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fairydvsts-blog · 9 months

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i loved “i could fuck you better” sm! 🥵 reading the part where she begs rafe to finish in her without protection made me wonder, could u maybe write something for ex!rafe getting reader pregnant? 🤫

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Rafe Cameron x ex!fem!reader

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summary; your relationship with Rafe hangs by a thread, but a mistake will forever bind you together

warnings; SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex, unexpected pregnancy, some angst but fluff in the end

a/n; english isn't my first language, so you might find some mistakes; I'm open to constructive criticism. Sorry for the delay, I'm a slow writer :(. I'm not sure if this is what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy it and thank you so much for your request!! ❤️

When Sarah had invited you to her birthday party, the last thing you expected was to end up in Rafe's bed... Once again.

You two had broken up a few weeks ago for the hundredth time, and you had been ignoring him since the break up because you knew it was likely you would get back with him if you didn't.

And he didn't deserve it after what he had done.

But that night he was acting very different from how he usually acted: kind, sweet, caring. You hadn't seen him snorting any coke and he had even apologised for being a jerk —which was almost unthinkable coming from him—, causing you to soften in no time.

Before you knew it, you were naked under his dreamy body.

He was pounding into you hard, your bodies were covered in sweat and you couldn't help but moan with every thrust, each one of them hitting your g-spot. His hands were everywhere, touching and caressing every part of your body almost like he was worshipping you.

"I've missed you so much, baby," he whispered while he grabbed your neck to bring your face closer so he could kiss you, taking your breath away.

His tongue slipped between your lips and you moaned, closing your eyes and pulling his hair so hard that he groaned in your mouth. You used your legs to push his hips rougher against yours and you swore you felt the tip of his dick rubbing your cervix.

"Have you missed me?" he asked when you didn't reply, desperate to hear an answer.

He grabbed your left thigh, hard enough to bruise, and he placed your leg over his shoulder, heightening your pleasure. You cried out and hold onto his biceps with so much force that your gel nails dug into his tanned skin. You tried to give him an answer, but that new position was clouding all your senses and you weren't capable of putting words together; you had lost count of how many times you had come thanks to his fingers and his dirty mouth, but you could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm again.

"Are you gonna answer or should I stop, baby?" he insisted, slowing down his movements.

"No, no, please, I'm so close, Rafe," you begged him as you ground your hips to try and get yourself off.

"Have you missed me or not?" He pushed your body against the mattress so you couldn't move and stopped thrusting.

"Rafe..." you stuttered, looking at him with pleading eyes, but he didn't budge.

"Yes or no? It's an easy question, baby." He placed his thumb right over your clit, rubbing it at a torturing but very pleasing pace.

"Yes, I've missed you so much," you finally recognised, whimpering and biting your lip because of his actions.

He smirked, clearly satisfied with your answer, before he started pounding into you again, faster this time. He kept touching your clit with his fingers, making your eyes roll back, and you tried to match his pace the best you could. Soon, you were standing on the edge of the cliff, ready to jump off it.

"I'm going to cum," you told him, grabbing his hand to encourage him to rub your clitoris faster, and he complied.

"Me too, baby." His breathing was heavy while he started letting out more and more moans as seconds passed.

You stroked his belly, feeling his abs contract under your fingertips, and his thrusts became sloppier. You knew he wasn't going to last much longer, but neither were you, so you tightened your muscles around his cock and he groaned aloud; his raspy voice caressing your ears. With one last touch on your clit you came hard, trembling under him and moaning so loud that you were sure people on the first floor could hear you.

"Oh, fuck yes."

Your climax triggered his; Rafe cried out a bunch of curses while he fucked you through your orgasm and his own. You were so lost in the moment that you didn't even realise he was not wearing a condom. Three weeks later, though, when your didn't get your period, you became aware of your enormous mistake.

You sat on your bed, shaking and holding the pregnancy test in one hand, your phone in the other. It was positive, you were pregnant, but you were so scared of Rafe's reaction to that information that you didn't dare to tell him. You started crying your eyes out, not knowing what to do.

Should you tell Rafe?

Should you tell your parents first?

Should you keep it a secret and have an abortion?

You were too damn young to be a mother and you weren't ready for a responsibility like that, but it didn't seem fair to Rafe that you made that decision without being honest with him about the situation first; he deserved to know, even if you weren't together anymore.

You hadn't talk with him since your last encounter at Sarah's party given that you went back to ignore him as soon as you had left the house the morning after. He, on the other hand, was being more persistent than ever, blowing your phone with calls and messages every day.

