tightening but I have to keep checking things out,” Harry answered while he worked and a small smile came to his face. “Tonight keeps getting better, doesn’t it?” He quietly asked.

Lily pursed her lips as she looked over at the machine, but obviously she knew nothing about how it worked beyond pressing buttons to adjust the temperature. She couldn't hold back the light scoff under her breath or the fond roll of her eyes at his question. "You were the only person I planned on seeing shirtless tonight," she mumbled.

Harry couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips at her answer, all the while that he worked. “Well, looks like you got lucky. Two shirtless guys tonight,” he kept quietly teasing. The least Harry could do was make light of the strange situation they were in.

Lily's eyes widened at him before she snorted and quickly slapped her hand over her mouth to muffle her laugh. "So? Do you think you can fix it?" the guy asked, his hands on his hips as he watched the two of them from across the room.

Harry was glad they could still have a good time themselves when stuck in a room with a man in only boxers. He was just finishing up when he heard the guy speak, only having to do a few little things before he believed the air conditioner would be working good again. “Shouldn’t have any problems with it now,” Harry answered and began to put the tools away, “just had something small that went wrong with it, looks like. Need anything else from us?”

Lily was more relieved than she thought she would be to feel cool air blowing out of the vents. She helped Harry clean up and then carefully stood up in her skirt. The man just shook his head and went to open the door for them, allowing Lily to escape out into the safety of the hallway. "Just call if you need anything else," she sent one more smile over her shoulder.

Harry gathered everything and once the man confirmed there was nothing else that he needed them to look at, they were headed straight for the door. Harry made sure the door was closed behind them before he was smiling at Lily with raised eyebrows. “Sure you don’t want to stay the night in there?”

Lily's eyes once again widened and she quickly shook her head, already heading down the hall back to the lobby. "I'm just glad I won't be here in the morning and have to see him again when he checks out," she sighed. "That was just...too much. I..." She was at a loss for words honestly. Some people were far too comfortable for her liking.

Harry was glad they were out of that room. Neither of them knew what type of person they were going to get when anyone called down to the front desk, whether it was something to be fixed or needing something to be sent to their room. A lot of the times nothing strange would happen, but they couldn’t say the same for tonight. “Maybe he wanted to impress you,” Harry joked with a smile, going towards the supply closet to put his things away.

“Unlucky for him, I was with a man who I know looks amazing in his boxers so...” Lily shrugged in a ‘what can you do’ way and then smirked over at Harry. “I’m definitely gonna need our swim later so I can replace the images of him with you in your trunks.” The end of their shift couldn’t come soon enough!

Harry laughed as they walked down the hall. He was happy they could share that weird experience together and continue to joke about it afterwards. They could make light of any situation. “You’re too sweet,” Harry grinned, leaning over to press a quick kiss to her cheek before they turned the corner to the front desk.

Lily smiled and her cheeks flushed at the kiss. "Soooo..." she dragged out as she stepped behind the front desk, sliding her hands along the smooth counter. "How shall we pass the time?" She leaned her elbows on the table and placed her chin in her hands as she looked at Harry expectantly.

They got to the front desk and Harry smiled at Lily, raising his eyebrows at her when she looked at him. “We could make out or something,” he teased on purpose with a grin, leaning against the edge of the counter as well.

Lily bit her lip as she looked at his pouty lips and then flicked her gaze back up to his. "I have a feeling that I wouldn't be able to stop, though. Not with all these images of you half-naked and wet running through my brain," she shook her head, the corner of her lips tugged up in a grin and her eyebrows quirked. "Swimming together is going to be risky enough as it is." Honestly she'd be more than happy to just stand here and soak in this view of Harry leaning against the counter.

“That’s the fun of it, though, babe...” Harry continued on with a smile. She was right, though. Just the thought of their plans afterward was enough to drive him crazy. “I guess we can stand here and keep looking at each other for now.”

Lily batted her lashes at him as she tilted her head to the side, sending him a coy smile. But then she was laughing. "Alright, alright." She glanced around the lobby which was completely dead. No surprise given the hour. "But you have to stay on your side of the desk," she warned him.

Harry returned the smile, like he always did. It was too easy to find himself smiling around her. “Oh, is that part of the rules now?” He grinned, leaning with his arms resting against the countertop.

"Mhm," Lily nodded, leaning more on her elbows. "I've gotta try to keep my hands off of you somehow and having a barrier is my best bet." More like to keep her body to herself instead of pressed up against his. Surely her hands would find their way to his curls and what she could reach of his chest and arms in no time.

“Understood, understood...” Harry slowly nodded with a grin still pulling at the corner of his mouth. He could see them getting carried away real quick. He leaned in to sneak in a kiss, already smiling against her lips.

Lily melted ever so slightly into the kiss, keeping it slow and letting it linger. Being around Harry at work was wonderful, because she got to see his handsome face and spend time with him. But it was also torturous not being able to just cuddle up with him and have makeout sessions whenever they wanted. Granted that just made it that much better when they got to one of their houses and had the freedom to kiss and touch as much as they wanted.

They were lucky in the sense that they got to work together and see each other more than other couples would be able to everyday, but it was rare that they ever got this much time together, especially to share a few kisses at the counter when no one else is around. He pressed a few more to her lips, bringing his hand up to brush her hair behind her ear in the process.

Lily leaned in further, not able to get enough, but also causing the desk to dig into her ribs. Harry brushing her hair back was her absolute weakness and she could never get enough of him. But the pain in her ribs was getting to be a bit of a distraction. "Babes..." she mumbled, pulling back even though she didn't want to. "I'm about to bruise my ribs trying to get to you," she chuckled softly. It was almost ridiculous how desperate she was for him. As if they hadn't been together just yesterday.

Harry slowly pulled away when Lily did, his gaze meeting hers again. Clearly the desk was presenting as a slight challenge to them. Harry had a slight advantage over Lily due to his height, the counter not digging into him as much, however it was still a bit uncomfortable and he knew it was even more for Lily. “Hey... you’re the one who created this barrier rule, aren’t you?” Harry gently teased with a smile, tracing his thumb along her bottom lip.

Lily just jutted out her bottom lip into a pout against his thumb. She wanted him so badly and did not do well with torture like this. "Because I want you and now is not the time to want you," she muttered, keeping her voice quiet out of habit more than anything. Because she absolutely needed to put space between them in order to snap herself out of the haze he put her in, she placed her hands on the edge of the counter and pushed herself up so she was standing straight. "You're too damn tempting, Harry."

Harry had a grin set on his mouth just upon noticing how those few kisses and touches had affected her, just as they did the same to him. They both drove each other crazy, and Lily was so good at it. “Now could be the time to want me,” Harry replied playfully, watching as she pushed herself to stand up while he remained leaning against the counter.

Lily shook her head the second Harry finished his sentence. "You need to go do something on your to-do list or I need to find something to do away from you. Cool off a bit." It was fine when he talked like this in the confines of one of their homes or at a restaurant where they could leave whenever and go home to ravage each other. But they were at work and still had a bit to go before the end of their shift.

Harry only smirked in response to her words, pushing himself off of the counter. “Fine... I’ll go find myself something to do then,” he playfully sighed and continued, “let me know if you change your mind.” Lily was in the right mindset, for sure, but that didn’t change the fact that Harry would much rather a distraction than to return to work.

Lily rolled her eyes just as playfully and shook her head once more as she turned her attention to the computer. “I’ll see you at the end of our shift in the pool,” she replied evenly, her eyes never once leaving the screen. Not that she was really looking at anything. It was all for show. But she couldn’t help it when her eyes darted to the corner of the screen to find the time, relieved to see they had just a little over an hour.

“Maybe you’ll be cooled off by then,” Harry smiled as he rounded the corner, just happening to check the time on his watch as well to see when that pool time would be. And he was pleasantly surprised, the night seeming to go by fast so far. All he could look forward to and think about now was their time in the pool.

Lily once again rolled her eyes, even though he couldn’t see it before smiling to herself. Harry was ridiculous but he was hers. She managed to find little odd jobs to do. Even going so far as to organize the desk and files. Thankfully her replacement got to work early and Lily was able to sneak off to change into her swimsuit earlier than expected, meaning she could surprise Harry.

Harry ended up finding a few more small jobs to do to make the time go by faster. He could’ve saved those jobs for the next employee coming in, but figured it would give him something to do rather than waiting around for the last hour of their shift. Harry was relieved when he looked at the time and their shift was over, meaning he could go change, clock out, and find Lily, who he hadn’t stopped thinking about ever since he left the front desk.

Lily had bought a new bikini for their trip, but decided she was going to save it for then. So she was wearing one of her old ones as she walked out to the pool area. She had nabbed two towels for them and set them on one of the lounge chairs before going to sit at the edge of the pool, letting out a sigh as her tired feet slipped into the cool water.

Harry was soon changed and ready to head out towards the pool, already clocked out once the next person showed up to replace him for the next shift. Harry was surprised to see Lily already sat at the pool when he headed out, a smile forming on his face. “You look gorgeous, don’t you?”

Lily idly kicked her feet in the water as she waited for Harry, looking up and smiling when she heard him. "Says the absolute hunk," she smirked at him before giggling at her use of the word "hunk".

Harry softly laughed as he made his way over to Lily. He set his things down on one of the chairs before heading over to sit next to Lily at the edge of the pool. “Thanks, lovey,” he grinned, “waiting for me long?”

Lily grinned at him as he joined her, just happy to finally get this time with him off the clock. "Not too long," she assured him with a shake of her head. "Denise got here early and was kind enough to let me change before clocking out so I could come straight here. How was the rest of your shift?"

Harry nodded as she spoke. He was glad she wasn’t waiting too long for him. It was lucky that their shifts ended around the same time. “It was good... a little boring, but good,” Harry answered with a small shrug and smile, “how was yours?”

“No more mostly naked guests?” Lily teased with a grin before slowly lowering herself into the water. The temperature was absolutely perfect and just floating was a nice change of pace compared to standing and running around in heels. “Same as yours. Desk was dead, so I did some organizing to keep myself busy and help future Lily find things easier.”

“Oh, just a couple,” Harry joked with a smile and then followed Lily’s lead into the water. He was happy to have time with her that was off the clock now. “I’m glad. And I’m also glad that shift is over, aren’t you?”

“Well hopefully they weren’t quite as sweaty,” Lily giggled, her head falling back a little so more of her hair grew wet. The water was deep enough that she was having to stand on the balls of her feet to keep her chin above the surface. “Oh god, yes. One shift closer to our wonderful trip,” she beamed happily. There was nothing she was more excited for than their little getaway.

All Harry could think about now was how excited he was for their trip together. They had some things planned out that they wanted to do, but most of all, they both just wanted some time to relax and think nothing about work. It was going to be nice. “I can’t believe it all worked out. I’m really looking forward to it, lovey.”

Lily smiled shyly the way she almost always did when he called her the adorable nickname. It made her heart squeeze in her chest and her cheeks warm. She loved it. "Just meant to be, I guess," she grinned. "The universe knew we deserved a break and some alone time together. Cuddle for as long as we want to without work interrupting...work on our tans..."

Harry stood in the water with Lily, leaning against the side of the pool. He smiled at her explanation and nodded. They really did need some time away together. “I’m interested to see how tan you’ll get. You keep talking it up,” he grinned.

"I’m just so sick of being pale," Lily whined. "I want at least some sort of a tan line!" She did her best to get some sun when she could, but working all day indoors made it difficult. And it's not like she had a spot to lay out at home with any semblance of privacy. "I am very excited, however, to see you all nice and tan. I feel like it will compliment your hair color and tattoos very nicely."

“You’ll get your tan line. We’ll lay out in the sun all day if that’s what you want,” Harry smiled at her. Not to mention he was very much looking forward to those new swimsuits she spoke of. “Yeah? We’ll both be tan,” he said, “and I tan very easily for some reason so I’m kinda excited for it, too. Not gonna lie.”

"Well aren't you just the sweetest?" Lily cooed teasingly as she waded closer to him. Her thoughts easily wandered to a tan, shirtless Harry, which was honestly a common occurrence ever since they had decided on a beach trip. And of course her mind then turned to tan lines and a fully naked Harry. In hopes of cooling herself down, she quickly dunked under the water, coming back up and slicking her hair back from her face. "Everyone will be so jealous of our tans and trip when we get back."

Harry nodded at Lily’s words, watching as she came back up from the water. The people they worked with knew they were taking this trip. It would be nice to come back all tan and relaxed. “Definitely. People are already starting to talk about how jealous they are,” he joked.

"Won't know what to do without us. It'll be a miracle if the hotel is still standing when we come back with the way they all depend on the two of us," Lily joked although there was some truth to it. They had their hands in just about everything in the hotel and their coworkers knew they could always turn to one of them for help.

“Honestly. I was thinking the same thing,” Harry grinned. They were involved in a lot with the hotel and were also two of the most dependable people there, so no wonder why they had a good amount of responsibilities that have come along with their jobs. “Maybe they’ll learn to appreciate us more when we come back,” he chuckled.

"Maybe, but," Lily lifted up a finger, her face scrunched up a little and her lips pursed. "what if they realize just how much they need us and won't let us go on an even longer vacation in the future. Like our France trip?"

Harry looked at her, eyebrows raised slightly. He could see that happening but he didn’t want to think about it too much at that moment. “Then I would say... this job is replaceable, a trip to France with my girl is not.”

Lily laughed lightly and moved to drape her arms around Harry's neck, leaning in to steal a sweet kiss. "I love you," she murmured softly, a grin on her lips.

Harry smiled back at her after returning the kiss, his arms moving to wrap gently around her waist. He was loving this time with her already after a long night. They got to work together for the majority of it but still couldn’t get as close as Harry would’ve liked to. “I love you too,” he said, sneaking in another kiss.

Lily grinned against his lips and happily returned the kiss. She tried not to melt into his body too much, but it was hard. Especially with the lack of clothing. All she wanted was to just press herself as close to him as possible and feel his skin on hers. It’s all she could think about all day.

Harry’s arms wrapped around her waist to hold her close to him. It was always a good feeling to be close to Lily at the end of a long day. It was difficult going every day at work without that. “Tired after today?” He smiled softly, “I really don’t like that shift.”

Lily sighed a little as she sunk against him. “Yeah...” she mumbled. “Thank goodness we have tomorrow off. Or well...I guess technically today.” There was a reason they worked the day shift even if they were both horrible about getting up in the morning.

Harry nodded in agreement. He was ready to have some time to relax and get some sleep with Lily. The shift exhausted the both of them. “We’ll get some sleep once we get home,” Harry told her.

The corner of Lily’s lips curled up a bit and her heart rate picked up a little. When Harry said “home”, she couldn’t help but feel like he wasn’t talking about them going to their separate homes. But she wasn’t going to say anything in fear of being embarrassed if she was wrong. “Wanna swim for a little longer or head out?” she asked, floating back from him a little.

“Can swim for a little longer if you’d like,” Harry answered, leaning up from the edge of the pool. He wouldn’t mind staying in for a bit and then heading out. He knew they’d definitely feel up for some sleep after this trip in the pool.

Lily grinned, a hint of mischief in her eyes which was pretty typical when they were sneaking around the hotel. “We should play some sort of game like Marco Polo, but make it interesting. If you find me, you win something,” she suggested. While she was great at coming up with games and bets, Harry was better at deciding on prizes for winning.

Harry smiled at Lily when she began to speak, raising his eyebrows. “Yeah?” They’d always find a way to make things at the hotel more interesting. “I would be up for that,” he said, taking a few steps closer to her, away from the edge of the pool.

"Okay, so you have to close your eyes and try to find me. I'm not going to say anything, though, cause that would be too easy with just two of us," Lily decided, putting a bit more distance between them when he stepped closer. "You decide what you want for a prize."

“You gonna stop me after five minutes when I can’t find you?” Harry grinned, looking at her. It sounded like a fun little game, though. “Alright, closing my eyes now, lovey. Better get moving.”

