#(take a shot of water every time I say fluffy)

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What You Need

no outbreak!neighbor!joel miller x afab!reader || W/C: ≈6.3k

Summary: You come home from a horribly stressful day at University to everything in your family home a complete mess only for you to take care of. Joel helps you and gives you exactly what you need.

Warnings: SUUUPER self indulgent (sorry guys - it makes for a good plot tho, so i’m not all that sorry <3). no use of “y/n”, age gap (22/42), LATINO JOEL MILLER (idc what anyone says, he needs a warning), established relationship, no physical descriptions of reader, pet names (darlin’, sweet girl, pretty girl, princess, etc.), reader “takes care of everyone but who takes care of her” plot, more porn than plot lol, [SMUT 18+ MDNI] daddy kink, sir kink, heavy on the D/s dynamic (reader falls into subspace), cockwarming, unprotected piv (don’t be like these 2 idiots), breeding kink, cum eating, creampie, finger fucking, finger sucking (briefly), choking, hair pulling, brief thoughts about anal, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, hickeys/marking kink, squirting!, toy use, fluffy ending… i think that’s it?? (dear lord pls forgive me, for i have sinned)  if i missed anything, lmk pls!

Quick lil author’s note (see bottom for extended a/n): In all honesty, I wanna dedicate this (nasty) little one shot to @javierpena-inatacvest because if it wasn’t for our interactions as of late plus reading your “It’s Never Too Late” fic, I never would’ve said fuck it and just start writing with the intention of potentially showing it to the world. Thank you for inspiring me. You’re amazing & I literally love u so so much. You deserve phenomenal head all the love in the world for everything you do <3.

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It was a long day at university today, as per usual, but something about today completely drained you. 

You went to bed past midnight last night because you were busy finishing up a paper, only to get up at 7am the next morning to spend the next 13 hours juggling between classes, assignments, and studying in your “free” time. By the time you were ready to head back home, you were on your very last thread, begging to snap. You also completely spaced on nourishing your body today, the only thing running through it being water and coffee — lots of coffee. 

That’s not even the worst part. The worst part is that the minute you entered your family home, the entire house was an absolute mess, your pets weren’t given their food yet, and no dinner was made. And just like every other day since you grew into an acceptable height to reach the kitchen stove, you took care of it. All of it. 

You were so grateful to your family for allowing you to stay at home during your undergraduate years. It makes your in-state tuition even cheaper, and you get the comfort of your own bed. You knew not many people could rely on their parents and family like this, so you don’t want to sound selfish when you think about how you really wish you had your own place right about now. 

It’s been an hour and a half since you've been home, and you’re barely finishing up getting the food for your dogs when your phone dings in your back pocket. 

Didn’t text me when you got home, baby. Everything okay?

It was from Joel. The neighbor directly across from you, and a quickly growing family friend of yours. Your heart both saddens at the fact that you forgot your unspoken ritual, but it swells at the way he can read you. 

It all began at a small family party last year. You were 21 at the time, and for some reason you could not take your eyes off of your neighbor — who was 20 years your senior. It was always just shared glances or you bringing baked goods from your stress-baking endeavors, but at that party, there was a good period of time where your entire family went outside to the bonfire in the backyard to drink until their hearts gave out, leaving you with the dishes and a trashed house to clean. Joel noticed this, how much they relied on you. Whether it was coming over for a beer with your brothers or your father, or to fix an appliance for your older sister, they always walked all over you — when you did absolutely everything for them. So, he took matters into his own hands and went inside to help you clean up. 

You insisted he didn’t need to, but you knew he wouldn’t let up. So, there, you two worked, harmoniously, straightening up your home in half the time it would normally take you by yourself. The second you completed the last task, you reached for the remote and plopped yourself on the couch, half expecting Joel to go back outside with your family. Except, he plopped himself on the couch right next to you with the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen, “What are we watchin’, darlin’?” 

“You know you could’ve stayed outside with everyone else, Miller,” you say as you turn your body to him with an eyebrow quirked up. He matches your expression, “Well, where’s the fun in that?” 

You break into a breathy little giggle, satisfied with his comeback, and you turn on the TV. With your family completely occupied outside, it was easy for either of you to make a move. And although Joel had been planning to for the last few months before this party, you took matters into your own hands and lifted his arm closest to you, tucked yourself into his side and pulled his arm back around your body. He looked down at you, smirking at your boldness while your eyes remained fixed on the movie before you. 

The next few hours of the night were filled with secret caresses and stolen kisses, and you have never felt more loved and appreciated in your life. From then on, you’ve been absolutely smitten with him, and he with you. 

Instead of replying, you dial him instead. Not even a third ring goes by before he answers, “Baby.” 

“Oh my god, hi, baby, I’m so sorry. I completely spaced. The minute I got home, the house was a mess, the dogs weren’t fed yet, dinner wasn’t even cooked, and I-”

“Mi amor,” he says with a deep breath, implicitly telling you to take one, “it’s okay, baby. I don’t wanna hear sorry from you. I’m sorry everythin’ is a mess, baby. Can I help? Need me to come over?”

Your rapid heart rate immediately starts to slow at how calming, ready and willing he is to give you anything you need. Your family would go absolutely insane if Joel just showed up right now with the sole intention of helping you take care of the home and yourself, but you don’t mention that. “No, baby, I promise I’m okay. I just need to relax. I need-” you pause for a moment to take another breath because you feel your body going panicky again. “I need…honestly, I just need you.” 

After the shitty day you’ve had today, having to take control of every single thing, honestly all you really want, and need, right now is for your control to be taken away. You don’t want to think, you don’t want to decide, and you don’t even want to figure out your dinner even though you haven’t eaten all day. 

He pauses for a moment, hearing the slight whine at your last statement. And just like that, Joel is at your rescue. “You need me, huh, babygirl?” 

“Mhm, please.” 

“Cross the street, darlin’, right now,” and he hangs up the phone. 

You bolt out of your seat, and sprint straight to the front door, quickly locking it. You think to say something on the Ring camera, letting your family know you’ll be back, but you know they won’t even think twice at your absence. You already cleaned the house and took care of the animals they begged for but don’t care for — why else would they look for you? 

Just in case they do check the cameras, however, you immediately veer to the left side of your driveway into the blind spots of your front door. 

Within seconds, you’re at his door about to knock, but he’s already opening the door, whispering a soft hi followed by your name, and pulling you into a tight embrace. He pulls you away for a second, assessing your face, assessing your needs. He sees your brows pulled together, eyes glossed over, and a pout beginning to form. You don’t need soft and comforting. You need stern, dominating control. You need nothing but pure bliss, and he’s going to give that to you. But first: 

“Safe words. Repeat em’.” 

“Red for hard stop, yellow if I’m starting to get uncomfortable, and green to keep going.” 

“That’s my girl,” he says and finally pulls you in for that rough, all-consuming kiss you’ve been craving. It’s a battle of teeth and tongue, and obviously he wins. His hands are roughly sliding down to the underside of your asscheeks, tightly pulling you into his hardening bulge. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, but pause for a moment because he never gave you permission to. He senses that, and pulls back for just a moment. “Such a good fuckin’ girl for me. Go ‘head, baby, touch me.” 

You immediately bring your arms back up to grab ahold of him but too riled up in how he’s making you feel, you don’t notice the huge grumble your empty tummy makes. He pulls both your wrists back from his neck and puts an insufferable amount of space between you two. 

He says your name, filled with both concern and slight anger. “When was the last time you ate?” 

Silence. 

He lets go of your wrist and grabs your chin between his pointer and thumb, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I’m not askin’ again, baby.”

“Y-yesterday night,” you stumble out. 

“I’m not givin’ you a heavy meal ‘cause that’ll just upset your stomach, but I am fixin’ you somethin’. Go upstairs, change into the clothes on the bed, come back down and position yourself on the ottoman, like I taught ya last week, hm?”

Too enamored by his roughly smooth voice, all you can muster up is a nod. His eyebrow barely shifts, but that’s all a warning you need. “Yes, sir.” 

Padding up into his room, already feeling your insides start to float, you reach the edge of his bed to see a pair of black cheeky boxers, and a thin, fitted black tee. You quickly strip off everything you arrived here in and slip on the garments he gave you. Wasting no time, you head back down in a bee line to the ottoman. 

Like I taught ya last week, hm?

His words echo in your mind as you begin to recall last week’s endeavors. 

You were straddling his lap for a while now, slowly swallowing each other’s moans and making every part of each other’s body ingrained into your memories. Until suddenly he pulls back, eyes dead set with intention. “You trust me, baby?”

“Always, Joel,” you say back with as stern a voice as possible, confused as to why he’d ask such a thing. “Can I teach you somethin’, then, darlin’?”

You pull him into one more kiss before you breathily tell him yes and pull yourself off his lap to stand before him, fully at his disposal. 

He stands up, and without any verbal indications, he’s grabbing onto you and molding your body onto the ottoman in a position that begins to drift you off into subspace. You don’t know if it’s the fact that you're sitting on your knees with your legs tucked under you, or if it’s the slow drag of his hands caressing your inner thighs, pulling them farther apart from each other. Or maybe it’s the way he softly places your hands, palms up, atop of your thighs. Whatever the hell it is, you absolutely fucking love it. 

He feels you melting into every little touch he makes and he notes every little moment you slip further and further into your space. “Doin’ okay, my sweet girl?” he asks, voice dark and sweet. 

All you can pull out of yourself is a pathetic little whine and a head nod. 

“This is position number one. Remember it. We’ll learn more later, but this’ll do just fine for a while, baby.”

And with that, he kisses you ever so softly but with such a dominating, addictive energy that you feel yourself try to push up into him, and immediately he pulls away. 

“Sweet girl, Imma let it slide this time, but you do not move from this position unless given permission. Ya hear?”

You return to your original position and assure him how good you’ll be, “Won’t happen again, daddy, I promise.”

His jaw clenches at the honorific; that’s your number one tell that signifies you’ve completely submitted and fallen into subspace. He had originally planned on giving you what you asked for two days ago — “Please, Joel, I need you to fuck me, hard.” — but seeing you all docile and ready for him just makes him want to absolutely praise you in the most beautiful ways possible. 

So that’s what he did. For hours. An hour of bending you over the ottoman to eat your pussy like a man who had all the time in the world, an hour of fingering orgasm after orgasm out of you while his mouth switched between licking and marking your tits, and a few hours after that just slowly fucking you into his mattress, caressing and loving on every single part of your body he could reach. 

Let’s just say, your family didn’t see you for the rest of that day or the next, and you did not care one fucking bit. 

You shuffle onto the ottoman, your form now perfected after secretly practicing each night to increase your endurance of staying in such a position for however long Joel needed you to. 

You wait for about five more minutes before he comes back with a platter of all of your favorite fruits — strawberries, mangoes, and pineapple — and sits on the cushioned seat right in front of you. He melts at how good you sit for him, immediately disregarding his original plan and wanting you as close to him as possible. 

“My good, beautiful girl,” he says softly, in a way that you’re not sure if it was even meant for you to hear, but you still melt nonetheless. “Come,” he says as he pats his lap while setting the plate off to the table beside him. 

You shoot up like a lightning bolt, too excited at the thought of being able to feel him again, but before you can climb up, he grabs your hips, stopping you for a second. He slides his fingers into the hem of your underwear and slowly slides them completely off of you, setting them neatly on the ottoman behind you. He slowly reaches for his belt, then slides it off, letting it fall somewhere on the ground. You stand completely still, patiently waiting for whatever he’s going to give you, although your pussy is proving anything but patient. 

He undoes the button and zipper of his jeans and signals for you to come up. “Take me out, cariño.”

You climb up on his thighs, not fully straddling him to give yourself some room to tug his jeans and boxers down enough to pull him free. You pull him free with a small moan escaping your lips, wanting to dart your tongue out and lick his angry tip, but he didn’t give his permission for that. So, you begrudgingly let him go, and wait for what comes next. 

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he states nonchalantly as if his dick isn’t absolutely begging for you to reach out and grab it. “You’re gonna sit on my cock, keep me nice and warm. Without moving. Only until you’ve eaten all the fruit on this plate will I think about what’s gonna happen next. Got it?”

Your voice trembles, “Y-yes, sir.” 

He nods his head, while bringing his hand up to your mouth, signaling for you to let your drool fall. You scoot closer and lift your hips up while he pumps himself a few times to completely cover himself in your spit. With how much your cunt is dripping, you knew his lewd act was for his benefit and his only. 

The second his tip catches at your entrance, you can’t control the high-pitch whine that falls from your mouth, and he can’t stop himself from gripping your hips with a bruising force in an attempt to keep from mercilessly pounding up into you right here. 

“So f-fucking full,” you breath out as you sink lower and lower, to which he nearly growls with a strained, “So fucking tight.”

You finally bottom out, and you both take a moment to breathe and settle any impulsive thoughts of forgetting the purpose of tonight’s scene. You shift a little to adjust to settle your legs more comfortably at his sides, while he leans over to bring your plate of fruit closer. Both your actions together make you hiss in desperation.

“Color, baby?”

“Green, sir, green,” you promise him.

He smiles, genuine and bright, before his face goes dark and smug again. He picks up a piece of pineapple with his fingers. “Open.”

You lean in and take the sweet fruit from his fingers, making sure to lick any residual of the pineapple’s sweet juices. This goes on until you’ve finished every last piece he cut for you. Towards the last few pieces, your pussy was absolutely drenching his cock with your slick, both your thighs and his soaked. He could feel every pulse and every flutter, and no matter how patient he usually was, something in the air tonight was testing every ounce of his strength. 

He sets the plate aside and licks a mix of fruit juices and your spit clean off his fingers. You watch him, completely entranced by the way his tongue wraps around his thick fingers, and you can’t help but feel such an aching need to throw yourself at him. 

So you do. And to your surprise, he allows it. You pull both his arms to wrap around your middle and you push yourself into him for a searing kiss, whimpering for him to slip you his tongue. He indulges, and you immediately begin grinding your hips down onto his cock. He growls and wraps his arms tighter around you, adding more pressure into your grind, forcing you to break the kiss to regain your breath. “Fuck, baby. Such an impatient little one, aren’t ya?” He rasps out. 

Your hips move faster at his words, trying to will yourself to say something, anything, but you can’t. He notices your effort. “It’s okay, I’ve got you, baby, hm?”

And with that — with the notion that he’ll take care of you with anything you need — you completely fall. “Y- yes,” you moan out, “Da- fuck- daddy’s got me.”

Ah, there she is. Daddy’s girl. His back straightens so he’s towering over you more. He grabs your jaw tightly while you continue to pleasure yourself on his dick, forcing you to hold his stare. “Oh, sweet girl, daddy’s always gonna give ya what ya need. Promise, baby. Now be the good little girl I know you are and cum for me.”

You can feel him meet every movement of your hips, coaxing your high out of you faster than you realize. The wet, squelch your pussy makes every time you suck him in is enough to make him release his load, but he won’t. Not until you’ve came more times than ever before, not until you’re left completely fucked dumb. 

He snakes his hand down to the front, reaching for your clit, using his thumb to make mind-numbing, calculated circles. Your back arches at the sensation, head thrown back, and he brings his other free hand to the back of your neck to pull you closer into him. He ravishes your neck all over, sucking and biting all your weak spots, your pulse points, only to run his tongue over it in soothing motions, getting even more worked up at the marks that’ll form tomorrow. Then, he rips your shirt right in half, letting it fall to the ground. So much for makin’ you change, he thinks. He brings his mouth lower and lower, sucking one of your nipples in between his teeth, throwing you over the edge.

Your vision goes white, your entire body goes rigid, and your pussy uncontrollably flutters around his dick as he peppers your neck and chest with more kisses while you come back down. 

Your body is now soft and pliant, fully ready for whatever more Joel is going to give you. Your head is still high up in the clouds, and it will be for a while, but he always knows how to take care of you. You feel him slowly lift you off his dick and you hear him groan as he looks down. 

“God fucking damn, doll, look at you all over me. Such a fuckin’ mess.”

Your face heats up immediately, “I- I’m sorry, daddy, I-”

He grabs your jaw again and pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue. He pulls away bringing your bottom lip with him until he lets go, letting it fall back into place, now wet with his spit. “Don’t fuckin’ apologize for that. You made daddy so proud, baby. So much so that you’re gonna do it again for me,” he says as he squeezes your ass cheek. 

You squeak out a gasp and a breathy please. He stands up and makes his way to his bedroom with you still wrapped around him like a koala. 

Immediately he throws you on the bed, and before you’re able to scramble up towards the pillows, he’s already pushing you up by the thighs and kneeling between your spread legs. 

He releases one thigh for a quick second and holds his hand out, “Pillow, baby.” It takes your blissed mind one moment to register, but as soon as it does, you don’t waste a second, grabbing the pillow next to your head and eagerly handing it to him. He takes the pillow and taps your thigh twice, signaling for you to lift up. He secures the pillow under your hips then brings both his large hands back to the underside of your thighs, pushing your legs up so you’re nearly folded in half, giving him complete access to your dripping heat. 

If there’s one thing about Joel Miller, it’s that he loves to make a fucking mess. You thought your first sensation would be one flat lick up your cunt, but instead you feel warmth. Wet and warm and everywhere, and finally you realize, he let his mouth fill with spit only to absolutely drench you with it. Once he’s satisfied with his mess only then does he dive into you like a man starved. Licking and pushing into your slit while the tip of his nose rubs against your clit has you climaxing in an instant, your back arching and your hips lifting as much as they can with the weight of his hands on your thighs keeping you in place. 

He lets one hand slowly slide off your thigh and up your belly until he reaches one of your tits, switching between grabbing your entire breast and pinching your nipple. He continues to lick at you and circle your clit with his tongue until you’re a complete whining mess from the overstimulation. “Daddy, please,” you moan. 

He lifts his head, eyes as black as ever, “I’ve got you, princess, you can take it.” He reluctantly breaks away from your cunt and kisses his way up your body, taking his time with sloppy, open mouthed kisses near your hip bone and your sternum, knowing those areas drive you crazy the most. He makes sure to bite a little extra hard in some areas on his journey up, knowing you love to admire all the marks and bruises he makes on you. 

He sucks another bruise right underneath your jaw, making you push up into him more, while his hands continue to wander and grasp every part of your body that he can. Finally he reaches your mouth and gives you a sweet, long kiss to your mouth, distracting you enough that you don’t see him reach for the vibrator in the nightstand beside the bed. You feel him slide his hand back down your body, but you still don’t realize the vibrator’s presence until you feel the buzz directly on your clit. 

Out of pure reaction, your hand flies to the nape of his neck and tugs sharply, all while obscenities fall pathetically from your mouth, “Oh- f-fuck, daddy, yes! J-just like that, please, please don’t stop…” The quick-paced, blinding pleasure builds so fast it cuts off your dirty mouth and reduces you down to moans and gasps and whines of daddy, daddy, daddy. 

He slips two fingers into your pussy, sliding in with so much ease with how wet you are from a combination of your cream and his spit, all while he uses his other hand to push the vibrator into your bundle of nerves. 

You don’t know whether it has been one minute or one hour of this, but all you know is that you’ve got sweat lining your forehead, beading down your body, and you absolutely can’t take the buzzing pleasure with the constant come-here motion with his fingers anymore, you have to let go. Although this time, it feels different than the rest of the times Joel has made you cum. This time… this time it feels like- you have to pee? 

Immediately you start to panic and try to break away from his hold, unable to allow yourself to fucking pee all over him. “Daddy, wait! Please stop.. it- it feels different, like I.. I think I’m gonna pee..” you gasp, trying to articulate your thoughts while he continues his torture on your cunt. 

His eyes go wide and it immediately registers for him, “Fuck, baby, don’t worry about that, just let go. Come on, daddy’s got you. You trust me?” 

You hesitate for a moment, but still, you know the answer, “Y-yes, daddy.” 

“Good, my princess. Cum for me, fuckin’ soak me. I told you I wanted another fuckin’ mess,” he demands and fucks you even harder with his fingers and increases the pressure of the vibrator. 

You all but scream, definitely sure the neighbors can hear you, but you don’t give a fuck with the fireworks erupting behind your eyes and all throughout your body. Your body is still convulsing and you’re sure you’ve gone unconscious for a moment, but what brings you back to the Earth is the feeling of a warm, flat tongue licking you all over, cleaning you up. Then another sensation hits you: your bottom half is completely fucking drenched. You muster up all the strength you can to open your eyes and look down to see what’s going on. 

You see your big, broad man licking you up so sweetly, but from his mouth down he is also absolutely soaked, down to the collar of his dark green shirt he was wearing. 

Holy fuck. You fucking squirted. That was new. And with Joel’s reaction to it, you’re definitely sure that’s not gonna be the last time he pulls that out of you. 

He doesn’t realize you’re up again until you’re softly calling his attention back up to you and not your pussy. He makes eye contact with you, and his eyes fucking sparkle. Yeah, there’s no way this was a one time kind of thing. He sits back up on his haunches and strips himself of his shirt. He never pulled his jeans back up from when you used him to get off in the living room, so his dick has been patiently waiting for attention since your last two orgasms. 

He strips himself completely at the bottom half, too, leaving you with a perfect view of his toned chest, softer middle, and bulging arms and shoulders. Your cunt, all used and abused, fucking clenches on nothing at the naked sight of him. Of course, he fucking notices. 

“Oh, my poor baby. She’s just fuckin’ beggin’ to be filled, huh?” His southern drawl always intensifies whenever he gets spurred on like this. And, fuck, if it doesn’t make you fold more than you already do. 

You whine at his words and spread your legs even wider for him to see what’s rightfully his. 

“Just beggin’ to get pumped full of my fuckin’ cum, huh, princess? Is that what she wants? That what my babygirl wants?” 

“Please, daddy! Yes, that’s what I- what I need, daddy… need you ins- fuck- need you inside, daddy,” you ramble out, already fucked stupid but still begging for more. He situates himself on top of you, stopping your begging with a harsh kiss that leaves your already swollen lips throbbing. “Shhh, I’m gonna give you what you need, darlin’,” and he kisses you one more time as he begins to notch his tip at your entrance. 

He hooks his arm underneath your knee, hiking your one leg up higher to open you completely. You feel him start to push in deeper, and neither of you can help the initial gasp of how good it feels to be consumed by one another. He leans down again to kiss you, unable to get enough of your lips on his, and you bring your hand back up to the back of his head, keeping him close to you, feeling the exact same way. 

He completely bottoms out into you then, his breathing labored and you, a whimpering mess. No matter how many times you two have fucked, his sheer size always makes you feel like it’s the first time. He stays still to let you get used to the feeling again. You both lay there for a few minutes, kissing and consuming each other’s breaths and moans while he gives you rhythmic little grinds to stimulate your clit. Your pussy is sobbing at this point, enough wetness has accumulated that he’s able to slide right out until just the tip is in you and he pushes right back in, hard. 

He fucks you hard, maintaining this rhythm for a while, completely consumed by the way you wrap around him so perfectly. What started off as one leg hiked up around him turned into a complete mating press, giving you the maximum sensation of his length and girth pumping in and out of you. He always gets so foul-mouthed whenever you two end up in this position, not that you’d ever complain because you love hearing that rough, sexy Southern drawl utter absolute filth that only your ears will ever get to hear. 

“Fuck, darlin’, it’s like she was fuckin’ made for me. Wrapped around my cock, so fucking tight and warm. I could spend fuckin’ forever here wrapped up in your tight fuckin’ cunt,” he groans. 

“All for you, daddy, always,” you respond, purposefully squeezing your pussy tight in time with your words. That drives him absolutely fucking crazy that he pulls his arm upwards in between your legs that are resting on his torso and brings his hand up to wrap around your throat. “Say it again,” he growls, “tell me who the fuck this pussy belongs to, baby.” He squeezes the sides of your neck tighter, creating an even lighter sensation in your head coupled with the submissive daze you’ve been in since you got here. 

“F-fuck, d-daddy- shit,” you can’t focus on anything but the way he feels wrapped around your neck while balls deep inside of you. 

“Darlin’ girl,” he warns, “don’t make me repeat myself.”

You sob out, willing your body to respond to him, willing your body to obey, “Th- this pussy belongs t- to-“ you take a breath, “to you, daddy, only you. Forever.” 

He releases your throat and pulls your legs down from the mating press, wrapping them around his waist instead. He places one hand at the back of your head and the other on the headboard, then kisses you furiously before breaking away, “God damn f-fuckin’ right, princess. All fuckin’ mine to do whatever I fuckin’ want.” And with that, he’s slamming into you, his hand on the headboard in a (wasted) attempt to save the wall from the constant banging. 

“Touch that pretty little clit, princess,” he breathes out, chasing his own release now with the sole intention of marking you with his seed. One hand still on his neck, the other snakes down to rub your clit in fast, messy circles, your body begging to cum for a fourth time tonight. “Daddy,” you whine out again, the honorific clearly being your only vocabulary for tonight. 

“I know, honey, I know,” he coos, “Cum for me, mama, and I’ll fill you up right fuckin’ now,” he sucks on your bottom lip, “You want that, baby? To be pumped full of me?” He knows your answer, yet he still asks anyway knowing how much his words affect you. 

“Please, God, yes, fill me up… I need your cum so fucking badly, I need to feel you, please,” you beg, only spurring him on more. 

With both of your mouths spilling such dirty words, his lips anywhere they can reach with the combination of you playing with your clit and him pounding into you, your body enters the astral plane yet again for the fourth time tonight. Though, this time, you force your body to come back down, so you can feel his warmth spill into you. 

It only takes but a few more thrusts after you climax for him to follow suit, roaring out as hot, thick ropes of cum spill into you, overflowing and dripping out of your sore cunt. He slowly pulls out, labored breathing, sits back up and just watches. Watches as your pussy clenches to keep him locked inside of you, watches as his load drips down your folds over your tight, little asshole. Another day, he thinks to himself with a smirk. 

He doesn’t even realize what he’s doing until his fingers are engrossed in the thick combination of your releases. You moan out at the sensitivity of your pussy, but Joel doesn’t care. He slips his middle and ring finger in, feeling just how much he filled you up. And before you know it, he’s pumping in and out of you yet again, his eyes completely focused on your glistening sex, hitting that spongy spot inside of you that has you fluttering for another fucking release. 

“Ahh,” you hiss, not knowing whether you want him to stop or keep going. He uses his other hand to rub on your clit. Fuck. Yeah, okay, you want him to keep going. “Shit, daddy, I’m gonna cum again,” you say as you scramble to get ahold of the bedsheets. 

Joel’s gaze breaks away from your cunt to look at you, he smirks like the devil, “Oh, yeah, honey? Gonna give me another one? Come on, baby, I know you have it in you,” he slips a third finger inside. You whine at the stretch. “One more mess, baby, and then I’ll take care of you, I gotcha,” he says for comfort. 

You’re nearing the point where you guys usually begin to transition into aftercare, and he knows. He always knows. But he also knows that today you need a little extra push, so he gives it to you. 

The thrusts of his fingers don’t come to a stop, but they exponentially slow. “Give me a color, mi amor,” he softly encourages. Even with your erratic breathing, you’re able to force out, “Oh my god, daddy, green, green, green, please go faster, just like before, please-” 

He quickly leans forward and stops your blabbering with a chaste kiss and chuckles when he pulls back, “My god, I love you so much, princess.” Then his fingers pick back up to the speed you were so desperately loving before, his and your cum leaking out all over the inside of your thighs. 

“Fuck, daddy, I love you so fucking much, fuck, thank you, thank you,” you cry out. A few more pumps and a few more circles to your clit and you’re cumming for the fifth (and final) time tonight. Joel groans at the way you finish on his fingers, and it’s his mouth that blabbers out this time.