That time, it was you who called, and it took him less than thirty seconds to pick up his phone.

"Baby, I'm so glad that you called." He sounded relieved to hear form you.

"We have to talk, Rafe," you simply said, struggling to contain your emotions that were all over the place.

Now at least you knew the reason behind all of your recent mood swings.

"See you in five." He hung up the phone.

As he promised, he was ringing your bell five minutes later. You opened the door, your eyes clearly puffy due to all the crying, and he frowned when he noticed, hugging you almost immediately.

"Are you okay, baby?" he asked, concerned.

He carried you inside, sitting on the couch and motioning you to sit on his lap. You did so, crying inconsolably on his shoulder as he whispered reassuring things to your ear throughout. He didn't pressure you to tell him what was going on; he just waited till you were ready to talk.

"We fucked up, Rafe," you said when you had calmed down, turning to look him in the eyes, "I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened when he heard you, his mouth dropping open because of the news, and it took him a few minutes to overcome the shock.

"Say something, please," you asked, feeling your eyes starting to water again.

Your heart was hammering in your chest; you were terrified. What were you supposed to do if he didn't support you in the most difficult moment of your life? For you, that would mean the end of your relationship forever.

Thankfully, that did not happen.

He just put his arms around you one more time and said, "Baby, whatever decision you make, I'm here for you, okay? I'll always be there for you when you need me, because I love you with all my heart."

For the first time since you had met him, you felt truly safe in his arms and you knew right away: he was the one, your one. It was pointless to try to stay away form him; you were his and he was yours and the universe would always conspire to bring you together, because you were meant to be.

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trumanbluee · 2 months

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hi girlie ! could i please request james x reader, with him being nervous about asking popular!reader to the yule ball ? ily 🫶🏼

love this idea so much! thank u for sending it in ily 🫰

about time - james potter

word count: 1178

warnings: not edited but other than that just jamie being a cutie pie!

a/n: thank u sm for the request !!! im so sorry it took so long i wasn't expecting to be so busy :( i hope you like it !! 🩷

It wasn’t often that James got visible anxious because of someone. Sure, Minnie had her days where she’d shoot him a stern look and he’d shrink back into his seat in class, and Moony had him walking on eggshells when it was approaching the full moon, but with you it was different.

You’d never done anything but be sickeningly sweet to him, always smiling and waving hello when you walked past him in the hallway, and giving him tips when you were paired together in potions.

James saw the upcoming Yule Ball as the perfect opportunity to finally ask you out. He’d been saying he would for months now, and quite frankly Remus and Sirius were getting sick and tired of hearing about it. There’s only so many times they can tell him, ‘she obviously likes you, mate’, before his insecure denial becomes unbearable to hear, as much as they love the guy.

Normally, like with Lily Evans, who he’d been forced to move on from after she’d come out as a lesbian and started dating Mary Macdonald, James would have no qualms in simply going up to a girl he thought was pretty and asking her out – usually on a clandestine trip to Honeydukes, he would always beg Moony and Padfoot to let him borrow the map.

But with you, it was different. You were so, insanely, beautiful. Just your face was enough to stop James in his tracks, a hand placed over his ever-quickening heartbeat.

However, your beauty wasn’t the issue. Well, it wasn’t the reason James found it difficult to function like a normal human being around you. That’s because you’re just so lovely. Though, ‘lovely’ doesn’t even begin to describe the way you light up the room whenever you walk into it, or the way your laughter pangs the heart of everyone who is lucky enough to hear it or, even luckier, the reason for it.

James had been lucky to be that reason many a time, usually not of his own volition, with you somehow always catching him doing something silly -- like that time you were walking to Potions and rounded the corner just in time to see him slip on some unknown substance on the floor. He’d yelped like a wounded animal, and you’d doubled over in laughter (not before helping him up and asking if he was okay, of course).

With the Yule Ball quickly approaching, he realised he was limited for time to ask you to be his date. Remus and Sirius had been trying to encourage him for weeks, with Remus, always the voice of reason, saying: “Mate, I have never seen you look at a girl like you do her, please just ask her out for our own sanity.”

Sirius, unable not to, chimed in with: “Yeah, what’ve you got to lose, Prongs? The worst thing she can say is no.” causing Remus to groan and shove him roughly.

“Don’t be a git, our Jamie needs help,” he cooed playfully, turning his attention back to James, who sat in front of the fire, playing nervously with a stray thread on Remus’s sweater he’d stolen earlier that day.