Lily just laughed, "I’ll let you find me after a while." Once she was sure his eyes were closed, she sunk under the water so he wouldn't hear her as she swam away. It wasn't until she was a safe distance away that she slowly surfaced, trying to make as little sound as possible as she turned to look at him.

“So I get a prize either way?” Harry smiled, closing his eyes to start their little game. He stood in one place as he waited for Lily to get settled in one spot and once enough time had passed, he figured it was okay to go ahead. “I’m really good at these games...just so you know,” he grinned as he began to walk around the pool.

Lily sank down enough that her lips were under the water to keep herself from giggling. But it was pretty hilarious watching Harry wandering around the pool with his eyes closed. Once he started to head towards her side, she quietly slid along the wall in the other direction.

Harry started walking in all directions, figuring he must’ve covered the majority of the pool although hadn’t found Lily yet. It was more difficult than he originally thought her idea to be. He began to grin as it was taking him longer than expected. “You’re probably not even in the pool anymore...just watching me wander aimlessly in the pool by myself.”

Lily couldn't hide her snort this time, reaching up to cover her mouth so no more sounds would slip out. She was having vivid flashbacks to being a child and playing Marco Polo with friends and definitely cheating by climbing out of the pool. But she wouldn't do that to Harry. Instead, she slipped back under the water and swam until she was right in front of him and then surfaced. If he didn't find her now, then he really wasn't as good at this as he said he was.

Harry’s smile grew wider when he heard the familiar snort-laugh leave Lily’s lips from across the pool, a small laugh leaving his mouth as well. Getting out of the pool wasn’t excluded in their rules, but he didn’t think she’d trick him like that. Plus, it was a bit too cold for Lily to get out of the water that she already seemed comfortable in. Harry heard Lily pop up out of the water near him so he wasn’t surprised to feel something when he reached out again, opening his eyes with a smile. “See? Easy,” he joked.

Lily laughed when he finally touched her and reached up to cup his cheeks. "Whatever you say, love," she joked back. "But I'll be nice and still give you a prize." Besides, she was sure Harry was going to make it impossible whenever it was her turn to find him.

“Well, I’d sure hope so...I did find you, after all,” Harry teased with a knowing grin as he looked at her. “You didn’t make that easy for me, did you?” He added on, his hands going to her hips without a second thought. “What I really would like right now is a good kiss from my girl...I went a lot of the day without one, you know.”

"Pretty sure I let you find me, but whatever," Lily waved her hand dismissively. She was more than happy to oblige with his request and stood on her toes so she could reach him for a kiss, letting this one linger longer than most they'd shared today. "I love when you call me your girl," she whispered her confession.

Harry happily leaned in for the kiss that he earned with their little game, smiling softly against her lips. “Yeah?” he grinned when they pulled away, giving her sides a little squeeze. He’d keep a note of that in his mind. “Well, I love my girl.”

Lily bit her lip as she shyly met his gaze and nodded. "Granted I love just about any nickname you give me. But something about being called your girl makes my heart do a little flip," she admitted. Her lips once again found their way back to his. "And I love you, babes."

Harry smiled as he listened to Lily, holding her close to him as they stood together. Even with their game, it didn’t take them long to get close to each other again. “Noted,” he told her, pressing a few more kisses to her lips.

Lily smiled softly into the kiss and then nudged her nose against his. "So is it my turn to find you?" she asked with a small grin, reluctantly pulling back even though she could spend all night there kissing him.

Harry smiled at her question, letting her pull away a bit so they could get back into their game. “I think it is,” he grinned, “better think of a good prize that you want.”

Lily let go of him and took a step back so they were no longer touching. "Don't worry, I've already got one in mind," she beamed before closing her eyes. "Alright, mister. Counting to ten..." She counted just loud enough for him to hear, wanting to pick up on any sounds that might hint to his whereabouts.

Harry waited until they were further away before he went underneath the water, swimming away. He tried to make as little noise as possible but it was quite difficult. Once he got to one edge of the pool, he remained there while Lily started to move around, all with a smile on his face as he watched.

Lily moved around the pool far more slowly than Harry had, not wanting to make much noise herself so she could hopefully hear Harry moving through the water. She had a vague idea of where he might be and headed in that direction, her arms reached out in front of her and slowly moving through the water in hopes of finding her boyfriend. "Am I close?" she teased.

Harry didn’t take his eyes off of Lily as she searched around the pool. It took a little bit for her to get close to where he was, but it was around the same time as she asked her question. Obviously she didn’t expect him to answer, but he thought it would be fun to speak up when she seemingly wasn’t expecting to be so close to him. “I’m not allowed to talk, babe..that’ll give it away,” he answered teasingly, wrapping his arm around her waist from where he was behind her.

Lily flinched at the unexpected closeness of Harry’s voice, her eyes shooting open, and she turned around in his embrace. “Harry! I was so close to finding you,” she whined teasingly, sending a light splash against his chest.

“You were going past me..I wasn’t going to let you do that,” Harry teasingly said with a laugh. He moved to lean against the side of the pool, loosening his grasp on Lily. “What’s that prize you’ve been thinking about?”

“Well aren’t you just the sweetest?” Lily laughed lightly. Once he let go, she clasped her hands in front of her, swaying back and forth in the water as she batted her eyes at him. “Can I wear your jumper home?” she asked in her most sweetest, innocent voice. “It was warm when I came in to work and I didn’t think about it being so much cooler when I left. Especially after swimming.”

Harry smiled at her request and of course nodded his head without another thought about it. “Of course you can,” he told her. He always brought an extra layer, even if he kept it in his car, because Lily got cold more often than he did and they were always together now.

“Yay!” Lily clapped, an excited grin on her face. “You’re the best!” Just the thought of cozying up in his jumper, and possibly even together in one of their beds, had the exhaustion from the day catching up to her. “Are you ready to go?” She managed to get out before she yawned.

Harry had fun in the pool, and work was definitely more entertaining since he was able to be with Lily for most of the shift, but he was tired now and ready to relax. “Yep, ready to go,” he nodded. Harry got out of the pool along with Lily so they could dry off before heading out.

Lily reluctantly left the warmth of the water and scurried over to the towel she’d grabbed, quickly wrapping it around her shoulders. “I’m gonna go change in the bathroom real quick,” she checked before taking her things with her to the pool bathroom. She toweled off and dried her hair to the best of her ability before putting on some comfy shorts and t-shirt to meet Harry back by the pool.

Harry nodded and went to the other bathroom to change as well. He only needed to slip on a t-shirt and change back into jeans so he waited by the pool for Lily to finish changing, which didn’t take long. “Ready to go?” Harry asked, gathering their things before they walked towards the door.

“Wait, wait, wait! My prize?” Lily called out as she hurried after him. She made grabby hands for his bag, wanting his jumper, especially before they stepped outside.

Harry stopped in his tracks when he heard Lily, smiling. “Ah, I almost forgot,” he said, “it’s in my bag if you want to grab it.” It was a good thing that she remembered.

Lily eagerly reached into Harry’s bag and carefully pulled out his jumper so nothing else fell out. Within seconds, she had it pulled over her head and the long sleeves tucked around her hands, letting out a happy hum as she snuggled into it. “Thank you!” she chirped. “We can leave now.” They still hadn’t discussed if they were leaving together, but at this point she just assumed that they were. It was a rarity for them to go their separate ways after work. “Your house or mine?” she wondered as they stepped out into the night. Well...more like the early morning.

Harry was carrying their bags as they headed out the door but reached for Lily’s hand once they were outside. “We can go to yours,” he answered. “Warm now?” he smiled as he looked at her.

Lily removed her hand from inside the jumper sleeve so she could hold Harry’s and smiled up at him, nodding. “Yes. Thank you.” The further they walked, the more tired she realized she was. Maybe getting up and running errands before work wasn’t the best idea. “Can you drive?” she asked, interrupted halfway through by another yawn.

He laced their fingers as they walked and nodded. “Yeah, of course.” He usually offered to drive if they were going somewhere together. And going to Lily’s was often easier because Harry usually didn’t have as much to pack or bring along with him. They got to Harry’s car and he opened the door for Lily to get in before setting their bags down in the backseat and getting in himself. “I think you’re gonna fall asleep on the way home, babe,” he smiled.

Lily smiled softly when he opened the door and leaned up to kiss his cheek before she climbed in. “Such a gentleman. Thank you,” she murmured. Once she was buckled, she settled into her seat, once again snuggling into the jumper. She let out a light, but tired laugh and nodded. “Oh for sure. The day just caught up with me all of a sudden.”

Harry got settled in his seat and buckled the seatbelt. “Yeah, it’s been a long day.” Harry was growing more tired as well so he was looking forward to getting into bed that night. “That’s fine...I just hate waking you up when we get back,” he smiled softly.

Lily shifted so she was sitting sideways in her seat and could look at Harry. “You could always just carry me inside,” she teased before furrowing her brows. “Granted it might be hard to hold me and unlock the door.” Being woken up wasn’t exactly her favorite either, so she was determined to stay awake on the drive. Then they could happily crash as soon as they reached her bed.

“I could. I would just have to come back out to the car and grab all of our things...but I would make two trips for you,” Harry told her with a smile. There’s been a few times that he’s carried her in, it was just a bit harder when they had more things to carry than just themselves.

Lily laughed and reached over to give his leg a squeeze. "I repeat my sentiment from earlier; you are just the sweetest," she teased before giggling again. "I'll help you carry stuff in, though. We'll need to put our swim stuff on the side of the tub to dry or they'll start stinking in our bags." Her nose scrunched up at the idea of stinky, wet swimsuits. Letting them dry would be worth putting off sleep for just a few more moments.

“Why thank you,” he said with a small chuckle, letting his hand rest on her leg while he drove. “Yeah, we’ll just have to do that quick and then we can head to bed. I can do yours, too, though... Miss Tired over here.”

"I'm staying awake for you!" Lily protested. "Quit acting like I'm making you take care of me." She scrunched up her nose and stuck her tongue out at him before smiling so he knew she was just messing with him. She loved how sweet and caring he was.

“So first I’m a total sweetheart and now you’re scolding me for it?” Harry said jokingly in response, glancing over at her with a smile. He loved their way of joking around. He gave her thigh a gentle squeeze before returning his gaze to the road and continuing to drive. “You’re lucky I like you so much,” he teased.

"You mean love me," Lily responded, her voice soft and affectionate. A stark contrast to her previous teasing tone. But she still wasn't quite over the fact that they were in love. After weeks of stressing and trying to not slip up, she couldn't believe that he felt the same way.

“Yes, you’re lucky I love you so much,” Harry corrected himself with a knowing smile. He was glad it was out in the open now. There were way too many times that he found himself almost saying it which he felt was too early on, even for them. A few minutes later, they arrived at Lily’s place and parked before heading inside with their bags.

Lily grinned to herself and gave his hand a squeeze before spending the rest of the ride in silence. No matter how heavy her eyelids got, she refused to fall asleep and surprisingly made it all the way home. Before Harry could grab her bag, she snatched it out of the back and headed up to unlock her door. "Home sweet home," she sighed as she stepped through, waiting for Harry to come in so she could close the door and lock it. Then she made a beeline to the bathroom to dump off her swimsuit.

Harry followed her in and waited while she closed and locked the front door behind them. Once Lily was done in the bathroom, he went in to place his swim trunks there and to brush his teeth so he’d be all ready for bed. “I hope we never have to do that shift again for a long time,” he smiled softly.

Lily didn't bother turning on the lights as she shuffled into her room, knowing exactly where her beautiful bed was. She kept on Harry's jumper and simply shimmied off her shorts before slipping under the covers with the happiest of sighs. "Me either, but it will be worth it when we're laying on the beach," she promised, holding out the blankets for Harry to join her.

Harry nodded in agreement. Neither of them really loved that shift, but it would be worth it to have some time off during the week and instead be on the beach. Harry soon joined Lily in the bed, getting under the blankets with her. “Very worth it.”

Lily let the blankets fall around Harry once he'd laid down and then rolled over onto her other side, deciding to switch it up and spoon tonight. Within seconds, her eyes fell closed and she could feel herself starting to drift off. "Night, love," she murmured, her voice barely audible it was so layered with sleep.

Harry laid down on the mattress, on his side behind Lily. It was never guaranteed that he’d fall asleep within minutes of hitting the mattress, but he knew that would happen that night. He and Lily found themselves extremely tired. “Goodnight, lovey,” he told her before drifting off to sleep himself.

#stories

0 notes

crushedbyhyperbole · 4 years

Text

Promises - Chapter Five

Chapter Summary: Salaciously the seduction goes down. The situation and the proposition have Bucky feeling uncomfortable. What can he do when he's simultaneously offered something he's always wanted and put in a position to lose it all?

Warnings: Drunkenness and bad flirting. Did I mention the flirting is terrible XD

PROMISES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST | MOBILE MASTERLIST

Belated Prologue Pt 4 - The Proposition

In the morning, Bucky woke up to the smell of coffee brewing. Izzy stood in his open-plan kitchen hunched forward and leaning against the counter for support.

She must be feeling real rough, Bucky thought.

“Morning.” His voice was croaky with sleep.

“Morning.” Izzy didn’t even have the energy to be startled. “Coffee?”

“Please.” He sat up and allowed himself a moment before standing to go to the bathroom. The last thing he needed was to be exhibiting morning wood to his guest. “There’s bagels in the fridge.” He said from the bathroom before closing the door.

Izzy looked cute with her hair all tousled, and ridiculously comical with mascara smears under her eyes. Bucky smirked at her when he accepted the mug of coffee from her.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He smirked again as she checked her reflection out in the chrome surface of the kettle.

“Oh, fuck you!” She rolled her eyes and turned her back.

“How you feeling?” He asked after his cup was half gone. His caffeine levels were directly proportional to the amount of socialising he was prepared to do first thing after waking.

“Peachy.” Sarcasm exuded from her tone. “I had a wonderful night.”

“Yeah you seemed to be enjoying yourself until some point down the I495.” Bucky smirked into his cup. “Wanna tell me what happened with Brad?” He’d gotten the drunk version last night but the sober version would be more reliable. “Was it really that bad?”

“It’s not bad like ‘I propositioned my best friend for sex’ bad or anything like that, but it’s pretty bad.”

Bucky didn’t know whether to laugh or be shocked. So he did both. Practically inhaling his coffee and spluttering into the cup. It wasn’t exactly a voluntary choice.

Izzy looked concerned for a moment until Bucky held his hand up to say he was ok. He wiped the coffee off his chin before looking at her with a sad smile.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky.” She had tears in her eyes. “You were so good to me and I had to go be a pathetic, whiny, needy mess. I didn’t mean to push any boundaries.”

“I meant what I said.” He spoke quietly. His heart was hammering in his chest; excitement, terror, and more.

“Huh.” It was more a surprised noise than a query.

“I said I’d think about it. And I would still do that.”

“You also said you’d get a pinky promise tattoo so is that still on the cards?” She laughed mischievously.

He could tell it was a deflection and he didn’t care. He’d have her however she chose to be with him, obviously the more of her time he got, the better. He’d get a tattoo for her, no questions asked.

“What if it is?” He teased back.

She laughed, grinning big. “Oh Barnes, you’re so gonna regret saying that.” She tried to hide her amusement in her cup just like he had, but her smile made her eyes twinkle in just the right kind of way that had him staring at her, wishing she’d look at him like that for ever.

“Yeah, yeah, bring it on!”

The tattoos became a reality. They both got the word promise tattooed on the inside of their right pinky finger in the Izzy’s cursive handwriting. Steve became part of the pact too, which made Bucky feel it was a little less special but he approved nonetheless, and it did take some of the tension out of it for him. Having her handwriting tattooed on his skin bound her irrefutable to him. He needed only to glance at it and he got a tingly feeling in his stomach. It was like her mark on him, permanent and heart-felt.