“Shit, baby, yes, soak my fuckin’ fingers, let me feel you, fuck-” He’s so enthralled at the sight before him, he doesn’t hear you pleading for him to stop pushing in and out until the honorific fades, “Baby, baby, baby,” you frantically breathe. 

He makes eye contact with you again and realizes how caught up he was in you. “Oh, darlin’, shit, I’m sorry, mi amor. What’s your color, baby? Fuck, I’m sorry-” 

It’s you this time who forces your entire wobbly body to push up and meet him in a bruising kiss. “Stop, daddy,” you say with a lilt in your tone, signaling to Joel that you’re back from subspace. You smirk, “My color is green, cowboy, but I really need you to run me a warm bath now because I can’t move a single muscle with how you had me, baby,” and pull him in once more for another kiss. 

His smugness returns and he pushes you back down on his bed, peppering your face and neck with kisses, forcing sweet out-of-breath giggles from you. “That, I can do, baby. May I join you?”

Your face completely softens, your stresses and worries from the last 24 hours completely nonexistent. “I’d be mad if you didn’t, Miller.” 

The next hour and a half — or until the bath water becomes tepid — is spent with him cherishing your body, washing you with your lavender, oat milk body wash you love so much, ultimately just helping you softly come down from your oxytocin high. 

You’ve never felt more loved, appreciated, or taken care of in your life. He always makes sure your come down is smooth and unnoticeable as you fall from a blissed state of mind to one of pure love and adoration. As long as you have him in your life, you truly believe you have all of what you need. 

As he’s drying your body up and slipping you into one of his t-shirts, your stomach growls… loudly. 

“Darlin’...” 

You pull away from his grasp, jokingly rolling your eyes while smirking, “Yeah, yeah, Miller. Come on. Gotta fill me up again, don’tcha, cowboy?” 

“Jesus Christ,” he breathes out followed by your name, “Tryna put me in an early fuckin’ grave or what?”

Author’s note - extended: Hi guys! I birthed this little one shot on a Friday night while sippin’ on a glass of whiskey and stressing about the stressful entire week I just had. This isn’t my first time writing, in general, but this is my first time writing with the intention of truly producing a story out of it.. this is also my first story I’m posting, so I’m very nervous. Even if just one other person reads this and enjoys it, that’s all that matters to me <3 I also wanna give a quick thank you to my bestie, who’s an AVID smut reader, for proofreading this. She said, and I quote, “gotta change my panties” and “she’s growling” after reading this LMAOO. So, thank you for that, bestie. I love you with my whole heart.

As with any fic, reblog and comments are very much appreciated!! All feedback is appreciated, too!!! Please do let me know how you liked this, and if there's anything specific I could work to improve, I'd love to know! I hope I did okay for my first actual attempt at smut.

Much love to everyone! <3

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[talaok]

Hey, I just want to tell you that I like your fanfics so much! and you're truly an amazing writer! Can I please have one shot where the reader asks Pedro to join her on her skin care routine? like it's all so fluffy, and P just keeps looking at her and pecking her lips at the same time. I hope you see this. Thank you so much. We love you, bestie!

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

a/n: thank you so incredibly much love <3, im sorry for the wait, this beautiful request truly deserved better, and of course, i love you too babe❤️

Pedro had always liked to watch you, you'd learned that quickly.

He liked to watch you when you were doing your make-up, cursing at your products when they didn't do their job right, he liked admiring you while you chose what to wear, that cute pensive frown always on your forehead, he liked seeing you put on lotion and bake those amazing cakes you baked, and finally, he liked watching you do your skincare.

He always prolonged his own routine in the bathroom at night just so he could be present for your little ritual of cleansers and serums and creams whose names he couldn't even pronounce, but today, today something had changed, and he'd decided he didn't want to only watch, 

"You want to try?" your lips pulled into a smile as he nodded, his arms around your torso and his head between your shoulder and neck as he hugged you from behind, admiring your face from the mirror

"wanna see what all the fuss is about" he murmured, kissing your neck "What makes my wife abandon me in bed for twenty minutes every night"

You gasped, laughing as you feigned offense

"I have never abandoned you in bed, you're always here with me"

"mhh" he hummed contemplating, inhaling your scent as he tightened his hug "Whatever you say sweetheart" he murmured with that shit-eating grin plastered on his face "now, where do we start?"

He moved to your side, his gaze attentively examining the products filling the counter as if he knew what any of them did.

"first" you started explaining, picking up your oil cleanser and a detergent "we've gotta wash our face"

"I did already"

You glared at him, disappointed at the fact that even after all this time, he still had learned nothing

"it's not washing your face if it's just with water baby, you need a detergent, here" you handed him the white tub and he only opened and closed his mouth as he accepted the product in his hands.

"You're not gonna use this?" he asked, watching as you squeezed some other product in your hand "is this the cheap one?"

"no" you snorted "I just need to use another cleanser before that one cause I'm wearing make up honey"

"oh" he breathed "of course- I knew that"

You both laughed softly at his obvious lie as he squeezed an ungodly amount of detergent onto his hand just to slap it on his face and started rubbing it in with the same delicacy with which he changed a tire

"baby you're not washing the dishes, you've gotta be gentle" you laughed, watching him open his soapy eyes to look at you

"oh- like... this?" he asked, trying to mimic the gentle massage you were giving your own face

"that's better" you nodded, smiling proudly before taking the residues of your makeup off with a cloth

He rinsed his face and watched you as you did what he'd just done, and finally, finally, you asked him something you had no idea how you'd never asked before

"why do you always look at me?" you said, rinsing the detergent off "I'm not gonna disappear into thin air you know?"

He chuckled, his manly and deep voice bouncing from the bathroom tiles

"Are you?" he asked, taking a step so he was once again, right before you, his fingers moving some hair out of your face and lingering on your cheek

"I look at you, because I don't get to do it enough, because it's all I would spend my days doing" he murmured, droplets of water from your face and his hands falling to the ground as your heart sped up "because you're a work of art sweetheart, and because in everything you do, I see all the reasons I love you"

There it is, the man you married, able to melt you up with just a few words, spoken like they didn't seem picked up off a book, like he wasn't the best man you could have ever wished for, like you didn't love him to goddamn death

You didn't say anything, you never could when he said stuff like that, you only spoke through your eyes, through that invisible bond between you, the words lingering on your tongue

I love you

Before you kissed him, the same feeling, the same message, finding him with it.

"that" you smiled "Is why you're never allowed to make speeches before me ever again" 

God only knew how much you had scolded him for making you look like a fool at your own wedding when he made you and half the guests weep with his vows while yours looked like a child wrote them in comparison.

he chuckled, kissing you again, before you mumbled something about finishing the skincare and he pulled away, a grin from ear to ear on both your faces

he followed all your instructions, first came the exfoliating stuff, then the serum, then the creams,

He watched diligently as you showed him how to execute every step, and then copied you, his hands still moving a bit too roughly on his skin.

the only change he brought to your routine, was the kiss he couldn't help but steal from you after every step he accomplished, a soft and quick one, just because he could, just because he wanted, just because you looked cute as ever, and there was only so much he could do to keep his hands off of you.

And after everything was done, after your skin glowed as you looked at your reflection, his eyes too, focusing only on you as his arms wrapped around you, he decided

"I think I should join you every night"

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Arrowhead Jr ||One Shot

New account! @ghostbones was banned! Transferring all my work here slowly!

Summary: Daryl has baby fever

This was a request on my old blog: "ever since i saw daryl holding baby judith ive dreamt about him having absolute baby fever w reader and after babysitting him pestering reader about one?"

18+ MDNI || WARNINGS: Profanity, birth, babies, mostly fluffy

        "Check this out." Daryl said excitedly, holding up a camo onesie he found. You were on a small run with a few others in search of some new clothes for little Judith, since she had outgrown most of the ones she had. 

        "This is for newborns." You told him, taking the tiny outfit out of his hands.

        "I know.." He shrugged, taking it back and setting it down. 

        "Oh, god. Don't start." You begged. "Not again."

        You had been with him since the prison, after Woodbury fell. You were one of the many refugees Rick had taken in after the town fell apart, and the archer took a liking to you from the beginning. You guessed it was partially due to your friendship with his morally-gray brother before his unfortunate passing, but it was mostly just because you were you. He loved you for it. However, recently, with the safety of Alexandria's walls, he somehow caught one of the scariest diseases; Baby Fever. Especially after the two of you spent a day watching her so Rick could work and Carl could go do normal teenager things for a change.

        "Not startin' nothin." He mumbled.

        "No, but you're doing that thing again!" You argued.

        "What?" He shrugged.

        "That! The sad face and the--"

        "That place is perfect." He explained. "The--"

        "I know, I know. The big walls and the pretty houses and the people and the--"

        "I see you with Judith. I see how you look at her, how you rub her nose to get her to fall asleep and all them lil songs ya sing when she cries."

        "So what are you saying?"

        "Just that we could." He admitted. 

        "Just 'cause we could doesn't mean we should." You sighed

        "I know that, it's just... I wanna."

        "Well that's easy to say when you don't have to carry and birth a child to get one." 

        "Forget it." He huffed.

        The rest of the trip was in silence, and not the comfortable kind you so often shared. You were both frustrated. Him, because ever since he held Judith for the first time, when he fed her that first meal she ever had and felt the rush of nurturing a crying, sweet little baby, a hole formed inside him and it grew bigger every day. He never could have seen himself as a family man before that moment, but ever since, it was a primal urge he couldn't resist. To love a woman, to father a child, to protect and provide for his own family. He had already achieved finding a woman worth his affections, which was you, of course, but he still didn't have his own family and it ate him up.

        Your frustrations were sourced elsewhere, though. For one, giving birth sounded absolutely terrifying, especially in a world lacking in hospitals, epidurals, prenatal and postpartum care. You could handle a fair amount of pain, but birth was an entirely different playing field. Not to mention the risks. You had heard what happened to Judith's mom. How could you risk that? How could he expect you to? And that was just the tip of the iceberg. What kind of world would this be for a child? What kind of life would it have? Alexandria was always too good to be true, and sooner or later something would happen, and you'd all be running for your lives again. It was only a matter of time, to you. To be pregnant would mean no more runs, no more fighting, none of the things that made you useful. You'd just be a big burden with swollen ankles.

        You didn't speak when you all arrived back home, or during dinner, or after. It wasn't until you went to take a shower, until you had already stripped down and stepped into the steamy stream of water. He had silently snuck into the bathroom, undressed, and surprised you by pulling the curtain aside and joined you. You had your back turned to him, allowing the water to rush over you and wash away your racing thoughts. He grabbed the bar of soap and lathered it in his hands until he was satisfied, then he began to wash you. You loved when he did that, it was one of your favorite affections he'd show. He always started by massaging your neck and shoulders, then your back, then your arms, and he'd turn you around and work on the front. With little explanation needed, that was his favorite part.

        "Can we at least think about it?" He finally asked, eyes and hands stationed on your bare skin as you watched his face.

        "We can think about it all we want but it doesn't change anything."

        "But this place is safe. And there's a doctor here. And-- Hell, this house alone is more than either of us could've given a kid before the world turned to shit." He argued. You sighed.

        "I just can't shake the feeling that none of this is permanent." You confessed. He stopped washing you for a moment, considering your concerns.

        "What else?" He asked.

        "What else what?"

        "The other reasons. What else?"

        "This place could fall."

        "Don't mean it will."

        "The doctor could die."

        "I'll make sure he don't."

        "There could be complications."

        "That's what the doctor's for."

        "I can't help on runs or fight or--"

        "Got plenty of people that can do that."

        You took a breath. Was he gonna have a rebuttal to each argument you made?

        "Well," you said, "pregnancy makes us crazy."

        "You're already crazy." He smirked. You rolled your eyes.

        "What about medicine? Epidural? You need and anesthesiologist for that and we don't have that which means I'll feel everything and it's gonna hurt!" You rambled. His smirk grew into an amused grin. "What?" You scoffed.

        "You're scared." He said.

        "So what if I am? I should be. You should be. I could die. The baby could die. It could die down the line when we can't protect it--"

        "Now you just insult me. I'd never let a damn thing happen to you or that kid." He snapped. You gritted your teeth together.

        "You can't control everything. What about childbirth? Women died during birth when there were teams of doctors and surgeons. What about now?"

        "You wont." He shook his head. 

        "Why would you want a baby with me anyways?" You groaned. "I don't even like kids!"

        "Now that's just lyin' to yourself, darlin'."

        "Is not!" 

        "Might've been able to convince me if you never let me see you with Lil Ass Kicker, but you're a natural."

        "Jesus. Are you gonna give our baby weird nicknames too?" You asked as the two of you switched sides in the shower so you could was him too.

        "Our baby?" He repeated. You eyes widened.

        "Hypothetically." You corrected. "Our maybe, hypothetical, improbable baby."

        "Nah, I was thinkin' Arrowhead Jr for ours."

        You couldn't help it, you laughed.

        "You're insane." You shook your head, massaging his shoulder with the suds.

        "Look," he sighed. "I'm not gettin' any younger and I want a family. I already got the girl, now I need the girl to have my babies."

        "Babies?!" You gawked. "How many do you expect me to have? I'm not a damn fetus factory I can't just spread my legs and pop them out on a fucking conveyor belt." 

        "I was thinkin' two."

        "Two." You repeated, hoping that hearing the word from someone else would wake him up, maybe make him understand how ludicrous he sounded.

        "Mhm." 

        Guess not.

        "Two!" You said again. "Two babies that you want me to grow and birth."

        "Yep."

        "Do you know what you're asking me to do?"

        "Yeah." He said, turning around to face you. "I'm askin' you to be the mother of my kids and spend the rest of your life with me."

        "Um, the rest of your life. Women live longer than men, statistically speaking."

        "Then think about it. Make the rest of my life mean somethin'."

        "Ugh." You growled. You really weren't going to win this one, no matter how hard you fought. "If you wanted kids so bad why didn't you find someone who had the same goal?"

        "Don't want no one else. Just you."

        "And a kid."

        "Two kids."

        "Let's start with one." You relented.

        He grabbed your face as soon as you spoke the words and kissed you excitedly.

        "Better start workin' on it then." He said, lifting you off the ground and pressing your back to the wall. Things only got steamier from there, and not because of the hot shower.

----

        "Shit!" You whispered, staring down at the third test you'd taken. "Shit shit shit shit!"

        To say it was panic would be an understatement. It was sheer terror. You guessed you knew this was coming but you weren't ready for it yet. The only solace you found was the fact that Daryl would be home soon, and you'd get to see his face light up when you handed him not one, not two, but three positive pregnancy tests.

        He came home shortly after you wiped your tears and pulled yourself together. You were in the kitchen making him a pot of coffee, one that you'd usually share. Yet another thing you wouldn't be able to do for the next nine months.

        You heard the door open, you heard him kick his boots off and set them by the door, and you heard him greet you as he entered the kitchen.

        "Hey." He said casually as you turned to hand him a steamy mug of black coffee, just how he liked it.

        "Hey." You replied, sitting down at the table across from where he took his usual seat. He gave you a weird look when he sat down. He could read you like an open book, and there was very obviously something going on with you that day.

        "No coffee?" He asked, taking a sip of his own. You shook your head. "You okay?" You shrugged. "Talk to me." He said.

        You decided to let him see for himself as you failed to form the words. You were terrified for a lot of reasons, but most of all your pride wouldn't let you say the words, because as much as you hated to admit it, you were also happy. You were happy to make him happy, and you were excited to have someone else to love.

        You reached in your pocket and set the first test on the table. He stopped blowing on his coffee and stared at it for a moment before looking back to you. Then, you set the second one down. He pushed his eyebrows together, either out of confusion or shock, you weren't sure. Then you slapped the third test down beside the first two. He set his coffee down and stood, leaning over them to examine them. You realized he probably didn't know what a single line versus a double line meant, so you gave him a second to read the tests before he reacted.

        The second it hit him it showed. His head snapped up at you, eyes wide.

        "F'real?" He asked quietly. You nodded once and he rushed over to your side, gripping your cheeks between his hands and kissing you over and over and over. You couldn't help but chuckle as you tried to push him back.

        "Oxygen, Daryl!" You giggled. "The baby needs to breathe!"

        "C'mon. We gotta go tell Carol. And Rick. And Glenn. And Maggie." He rambled on and on, adding names as they popped in his head while he pulled you to your feet and ushered you to the door.

        "Daryl!" You protested. "Wait I need shoes!"

---

        You could barely hear Carol as she coached you through pushing with each contraction. The pain was insane and Daryl's hand was probably broken after you had been squeezing it so hard. Denise, the new doctor after Rick may or may not have killed the last one, was also talking you through, sending encouraging words as the baby's head made an entrance.

        "Okay. Breathe. Breathe. One more big push." Carol cooed to your right as Daryl encouraged you from the left.

        "C'mon, (Y/N), you're kickin' ass." He said. Admittedly he spent most of the time it took you to get to this point silent, shock written all over his face. He had no idea how to help you through this, he realized, but he fed off Carol's energy and began to give small words of encouragement when he heard Denise say she could see the baby's head.

        When the next contraction hit, you screamed in agony, pushing with all your might, just like Carol told you. 

        "It's just like doing a sit up."

        You could feel when the baby was out, but you were so exhausted your head just fell back on the pillow as you caught your breath. It wasn't until you heard the baby cry that you looked down at Denise to see her wiping the baby clean and wrapping it in a blanket. She walked over and set the baby down on your chest. "Skin to skin contact is important." She told you, before looking over to Daryl. "For you too, if you want to take your shirt off."

        Daryl was too stunned, just watching in awe as you stared down at your crying newborn baby with admiration. It took him a minute, and a little nudge from Carol who had walked over to his side, before he snapped out of it and leaned in close to you. He got a good look at the baby before he asked, "Boy or girl?"

        "Boy." Denise smiled. She was ecstatic, having successfully aided in the birth of your child.

        "We have a son." Daryl laughed, although it was more of a happy cry. He wiped a tear from his eye as he stood up and removed his shirt, holding his arms out in hopes you'd let him hold his boy.

        "Yeah, we do." You grinned, giving your baby a kiss on the head before you passed him over to his father.  Daryl was breathless as he scooped the infant into his arms, bouncing him and whispering sweet nothings.

        "Hey, little Arrowhead." He laughed. He had called him that for the entire pregnancy.

        "I was thinking about naming him (name of your choice). What do you think?" You asked.

        He nodded and kissed little (baby name). 

        "Hey, (baby name). I'm your daddy."

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[tastesousweet]

⭒ the girl with the tattoo (x) - pt 1 pt 2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : after three resentful weeks apart, only matt and y/n could find themselves more fond of each other.

warnings : angst, fluffy, mentions of alcohol and weed, sort of proofread

mickey speaks : THANK U FOR UR PATIENCE SWEET ANGELS HERE’S THE 10TH PART FOR YOU!!! tgwtt is already in double digits 🥹 only like 8 more parts to go

THIS IS PART TEN GO READ THE OTHERS FIRST PLEASE!!!

"COME on y/n we'll have so much fun!"

you haven't had a night out in weeks.

following matt's party, you swore off alcohol until your own birthday in mid-september, afraid of the amount you'd allow yourself to consume now that you're feelings are supremely hurt and bitterness coated your tongue.

it was difficult to turn down the first week, despite the smell and taste of any drink making your stomach turn you craved the drunken effect and secretly wanted to run into matt- just to see what he'd have the nerve to say to you. but the mature, wiser part of your brain knows there is nothing good to come from spiteful drinking. so you've declined every weekend.

you know in your heart that your friends only want you to feel good and have fun with them. it's the only reason you've tolerated this current conversation for so long.

"i believe you! but i'm just saying i'll have just as much fun with this bowl of strawberries and my bed," you reach into a cabinet for one of the many off-white glass bowls.

"baby you haven't been out with us in so long, we miss you!" remi beams kicking her legs as she sits atop your counter, fully dressed and decorated for her night out (contrasting the bare face, oversized tee, and panties you wear).

you sigh and look over to the three girls huddled in your kitchen, "no, you guys know 'm not drinking right now," you shake your head and push off of the counter heading towards the fridge in search of your berries.

"i'm just confused on why you're suddenly so strict on drinking? and regardless of the drinking you could have fun without it if you loosen up a bit..." erin replies while resting her body against the wall next to remi's spot.

you roll your eyes while your face is still in your fridge before shutting it back, "i don't understand what's not clicking erin, i don't want to go out at all! i want to stay at home and be away from drunk people and watch something brainless and then i wanna go take a fucking bath. i'm so tired of having to explain and repeat myself. please go, please have a good time, and please- respectfully, mind your business."

you run water over your strawberries and andrea's eyes widen as she turns back towards the counter to pour herself another shot.

"alright, whatever.” erin shakes her head, “dre, remi, i'm gonna go wait outside this is annoying. she can stay bitter," she walks out and whispers, "bitch," under her breath before shutting the door.

it's silent for a second as you begin to harshly cut the stems off of the fruit, remi comes behind you and wraps a caring arm over your shoulder for a hug, "are you okay?"

"yes, i'm fine, you can go have fun..." you turn to face her and offer a strawberry.

"i really do miss you,” you kisses your shoulder and bites into the strawberry, “love you," she reminds you as she grabs her bag and dismisses herself to check with erin. you nod your head and continue to stare blankly as you repeatedly cut.

andrea speaks up after hearing the door fully shut. she breathes heavily as she stares down at her hands on the counter, "cariña ("honey"), you’re not a bitch.”

“i know…” your voice is small.

“i know you do. i also know something’s hurting you badly right now and i selfishly wish you’d fucking tell me so i could help.” she licks her glossed lips, “but as long as you’re being kind to yourself, i can deal with you keeping this to yourself.”

your eyes brim with salty tears and when you let out a broken sniffle she's immediately by your side. "nooo don’t cry, i’m already pre-drunk! you know i will too!" you try to continue preparing your fruit but andrea turns your body to make room for a warm hug. you're quick to tuck your face into her perfumed neck and let out your feelings through cry's.

you had always thought that what andrea (or anyone) didn't know about your sex life with matt wouldn't kill her, but quite frankly it's killing you. you want to tell her everything he’s ever made you feel- for all andrea knows matt was once a silly crush and currently a little less than a friend to you.

but at the same time you just know she would tell you to stop seeing him if she knew everything. she would remind you that at your core you are far too caring and attached to handle recurring casual sex with him in the first place.

"i'm so sorry, drea. i really wanna tell you but i’m not ready." you croak pitifully.

not ready to accept the embarrassment of wanting him to like you this bad.

and for someone as willingly vulnerable as you, you’re especially not ready to hear her scold you a little for somehow hurting your own feelings and putting your friendship with erin on a thin line over some guy.

your words only confuse her brain more, but she can only continue to rub circles into your back and silently pray you didn’t do something illegal or, like, morally cruel.

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matt would love to say he hasn’t thought about you since you bitched out on him the night of his birthday, but he could never just blatantly lie.

he can say he has gone the past few weeks without reaching out to you- which mostly speaks to both of your stubbornness and pride.

in fact, you’re part of his reason for having his own night in tonight- though it’s far less sadistic of a reason than yours. he’s simply grown bored of the repetitive night life he and his friends have.

you were always there for him to tease and secretly fuck around with whenever your friend groups would combine for the night. but as of late he’s left sitting at the bar swigging down beers and scrolling on his phone (sometimes he’d get irrationally irritated at you for not posting on your instagram or snapchat stories, feeling a as if it was a direct punishment to remove him from knowing any details about your life) or until the rest of the group throw the towel in.

on the worst and most irritating of nights he’ll take an uber home by himself. and those were the nights he would get so close to being irrational- showing up to your house and confronting you was oh so enticing. but he’d talk himself out of it and go home to fuck his fist like you’d probably tell him to do.

and on the most horny and pathetic of nights he'd end up in the backseat of his car finger-fucking erin with her tongue in his mouth. it ended at that though, matt's skin started to crawl thinking of when you rode him in the front seat not too long ago. he had pinched his eyes shut and pulled erin's hands away from his zipper, swaying her with some sweet "i just wanted to make you feel good s’all" and a kiss before she left and he awkwardly drove himself home- pondering how little self control he had to be desperate enough to do even get that far.

so, he didn’t even bother to go out tonight. when chris and nick asked him through his closed door, he told them he’ll stay in for some “peace and quiet.” really, he just couldn’t stand to be disappointed by the guaranteed lack of you being there.

he sits in his desk chair, legs spread casually, and sketchbook held against his thigh as he scribbles around to formulate a few rough outlines for upcoming clients. somewhere in the mix he begins to sketch out a familiar cartoon cat, which only irritates him and makes him close the book abruptly, shoving it into his desk’s drawer.

matt rubs his hands over his face a few times and lifts himself from the chair, heading straight for his bedside table. he bites at his lips while digging through the drawer, eventually finding the pretty red hot blunt you rolled and gifted him.

he makes his way out to the patio, not bothering to turn the outdoor lights on; blunt, lighter, and phone in tow. he slouches into one of the many chairs near the glass door and places the blunt between his lips, shuffling as he digs in his back pocket for his lighter.

the spark of the bright flame highlights his focused face for only a few seconds while he pricks the end of the misshapen yet smoothly rolled blunt. he breathes in the smoke immediately, throwing the lighter onto a table nearby. he tilts his backwards to blow out swirls of smoke above him.

matt initially wants to wait to call you until he feels high enough, mostly to give him an excuse for calling in the first place because he knows you’ll be expecting one. but he can't fucking wait, he wants to know what you're doing right now.

matt continues to effortlessly inhale and exhale several hits as he searches his phone for your contact.

his thumb hovers over the dull button that would change a lot for him. calling you means looking like a dumbass, as if he can't handle not knowing you (apparently he can’t but he wouldn’t admit to it). calling you means he’s breaking this implied break up- for complete lack of better terms.

but who’s to say you’ll even answer and give him a chance to do any of that? and suddenly his phone is vibrating in his hand as he raises it to his ear.

it takes four rings for you to answer, though you're completely silent on the other end. he waits and you wait. he truly didn’t think this far ahead. you only give him a few extra seconds to be silent before you hang up all together.

matt kisses his teeth and redials. when you eventually answer again he speaks through the smoke in his lungs, "hi. why'd you hang up?"

"matt, don't call my phone and expect me to speak to you first." your voice has a bite to it that still surprises matt a little. it's so infrequent for you to be harsh or upset (as long as matt has known you, you've been nothing but cheerful and well… sunny) that it's oddly pleasant to see how you handle negative emotions- it reminds him that you’re not always good, something he’d always weirdly envied about you.

he releases more smoke in the air around him, "my bad, sweetheart."

"just tell me why you’re calling. are you drunk or ...?"

"no. i just wanted to know what you're doing."

you sigh heavily, "why does that concern you...?"

his eyes pinch as he stares out into the dark backyard, "why're you bein' so difficult? 'm just trying t-"

"matt. get there, please." you rush, though you secretly are enjoying hearing his voice and the romanticized idea that he must care a little if he’s reaching out again.

“yeah.” he takes a breath, “i don’t know. i’m just, like, here…by myself, and i wanted to remember what you sounded like.”

you smirk to yourself but drop it immediately, “okay…well, this is what i sound like.”

“yes, so soothing, i could fall asleep right here,” you can hear him audibly stretch.

“oh, i’m putting you to sleep?” you tease.

“yeah, i need you to come over and wake me up,” he inhales once more.

you’re silent and he breathes out again, “fuck was that too much- i’m sorry.”

“definitely. i need you to calm down, sir.”

“oh i’m so calm, baby,” he moans out playfully.

“matt, i’ll hang up-”

“woah! let’s not make such rash decisions?!”