“Honestly, mate, I reckon you should ask her. I hate to agree with Pads on anything, but what’ve you got to lose?”

So, with encouragement from Lily and Mary, who had both been pretending to read in the lounge while listening to James’ turmoil, he decided he was going to pluck up the courage and finally ask you out.

For once, James was thankful for potions class. He'd been paired up with you at the start of the semester, Slughorn -- the cheeky bugger -- sending him a sly wink when he'd read your names out from his list.

The class was loud -- mostly with Sirius's complaining about not having a clue what he's doing, followed by a loud groan from Remus -- when James nervously slid his stool closer to where you stood, peering into the cauldron as you stirred it. He tapped your shoulder with his pointer finger, asking for your attention, before resting his chin on his palm.

You turned to him, smile already creeping onto your face simply from his proximity.

"D'ya have a date to the ball yet?" he mumbled into his hand, eyes looking anywhere but you, focusing intently on the bubbling potion.

"Mmh? Jamie, what did you say?" you ask sweetly, placing the spoon down to balance on the rim of the cauldron.

"Y'know I can't understand what you say when you talk into your hand like that," you giggle.

He huffs, sitting up straighter on his chair, pushing his glassed up his nose -- a nervous tick you'd noticed him do often when he was talking to you.

"I just asked if -- do you have a date to the ball?"

You hear him this time, and a grin grows on your lips. You cross your arms and playfully look down your nose at him.

"Are you asking me to go with you, James?"

He's shocked at your abruptness, fidgeting in his chair uncomfortably.

"Well, I just, if you haven't been asked alr-"

You cut him off, "- you don't think I've been ask yet? Am I not pretty enough to be asked to the ball, James?"

You're playing with him, but he's too nervous to realise. You'd feel bad, maybe, if he and his little friends hadn't dyed your hair bright green just before the last fancy dress event Hogwarts had held.

He's bright red now, frustrated with himself and embarrassed.

"No, no, no, no!" he mumbles, "I just, I wanted to know if there was any point in asking you now because you -- uhm, you probably already have a date and it's stupid, I shouldn't have left it so long to ask you ou-"

He's pulled out of his ramblings by your hand over his mouth, thumb under his chin to physically stop him from speaking. He looks up at you to see you smiling brightly back at him, eyes glistening. The potion is long forgotten by now.

"Jamie," you giggle, removing your palm from his face, "I would love to go to the ball with you, silly boy. No need to get all worked up."

His jaw would've fallen open had he not willed it not to. He couldn't believe that you'd actually said yes. He could've kissed you right where you stood.

You laugh at his expression, brows furrowed in surprise and lips curled into the biggest smile you'd ever seen on the boy.

You cup his cheeks in both your hands, "I wish you'd have asked sooner, I felt silly turning down all these other guys when you hadn't even asked me yet." You smiled at him fondly, releasing his face and pecking his cheek softly, "Thanks Jamie."

You skip off, ponytail bouncing up and down with your steps, probably going to try and convince Slughorn that the potion went bad of its own volition, and James hopes you don't catch the whooping of his friends as they envelope him in cheers and high-fives.

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itsmealaiah · 3 months

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heyyy pookie, can I request like a jake smut maybe 🤭with a coquette reader style kinda 😭🙏, if not thank yu anyway and I love u sm , kisses xx 🤍

i absolutely can! love you so much ❤️

Experiment

tags/ warnings: bondage, tying hands with ribbons, sub! jake, p in v, riding jake, head (m rec)

pairing: jake x coquette reader (not described)

summary: seeing your ribbons laying around the room, jake grows an urge to try something new

@tookio thank you for making these dividers, i'm very grateful for you ❤️

1.1k words; proofread for once 🥰

Jake's eyes drifted up and down the length of your body, lingering on the supple curve of her breasts before finally coming to rest on the ribbons that adorned your hair. He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have those same ribbons binding his own wrists, the soft fabric sliding against his skin as he struggled against them. There was something undeniably alluring about the idea of being completely at her mercy, helpless and exposed beneath her touch.

The more he thought about it, the more aroused he became. He imagined you expertly wrapping the ribbons around his wrists, securing them tightly but not too tightly, just enough to make it difficult for him to free himself. He could feel his heart racing with anticipation, his breath coming faster and shallower as he pictured you bearing over him, your expression a mix of amusement and control.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He cleared his throat, trying to sound casual despite the hammering of his heart in his ears. "Um… y/n?" he said, looking up at you from beneath his eyelashes. "I was wondering if you could… use some of those ribbons to tie me up with?"