It was a couple of weeks after that when the whole friends with benefits thing came up again.

Izzy was at Starks with a few of her girlfriends from the office. The tall blonde with a huge rack had been hitting on him at the bar all night and, although Bucky had no qualms bedding someone who pursued him that hard, he didn’t want to mess with any of Izzy’s friends or colleagues. He loved and respected her too much to do that. Despite the blonde being salacious, he had to decline.

Bucky came over to the table to collect empties and to check in with Izzy.

“You good? Need anything?” He asked, leaning over to scoop up a few bellini flutes.

“We’re getting table service from bar manager Barnes?” Izzy was practically flirting with him.

“You came over to see me, didn’t you, sugar?” The blonde, Claire, said as she seductively trailed her finger around the rim of her glass.

Bucky laughed short and nervous, his adam’s apple bobbing slightly before his tongue made a quick pass of his upper lip. He felt so damn uncomfortable. A quick glance at Izzy revealed her amusement.

Well, this is going to get more awkward before it’s over. He thought with a sigh.

“Would you be a darling and rustle up a couple of my favourite cocktail? No one in the whole of New York makes them like you do, Buck.” She bit her lip purposefully, glancing down to his mouth and back up to his eyes.

He frowned slightly. Very confused.

What the hell kind of game was Izzy playing? This was uncharacteristically flirtatious, forward, predatory, whatever the hell you wanted to call it; this wasn’t normal.

Bucky nodded slowly.

“You better leave me a good tip though.” He winked at the other women, suddenly feeling like it was a game he’d been enlisted to play. He didn’t want to make Izzy look stupid so he decided he’d bite. “You ladies got to appreciate a man with skills.”

That got a titter of giggles from them all.

Delivering the cocktails himself had been a bit of a mistake. The ladies insisted Bucky sit with them a little while and Izzy was more than happy to continue tormenting him. She teased her cocktail straw with the tip of her tongue before taking it between her lips for a sip, eyes fluttering closed in pleasure, a little nasal moan escaping before she swallowed.

His palms were getting sweaty just watching her.

“You’re so hot.” One of the ladies said, leaning in to touch his thigh.

Bucky laughed, looking down and shaking his head, embarrassed. Women had told him that before but he’d never sat at a table with the girl of his dreams and had other women try to bed him. This was all too much.

“That’s the cocktails talking.” He deflected.

“Cock-what? Yes, please!” Someone said, earning themselves a round of lewd laughter.

There was no hint of jealousy in Izzy’s face or her body language. It was like a neon sign to him that she didn’t feel anything other than something platonic for him. She was watching him, intrigued and mischievous.

“Just feel how hard that is.” The woman said, inviting the others to touch his leg. “All that perfectly toned muscle.” She sighed.

“What would it take for me to have you in my bed tonight?” The blonde, Claire, was relentless.

Bucky blushed hard, laughing again as his nerves got the better of him. Izzy shouldn’t be okay with this, he was supposed to be her friend and he was uncomfortable as hell in this situation. He wished he hadn’t played along in the first place.

Shaking his head and with a bashful smile he could barely make eye contact with any of them. Blushing hard he protested. “Stop… You’re making me blush.”

That earned him a round of ‘awww, so cute’ from them all. He really couldn’t win.

Izzy’s eyes hadn’t left him and when he stood to leave, making excuses of tending bar and cleaning up, she followed him to the bar.

“Can I get you something?” He was a little short with her but she didn’t notice.

She had seemed only tipsy at the table but now he saw she was pretty damn drunk.

“Remember that conversation?” She said playfully.

“Which one?” They’d had thousands of conversations over their many years of friendship, he probably could remember all of them but he was clueless as to what she was getting at without a pointer or two. “The one about the end of the world? Who we’d have on our team?” That was one from a couple of days ago.

“No.” She was deadly serious now, it gave him chills. “In your room, the night you picked me up from Long Island.”

“Oh.” Suddenly the air was oppressive and his mouth dry. “Um, okay, yeah. What about it?”

“I’ll be wanting your answer now, Barnes.”

He kind of liked this side of her, boldly asking for what she wanted. The way she looked at him then sent a tingle over his scalp and down his spine right to his cock.

This can’t be happening.

“Right now!?”

“Right now.” Her lips curled subtly in a lopsided but flirtatious smile.

“You’ve been drinking and I would hate to take advantage…” Bucky trailed away as Izzy shook her head.

“Who’s taking advantage?” Her laugh was bright and completely her. “You did not just see yourself get torn to pieces by that pack of lionesses over there.”

She had a point but still, he wouldn’t feel right about this at all. It had to be sober or nothing.

“What about the rules?” He became aware of a customer waiting. “One sec.” He gave Izzy a placatory look.

Bucky filled the order and came back to her a few minutes later. She’d finished her drink and pushed the glass towards him, slowly, her fingers trailing up the stem through the condensation on the side to the rim where she circled with her index finger. Her tongue slowly traced her upper lip as she stared him down.

Christ! She was trying to seduce him. Not trying. Succeeding. What the hell was this? What had changed?

“Rules, you say?” Even her voice was pitched lower, more sultry. “I can do rules.”

Maybe he should just tell her that she didn’t have to make all this effort, that he was hers already and always would be, for as long as she wanted him to be.

“I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.” He chuckled ironically.

“So it’s a ‘yes’ then?” Was that hope he saw glint in her eye?

Had he said ‘yes’? His answer should be no. Their friendship might get ruined and then he’d be without her in his life at all. But then again what if she grew to love him, was that not worth a risk?

“Conditional approval, pending suitable rules.” He couldn’t help the playful smile that spread across his face. “And sobriety.”

Izzy was smiling too and she looked stunning, stood there with flushed cheeks and twinkling eyes. Maybe drunk was a good look on her, hell every look was good on her.

I’m so fucked.

“You’re gonna make me wait for it?” She teased but seemed more than a little disappointed.

“Damn right I am.” Bucky flirted. “I’m not the sort to put out on the first date.”

“You totally are!” Her head dipped forward as she laughed, snorting like a pig in the middle which made them both laugh harder.

“Alright, alright, so maybe I am.” He chuckled as she came down from her laughing fit. “But you shouldn’t.” And he was serious again. “Text me tomorrow when you’re not drunk.”

Izzy actually groaned in frustration. What had gotten into her?

“Now, go on! Scoot.” He flapped her away from the bar with both hands.

His face burned but not as much as the fire in his chest. Simultaneously terrified and excited, he could barely focus on his work for the rest of the night. Tony grumbled that he wasn’t giving the customer his full attention, and the old man was right, Bucky wasn’t. He put on a smile when his whole soul was racked with bewilderment. He didn’t know if he wanted her to forget what she’d asked of him or if he wanted her to take this idea of hers in both hands and never let it go. One thing Bucky knew for sure, he was never going to be able to say no. Not to her. Not ever.

Continue to chapter six >>>

A/N: I just want to say thank you to anyone who is reading this. I kind of feel like this things is a giant flop or that Tumblr still hates me and won’t let any of the chapters for this show up in searches. But if you are reading, I won’t let this be a forgotten work because the story is so close to my heart. If I do lapse though, feel free to kick me up the arse.

Tagging @renxzs because you are so invested already and I love you for your dedication to this thing <3

#bucky barnes x ofc #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky fanfic #bucky x ofc #friends to lovers #bucky barnes fanfic #promises #my writing

29 notes · View notes

redvoid-40 · 4 years

Text

Chapter 5: Tools

Fanfic title: ??? Word count: 4175 Fandom: Naruto Pairing: eventual Gaara x OC, cannon pairings Genre: Friendship, Adventure, Hurt/Comfort Warnings: None

Last chapter of the Prologue/Land of Waves arc! Hope you all enjoy it and let me know what you think! :) Next chapter we’ll get started with the Chuunin Exams! I’m pretty excitd about it! :D

Previous chapter / Next chapter

Ko-fi

—–

Shin stared at the trees around her. She honestly didn’t know where to start.

Sakura had already climbed up all the way to a treetop without even breaking a sweat. Naruto and Sasuke were at the other end of the clearing running and slashing at their respective trees in competition, incited by Kakashi’s taunting.

She had tried following their example, but something was off. She could feel it.

“What’s taking so long, Shin-kun?” Kakashi asked, limping his way towards her. His fight with Zabuza had left him with some serious wounds. “Even if you fall down, shouldn’t you at least be trying?”

Shin blushed, eyes downcast.

“I tried… But I don’t think I’m doing it right.”

“Hmm? Let me see.”

Shin nodded, closing her eyes for a moment as she concentrated her chakra on her feet. Even still as she was she could feel how it flowed without any sort of control or pattern through her soles.

With a deep breath, she started running towards the tree. Her muscles were tense, ready for the strain that was sure to come. After all, her body knew it would have to work twice as hard as usual, because it just couldn’t count with her chakra to help along.

The other three Genin stared at her, surprised that she was finally doing something.

That surprise grew into shock as she climbed a little past the half of the tree trunk before a particularly strong burst of chakra launched her off the tree, leaving a small crater where she stepped.

Shin pouted and turned to her teacher.

“I see now… You’ve been overcompensating your lack of chakra-control with physical strength. Despite climbing further than Naruto your control is worse than his. You’re just using your muscles to make up for it.”

Shin nodded, still blushing. "I’ve always had a hard time with Ninjutsu - as far as I know, all other Genin summoned at least three clones in their graduation exam, but I only made one. Still, I kept my grades just above average because I made up for my lack of talent in Ninjutsu and Genjutsu by training twice as hard physically. That’s why-”

“You hit a standstill. You’re constantly overcompensating your lack of skill with chakra with your physical training.” Kakashi hummed. “Heh. You remind me of someone I know, Shin-kun.”

“Really?”

Kakashi smiled behind his mask, but somehow the expression was… crooked. It made a shiver run down her spine.

“Yeah. And I’m definitely getting you out of your standstill.”

—

The four trained for the rest of the day. Sakura’s amazing chakra control became even better. I one afternoon and she was already capable of walking up and down the tree trunks as she pleased.

Sasuke was improving steadily. So was Naruto, though he was going at a slower pace than Sasuke.

Meanwhile Shin felt she was moving backwards.

“Kakashi-sensei, are you sure this is the only way?” Shin whined. “I feel ridiculous.”

“Well, I had to find a way to handicap your body without actually incapacitating you, Shin-kun. That’s the best I could come up with, short of breaking a leg.”

The girl looked down at herself. Her vest had been thrown to the side, but still she was shining with sweat. Her tank top looked more red than orange now and the sweat made strands of her messy, wavy hair stick to her neck. And her legs…

Those were tied together at the knees, so she wasn’t able to run or even walk. Like a little rabbit, she was supposed to bounce her way to the tree top without even being able to widen her stance.

Shin pouted as she glared at the tree in front of her. The most Shin had managed without falling on her butt was a couple of jumps, so the highest point she slashed in the tree bark was barely taller than Kakashi.

It was frustrating to be this bad at something; more than once in the past hour Shin had been driven to the brink of giving up. Why did she want to learn Ninjutsu so badly anyway? Surely, if she trained hard enough, she could become a great Shinobi with only Taijutsu. She had even met another boy that was like her during one of her solo training sessions, and he had been extremely strong. He even gave her a few pointers on her posture and fighting techniques.

Lee-senpai, I understand now why you dedicated yourself solely on Taijutsu. This is impossible!

“Shin-chan! Shin-chan!”

The girl snapped out of her by none other than Naruto. The boy had a conspiratory smile on his face as he ran to her.

“How are you holding up?”

Shin sighed, and resumed to glare at her tree. “Honestly, Naruto-chan, not well. I’m thinking maybe the spiritual control of our chakra isn’t for me. Maybe I should give up and continue training my Taijutsu.”

That surprised the boy more than Shin believed it would. Naruto’s smile was suddenly gone as he grabbed both of her shoulders and started to shake her wildly.

“You can’t give up! We’ve gotta master this chakra thing and beat Zabuza, and we’re gonna do this together. Believe it!” Then, on a much lower voice, Naruto got real close to her face. “Hear me out on this. Sakura-chan gave me some tips. I’ll share them with you but you have to promise not to tell Sasuke!”

Shin’s brown eyes sparkled at the promise of help. She stared at Naruto’s naughty smile and then glanced at Sasuke. He was staring at them from the corner of his eyes, trying to act uninterested despite being curious about what they were talking about.

Shin didn’t like lying or even keeping things from her friends. She knew she’d feel really bad if she accepted Naruto’s help in exchange for letting Sasuke out of the loop.

But, honestly, she was so annoyed by this whole training that a bit of guilt sounded like a fair exchange if it meant she’d be able to move up that damn tree. Even if it was only a couple of inches.

Brown met blue again and Shin nodded. “I won’t tell Sasuke-kun. So please, tell me.”

Naruto’s smile grew in size and mischief.

“Hehehe, you see…Sakura-chan told me this whole thing won’t work out unless we’re calm. We need to focus on the tree so our chakra will flow calmly through our feet, just like the tree’s energy is flowing through it.”

Shin didn’t quite understand Naruto’s tip, but nodded nonetheless. It made little sense to her, focusing on a tree. However Naruto had been improving steadily faster since Sakura had given him that tip so Shin figured it was good advice.

“Hey, you two!”

Shin and Naruto were startled and turned to Sasuke, who was looking at them with a contradicted look on his face.

“Yes, Sasuke-kun?”

“Naruto asked Sakura something before she left. You two are talking about what she said, right? I want to know it too.”

The smile that stretched on Naruto’s face was positively sadistic.

“I won’t tell you.”

Sasuke looked on the verge of throttling Naruto, but recomposed himself with a deep breath before turning to Shin. “Shin, you will tell me, right?”

Shin gulped and put on an awkward smile. She could feel Naruto’s eyes staring at her in anticipation. She simply adored her friend, but there was no denying he could be kind of a jerk when he wanted to.

And easily drag her down with him.

“Ahhhh… Sasuke-kun, I’d love to tell you but… ah you see… I- can’t.”

“WHA-”

“Oh look there’s a better tree over there for me! I think I’ll go train there. Sorry, Sasuke-kun! Good luck you two! See you at dinner!”

With that Shin shuffled away, hoping that her response to Sasuke didn’t ever fall on Sakura’s ears.

—

Once she was far away from the boys so she could barely hear them Shin chose a tree to continue training. Open palm laid against the tree, Shin took a few moments to focus on it. She stared at the intricate patterns of the tree bark and felt its rough texture against her skin, she listened to the sound its leaves made as the wind blowed softly on them and she felt-

There.

Soft and slow Shin could feel the energy flowing inside the tree and she finally understood what she had felt during their fight with Zabuza, when she told Naruto to dodge despite not seeing anything through the mist. Somehow, she had felt the Rogue-Nin’s chakra even though he was far from her.

And Shin grasped at the sensation she was experiencing now and did not let go. She took her time to appreciate the tree’s life force for what it as, to analyze its flow and power. Then she turned her observations inside, comparing her own chakra to the tree’s, feeling how different they both felt to her.

My chakra is larger and more disorganized, it has a more active feel to it. It’s agitated.

Shin focused on morphing her energy then, adjusting her chakra to the tree’s and focusing especially on the soles of her feet. She felt something different then and tensed her muscles, ready to jump.

This time it’ll be better.

—

That night the three of them returned to Tazuna’s home with smiles on their faces. They all still had quite a long way to go in their training with chakra, but there was no denying how much they evolved during that afternoon. Their slashes on the trees were proof of it, as were the red welts that the rope lefta round Shin’s ankles.

So when they arrived and found dinner waiting for them at the table, the three dug in with a ferociousness that could only come from being a growing Shinobi after a heavy training session.

Although in Naruto and Sasuke’s cases there was also the competition factor, which drove both of them to ask for seconds and thirds until they were throwing up.

“Naruto-chan!” Shin called out, jumping to the side in order to avoid being barfed upon by her friend. “I think you two are going too far. It’s not good to waste food.”