“okay then.”

“thank you for answering,” his voice is muffled, “you could’ve blocked me- i talked to you so crazy that night and i do feel bad about, i want you to know.” he pauses and you silently process as he continues to compliment you, “you’re the only woman besides, like, my mother, who is just classy as fuck and way too kind to everyone whether they deserve it or not.”

you could never have expected to hear any words of admiration from matt in regards to you. “oh my god, are you near a couple of trees right now? how’d you get so sappy all of a sudden?”

matt takes a second to register your joke before his entire face crinkles and he shakes his head, giggling, “bad joke. such a bad joke.”

you let yourself laugh a little as well before pulling together, “thank you for apologizing, i honestly didn’t expect that from you.”

“well i don’t hand them out like that so i guess you’re lucky or something.”

“i guess i am…” you smile into your words a little.

“what have you been doing?”

“like the past few weeks or right now?”

“i was talking about right now but you can say both.”

“just was checking! i don’t want to talk to much, i know you’d hate to listen to it.”

“heyyy! really? throwin’ some shit i just told you i didn’t mean right in my face like that?”

“i’m sorry i had to!”

“you were holding on to that one, huh?”

“just a little.”

“okay, tell me everything and i’ll listen.”

“i know i made it seem like i’ve been doing a lot but i’ve honestly just been working a bunch. it’s not as much of a nightmare as it sounds though- working long shifts has helped me fall asleep quicker. i’ve also started cooking a lot more whenever im bored which andrea looooves. and… um, right now i’m taking a bath.”

matt’s eyes widen and he chuckles, “dammit! i knew i should’ve facetimed instead!”

you bite your lip to hold back a laugh yourself, “what are you doing, matt?”

“guess.”

“i mean, i know you’re smoking but you could be in a random bedroom at a party or like, at some other bitch’s house…i don’t know, i’m just guessing!”

“never that,” he laughs- which you can’t decipher as a sarcastic or genuine one -and explains further, “‘m at home, outside with that perfect little blunt you made.”

“oh, for real?”

“uh huh, she’s treating me real good.”

“i’m glad. can you finish telling me how you’ve been?”

“yeah, um-”

“mattttt!” a very drunk nick suddenly yells while sliding open the glass door.

matt literally jumps and is immediately annoyed, you can hear it in his voice despite it being muffled now, “dude, you scared the shit out of me! what do you need?”

“hello to you too, ugh, i forgot you’re all moody right now. what are you even doing it’s all dark and shit?” nick hangs on the door has he peeks outside.

matt gets up to close the door again, “mind your business, nick. move, you’re in the way.”

“hmm, you are so weird.” nick squints his eyes and turns away yelling chris’ name in a blood curdling scream (for absolutely no reason besides the fact that he thought it’d be funny to see chris drunkenly run into the living room).

“hey, you still there?”

“mhm, yes”

“nick and chris just got back from the bar so i’ll have to help them chill out, um, yeah. i wanna hang out again. not even just to fuck if you aren’t cool with that yet, if we can be friends around our friends we can be friends by ourselves.”

friends? you and matt? hm. “that’d be nice, do you wanna just come over like usual?”

“i mean i could but we can do whatever you want, seems like you’ve been home a lot so, you know.” his voice gets more distracted as he speaks

“okay, i’ll let you know. good night.”

“sounds good, sweetheart.”

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MATT - 6:30 PM

Are you done yet?

Y/N - 6:52 PM

yes i’m coming now

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“i’m sorry again for keeping you so late y/n, you really didn’t have to stay and help me close!” your coworker, angela, beams as she follows you out of the back door with a trash bag.

“don’t worry about it,” you smile to her as you walk with her to the large dumpster on the side of the building.

she throws a bag the size of her torso into the bin with a mumble of ‘ew’ before turning to you, “don’t say that! i know you have that date thing tonight, i don’t want you to be late.”

“i told you it’s not a date! we’re hanging out as friends.”

she rolls her eyes while putting her travel sized hand sanitizer back into her purse, “y/n don’t start with that…it’s totally a date from what you’ve told me.”

you both continue to walk towards the back parking lot,“trust me, he’s made it clear he’s not that kind of guy.”

“then why waste your time?”

right when you go to defend yourself you hear a car door shut, drawing your attention to the man of the hour, who’s locking the doors of his sleek black suv as his jaw works a minty piece of gum.

his black tee exposes his tattoos and his jean shorts are held up with his favorite black belt. you can see his light eyes are squinted due to the sun’s undying brightness from where you stand.

angela turns to you with a full smirk and softly slaps your arm, whispering and giggling, “girl, he’s hot!”

“oh my god!” you have an uncontrollable smile as you look at her, “stop it!” you look over again and this time matt is leaning against his car, ready to catch your eye and send you a wave of his fingers with his eyebrows raised.

you wave back then turn away once more, “‘kay i should probably go but i’ll see you wednesday, right?” you lean in for a hug.

“yes i’ll be here,” she smiles into the embrace as you kiss into the air to the side of her head, “you’ll have to give me all the deets!”

“mhm,” you hum as you both part ways, “bye ang!”

you approach matt without any rush and he takes the time to gaze over your complexion (far more radiant than the last time he’d seen you) and the way your mini jean skirt compliments the blushed red top you’re wearing. “hi sunny,” he grins and reaches a hand out to bring you into a hug, only for you to set the handle of your small purse in it. he kisses his teeth playfully, “it’s still like that, huh?”

“like what?” you condescendingly look up at him.

“alright, girl,” he dismisses, “where are we goin?“

“it’s a surprise for a reason matt!”

“okay… then i’m assuming you’ll drive?”

“not exactly..” you spin on your heel and walk away from him as a hint to follow you.

he wraps an arm around your shoulder as the two of you walk down the busy sidewalk, he gives a couple of glances down at your phone while also navigating the two of you. “metro?” he reads aloud.

“mhm,” you reply and smile to yourself while adding the tickets to your apple wallet.

“wow, you really planned this shit out.”

“i’ve never half-assed something in my life,” you say as you both stop at a cross walk.

“never? you have a brother, right?” he asks and you nod, “i’m sure he’d be able to come up with something.”

“probably,” you shrug and grab his wrist when the walking sign lights. “we’re gonna make it just in time, the bus comes at 7:10.”

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the seating on the bus is comfortably squished; you sit in the window seat and matt next to you, moving his limbs inward to give room to those walking in the isle.

you reapply a faded shade of red, black cherry to your lips while using your phone camera. matt watches with his lips pursed in awe. “that shade looks nice on you,” he says softly.

you’re already feeling giddy internally and he’s forcing you to blow your unbothered cover at this point, “thank you,” you smile and turn to see him already close to your face, looking at your eyes then lips. you just have to close the space by giving him a small kiss, mumbling, “it looks good on you too, see,” you move your phone so that he can see his lips outlined with the stain of you.

he laughs and pouts his lips while checking himself out in your camera, making the risky move to take a photo of himself, before giving your cheek a kiss.

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“jesus, for forty fucking minutes you better have brought me to an all inclusive resort!” matt complains while dramatically stretching his back.

the sun was now peeking down and the flashing lights of santa monica pier were extra enticing. “stop, we���re gonna have so much fun! look!” you point at the energetic strip with a childish grin.

“alright, let’s go then,” he tilts his head towards the fair.

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“definitely could have gone without that last ride- wayyy too many dips,” matt holds his stomach dramatically.

“i could tell, you were screamin’ like crazy,” you smirk as the two of you stand in the line at one of the many food trucks. two hours into being there and you’ve rode almost all of the rides, it was expected for matt to ask to stop for some sort of food eventually.

“barely.” he rolls his eyes, “what do you want?”

“i’ll have a water and one of those bomb pops,” you tell him.

“that’s not really food, are you gonna be good with that for right now?” he clarifies.

“yes, matt. thank you,” you smile and matt waves you off as he approaches the tall window to order.

“hey, what’s up man? i’ll just have a water, one of those fourth of july a bomb pops, medium fry and a modelo in a can please,” he flashes a smile and pays quickly.

you thank him and the cashier as you take hold of the items you asked for. “can we go walk on the beach?” you ask him.

“yeah, it’ll be dark as shit, but yeah,” he responds lightly and shoves a few fries into his mouth.

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“when i was younger my mom would bring me and my brother to the pier every summer since i was seven maybe?” the waves crash softly in the background as matt lays between your legs, despite the scratchy denim of your skirt. “when i was eleven my brother would want to go off with his friends in high school and my mom wasn’t a fan of the rides, so she would bring me to walk on the beach with her instead.” you recall out loud after matt had asked what made you want to come here today.

“mmm, reminds me of east coast beaches when i was a kid. we’d make a whole day out of it and pack up my mom’s minivan.” you stretch his scalp hypnotically, “just being rowdy and annoying as hell on the ride there and sleeping on the way back. being a kid is, like, the best and we never realize it when we’re there.”

“isn’t it kind of sweet that we don’t? kids don’t even understand the concept of missing childhood or being nostalgic until they’re older. if eight year old me were constantly dwelling on what’s passed i know she’d go insane. i mean, even now, everyone is always chasing previous feelings and never fully in tune with the one present.” you look out at the waves that softly build up and crash repeatedly.

matt licks his lips and opens his eyes, sitting up from your lap, “holy shit, sunny,” he kisses you and pulls away to laugh, “you just made me sound like a dumbass.”

he keeps a hold of your face, “matt you’re not dumb, everyone is nostalgic for something,” you kiss him again to seal your words.

matt pulls away and you stands up and begin to remove your shirt leaving you in a lacy bra, “come on,” you tilt your head and matt immediately stands up to cover you.

“the fuck do you mean, ‘come on’?” he starts to laugh while looking around for anyone around.

you roll your eyes at his protection and unbutton your skirt, “take a dip with me.”

“no?! y/n, that water is freezing...”

you pull down your pants to reveal a small pair of matching lacy panties that matt can barely see in the dark but he just knows would send him over the edge.

“matttt,” you pout and bring his hands to your exposed ass, lifting his chin to capture his lips in your own, “please?” you look up at him.

he pinched his eyes shut, “baby, put your clothes back on…”

“alright be lame,” you take his hands off of you and run into the empty beach with a freeing laugh.

matt stands there, not wanting to yell and draw attention to you both, but also not wanting to freeze to death.

“matt! the water’s not even that cold, come here!” you exclaim, wading in the shallow water.

“no, i’ll just wait here until you’re done cooling off…”

“matt, please! what if i-” you pretend to fall backwards and start to fake a drowning scene that has him undressing to his boxers quickly.

he ignores the rush in his blood from the surprise of the water’s temperature in favor of getting you out of there. he calls your name over and over, the pitch black look of the ocean doing absolutely nothing to help.

he’s pretty freaked out when you come back up and jump on his back yelling, “you saved me! you saved me!” with a cackle.

matt immediately groans and slaps the water, “fuck you, why would you ever do some shit like that?!”

you giggle and he throws you off his back easily, turning around to be face to face with you as you wipe your eyes, “oh my god matt, my mascara’s gonna run!”

“maybe we should think of these things before running into the ocean?”

you stop wiping underneath your eyes to forcefully push him under the water, giggling at the sound of the crash and his “don’t-!” right before.

“no more,” he spits out water and scolds you when he comes back up, inching closer to you and holding you by your hips as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“okay,” you agree and go to kiss his wet face just as he quickly unhooks you and throws you back under.

“matt!” you squeal as you resurface to hear him laughing, “dude, i’m gonna kill you.”

“truce, truce, truce!” he repeats and backs away from you.

“yeah, you better run,” you threaten.

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“your eyelashes are like sooo long when they’re wet,” you compliment as you stare at matt under the moon’s light.

he pulls you closer him to stop his mouth from chattering due to the cold, “i’ll give you my lash routine,” he jokes.

“i realized something when we got off the phone the other day,” you bring up, as your eyes run over each of his facial features.

“tell me,” he rolls his icy lips into his mouth.

“i never said sorry for being nasty to you on your birthday.”

matt’s eyes squint, “it’s fine, i’m not hung up on that shit. we said we’re good, right?”

“yes, but-”

“alright then,” he shrugs and squeezes your ass in reassurance.

a smile graces your face and and you let your head fall to his shoulder, whispering, “matt…i’m cold now.”

“i’ve been waiting for you to say that, oh my god!”

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you both suffer as you put your clothes back on over your wet skin. you’re both chattering messes and simply cannot stop laughing about it as you make your way back to the boardwalk’s strip of raging bright lights.

you don’t get far before you’re begging matt to win you an oversized faux fur leopard print coat, “it’s just what i need, please!”

and he’s spent almost two twenties replaying this stupid game over and over again. you’re a pretty good cheerleader though.

“come on matt, you got it this time! no pressure! it’s only like i’m dying of hypothermia!” he deadpans as he looks over to you, “what?”

it was a simple game of ring toss- that was most definitely rigged, but besides you reminding him this and saying you didn’t need the coat that much, the stand runner’s comments doubting matt was enough to fuel him to continue playing until he wins.

and somehow he tosses the perfect ring, watching it land and swivel around the bottle in victory. you both outwardly celebrate with screams and a very public kiss, that the two of you just can’t stop sharing today.

“congratulations,” the employee boredly says.

“thank you sir, thank you.” matt then obnoxiously turns around and yells out a speech to the random passersby “i wanna thank my mother, my grandmother, brothers, dog, and you people for giving me this opportunity to win something so grand for my sweet sunshine!” you stop giggling to give a royal wave to the many people judging the two of you, “thank you santa monica!” he blows a kiss and you both spin around to claim your prize.

“you two are like cartoon characters,” the stand runner says. and as soon as you start to grin at him he corrects, “that wasn’t a compliment.”

“whatever man, just give the pretty girl the fucking coat,” matt blinks at him. as the man walks away to grab the fluff off of the rack a few people stop by the table and matt warns them, “if i were you i’d keep walkin’, this guy’s a first-class hater.”

you drag matt by his arm back over to you, “did you take your socially-overbearing pills today?!”

“i have no clue, i think im too cold for my brain to process embarrassment anymore.”

“here’s that coat,” the man hands you it with a shake of his head.

“thank you, sir!” you exclaim and immediately fit your arms from the sleeves, “this is everything i’ve ever wanted!” you say as your jaw goes slack.

“you look good,” matt agrees, “you also look warm, so now i’m jealous.”

“let’s go get you something warm, baby.”

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after a trip to a random gift shop for a hoodie, matt whined about needing real food so bad.

so the two of you stand at the hostess stand in a small mexican restaurant on the strip.

“for two?”

“yes, thank you.”

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, okay?” matt speaks close to your ear and you simply nod and watch him walk off.

you wait a few moments before the hostess offers to take you to your table, “did you want to go sit now or wait for your boyfriend?” she asks kindly.

you try not to make it so apparent that you enjoy the idea of you being matt’s girlfriend, “yeah, i can sit now, he’ll find me.”

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“i’ll have the chicken burrito please with extra rice,” matt orders as he sits across from you.

“and i’ll have the four birria tacos please,” you hand her the menu kindly.

you both are bundled up ridiculously with frizzy hair and barely-dry clothes, you’re surprised anyone agreed to serve you.

“alright, that should be out shortly!”

when she walks away matt asks, “why didn’t you get a drink? i’m just curious.”

“i swore off drinking until my birthday,” you shrug and fall back into the plush of the booth.

“mm, not smoking either?” he sips his water.

“i mean i haven’t smoked since early august but no i didn’t purposely stop.”

matt nods, “well if you were to drink, what are you ordering? i usually go for a corona but i wanna try something different.”

“oh strawberry margarita, a hundred percent. hits everytime.”

“i’ve never had a margarita so i’ll try it.”

your jaw drops, “hell yeah you’re gonna try it, i can’t believe you!”

“what can i say?” matt shrugs.

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matt plays with the toothpick in his mouth as you both sit in your spots for the bus ride home. he got to enjoy his first margarita and you took multiple pictures to document it, he bought you churros to go, and now you both are the most tired you’ve been in a while.

you quietly respond to texts that andrea sent you hours ago, asking what you’re doing and if you’ll be home soon, while matt lays his head on your shoulder sleepily.

eventually you shut your phone off and calmly rest your head against the chilled window for the rest of the ride.

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hii! I saw that you were taking requests,if you’re okay with this one could I request bf!jungkook and black!reader that won’t stop smacking his gf’s bum? And if you’re fine with pet names can they be (mama/mamas) i hope this isn’t too much and love your writing btw ^^ ♡

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╝ one-shot ╔

╰₊ 𓂂➢ pairing: idol!jungkook x black!reader

╰₊ 𓂂➢ genre: established relationship, fluff, smut

��₊ 𓂂➢warn!ngs: ass spanking/smacking, sensual massaging, teasing, oral (male receiving), hair pulling

╰₊ 𓂂➢ summary: your idol boyfriend whom you barely see, surprises you at home on a random friday afternoon. the two of you make up for lost time.

╰₊ 𓂂➢ word count: 2.1K words

╰₊ 𓂂➢ author’s note: i’m so sorry that this took me so long. i was severely behind on schedule TT. (thanks for requesting this— i enjoyed writing it!!)

The last thing you expected to see coming home from work is the house decked out with candles and rose petals creating an alluring trail throughout the walkway of your shared home. With whom you stay with your boyfriend— who (undoubtedly) put this whole thing together.

It’s exceedingly surprising to see your boyfriend stalking down the stairs in his comfy grey sweatpants and a white tank top.

The idol is usually off and away at the studio whenever you arrive home from work— especially on weekends. Coming in the house late at night, leaving the two of you with barely an hour of alone time before either one of you passes out. The simple fact that Jungkook is in this house before noon is a miracle. And you don’t feel the need to question it any longer. Not at all. You set your work bag on the ground, hurriedly taking off your shoes to sprint over to your fluffy haired boyfriend.

“What are you doing here?” You say into his chest once you’re fully embraced by his strong tatted arms. You could cry, you missed being held in his arms so much. He softly kissed your forehead. “They sent us home early for the day.” He briefly explains, only focusing on you. You look up at him, “what’s all of this for?” Jungkook smiles down at you, yearning and desire laced in his eyes.

“I figured that since I haven’t seen you in like forever, I’d do something special for you, mama.” You giggle before removing yourself from his hold. “You saw me three days ago babe.” You sarcastically correct as you strut up the stairs to your bedroom, Jungkook follows closely behind.

“Yeah but like, three days ago feels like ages. You know I have separation anxiety.” He partially jokes. He doesn’t have separation anxiety, he’s just needy for your attention and physical touch is his love language. Surely, three days without touching you is equivalent to death.

“Didn’t you miss me, mamas?” He lowly mutters in that sexy little bedroom voice he knows you love; sneaking up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. Gets you every time. “Of course I missed you. So much.” You turn around to face him, standing on your toes to place a long sensual kiss on his lips. His lip rings’ tickling your lips as you do.

“Good,” he says softly. “Because I’m cooking dinner tonight. So you go ahead and get your sexy ass in the shower and meet me down stairs.” He finishes with a smack on your thick rump making you jump and look back at him as he makes his way down the stairs.

You soon settle in the shower, lathering your body with smell goods and eventually even washing your hair which you never seem to have the time to do. Feeling yourself decompress as the steaming water massages your scalp. When you get out the shower you are (once again) surprised to see Jungkook standing there waiting for you. You eye him suspiciously while you grab a towel to wrap around your wet hair. “What are you doing?” He shrugs. “Nothing mamas. Can’t watch my beautiful girlfriend step out the shower?” He says smugly taking a step towards your wet body. “Thought you told me to meet you downstairs.” You arch your brow and without hesitation he lifts you off of your feet, your naked body lamely folding over his shoulder as you deliriously plead for him to let you down.

He isn’t an inch phased by your feeble punches to his back. Instead he lowly chuckles, sending a loud and heavy smack to your ass before gently tossing you on the bed. He comes to hover over you to which you kick him in his knee making him retract his movements, groaning.

“You deserve it!” You growl and he nods his head in agreement. “You’re right, you’re right.” He says, slowly traveling his hands up your legs to your thighs. “Sorry mamas.” You lightly moan at the added pressure. Slowly unraveling underneath his touch. His thumbs teasingly outlining your buzzed vag.

“Turn around, lemme massage you.” He demands and you quickly obey straight away, lying on your stomach as Jungkook diligently rub you down, kneading and manipulating your body. You’re very vocal about your pleasure, whining and moaning when Jungkook reaches sensitive spots. It doesn’t go unnoticed the way he pays extra attention to your ass. Generously fondling with the fleshy rump, jiggling it and smacking it around. Whispering opulent praises in your ears, his knees on either side of your body as he takes the time to sprinkle kisses on your back.

You can’t help but grow aroused. You wouldn’t expect any less, the way he’s consistently cajoling soft moans out your mouth with his hands. Yet another one of his god gifting talents. However, before it could go any farther he removes his hands and mouth from your body, flipping you over.

You’re literally breathless despite not moving an inch since he threw your body on the bed. Jungkook continues showing your body love; hasn’t been able to touch your body to his liking and satisfaction in weeks. He takes in your figure displayed in front of him as if it’s his first time seeing you like this.

He slowly and erotically drags his tongue up your abdomen to your neck, flicking his tongue off your chin before taking your mouth in his. When he breaks the kiss you urgently chase his lips. He moans into your mouth, feeding into your hunger. Your hands roaming his bulging biceps and broad shoulders.

Pulling away to catch your breath, Jungkook takes his time marking your neck and gently playing with your perky tits. Your hands are stuffed in his mane of hair, helping you control the anticipation as he trails passion marks down your breast, to your stomach. When his mouth is a few open mouth kisses away from your pretty pussy he eyes you, immediately satisfied with your fucked out expression. After placing a feathery peck on essence he gets off the bed leaving you absolutely baffled. “Get dressed, mama. Dinner’s almost ready.” He exits the room and you scoff, mindlessly scanning the state of the room as you process everything.

You’re not sure what kind of prolonged foreplay Jungkook has going on but it’s leaving you hot and bothered. Furthermore, you’re frustrated as you get up to search for a comfy pair of pajamas.

When you get downstairs you see Jungkook tussling with chocolate covered strawberries he made (that are stuck to the tray). His eyebrows furrowed as he spews out various curse words. “What’s that!” You sing out with a bright smile on your face which instantly calms Jungkook down a bit. “These strawberries are being stubborn— can’t get them off.” He pouts and you stalk over to him. “Lemme see if I can help.” You scoot in front of him, taking his place in front of the tray of strawberries. And as if you posses some sort of magical powers, you effortlessly lift a strawberry. Turning around to see Jungkook face, all he could do is smile lovingly at you.

“You’re literally an angel.” He says and pecks your lips. Your body warms at the sight of his smiling face. He smacks your bum before walking off to grab the food from the kitchen to which you simply shake your head.

The two of you eat your dinner while catching up on everything that occurred during the last month. His music that he’s been working on nonstop and your time with the kids at school.

Enjoying the amazing food that Jungkook cooked for you and actually spending time with your busy boyfriend. After dinner, you decide to watch a movie with Jungkook in the living room. You pour the two of you a glass of red wine, gracefully carrying it as you trek to the couch.

“Thank you, mama” He says when he sees the two glasses in your hand. You hum, slowly bending over to set the glasses on the coffee table, careful not to spill anything. The cotton pajama shorts you’re sporting rises up your thigh, showing off the curve of your ass, exposing the pleasant sight to Jungkook. And of course, like an uncontrollable reflex he goes to smack your bum, watching the thick flesh ripple by impact. You jump and quickly turn around, glaring down at your cheeky boyfriend. “Seriously Jeon, what’s with my ass today?” The lecture ends with laughter because you just cannot take his goofy smile seriously.

“Nothing. I just love your ass.” He lamely explains, wrapping his arms around you to squeeze your notorious cheeks in his hands whilst pulling you down on top of him. “And it’s all mine. You’re all mine.” His tongue slips out his mouth to wet his lips and you take the opportunity to kiss the pair.

The movie ends before it even begins. The home screen resting open on the television while you desperately pine for your hot, hunky boyfriend to fuck you silly. You leave red marks along his neck, identical to the ones he gave you. His strong hands rests on your ass as you eagerly grind your clothed pussy against his growing bulge. You easily grow impatient, removing yourself off of his lap and lowering yourself on your knees in front of the man.

He bites his lips at the sight, enthusiastically awaiting the next series of events. A load grunt escapes his lips as you grip his heavy bulge in the palm of your hand. Much like you, Jungkook doesn’t appreciate teasing. He hurriedly slips his grey sweats down his thighs, his dick springing up against his stomach. “You free balling is nuts.” You chuckle and grab his veiny length in your hand.

“Easy access, mama. You know what to do.” His voice lowers a register and you in fact do know what to do. Lightly smacking his tip on your tongue before closing your mouth around it. His brows furrowed together as he looks down at the pornographic scene. You lower your head making his length disappear in your mouth, nose hitting his lower abdomen, deep throating his fat cock. You lift up once a choke threatens to break out.

Not even a few seconds later, you wrap your swollen lips around his dick again. The tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat and Jungkook’s low breathy moans floats in the air. “Yes, fuck that feels so good.” His abs clenching and unclenching when he feels his climax nearing. He grabs a fist full of your hair, guiding your head as you suck him off. You eventually allow him take control, letting him thirstily fuck into your throat. Tears streaming down your cheeks as you continuously choke on Jungkook’s girthy length.

“Look at me— shit! Lemme see.” His words slurring as he lovingly caress your face, in contrast to the way he’s brutally thrusting into your throat. You blink away your tears to look up at him and once you do he immediately gasps. His mouth falling agape under your gaze. “Mhmn, I’m gonna cum.” He says breathlessly and your hand reaches to tenderly caress his balls. A loud moan leaves his mouth at the sudden feeling.

“You want me to cum in that pretty mouth of yours mama, hmm?” He asks, smugly smirking and you instantly strain a nod, his dick still thoroughly penetrating your warm mouth. You watch as his face scrunch up in pleasure and seconds later you feel his warm seeds plant in the back of your throat. He slowly lets go of the hold he had on your hair as he sinks into the couch.

You wipe your mouth in satisfaction before standing up, making your way to the television. Not even a successful three steps were made before Jungkook grabs your wrist, pulling you onto him. Your stomach lays flat over his lap and you let out a giggle. “Where ya going?” He leans to the side to see your face. “I was going to turn the movie on.” You respond with a cheeky smile.

Jungkook mockingly shakes his head at you. “I’m not done with you— you don’t get to suck the soul out of me then walk away.” He sexily says which arouses you. Teasingly, you arch your back, sticking your ass up in the air over his lap.

“Mmmm, what are you thinking baby.” You further tease him and, predictably you receive a smack to your ass making you gasp out.

“Show me what you can do with ALL THAT ASS.”

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[irisintheafterglow]

One-Shots

Gojo Satoru

You Are In Love - "you're my best friend," and you knew what it was

...Ready For It? - knew he was a killer first time that I saw him

Hits Different - it hits different 'cause it's you (or, struggling in a situationship with gojo satoru)

Never Grow Up - meeting megumi for the first time

The Archer - all of my enemies started out friends, can he hold on to you?

invisible string - the first time megumi uses ten shadows

even in my worst times, you see the best in me - being the strongest has its downsides, but at least you're suffering with him

life's no fun without a good scare - you have the brilliant idea of playing hide and seek in a corn maze against the most powerful sorcerer in the world. should be fun, right?

it's all me, just don't go (meet me in the afterglow) - satoru is jealous but refuses to admit it.

every dead end street led you straight to me - former fuckboy gojo has some things to say at the top of a mountain

i hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this! - coworkers to lovers with a healthy amount of teenage eavesdropping

Geto Suguru

The Great War - somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed

Back to December - you gave him all your love and all he gave you was goodbye

say you'll remember me - you were destined to fail from the start, so why does it hurt so badly when he's gone?

dazzling haze, mysterious way about you, dear - need some fluff after reading all the angst above?

tell me that you love me, love me 'til my lips turn blue - being partnered with suguru on a mission takes an unexpected turn

what if all i need is you? - after failed attempts to find a date to a relative's birthday party, your best friend acts as your fake boyfriend.