Your eyes widened slightly in surprise before a slow, teasing smile spread across your lips. "Are you sure, Jake?" you asked, feigning concern. "I don't want me to hurt you"

He laughed nervously, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "I'm sure, y/n. I just… think it would be fun." His gaze dropped to the floor, his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment and desire. "Please?" he added, his voice barely more than a whisper.

You considered his plea for a moment, studying his face carefully. There was a vulnerability in his expression that you couldn't resist. Standing up slowly, you moved toward the bed, the ribbons in your hair swaying gently with each step. When you reached the bedside, you turned to face him, your eyes never leaving his. "ok..," you said softly. "you sure though, actually?."

You reached out and took one of the ribbons from his hair, running it through your fingers before threading it expertly through his outstretched left wrist. The soft fabric slid against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. As you tied the knot, he arched his back, pressing his chest into the mattress. You secured the ribbon, leaving just enough slack for him to move his arm, but not enough for him to escape. You repeated the process with his other wrist, securing it to the bedpost, leaving him completely at your mercy.

You stood back, admiring your handiwork, and noticed the way Jake's chest rose and fell rapidly beneath his muscular frame. His eyes darted up and down your body, taking in the way your breasts rose and fell with each breath, and the gentle sway of your hips as you moved closer to the bed. The expression on his face was a mixture of desire and fear, and it was clear that he was completely at your mercy.

With a slow, deliberate pace, you knelt down beside him on the bed. You reached out and traced the line of his jaw with your fingertips, feeling the soft stubble beneath your touch. His eyes closed briefly, as if savoring the sensation. "You know," you whispered, "this wasn't a bad idea." You leaned in, kissing him softly on the lips, feeling his body respond to yours.

As your kiss deepened, you could feel the tension in his muscles begin to ease, replaced by a growing sense of relaxation and desire. You slid your hand down his chest, tracing the outline of his abs before moving lower, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. He let out a soft moan as you pulled them down, revealing his hardened length.

You leaned back, taking in the sight of him before you. His chest heaved with each ragged breath, and his eyes were dark with lust. You reached out and wrapped your hand around his shaft, guiding it toward your waiting lips. He arched his back off the bed, his hips bucking involuntarily as you took him into your mouth. You began to stroke him slowly, feeling the heat and weight of him against your tongue.

Your other hand reached up to cup his nipple, kneading the soft flesh through his shirt. He let out a sharp gasp, arching his back even further into your touch. You continued to suck and stroke him, feeling his hips begin to thrust rhythmically into your mouth. The taste of him on your tongue was intoxicating, and you could feel the warmth of his desire spreading through your body.

As he grew closer to orgasm, you pulled away, breathless and flushed. You straddled his hips, guiding his erection toward your wetness. He helped by lifting his hips off the bed, and you felt him slide inside you with a deep, satisfying groan. His eyes met yours as you began to move in sync with his thrusts, the bed creaking beneath you.

You arched your back, throwing your head back as you felt him fill you completely. His thrusts grew harder and faster, matching the rhythm of your hips as you moved in perfect sync. The room was filled with the sounds of your bodies colliding, the soft moans and gasps that escaped your lips.

You leaned forward, your breasts brushing against his chest as you ground yourself against him. He growled as he thrust deeper still. With each passing second, the pleasure built inside you, a wave of heat that seemed to start in your core and spread outward until every nerve ending was on fire.

He reached up, his fingers tangled in your hair, and gently pulled your head back toward him. His lips found yours, and their tongues danced together as they moved in perfect harmony. You felt yourself getting closer, the tension building inside you, ready to snap. With a soft moan, you arched your back, feeling the sensation build to a peak.

Your orgasm crashed over you in a wave of pure bliss. Your body shook violently, and your inner walls gripped him tightly as your release consumed you. He followed you over the edge, his hips bucking wildly as he came inside you. The heat of his seed filled you, making you feel even more connected to him.

As the wave of pleasure subsided, you collapsed on top of him, your weight pressing down on his chest. He wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you close, and you could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear. You closed your eyes, enjoying the intimacy of the moment.

#jake webber fluff #jake webber x reader #jake webber smut #jake webber imagine #jake webber #coquette #jake webber x y/n #emo #goth #scene #itsmealaiah

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heaven4lostgirls · 1 year

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Sis, we need some angst and a badass reader with Sirius. I meant it when I said I NEED IT

you and me

sirius black x badass!reader

a/n: hiii!! thank u sm for the request i hope you like this!!! this is lowk sub!sirius but you can ignore that if you’d like

he knew you were capable on going on a mission by yourself so why all of a sudden was he asking you not to go? sirius had been following you around for the last hour asking you not to go on your solo mission for the order tomorrow because he was worried about you getting hurt.