“Sorry, Shin-chan. But I have to beat Sasuke!”

Sakura seemed to shareof Shin’s feelings, so much she scolded both boys indiscriminately instead of focusing only on Naruto.

“You two shouldn’t eat if you’re going to throw up!”

Of course their protests went on deaf ears as both boys went right back to eating as if there was no tomorrow.

Shin and Sakura exchanged a look and sighed.

Peas in a pod.

—

After dinner Sakura asked about the torn picture the family had hanging on the wall, and immediately the air grew heavy in the dining room.

“It was my husband.” Tsunami answered, not moving her eyes from the dishes.

“People around him used to call him a hero.” Tazuna commented.

Shin stared at Inari, but the boy kept silent, staring down at his lap as he clenched and unclenched his fists. There was a repressed sadness in him that was almost tangible, and Shin could easily see herself in him.

Losing family… it’s a pain that never really goes away.

“Inari-kun…” Shin began, but before she could say anything else the boy suddenly stood up from his place and left the room, soon followed by his mother.

“Dad! You know you can’t say things like that in front of Inari!”

The five Shinobi stood in silence, staring at Tazuna expectantly. With a sigh, the bridge-builder began telling them about the Hero of the Wave Country and the five of them listened to the tragic tale with attentive ears and heavy hearts.

Without even realizing it, Shin found herself clenching and unclenching her fists as salty tears fell down on her lap.

Shin felt a warm weight rest on her shoulder and when she turned her head, she found Naruto staring at her with determination burning in his blue eyes. Quickly, Shin rubbed her eyes dry and nodded at him, her own brown orbs burning just as bright.

Inari-kun… I’ll make you smile again. Even if it’s the last thing I do.

—

A few days later, Sakura had gone into the forest with Kakashi and a brought a picnic basket with her. Both Shin and Naruto had fallen into the habit of training late into the night or leaving the house before anyone woke up to train, more often than not skipping breakfast, and since she was free that afternoon she thought it would be nice to help out her team-mates.

They are doing their best to catch up with Sasuke and me. It can’t be easy watching others suceed in something you’re bad at.

When both arrived at their training grounds, they were greeted by a smiling Naruto laying on the highest tree-branch in the area, while Shin stood on the horizontal, keeping herself attached to the tree, with both of her legs untied. Sasuke was there as well, hanging upside down from another branch.

Shin smiled at them. “I think we’ll be good to go after tonight, Kakashi-sensei.”

—

That night the Shinobis stayed at the table after dinner, talking about training and plans to defeat Gato, about how courage would always prevail as long as there was one person willing to fight. The four Genin listened to Kakashi, inspired by his words of praise, confident that they would all protect this village and its people.

Inari was of a different opinion.

“These stupid trainings are a waste of time!” The boy screamed, slamming his hands on the table as tears fell freely from his eyes. “Gato has an army! He’ll defeat and destroy all of you! This cool stuff you’re saying means nothing… it doesn’t matter what you do. The strong always win and the weak always lose!”

Shin stared at the boy with wide eyes, at loss about what to say.

Naruto, of course, had a response to the boy. “Shut up. It’s gonna be different for me, believe it.”

“You shut up! Just looking at you makes me sick! You know nothing of this land; you’re just an outsider! You’re always laughing and joking around. You have no idea what it’s like being treated as trash!”

Shin swallowed and looked at Naruto. His blue eyes lost their usual playful glint as he stared at Inari.

“Look at you… crying and complaining like a poor victim. You can cry as much as you want, you coward.”

“Naruto!” Sakura scolded. “You went too far!”

Shin watched Naruto stand up and leave the room without another word. Then her brown eyes settled on Inari and she couldn’t find it in herself to be annoyed at the small child crying in front of her.

His words were harsh, but they were not of ill-intent.

“Inari-kun-” Shin called with a gentle smile. “-more than anyone here, Naruto-chan understands what it feels like being overlooked. Which is why he tries so hard in everything he does with a smile on his face. Our training here isn’t just to put up a front. We’re doing it for you and your family, and everyone else in the Wave Country.”

With that the girl walked around the table, until she could lay her hand atop the boy’s head.

“Have some faith in us. We’ll put a smile on your face yet.”

—

On the following morning, Naruto overslept, too tired from his training. And since he was the one who usually kicked Shin out of her bed to make sure she wasn’t late to their training sessions, so did she.

When he woke up to find the sun already high in the sky, he jumped out of bed with a scream that could wake the dead, but not the girl sleeping on the futon besides his.

“Shin-chan! Shin-chan, wake up!” The boy screamed at his friend, shaking her shoulders roughly. “They left us behind! Believe it?”

The girl sat up, rubbing leep off her eyes. “Hmm? Naruto-chan? What’s happening?”

The boy answered by throwing her clothes at her face.

“Get dressed! We need to catch up to them!”

—

Shin and Naruto were halfway to the bridge when something caught the later’s eyes, making him stop.

“Shin-chan, what’s that?”

The girl backtracked a few steps and looked at what Naruto was pointing at; laying dead on the forest ground was a wild boar. It wasn’t so unusual to find remains of forest wildlife every now and then, however there was something that caught their attention about this particular boar.

“Naruto-chan, he didn’t die of natural causes or by a natural predator.”

The boy narrowed his eyes and nodded. “Looks like he was killed by people. The trees are all full of slashes as well.”

“Naruto-chan, I have a bad feeling about this. Let’s go back to Tsunami-san’s home.”

“I was gonna say just that, believe it.”

—

Shin and Naruto arrived just in time. There were two bandits at Tsunami’s home, but they were not nearly as strong as Zabuza, so both Genin were easily capable of taking care of them.

“That was amazing!” Inari yelled, running towards them. The Rogue-Nins lay unconscious at their feet.

Naruto and Shin exchanged a look before smiling widely at the boy. “We crushed it, believe it!”

“You two were just like real Ninja!” Inari spoke, grinning widely at them.

“Hey, I am a real Ninja!” Naruto whined, but there was no bark in his words.

Shin laughed at them and patted Inari’s head, making the boy stare up at her with his big smile.

“Now that’s more like it. You keep smiling and cheering us on, alright?”

“Yeah!”

—

When Shin and Naruto arrived at the bridge, there was already a battle going on. Kakashi was facing off Zabuza, while Sasuke dealt with the false Hunter-Nin. However, Sasuke seemed to be in trouble, trapped in an Ice-based Jutsu.

Before Shin could even try to think up a strategy, Naruto had disappeared from her side and next thing she knew he was inside the enemy’s ice-dome, alongside Sasuke.

“N-Naruto!” Shin called out, voice high-pitched and unbelieving. “Why did you get inside the enemy’s Jutsu?!”

“You too, Shin-chan?!” Came Naruto’s whine. “I’m here to help, believe it!”

Shin took a deep breath to calm herself. It’s alright. I’m still out here to give them support. Maybe it’s actually better that Naruto-chan is inside there. Sasuke-kun is in pretty bad shape so I think he could use some help.

“Alright!” Shin settled and pulled out a scroll. She opened it above her head, allowing a few Fuuma Shuriken to fall by her feet, spiking the ground. She picked one of them up, getting in a throwing position. “I’ll support you guys from outside! Sasuke, catch me up here!”

“This Jutsu lets him travel between mirrors almost instantaneously.” Sasuke explained. “In here we see his reflection everywhere, so we don’t know where he’ll attack us from. We need to find a way to break out of here, but it’s almost impossible to break these things!”

“Fine! So all we need to do is find the real one, believe it!” Naruto exclaimed, performing hand-signs for his favourite Jutsu. “Shadow Clone Jutsu!”

Shin watched Naruto’s clones being decimated in the blink of an eye as a shadow flew from mirror to mirror. Shin tensed, ready to throw her FuumaShuriken but the enemy’s movements were much too fast for her.

Damn it! I can’t just throw it blindly.

Naruto insisted on that strategy, summoning more and more clones to try and beat their enemy’s speed with numbers alone.

Shin watched everything, trying to follow his movements with her eyes to no avail. But to her surprise, she was slowly being able to locate him by his chakra. Like she had done with Zabuza’s without realizing and then trained on the trees a few days ago, Shin was increasingly being able to differentiate the sensation of their enemy’s chakra and how it moved around Sasuke and Naruto’s.

It’s not much, but it’ll have to do.

With a determined look on her face, Shin tensed her body and got ready. During the next of Naruto’s assault she’d throw her weapon.

“Shin!”

At the call of her name she fixed her eyes on Sasuke’s. The boy noticed she was ready to attack. And from what she saw in his black orbs, he had formed a strategy too. His gaze screamed at her: follow my lead.

Immediately Sasuke started doing hand-signals for his Fireball Jutsu, not paying attention to how their enemy jumped from mirror to mirror, as if he knew where he would be. Just as he was about to release his Jutsu, Sasuke glanced at Shin and she took it as her cue.

With all the speed and strength she could muster, Shin threw her Fuuma Shuriken, aiming at the same direction as Sasuke. Which, to her immense satisfaction, was the same direction where she felt their enemy’s chakra.

Shin’s Fuuma Shuriken grazed the fabric of their enemy’s sleeve while Sasuke’s Jutsu charred the left leg of his pants.

Close! Shin thought, grabbing another of the weapons nailed on the floor.

Next time, for sure.

—

Shin watched as needle upon needle rained down upon Naruto and Sasuke’s bodies as both tried to break out of that ice-dome. She was down to just one Fuuma Shuriken, using all her other weapons to intercept the enemy’s attacks, trying to shelter her friends from at least some of his needles. She had grazed their enemy’s leg once, but it was barely enough of a scratch to draw blood.

Shin’s frustration grew exponentially as she watched her friends suffer. And when Naruto passed out again she was ready to follow his example and barge in there.

“Stop Shin!” Sasuke yelled at her, as if feeling her intentions. “We need you out there! I got this!”

Shin raised her eyes from Naruto’s prone form to Sasuke and what she saw made her jaw drop.

His eyes… He awakened his Sharingan!

Before Shin could say anything, their enemy charged again, and this time he went straight to Naruto. Sasuke moved faster than Shin thought possible, fast enough to shield Naruto from the attack. But not himself.

“Sasuke!” Shin called out as the needles hit him.

The boy wasn’t deterredthough, he countered the enemy’s attack and kicked him back.

“Shin, now!”

“Right!”

Swallowing her worry, Shin threw her last weapon and this time it hit the mark. Her Fuuma Shuriken dug deep into their enemy’s thigh, making him fall to the ground in pain.

“Sasuke we did it!” Shin cheered.

She almost smiled then, but the expression died halfway when her eyes fixed back on Sasuke, just in time to see him fall down like a limp doll. Thankfully Naruto had come to and was able to grab him before he hit the ground.

“Naruto!” Shin called. “How is he?!”

But the boy didn’t answer. He held Sasuke’s head up, and both seemed to be talking to each other, but Shin couldn’t hear anything.

Meanwhile, their enemy pulled out the weapon from his leg and slowly stood up with a visible limp.

“Naruto! Look out-!”

Shin was about to charge inside the dome to help them but something she hadn’t thought possible happened then, right before her eyes.

Naruto’s chakra exploded and transformed, and suddenly Shin couldn’t feel the signature of his spiritual energy anymore. That chakra surrounding Naruto wasn’t his.

It’s the Kyuubi.

—

Team Seven walked out of that bridge victorious that day. They had defeated both Ninja and put an end to Gato’s tyranny once and for all.

However, days later, as they all stared at the graves that belonged to Momochi Zabuza and Haku, there was a sensation of loss in their chests.

The things they went through. It’s not fair.

Shin dried her tears on the back of her hand and opened her mouth to speak but decided against it.

“What is it, Shin-chan?”

Shin smiled trembling. Of course, Naruto had noticed it.

“Do you guys…”

Shin hesitated for a moment, but her team’s collective gaze was upon her, urging her to continue.

“Do you guys think they were happy?” Shin asked at last, brushing her fingers against the flowers on Haku’s grave. “Despite living their lives as they did, despite seeing and losing what they did, do you think they were happy? Do you think, given the chance, they would’ve made the same choices if it meant being with each other again?” Shin smiled shakily. “I think they were glad to have found one another. I want to believe they found meaning in each other. Not as tools or Ninjas, but as human beings.”

Kakashi’s hand fell on her head, stroking her curls gently.

“We are all tools, Shin-kun. It’s something all Ninjas must deal with.”

Shin looked up at her teacher. Kakashi was staring at the sunset with a glazed look on his visible eye, but when he turned to her, he smiled.

Teary-eyed, she smiled back.

“Alright! I’ve made a decision!”

Shin jumped slightly, turning her neck to see Naruto standing by her side with a smile on his face. “From now on I’ll find my Ninja way! A way that’s honest, righteous and without remorse. From now on, I’ll follow Naruto’s way, believe it!”

The girl’s eyes widened as she took in her friend’s profile. Naruto seemed older somehow, and not for the first time Shin was speechless in her admiration of him.

With a smile, Shin gazed at the sunset.

“Sounds like a good plan to me, Naruto-chan.”

#shin #gaara x oc #gaara #naruto #fanfic #land of waves #sakura #kakashi #sasuke #zabuza #haku

11 notes · View notes

an-aura-about-you · 4 years

Text

Sealed With A Kiss

Hey, when inspiration strikes, you gotta write.

“Will you pretend to be my boyfriend?”

Autor looks askance across the table at Erina. It’s probably the best reaction she could have asked for, honestly.

“Why?” Autor asks.

Erina puts her hands along her nose, fingers at the bridge. “Because if I have to hear Mr. Felidae ask me one more goddamn time if me and Fakir are gonna get married, I’m gonna scream.”

His face scrunches a bit. “That’s pretty inappropriate to ask.”

She slips her hands together so the palms meet and pleads, “C’mon, won’t you pretend to be my boyfriend to get him and like the half of Goldkrone that’s trying to pair me up with Fakir off my back?”

He’s got one why covered now, but Erina’s response hadn’t answered the others implied by his asking.

“What’s Fakir said about all of this?”

She scoffs, letting her arms drop to the table. “He doesn’t care. If it’s not dancing, writing, or his duckling, he just ignores it. Good luck finding someone he looks at with even half as much affection as he does that duck.”

He considers this while sipping his tea, glad Erina didn’t take him up on the offer to make some for her and that his parents are out for the time-being. His mind wanders off to whether spilling tea or his parents hearing Erina’s request would be worse, but he reins his thoughts in.

“Why a pretend boyfriend, though? Surely you could find a real one.”

“Uggggggh, I don’t have time to put that much into a relationship.”

“And you don’t think you’re going to have to put in time with me to make things convincing?” Autor puts his tea down and crosses his arms. “Why ask me at all? Real or fake, there have to be other guys you could ask to do this.”

“Yeah, but you’re not gross around me,” she answers. “Or at least, I haven’t caught you leering at me or anything. And you got your own stuff going on like books and piano, so if people ask why we’re not all hanging on each other I can say, ‘Oh, Autor had to go study; you know how he is,’ or, ‘Autor’s practicing a new piece and needs to concentrate.’ You know, you’re a real person like that.”

It’s an odd sort of compliment, if she even meant it as one, but Autor accepts it as one anyway.

When she doesn’t put anything else forth, he sits and contemplates her case. She’s trying to make things complicated, or at least she doesn’t understand how complicated it can get. Being a verbal excuse is one thing, but it won’t be enough for the gossips in town to actually leave her alone. They’ll want evidence. Which means, if he agrees, he has to be willing to provide it. Is he willing to do that? And if not, where do they go from here?

“C’mon, please?” she asks again.

“I’m thinking about it,” he answers. “What’s in it for me?”

“I have money,” she says.

Autor scoffs this time. “Money for this?”

“I have jewelry shop money,” she clarifies.