Blurbs/Drabbles

the stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours - holding satoru and letting him rest, even if it's only for a little bit

it took so long to know someone like you - he doesn't know who he is with you and it scares both of you

bad days and blanket burritos - good ol' satoru bf fluff

Imagines/HCs

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse

how gojo and geto react to their partner being obsessed with them (fluffy !!!)

Gojo Satoru

What, like it's hard? -> law student!gojo

general hcs

when he buys a motorcycle

I'm with the band -> rockstar!gojo

rockstar!gojo meet sexyy

the valentine's day show

quiet moments and teaching you guitar

Falling for you, on and off the ice -> hockey player!gojo

someone steals your usual rink slot

watching a game

living in winter, i am your summer - he's terrible at figure skating

Kachow -> professional racer!gojo

on the radio

smoke his ass! - pro racer!gojo needs some motivation after a newcomer to the track pisses him off

Geto Suguru

oops? - satoru finds out that you've been seeing his best friend

a quiet moment in the aquarium

napping with you :)

scare actor!suguru

Save a horse, ride a cowboy -> gunslinger!suguru

gunslinger!geto au

Theta Phi Fuckhead -> enemy frat!suguru

ancient grudge, new mutiny

move fast, keep quiet

half the things that haven't happened yet

Series Masterlists

End Game (volleyball captain!gojo x you) COMPLETED

Co-Parenting Megumi with Satoru COMPLETED

I Don't Wanna Live Forever (gojo x you during shibuya) COMPLETED

#irisintheafterglow masterlist

[chrollohearttags]

nba player! connie and model! reader eye fucking each other on the court, then really fucking each other after the game 🤭

omg new hyperfixation just dropped!! 🥴🥴 I got you!

cw: black fem reader (thick descriptors)hotel/balcony sex, implied oral, backshots, squirting, cumshot

Connie Springer: it was a name that was practically inescapable nowadays. Whether it was for his impeccable skills and stats on the court or his devilishly handsome looks off of it. The NBA’s hottest new rising star; a generational talent that had captured the attention of many, including (y/n) (l/n), who had become somewhat of a prominent figure in the fashion and modeling world over the past few years.

A woman who was as bodacious as you were beautiful, turned heads with every room you walked in. Like a goddess traipsing amongst men..you were an absolute vision of perfection. The same sentiment was mirrored when you stepped foot into the arena for the playoffs game tonight. Telfar in hand, Giuseppe heels on your feet and a Marine Serre bodysuit that practically clung to your curvaceous figure. Sitting court side as many other infamous celebs had done before, (y/n) observed the activities up and down the court, watching the players run drills and get prepared before the game began..even occasionally stealing glances at the camera. It was while you were doing so that you’d catch the attention of number 21, the fine ass point guard with the butter pecan complexion, two sleeves of tattoos trailing down his arms and diamond earrings reminiscent of early Iverson’s. What you wouldn’t give to have something like that on your own roster..but you weren’t alone in your dirty little train of thought. The way that ass was moving when you walked by? He damn near lost all focus and control. Admittedly, he had seen you on Instagram and Twitter a couple times, wanting to hop in your DM’s but figured they’d probably go unanswered as you probably had a laundry list of men chomping at the bit to get with you..still, it wouldn’t stop him from shooting his shot in person!..no pun intended. So the game would kickoff as any other had in the past. Connie is to no one’s surprise, stealing the spotlight like he owns it. Playing his ass off, doing all of his award winning antics and scoring mad points for his team. Everyone was so impressed and (y/n) was no exception..the entire time though? His attention was on you…stealing glances at one another through sultry glares. You couldn’t help but ogle that sweat sheened body and he couldn’t help but do the same. When it came time for intermission, you tried your hardest to look inconspicuous but when he sat down, towel draped around his neck as he squeezed that water bottle and let the fluid squirt into his open mouth..you had to clutch your thighs together immediately! You had never felt something like this…it didn’t help when his gaze shot towards you seconds after. It was getting more than obvious that the two of you had your own side game going on outside of the one taking place. Fluttering those big fluffy lashes..(y/n) kept a keen eye on him for the second half, even tossing him a wink or two when he made a basket. Just for that, he had to flex a little bit! Springer was playing like someone had lit a fire underneath him, pulling out every stop he thought would impress the one he had his sights set on. Up and down the court, tossing free throws as if it were child’s play..shooting you a very confident smirk each time he did so. Tucking your lip between your teeth, your deep set eyes fixated on him until the end of the game. If he didn’t come over and say something, you’d surely be making your way in his direction to break the ice. Little did you know a simple hello and some constant eye contact would be the start of a very interesting night.

it would only take a few hours and five shots of Hennessy at an after party for you to find the courage you needed to turn that subtle silent flirting into a fury of passion. “I’m Connie. I seen you out there…thought I’d come see what was up wit’ you.” And the second he did so, it was lust at first sight. So it came as no surprise when he invited you up to his room, sat you on his bed and started spitting game, that your clothes would wind up twisted in a pile on the ground, shoes discarded at the door and you two fucking like animals on the fourth floor balcony of the DoubleTree hotel. It wasn’t something you’d normally done. An esteemed model hooking up with a star baller in some illustrious one might stand? Oh, the tabloids would be going crazy off of this. But for now, he’d just keep you bent over; leg hoisted over that railing as his balls slapped vehemently against your clit. His tattooed hand cradling your throat with a vice grip as your tongue dangled from your mouth. “Ooh fuck!…this dick feels so good..” crying out into the night air as this man…this complete and total stranger outside of his namesake brought you to yet another climax. “Ah…damn baby, I ain’t never had a squirter before..this pussy some pressure..shit.” Having started this steamy little affair in between the sheets where he looked you dead in your eyes, chain dangling above your forehead as he fucked you slowly. A hand on the headboard and your thick, trembling legs laid across his shoulders. Creaming and making an absolute mess of his cock…shortly after finding yourself riding him atop the suede carpet so that you could keep your balance and bounce on his dick the way you really wanted to. In a way that would have him flying you out to every city he played in. To now being hit from the back atop a balcony for potential passerby’s to see. However, his only focus was you and vice versa. Turning to look back at him, you’d flick your tongue and grin. “That’s because you’ve never fucked somebody like me…” and after this? he didn’t think he could ever mess with anyone else the same.

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[rin-vana]

⠀⠀⠀⠀───◌┈┈─── ♡ 𝇄 𝇃 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄 ┋ 𝐅𝐓. 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎'𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀

⎯⎯ ( 𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 ) : Miguel O'Hara x Reader

⎯⎯ ( 𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎 ) : You know Miguel always exerts himself as a leader and protector, so it's no surprise he comes home a little beat up every other night. Wanting to take care of him, you push past his stubbornness and ultimately help him alleviate his stress.

⎯⎯ ( 𝘾.𝙒. ) : Domestic, Miguel is a sarcastic stubborn lil shit but we love it, reader is obviously his partner/wife, lots of playful banter, mentions of being naked obviously but no sex, super fluffy tho </3

⎯⎯ ( 𝙒.𝘾. ) : 1,239

⎯⎯ ( 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎 ) : I know I said I was gonna write porn of him, but I wanted to write smth short n sweet instead ! Dw tho, smut game will return 🤞🏽

”𝑀𝐼𝐺𝑈𝐸𝐿?”

Your voice carried through your skyrise apartment, ricocheting off the walls coming from where you stood in the kitchen. You called out to the man who so graciously made his entrance through your bedroom window. How do you know if you're not in the same room? He made quite the loud thud as he let himself into your home.

”Maldita sea. I'm fine, gimme a minute.”

With a voice more hoarse and rough, it was safe to make the assumption that he hurt himself on his anomaly chase. His intrusions would never alert you to this degree since he'd be more stealthy, and above all wouldn't want to worry you, but tonight wasn't the case. Your feet carried you from the kitchen into your bedroom, revealing a very battered and bruised Miguel who held onto his shoulder as he plopped himself down on your bed. His eyes were fixated on the pristine white city beyond your window, not meeting your gaze as you approached him.

Based on how stiff he got when you stood in front of him, he definitely felt some sort of shame. But it was clear it wasn't the time to tease him, so you left wordlessly and entered your bathroom. Returning with bandages and hydrogen peroxide, you sat beside him, but was met with clear hesitancy.

”I told you I'm fine.”

You didn't even spare him a glance as you had already begun wiping a cotton swab with the liquid on his scar. ”Tell that to your clearly injured body.”

”I could've handled this myself–”

”Being stubborn won't get you nowhere, Miguel.”

It was in his best interests to stay silent after that, not wanting to go back and forth any further because it'd lead to him eventually admitting you were right. With the occasional wince and retract of his body, you bandaged up his bloodied shoulder wordlessly and left him to his own thoughts as you went to put everything away.

It was pushing around three in the morning. Miguel had failed to realize how long he stayed out until now, but it was out of his control what issues suddenly sprung. And he dealt with them accordingly, but he didn't always leave unscathed. When it came to patching himself up, usually he'd do it on his own, but ever since he found trust in your care, you took over that job.

”Miguel.”

Your voice called out from behind him, so he turned around – still sitting on your bed – and saw you in nothing but a bathrobe. His right eyebrow characteristically shot up, his eyes very carefully following your frame. ”You need to take a bath.”

Instinctively, he opened his mouth to protest. ”I'm—”

”Before you say "no," you need to. Let me take care of you.”

Miguel heard the sound of water running in the bathroom connected to the bedroom, and after pondering for a few beats, he rose to his feet and took long strides to where you stood. You had a smile of satisfaction seeing your big lover give in to your obviously correct suggestion, and even he chuckled faintly under his breath.

”Don't take this as you winning, 'M only doing this so you don't whine,” he asserted as he began walking past you and into the tiled room, you following closely in pursuit. ”Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

It wasn't long before you got Miguel fully situated in the tub. But it was different from your usual set-up. You had your back against the marble edge, Miguel's head planted gently on your naked breasts as he laid himself in between your legs. Most of his body was submerged in the steaming water, and you could feel the way his tense trapezius and deltoids began to diminish. You even lit a candle.

”How was the anomaly this time?”

As much as you both loved silence, it was in the dead of night, during moments like this, where you knew you had Miguel to yourself. A low rumble reverberated throughout his entire being, a hum before giving you an answer. ”Nada demasiado complicado.”

Your hands grabbed a small cloth, lathering in soapy texture and running it over his shoulders as you responded. ”"Nothing complicated" and yet you look like you fought three of 'em.”

”They ganged up on me. Lyla didn't warn me in time.” His tone was nothing short of witty, and even with his eyes closed you could make out the ludic expression on his face.

”Yeah. Blame the AI, right?”

”I'm serious.”

”Of course you are.” Your banter ended in a small laugh on your part, a smile of contemptment on his. Miguel submitted yourself to your care, maneuvering his body in ways that allowed you to clean the dirt off him from the previous day thoroughly. Your fingers trailed all over his wet body. From the sides of his rib cage where he was most ticklish, to his thighs that laxed the more you massaged. Your hands worked like magic, bringing the large man multiple waves of relief that soothed the stress he endured.

The bath session lasted for about forty-five minutes, much shorter than your usual time. But Miguel was clearly fatigued and wanted to be in bed, so you cut your time short and promptly dried yourselves off before getting dressed in nothing but underwear and a bonnet, Miguel also only clad in briefs. It's a level of comfortability he cherished, allowing himself to be vulnerable enough again, when there was a long period of time where he couldn't do that.

Wordlessly he laid himself on the bed, allowing the mattress to practically engulf him with the most long winded groan you've heard from him. ”¿Comfortable, príncipe?”

”I am not a damn prince–” He mumbled while giving you a partial side eye as you climbed yourself in bed beside him.

All you gave him was a small "but you were being treated like one" before you were quickly tugged towards his body by a hand on your thigh, your head meeting his chest with a soft collision. Miguel was never one for too much cuddling, but the one consistency was that he always had at least one arm around you at all times throughout the night. If you went to the bathroom? He knew. If you left to get something to drink? He was aware of it. Call it protective, but too much happened in his past for him to let another opportunity of safety slip through his fingers and irresponsibility yet again.

And it's with that thought that he speaks. ”...Gracias.. por el baño.”

”Mm? Sorry, what was that?” You responded with enough sarcasm to make the large man groan. You smiled with your eyes closed, hand coming up to rest on his lower abdomen.

”I said thank you. For the bath.. and the.. bandaging my arm.”

A huff of endearment left your nostrils, peeling your eyes open to meet his deep brown ones. Your lips met his cheekbone, leaving a long lasting peck before you rested your head on his chest again, a content smile on your face.

”You're welcome Miggy.”

You fell into slumber quickly, your breathing becoming more steady as your features relaxed. Miguel felt your heart beating steady against his side, and confirming you were fully asleep due to his acute senses, he whispered into the night, a secret that he only had the courage to utter when no other soul could hear.

”Te amo y buenas noches, [ Name ].”

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[wxnheart]

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐚, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐰𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Part I, Part II (NSFW), Part III, Part IV (NSFW)

...Because nothing says 'Home Sweet Home' like domestic drama and chaos brought to you by Yours Truly.

You reason that there's a method to your madness but, um... yeah, that may have gone out the window long ago. There's no method. Not really. You all are just mad and it works. Somehow.

Speaking of domestic life, it turns out that König's quite the jack of all trades in the kitchen. You and Simon later find out that he took up various hobbies growing up because he was so damn restless as a teenager (like hell that's changed) and he fell in love with cooking; apparently, that is one of the very few things that help calm his anxious energy. That and maybe pissing Ghost off. Maybe (read: ABSOLUTELY). Just know that König's hands always have to be busy. As such, he's the resident cook of you three.

König also finds comfort in walking Lola/Königin/Pup (your precious Doberman puppy that has three names because you three can't agree on one). When he walks her, König takes her on pretty lengthy treks. It really helps because she's pretty energetic.

Ghost is quite the handyman. He's actually really good at putting together furniture or making small repairs. Of course he is. He learned from the absolute fucking best... didn't he, pa?

You and König are banned from this because shit either a.) doesn't even get put together because of reasons or b.) falls apart because you two are horrible at reading the directions.

You bought them both aprons as a gag present. A gag present that König took seriously and wears every time he cooks. You're still trying to get Simon to wear his. Preferably naked. And yes, come hell or high water, he WILL wear it, goddamnit!

You're absolutely amazing at holding the fort down and keeping the house tidy. More often than not, you're the one who knows where the boys keep their stuff.

You also have an affinity for candles and/or incense and as such, the house ALWAYS smells heavenly. König and Simon have since equated this to safety and it's usually the marker for them to de-stress.

If Simon arrives home late at night from an assignment, he makes himself home on the couch so as not to wake you. If König arrives home late at night, he will very much sploot on the both of you in bed. Simon never fails to respond with an annoyed (and lowkey grateful) grunt.

Simon keeps track of the house's necessities. He's the one who makes the shopping lists and they are very organized.

Funnily enough, he's also the reason why Lola has an abundance of toys because he fucking spoils her even though he denies it. ("Denial's not only a river in Egypt, Simon." "....")

The numerous toys also take her attention away from his and König's masks and gloves.

Ghost's Pillow Princess status also ensures that every pillow on the bed is nice, soft, plump, and fluffy. He also likes making the bed every morning when he's home. König once again joked about his nickname and Simon smacked him with a pillow. And shot you a glare when you laughed.

König has a tendency to practically sleep under you or Simon. What this really means is that come morning, you're likely to wake up under a slumbering mass of muscles.

#cutie 𝓠. #request fill. #simon ghost riley #konig #könig #simon riley x reader #konig x reader #könig x reader #call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty modern warfare #konig x reader x ghost #task force 141 #just 141 things. #just ghostly things. #just kingly things. #poly palooza.

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Doughnuts and Shell Casings 2

one shot series // part 2 of 3

summary: you finally gather the courage to leave your routine and do something different. your expectations are blown out of the water as you meet your soulmates in a less-than-expected way.

genre: soulmate au, bts au, mafia au, poly au,

pairing: mafia bts x innocent reader

warnings: robberies/break-ins, kidnapping, allusions to murder, bruises, mafia bangtan, weapon use, very touchy bangtan, protective bangtan, possessive bangtan,

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masterlist // one-shot masterlist // part 1

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It was Friday morning, meaning it was your turn for the normal errands. This time, it actually meant getting more safety enclosures and items for the café and for your own apartment. You had been unsurprisingly shaken and uncomfortable being alone since the incident at the restaurant a couple weeks back.

This meant you had spent the past couple weeks either staying in the studio apartment above the café, or with the girls in their home. You hadn’t been back to your own apartment besides the first night when you went with Jeongyeon and Mina to get some clothes and other necessities. The girls were fine with this, and even encouraged it, Tzuyu saying it would be like having a big sleepover.

But unfortunately for you, today would be one where you venture out alone. Chaeyoung and Momo were supposed to be going with you but Chae got called in to retake an exam she missed in the midst of the restaurant incident and Momo had a family emergency. 

This meant you were walking out of the house alone accompanied by the small canister of pepper spray Nayeon had bought for you that went on your little keychain.

“Okay, Y/n, you can do this.” You mutter to yourself, trying to hype yourself up as you walk down the front steps and onto the sidewalk. 

You didn’t have a car, nor did you see yourself needing one. You and the girls both lived in neighborhoods that were close to the café and the girls’ school along with a bunch of shops and other necessities. It was nice for days like this, where you needed the fresh air, but also awful because you didn’t want to be alone right now.

You had your small backpack on your back along with your keys and phone in your jacket pockets, your beanie keeping your head warm on the cold morning. The hardware shop was only a couple blocks away, and you hoped that you were walking fast enough to make it before it got super busy.

Ever since the restaurant, a lot of people and businesses were taking the precautions to up their own security and were taking the steps you were now. You planned to get a good alarm system for the café, one that included a camera aimed at the entrances and the exits, including the cafes back exit you used for shipments. 

You were also going to buy a couple of deadbolts for the café and for your own home. You weren’t allowed to get any system that had a camera at your apartment, the manager claiming it infringed upon the privacy of the other residents.

Nayeon and Jeongyeon got really mad at that one.

By the time you made it to the hardware store, you were already shaking. Every time you had gone somewhere, even with the girls, you always felt eyes on you. This time was no different even if you could never figure out where the feeling was coming from.

“Good morning! Welcome into Ace Hardware. Is there anything we can help you with today?” The front clerk asked as soon as the doors opened to the store, you walk inside and wiping off your boots.

You shake your head as you grabbed one of the little baskets by the door, thanking them before making your way to where you knew the security hardware was located. Dahyun had gone with you the other day to look at all of the options, her phone on speaker with Nayeon and Jihyo as you perused.

You noticed it was pretty quiet as you looked for the items on your list. It was kind of nice as you didn’t have any distractions to deter you from finding everything on your list. It took you some time, but once you had everything in your little basket, you began to make your way to the front.

You didn’t know where your mind went, but you looked down every aisle you passed as you moved to the front of the store, every aisle empty as you walked. You narrowed your eyebrows, the little voice in the back of your head telling you to run, that something was seriously wrong… and boy, do you wish you listened to it.

Instead of dropping your things and leaving, you stepped up to the counter, where the man from before stood, leaning against the counter and watching your every move.

‘Uhm, hello. I just need these.” You spoke up, voice proud your voice didn’t waver as you placed your basket up onto the counter. The man nodded, eyes on you as he scanned your items.

“I don’t think you’ll need these.” He was blunt, shrugging his shoulders as he pressed enter on his keyboard to continue the transaction.

“Excuse me?” You weren’t sure you heard him correctly.

“I said you won’t need these.” Your eyebrow quirked at his words, at his own nonchalance.

“Well, I’m not sure who you are to tell me if I need these or not.” You watched his lips grow into a grin, making you step back into a body you didn’t know had shown up.

You jump as you back into the man, turning to say you were sorry when you look up. It was one of the men from the restaurant, the one who killed the owner and the employee in front of you. Eyes widening, you try to move away only for his arms to snake around your waist and turn you around so your back was pressed against his front.

“Hello, baby. Did you miss me?” You could feel his warm breath on the back of your neck as he moved your hair away from your back, his nose pressing against your pulse point as you try not to cry. The cashier leans over the counter and wipes away a tear, his thumb pressing into your cheek as you try to move away.

“I meant; you won’t need these measly measures of protection when you have us.” His words brush against your cheek as he moves in, not caring that you flinch as his lips press against the skin he pressed his thumb into.

As he moves back across the counter, he shoves your items onto the floor and slides across the counter, standing in front of you.

“Alright, where are the other two?” He brings his hand up to caress your jaw as he speaks, the man holding you still pressing his nose against your pulse point as he rubs down your sides.

“Probably in the back…” His lips brush against your neck as he speaks, his words tapering off with some insinuation that you don’t understand. The man in front of you only nods, gesturing to something behind you as he moves off to the side and through one of the aisles.

You try to take this as an opportunity to leave, your hands going to the ones on your side and yanking them off you, only to make it three feet away and being yanked back into their embrace.

“Aww, little one, that hurts my feelings.” He pulled you back over to the counter, moving one hand up your abdomen and to your neck, like the other man, but instead he brought his hand to cover the expanse of your neck, tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder.

“That’s not very nice of you.” Footsteps make their way to where you and the man from the restaurant were; a slight chuckle leaving the new person.

“Jimin-ah, not here.” The man, Jimin, laughs as he kisses your temple.

His grip loosens on your neck, letting your head fall forward a little to see the man before, his blonde hair now a little messed up as he holds a couple things in his hand.

“I see V had his fun.” Jimin smirks at his hyung, noticing his swollen lips and messed up hair. The man only smirks as he moves to stand in front of you again.

“Sorry about this, kitten. Can’t have you trying to run.” Your eyes widen at his words as he holds up some rope and a sack. You shake your head, pleading with them. They both just look down at you with pity as Jimin ties your hands up and the man, Yoongi, places the sack over your head.

“Take her to the car.” The man’s words were sharp, leaving no room for arguments as Jimin pushes you to walk, hands on your hips as he guides you outside. You stumble as you make it out the doors, his grip tightening on you.

“We can’t have you hurting yourself, can we.” His words shake you even more, your body tense and your hands clenched into fists as you dig your fingernails into your palm.

You knew you weren’t getting out of this.

The feeling in your body told you that you were done for.

“Here we go…” Jimin muttered as he walked you up to the van, opening the sliding door and picking you up, grinning at the gasp that leaves your lips as he jumps into the van, closing the door behind him and pulling you onto his lap, securing the seatbelt over the both of you.  

You were silent, not wanting to make a sound and make anyone angry. You had no clue who these people were, but you knew they were capable of anything if you go by what happened at the restaurant. You had no clue if they would hurt you, but you wouldn’t put it past them.

So, you remained silent and still.

The feeling of his hand rubbing up and down your jean covered thigh made you want to vomit, even more so as your body started to relax against him against your own volition. You held back a sob as the doors opened, voices joining the silence as the vehicle started.

“How is she Jiminie?” A familiar voice asked the man under you.

“Tense. I think our baby is scared.” Jimin’s voice was teasing, his hand squeezing your thigh a little bit before going back to rubbing circles.

“Aww, baby. There is no need to be scared. We’ll keep you safe.” The familiar voice coos at you, a presence moving next to you and another hand resting on your other thigh.

The rest of the car ride consisting of twists and turns that last longer than ten minutes, you tried counting but lost track after Jimin started pressing kisses to your shoulder; you cried. You managed to hold your sobs in, managed to keep silent as you listened to the men talking and joking around.

You could only see a bit of light through the sack over your head, and you knew for sure your wrists were bruised from the rope as you held them to your chest. Your body was starting to ache from how tense you were, your shoulders almost reaching your ears.

The feeling of the vehicle slowing down and stopping caught your attention, only for everything to move quickly once the doors opened. You were being picked up again, a silent gasp leaving your lips as the person holding you moves quickly.

You were becoming numb to everything, your mind trying to protect you from what it thinks could happen. Different scenarios filling your head as you tried to slow your racing heart. It doesn’t work as you feel the man sitting you down on something soft, someone moving to sit behind you and trap you between their legs, your back being pressed to their chest.

Soon enough the sack was being removed from over your head, your hair moving into your face as you struggle to take a deep breath in, suddenly feeling as though you were suffocating.

The person behind you starts to coo, their hands moving, one to wrap around your body and rest on your stomach and the other to brush your hair away from your face. When your vision clears, you see six men, all in various positions, resting in front of you. Your eyes, however, immediately move to the one who stands in front of you, only a couple of feet from where you sit.

You grow uncomfortable under their stares, well, even more uncomfortable than you already were. You begin to squirm in your seat, forgetting that you were trapped in someone’s embrace as their groan reaches your ears, causing you to freeze.

A deep chuckle leaves Namjoon’s lips as he watches you freeze against Jimin. His smile growing as he watches you eye him, as if trying to see if he would do anything to you. Oh, he thinks, the things he would love to do to you.

“Why am I here? What do you want with me?” Namjoon’s eyebrow raises as he hears you ask, your voice unwavering as you try to show no fear. You were impossibly cute, entirely innocent and he knew you were perfect for them.

“Baby girl. You’re too cute.” Jin can’t help but to coo, his words making your shoulders tense up again. You couldn’t understand why these men wanted you, nor why they kept calling you pet names. You saw the men nod their heads, saying their own agreements, ignoring you and your words.

“Answer me!” You shout, trying to remain confident despite the way you were trapped against the man behind you.

“Oohh, looks like our baby has a bite.” One of the men jokes out, making the men all laugh again as your cheeks burn red. Looking away from the men, not wanting to give them any satisfaction of your own annoyance.

To your further annoyance, the one holding you, who you assume to be Jimin, puts his hand on your neck again and turns your head back to face the room again. His thumb rubbing against the side of your jaw in mock comfort.

“You hold something important to us.” The main in the middle, right in front of you, finally speaks up, his voice silencing the others. The room turns from a goofy atmosphere to a silent, serious one, everyone looking at you.

“I—what?” That was absurd, confusion ringing through your ears as you subconsciously relax against Jimin.

Suddenly, the ropes tying your wrists together were being untied. Hands replacing them and holding your hands to your chest, Jimin’s thumbs rubbing circles into the skin of your now really bruised wrist.

“You have something important to us.” The man repeats himself.

“Look, I don’t have any money. I don’t have anything of value. Please.” You couldn’t think. What did you have of importance to them? You didn’t have any money or valuables; the café was doing well but not enough to really by robbed.

“That’s not what he means, baby.” One of the men from the restaurant speaks up, the same one who yelled at the owner not to touch you. His voice was softer this time, the lip piercing glinting in the small bit of sunlight peaking through the windows.

“C’mon little one, why don’t you show him your wrist, hmm?” Jimin coos from behind you, ending his words with a kiss to your now exposed shoulder, your shirt and jacket falling off your shoulder from being manhandled.

You held your wrists tighter to your chest, wincing as he moves his lips up your neck and to your ear, dragging the lobe between his lips and pulling on it.

“There is nothing on my wrist.” You mumble out, hoping they would drop whatever game they were trying to play with you. This wasn’t funny anymore. Nothing made sense. You figured you managed to walk into another burglary at the hardware store, but they didn’t carry in any bags, no evidence of any weight being dropped while you were in the car.