“sirius, i have let you go on solo missions SEVERAL TIMES. why all of a sudden are you asking me to stay at home when i’ve never asked that of you” you asked him sternly standing in your shared kitchen with your hands on your hips.

sirius looked the equivalent of a kicked puppy however there was aggravation behind his eyes.

“i’m worried about you. i don’t doubt that you’re strong enough but you’ve never been in the field alone and none of the other girls-“

“sirius orion black the third i swear to merlin’s left ballsack if you tell me you don’t want me to go on this mission because i am a woman i will pack my bags and leave you here alone without a word of whether or not i am okay”

he looked shocked at your threat, and yes maybe you had taken it a bit too far and you would never actually follow through with it but he needed to know his place, he could not control you.

“no darling-, i’m sorry that came out wrong. please just think about this before you go, i’m just worried about you. i cant lose you darling. please don’t let me lose you too”

tears cascaded down his face, it had only been a couple of months since the ministry had reported his brother missing and although he refused to admit it, sirius was scared that everyone he loved would not make it out of the war, leaving him alone.

sirius thrived on the social connections he had with others, he was only ever truly happy in the presence of other people, especially you. it gave him a break of what thoughts his mind had plagued him with.

your body relaxed as sirius inadvertently admitted why he didn’t want you to go, you quickly make your way to your lover and wrap your arms around his waist and press his face into your neck where you feel the wetness of his tears fall onto your skin.

“shhh siri, it’s okay. i’m not leaving you. i promise to come straight back to you. you know i will, you have to let me fight for us sirius, i want us to grow old together, please let me help us earn a better future together” you whispered as tears pricked your eyes as your threaded your fingers through his hair.

he’s nods softly before he pulls away softly with a cute pout on his face, “kiss?” he asks through sniffles and you smile softly as you grab his face in your hands and place a delicate kiss on his lips.

“you and me, forever sirius”

“you and me” he murmurs as he places his forehead against yours.

#juliwrites #harry potter #marauders #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders angst #sirius black x reader #sirius orion black #sirius black angst #sirius black x badass!reader

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periodiccompletionist · 11 months

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seelestia · 2 years

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i knew you'd have my back 😭 <3 no i totally understand i don't think i can ever get mad at zhongli either-

mutual respect for sure, and yeah i can see him being slightly annoyed but also at the same time slightly amused by the yashiro commissioner's..... more eccentric tendencies. lol

beauty is pain a lot of the times lsdjfklsjdlfkjsdf i am reminded of why i only occasionally use make up whenever i'm out today. sun was out and as soon as i stepped out from the flat i just. gushed sweat all over my face ;;;;;

cyno if you're proud of me come home now in 10 pulls pls n thank u- sounds like a good plan! tbh i would probably skip childe for ayato too if he does get a rerun... but for me it's just bc i like his playstyle better lol oh lia you are simping so hard and i love to see it- /lh

i feel like xiao would be secretly smug about it. first to be triple crowned and first to be fully built... he's basically carrying my whole team and i am so attached to him (+ zhongli ofc) lsdkjflsjdf

lmao yes his weekly boss voicelines and cutscene is burned permanently into my brain atp. the poor child is getting beat up every week.... gosh, raiden lskdjflksjdf that one boss is such a pain indeed ;w;

"we get to see alhaitham a lot" 👀 ohoho yesss that is good news 💗 LMAO that's adorable now i'm imagining you glaring at this tall muscular man with your hands on your hips and a scowl on your face like "aight buddy listen well, i only tolerate you bc my cousin loves you but i swear to the archons if you do anything sus i will- uh- hm- bite your hand!" (camera pans out to see ayato chuckling fondly as he watches you berate al haitham)

new voiceline unlocked: "osmanthus tea tastes the same as i remember.... yet i can only wish i have someone to share it with."

we'd probably talk about how our day went before zhongli launches into his storytelling mode, something about an olden tale lost in time.... and i'll be just sipping my tea as i stare at him dreamily like a lovesick fool (which i am), trying to not drift off from his calming voice- (spoiler: i probably failed)

and now i am curious of how ayalia spends their time in the rare occasion that ayato isn't swamped with work :D please enlighten me <3

zhongli fanarts you say 🤔 i would very much enjoy fine arts yes 🧐

trueee, i think zhongli has gained quite the skills when it comes to handling eccentric people (looks at childe and hu tao). rin jie, you're his last thread of sanity, do not let him down (but i think he'd find your enthusiasm less annoying than the others soft spot).