“And I have descendant of a fairy tale author, son of a successful opera singer money,” he retorts. “You don’t want to give me money. You don’t want someone willing to take it to pretend to be your boyfriend.”

“Well then, what do you want?” she asks.

Autor loosens the fold of his arms a little. What does he want? Within Erina’s scope of granting, that is. Nothing jumps to mind, so he lets himself think once more. And once again, Erina interrupts the thoughts.

“Oh wait, I think I’ve got something!” she says. “It’s not with me, but I can get it for you to see. It’s a piece of jewelry my dad made, the AURYN.”

His eyes widen, his arms drop, and just like that her mouth pulls into a satisfied smirk.

“What?” he gets out. “He made a replica of AURYN from The Neverending Story?”

“Yep!” Erina answers, taking her turn to fold her arms. “He’s actually made a few of them, with the inscription on the back and everything. He likes working on the little details of the piece. Some of them are cheaper metal, so I can get you one without him making a fuss-” She lifts a hand up here, pointer finger up. “-if you’re willing to pretend to be my boyfriend.”

Just like everything that came before, this new offer deserves Autor’s thought as well. But any arguments he might have had against it are crumbling. In a flash he’s back in the shoes of Bastian Balthazar Bux, shoes he’s walked in at least a dozen times if not more, and he’s being offered the Gem, the Glory, by the Childlike Empress herself. Come to think of it, her brown eyes do have a touch of gold in the light. Is that why her father likes making replicas of AURYN or does he just appreciate a good book, too? But besides that, he understands enough to know that he doesn’t want or need the actual AURYN, not when his family is born with the ability to do what they wish without the same dreadful consequences.

Autor takes a deep breath and goes, “Fine. Okay. You win, Golden-Eyed Commander of Wishes.“

“Yes!” Erina calls, pulling her arms in and balling her hands up in success.

“But,” he cuts in. “If we’re going to do this, we need to set up the rules of our charade.”

“Rules?” she asks, carrying that familiar tone of What Am I Getting Myself Into? that Autor’s heard so often.

“Like how far we’re going to carry the act,” he says, matter of fact. “Obviously the whole point of a pretend boyfriend is to be performative, but how far does the performance go? Where does it end? Clearly, I’ll need to know so I don’t make a mistake later.”

“Now look, if I thought things were gonna get this complicated, it’d probably be easier to get an actual boyfriend.”

Autor shrugs. “I guess there’s nothing stopping you from doing that, but it’d lead to a boundaries talk, too.”

Erina leans her hand on her cheek. “You just like writing rules up, don’t you? I get the feeling you’d do the same thing if I asked you to be my boyfriend for real.”

He gets out of his seat to fetch a pen and paper. “Come on, you want this to be convincing, right? If it’s not, half of Goldkrone is going to keep trying to play matchmaker between you and Fakir. They might anyway if they think I’m not a good boyfriend.”

“Fine,” she agrees, drumming her fingers against her.

And with that, the negotiations begin. The two manage to set the rules of secrecy and schedule a regular public date night, the framework of their relationship easy enough to build. But as with most negotiations, the details need the most work.

“Okay, what am I permitted to call you with regards to terms of endearment?” Autor asks, scratching the outline of a new section.

“Really? That seems like something we’d figure out in time.”

“Maybe if we were an actual couple, but if there’s anything that I absolutely can’t call you, it’s better if I know now.” He taps the pen at his chin. “For example, if I end up calling you kitten and you leave in a huff, people who thought we were dating might think you’ve ended it.”

Erina sticks her tongue out when he says kitten. “Okay, I see your point. Definitely not kitten. How about you just run through some and we’ll see what I do?”

“All right. Honey?”

She scrunches her nose a bit, pulling her lip up almost in a snarl.

“Liebling?”

She tips her head from side to side, shaking the word about to see if it fits. It doesn’t.

“Pet?”

“Ew, no!”

“I should probably just steer clear of animals and words relating to them entirely,” he says, making note of that. “Do you have any nicknames?”

“Not really?” she tells him with a shrug. “Most people just call me Erina.”

“I could go with The Neverending Story again. How about Moonchild?”

“Except for that.” She even holds a hand up. “Please don’t call me that.”

“Why not?”

“Because sometimes my dad calls me Moonchild. It’d be weird for a boyfriend to call me that, real or fake.”

“That’s fair,” he agrees. Maybe he’s right about his guess on Erina’s father thinking of Erina like the Childlike Empress. “And Golden-Eyed Commander of Wishes is a bit lengthy for a pet name. Maybe once in a while if you want me to be particularly mushy, but not all the time.” He writes it down separate from the other names he’s gone through, listing it out as an extreme cases nickname. “With your name being so short, it’s not like there’s much to shorten it to in the first place. Erin? Rin? Rina?”

Erina’s eyes widen a bit at the last one. “Wait, Rina is cute.”

“Oh?” He writes it down and jots, “maybe?” beside it.

“Yeah. How come no one’s ever called me that until now?” She waves her hand to permit it. “You can call me that all you want.”

He scratches out, “maybe?” and puts down, “Definitely,” in its place.

“So what do I get to call you?” she asks, propping her elbows on the table and setting her chin in her hands. “Do you have any nicknames?”

“Not really,” Autor admits. “Guess there’s not much point when my name’s only two syllables.”

“I could call you Tory.”

He hums, his pen to his mouth. “It’s not bad. We could try it if you like, but I don’t know if I’d answer to it.”

Erina hums in return. “That’s a good point. What about honey?”

He shrugs.

“Sweetheart?”

He shakes his head, not in dismissal but as though shaking his hair out. “That just seems wrong.”

“Dear?”

“Maybe, though it doesn’t feel terribly personal.”

“Well, how personal do we wanna get? That can turn into a slippery slope.”

“That’s fair.” He makes a note on the page. “Look, I’m probably not going to get offended by anything you call me, so why don’t we just leave that alone for now? We have other matters to discuss, anyway.”

“Like...?” she prompts.

“Like where I’m permitted to kiss you.”

Erina lifts her head away from her hands. “Excuse me?!”

Autor rolls his eyes. “I mean for chaste public displays of affections. Honestly, if you don’t care about it looking real, what’s the point of having a pretend boyfriend?” He takes down another note. “I was considering lips, cheeks, and hands.”

She sighs, partly in frustration and partly in relief. “Okay, yeah, that makes sense. Or at least, lips and cheeks do. Why hands, though?”

“Like this,” he says, holding his hand out to her.

Slowly, Erina puts her hand in his, and he brings it up to leave a brief kiss on the back.

“Oh...” she says in understanding. Or perhaps something else. “Yeah, yeah that’s fine.”

He takes his hand back, letting it slip out from under hers. He briefly presses his lips together a moment from a strange, inexplicable spark? Why was there a spark? And he continues writing. “All right. What about holding hands and hugs?”

She takes her hand back, tapping her fingers against her lips and occasionally looking to the spot where Autor kissed her. “Holding hands is fine. Hugs will probably be better later when I’m more used to this setup.”

“Fine with me; I’m not big on hugs myself. Is there anything else I should know about as far as date topics or actions that are off limits?”

“I mean, this all sounds pretty good,” she says. “I can’t think of any specific topic that’s a definite no on a date, and I’d probably tell you then and there if something comes up, anyway. Don’t worry about, like, chivalry or whatever, though. You don’t have to hold the door open for me or pay for dinner or bring flowers or anything.”

“Okay, but what if I want to bring flowers as part of the act? If I’m going to pretend to be your boyfriend, I want to look like a good one.”

She smiles against her fingertips. “I can’t argue with that. If you want to bring flowers, then I’ll accept them, but they’re not a requirement.”

He nods and adds another note. “And your favorite flowers?”

“Orange roses.”

Autor looks up from his paper at her immediate answer. “That didn’t take you long.”

Erina shrugs. “I like roses, but I get tired of the red ones and white ones people give after a performance. So I like the ones that are different, and orange is my favorite color for them.”

“Well, that’s fair,” he agrees, taking another note. “And if you like, when you feel I’ve done my duty to earn AURYN, you can give it to me on one of our dates. I think that will really help the verisimilitude.”

She laughs at this. “Paying you for your fake boyfriend services in front of other people while they think I’m just giving my boyfriend a gift? I love it. I’ll wrap it up and everything for you.”

He scratches in a few more details and then sets his pen down. “There.” He turns the paper for her to see. “Does all of this look agreeable to you?”

She picks up the paper, squints her eyes a moment, and frowns. “Your handwriting is awful.”

“That’s just my notes. If you’d like me to write it up properly, I can. Or I can dictate it to you and you can write your own copy for...”

She looks at him when he trails off and goes, “What?”

He covers part of his face with his hand and goes, “I was going to say you could write your own copy for your records. Why in the world would you want a record of this?”

She snorts and laughs again. “Good point. Well, if it’s everything that we just talked about, then it’s fine with me.”

“That’s settled, then,” Autor says, getting to his feet and holding his hand out to her.

“Hm?” she hums in curiosity.

“Well?” he says. “We’re making a deal. Shouldn’t we shake on it?”

Erina stands as well. “Shake on it? That seems awfully impersonal for my ‘boyfriend’ to suggest. If we’re gonna have to get used to kissing each other anyway, why not seal it with a kiss?”

Autor’s eyes widen as his arm drops to his side. “I wasn’t exactly planning on kissing anyone today.”

“You already did,” she says, showing him the back of her hand. And with that same hand, she reaches to him and tugs him closer by the collar of his shirt. She stares him down, pointedly not saying anything about the tiny gasp he made.

He pulls her hand away from his collar but doesn’t move back. “Fine. But we go in together.”

“Fine,” she agrees.

And with that, they both lean in towards each other and briefly meet their lips together in a chaste press of a kiss.

Autor slowly pulls away, telling himself the new spark he feels on his mouth is not that but a sting. He has just agreed to lie, might as well start by insisting in his mind that this is a good idea.

“So, shall I pick you up at the time of the appointment?” he makes himself ask.

Erina smiles and answers, “It’s a date.”

#Princess Tutu: I might need my notes for this...#yep. you guessed it #it's a fake dating setup #with my favorites #I mean if you guys didn't see this coming I don't know what to tell you #I have no idea if this is set in any of my established postcanon stuff or not

4 notes · View notes

idkthisisjustforfanfic · 5 years

Text

baseball!Harry blurb

My first job out of college was good--good in the sense that I didn’t have to relocate out of Southern California, and good in the sense that I didn’t end up somewhere like Springfield, Illinois.

No offense to Springfield, Illinois--but my dream to be a broadcast journalist and on air talent was more more likely to take flight in Los Angeles than it was in the middle of nowhere.

I’d gotten to the ballpark early enough to have dinner, get settled, and do a few promotional shots with Mark, the faithful cameraman who’d been giving me pointers and tips since I’d started at NBC Los Angeles. The crowd was already pretty full--which wasn’t shocking for game three of the World Series--and I was constantly trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach.

“Relax,” Mark said, looking up from the camera he held. He’d set it down on a seat nearby--adjusting a few settings as fans filed down the aisles around us. “You’re doing fine, you’re gonna be great.”

I appreciated his words of encouragement, mostly because my boss had made it clear that they were taking a chance by sending me to game three. Ilana Perry--the usual sports girl they sent out to the sidelines--had come down with the flu and was unable to do the gig.

Lucky for me, I was young, bright-eyed, and obnoxiously asking for bigger and better and more assignments since I started with channel 4 in May.

They’d liked me well enough--they liked my highlight reel and my resume was impressive for someone my age. I’d had access to amazing equipment and good stories at UCLA, so getting the job offer from NBC was like hitting the jackpot. I accepted immediately.

“I know, I know,” I said to Mark, holding my microphone and papers close to my chest. In a minutes, we’d head to the locker room to do a few interviews before the start of the game, but Mark needed to fix whatever technical issue was occuring.

“Alright, I think we’re good,” he said, lifting the camera off of the seat and inspecting the side of it once more. Mark, a 55-year-old man who was old enough to be my father, had been working for channel 4 since he was my age. His regular reminders about my on-air charm and my ability to sniff out a good story helped in moments like these--moments where it felt like my career was on the line.

I nodded at him, allowing him to take the lead as we made our way down into the concourse. We strolled passed vendors, past fans in face paint and the long lines at the bars, until we found the unmarked door and security personnel who granted us access into the locker room.

Thankful for the laminated pass around my neck, I stepped in behind Mark, and seemed to take my place behind fifteen other journalists and reporters.

Beyond the other microphones and recorders, I could see his brown hair peeking out beneath his hat. He chewed on a piece of gum, nodding at the person in front of him who scribbled down whatever words he was saying.

Harry Styles, the young and questionable player from England, of all places, was somewhat of an interview favorite. He’d been with the Oklahoma City Dodgers last season, and after another player had surgery, Harry was brought it and immediately made a difference.

No one expected him to be so good, and no one expected him to be so funny, so charismatic, and so friendly.

“If we can talk to him, we should,” Mark muttered under his breath, standing beside me as we stepped forward in the line. A few other players milled about, but it was clear, everyone wanted to get a chance to speak with Harry.

“I know,” I nodded. “I’d love to ask him about that game in June when he hit for the cycle and came into home with a bloody nose.”

Mark let out a laugh--he always liked it when I came up with good questions, or conversations that seemed out of left-field. Everyone tonight would be asking how he felt--only 24 and playing in the World Series. He’d expect it from me--he’d expect the blonde girl with channel 4 to ask him if he was nervous, if he was excited.

But I knew the game better than that--I knew the amazing feat it was to hit for the cycle, and I’d rather talk to him about something unique. If I really wanted to know how nervous he was for tonight’s game, I could easily watch KTLA in the morning, or just about any other news station.

I watched the man in front of me ask him the same old questions. How’s the weather here compared to London? What’s it like to be in the World Series? You’re so young, are your parents proud?

He answered the questions with a grace, nodding and smiling and making an effort to be approachable--he adjusted his hat and locked eyes with me when the man walked away.

“Hi, Nicole Pearce, channel 4, NBC,” I shook his hand, smiling up at him as Mark moved around me, trying to find a good angle to get the shot.

“Harry Styles, outfielder, Los Angeles Dodgers,” he smirked back, his accent was thicker than I imagined, his eyes were a shade of green that couldn’t even be captured on TV. “How are you?”

“Good,” I nodded at him. “A little overwhelmed, I only started back in May.”

I didn’t know why I was telling him that--the last thing I needed was for him to think I didn’t know what I was doing or what I was talking about. He didn’t actually care, he was just being nice and making conversation while Mark got everything set up.

“I know how that feels,” he laughed. This was his first season in LA, he was young and bright-eyed and ambitious, just like me. “Sometimes when I get nervous, though, I just pretend everyone else is naked--that usually helps.”

I laughed, feeling a flush come to my face when his eyes went wide.

“I mean, not now, like--I’m not nervous now, you’re making me very comfortable,” he said, his words rambling into a run-on sentence to avoid any awkwardness. It might have been too late.

“Alright,” Mark looked up, a smirk tugged at his lips as he looked between us. “Ready?”

Harry only nodded, his cheeks still tinged pink from his accidental innuendo, but then he looked at me to start us off.

I cleared my throat when Mark gave me the count--3, 2, 1.

“Nicole Pearce live from Dodgers Stadium with outfielder Harry Styles,” I spoke into the microphone, focusing on the lens in front of me. “Harry, I’m sure most people are asking you the typical questions tonight--are you nervous, how’s it feel? But I’ve actually got a question for you about that game in June, if that’s alright.”

He immediately knew what I was talking about, fighting a bit of a smile that tugged at his mouth. He nodded, waiting for me to continue.

“You’re the youngest player to hit for the cycle in your first season with the Dodgers, but that Tuesday night game--how’d you get a bloody nose?”

He gave me a full smile now, chuckling a little as he nodded. I hoped he appreciated the humor, I hope he was thankful that I didn’t ask him the same thing that everyone else had asked.