Why would they take you, but leave the money from the store behind?

“Oh. Joonie-ah, did you hear that? Our little mate thinks we’re nothing.” Another man coos, the blonde cashier from the store who obviously wasn’t a cashier. He grins at you, watching as your eyes widen and dart to their names on your wrist.

Kim SJ

Min YG

Jung HS

Kim NJ

Park JM

Kim TH

Jeon JK

The seven names that have been driving you crazy since they appeared on your wrist when you turned thirteen. Despite his teasing tone, your entire body froze, dread and confusion filling your body as his words sink in.

“Don’t believe us, kitten?” At his next words, everyone turns their wrists to you, showing you their own soulmarks. Jimin’s own wrist is turned upwards, your name at the bottom of his own mark. Your hand moves slowly, your pointer finger moving to trace the outline of your name.

“What…?” Your words were a whisper as everything seemed to hit you at once. Why they were so intent on taking care of you at the restaurant, the smiles as they saw your blood covered soul mark.

You barely felt as Jimin moved you around, adjusting you in his lap as his lips placed themselves on the nape of your neck.

“It was fate. We went in for a job, planning on killing everyone inside when that employee was killed in front of you, his hands on yours. We knew before we walked in, seeing your mark from outside as we moved past the window. Plans changed.” Jimin narrated, his voice soft as he remembered seeing your mark through the window as they walked past and into the building.

“We wanted to take you then and there, seeing how unprotected you were, but we knew we couldn’t leave any witnesses. We knew you cared about your friends, seeing how you tried to protect them. We needed a plan.” Taehyung spoke this time, eyes narrowed at your shaky form as you just stared at Jimin’s wrist.

“We’ve been watching you the entire time, making sure our baby was safe. We followed you and you friend, Dahyun, to the hardware store and when you didn’t walk out with anything, we knew you would go back. And thus began our plan to bring you home.” Jungkook’s tone was angry, still upset that you felt you needed useless items to protect you when you had them.

You looked up when they were done talking, eyes soft and unmoving as you felt yourself becoming light. The pieces were connecting. The eyes you felt on your every move had never felt uncomfortable or fearful, just weird. It made sense why you felt so safe within the past week, and not because you were with your friends. Why you felt safe enough to leave the house so much, despite never really feeling the need to before.

You were inadvertently being protected and watched by your soulmates.

You were being watched and protected by men who were criminals by career, maybe even men for hire judging by the way they carried themselves.

And you had never felt safer in your life than when you were in the arms of the man who killed the restaurant staff and caused you and your friends such trauma and turmoil.

“Oh…” Was the only thing to leave your lips, words not being supported within your brain right now as you trace your name on Jimin’s wrist, not noticing the way his eyes roll back into his skull at the feeling of your fingers on him.

-*-*-

“Now, darling, why don’t we show you to our room?” Namjoon speaks up after everyone finally introduced themselves.

You had become completely relaxed in their presence now, not flinching or hiding away when one of them came up to you or touched you. In fact, it seemed like you were leaning into their touch, seeking it out as you walked next to Yoongi as they lead you to their shared room.

Well, now your shared room.

It was customary for mates to start sharing a bed once they found each other. It helps to keep the bond active, to keep everyone from going through withdrawals from distance. Sickness and aches were not uncommon for mates who have some distance between them, especially in the beginning of the bond connecting.

Namjoon led you all down a long hallway, only three doors residing along the walls. The last one on the right held the symbol for the group within the wood of the door. A slight push against the wood had it opening to reveal a large room. 

A custom-made bed, big enough to fit ten, was placed against the far right wall, a curtain canopy attached to the side frame and headboard. On either side of the bed was a nightstand and at the foot of the bed held a two-seater couch with cushions you felt you could fall into.

Opposite the bed was a large dresser and a door that you think leads to the closet. To the left of the bed was another door, opened already to give you a peak of the bathroom. The room was entirely spacious and had you never wanting to leave.

“Do you like it, baby?” Jin’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You nodded your head, too in awe for you to come up with a coherent answer.

His breath on your neck had you taking a breath in, trying to regulate yourself. The feeling of his fingers gripping onto your waist had tingles shooting down your spine. You could suddenly feel every part of your eldest mate pressed against you, the warmth of him sending your own warmth straight to your core.

You clenched your thighs together hoping no one noticed your growing arousal and desire as Jin walked you forward and deeper into the room instead of standing in the open doorway.

But they noticed.

Yoongi and Jungkook walked over to the bed, leaning against the long metal framing holding up the canopy.

“Why don’t you come feel how comfy the bed is. I know I always hate leaving the bed in the mornings.” Yoongi gestured for you to come forward, Jin reluctantly letting go of you.

“More like you never want to leave the bed.” He muttered to himself, getting a pinch on his ass from Namjoon who was standing behind him.

“Okay.” You mutter as you make your way to the large bed, seeing just how comfy it looked up closely. You can even see how soft the blankets look, the fabric practically calling your name as you bring your hand out to press on the mattress, testing it out before turning around to sit on it.

Tentatively, you watch their reactions as you move to lay back on the bed, not wanting to make anyone feel awkward as you lay in their bed. While you are their mate, you can’t help but to overthink. Do they even want you in their bed? They did say this was your room as well now, but did they mean it?

“You are very tempting, darling.” Jin’s eyes roamed up and down your figure, loving the way your thighs practically flattened against his blankets. You noticed the glint in his eyes darken as they caught sight of your lower half. He looked at you with lidded eyes, catching your surprise. You just shrug his words off, not really believing them.

Taehyung watched as you looked away from Jin, sitting back up on the edge of the bed. In the time he has been watching you, he could tell you were self-conscious about yourself, not believing any of the compliments any of your friends or customers had given you.

He quirked his eyebrow at Jimin, who had also observed this little thing of yours. They had already talked about this with each other, which is why Jimin had been so hands on with you. He couldn’t help it, Jimin’s love language was physical touch. He literally could not go minutes without touching one of his mates.

They would make sure their sweet little mate knew how loved she was…even if someone had to die to make it known.

#bts #bts au #bts soulmate #bts soulmate au #bts mafia au #bts hitmen au #bts dark theme #angst #bts polyamory #bts poly #bts poly!au #bts poly au #bts poly! #bts x reader #poly!bts x reader #innocent reader #bts x innocent reader #soulmate au #soulmarks #best friends twice #twice members #bts one shot #purpleyoonn one shot #bts one shot series #purpleyoonn

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Sick Call

Amelia Shepherd x fem!reader Warnings: established relationship, pure unadulterated fluff, seriously so fluffy, sickfic, would that we all had someone taking care of us when we were sick I mean come on Word Count: 0.8k

Summary: You wake up sick in the middle of the night, but your doctor girlfriend won't let you go back to sleep without a full check-up and some taking care of.

You tossed and turned in the bed, head pounding. You’d tried to convince yourself it was just a headache, just allergies, just anything except actual illness. But if your aching head, stuffy nose, and chills were any indication, you were really and truly sick. You coughed and pulled the blankets up to your ears, trying to keep warm. Unable to fall asleep, you propped yourself up to look out the window at the lighted coast and the darkness beyond. Your house was too far away to hear the ocean, but you knew it was there. You fell back down on the pillow with a soft groan, pressing your fingers into your temples. Beside you, Amelia stirred.

“You okay, bean?” Amelia’s voice was gravelly with sleep as she turned to face you.

“Yeah. Just sick. Go back to sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Amelia’s hand shot out of the dark and wrapped around your neck.

“Ow!” you exclaimed.

Amelia sat up. “Your lymph nodes are swollen,” she observed. She moved her hand to your forehead. “And you’re definitely running a fever.” She sat up and turned on a lamp.

You groaned and squinted. “Jesus.”

Amelia launched herself out of bed and strolled into the bathroom.

“Amy,” you protested weakly. “I’m fine. Come back to bed.”

You could hear Amelia rummaging in the bathroom closet. “That’s what you always say.”

“Yes, but eventually I’m always right,” you called, yawning and propping yourself up on your elbow.

Amelia returned to the room carrying several pill bottles, a wet washrag, and a thermometer. “Open up,” she said, pointing the thermometer at your mouth.

You raised your eyebrows. “Amelia. It’s the middle of the night. I have a cold. This is a little overkill, don’t you think?”

Amelia looked around the room, as if gesturing to an invisible audience that this was unbelievable. “I’m sorry, who’s the doctor here?”

You wordlessly rolled your eyes and opened your mouth. Amelia popped the thermometer in and started opening pill bottles.

“Are you gonna pull the doctor card every time I have the sniffles?” you mumbled through the thermometer.

“Yes,” Amelia said. “Now shut up so I can get an accurate read.”

The thermometer beeped and Amelia removed it, peering at the screen. “102.6,” she read. Amelia shook two pills into her hand and opened your water bottle. “Take these.”

“What is it?” you asked, swallowing the pills quickly.

“NyQuil,” said Amelia. “Drink, like, half that water bottle.” She set the bottle of NyQuil and the thermometer on your nightstand.

You drank obediently, then set the water bottle aside. You watched Amelia watching you and felt a surge of love for her furrowed eyebrows, a tell that she was working out how to solve a problem. In this case, the problem was you being sick.

“Now lay down,” Amelia commanded.

You did as you were told, grimacing as you laid your head back down on the pillow and the throbbing resumed.

Amelia leaned over you from her seat on the edge of the bed, brushing a sweaty strand of hair out of your face. She held your head gently, leaned down, and planted a kiss on your forehead. She covered the spot with a cool washrag, letting her fingers linger on your skin a bit longer.

“Thank you, Dr. Shepherd,” you whispered.

“You’re welcome,” Amelia said, walking back to her side of the bed.

Amelia pulled a bottle of hand sanitizer out of her nightstand and squirted some into the palm of her hand.

“Are you using hand sanitizer?” you said, peeking out from under the washcloth.

“Duh. I don’t want your nasty bug.”

“You don’t want to be sick together?”

“Of course not,” Amelia said, pulling up the covers. “I want to be healthy together.”

You sighed. “Fine.”

After a few moments of rustling, Amelia spoke again. “Having established the consistency of the biomarker in a fairly homogenous group of high-risk participants, the broader app–”

“What’s happening right now?” you interjected.

“It’ll take about 30 minutes for the meds to kick in,” Amelia explained. “I’m reading you to sleep.”

“Aw,” you cooed. “That’s so sweet!” You reached over to squeeze Amelia’s thigh.

You couldn’t see it underneath the washrag, but Amelia looked at you with so much love, she thought she might burst. She shook her head and picked up her e-reader again.

“Now, go to sleep and listen to JAMA Neurology.”

You breathed deeply and nodded as Amelia continued reading.

“... the broader applicability of the derived threshold from Oxford Discovery was in a multicenter cohort consisting of a heterogenous group with variable risk of developing PD or related dementia, including GBA1…”

#amelia shepherd #amelia shepherd x reader #amelia shepherd drabble #amelia shepherd one shot #amelia shepherd fluff #grey's anatomy #sickfic

[cinemastyles-backup]

Golden

Summary: Harry invites y/n to where they're filming his Golden music video and things get steamy

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, semi public sex, fingering, unprotected sex, fluffy filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

HS1 HARRY

I look around, still in the most absolute awe about where Harry brought me.

Amalfi Coast in Italy.

It's absolutely beautiful, but I gotta say, there's just one things that absolutely tops it.

And that's Harry.

I rest my chin in my hands as I watch Harry lean up against some rocks for some photos. His arms are crossed and he's wearing this adorable yellow hat with floral print pants.

He looks amazing. Tanned and tattooed. The sun gleaming on him at just the right angles, fuck.

He gets me so turned on without even trying, and he knows it too.

He glances over at me and smirks slightly. He gives me a thumbs up and tilts his head. I nod and smile, giving him a thumbs up back.

He smiles and goes back to looking at the camera, glancing over at me every once and a while.

Eventually, they wrap up the photo session, and Harry walks over to me, "Hey."

"Hey." I stand up and look up at him, "How was your shoot?"

He smiles and shrugs, "Good." He holds his hand out, "I want to show you something."

I take his hand, "Okay." I smile and look down at my hand in his, "Where are we going?"

He looks over at me and smiles, "Just come on."

Harry never let's go of my hand once the whole time we talk to where he's taking me.

"Here we are." He motions, "This was one of the spots I shot my video at and the whole time.." he chuckles slightly, "I kept thinking about bringing you here."

I smile and I can feel my cheeks getting red, "Oh, wow. It's.." I look out at the gorgeous colored water, "It's beautiful." He steps in front of me, "I knew you'd like it."

I look up at him and he cups my cheeks, "Thank you for coming with me."

I lay a hand on his, "I wouldn't have missed this for anything."

He leans in and gently presses his lips to mine, "Want to go for a swim?"

I nod, "Yes."

He takes off his pants, surprisingly having short on underneath, "Smart." I say with a laugh as I lift my tank top over my head.

His eyes flicker over my body and up to my eyes, "Yeah, well, with shooting here and there. I just-" He laughs, "I guess it was smart."

I kick my shorts off and cross my arms over my stomach, my insecurities getting the best of me. Harry walks over and gently touches my arms with his hands, "You don't ever have to cover up around me."

He kisses my forehead and gently pulls my arms away, "You're absolutely stunning, love."

I let my arms drop and I smile shyly, "Thank you." I whisper quietly.

He tilts my chin up and kisses my lips, "Are you afraid of heights?"

I tilt my head, "Huh?"

"Have you ever been cliff jumping?" He continues to stare at me and I slowly shake my head, "No."

"Do you want to?"

I nod my head, trying my best to not show how scared shitless I just got.

He tilts his head, "Are you sure? We do-"

I cut him off, "No I want to." I laugh slightly, "I've always wanted to." He kisses my head and grabs my hand, "Well only go to the small jump first."

He leads me up the path to the first cliff and I slowly look over, "This is a small jump?"

He laughs slightly and shrugs, "Yeah, I guess so."

I take a deep breathe and grip his hand tighter, "Can you jump with me?" He nods and pulls me close to him, "Of course I can. Whenever you're ready, y/n."

I close my eyes and take a deep breathe again, "Okay."

"When we jump, keep your legs straight, okay?" He walks me up to the edge and interlocks his fingers with mine, "You can do it! I'll be right there with you."

I smile and nod, "One, two, three, jump. Okay?"

"Okay. You count off."

I start to count and next thing I know I'm in the air, going down to the water. I let out a scream and hold my breathe before we hit the water.

I start to panic because i let go of Harry's hand and now I can't find him.

I come up to the surface and calm down, spinning in circles looking for Harry.

He swims up behind me and wraps and arm around my waist, "Hey. Hey. I'm right here."

I spin around and wrap my arms around his neck, "That was.. exhilarating." I laugh, "I can't believe I did that."

He smiles at me, "You sure did, come on let's go to the more shallow end." He swims us over to the rocks and stands up, the water just below his shoulders.

"Thank you for making me do that." I swim closer to him, "I wouldn't have done that if you weren't with me."

He smiles and holds his arm out, "You did it." I walk over to him and he lifts me off the ground, his arm tight around my waist.

I bite my lip and gently trace his tattoos on his arm, "You know.." I look up at him and he slowly looks over at me, "What?"

"We could.. go back to the hotel.. and you can help me relieve all the sexual frustration you caused me today."

"Sexual frustration?" He smirks, "I was just-"

"Exactly." I glance up at him and slowly slide my hand across his chest, "Seeing you.. be you.. it's enough for me t-"

He pushes his lips against mine, kissing me with passion. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

He slides a hand down between our bodies and slips it into my suit bottoms, his finger toys with my clit and I gasp against his lips.

He walks us up and sets me down. He lays his pants out for me to lay on, "Here so the rocks don't scratch your back."

I smile and lean up to kiss him. I sit down and he leans down, slowly laying me back as he moves above me, "That okay?"

I nod and cup his face, "Perfect."

He bites his lip and his hand goes back down to slip inside my suit bottoms, sliding his two fingers up and down my slit.

I bite my lip and close my eyes, moaning as he slips them inside. I arch my back and grip his arm as he slowly pumps them in and out, "That feel good?" He asks lowly.

I open my eyes and nod, "Yes." I breathe out, "So good."

He leans down and kisses my neck, I search for the hand of his shorts and untie them. I slip my hand in and gently squeeze his cock.

Quiet groans escape Harry's lips, "Fuck."

I gasp and clench around his fingers, "H-Harry."

He nods, "Go ahead, baby."

I cum around his fingers and dig my heels into the rock below me, "Shit."

He takes his fingers out and brings them up to my lips. Before he says anything, I wrap my lips around them and he watches in awe.

He pulls them out and reaches down to slip my bottoms off. I take my hand from his shorts and lift myself up slightly. He sets them aside and takes his shorts off, getting back on top of me

"I don't have anything, do you still want to?" He asks looking at me.

I nod, "It'll be okay." I smile, "I trust you."

He nods and positions himself. He moans as he slides inside of me. I gasp and dig my nails into his arm, "Fuck, Harry."

He leans down and kisses me as he thrusts slowly, "You feel so good." He whispers, "You look so beautiful."

I smile and bite my lip as I wrap and arm around his neck, enjoying every second of how good Harry makes me feel.

Our lips move in sync as he slides his cock in and out, in and out.

We share moans and gasps and I whimper as I can feel him fucking me to my orgasm. I moan and tangle my fingers in his hair.

He moans as I tug, "Shit, y/n."

I clench around him and I let out a loud moan. His thrust become slower before he pulls out, releasing onto my stomach.

He pants and shakes his head, "Fuck."

I lay there, trying to calm myself down as my chest rapidly rises and falls.

Sex with Harry is always great, but that, that was more.

"Here, you can just use these." He picks up the other pant leg and gently wipes my stomach off. I grab him before he goes to pull away and I press my lips against his, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For loving me the way you do."

He smiles and brushes hair from my face, "You don't have to thank me for that." He kisses me and hands me my bottoms, "Let's go back to the hotel."

He winks and I smile, knowing that it's going to be a long, but love filled night.

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[mintsv]

basketball date w/ gyuvin !! ₊˚🧸⊹

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bf!kim gyuvin x gn!reader

synopsis : what would it be like if one day your boyfriend kim gyuvin took you to play basketball with him? another very fluffy drabble / scenarios / imagines i still don't know what to call it, it's just fluff.

wc : 0.9k

-> notes : first of all i'm sorry for the people reading this who are ACTUALLY good at basketball because i'm certainly not and that's why i made this :) also this is like major brain rot and it's not organized whatsoever it's just all over the place i hope you understand.. hihi 🤭

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first of all, i think he'd take you on a basketball date to show you his b-ball skills and he's hoping you'll go like 'gyuvin ur so cool!' and you did do that but as time went by you started to get a lil bored just watching so you asked him if he could teach you instead which he happily obliged.

when you couldn't reach the hoop or make any shots he'd pick you up and he let's you shoot in as many b-balls as you liked.

when you actually shoot one in without his help, he'd clap and smile at you like a child and don't forget that he'll be squishing your cheeks and aweing at you (the thing he does w/ yujin).

"my gf/bf/partner is soooo talented!" he'd say all sorts of remarks like this and you thought he was being sarcastic but he actually meant every word but hes also too shy to tell you up front so he just jokes about it in hopes you'll get his signal. what a silly guy

and it sort of worked because you started to get really into b-ball and you didn't miss as many shots as before, you were excited to show your boyfriend how you improved so gyuvin pitched the idea of having a friendly competition between the two of you.

during the friendly match, it was obvious gyuvin was making it easier for you because he wasn't even running he was walking and when he got to shoot the ball he'd go like "oops i missed" and literally pass the ball to you.

gyuvin was usually very competitive especially when playing b-ball. his partner for basketball practice was usually ricky and you knew how competitive gyuvin was in reality so you felt a little down thinking he doesn't actually see it as a match.

so you started sulking, excusing yourself from the court to drink some water and gyuvin followed along cause he noticed your change in mood.

"be right back." he says quickly before rushing off to who knows where, making you sit there in boredom while the sweat on your shirt starts to feel sticky and uncomfortable, not only that but you were also craving your favorite drink after gulping down a whole bottle of water.

gyuvin comes back and brings just what you wanted without you telling him to, one of his t-shirts freshly washed in his hand and your favorite drink on the other.

and then he'd start apologizing, hugging you, holding your hand, or cupping your cheeks basically all he could think of in order to stop you from sulking.

which in fact worked because you couldn't help but let out a giggle and gyuvin would be sooo proud of himself for making you laugh, i guess sulking will just never work when you have a boyfriend as adorable as gyuvin.

In the end, you'll change into his t-shirt, both of you enjoy your favorite drinks together before crashing into his house and ending the day on a high note. (probably cuddling while watching gyuvin's favorite basketball anime).

small imagine ->

you saw gyuvin slam dunk and hang from the hoop thanks to his lanky tall body so you tried to do it too except you failed horribly, making gyuvin laugh like a maniac.

"if you keep laughing i'm actually breaking up with you." you threaten him while lifting yourself up the ground.

"sorry sorry here i'll help you." gyuvin went in front of you and knelt down with his back facing you. you assumed he was gonna give you a piggy back ride but the moment you lifted one of your legs he positioned himself under you and lifted you up, with your legs on either side of his shoulder and you yelp out of surprise which almost made you fall backwards but you didn't thanks to gyuvin's quick hand grasping your thighs and your free hand held onto his head for support.

"gyuvin what the hell?! that scared me so bad!" you hit his head playfully while your other hand was occupied by a basketball.

"what're you waiting for? shoot it!" gyuvin tilted his head backwards to look at you with a silly smile on his lips and you could only afford to turn away in order to hide the blush creeping onto your cheeks.

when you were about to put the ball in, gyuvin accidentally tripped on his shoelaces and lost his balance resulting in the ball flying out of your hand and the both of you falling down.

you prepared yourself for the impact but after a while, you didn't feel anything and a sudden groaning was heard from the boy under you.

"ouch.." he sat up halfway, one hand holding onto his head while the other rested at your waist. "oww.. y/n are you okay? did you get hurt?" contrary to his current state the first words that left his mouth were concerns for your safety even though he just fell head first onto the ground trying to save you.

"oh my god gyu are you okay? i'm so sorry.." you quickly regained consciousness and took in current the situation, your hands held his face, arm, head searching for any bruises but when you found none you sighed in relief.

"no, don't be sorry it was my fault i actually tripped on my shoelaces..." you hit his chest playfully while you two sat on the not so clean ground for a good minute, exchanging glances and giggles but looking away when the blood rushed to your cheeks. as if you weren't dating already smh

Eventually gyuvin helped you up, dusting your pants and shirt from any dirt before enveloping you into a warm hug, your face squished in his chest but you hugged him back anyways.

"hey y/n, let's just play another sport next time."

"yeah, definitely."

-> i have no idea how to write these im too used to just making stories so yeah bonus imagine at the end ;p

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[jksprincess10]

I see a lot of Joel fics where the reader lusts/longs for him from afar, but how about one where Joel has some somewhat unrequited love for Reader who is totally oblivious to his affections and small but kind gestures (like fixing things around her house in Jackson or shoveling her walk). Fluffiness and smuttiness ensues when he finally has enough of his silent angst and confronts Reader about his feelings in actual words instead of steamy glances and kind gestures.

Hi nonnie ! The fic was already 1k and it felt like it was too fluffy to add smut. So hopefully you still enjoy this very fluffy piece.

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5 times Joel Miller did something for you and 1 time he did something for himself

Shoveling

Joel had moved to Jackson in the winter, arriving in this safe bubble wearing a thick brown coat and nothing with him besides the girl he used to call his cargo.

When he moved in next to you, he found a young, vulnerable woman who lived alone, in a small house next to his.

He had something to do to occupy his new quiet life, didn’t he? Now that Ellie was acting all older and tough…

So secretly, when it snowed overnight, he shoveled your entryway. He did it when it was too early to notice, the sun barely reaching its peak.

You always woke up like your small plot of land had been untouched by the storm, and Joel got to sleep with an aching back.

2. Taking care of the tall grass

Winter got replaced by spring, then summer. He didn’t know why, but you insisted on letting the grass in front of your house grow.

“It’s for the bees, Joel.” You told him one day.

He let out a small chuckle, his brown eyes sparkling in the light of your happiness.

“Le'me take care of it, it’s too much. Can barely see your house. I’ll leave a small patch for the bees, I promise.”

“Fine.”

He sometimes shot glances at you, sitting on the front porch with a book, when he took a break to wipe the sweat off his forehead, panicking when he felt unfamiliar warmth in his chest.

He hadn’t felt like this in a long time.

It was scary.

He went away for a few days, on a long run, just to see if it would go away.

But it didn’t

3.Fixing your broken step

He was scared for your life once.

For something really dumb.

You had gone out of your house – probably to water your plants – when he saw you trip over the last step. It was broken. And if he hadn’t caught you, you would have fallen on your face.

“Y'okay?”

“Fuck. Yes… Thank you Joel. Sorry. Should fix this ol’ thing…”

He took a mental note to fix it for you.

And while you where inside, probably to cook dinner, Joel took care of your broken stair and replaced it with a new, sturdy piece of wood.

4. Serenading

Sometimes, Tommy would invite Joel to sit in front of a fire and use his guitar to transport the minds of the community.

Sometimes, you were there, watching. Not knowing that every song was for you.

You fill up my senses Like a night in a forest Like the mountains in springtime Like a walk in the rain Like a storm in the desert Like a sleepy blue ocean You fill up my senses Come fill me again

Come let me love you Let me give my life to you Let me drown in your laughter Let me die in your arms Let me lay down beside you Let me always be with you Come let me love you Come love me again

He looked at you, and you could count more stars in his eyes than in the sky.

5.Cuting your hair

“Maria won’t shave it. She says it’s too pretty.” You said, standing in his living room with a razor in hand, and your long locks of hair in the other.

You were visibly upset. He could tell by the way your eyes were watering, and your expression was stuck in a low frown.

“I’ll do it.” He cleared his throat and went to pull a chair from his kitchen.

He didn’t care about your hair length. He cared about your comfort.

And he just wanted to see you smile again.

The locks fell to the ground. Joel felt as liberated as you.

He ran his hand through your newly buzzed hair, feeling the prickling of what was left.

“You like it?” He asked as he let you feel it too.

“Yes. Thank you, Joel.”

Your smile warmed his heart once again.

“You wanna see it? C’mon, darlin’.”

He guided you to the bathroom of the house he shared with Ellie.

He stayed behind with a smile as you admired your new haircut. He saw your eyes glow again.

“I feel so free.” You exclaimed and turned around to wrap your arms around Joel’s middle.

Your touch sent electricity through his body, took his breath away. Awkwardly, his big hands stayed in the air for a few seconds, before his arms enveloped you in a strong embrace.

“You’re pretty, darlin’.” Joel whispered, a small secret shared to mostly himself.

Because you were completely oblivious. 

+1 loving you.

“Do you… want to come to the movie night tonight with me?”

You were surprised that he asked. Joel didn’t seem like the one to hang out around people. But he had to ask. At least once. To calm the wave of love he felt.

“Y-Yeah, sure!” You smiled. “Will Ellie be there?”

“Just us.”

“Perfect!”

When you closed the door, Joel could breathe again. He felt like a teenager talking to his first crush. Pathetic.

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He got you popcorn and sat beside you on the ground. You smiled at him brightly and gave him one side of your blanket, so he’d stay warm the whole time.

The movie on the make-shift screen was playing in front of you two. But he couldn’t listen. Joel was too enamoured by your presence; you had captured his eyes. Slowly, he got closer to you, until his arm sneaked around your waist, holding you impossibly closer.