sweat (derogatory), my worst enemy. i hate sweating sm like it even has a place for itself on my carrd <//3 sweating itself is a torture on its own, but that on top of wearing makeup... noooo 🚶 this is why places with a chill breeze >>> everything. i'd love to go the highlands again 😭 wbu, rin jie?? will you ever go on another vacay some time in the future, maybe?? i hope you could because you deffo deserve it <3 except the jetlag, we hate jetlags here jfjekskdk

HELFPSJDK cyno, please come home to rin jie, you have 5 more days to do that 🙏 if you do get him, i give you all my luck because you'd be experiencing the scarabs horror stories first-hand (/j) but honestly tho! cyno's playstyle is kinda fun with the extendable elemental burst >:) tapping on the visual cues reminds me of rhythm games but less stressful LOLLL vv fun, hehe!

xiao being secretly smug and he doesn't even realize he is 😭 but with the knowledge that the lord he is indebted to is in the same team, the vigilant yaksha will stay beyond humble. his powers can never compare to rex lapis', xiao would state this very, very adamantly and zhongli is just shaking his head with an amused smile.

NOOO, YOU PREDICTED ME. there was one instance where i did say something along those lines out loud to alhaitham on the screen 🚶 instead, it was "i am not taking my eyes off this suspicious ass man. not even to blink." as i proceeded to blink LOLLL ayato would definitely get a kick out of my attempts to jab at alhaitham <//3 but that scribe isn't a man who is easily affected by such things, so he'd either roll his eyes at me or even pointedly ignore me 🤨 a great one to study, not much to interact with. (/lh)

I CAN SEE IT <3 it's a shame you fell asleep, that look of adoration on zhongli's face as he gazed at you would've melted even the coldest of hearts. the tales can wait another time, he'd rather cherish this precious moment first. (cue me cheering in the background somewhere)

you're not wrong about the rarity of those occasions — so much so that i stifle a laugh every time i look at the sheer hidden relief on his face after his work is finished; but if i do, he'd pinch my nose and call me a sadist, hehe. as for how we'd spend time when he is not swamped with work, relaxing walks are a default routine! walking side by side, my hand on the crook of his elbow, just casually chatting <3 maybe we'd take a few adorable dogs along with us too?? hehe. on the contrary, even when ayato does have work, i think i'd join in to chirp in my thoughts?? politics may not be my forté, but i like sharing my views with him and how we just bounce ideas off of each other like a friendly debate >:)

yes, zhongli fanarts are so beautiful and for what. (/lh) also, there is a 50% chance you've seen this fanart before but behold, this masterpiece by the artist that we know and love! hehehe <3

#do tell me when you finish the archon quests 👀 i'd love to scream abt it with you hehe #and rin jie... have i ever told you how much i wanna sob when you indulge in my selfship <//3 #my poor heart. I SHALL CONQUER THE WORLD AND GIVE IT TO YOU !! (/lh)#ask box! 📬#visitor: dearest rin! 💠#ayalia! 🌊🫧

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 4 years

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Idk about the singer but we all know Cal loves some stupid memes, so what if it's just like stupid Twitter replied between Cal and her because they know even with time zones it's fun to wake up to stupid memes

Thanks for the suggestion! I’m combining this one with another one:

hi i love ur writing sm ! could u do a blurb where y/n has been getting a lot of hate from the fans and calum comforts her and stands up for her ?

Hope you enjoy!

Here’s part one, two, three, and four. This is the Distance series on my masterlist!

If you have any suggestions for this series, please send them my way! I’ll use as many as I can while still progressing the universe along as well!

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It’s really hard to say goodbye. Who else is gonna play with his hair and who else is gonna beg him to be lazy and watch movies all day and they don’t even even watch movies and wind up laying next to his pool to gaze up at the sun and talk about the universe. And who’s going to sit with him at too damn early in the morning snacking on ice cream that they were supposed to be saving for tomorrow but it’s tomorrow anyways, so why not have it?

“I’m gonna flood you with stupid memes,” she promises, sunglasses pushed up into her hair and gazing up into the not fully dawned morning sun that casts about Calum. The airport’s not as easy as when she first arrived, but there’s still the distinct hum of wheels rolling over concrete and the sound of planes breaking the barrier between sky and earth.

“If you don’t, I’ll be sad,” he punctuates the sentence by rolling out his bottom lip.