“I’m not sure, really,” he shook his head. “It was totally out of the blue and couldn’t have been worse timing.”

“I’ll take it there was no celebration after that home run, then? No high fives or anything?”

“No, definitely not,” he shook his head, “I went straight to the locker room with a trainer--but it stopped, I was alright.”

“And Los Angeles is thankful for that. Good luck tonight, Harry. From the locker room, I’m Nicole Pearce, channel 4 sports.”

Mark pointed in our direction to let us know we were out--I looked back up at Harry, who’s eyebrows were somewhat raised. He chewed his gum still, but I couldn’t read the expression on his face. For a second I was worried that I’d bothered him--was he embarrassed, was he annoyed that I didn’t focus on tonight’s game?

“That was good,” he nodded down at me. “It’s always nice to get a break from the same old questions.”

“I was hoping it’d be a welcomed break,” I said honestly, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Will you be here after?” He asked suddenly, Mark watched on as he held the big camera in front of his torso.

“Here? In the locker room?” I suddenly felt aware of the line of people behind me--the other reporters who were waiting to get a piece of him, waiting to ask him a question and get some insight into his mind.

He nodded, crossing his arms as he looked down at me again. His uniform--the white and blue--complimented him well. Despite his newness to the team, he had an air of confidence that I could tell was genuine. He knew he was good, he knew he was making me a bit nervous.

“Yeah--I’m here all night,” I answered.

“Good to know,” he smiled. “I’ll try to find you later.”

I knew that being in this line of work meant uncertainty. It meant flexibility and it meant doing a lot of things on the fly. I had no idea, however, when I walked into Dodgers Stadium at 6pm that night, that I would be there until the next morning.

The game went 18 innings--the equivalent to a double header and the longest game in World Series history. While the fact that Mark and I stayed to cover the whole game was good for my career, it was anything but for my sanity.

At the 13th inning I was sure we were going home--the Red Sox had scored and our luck wasn’t great. I’d almost resigned to another loss, until we tied it again.

The longer the game went, the longer I watched Harry play and make catches and celebrate with his teammates, the more intrigued I was about our conversation.

He was friendly, that I had heard from other reporters in the field and other people I knew from work. I’d never met him before, but the way he smiled at me and said he’d find me later--it made me not as mad about sticking around.

Then again, it wasn’t like I had much of a choice--it was my job, after all.

I brushed on more makeup in the media bathroom, hoping to cover the circles under my eyes and make it seem like I wasn’t so exhausted. My schedule at the station had my sleep all over the place--some days they’d want me to do the morning shift and cover for one of our main anchors. That had me up at 2:30am and in the office by 3:30.

Things like this--games, sports, the thing I really wanted to cover--had me reapplying makeup in the middle of the night. I’d already done a sideline interview with the manager. Apparently he recognized Mark as one of the usual suspects nearby and offered a few seconds--that was one of the perks of working with Mark.

I’d watched Harry, out of the corner of my eye, make his way out of the dugout when they’d won--they all stormed the diamond to congratulate their teammate who’d hit a walk-off homerun. I think they were just as happy as I was that it was finally over.

“Excuse me, sorry--NBC, excuse us,” I muttered, hoping to push through some of the people at the back of the locker room. It was smellier than before, all sorts of scents wafted through the warm room. There were plenty of players who’d already been in and out of the shower, but the heat from the bodies and their exertion still clung to the air.

“Want to talk to Styles again? He played pretty well,” Mark asked, taking a second to hoist the camera up to his shoulder.

I scanned the room. I needed to be professional--I couldn’t let the flush on my cheeks or the skipping heart beat take over, even if the Dodgers’ youngest star player had possibly pictured me naked. That wasn’t the point.

“Sure, yeah, we can find whoever,” I shrugged my shoulders, hoping to just forget about the entirety of my conversation before. I needed to take this seriously. Covering this game was huge, I didn’t need to fangirl over someone just because he was a professional athlete.

We made our way to stand in the group of people near Max Muncy, I shoved the microphone through the crowd of recorders and iPhones, hoping to catch whatever he said. He was appreciative, he was excited, I managed to ask him a question about how he feels heading into game four, and then it was over.

The locker room was thinning out most of the players had changed and talked for a few minutes, they were likely heading home for what was hopefully a good night’s sleep.

I was standing with Mark, who was just about to power off the camera and gather his belongings, when I spotted him near his locker. His name was plastered above it, he stood, bent over, as he packed up his things. He smiled and offered a handshake to one of his teammates, the same smile on his face that I’d seen much closer early in the night. I cleared my throat when Mark, with raised brows, caught me staring.

“Relax, I was just seeing what he was doing,” I rolled my eyes, annoyed that Mark was clearly amused by my crush.

“Sure,” he laughed, dropping his Sony HXR into the bag he toted around. “I heard him say he’d find you later. I can give you some space.”

“Oh my god,” I rolled my eyes again, falling into step with him quickly as we headed towards the door. “Please, I’m going home, too. I’m exhausted.”

He opened the door back into the concourse and paused when we were outside. He took out his cellphone, looking at the time. “I’m in lot five, where are you?”

I pointed down the main hall and frowned. “Lot ten,” apparently the senior media got the better lot. “But have a good night, I’m back in on Sunday.”

He clicked his phone shut and put it back in his pocket. “Have a good night, Nic.”

I waved him off, draping my own bag over my shoulder as I began to trudge down the hallway. The walk to my car wasn’t terrible, but it was long--especially in the heels I’d been wearing for the last 18 innings.

I scrolled mindlessly as I walked, watching the array of tweets come in about the game, the score, the insanity of the entire evening. I was about to turn down the hallway that would bring me out to the parking lot when I heard voices approaching behind. The whir of a golf cart quieted, causing me to turn around.

“Hi,” Harry Styles smiled at me--clad in athletic shorts and a sweatshirt. The man driving looked familiar, maybe one of their trainers, maybe a teammate. “Nicole Pearce, NBC 4, right?”

I nodded, feeling a flush rise on my cheeks. His hair was brushed back under a Dodgers hat, which sat backwards on his head. He smirked at me. “Need a ride?”

“Oh--I’m fine, I’m in lot ten,” I said, pointing over my shoulder to motion to where my car was parked.

“You’ve still got a ways to go,” he informed me, the corners of his mouth still pointed upwards. “Come on, get in,” he motioned to the backwards facing seat behind him. I looked up and down the hall, wondering if this was something that I’d get in trouble for.

Since I didn’t know the answer, I figured I was allowed to feign ignorance. “I hope I don’t lose my job because of this,” I said quietly, climbing up and taking a seat--my feet were immediately grateful for the relief.

“If you lose your job because of me, I’ll personally call your boss and give him a very stern talking to,” he nodded solemnly.

I laughed, running a hand through my hair, hoping that my cheeks weren’t so pink that he could tell I was nervous.

“Are you local, Nicole?” He asked as we lurched into motion--the driver took the turn down the hall for lot ten, I nodded in response to his question and cleared my throat.

“I went to UCLA, grew up in Sherman Oaks. Now I’m in Studio City.”

He was twisted around to see me, his arm on the back of my seat. I could see the stubble on his face, the way it grew up his chin and on his jaw line, the way it sprinkled his upper lip. He was tan--all the playing in the sun must have changed his skin tone a bit, but he smiled at me.

“Bit of a drive in rush hour from here, no? How was your drive out?”

I shrugged--the 5 was always a mess, but I’d left from the studio after Mark and I had gotten the equipment we needed, so the route was more direct. “It’ll be better now at almost 1:30am.”

He smiled still, his eyes just scanning over my face as if he had something to say as we exited out the stadium and into the dark parking lot. I kept eye contact for a minute, though self-conscious about the heavy makeup I wore. It looked fine on TV, but in person it always seemed obnoxious.

The gold cart slowed to a stop. “A couple of teammates are headed back to my house just to hang out, have a drink, if you’re not doing anything.”

My eyes must have went wide, he laughed and shrugged. “Or not--if you don’t want to.”

“No, no, I appreciate that,” I said quickly, cursing my overly expressive face and my inability to ever play it cool. “I just, it’s late, I figured you’d all go home and sleep.”

He laughed again, taking the baseball cap off of his head to smooth out his hair before replacing it. “Yeah, we will eventually. Hard to go straight home after a night like that,” he threw a thumb over his shoulder back towards the stadium.

I nodded--it made sense. It’d be hard enough to sleep at all after the events of the night. I stared at him, his eyes scanned my face once more, a smirk tugged at his lips and he shrugged his shoulders, as if asking me why not?

“Yeah,” I said. “Okay.”

When I found myself seated on a plush beige couch in Harry Styles’ living room, directly next to Joc Pederson and Walker Buehler, I knew that I could definitely lose my job for this.

I mean, it wasn’t like any of them cared who I was or even really asked. I’d walked in with Harry, thankful that the ride from the stadium to his house was only 25 minutes. I’d abandoned my car at the stadium, he said that of their trainers could drive it out later for me or I could get it in the morning.

I pushed the fear out of my head--I wasn’t the type of girl to do this, but something in me told me that it’d be a night to remember, a night that only comes once in a lifetime. I think I was right.

There was enough beer to furnish three college frat parties, a few of Harry’s teammates swatted a ping pong ball back and forth at a table near the kitchen, a few of them were watching replays of the night’s biggest plays on the TV in front of us.

Harry, who’d disappeared into the kitchen to get me another drink, returned and handed it down to me. “I can give you a tour, if you want,” he held a hand out, helping me from the couch. I stood, surprised at the height difference between the two of us now that I was without my heels.

He was tall, that was clear. He had broad shoulders, white teeth, curly, messy hair that was still tamed beneath his backwards hat. I followed him out the living room, away from the people and down a main hall.

He flipped on a light switch and stepped aside so I could see in. “Guest room,” he said. “Normally where my mum stays when she comes out.”

I smiled, picturing his family from the U.K. coming out to experience America’s past time. “How often does she come?”

“Eh,” he shrugged. “A few times a season. She’s out now with some of my aunts and cousins, but they’re all in a hotel.”

He flipped the light off, shut the door, and led me down the hall. “Bathroom there,” he pointed into a dark door.

“Yep, I used it already,” I laughed, watching him offer a smirk over his shoulder as he continued to lead me towards the stairs.

The foyer through which I’d entered was impressive enough as it. Beautiful dark wood end tables lined either side of the room, a second floor was visible, wrought iron railings lined the stairs and the overlook above.

“You saw the kitchen and the living room,” he said, climbing the first few steps. I climbed behind him, keeping enough of a safe distance. Sure, my job had allowed me access to a few celebrities here and there. Once I got to go to banquet where Demi Lovato gave a speech, there was even the time in college where I’d gotten to go to a journalism expo where Katie Couric and Don Lemon were, but I’d never experienced this.

I’d never been invited into someone’s home who’d I’d interviewed only a mere hours ago.

Harry led me down a hallway that seemed to have an end in sight. “Bedroom there, office there,” he pointed at two doors on either side of the hall. “There’s a bathroom with that one, it has a really nice tub.”

I laughed, following him down the dark hallway until he stopped at a set of double doors. “This is the master, my room,” he pushed the doors open, revealing a king sized bed clad in gray sheets and a gray duvet. He had a few jerseys framed above his bed--names I didn’t recognize but teams that I did.

One of the Yankees, one of the Astros. “Isn’t is kind of against the rules to have these?” I teased, walking closer to his bed and pointing up at them. I could hear the people downstairs, the cheering at the TV when they saw themselves do something amazing. He flicked the light switch on but kept the lights dim.

I turned around to see him, his lips were tugged into a smirk once more as he shrugged. “I mean, maybe--but they don’t spend a lot of time up here,” he motioned to his teammates downstairs.

“And this,” I looked to the protected bat that was mounted on the wall, signed by David Ortiz. “This is incredible, have you met him?”

“Unfortunately no,” he rolled his eyes, coming closer to examine it beside me. “He retired the year I got drafted.”

“My dad has loved the Dodgers forever, but he loves David Ortiz.” I said mostly to myself, still taking in the shiny bat that hung on the dark red wall.

I looked over to him to find his eyes on me once again--his eyes scanned down my face to my lips, and before I knew it, my body was pressed to his. His lips were unbelievably soft, his hands felt rough from gripping a bat, but soft as the moved down my size. I let my hands reach up to his face, feeling the stubble on his chin against my palms as he kissed me harder.

It was crazy--all of it, really. A typical night at work became a historical game and now it was surely something to remember. I let Harry push me towards the bed, he pulled away slightly when we toppled down, a smile on his face as he looked at me.

“Sorry--I hope that wasn’t too forward,” he paused, a look on his face almost told me he was now embarrassed, as if he felt bad for the way we’d pressed ourselves together.

“It’s fine,” I giggled, he held his weight on his elbow as he stared down at me. “Forward isn’t a bad thing.”

He brought his lips back to me, less feverishly this time, kissing me deeply and letting his hand trace down the hem of my dress. Stupid work dress--it was the least sexy thing I owned. If I had known this would happen, I’d have gone with the black one with the questionable amount of cleavage.

His fingers pushed the fabric of my dress aside, trailing up the skin of my inner thighs. I heard laughter erupt from downstairs, but Harry didn’t budge. His fingers crawled up to the fabric of the thong I wear, which he quickly pushed aside to allow himself access.

I let a moan out against his lips when he middle finger grazed over my clit. He smiled into me, letting himself rub at my center harder as I arched my back into him. Something about the uniform, the accent, the way he’d smiled at me in the locker room--all of it made me want him more than I’d ever wanted anyone.

He pulled away from me quickly, his lips red from blood flow. “D’ya want to take that off?” He pointed to the dress as he knelt on the mattress. I nodded excitedly, reaching back to tug at the zipper, but he ultimately brushed his hand against mine when he pulled it along my spine.

He pulled it off of me, leaving me in my bra and thong on his mattress. He pulled his own shirt over his head, removing the hat along with it. He brought his lips to mine once more, his left hand moved down to cup my breast, grasping me over the fabric.

I let my hand reach down to his shorts, feeling the bulge that grew beneath them. He let out a whimper when I palmed him over the material, he shoved a hand beneath me to remove the bra from between us.

His lips moved quickly to my nipple, he swirled his tongue in circles as I let me fingers grasp into the hair at the nape of his neck. He was good at this--which I think he knew, but he was surprised when I pushed him off of me.

“Go down on me,” I said suddenly, a smirk crossed his face as heat flew to my cheeks. I wasn’t necessarily one to be bossy--but I knew what I wanted and he seemed willing to do it. He moved his way down the mattress to the edge of the bed, looped his arms under my thighs, and pulled me closer to him.

“Gladly,” he raised his eyebrows as he pulled the black fabric from my hips, bringing it down to my ankles before I flicked it to the ground. He pressed a kiss against me first, just a light sucking and a gentle heat left me wanting more--enough so that I reached a hand down and pressed him into me. He laughed lightly, letting his tongue make contact with my clit, I let out another moan as he worked at me.

I don’t know if it was the fact that there were people downstairs, the fact that this was definitely against something in my contract, or the fact that I’d be sure to see him again, but something about the whole situation made it hotter.

He brought a finger up to slide in and out of me, his mouth still connected to my center as he licked away--my back arched off of the mattress and his name escaped my lips.

He liked that, apparently, because he pulled away from me and smirked. I sat up, reached forward to grab at his shorts, pulling him closer to me and pulling the fabric away from his cock in one swift motion.

His knees jerked a bit when my hand clasped around him, he let out a deep breath when I took him into my mouth. I giggled, smiling up at him as I let my tongue slide up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, Nicole,” he said, his eyes closing for a second as he leaned his head back. The sound of my name on his lips made me work harder--I wanted to hear it again. He was in my control, he was only thinking about me in this moment, and that felt good.

I sucked at the head, my hand cupping his balls for a minute, but soon, he placed a hand on my shoulder and gave me a slight push. “Can I just fuck you?”