Thankfully, you seemed to accept his touch, your head leaning on his strong shoulder. From there, he could smell the sweet scent of your home-made shampoo on your hair that had grown just a little, like the skin of a fresh kiwi.

He said your name. You looked at him.

“I really care about you.” He whispered, a shared secret.

“Me too.” You smiled.

But you didn’t understand how much he meant. He had to show you.

Tired, working hands held your face close to his as his lips met yours in a sweet, loving kiss. It had been so long. He was scared he had forgot the proper way to kiss someone.

But, no.

He hadn't.

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[scmg11]

HAILEE STEINFELD x READER

COAST

A/N: HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!

Have you seen Coast MV? No? What are you going then?! Go on YouTube and watch it!

Since the music video is out, I couldn't not write something about it, could I? The visuals, the outfits, everything was just perfect!

I don't know anything about music videos and how cameos are casted in, so let's pretend it works just like I wrote it lol

Without further ado, enjoy this smutty oneshot!

Sending so so much love to everyone out there ❤️

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Summary: Hailee is in the middle of shooting the first scene of Coast music video, when an interruption stops her. This interruption leads her to meet someone that will quick become important in her life.

Warnings: smut. Fluffy smut.

Word count: 16117 words.

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The sound of the water hitting the shore calmed Hailee’s nerves as she let it wrap around herself comfortably with her eyes closed and taking big, calming breaths. "Hailee, you ready?"

The blonde smiled brightly at Anderson’s voice calling her and turned around slowly, "yeah."

"Great! Let’s roll!"

Hailee took another deep breath before starting her routine they settled for the start of Coast music video. "Is this thing on?" Hailee laughed when Anderson snickered from his director chair and shook his head gently.

"Can we take another shot?" The man now sporting a blonde wig asked hopefully at the singer, who nodded eagerly at his question, "great! I want to capture your side profile before focusing on a close up of your face as you listen to the music, Coast of course."

"Perfect!" Hailee felt excitement took over every single cell of her body as she retook a few shots of the beginning of their video, still not believing their are bringing into life Coast music video. Her thoughts as she stared into space while the camera panned in on her got interrupted when a small Beagle hit the side of her calf bent over in front of her body and started licking her skin enthusiastically as his small tail wagged at the singer, "oh hello there! Who are you?"

Hailee smiled brightly at the unexpected but totally welcomed intrusion and started caressing the dog’s ears gently, "Milo no! Come here. Oh fuck. Sorry! I’m so sorry!" Hailee looked up from the cute dog and watched as a Y/H/C girl came rushing from the direction the dog came, looking winded out with her hair a bit messy from the wind, "Milo if I get arrested I’m blaming you, c’mere!" The Y/H/C girl murmured loud enough for Hailee to hear her through gritted teeth as she looked apologetically around.

"Oh Milo, it seems you are in so much trouble!" Hailee whispered at the dog, but loudly enough to let the girl also hear her as she was now standing in front of her. "Hi."

"Hey, I’m so so sorry! I saw the signs and I was going to walk away from this part of the beach but someone escaped from his collar and run away."

"Don’t worry, he is so cute! Aren’t you?" The dog barked enthusiastically as he climbed onto Hailee’s lap and sat down to make her keep her caresses going, making her giggle cutely down at him. "Hey Paak, is it okay if we take five?"

"Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry." Anderson waved her off with a smile and turned around towards their stylist, talking about something she couldn’t make out.

"It won’t be necessary. We’re leaving you to your music video. Congratulations by the way." The still unknown girl smiled warmly down at Hailee before crouching down to retrieve her dog from Hailee’s lap. "Okay buddy, time to say bye."

Milo barked in protest as he snuggled more into Hailee’s arms and away from the girl’s hands, causing the singer to laugh aloud at the cute gesture, "oh baby, I love you too. But I’m working!" Milo barked again, looking directly at Hailee while the Y/H/C girl stayed quiet watching their exchange, "I know, I know- boring. How about I shoot a few scenes and then we play together again?" Milo sat up and started wagging his tail excitedly while barking repeatedly, making it seem like he actually understood what Hailee just told him.

"It won’t be necessary really. Baby we need to go." Milo yelped a few times as he looked with big pleading eyes at the girl, "nope, no. We’re not doing this."

"Hey, it’s fine, really. I like him. You can stay."

"Really?" The girl asked incredulously as she eyed the singer still a bit unsure.

"Yeah! Actually-" Hailee stressed over her bottom lip a few seconds as she pondered over the idea that just popped into her mind, "one of our background actors called in sick today, would you like to- y’know- partecipate?"

"Me?"

"Yeah."

"But I’m not a dancer nor an actress, I’m literally no one."

"Don’t be silly! You just need to sign a few things and you’ll be done. Of course then our team will need to dress you up and work on your makeup, but if you’re down for it, it’s totally okay!" The girl eyed Hailee’s encouraging smile and skid her Y/E/C irises over her features to find something out of place, finding only genuine kindness and sighed out loud as her dog barked excitedly at her. "I think he likes this idea."

"Okay fine! But you need to say put, okay?" Milo barked again and licked her finger she directed at him in warning, making both girls laugh down at him.

"Okay, let’s go sign those papers before getting you ready for the music video. Oh, I’m Hailee."

"Y/N." The Y/H/C girl stretched her hand over for Hailee to shake but the blonde eyed it a few seconds before pushing it away gently with a soft chuckle and hugged the girl instead.

"Sorry, I’m a hugger. Shall we go?"

"Yeah!"

And they moved around the set then, covering all the paper stuff quickly before ushering the Y/H/C girl to get ready while Hailee resumed her previous position on the towel and prepared to shoot again, "okay, ready?"

"Yeah!" Hailee smiled enthusiastically over her shoulder at Anderson before lifting her thumb up and nodding at her friend, "let’s get this masterpiece come to life Paak!"

"That’s the plan!" Anderson clapped his hands excitedly and got in position, "action!"

After a few takes the two of them were satisfied with the result and Hailee walked over her changing room to wear her second outfit for their first day of shooting, "hey, everyone’s ready?" Hailee checked with her friend Anderson after she came back on set and watched as he got himself ready behind the drums, her eyes instinctively searching for the Y/H/C girl she was eager to see to know what outfit their stylist chose for her. "Damn Andy, look at you- holy shit." Those two words left Hailee’s mouth as soon as her eyes landed on the Y/E/C girl walking out of the changing room sporting a pair of very short shorts and a biking top that accentuated her breasts in the most heavenly way, Hailee noted, her Y/H/C hair were cascading down her shoulders in soft curls while her makeup stayed simple but bold enough to highlight her Y/E/C irises.

"I know! I look hot." Anderson, who was distracted adjusting a few things around him, didn’t notice Hailee wasn’t talking about him, or not even looking at him in the first place, but she was too focused ogling shamelessly the girl she met half an hour ago while involuntarily nibbling on her bottom lip to even acknowledge him, so she let his reply go unnoticed as she stared shamelessly some more the Y/H/C girl. She got pulled out of her haze with a startle when Anderson tried if the drums worked just fine by hitting the Charleston and the kick drum simultaneously and reprimanded herself mentally at her not professional behavior.

"Hey! Nice outfit!" Y/N commented as she approached them, adjusting her hair when a breeze of wind ruffled them a bit.

"Thank you! You look amazing too! This top looks good on you. And the color? It suits you perfectly!" Hailee had to physically restrain herself from slapping her forehead in shame in front of Y/N at her gushing over her outfit and not acting cool in front of her.

"Thank you." The soft red hue adorning Y/N’s cheeks eased Hailee’s troubled mind still stressing over her embarrassing ramble and smiled at the girl brightly.

"Hailee, we’re ready to go."

"Okay perfect!"

"Get ready!" Anderson announced as he walked back to the drums from his director chair, where he left his phone there, rolling his drum sticks around his fingers, before adjusting his wig on his head that the wind ruffled a bit and got into position before yelling for everyone to hear, "action!"

Hailee heard the music start playing and got herself focused on the task at hand as she started mouthing the words of her song while looking into the camera and dancing, following the rhythm. "How was it?" Hailee asked enthusiastically after the music stopped and walked over the little screen they had on set to go see the first results, "wow, the visuals are amazing so far!"

"Yeah, how about we take another shot from another angle, I want to bring the dancers in the background closer."

They shoot the scene a few more times before they got the result they were aiming for and Hailee got back into her changing room to put on her last outfit she will have to wear on the part of the video that involved the beach. "Wow, this is my favorite outfit so far."

Hailee side eyed the person that complimented her on her left and smiled sheepishly when she noticed it was Y/N still dressed with her previous outfit but now holding a surfboard. "Thank you!" Hailee grinned in appreciation at her makeup artist as she walked away after finishing touching her makeup. "How is shooting a music video?"

"Not even closer to what I thought."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, I always thought it was shot in one take with the artist mouthing the song lyrics into the camera. But wow, you guys put a lot of thought into it and a lot of work too." Y/N answered earnestly as she looked around the set as people prepared everything to shoot again.

"Well, we’ve been trying to make it for a while now."

"I now, I got blocked by Republic Records on Twitter for lashing out at them." Y/N answered shyly as she moved her gaze from Hailee’s eyes to her feet in embarrassment.

"What? Really?"

"Yup. But we got the video in the end, so it was worth it." Y/N joked with a bright smile and shrugged nonchalantly, causing a small giggle to leave the blonde’s mouth.

"Oh my god, I now need to see those tweets now!" Y/N opened her mouth to counter back when Anderson’s voice interrupted her before she could even let a word out.

"Get into position everyone, we’re almost done for the day!"

"Well, I guess it has to wait." Hailee smiled apologetically at Y/N and saw the girl shake her head in understanding before getting into her designated position and waited for the signal to start doing what they told her to do.

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"Look who do we have here!" Hailee’s face erupted in a big grin when Milo came rushing into her changing room in the middle of her taking off the makeup she had on, now changed into a pair of jeans and a tank top.

"Sorry, he- we just wanted to say bye."

"Are you already leaving?" Hailee asked sadly, not allowing her brain to dwell on her grim tone at the thought of not spending more time with the Y/E/C girl and instead focused on picking Milo up when he started nudging her calf with his nose and scratched his tiny head happily.

"Well, we’re done for the day and I didn’t want to bother you more than I already did, so." Y/N shrugged nonchalantly as she watched Milo licking Hailee’s left cheek eagerly when she lifted him up to her eye level.

"Oh stop it! I love you too, but to remove makeup I need a makeup remover not a dog!" Milo barked at Hailee, causing both Y/N and Hailee to laugh at their banter before the singer put him down on the floor. "Anyway, do you have somewhere to be?"

"No, I’m free. I just need to drop Milo off at my house before going grocery shopping."

"Great! Do you mind if I join you?"

Y/N looked a bit taken aback at the question if the baffled look that unfolded over her features was a clear enough clue, "yes- I- I mean, no! Ugh, of course you can join me!" Hailee bit on her lower lip to prevent her grin to broaden at the adorable rambling route Y/N seemed to be stuck in and tilted her head a bit at the girl, "I would be honored to spend time with you, but aren’t you like super busy?"

"Not right now, no. Besides I like your company. We can get to know each other a bit since we’re going to spend a few more days shooting the video! And I get to spend more time with this one!" Hailee lifted Milo again up to her face after she was done removing her make-up and let him lick her cheek for a few moments before putting him down and sitting up from her chair, "are you all ready to go?"

"Yeah." Y/N smiled brightly at the singer and beckoned Milo to walk towards her, "I just need to put his leash on. I don’t want him to crash any other music videos today."

Hailee laughed heartily at the joke and shook her head, her chest filling up with some sense of familiarity at their conversation and jokes flowing easily between them, something she was shocked to find there since she just met the girl, but she felt she could trust her, so the didn’t dwell too much on it as she grabbed her purse and her phone before walking them towards the parking lot right outside their set, "did you walk here, right?"

"Yeah, I walked a few miles with Milo this morning like we usually do."

"Great! So we’re taking my car so we’ll drop this champ to your house." The drive lasted about 25 minutes, both assessing how LA traffic was a real hassle, but time flew surprisingly fast as Y/N read to the singer her tweets regarding Republic Records’ shitty behavior for treating her poorly and recalled the day she noticed they blocked her. "Oh shit! Thank you!" Hailee laughed loudly at the funny story as she wiped away a few tears that escaped from too much laughing.

"Always at your service!" Y/N saluted her with her hand on her forehead before cracking her serious expression with a broad grin and loud giggles leaving her lips, "my house is right around the corner." Hailee parked right outside Y/N’s building and stopped the car, "wanna come in? We can go grocery shopping another day. I’m sure Milo would be disappointed to finish his day with you now."

"Well, just for your information, I’m agreeing only because I want to spend time with him too." Hailee teased with a cheeky grin that became even more smug when Milo barked right after and wagged his tail excitedly in his spot on Y/N’s lap. "I know, I promise we’ll get rid of her in a minute." Hailee lowered her voice like she was trying to not let Y/N hear what she was saying, but she purposefully spoke loud enough for her to hear and the gasp of indignation and Y/N’s outraged face she got in return was priceless and amused her beyond herself.

"Okay, y’know what? Enjoy your afternoon lovebirds, I’m just gonna fucking go."

"See? I told you. In a minute." Hailee kept on with her joke for a few seconds with her face serious before a smile crept up her features and immediately hugged the girl that was trying to open the car door to make her dramatic exit, "I was kidding! I like spending time with you."

"I don’t know if I can say the same with you miss Steinfeld, you just bullied me."

"It was all Milo’s idea, I swear." Hailee lifted her hands up in defense and pouted at the girl, who fixated her with an hard stare and an inquisitive arched eyebrow before she sighed and rolled her eyes in fond exasperation, causing the singer to squeal lightly in victory, "yay!"

The two got out of the car and walked into the building, took the elevator and reached Y/N’s apartment a few seconds later, "do you want something to drink?"

"Just water, please." Hailee replied noncommittally as she studied the impressively big apartment that had an amazing view of the city and the ocean. "Wow, your apartment is amazing. The view is beautiful."

"Yeah." Hailee was too busy looking out of the big windows of the living room to notice Y/N staring at her from the kitchen counter as she replied to Hailee’s comment, before making her way towards her and offering a glass of water to her, "I worked my ass off to pay for it."

"What do you do for work?"

"I’m the head of security and cybersecurity department in a bioengineering company."

"Okay, now can you try in English please?" Hailee asked with her eyebrows crinkled together in confusion, causing a small chuckle to leaves Y/N’s lips.

"I make sure no one can hack into our data systems and steal any important project."

"Oh cool! It must be stressful."

"Sometimes, but I get to work from home when I please and I pretty much am the boss of myself so." Y/N shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of her water, "not to mention everyone is afraid to piss me off because I can totally hack into their phones and expose them with just a few taps from my phone." Y/N added with a mischievous smile as her eyes shimmered with mirth and chuckled inwardly when Hailee look a bit unsure at that last piece of information.

"Should I be worried?"

"No, you are safe with me. I’m a softy at heart, so I’m not capable of doing that. I promise." Y/N assured and for some reason Hailee believed her. She felt like she could truly trust Y/N, even if she knew about 4 things about her at most, but she was eager to find out more.

"Well duh, you are the head of security of a company, so of course I’m safe with you. Should I hire you as my bodyguard?" Hailee joked and bumped their shoulders together, wanting at all costs to hear that amazing sound to leave Y/N’s lips again, her body filling up with warmth when she was rewarded with that craved laugh not too long after.

"I’m not a bodyguard, Haiz. But I can make an exception? I don’t know, we can discuss it further when I’m drunk enough." Y/N continued their ongoing joke as she walked them over the couch to sit, Milo dozing off in his little bed right beside the couch.

"Oh yes, please!" Hailee giggled and clapped her hands excitedly, "we can totally do that later, if you’re up for it?"

"Are you really asking me if I want to hang out with you? Last week I got blocked by Republic Records for lashing out at them because my idol wasn’t having the recognition she deserved. I’m pretty sure I’m just hallucinating this after too many drinks, so I’m gonna make the most of it if I’m waking up soon."

"You’re a dork." Hailee pointed out with a small shake of her head and smile, pushing gently on the Y/E/C girl’s shoulder, who grinned at her in return.

"Yeah, yeah. You’ll get used to it." Y/N waved her off as she leaned over to place her now empty glass of water on the coffee table, watching as Hailee mimicked her, before turning a bit to the side when she laid back on the backrest of the couch to stare at Hailee without straining her neck.

"So, future bodyguard, tell me about your combat skills."

-

"I’m telling you, being a genius at hacking can be useful but can also put you in some kind of situations." Y/N shivered in disgust at the images and purposefully took a big gulp of her drink to get rid of the memories that swam to the forefront of her mind.

"Like what?"

"Like when you’re trying to hack into your roommate’s professor’s laptop to steal the questions for her exam and finding a video of her having quality time with her wife."

"Oh my god!" Hailee clapped her hands together and leaned her head back as loud chuckles left her mouth at the look of pure horror on Y/N’s features at her retelling.

"When the next day I bumped into her on the way to my class, I almost fainted in front of her."

"I would’ve paid to see your face." Hailee giggled under her breath before taking a sip of her drink, furrowing her eyebrows sadly when she noticed the glass was now empty.

"Oh no, not that pouty face. Another drink coming up!" Y/N tapped the table with her hand and gulped down the rest of her drink, before sitting up and making her way towards the counter, "do you want the same one?" Y/N asked as she walked backward to the bar.

"Surprise me!" Hailee simply stated as she smiled at the girl, playing around with the ice in her glass before lifting her gaze up back on Y/N and clenched her jaw hard when jealousy crashed over her like a tidal wave at the sight of the bartender openly flirting with Y/N before handing her their drinks and a small piece of paper. Back off dude.

"You won’t believe what the hell just happened." Y/N told Hailee as soon as she sat back on her chair beside her, turning her back a bit to the counter to shield herself from the bartender as she handed Hailee her drink, "he gave me his number! He started asking a few questions about me and I was like ‘he is just being polite’, but then when he finished preparing our drinks he said and I quote ‘here is my number, so we can continue this conversation later’." Y/N made a gagging sound and a disgusted face and Hailee felt relieved that Y/N wasn’t happy about his move, "I am too kind to tell him I’m gay and it’s a big no for me." Y/N chuckled as she crumpled the piece of paper and scrambled it on the table.

Hailee felt her head spin out of control at that information. She wasn’t expecting that, sure she subconsciously hoped Y/N was gay, but she wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet, so she focused on the relief invading every single cell of her body as butterflies flew around her stomach like crazy all the while trying to subdue her excitement and her big ass grin she was sure she had on her face at that poor bartender getting stood up.

"Well I think you have to because he is still looking at you like a lovesick puppy." Hailee giggled under her breath when she subtly looked at the bartender over Y/N’s shoulder and found him looking their way.

"Ugh I hate this, what am I supposed to say, turn around and scream ‘dude I’m gay!’?!" Y/N asked in an exasperated but amused tone and shook her head softly.

"I might have a wicked idea."

"I’m in." Y/N nodded eagerly as her eyes sparkled enthusiastically.

"You don’t want to hear it first?"

"Not if it will take him off my back." Hailee hesitated just a couple of seconds as she eyed Y/N in search of any kind of discomfort before looking around at the now almost empty bar, then side-eyeing the bartender still looking at them and that made her resolutely lean forward and lay her lips over Y/N’s ones in a soft, gentle peck.

Thankfully Y/N had her back to the guy so he couldn’t see her eyes widening in shock for two seconds at most at the singer’s gesture, before closing them and reciprocating the soft kiss, now understanding what Hailee’s idea was, to make it more believable.

The kiss lasted about 5 seconds at last but for both of them it felt like it was an eternity spent in the softest and most delicious of sensations of their lips clasped together ever so gently, so when they both pulled away from the kiss they felt like the room was spinning and both had to lay their hands on the table to ground each other to earth. "Wow." Y/N exhaled in a whispered breath and smiled dumbly at the singer, who now sported a small blush on her cheeks, "thank you." Y/N didn’t know if it was the right thing to say but her brain was now in a puddle of gay feelings, so she was thankful she at least said something in the first place.

"It worked." Hailee winked at Y/N as she forced her heart rate to fucking stop pounding into her ears and smiled triumphantly when she watched the bartender sigh dejectedly and busy himself with mixing up another drink. Take that dude, she is mine! Not exactly mine, but y’know- whatever.

"Now, we can enjoy our fresh drinks peacefully."

"While we talk about you finding a sextape of your roommate’s professor."

"Ugh, I need to be way more drunk to talk about it more."

Hailee giggled loudly and was about to say something more but was stopped when someone approached their table and when she turned to see who it was, she restrained herself from rolling her eyes at the sight of the bartender standing in front of them with two drinks in his hands and looking sheepishly at Y/N. Can’t this dude fucking take an hint?! "Sorry to interrupt you ladies, I just came here to apologize to you and to give this to you guys. It’s on me. Enjoy your night."

Hailee was taken aback at the totally unexpected apology and chanced a look at Y/N and found the same amount of confusion on her features, before a small smile appeared on her mouth and watched as she nodded gently at him, "thank you."

Hailee merely smiled at him and watched as he nodded at them and walked away, "I- I’m too stunned to speak."

"Well it seems like your plan worked very very well. We got free alcohol! If you want to do it again, I’m in!" Y/N joked and she must have been already a bit intoxicated because she doesn’t seem affected by what she said, exactly the opposite of what Hailee was feeling in that moment. Because it took all her willpower to not lean over and kiss Y/N again, knowing the girl meant that as a joke, so she just laughed it off and sipped on her drink. Little did she know Y/N wasn’t intoxicated at all and meant it with all herself, she was just too much of a coward to just kiss Hailee herself.

-

"Guys! I know we said tomorrow was going to be our last day of shooting, but I need to fly to New York to take care of a few things with my label, so we need to reschedule it in three weeks!" Anderson announced sadly after they shoot the last scene of the day. A few days passed and they now moved into a building set out with green screens that were needed to put everything together during editing in the editing room, Hailee was dressed with a tight-fitting green dress and was staring at Anderson talking to everyone into the room, Y/N not too far behind wearing the same outfit she wore a few days prior.

"Don’t worry Andy, we already waited long enough, three weeks more won’t hurt." Hailee cracked a joke with a sarcastic tone that immediately lighted up the rapper’s grim face with a big grin as he nodded at her with a small laugh. Hailee walked back to her changing room and put on a pair of high-waisted jeans and a crop top, showing a bit of her abs, leaving her perfectly styled hair down, and quickly removed her makeup before making her way towards Y/N’s changing room to ask the girl to hang out at her house. "Hey stranger! How about- oh shit! Sorry!" As soon as Hailee closed the door behind her and turned around towards the Y/H/C girl with a bright smile on her face, it immediately dropped as her mouth opened in an O shape and her hands flew to her widened eyes to cover them when she was met with the sight of Y/N only in a pair of green boy shorts and her chest completely exposed to the singer.

"Oh shit, Hailee!"

"Sorry! I thought you were already done!" Hailee was having an hard time standing on her feet as she felt her legs wobble a bit as the images of the girl’s supple breasts plagued her mind, but tried to act cool like nothing happened.

"Anderson stopped me to talk about a few things for the video. You can look now." Y/N announced and Hailee sighed out of relief only for it to get stuck in her throat when she came face to face with Y/N still in her boy shorts that hugged her ass in an heavenly way and her bra, "I don’t know where the fuck my clothes are!"

Hailee felt a familiar pressure coiling dangerously in her lower stomach and took a deep breath to stop herself from spiraling out of control, "where did you leave them when you changed?"

"Here on the couch! Let me see if they fell under the cushions." Hailee whimpered under her breath when Y/N bent over the couch and started searching under the cushions for her clothes, her eyes hungrily fixated on the girl’s butt as her teeth sank on her bottom lip hungrily. "Nothing here. Where the hell are they?"

Hailee had to physically stop another whine leaving her lips when Y/N lifted her arm up to comb it into her hair in frustration before slamming it on the side of her body and the motion caused her bra-clad boobs to wiggle deliciously. "D-do you want me- to go check if we have something here for you to wear?"

"Yeah, I can’t exactly walk around like this."

I wish. "I’ll be right back." Hailee exited Y/N’s changing room and leaned on the door as she took deep calming breaths to beg her own body to stop buzzing and to start functioning properly in front of Y/N, "hey Jen, do we maybe have something to give to Y/N? She can’t find her clothes."

"Oh shoot, I think I have them! I though those were production clothes that we didn’t use!" Hailee chuckled gently at their stylist and thanked her when she handed her Y/N’s clothes and she walked back to Y/N’s changing room.

When she closed the door gently behind her she almost dropped the clothes on the floor and took Y/N right then and there when she was met with the sight of Y/N on the couch, on al four looking over the side side of the couch still probably searching her clothes. "Hm, it seemed like Jen had them."

Hailee surprised herself at the low, raspy tone she used and cleared her throat, watching as Y/N sprinted towards her with a wide smile before hugging her tightly. Hailee stood frozen for like a millisecond before reciprocating the hug and feeling her body literally hum in delight when her palms laid gently on Y/N’s exposed, surprisingly strong back. "Thank you my savior! Tonight, pizza is on me!"

-

"Do you want something to drink? I have a vodka and some other things to make a few drinks." Y/N announced as she sat up from her couch and retrieved the empty glasses of water to go refill them.

"Uhm, yeah. I can use a drink. What are the options?" Hailee asked as she sat up and walked over the kitchen counter to join Y/N in the open-space kitchen.

"Hm-" Y/N, crouched down on the floor to look at the bottom cabinet where the alcohol was and stopped to look at everything she had before thinking the first drink that came to mind, "sex on the beach?"

Hailee perched up at that, her mouth curling in a mischievous smile as the words left her lips effortlessly, "are you offering?"

Y/N straightened her back and regarded Hailee with a confused expression, "well I’m making the drinks so of cou-" Y/N stopped herself mid-sentence with a gasp when the meaning behind Hailee’s question caught up with her and now noticed her smug-looking face, a blush already creeping up her neck and cheeks, "HAILEE!"

"What?! It was a legit question!"

"You know what?! No sex on the beach for you." Y/N chided in an authoritative tone as she walked over the side of the kitchen counter, right beside Hailee, and slapped the girl’s right shoulder gently.

"Spoilsport. On the couch then?" Hailee kept teasing the girl a bit more, wanting to see how much she can push before reaching the breaking point and in the mean time enjoying the view of a flushed Y/N trying at all costs to not look flustered in front of her.

"Hailee, no."

"On this kitchen counter? I bet is stable enough to support us-"

"Hailee, I swear if you don’t shut up now, I’m making you." Y/N now sported a red hue on her cheeks and neck and was having an hard time in not just shutting the girl up with a kiss she had been dreaming to do since their soft peck a few night prior - it was a total lie, she had dreamed to kiss her for years now but let’s not dwell on that now - , so instead she stayed put on her spot with her body literally buzzing in a few specific places.

"Is that a promise?" Hailee asked in a seductive tone and a wolfish grin as she stretched her hand over and rolled a strand of Y/N’s Y/H/C hair around her fingers, watching as the girl visibly struggled at that gesture.

"Haiz, please. Stop."

"Sorry, I didn’t want to make you uncomforta-"

"You didn’t. It’s just hard." Y/N interrupted Hailee with a strong voice, her eyes moving from the counter in front of her to meet Hailee’s fierce brown irises determinedly.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it wasn’t amusing you-"

"It did." Y/N was quick to reassure before shaking her head to get rid of images that weren’t exactly appropriate with the singer so close to her and continued without properly control herself. "It just- not only, amused me." Y/N widened her eyes comically when she heard her own voice reach her ears, "shit, did I say it out loud?"