She gently reaches up to tap the end of his nose. “None of that. No sadness. Only memes.”

Calum laughs, but nods. “Only memes.” Their hug is long, inhaling again the scent of his almost faded cologne and Gain laundry detergent. And Calum can catch the citrus of her body wash amongst the hearty layer of his own detergent. But it smells so right on her. In the embrace, Calum wants to tell her she will be missed, that it’s going to suck not waking up to her morning face, all pinched up and eyes barely opened. “Let me know when the plane lands and when you make it home. So I know you’re safe,” he whispers instead.

“Of course.” It’s on her lips, the I miss you, but she holds it between her lips and behind her teeth. She holds onto that because she doesn’t want to burden Calum. Her fingers trail up his back and into the nape of the not fully brunette and just barely blonde strands. She knows her fingers are gonna miss this.

True to her word, when she makes it back home with her dog in toe, she lets Calum know that she’s safe. And not even a couple hours later, right before bed for her, Calum sees that she’s tweeted at him. It’s a 5SOS meme and Calum chuckles, before responding with his own.

The thread expands every day, more and more of their replies are just memes with no context, memes that they know the other person will get, memes in tweets and threads that aren’t even related to the original thread. And God, it makes Calum miss her laughing in his ears even more. He pictures her on his couch and her curled up next to Duke, but giving him his space.

While she loves sending the memes, she almost dreads opening up Twitter. Most people are nice, but some of just nasty. They attack her for everything and nothing all at once. She’s sure she can’t even breathe right if they could have input on that. It’s just starting to add up, people telling her she’s using Calum for clout as her debut album is gearing up to release. No matter what she does, if she explains that Calum and her are genuine friends or ignores the hate, it just keeps flooding in, keeps piling on.

Calum sends a meme and the lack of a response in the day is concerning but not enough. But as the days pass, and they’ve slowed on the video calls just between his work starting in the studio and hers that’s been underway for a while, Calum knows something is up. So he tries to contact her, Call me when you get the chance. Need to see your pretty face.

Her reply is a simple, Okay. As the day starts to wind down for Calum, with no call form her, he knows it’s got to be right at the crack of dawn to her, but he has to figure out what’s going on. She answers the call after the first couple of rings. Her eyes are puffy.

“What happened baby?” Calum asks. His body is immediately flooded with concern and he’s almost tempted to get on a flight right now.

She explains everything, all the tweets that are basically calling her an attention whore and a clout chaser and it’s just all becoming too much to handle. Calum asks what he can do, what they need to do to make things easier for her. At first, she just rants about how unfair it is and because it’s really just because she really likes Calum and his company and she wants to make this a thing but there’s distance and she does not ever want to be seen as using Calum’s fame in her favor.

Calum just listens and he can tell by the bags under her eyes that she hasn’t slept a wink. So he encourages just to rest and thankfully, she doesn’t have anything important to do. So once the call ends, they agree maybe they interact a little less on social media on their professional accounts, most of the social media interactions were on their private accounts, just so it was more protected. But every so often, she posted about a care package, or about the bands achievements and Calum posted about her second single, to help promote it of course, but also because he really did love the music she was making and the stories she had to share. But if it helps ease some of the anxiety to do that less publicly, Calum has no issue dialing that back.

But then he can’t sleep that night. It eats away at him that people would be so nasty towards her and he wishes he could do more than just console through a screen, but he knows he’ll do what he can--no matter what it is. Please know your words have weight. Whatever you say can seriously affect the person on the other side of the screen. Be kind, choose words carefully.

He truly wants to say more, he wants to use her name but he doesn’t want to add more fuel to the fire, doesn’t want to go against his word that he gave her. So he settles for that and though, sleep comes in waves, he tries to find peace in knowing he’s doing the right thing.

When she wakes, she doesn’t bother with social media, finishes up her evening, gets ready for bed. She sees the text from Calum and attached is a video of Duke walking around in a Christmas sweater. Because I know you love Duke and Christmas. Keep your chin up, buttercup. It’s all gonna be okay.

Thank you, Calum. It means a lot. She waits, fingers toying on the idea of saying more. There will always be more to say, like it really does make her feel heard and listened too and respected, and she misses him. God, she misses him.