I laughed, appreciative of his question as I shifted back on the bed. He crawled forward on top of me, stepping out of his shorts altogether. He grasped a hand around himself, bringing it to my core and letting a shiver rake through my spine as he teased me with his tip.

“Please,” I said, through a cracked voice. He smiled, pressing himself into me and letting out a groan.

He let himself come closer down to me, brushing a piece of hair out of my eyes before letting his lips find mine once again. “Fuck,” he said, a bead of sweat dripped down the side of his forehead.

I couldn’t believe it--his eyes were closed as he thrusted in and out of me, and not only did it feel amazing to have him fill me, but I couldn’t help but marvel at my own luck.

“Harry,” I said lowly, he opened his eyes to make sure I was okay--but when he realized I was as pleased as he was, he kept moving, his cock moving against my clit in the perfect motion.

“I’m close,” I said, arching my back again to let him rub against me more.

“Yeah, baby, come on my cock,” he said, his eyes open to watch my face as he thrusted harder. It didn’t take long, and hearing him call me baby didn’t seem to hurt, either.

“Oh, fuck me,” I whimpered, feeling myself tighten around him.

“Fuck, Nicole,” he said--seemingly as close as I was. I reached my hands up, cupping his face and bringing his lips to mine, in an effort to keep both of us quiet.

He moaned against my lips, I could feel his orgasm only a few seconds after my own subsided.

He pulled his lips away from me, I opened my eyes to catch him smiling, a laugh escaped his lips. He was panting, his breath still short as he pulled himself out, I propped myself up on my elbows as he climbed off of the bed.

“Would you like to take a shower?” He asked.

I sighed, hoping to calm my own heartbeat before standing. “Sure,” I said.

He offered me a hand and pulled me off of the bed, pressing another kiss on my lips once I was stood in front of him. I followed him into the bathroom, where he turned on the shower, and let me step in first.

I let the water wash over me, a smile on my face from the shocking events of the night. The only thing that would make it better is if I could have done a story on it.

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles concept #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #baseball harry #baseball!Harry #harry styles halloween #harry styles dodgers

287 notes · View notes

nightlynightwing · 5 years

Note

-runs in- plz can we get dancing and/or stuck in the rain prompts for you/Fjord? - limey-blue-arty-do

sorry for any blatant mistakes in this, i’m posting it without reading it over.

A flash of lightning sliced through the sky, illuminating things for just a moment in the darkness of the sudden storm. A heartbeat later, a roar of thunder harmonized with the angry waves crashing against the rocks of the clifface, sending spouts of salty sea spray up to the two figures slowly inching their way along a narrow path protruding from the crag.

A harsh gust of wind slammed against them, and Anya dug her nails as hard she could into the ungiving surface of the rock face, bracing herself against the gale. When it let up just so, she glanced back to where they had come from. The thick sheets of rain made it impossible to see pat a few yards; the beach they’d been exploring just before was nowhere in sight.

Another sound caught her attention, and she turned to look the other way. A few feet ahead of her, Fjord was calling to her, gesturing with one hand to something ahead of him. Trying to blink away the raindrops clinging to her eyelashes, Anya could just make out the mouth of a cave just a ways in front of them.

After a few minutes of hesitant walking along the thin ridge, during which Anya’s foot slipped on the slick rock and she just managed to right herself, the two finally ducked into the cave, their heavy breathing drowned out by the pounding of rain outside.

“Do storms come out of nowhere like this a lot in the Menagerie Coast?” Anya huffed as they made their way towards the back of the cave, trying to distance themselves as much as possible from the din of the rain.

“Yeah, happens pretty often,” Fjord responded, running a hand through his sopping hair to get some stray strands out of his face.

“And is it considered a good idea to run off to a clifface when it happens?” Anya’s question was accented by her shaking her head like a dog, sending flecks of water every which way from her soaked hair.

“Ah… no, no it’s not,” Fjord said in a sheepish tone. “Wasn’t really thinkin’ there. Doesn’t help that we got separated from the others.”

Anya just sighed, unclipping her cape and pulling it off. “Well, I guess you can call me the fool for following you,” she said, pulling her bag from off her shoulder and kneeling down to shift through it. “I’ve got a tinderbox here, let’s see if we can’t get a fire started. Just a small one should get us warmed up and last us through the storm. Hopefully it’ll let up soon and we can go and find the crew.”

After a while of rummaging around, Fjord managed to find a few rocks to arrange into a firepit. It took a few tries, but Anya managed to get a spark big enough to light the tinder from her kit, as well as a few other things the two had managed to find on their person and sacrifice to keep it going.

Anya leaned back away from the flames, relaxing as the warmth spread over her skin that stung from the harshness of the downpour.

She had reached over to inspect her instruments she had been carrying for any damage, when a hiss from Fjord on the other side of the fire caught her attention. Glancing over, she saw him cradling his left hand in the other, gently putting pressure on a couple of his fingers.

“Are you okay?” Anya said, pulling herself around to sit closer to him. He looked up to her, pulling his hand around to his other side, like he was trying to hide it.

“Oh, it’s nothin’, don’t worry about it,” he said, not meeting her eyes.

“Let me see it,”

“Nah, really, it’s fine-”

“Fjord.” At Anya’s stern tone, Fjord heaved a sigh as he pulled his hand back around to show her.

Small beads of blood had gathered on the tips of his pointer and middle fingers, the nails ripped and ragged, pulled away from their beds. Anya couldn’t help but wince empathetically.

“A gust of wind caught me off guard,” Fjord said, using his thumb to press at the wound a bit. “I grabbed at the cliff and ripped ‘em up.”

“Here,” Anya reached out, taking Fjord’s hand in her own and tugging it towards her. Fjord resisted for a moment, but a look was enough to make him drop the opposition.

Taking just another moment to look at the wounds a little more closely, Anya began softly speaking an incantation, motioning her free hand in a small pattern, then lightly touching the injury. They both watched as a shimmer of arcane energy traced over Fjord’s fingers, closing the open cuts.

Fjord pulled his hand back as Anya released it, examining the healed areas.

“Thanks.” he said, closing his hand and rubbing at his fingers with this thumb. “You didn’t have to do that,”

“Hey, broken nails suck,” Anya replied simply, sitting back and pulling her lute over to her, plucking at the strings and sending notes reverberating around them.

“Well, I appreciate it,” Anya looked back up to him, and a strange feeling curled in her stomach at the smile he gave her.

It was then she saw him glance just to her left, a look of surprise crossing his face.

Glancing over, she saw the firelight dance over her skin, illuminating the scar that encircled her entire shoulder. She realized that up until now, Fjord hadn’t seen her without her cape on, and her shoulder-baring top left her normally hidden scars along her shoulders and upper chest exposed. She resisted her urge to over them with her hand.

“Heh…” Anya let out a little huff of laughter, running a finger along the scar and pausing on one of the indents of a tooth. “Another story for another time, I’d say,”

“Fair enough,” Fjord said with shrug.

A good bit of time passed, Fjord looking out the mouth of the cave to watch the rain. Every now and then, a bright flash would light up the churning sea outside, a deep rumble of thundering following a heartbeat later. Now and then, he would turn to stoke the fire, then return to watching the storm.

Anya continued to fiddle with her instruments as she leaned against the cave wall. She caught Fjord’s attention when she started plucking a song out on her lute, mumbling unintelligible lyrics along with it.

“Got a request?” Anya asked when she saw him watching.

“No, I just admire people who can play more than one instrument,” he said, looking over to the other instruments that leaned against her bag near the back wall of the cave. Anya felt that weird feeling stir inside her again, and she blamed the fire for the sudden warmth flooding her face.

“Well, I’ve had hundreds of years to practice,” she responded.

“Right, yeah, so the stories say,” Fjord leaned forward, an eyebrow raised inquisitively. “The immortal Blood Moon Bard. You don’t look a day over three hundred, though.”

“Har har,” Anya gave a facetious laugh. She smiled at the chuckle that rang deep in in Fjord’s chest.

“What about you? Any hidden musical talents?” Anya asked.

“Can’t say I do,” Fjord said rolling his neck to relieve building stiffness. “Closest I’ve come is gettin’ roped into dancin’ at festivals a couple times,”

“I can see you being a dance-y guy,” Anya mused.

“If you can call stumblin’ around dancing, sure,”

Anya was quiet for a moment, then heaved herself to her feet, dusting off her pants and tuning her lute.

“What’re you doing?” Fjord asked as he watched her.

When Anya had her lute tuned to where she wanted it, she held her hand out to him. “Here, get up,”

Fjord eyed her hand suspiciously. “Why?”

“Just come on,” Anya bent down, taking Fjord’s hand and tugging at his arm.

With a groan, Fjord pushed himself up from the floor. Anya took a few steps back to stand in the more open part of the cave, a bit away from the fire. Shadows flickered over her face, the warm orange glow of the fire causing her dual-colored eyes to flash curiously.

“Dance with me,” she said.

Fjord seemed a bit startled at the suggestion, and Anya could see on his face that he was heavily considering rejecting her request.

“It’ll be fun, I swear,” she said quickly. “Besides, what else is there to do?”

Fjord hesitated for another moment before he let out an exasperated breath. “Fine.”

Smiling, Anya positioned him, taking a spot beside him and holding her lute at the ready.

“Just follow my lead,” she said. Fjord looked nervous, but nodded.

Anya strummed out an energetic rhythm, keeping it a bit slow at first as she took the first few steps, Fjord awkwardly following along. She kept the pace steady, softly singing under her breath as they went from move to move.

She watched Fjord keep his eyes on his feet with a furrowed brow, his movement clunky at first, then getting a bit more smooth over time. As the look on his face became a bit more confident, Anya upped the speed of the song to its normal pace. To her surprise, Fjord adjusted easily, keeping in step with her. His expression brightened just a little, and he took his gaze from the ground, grinning at Anya.

The din of the storm outside had become stifled in the energy of their dance, their focus on each other as they moved, subconsciously synchronized. Anya wasn’t really sure when she had let her lute slip from her grasp to hang by its strap off her back, but they had brought their hands into the dance, hovering their hands inches apart as they moved in circles around each other. A strange force kept their eyes locked, the world melting around them as their focus was on the silent music around them and each other.

With a sense of finality, the two of them stomped to a stop. They stood beside one another, the front of their bodies faced towards each other, their sides brushing, each with one with an arm wrapped around the others waist. Their chests heaved as their breath slowly returned to them, expended from all their movement.

They didn’t look away from the other’s face for a moment, still lost in this trance they’d found themselves in. Fjord was the first to blink out of it, clearing his throat and taking his hand from Anya’s waist. This snapped Anya out of it, and she took a step away from him, blaming her flushed face on the exertion from dancing.

“What did I say?” Anya panted, pulling a bit of hair that was stuck to her sweating face and tucking it behind her ear. “You seem like a pretty good dancer.”

Fjord didn’t answer for a second, still looking a bit flustered. He took a deep breath, as if to center himself, then gave Anya a small smile.

“Nah, nothin’ compared to you, really,”

Anya was trying to think of a reply when something caught her attention. She glanced towards the mouth of the cave, her gaze lingering on the now dying fire for a second before moving to look outside.

Though it looked like thick clouds still hung in the sky, the rain seemed to have subsided. The bit of visible ocean was calmer than before, and every now and then, a speck of sunlight could be seen trying to peek through the layer of clouds.

Fjord followed her gaze, crossing to stick his head out and look around.

“Looks like it’s cleared up for the time bein’,” he said, walking back to grab his things. “We should be able to make it back to the beach,”

Anya grabbed her own things, swinging her now mostly-dry cape back around her shoulders. After she made sure the fire was completely out, she made to follow Fjord from the cave.

“Careful, it’ll be slick,” he said as he took a few tentative steps along the narrow path leading back to the shore.

Anya waited a moment to let him get ahead. Just before she took the first step to follow him, she glanced back into the shadows of the cave.

She gave a slight smile, moving to start making her way across the clifface, humming softly to herself.

#self insert #self insert oc #self insert ship #self shipping #self shipping oc #kieru writes #the moon and her sea #if you'll be my boat #anya moonsbane #sorry these are taking so long writing takes me forever #asktrack #anonymous #i made anya a d&d beyond character sheet because of this #if anyone wants a bard/bloodhunter in their campaign hmu

2 notes · View notes

theshipden · 6 years

Text

Uniforms and Competitions

the thing literally no one asked for but are getting anyway because I’m a sucker for uniforms and my OTP pining and IN uniforms

Literally just billdip and slight twin bonding

Dipper hated how he couldn't say no to his sibling, and he hated how overprotective Stan was and how Ford agreed. They both agreed to put him into JROTC during his highschool years, his sister had taken it her first year and fell in love with it. She bragged to their uncles and it seemed they thought Dipper needed that extra push, so the beginning of the school year he found himself in the classroom full of other cadets. The entirety of the first week was covered by the handbook, then a little bit about the uniforms they'd be issued the following week and finally the chain of command at the core. Luckily, his school offered the Air Force, easily the best of the branches or at least he thought so. The brunette's eyes scanned the list of names and ranks he didn't understand quite yet, hoping to remember something, what he could understand was Core Commander: Bill Cipher. The highest rank and the one who held most authority over all cadets, favored by the principal for the title. He was told he'd meet all the leaders, or were they commanders too? He wasn't sure.

Mabel, being an AS-2, meant she wasn't in his class- or flight, as they called it- and he was alone. Well except for Pacficia but they didn't really talk, more like sat next to each other for the comfort and security it caused, easing some of the anxiety they both felt. The first official task was to learn the entire 30 drill count, not the movements but simply the order in which to call them in, it was a written test. One he easily passed. Next came the first 10 commands, which were fairly easy considering they were all stationary, he and Pacifica picked them up without any struggles. The weeks seemed to fly by, he signed up for service projects and got over his expected hours, and uniforms were issued out. He was instructed on the proper way to wear everything, from the shoes and socks to the buttons and ties, only when he gathered ribbons and badges did he need to learn more. Passing inspections were easy it seemed.

The first time he'd met Bill was unexpected. Dipper was writing down some notes about the current lesson on the Air Force development when the sudden booming voice of his flight commander interrupt his train of thoughts, calling them all to attention as someone entered the room. Immediately all cadets snapped to the rightful position, standing upright with their arms pinned to their sides, expression neutral and cold as they stared dead ahead. Then they were dismissed and everyone was left wondering about the sudden command and new playful blonde that waltzed into the room and plopped themselves down in one of the instructor's chairs. Keyhole, the flight's commander, smiled wide. Usually he hated interruptions whenever he was teaching, but here he was, joking and grinning with the newcomer.

"Cadets, I'd like you all to meet someone special!" Keyhole gestured to the strange blonde, said man sat crossed legged in the chair with an impossibly bright grin on his face. "This is your Core Commander, you will treat him with respect. You will listen to what he tells you and will not argue back, cadets who do will serve detention and be thrown out of here with a failing grade. When you see him in the hallways during uniform days, you will salute him. Cadets who don't will be warned then issued detention. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir." Came the in unison reply, each person etching the memory of Bill into their minds to not forget. The brunette must admit, he wasn't bad looking at all. Wavy blonde hair with faded black sides, mysterious eyepatch that seemed to belong on his face, infectious if not alluring smile, luscious lashes and a toned structure. His presence radiated dominance and called for respect and obedience, almost daring anyone to challenge his authority, all the while appearing friendly.

"Tomorrow's your first uniform inspection." Bill started out flatly, eyeing each person with a smug smile, owning the room by just his voice. "Some mistakes and errors will be expected, no points will be taken off your score. Next week we expect them to be fixed or lessened in amount, the week after will the grades start to drop. I'll be making an appearance by the entrance of the school so you can't get out of saluting me, and I'll be watching you all. If you break a rule and I, specifically, don't catch you, I have 200 other cadets who will." Dipper locked eyes with the blonde, gulping at the clear subtle threat that loomed over their heads like thick dark clouds. He felt something akin to nervousness float down his sides and nestle in his gut the longer Cipher held his gaze on him, then in a moment's relief it shifted over to Pacifica.