"You did. And tell me, what other things made you feel? You said you weren’t uncomfortable, nor annoyed. So what?"

Hailee knew she was pushing maybe too far, but now that she saw a bit of spark that this may go further than their flourishing friendship, she would be stupid to not push through Y/N’s walls if it helped her to unveil her feelings. "Shit- I-"

Hailee smirked a bit more when she watched Y/N take a deep, shuddered breath as she struggled to keep gazing into Hailee’s eyes, so the singer pushed forwards, sitting up from her laying positions on her forearms on the counter and walked closer to Y/N, "would you feel better if I told you I too didn’t feel only amusement?" Y/N couldn’t find in her the force to speak, worried it would result in her whimpering pathetically at the distracting closeness Hailee put them through, so she just nodded dumbly at her, "and, so to speaking, would you like me to say to you what it made me feel or would it be better if I show you?"

This time Y/N couldn’t contain the small whimper leaving her lips when Hailee got impossibly closer to her and stared at her with this fierce, determined look on her face that she couldn’t control what was leaving her mouth in that moment, "show me." Y/N simply stated as she stared a few seconds at Hailee’s lips before meeting her eyes resolutely with fire burning behind her Y/E/C pools.

And that was the validation Hailee needed before surging forward, bracketing Y/N’s face softly with her hands before capturing Y/N’s lips in a slow, tender kiss. It was definitely more vigorous and audacious from the short kiss they shared in the bar, but still delicate enough to spark their bodies up and spreading a sense of happiness all throughout them like a wildfire. Hailee’s hands gripped Y/N’s cheeks when the girl pushed more onto her lips needily as a smile stretched over her features, before planting a few pecks there and pulling away. "Wow." Hailee repeated the same words Y/N spoke after kissing at the bar and that brightened Y/N’s features some more before the girl moved her hands, that stayed frozen on the counter, around Hailee’s neck and pushed her back onto her mouth for another, albeit more sensual, kiss. They both felt the other hum appreciatively as their lips slid over each other in an explorative dance, as their hands tried to push the other more into their bodies, but the edge of the counter between them proved to be a difficult task to complete, so Hailee moved around without disconnecting their lips and laid her hands on Y/N’s waist to turn her completely and trap her body on the counter with her own.

Y/N’s head reeled out of control at the singer taking the lead and went fully pliant under her to let her do whatever she pleased with her. Jeez, calm down a bit, won’t you? Y/N’s hands combed into Hailee’s blonde tresses when, after sweeping her tongue over the seam of her lips to ask for permission and Y/N granting the singer access right away, their tongues met in a messy dance inside their mouths, sliding over each other greedily as their unique taste inebriated their senses. When air, sadly, became a necessity, they pulled away slowly, a soft pop echoing around the silent room, before leaning their foreheads together and staring into each other’s eyes affectionately, "just to clarify, I’m not once again passed out drunk and dreaming this, right?"

Hailee laughed heartily at the question and at the dazed look on the girl’s face and shook her head fondly before laying a peck on her cheek, "not that I’m aware of."

"Good, good." Y/N stared a few more seconds into Hailee’s eyes before asking softly, "do you still want that drink or-?"

"Are you offering sex on the beach once again?" Hailee’s smug grin made its way back on the singer’s now kiss-swollen lips that only broadened as a laugh left her throat when Y/N blushed furiously and rolled her eyes at the singer.

"Hailee, I’m leaving."

"Oh so we’re going to the beach?" Hailee hugged Y/N tightly when she tried to push the singer off her body to walk away from her and pinned her back on the counter as she kept laughing heartily at their banter. "Okay, I’ll stop. For now."

"Do you want that drink or not?"

-

"Oh shit, wait! Let me record it." Hailee scrambled to take her phone and started recording a video of Y/N’s laptop’s screen as the girl pushed a few buttons around. They were in Hailee’s family home, seated on the couch in the living room while Griffin was holed up in the garage working on his car, so the two had the wicked idea of Y/N hacking into Griffin’s wireless speaker and pulling a prank on him while they watched through the security cameras video.

"Ready? One, two, three!" Y/N tapped something on the laptop and suddenly music bursted out loudly from the speaker, making Griffin jump out in fright and bump harshly his head on the open hood of the car he was crouching over to work on the engine.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Y/N and Hailee bursted out in loud cackles at what they just witnessed, leaning over the couch as they gripped their stomaches while tears rolled down their cheeks. Hailee stopped the video while hiding her face into Y/N’s neck as her body got wrecked by loud giggles.

"Oh my god. This was hilarious." Hailee let out in breathy voice as she tried to regain her composure and wipe a few tears away from her face, "did you hear the loud sound his head made with the hood? It was-"

"Y/N!!! I KNOW IT WAS YOU." Griffin came into vision as he walked out of the garage and had a murderous glare on his features as he trudged towards them.

"Oh shit, gotta go." Y/N disentangled herself from Hailee and sat up, walking around the couch to shield herself from a pissed Griffin. "I’m sorry! It was an harmless prank!"

"I FUCKING BANGED MY HEAD AND IT FUCKING HURT."

At that Hailee laughed again, causing Griffin to detach his eyes off Y/N for a brief second to send Hailee a withering glare, before meeting Y/N’s Y/E/C pools again when he heard her giggle softly under her breath, "sorry? Oh shit!"

Y/N run on the opposite side of the living room when Griffin charged towards her, watching as Hailee walked quickly up to her and tried to shield her from her brother’s attack, "move Hailee."

"It was my idea, she just obliged to my wishes."

"Whipped." Griffin teased with a smug grin and Y/N scoffed with a roll of her eyes, "but she still did it and she is gonna pay-HEY COME HERE!" Griffin was now sporting an amused smile as he ceased after her, while Hailee stared at the two with fondness swimming through her brown eyes at how familiar it all felt and felt happiness swell into her chest at how well the two got along in the past weeks, "hey babe, go!" Hailee opened the door that lead to their backyard and smiled brightly when Y/N left a peck on her lips on her way out.

"HEY! Don’t help her!"

"Sorry buddy-" Y/N turned around a bit to smile cheekily at Griffin, still jogging a bit to put a safe distance from him, "she’s on my si-FUCK!"

"Y/N watch out!" But it was too late, a loud splashing sound followed after Hailee’s warning and Y/N found herself in the pool with a Griffin bent over his knees, laughing his ass off.

"Payback is a bitch. My job here is done."

"Asshole."

"Love you too buddy!" Griffin waved at her as he walked back into the house and probably into the garage, while Y/N moved her wet hair out of her face and swam towards the small steps to exit the pool, a pouting Hailee waiting for her with a towel opened for her.

"Thank you babe." Y/N embraced herself with the towel and blushed furiously when Hailee kissed her cheek softly, "somehow I knew karma would’ve caught up with me."

"C’mon, let’s go get you some dry clothes." Y/N carefully left her wet shoes out as she made sure she wasn’t dripping down the floor all the way up the stairs to Hailee‘s room and waited patiently as Hailee fished a pair of black sweatpants and a teal t-shirt from her closet, before grabbing a pair of boy shorts and walking over to Y/N offering her her clothes. "Here you go."

Y/N discarded carefully the towel on the floor and went to grab the clothes from Hailee’s hands, but stopped when she noticed her girlfriend’s eyes fixated on her wet, white t-shirt and smirked mischievously when she notice her ogling at her chest, "my eyes are up here Steinfeld."

"W-what?" Hailee had an hard time ripping her eyes away from Y/N’s nipples standing out under the t-shirt now glued to her body and involuntarily licked her lips before meeting Y/N’s gaze full of mirth and mischief.

"See something you like?"

Hailee felt a shiver run down her back at the seductive and teasing tone the girl used and gulped imperceptibly. Two can play this game. "A couple of things yeah."

"Has anyone ever told you staring is rude?"

"Not when my girlfriend is so hot." Hailee admitted as she threw the clothes on the bed and walked closer to Y/N, laying her hands on her hips and flushing their bodies together.

"Babe, I’m gonna get you all wet."

"Hm, I wouldn’t mind it." Y/N felt her legs wobble at the raspy counter back as well-know pressure settled on the apex of her thighs when the brunette leaned over to lay a few open-mouthed kisses on the girl’s neck, feeling her skin still a bit dump under her lips.

"Babe." Y/N sighed contentedly as her eyes closed shut instinctively and her hands traded into Hailee’s hair to push her more into her and silently asking to keep going.

"Shit, you’re so hot." Hailee breathed out between them with a mesmerized look as her eyes fell once again on Y/N’s nipples still hard, but now she didn’t know if it was due to her dip in the water or for her ministrations on her neck and that thought alone sent shivers down her spine and right between her legs.

"C’mere." Y/N gripped the back of Hailee’s neck and pulled her into a bruising kiss, forcing her tongue into the singer’s mouth almost immediately and reveling in the wail tumbling out of Hailee’s throat and traveling right though her mouth and down between her legs when one of her hands, secured on the girl’s waist, skidded down and grasped her ass to flush their hips even more closer.

"Fuck." Hailee gasped out loud as her chest heaved from lack of air when Y/N’s teeth nibbled on her pulse point while her other hand moved from her neck and joined her ass to grope her thoroughly. "Shit, I can’t slip my hands under your shirt, it’s glued to your skin."

"Then take it off." Y/N answered absentmindedly as she focused on leaving a small hickey under the collar of Hailee’s shirt, making sure it would be covered with her clothes and would be hid from the public’s eyes.

"But I can clearly see you don’t have a bra under it."

"So what? It’s not the first time you see my boobs." Hailee blushed furiously when she recalled a few weeks ago when she barged into Y/N’s changing room and found her almost completely naked.

"Ugh, I almost exploded that day."

"Does it mean you will totally explode if you see me completely naked?" Y/N teased Hailee with a grin full of mirth and Hailee rolled her eyes in fond exasperation at her girlfriend.

"It depends on what kind of explosions we’re talking about." Hailee teased back as she started playing with the hem of the girl’s wet shirt, her fingertips caressing teasingly the waistband of Y/N’s sweatpants.

"Hm." Y/N hummed on Hailee’s lips before slipping teasingly her tongue into Hailee’s parted mouth and gripped her ass hard to make Hailee circle her legs around her waist to walk them towards the bed, "you sure?"

Hailee’s heart rate skyrocketed at the thoughtful, loving question, causing warmth to invade her body and arousal pool even more between her legs, increasing copiously the wetness already collected there. "More than ever." Hailee kissed Y/N hungrily to let all her feelings into their kiss as she imperceptibly grounded her center on Y/N’s contracted abs to gain more friction, "hm, wait." Hailee pulled away when she felt the girl starting her walk towards the bed and made her stop in her tracks.

"What?" The adorable worried gaze Y/N regarded her with made Hailee let out a small ‘aw’ before pecking repeatedly her lips, basking in the smile that her gesture replaced with instead of her anxious pout.

"My brother is downstairs and the door is unlocked."

"Do you think we can trick him into leaving the house for a while so we can-?" Y/N stopped herself because she didn’t know how her body would react if she said the ‘s’ word with Hailee still in her arms and merely stared at the bed with her eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

Hailee blushed furiously at the implications and nodded, but before she could ask Y/N to put her down so could open the door and call her brother Y/N walked them both towards the door and waited for Hailee to open the door. The show of strength Y/N was pulling right now was so hot Hailee felt her arousal increase so much it almost became unbearable, but she had to resist a few more minutes before finally giving into their desires. She opened the door a tad and leaned her back a bit, completely ignoring her center rubbing deliciously over Y/N’s abs and winking at Y/N when she noticed the hungry look she was sending her way at her sexy gesture, to call out her brother from upstairs, knowing he could hear her from there, "GRIFF?!" When she received no answer she furrowed her brows and looked at Y/N in confusion who just lifted her shoulders up in puzzlement. Y/N reluctantly had to put Hailee down as they had to make their way down the stairs to go searching the boy, who was probably busy and couldn’t hear them, but they found the house completely empty. Just when Hailee went to the couch to grab her phone and call her brother, she found a post-it stuck on its screen and smiled sweetly at the message.

Wade called for my help for his car. I’ll see you guys tonight. Tell Y/N she still need to pay for her prank with food.

Hailee showed the message to Y/N, who rolled her eyes good-naturedly and shook her head, before a big, ravenous smirk rolled over her lips, "do you know what this means?" Hailee gulped visibly as her body’s temperature rose up in an instant at the hungry tilt present in Y/N’s voice and waited for Y/N to continue, "it means I have you all to myself for the entire day." Y/N walked slowly, predatorily towards Hailee, nuzzling their noses together before bending slightly on her knees and grasping Hailee’s ass again to pull her up and link her legs around her waist to start her walk up the stairs.

"Shit, that was fucking hot." Hailee murmured hungrily as she leaned over and attacked Y/N’s neck with open-mouthed kisses, mixed with a few licks and small nips. She smirked widely when Y/N faltered in her steps on the stairs when she bit particularly harsh on her pulse point and soothed the stinging with her tongue, moaning pitifully on the now raw skin when Y/N gripped her ass hard, causing her hips to rub deliciously over her stomach.

"Babe, I’m trying to walk."

"Then hurry up, because I’m trying to fuck you."

Y/N stopped her walk on the stairs to stare Hailee down predatorily, "Hailee. Fuck!"

Hailee giggled just a few seconds before she squealed loudly when Y/N pretty much sprinted up the stairs and into her room, kicking the door shut and blindly locking the door, Hailee finding the motion extremely hot and endearing as she pulled their mouths together in a bruising kiss. "That was so hot too."

"Me running up the stairs?"

"Yeah and closing the door without looking at it."

"Yeah well you can never be too sure so I had to lock it and I only have eyes for you my beautiful Hailee, so how could I look away?" Y/N replied charmingly as she brushed their noses together before wrapping her lips around the blonde’s ones in an open-mouthed kiss, all teeth and tongues.

"Shit." Hailee shuddered as she recovered from their powerful kiss and licked her lips to ground herself before leaning their foreheads together and looking into Y/N’s eyes intensely, then laying a soft peck on the Y/H/C girl’s nose before speaking up once again, "that was so cheesy but so fucking beautiful and heart warming. I’m speechless. I like you so so much, Y/N/N. I know we met only about a month ago but I already feel something so strong for you, my beautiful baby."

"So are you Haiz. And we may officially know each other for only a short amount of time, but I feel like I’ve known you for so much longer. And I mean, I technically do since I am your fan and I’ve known you since around 2014, but trust me when I say that these past month with you only deepened my already growing feelings for you."

The two stared each other down a few more moments before meeting into a languid, soft kiss, full of passion that burned within their bodies that got obscured by lust when Y/N finally reached the bed and laid Hailee gently on it, crawling on top of her right after as they never detached their lips and kept exploring the other’s mouth eagerly with their tongues. "Can I take this off?"

Hailee almost combusted on the spot at the question asked in a whispered, breathy voice on her lips as Y/N’s hands played with the hem of the girl’s black tank top, "yes, baby."

And with a swift motion, Y/N lifted Hailee’s top off and took her time to admire her girlfriend’s half naked torso, her eyes sweeping over the prominent collarbones, down her chest clad in a black lacy bra before focusing hungrily on Hailee’s abs, that she promptly contracted under the girl’s intense and attentive stare, causing Y/N to lick her lips longingly, "you are gorgeous Haiz."

"So are you babe. Let me get you out of this drenched shirt." Hailee laid a soft peck on Y/N’s lips before looking into Y/N’s eyes to ask for her permission, finding affection and lust mixing together in her Y/E/C irises, and so, with a bit of effort, she succeeded in pulling the wet garment off Y/N and throwing it on the floor to join her own top. She watched mesmerized as goosebumps appeared on the girl’s skin, licking her dry lips before biting down on her bottom lip when her girlfriend’s nipples hardened even more when shivers reached her chest too.

"See something you like miss Steinfeld?" Y/N repeated her previous question and smirked cheekily down at a still starstruck Hailee, ogling her girlfriend’s boobs with hooded eyes, and chuckled amusedly when Hailee merely nodded at the girl’s question without moving her eyes away from Y/N’s chest, so the girl laid her finger under Hailee’s chin and lifted her head up to make her meet her amused but lustful gaze, "take a picture, it’ll last longer."

"Maybe I will, do you mind?" Hailee moved her hand to retrieve her phone from her pocket after stashing it in there after reading her brother’s message he left for her and opened her camera app to snap a few pictures of Y/N half naked and straddling her torso. "Beautiful."

"I thought we were about to have sex, not an impromptu photoshoot."

"Sorry, but I couldn’t resist." Hailee blocked her phone and discarded it somewhere on the mattress before giving her undivided attention to Y/N. "Where were we?"

"I was about to state the fact that it’s unfair you already saw my boobs twice while I’ve never seen yours." Y/N spoke up in a pensive tone as she tapped her forefinger on her chin and looked down at Hailee, who was still having an hard time focusing on anything but Y/N’s boobs calling for her mouth’s attention.

"Well, I guess we need to do something to change that."

"How about this?" Y/N leaned down to capture Hailee’s lips in an hard kiss while her hands sneaked behind Hailee’s back to arch it and allow her fingers to unfasten her bra and throwing it behind her before staring at Hailee’s supple breasts a few seconds, then laying her torso down on Hailee’s one and both moaned in delight when their nipples brushed over each other for the first time. Tingles traveled all over their bodies when Y/N readjusted her position on top of Hailee and slotted one of her legs between Hailee’s ones, causing her thigh still covered by her wet sweatpants to rub deliciously over Hailee’s jeans clad center, while Hailee’s leg slipped between Y/N’s thighs and pushed hard on Y/N’s core.

"Oh." Hailee moaned in appreciation at the wonderful stimulation she was experiencing and canted her hips up on Y/N’s leg to gain as much friction as she could, feeling Y/N’s hands grasping her hips clench on the skin there.

"You’re so hot, fuck." Y/N stared transfixed with her eyes full of lust skidding all over Hailee’s naked chest as she licked her swollen lips in a predatory way while her body lighted up with arousal at the singer grinding on her thigh greedily.

"Are you- fuck- just gonna stare babe?"

"Oh trust me, I’m going to do so much more than just stare." Y/N stated in an hungry, low tone, causing tingles to run down Hailee’s spine and merging all between her legs, causing another moan to slip out as a particular hard thrust up stimulated her clit wonderfully, "enjoying yourself?"

"Yeah." Hailee shuddered as the coiling sensation in her lower stomach grew exponentially each passing second of her grinding and at the smug smirk Y/N sent her way, "a lot."

"Hm." Y/N hummed pensively as her hands moved up and down Hailee’s torso, the soft caresses eliciting goosebumps on her hands’ wake, purposefully grazing the underside of Hailee’s boobs but never grasping them fully to tease the singer a bit more while her smirk only grew wider at the small whimpers leaving her girlfriend’s mouth each time she missed her breasts, "y’know I’m enjoying myself too, watching this amazing show, having the privilege of front row seats and all of that, being the one giving you so much pleasure without even touching you properly, your beautiful face contorted in pleasure, those amazing sounds leaving your mouth and let’s not even start talking about your wonderful tits moving each time you thrust your hips up for some friction and literally calling me and my mouth to just pay attention to them. Fuck, you are stunning like this babe, my beautiful baby."

"Oh fuck-shit. Y/N, please touch me. Make me come over and over again."

"Well, since you asked so nicely." In one swift motion, Y/N got rid of both Hailee’s and her pants and panties and resumed their previous position, now both moaning blissfully at the sensation of their skin coming in contact for the first time without any garment in between and both established a slow but steady rhythm, with their cores rubbing on their thighs while they kissed hungrily in a messy kiss, full of teeth and tongues.

"Y/N/N." Hailee wailed loudly when Y/N’s lips attached on her pulse point while both of her hands finally landed on her chest and kneaded her boobs needily.

"Hm." Y/N hummed in appreciation and hunger as Hailee’s nipples stood up under her palms at her hands’ attention and rolled them both with her thumb and basked in the broken, strangled whine leaving Hailee’s throat at her motions, "so so hot like this."

"Oh babe! You feel so good." Hailee’s body twisted under Y/N’s one as her hips increased the pace just a tad, chasing down her increasing arousal and orgasm.

"Can I taste your wonderful boobs?" Hailee felt a gush of arousal leave her core at the question and, not finding enough clarity to answer verbally, Hailee nodded furiously and combed her hands into Y/N’s hair to push her head down on her chest. Y/N smirked at the eager gesture and let Hailee move her down her body, leaving a trail kisses on her way down before promptly wrapping her lips around a pebbled nipple and moaning on the singer’s chest at the sensations triggered by her gesture.

Y/N took her time in worshipping the girl’s breasts to the fullest, alternating between kisses, nibbles, small love bites and licks, switching from one boob to the other to make sure they both had the proper attention they both deserved, all the while never stopping her grinding with Hailee’s hips, only increasing the speed and the force when they both felt their orgasm getting close. "Babe, I’m- fuck."

"Yeah, me too." Y/N murmured with a nipple into her mouth and swirled her tongue over it a few times before releasing it with a loud pop and moving up to be face to face with Hailee, nuzzling their noses together before laying a soft peck on her lips.

"Oh, Y/N/N!" Hailee moaned blissfully when Y/N laid her torso back on Hailee’s one, causing their nipples to clash together and stimulate them both to the fullest with each thrust they did, and wrapped her arms around the Y/H/C girl’s strong back as she hugged her closer. Their hips never stopped their unrelenting pace, only moved fast as they chased down their peak, creating a lewd melody of thudding sounds coming from the headboard hitting the wall and their moans mixing together between them.

"Shit, I’m close." Y/N whispered into Hailee’s ear as the singer laid her forehead on Y/N’s temple and nodded furiously beside her.

"Me too babe." Hailee was the first to tumble over the edge with a strangled moan and her hands clamping down on Y/N’s shoulder blades, her body stiffening for a few seconds as her release spread all over Y/N’s thigh, followed right after by Y/N, who moaned softly into Hailee’s shoulder, her body twitching copiously as her juices dripped from her core and onto Hailee’s leg and bed, before slumping down on Hailee’s body as both let their haziness wear off.

"Hi." Y/N turned her head around slowly to meet Hailee’s soft, brown irises and pecked her lips gently, feeling a big grin flit over Hailee’s lips before sharing another tender kiss.

"Hi cutie." Hailee brushed their noses together a few seconds before, without warning, switching their position. She was now the one on top, looking down at Y/N and admiring with greedy eyes her breathtaking naked body. "Hello again."

"Hm, this view is also not bad at all." Y/N felt her body literally buzz in anticipation and trepidation as she noticed the predator look Hailee was regarding her with.

"Would you look at that?" Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and silently asked Hailee to elaborate further, "look at the mess I made! I better clean it up."

"Oh shit!" Y/N had very little time to process what the singer was referring to before she felt her tongue hit her right thigh and lick her own juices off. "Fuck Haiz, that was so hot."

"Wanna taste?" Hailee smirked seductively at Y/N after straightening her stance and leaned over to kiss Y/N when she whimpered under her breath and nodded her head briskly. Hailee shuddered visibly when Y/N was waiting with her mouth already parted open to accommodate her tongue and wailed into the Y/E/C girl’s mouth when she sucked eagerly on her tongue while her hands flew to her ass and gripped it harshly.

"Hm, so fucking delicious. I wanna taste more."

"Ah-ah, later. Now, I want to see how loud you can be while I fuck you into the mattress." Hailee almost surprised herself at her own words. She never liked that much dirty talk, never the one using it and always almost cringing when her past lovers used it. But with Y/N? It just seemed natural and it felt so fucking hot hearing Y/N voice her thoughts while being intimate with her and watching closely Y/N’s reaction at her own crass words. So she guessed she liked dirty talk now.

"Oh shit, how do you want me?" Y/N asked eagerly, instinctively spreading her legs open for Hailee to slip between them and lay on Y/N’s body and moaned pitifully into Hailee’s mouth when she pulled her into a slow, sensual kiss with their tongues sliding over each other hungrily.

"Hm, like this is perfect." Hailee stated in an hoarse voice, humming in appreciation when Y/N’s hands kept kneading her ass eagerly as her lips laced on her jaw and left open mouthed kisses there. "No hickeys. I have to shoot the music video tomorrow."

"Noted." Y/N’s teeth nibbled Hailee’s defined jaw a few more seconds, before laying her tongue flat on her skin and licking up to her ear before engulfing her earlobe into her mouth and sucked on it teasingly.

"Hm." Hailee hummed blissfully as her arousal pooled once again between her legs and almost got herself lost into Y/N’s amazing ministrations before she shook her head hastily to get rid of the haziness and moved her head away from Y/N’s lips, "how are you feeling? Ready for round two?" When the Y/E/C girl just nodded furiously as she bit on her bottom lip seductively, Hailee leaned over to replace her teeth with Y/N’s ones and nibbled on her bottom lip a few seconds, while one of her hands slipped between their bodies and reached its yearned destination a moment later, triggering a loud moan from Y/N, that Hailee promptly swallowed when she joined their lips again in a much more frenzy and needier kiss. "So wet for me already."

"Oh Haiz." Y/N felt wild goosebumps wreck her body when Hailee rolled her pulsating clit between her fingers before releasing it and teasing her entrance instead, going back and forth repeatedly to increase the already copious amount of wetness between her legs. "Please baby."

"Patience, Y/N/N." Hailee smirked when Y/N grunted in protest and bucked her hips up to try to gain some friction, but Hailee used her other hand to push the girl’s hips down on the mattress and tutted at her with a wolfish grin adorning her features, "so needy for me." Hailee, for good measure, slipped only the tip of her middle finger in and her smirk broadened when Y/N tried to push her hips up to slip her finger more into her but her other hand pressed them more into the mattress, causing Y/N to grouse out her disappointment. "I promised you I would fuck you into the mattress and that’s what I’m about to do. But I want to make sure you are wet enough for me."

"Babe I can feel myself dripping on the sheets. So please fuck me, or I’m doing it myself."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Hailee countered back in challenge, her sweet smile still present on her lips a stark contrast from the mischief swimming into her brown, almost black, hues and chuckled amusedly when Y/N grunted out in frustration.

"Such a tease." Y/N had only the time to finish her sentence as a loud, satisfied moan got ripped out of her throat when Hailee sank her digit completely into Y/N and started an agonizingly slow rhythm.

"Fuck Y/N/N, you feel amazing around my finger."

"Babe faster, harder. Just more."

"Look at you, so needy for me." Hailee rasped out as she added a second finger and increased her speed just tad bit, still wanting to see how much more teasing Y/N could take.

"Yes babe, just for you." Y/N stated out of breath as her hips, now a bit more free to move under Hailee’s hand, met Hailee’s thrusts to increase her pleasure as the coiling feeling in her lower stomach became stronger each passing second, after each push of Hailee’s fingers in her core and each swipe of her palm of her hand on her pulsating clit, begging for some more attention too.

"Is this enough for you?" Hailee asked in a seductive tone right into Y/N’s ear, smirking proudly when the girl wailed out loud at her nibbling on her earlobe and bit down on it a bit more harshly to pull a full, louder moan from her girlfriend, "or do you want more?"

"I need more babe, please."

"What do you need? Use your words." Hailee traced Y/N’s ear with her tongue before moving her lips on her jaw, her chin, her cheeks then reaching their destination on the girl’s full lips and kissing her fervently, their tongues clashing needily into their mouths all the while Hailee never ceased her steady but still too slow thrusts.

"Please baby, faster."

Hailee sped up her movements right after, her stomach flipping over itself at the loud, appreciative moan coming out of Y/N’s mouth as her hips matched her fingers’ rhythm while her head slumped back on the pillow and her eyes clamped shut. "You’re so beautiful."