Afterwards, the lesson continued on with Bill there. Maybe twice Keyhole had stopped to joke or mess around with the blonde, it was obvious of the friendship they had, he even gave the reigns to Bill without the boy even asking. Their interactions eased the class, the tension and anxiety melting off as they all chuckled here and there at some of the words spoken or horsing around their 'professional' leaders did all the while teaching. Maybe things weren't as bad as he had imagined.

------

Mabel woke him up a bit earlier that morning, insisting he needed the extra time to get ready and dressed. He groaned but agreed, throwing on his pants and shirt before pausing. Which way did the belt go again?

"Uh, Mabs," Dipper called out. At least he had a sibling who had a year's worth of experience and knowledge to help him out, upon hearing her name, Mabel jumped out of the bathroom. Her long brown hair was tied in a tight, neat ponytail.

"Yeah, bro-bro?" She raised a brow at him, quickly wrapping the length of her hair around the base, tying the band around it and glancing in the mirror. It was the perfect bun, completely in regulation. Mabel always ranted about how easy the boys had it, he silently agreed. Buns seemed so...difficult. He wasn't sure how his sister did it every Wednesday.

"Which way does the belt go for guys again?" He gestured towards his belt, confusion written plain as day across his face as he spared a few looks at Mabel's.

"Opposite of girls, so left. Oh! Make sure you shine your shoes really well! And no pen marks on your hands!"

"I know, I know! They covered this, thanks Miss Cadet Guide." He sarcastically responded, a soft smile etched across his face at his sister's worry. He appreciated Mabel and all she did, all her support and encouragement, her eagerness to help, he was thankful they were so close. He'd always be thankful to have her around. His sibling merely gave him a grin before disappearing back into the bathroom to fix anything un-centered.

Departing the house, the twins put their flight caps on to their heads before walking to their bus. The ride was full of Mabel going over anything he might forget, tips, pointers, they were really helpful and he made sure to remember them once they parted ways. Once off the bus, the twins proudly marched on to school ground, other cadets matching the blue hues and shushing his internal worries. Dipper felt quite plain compared to his sister who was decked out with an insignia, ribbons, even a badge! And he had nothing but a name tag. Pitiful. It was only when the officers came into view did he feel anxious. Their uniforms had twice as many ribbons, their signias were different and insanely professional, black shoulder cuffs, badges and wings, some even had a stripe down their pant leg and different caps. Mabel quickly whispered who was who: In the middle was Bill, to his left was some girl named Pyronica, next to her was some kid with a nickname of EightBall, and to Bill's right was a boy nicknamed Teeth. She further explained how Pyronica was the Drill commander and EightBall one of the P.T leaders, Teeth was in charge of a club within the core. He saw the women's eye turn on them, and the other's followed her gaze, all eyes on the twins. Dipper felt his heart stop when sharp irises bore into his figure, he could've sworn they glowed under the shining sun along with that head of beautiful blonde hair. Mabel gave him a pat on the shoulder to calm him as they walked past, both paused to salute.

"Good morning, sir!" Mabel chirped happily, and Dipper mumbled the same comment albeit softer and full of silent fear. Bill raised his hand in his own salute, dropping it as did the twins. The female twin began to stalk off with her brother in tow when a voice made them both freeze.

"Cadets."

Mabel turned and politely walked back, a pleasant and warm smile greeting the officers while her brother seemingly hid behind her stature. "Yes, sir?"

Pyronica beamed, motioning Dipper forward. Obediently he stepped towards her, looking uncertain and wondering what he did wrong. Was it his salute? Did he accidentally disrespect them? Was his uniform not good enough? Was something wrong?

"Everything seems to be in order, good job Mabel, it's nice to finally meet you Dipper! Glad to put a name with a face." The brunette was positive his figure visibly deflated at the remark, a sign of relief gracing his tensed features. His sister responded, he gave a soft reply of his own before they were off again. He gave a moment's glance back in time to see Bill being saluted by another cadet, he looked dangerous in an intimidating way but alluring, powerful, and yet so bubbly and open.

"So, are they all friends or..?" Dipper questioned, straightening his posture before continuing to look ahead. He felt envious of all their achievements, he wanted to look just as good as Mabel, maybe even better. He wanted to be recognized, he wanted that same level of respect, what if Bill noticed him? Could they be friends? Oh god, the thought made his stomach twist.

"Pretty much, yeah! I've heard during their first year they were all incredibly close with one another, they all listened to Bill too! Crazy how everyone now does as well and he controls everything. Seriously! All his friends are in charge of something in the core, it's both amazing and kinda suspicious. Like they, ya know, planned it." She giggled, waving to some other cadets and friends as they walked by.

"Yeah, heh, strange." He found himself mumbling trying to imagine what Bill would look like fresh and young, he just couldn't picture it. He wanted to know more about this mysteriously enticing boy.

"Oh-Sorry, Dippin-Dots! I promised Paz I'd help her with her bun before first period! Just make sure you don't scuff your shoes or lose your cap, okay? Cool, bye!" Without another word Mabel left him alone. Throughout the day, he'd see Bill walk and talk to someone but he was never spotted or seen which entitled him to not do anything, Dipper was incredibly grateful for it.

The weeks passed by without any real struggles, and Dipper was growing accustomed to saluting and the flow of the flight. Bill came and went in his flight, sometimes dropped in and gave a lecture when the cadets are bad or something happened in the school, but he rarely interacted with the blonde. But today was their PT day, and everyone had to participate in a competition, and said blonde boy had come up with the idea.

"Everyone get a partner! This is a two person activity- and before you ask no you can't get out of this or go to the nurse or use the bathroom or any other excuse you might use." Some groaned, others beamed with excitement, and few were stuck between choosing which one to do. Bill only carried on unbothered.

"Everyone knows what the 'wheelbarrel' exercise is, right? Good. We're going to make the person on their hands plank while the person standing squats, whoever holds it the longest wins a prize. And you will be switching out."

That riffled the cadets up, partners were chosen and Pacifica looked towards him in silent question, he nodded. It was an agreement never really spoken out loud that they would be there for each other, not that they were close or friends, but because they didn't particularly like anybody. Or rather, didn't want to get to know anyone else. It was agreed that Dipper would plank first. Everyone found a spot on the mats, laying on the floor with their partners loosely holding their ankle in wait. Then the "Go!" Was given. Dipper felt his lower half rise slightly as he pushed his upper torso up on his arms. Around him he could hear Keyhole's and Bill's voice snicker and correct others.

"You're not low enough, squat down more."

"Keep that butt down, cadet."

"Push up! Push up! C'mon we only just started! Tough out!"

"Hold it, hold it."

And it went on.

People groaned and grunted, some thumps were heard as teams gave up. The seconds passed like half asleep snails, minutes ticked by at the speed of Earth's rotations, he could feel his muscles tightening and his arms trembled at the strain. Another glance around him and he saw they were one of the few surviving teams. He exchanged short words of encouragement with Pacifica, Keyhole coming over to cheer them on. Another minute. Another thump, another wave of strain, another gulp of air, the stronger his arms shook and his body ached- and he fell. Before anybody could switch positions a cadet spoke up.

"Cipher, sir, I bet I could beat you!" No one knew who this newly arrived cadet was, when had they walked in? How long had they watched? Why where they even here? Bill only smirked, Keyhole shaking his head in pure amusement as the rest of the cadets watched in astonishment and confusion.

"Krytpos, scram. I'm training a class here. Can't have you wasting my time." Bill sneered, writing down individual times and the team who had won. The new boy seemed persistent, obviously this was a sort of routine between the two.

"What? Afraid I'll finally best you!? Hah! You're chicken!" Kryptos laughed, a little too loud and a little too long, which earned an eye roll from the blonde. He clicked his pen before sighing, looking both amused and annoyed. It was clear he wasn't going to relent.

"Oh- whaat? C'mon please! You can't seriously be backing out on a challenge!! Keyhole, help me out here."

"Hey, don't bring me into this." There was a short pause, smile stretching wide across the commander's face. "But- I would like to see you get your butt handed to you, Kryptos."

"Wha-No!"

"Bill, why don't you just do it? Show these cadets how it's done! Scorn this poser," Keyhole gestured towards the offended Kryptos. Who, in turn, gaped. Bill still looked disinterested before he finally agreed to it making everyone cheer. The chance to see a rivalry between their very core commander and some guy? Of course they'd be excited. Dipper especially.

"Anyone's welcome to join us, matter of fact, you're all joining us! Switch with your partners!" Bill's voice rose over the roar of kids, instantly silencing them as team members knelt down and got ready to go. The adrenaline ebbed the pain away, this actually wasn't so bad, almost fun even. And now it had gotten ten times more interesting and enjoyable.

"Keyhole's my partner! Bill you're gonna have to get a rookie." The newcomer boasted proudly, throwing an arm around his flight commander's shoulders before dragging him to the mat and taking up the plank position. Said blonde reluctantly agreed and looked around for someone to pick, a captivating golden eye landed on him and suddenly Bill was walking over. Dipper paled, nervousness pumping through his veins almost as quick as his own blood.

"Aren't you the other Pines twin?" Dipper nodded solemnly, a little sad that his name wasn't remembered. He wasn't that insignificant. "To avoid confusion, I'm addressing you as Pinetree now, your sister's Shooting Star. Now you're my partner, try not to buckle under pressure. Kay? I'm here to win." Bill flashed him a smirk, showing off perfectly white teeth before he crouched down and laid stomach down on the mat.

Dipper took in a deep breath and sighed heavily moving to hold Bill's legs as he waited for the signal to begin. He definitely did not want to be the reason the core commander lost, he was jealous that Pacifica got to get a partner that wasn't entirely powerful and intimidating. What if he couldn't last as long? Would Bill be mad at him, would he become a target, would he leave a horrid first impression? His mind raced and he desperately wished Mabel could be here to take his place or scream supportive words that ripped him out of his thoughts.

"Go! Everybody up!"

Dipper raised Bill's legs up, squatted down and watched as the blonde easily hoisted his torso up and held it. This time, people dropped faster, he guessed it was due to the previous round's aches and tiredness. Pacifica toughed it out, one glance at Keyhole and Kryptos told him they were determined to win, other teams held the same fire in their eyes. Dipper felt himself grow discouraged, legs started to tremble under the heavy pressure, there was no way he could do this! Bill was going to despise him afterwards- Perfect. The head of commander out for his blood, just fantastic. Right when he felt like giving up, he heard his new appointed 'partner' speak up.

"Hey, Pinetree, how you holding up hm? Not thinking about giving up are you?" Bill sounded incredibly normal, not affected at all by the plank he was holding. His voice sounded light and friendly, completely void of all previous smugness and competitive edge. Why was he starting up conversation now, of all times?

"Uh- No, no sir, of course n-not." The brunette stuttered a bit breathless, readjusting his grip on the other's legs to get a firmer hold as if to solidify his resolve. Against his better judgement, he decided to respond, Mabel would've wanted him to not be so 'nerdy'. "You're not thinking of, uh, giving up either, huh?"

Hearing the comment, Bill snickered, turning his head over his shoulder to look at the twin with a grin. "Me? Oh, never! I don't give up, kid. Such a pleasure to finally get to know Star's infamous brother." Bill turned to spare Kryptos a look, mocking him from across the room once he spotted the obvious strain on his face. Keyhole was whispering desperately for him to tough it out, hold on, last a little longer, and the blonde only snorted.

"That's the second time I've heard that. Does," He paused. Swallowing whatever worries or anxieties gnawing at his heart in turn of speaking casually. "Does Mabel talk about me a lot?"

"Every now and then yeah, don't worry, it's all good things!" Dipper felt the other shift on his arms, hands instinctively securing his legs. During the conversation the aching in his abdomen and thighs lessened as if forgotten in the mist of the words and actions. "Py and Star seem to get along quite well, and it's only natural I'd make sure she's hanging with the right crowd. Glad to have you in the core, kid."

A thump and a groan was heard, momentarily distracting them, teams were starting to drop quicker then ever. Soon it was only the two, Krytpos vs Bill. Cadets were picking sides, cheering them on and trying to dishearten the other side. Dipper shot a worried look at Pacifica who in turn gave him a thumbs up, he huffed and wondered how the hell anyone managed for this long. He was positive a century passed and his legs were beginning to reveal the earlier ache he'd forgotten during his conversation, after another minute Kryptos fell. Keyhole and him turned the blame on one another, while Bill taunted them with a victorious laugh. Dipper was grateful they had dropped, he wasn't sure if he could've lasted another minute or two. Taking in a greedy gulp of air he forced his voice to steady as he spoke up. "S-Sir? Can I drop you now?"

"Aw, can't you last any longer?" Bill pouted, he glanced back at the twin and saw he was utterly spent and barely hanging on. He forgot how weak the new ones were but considering how long the brunette actually lasted he decided to relent, he had won. That was all that really mattered in the moment. "Alright Pinetree, you can drop me." He felt his lower body gently drop and Bill rested himself on the floor briefly before pushing up and standing. Shifting he looked at the twin, he seemed exhausted. The blonde decided to squat down, giving the boy a pat on the back. "Not bad, kid, not bad at all. Ever considered joining the PT team?”

“Uhh- gave it some thought, sir, why?” Came the exhausted mumble, his eyes glancing to meet the stare of the other’s captivating golden hue. He could feel his heart fluttering- and this time not from the exercise.

“I think you’d be an excellent member of the team, you should try out!” When Bill was met without a response, really the kid didn’t look to excited to hear the words ‘tryouts’, so he decided to offer the twin a deal. Besides- if his sister was an excellent cadet, he should be too. “I’ll tell ya what, If you want to join the team. I’ll put you in, no questions asked. And if not, don’t sweat it.”

Dipper looked up to meet the warm grin of the commander, he was thankful that his cheeks were already red from the challenge because then his blush would’ve been so painfully obvious. “Y-You’d really, do that for, well for a first-year like me?”

“I’m the Core commander, I can do whatever I want, plus I’m in charge of the team! So yes, I think you have what it takes and your sister would nag me, the offer is open.”

The chance at seeing the blonde in action made adrenaline course throughout his veins, he was definitely curious as to what Bill looked like rugged. It’s not like he wasn’t insanely attractive when giving orders so naturally he jumped at the chance to be closer with the man, he might be able to impress him if he tried hard enough! With Mabel’s help, he was positive he could. “Sure I’ll join the team!”

It wasn’t long after his answer did Kyrptos and Keyhole surround the higher-up and basically drag him to the front of the classroom, the winners were given free gatorades and won bragging rights, there was a very short lecture about staying determined and whatnot but he wasn’t paying much attention to it. He couldn’t keep his eyes off Bill and how he easily styled his hair back into it’s proper place. Dipper could feel himself gushing in his seat at all the thoughts flying in and out of his head, there was so much he had to tell Mabel about later today.

And to his excitement, Bill continued to drop in his flight. Not everyday, or every other day, but enough times that Dipper genuinely looked forward to seeing the full head of soft blonde curls walk into the classroom. Whenever he looked back inside the cadet office, he could see Bill lounging behind the oak wood desk and chatting with someone, or relaxing and unwinding. The sharp line of his slack jaw was enough to keep Dipper dreaming for days, and with how well the uniforms he wore hugged him just the right way had the twin swooning. Since it wasn’t too far into the year, every cadet had to wear their blues- but all the officers and members of the drill team and P.T team had other uniforms, Dipper was dripping with curiosity to know what Bill looked like in those.Maybe if he got some of his own, he could impress the commander.

#bill x dipper #dipper x bill #billdip #human!bill cipher #bill cipher #dipper pines #mabel pines #pyronica #krytpos #keyhole #pining #au #highs cool au #military au #shippy writes #gravity falls #alternate universe #bc why not #let me rot in hell

61 notes · View notes