"Fuck Haiz, right there!"

"Do you like it babe?" Y/N nodded furiously and Hailee tutted at her with a pouty face. "Words baby." Hailee thrusted her fingers harshly back into Y/N’s core and watched as her body trembled with her gesture and a strangled moan came out of Y/N’s throat as her hands moved from Hailee’s ass and clasped her strong back to ground herself to the singer as the coiling feeling in her stomach was almost ready to snap.

"Yes baby." Y/N whimpered when a particular hard thrust made her almost see stars and trashed her head side to side on the pillow as the pleasure almost overwhelmed her, "so fucking good! YES!"

Hailee smiled proudly at the scream of satisfaction when she added her thumb in the equation and rolled Y/N’s clit in fast circles, moving in rhythm with her thrusts. "Do you think you could take another finger?"

"Yes, oh yes please." With the last ounce of strength she summoned within her body, she opened her eyes and clamped her hands around Hailee’s neck to hold her as she stared intently into her eyes, "fucking rail me."

Hailee shuddered visibly at the statement, causing her fingers to stutter a bit in their motions, but she quickly recovered her functions and obliged immediately, pushing a third finger in as started plunging them in and out fast and hard, almost coming on the spot at the squelching sounds they were creating in Y/N’s drenched core. She repositioned her hands, laying the left one on the girl’s hips to help her movements while the right one grabbed Y/N’s left hand clamped around the back of her neck and entwined them lovingly before laying them on the mattress beside Y/N’s head and laid on it for leverage. "Fuck, this feels amazing."

"Oh! I’m- so close babe." Those words only spurred Hailee on, a primal need to watch her come undone under her overcoming her, so she used her hips to help her thrust in deeper and harder, feeling the girl’s walls clenching on her digits in an heavenly way, as her other hand clenched around the girl’s hips.

"Let go babe, let me see how fucking beautiful you are while you come on my fingers." And after a few thrusts and a few taps on her clit, Y/N came with a loud, long moan of Hailee’s name, emitted right on Hailee’s lips. Her body stilled for a few seconds before slumping back on the mattress still trembling from the powerful orgasm while Hailee slowed her movements to a stop and removed her fingers and halted her motions only when she felt the girl’s body stopping twitching. "Look at the beautiful mess you just made." Hailee lifted her glossy fingers up between them to let Y/N see, before moving it towards her mouth to have a taste but she was stopped with a gentle, still a bit shaky hand around her wrist, so she lifted her right eyebrow up in a silent question at Y/N, now sporting a determined, sultry gaze on. "Holy shit." Hailee moaned pitifully a second later when Y/N smirked at her and winked before she slipped Hailee’s three fingers still wet with her release into her mouth and started sucking them clean, staring transfixed into Y/E/C irises looking back at her intently with her mouth hang open as a gush of arousal left her already extremely drenched core.

Hailee tentatively moved her hand just a tiny bit into Y/N’s mouth and she almost came on the spot when Y/N hummed in appreciation at her gesture and prompted her to repeat it by challenging her with her wiggling eyebrows and her eyes full of mischief and mirth. Hailee then replicated her movement, now firmer and more determined as her other hand clasped Y/N’s scalp to guide her mouth up and down her fingers. "Fuck. So so hot." Hailee whispered in a haze, "keep going, suck my fingers clean." Y/N moaned pitifully around Hailee’s fingers at the encouraging words, both feeling thrilling shivers running down their spines at the eroticism of Hailee mouth-fucking Y/N. When Y/N felt like Hailee’s fingers were satisfyingly cleaned, she clenched gently on Hailee’s nape and slowly pushed the singer’s digits out, licking her lips and humming in delight for good-measure to tease Hailee more.

"Wanna taste?" Hailee growled under her breath before clashing their lips together and pushing her tongue forcefully into Y/N’s smiling lips to lick every angle of Y/N’s mouth, whining at her taste still lingering on her girlfriend’s tongue and sucking on it eagerly. When they separated, their pupils were blown and their chests heaved wildly to try to bring some needed air into their lungs as their hearts beat in unison, like they were connected.

"Hm, now I am curious."

"About what?" Hailee asked with a million dollar smile at the cute pensive look Y/N was sporting, not clearly getting what the girl meant with her question murmured in a low tone after a few minutes of comfortable silence with them cuddling on the bed, Hailee slumped on top of Y/N and with her face hid into her neck as their hands absentmindedly caressed their still a bit hot and sweaty skin.

"About how you taste."

"Excuse me what?"

"I’m wondering if you taste as wonderful as I think you taste." Y/N repeated, elaborating her train of thoughts as the singer stared down at her with fire burning behind her brown, almost black, irises and bit on her bottom lip seductively and hungrily, "you tasted yourself when you licked your release off my thigh, so I’m a bit both jealous and disappointed."

"Well, what are you gonna do then?" Hailee surprised herself at how much hoarse her voice sounded but smirked in satisfaction when she saw visible goosebumps run all over her girlfriend’s exposed skin, "Y/N?"

Hailee’s question and calling her name made her get out of her brain still wrapping completely around what just happened, the sounds of Hailee’s moans embedded in her brain forever, and leaned over to bit on Hailee’s bottom lip and then pulled away, "Hm, so many options."

"What?"

"I could have you spread out beautifully under me as I drink you up, or I can have you ride my face as I devour you under those masterpieces you call thighs, I could fuck you till you can’t walk with my fingers and have a taste. See? So so many options."

Hailee felt her body flare up in pure, raw arousal at Y/N’s sentence spoken so easily and with a light tone like she was talking about the weather, her core immediately clenching over nothing as a fresh gush of arousal spurted out of her core and dripped down her inner thighs, "what are you gonna choose?" Hailee shivered at her own low, raspy voice spoken on Y/N’s mouth before sinking her teeth on the girl’s bottom lip teasingly and smirking triumphantly when she heard her growl before clashing their lips together in an hungry, frenzy kiss with their tongues sliding over each other fervently.

"Hm." Y/N hummed absentmindedly after they pulled away from their intense kiss and licked her swollen lips then laid another, sweet, peck on Hailee’s mouth before speaking up with a burning determination and a lustful eagerness swimming through her Y/E/C irises, now almost black as the desire the two girls were sharing was becoming almost unbearable, "even though I would love to try all of these options, I think I will have you spread out for me on this bed as I devour you until you can’t walk for days."

Hailee shivered visibly at the promise behind Y/N’s statement and let out a whimper she couldn’t exactly control before joining their lips into another heavy kiss, "who said you can’t try them all after?"

Y/N had to literally stop her brain from spinning at the dirty, mischievous smirk Hailee sent her way as she grabbed her hand and pushed it between her legs, moaning lewdly when Y/N moved her pointer and middle finger between her wet folds to tease her. "You are perfect baby."

"So are you Y/N/N." The Y/H/C girl saw tenderness whirling around Hailee’s eyes, before a second later it got replaced by lust as a low wail tumbled out of her mouth at Y/N rolling her clit between her fingers, "but please, now fuck me."

And with a renewed resolution and purpose, Y/N flipped them over in a swift motion with her hand still buried between Hailee’s legs then kissed the singer fervently, letting the unique taste of the blonde inebriate her senses for a few seconds before slipping just the tip of her middle finger in and smirked triumphantly when Hailee moaned out loud right into her mouth and made them stop kissing. So Y/N focused on the singer’s pulse point, peppering just a few light kisses there, knowing with just the last ounce of clarity she had in her brain to not leave a visible mark since Hailee had to shoot her music video the next day, before descending on her collarbones all the while she slipped her finger all the way in and started a maddeningly slow pace. Her lips left a trail of open mouthed kisses down the blonde’s sternum before finally slipping a pebbled nipple into her mouth and lapped at it with her tongue, triggering a strangled gasp from Hailee above her. "Do you like it?"

"Oh yes!" Hailee moaned in affirmation as her hands buried into Y/N’s Y/H/C tresses and pushed her more into her chest as she bucked her hips up to silently ask for more.

"Do you want another finger?" Y/N lifted her eyes up and watched as Hailee nodded eagerly with her bottom lip trapped between her teeth and her eyes closed shut as her face contorted in pleasure and smiled softly at the girl, before pulling her mouth away from Hailee’s breast and tutted at her in fond mockery.

The sudden lack of warmth surrounding her nipple, the cool air hitting her wet skin and the soft tutting hitting her ears made Hailee open her eyes and look down at Y/N to ask her why she halted her ministrations on her chest only for her head to spin out of control when she was met with lustful eyes already staring at her, "why did you stop?"

"Because I want you to use words and to not hold back from any sound. We are alone for the rest of the day, so don’t hold back. Let me hear you use that beautiful voice of yours not only for singing or acting." Y/N stated hungrily as she added another finger into Hailee’s core without warning and got rewarded with a lascivious moan.

"Oh fuck." Hailee whined when Y/N sped up her movements while her other hand palmed her breast and kneaded it harshly.

"There it is." Y/N leaned over to peck Hailee’s lips again before resuming her previous position and taking her hand’s place on Hailee’s boob as her fingers pushed in and out of Hailee in an unrelenting pace. When she was satisfied it got the perfect amount of attention, Y/N moved from Hailee’s right boob to the other, kissing all around Hailee’s areola, nibbling at the soft mound moving from the top to the bottom and from left to right before lapping her perk up nipple, matching her digits’ rhythm, as a slew of profanities left the singer’s mouth from above her. She slipped the nipple into her mouth to suck on it for a few seconds, enough to overstimulate Hailee a bit more, before reluctantly pulling away and continuing her journey down Hailee’s marvelous body.

Her hand slipping in and out of Hailee created a dizzying squelching sound that mixed together with the blonde’s moans of pure pleasure were making Y/N intoxicated with everything Hailee. Y/N increased her speed just notch when she felt the singer’s hips meet her thrusts needily while slipping her tongue out to lick Hailee’s mouthwatering abs, letting out a moan herself when she felt the muscles stand up at the attention and at girl’s hips’ movements, before finally reaching her desired destination. "Oh SHIT!"

Y/N felt pride swell hard into her chest when a spur of wetness left Hailee’s core while the singer clamped down on her hair and moaned out loud after Y/N enveloped the blonde’s clit with her lips and started sucking on it tentatively, a stark contrast from the now ruthless pounding of her fingers into the girl’s core. "You feel so good in my mouth." Y/N pulled away just enough to murmur her sentence on Hailee’s clit before diving right back in and suckling on the bundle of nerves harshly while her fingers curled into Hailee’s center, feeling the girl’s walls clench and spasm around them, a clear sign the girl was close to tipping over the edge.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck Y/N/N!" With a broken, loud scream, Hailee reached her powerful orgasm. Her body stilled just a few seconds to spur out her release before it started spasming and trembling as Y/N slowed her fingers’ movements to help her ride out her post-coital wave. She was ready to voice out her disappointment when Y/N slipped her fingers out of her still twitching core, only for it to die in her throat as a loud moan came out of it when Y/N’s tongue took a long, hungry lick from the bottom of her slits all the way to her clit and shuddered wildly as Y/N’s appreciative hum’s vibrations travelled from her core and spread all over her body, lightning it up in an instant as a fresh wave of arousal already settled between her legs, making the singer wonder how it was possible to get turned on just a few seconds later a powerful orgasm, but discarded the question quickly when she felt Y/N’s surprisingly skilled tongue lap up her release’s juices. "Oh fuck babe, don’t stop."

"Look at you, so wet for me again, already." Y/N snickered mischievously as her eyes full of mirth and affection met Hailee’s hooded ones from her position between her legs and winked up at her, watching as a scorching blush formed on her cheeks as she licked another swipe on Hailee’s cunt, slipping just the tip of her tongue between her slits before laying her tongue flat on her pulsating clit and lapping up at it a few times, all the while never breaking their intense eye contact. "Can I slip my tongue in?"

Hailee couldn’t find in herself the strength to answer with coherent words at that question, so she moaned pitifully what she deemed a ‘yes’ and gripped Y/N’s scalp hard to push her more into her cunt, but Y/N stayed put as she stared her down with a raised eyebrow up in challenge. Of course, use your words. "Yes baby! Please, I need you and amazing skilled tongue."

"As you wish." And with that last spoken sentence, Y/N kissed tenderly Hailee’s clit before easing her tongue in slowly, moaning delightfully at the amazing sensation of Hailee’s walls clenching down on her wet muscle while her thighs instinctively tightened around her head. The Y/H/C girl started slowly, slipping her tongue all the way out before slamming it back in, settling a steady rhythm to let Hailee truly enjoy her pleasure, but that lasted all about two minutes before Y/N eagerly sped up her movements as her hands clamped down on Hailee’s powerful thighs, wanting the girl to come into her mouth at all costs and as soon as she could.

"Oh fuckfuckfuck! Right there babe!" Hailee was a moaning mess as she thrashed around in ecstasy, Y/N’s tongue making her feel a plethora of emotions she almost felt overwhelmed by them and everything, but at the same time the tight squeezing Y/N did on the top of her thighs grounded her, enhancing her pleasure tenfold. "Oh yes, yes, yes!"

Y/N’s fingers clenched hard on Hailee’s skin as the girl’s scent and taste inebriated her senses and when she opened her eyes to look up at the girl to try and meet her gaze as she fucked her with her tongue, she faltered in her motions for a second when she watched the girl knead her own boob and tease her nipple with the hand not clenching on the Y/H/C girl’s scalp. Y/N felt like she could just come without even a proper stimulation from that sight only. It was so incredibly erotic watching Hailee increase her own pleasure by massaging her breast as she bucked her hips to meet Y/N’s tongue slamming in and out of her cunt, her eyes closed as her beautiful features contorted in pleasure. After speeding up as much as she could her tongue’s speed into Hailee’s center, Y/N could feel Hailee was nearing her tipping point if her walls spasming and clenching impossibly hard around her curling tongue was anything to go by, so she pushed through the stinging pain in her jaw from the fatigue and thrusted her tongue in and out of Hailee rapidly, using her nose to stimulate the girl’s clit in the process to enhance her pleasure and after thrusting particularly hard into Hailee and curling her tongue, Hailee came undone with a lecherous scream of Y/N’s name. Y/N wailed in pure bliss when Hailee’s release met her tongue and taste buds, inebriating her senses even more and making her dizzy but she pushed through her lustful haze to drink Hailee’s juices up all the while helping her girlfriend ride out her orgasm. When she felt the girl twitch from overstimulation she stopped her small licks and laid a soft peck on Hailee’s clit, feeling it still pulsating under her lips from her powerful orgasm, before dotting Hailee’s a bit sweaty body with soft kisses, then nuzzled her nose with Hailee’s one and smiled warmly down at her. "Hi there."

Hailee just shook her head fondly at Y/N and kissed her gently, before whining into the kiss when she could taste herself on Y/N’s lips as she could feel small remnants of her release on them and on her chin, so she promptly licked them all clean before slipping her tongue into Y/N’s mouth and kissing her languidly, both moaning into the kiss, Hailee for tasting herself again on Y/N’s tongue while Y/N moaned at the lewd action the singer just did. "Hi." Hailee spoke up out of breath after pulling away from the kiss and smiled lovingly up at Y/N before sighing blissfully when Y/N settled on the bed beside her and she immediately slipped between her arms and cuddled her, enjoying their comfortable and peaceful bubble wrapped up around each other, resting a bit before going for a few more rounds.

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"Steinfeld, Steinfeld, Steinfeld." Hailee snickered under her breath after she entered her changing room and found Y/N, sat on the small couch in the room, staring hungrily at her, before shaking her head and speaking up with a clearly fake disappointed tone, "you are gonna make me explode."

"Do you like it?" Hailee asked in fake innocence as she looked down at her ‘mermaid dress’ as Anderson called it.

"I fucking love it." Y/N declared as she sat up from the couch and sauntered towards Hailee, causing butterflies to fly around her stomach at the ravenous look Y/N had on as she came closer to her like a predator walked closer to its prey. When she was within arms reach, she laid her hands on the girl’s hips and squeezed them gently, "shit, it hugs your amazing body perfectly."

"Hm, I have a feeling you will love the other two more outfits I have to put on."

"Show me." Hailee smirked seductively at Y/N before laying her finger on Y/N’s sternum and pushed her gently backwards until she sat her back down on the couch, before disappearing in the small bathroom to change. "You could’ve changed in front of me y’know? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Many, many times." Y/N’s proud smirk fell off her face as soon as her eyes landed on Hailee’s form clad in a fancy jumpsuit, that showed Hailee’s chest delightfully, making her almost drool on the floor. "Holy fucking shit."

"Isn’t it beautiful? And look at this belt!" Hailee smiled brightly in excitement at the aforementioned belt before gulping loudly when she met Y/N’s predatory look. She let out a gasp when Y/N slammed her back on the nearest wall and flushed their bodies together while her eyes never left her boobs, "my eyes are up here Y/N/N."

"But your boobs aren’t." Hailee’s giggle soon became a strangled wail when Y/N attached her lips on her neck before peppering kisses on the top of her showing left boob, "shit, I want to pull this off of you." Y/N growled when she got frustrated at the dress going in between her mouth and Hailee’s chest and gripped the girl’s hips hard.

"I need to finish shooting, but I can always ask Jen to let me keep it, so you can pull it off of me at home." Hailee replied out of breath in a lustful haze, Y/N’s lips kissing and nibbling her chest was proving to be a well enough distraction for her brain to properly function. "But, I have a surprise for you." Hailee wiggled her eyebrows as Y/N stared at her eagerly but soon furrowed her eyebrows together when she watched Hailee remove her belt and laying it gingerly on the table near them. "Unzip the front." When Y/N’s lascivious smirk rolled over her lips, Hailee felt her core clench around nothing as butterflies went crazy in her stomach, but got a grip on herself quickly and rolled her eyes fondly at her girlfriend, "no funny business, I still have to shoot in 2 minutes."

"Plenty of time to make you come." Y/N interjected seductively as she played with the small zip as purposefully gazing into Hailee’s eyes lustfully with her eyebrows arched up seductively.

Desire flashed over Hailee’s eyes as her arousal kept growing between her legs, but she forced herself to clear her mind from her dirty thoughts and primal needs with an hash shake of her head and looked at Y/N in reprimand, "babe, behave."

"Sorry, sorry. You were saying?"

"Pull the zipper down. It’s the first part of a two-part gift for you." Hailee explained vaguely but the mischievous glint present in her brown pools told Y/N it was trouble, the good kind of trouble of course. So with curiosity swirling around her stomach, she pushed the zipper down slowly, watching as the suit started to get loose around Hailee’s body, shivering when she noticed it run all the way down Hailee’s core but it was well hidden by the fabric of the suit. When she was down she lifted a intrigued eyebrow up as she took in her girlfriend’s extremely hot body, "open it a bit and look down."

"Oh shit." Y/N almost fainted as lust and desire hazed her mind when she saw what her girlfriend was talking about and why it was a gift for her, "are you going fucking commando for the shooting?"

"No one need to know about that, except you and me. Besides, it has a protection under there so the zipper doesn’t irritate my vagina."

"Hm." Y/N hummed absentmindedly as her hungry eyes stayed fixated on Hailee’s core, half hidden by her dress but enough to shoot arousal all over Y/N’s body as her hands itched to just slip into Hailee. Y/N was ready to do just that, when a loud knock interrupted their bubble and Y/N groaned in frustration as she laid her forehead on Hailee’s left clavicle and closed her eyes, feeling and hearing the blonde chuckle in amusement.

"Hailee, we’re ready!"

"I’ll be out in a second!" Hailee patted Y/N’s shoulder gently to make her meet her gaze before pulling her into a soft kiss, "want to be there too?"

"Yeah." Y/N pulled the zip up slowly before sighing out longingly at Hailee’s not panties-clothed core, pulling another chuckle from the singer.

"Let’s go drama queen, I still have another gift for you later."

"Can’t wait." After a few more takes Hailee got rushed out into her changing room again as Y/N stayed on set to talk with Anderson and hearing his ideas for the last scenes to shoot for the video, only for her to shut him out when Hailee came back on set wearing the skimpiest bikini top she’d ever seen and tried to behave as she ogled hungrily at her girlfriend’s chest, not noticing the blonde smirking at her proudly, before starting to shoot once again.

Y/N felt like the whole world stopped existing as she stared lustfully at her girlfriend while she moved her lips along the words of the song, forcing herself not to nibble on her bottom lip and just standing there with her hands clasped in front of her. "Earth to Y/N." Y/N snapped back to reality and discarded every dirty thought swimming around her hazed mind by shaking her head, blinking rapidly at Hailee smirking wickedly at her. "We finished shooting. We’re celebrating in a bit, let’s go! I need to change."

Y/N whined in protest at those words and Hailee laughed heartily as she pulled Y/N with her in her changing room, emitting a loud gasp when as soon as the door closed behind them Y/N slammed her on it and locked it, her eyes never leaving her chest. "Really Steinfeld? Showing me your boobs in front of so many people and forcing me to behave when all I wanted to do was to just taste these wonderful tits?"

Hailee whined as arousal immediately pooled between her thighs and shivered copiously, "surprise? I told you it was a two-part gift."

"An highly appreciated gift. Now let me unwrap it."

"No babe, we need to go celebrate. In a few hours we’ll go back to your place and I’m all yours."

"You said you needed to change. I’m helping you getting out of your bikini." Y/N countered back casually as she shrugged with a maddeningly nonchalant expression on her face while playing with the strings around Hailee’s neck.

"How helpful of you." Hailee smirked in amusement and bit back a moan when Y/N’s lips attached to her neck and started sucking on her pulse point.

"I know right? Now, can I?" Y/N asked with the best puppy dog eyes she ever mustered and smiled triumphantly when Hailee rolled her eyes and sighed in defeat, dramatically, for good measure and good-naturedly and in an instant her breasts got freed from the bikini as it fell on her stomach since the other strings where still tied around her torso. Hailee moaned in pleasure when Y/N’s mouth immediately attached itself on her left breast, leaving open mouthed kisses all over it before suckling eagerly on her perk nipple while her hands laid flat behind her back to arch the singer’s chest more into her mouth.

"Oh babe." Hailee’s hands sneaked into Y/N’s hair and gripped her scalp in pleasure, pushing her more into her when Y/N switched to her other boob and bit on her nipple hard before focusing on the underside of it to leave a big hickey there. "Baby, as much as I want you to continue this, someone will come looking for us soon." Hailee moaned when Y/N bit harshly on her left breast to leave another hickey, smiling when she realized Y/N was taking her time to mark her since she finished shooting and shivered when that thought traveled right between her legs and increased the already copious amount of arousal pooled there. They both jumped in fright when someone passing by Hailee’s door screamed in excitement as someone opened a bottle of champagne and both sighed out in frustration because they had to necessarily stop their fun activities. Hailee bracketed Y/N’s face and laid a soft peck on her lips before murmuring softly on them, "just a few hours, then I’m all yours."

"I’m counting on it Steinfeld."

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Kitty Games

Word Count: 1k

Spencer Reid x Reader

Content Warnings: None :)

“This one!” You pointed at a small brown kitten, curled up in a ball inside of a cage. “Oh, Spencer, please say yes, please say yes.” You’d finally managed to drag Spencer to the pound after a long argument about adopting an animal. It took five months for him to even agree on getting a cat, but four more months to decide on whether to adopt or rescue. Finally, an agreement had been made.

Spencer smiled down at the kitten’s mud-colored fur. He chuckled a little under his breath at the kitten’s meows at you as you offered your hand out in front of its cage. Still crouched at the kitty’s level, you turned your head towards Spencer. 

“I didn’t say a thing.” Though Spencer couldn’t hide his smile as he pretended to doubt the kitten’s cuteness.

“It’s a girl, Spence. But she’s a baby and doesn’t have a name yet.” You waved your hand at Spencer to crouch down next to you. He shook his head in protest but was forced down as you unexpectedly yanked at his hand. “See that?” You pointed at the information attached to the kitten’s cage. “No home, no prospective buyers. She’s all ours if we want her.” 

Spencer’s face softened as he looked at the kitty, watching her lick at her paws and purr. No doubt in his mind she was the one. Yet still… “I don’t know y/n. I don’t know if she’s the one.” 

Your mind whirred. You couldn’t not take this cat. What if someone else rescued her by the next time you visited the pound? “Baby, please. She’s perfect and I love her a lot. I really really want her.” 

“We can’t make a choice in one day. Let’s revisit this over the weekend, okay?” Spencer watched as his words broke your heart, but deep down he knew it’d be worth it. However, Spencer didn’t expect your sadness to turn into anger so quickly. 

You shot up and started towards the door. Spencer followed you out into the cold quickly, “I’m eating with Penelope, Em, and JJ in two hours anyways. I’ll ask one of them to pick me up from here.”

Spencer looked puzzled, you were upset with him. For real. “We- we came here together though.”

“Well I don’t feel like going home alone without a cat right now. But since you do, I think you’ll do just fine going home without me too.” You were making no sense at this point. You were in a post-pound funk after seeing so many sweet babies without a home or place to live.

Spencer reached for your hand in distress, but you just yanked it away. “Alright. But I’m not leaving until I see you get into a car.” 

“Fine.” You whispered.

“Fine.” Spencer bit back, really hoping this game would be worth it. 

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As soon as Spencer knew he was in the clear, he ran back inside the pound and wasted no time rescuing that kitten. He’d calculated that he’d probably have about four hours to get the cat and set everything up, so there was no time to waste. 

Straight from the pound with a brand new kitty, Spencer drove to Petco and picked up a pink fluffy dome-shaped cat bed, much bigger than the kitty, which he thought was funny. On his trip he also picked up an array of cat food and other necessities such as food and water bowls, litter, a litter box, scoopers, everything he’d need. 

That left him with two hours to set up the kitty’s toys and new purchases in the apartment. He spent every minute carefully, building the kitty’s perfect new scratching post, kitty palace of a bed, and filling a little cookie jar with tiny cat treats. All done, Spencer waited in the living room with his kitty in his lap, a big pink bow tied around her, so that he could see your reaction as soon as you walked in. 

You made it into the apartment around 9:40 and slid a to-go meal across the kitchen counter. It was a little something you’d picked up for Spencer. No matter how upset you were, you loved him and would always look after him.

“Hey, we missed you.” Spencer stood up from the couch, extending the wrapped kitty in his arms out to you. 

Your hands shot up to your mouth. “Oh my god. Spencer-” You dragged on as your eyes began to cloud. Spencer carefully laid her in your arms, unwrapping the pink bow around her. “Oh my god, I feel horrible, horrible, horrible.” You whispered as you pet your new kitty.

“I knew to pull off the surprise I’d have to make you sad, but I didn’t think you’d be mad.” He laughed, watching you place a little kiss on the kitten’s small head. Your heart melted as she purred into the kiss.

“Oh! And she has toys, oh my god. It’s so perfect,” You finally looked up at Spencer with a little tear running down your cheek, “I’m so sorry, baby.”

Spencer shook his head, just wrapping you and his baby kitten up into a big family hug. “Don’t be.” He placed a kiss on both you and the kitten. “What’s our baby’s name?”

“Hmmm.” You thought with a smile. “Muffin.”

“Ooh, I love Muffin.” Spencer replied, making you giggle. You watched as Spencer’s eyes studied your lips. “I love you. Thank you for everything.”

“I love you so much more. Thank you for the world, plus my kitty.” You placed a kiss on Spencer’s nose in return, then went back to stroking Muffin’s back. 

Spencer raised his hand to your face, “Our kitty.” He claimed with a smile.

“Our kitty.” You corrected yourself, pulling Spencer and your mutual furbaby into a tight, loving, thankful squeeze. The long day made sense now. Everything was worth that moment. Everything was worth little Muffin Reid.

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