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jiracheer · 4 years

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Ya know who it is, it be 🧊, back again with anotha request~ But this time it's gonna be spicyyyyyyy ;3c || Hcs/Drabble for mutual masturbation with Daichi 😳😳😳

✨ a/n: 🧊 ANON 😭!!!!! IVE MISSED U SM DOLL 🥺 how r u!! I hope ur okay!! Thank u for returning to me with this rq I’ve been thinking abt it for DAYS 🥴 I kinda wrote this a bit weird?? idk dawg 😳

Fuck 12. Daichi ain’t no cop he’s a firefighter👨‍🚒

✨ warnings :: NSFW, mutual masturbation. Choking????

NSFW under the cut!

It was late in the evening when Daichi finally came home. The young man was fairly exhausted from a days work, but nevertheless was smiling at the thought of coming home to you. The two of you have been together for 6 years, and he was more than excited to spend the rest of his life with you.

“Hey Egg-“ An outstretched hand came to greet your cat who bumped her head affectionately against his hand. The two of you had adopted her a week after you had purchased your home. She was your little baby and the two of you spoiled her unnecessarily.

“You seen mommy?” He immediately took note of how quiet the house was, and normally he didn’t mind, but this time he did. He missed you and was hoping to walk into you singing while making some sort of snack in the kitchen.

Egg simply purred as Daichi scratched behind her ears, shaking her head with a ring of her collar before she’d stalk away into another room. He could already hear her scratching her scratching post.

Frowning, Daichi stood up with a grunt and took off his shoes and heavy jacket before stepping foot into the main room. He put his hands on his hips as he searched around, thick brows drawn together as he looked all over the place but you were nowhere to be found.

It wasn’t until he noticed yalls door to your room closed that he realized that you were probably in bed asleep or something.

Or so he thought.

“Y/n-“ Came the gentle coo of Daichi’s voice. It was laced with honey, a warmth to it as he turned the knob and pushed the door open. “Sorry to wake you, but I thought I’d let you know that I’m home-“

There you were with your legs spread open, toes curling with your back arching off the bed at you tried to reach that certain spot. Your fingers worked diligently to try to reach it, but you were short of an inch and you couldn’t help but whine and moan in agony.

He watched with wide eyes, and with a tent growing in his pants, as you cried out for him with your eyes screwed shut, clearly trying to envision it was him making you feel good. but your fingers weren’t as thick as his, and they certainly weren’t calloused or long.

You had been waiting for him to come back from work all day. You were extremely needy and felt hot and bothered ever since that very morning when he left you hanging on a thin thread after a very exciting kiss.

So obviously in order to get rid of that ache between your legs, you were going to finger yourself until you were satisfied

You didn’t even know Daichi had come home until you felt a hot hand make contact with the inside of your thigh. Your eyes snapping open and you looked up at him in terror, thinking it was some stranger, before you realized it was the cause of your horniness and you huffed.

“Y-You bastard... Do something!” You practically shrieked as he continued to stroke the inside of your thigh, shushing you with a kiss.

You began to roll up his dark grey shirt and pulled it off him, basking in his glory. You ran your hands down his chest as the smell of smoke and musk filled your senses. It was such a heavy scent that it left you light headed

“Hold on princess-“ Daichi gently pried your eager hands away from his pants, laughing at you when you practically thrashed back dramatically. He took off his pants and soon his boxers followed. You drooled at the sight of him, eager and ready to take him in your mouth, but once again you were stopped

His large hand made contact with your stomach, pushing you down with his expression darkening.

“I need you to lay back for me, princess. Be real good and do that for me, okay?” His tone had changed significantly, dropping an octave as his eyes practically fucked you.

All you could do was nod and lean back against the small hill of pillows. Your fingers danced over your skin as you waited for your next set of orders, but what you didn’t expect was for Daichi to spit in his hand and grab the base of his dick and begin to move in an upwards and downwards motion.

Your breath hitched as you watched, completely mesmerized by him. Your loving boyfriend. Your teddy bear, dad lookin headass boyfriend... Was straight up masturbating in front of you.

You were going to have a stroke

You barely heard his next set of commands until a hand grabbed onto your throat, squeezing it lightly as he brought your face closer to his.

“Baby girl, are you listening? Or are you too busy watching me imagining your tight cunt replacing my hand?” His nose pressed against your temple with his lips on your cheek bone, pressing tantalizing kisses that left you feeling even more wet.

“I-I’m listening.” You lied, “I just. I just didn’t catch on to what you were saying, Daichi.” You sounded so meek, so submissive, and Daichi just wanted to shove himself into you and fuck you into tomorrow.

“I said to touch yourself, baby. Touch yourself the way I do.” His lips were searing as they pressed against your neck, and you could hear the sloppy noises that came from him fist fuckin his own cock.

You couldn’t speak, all you could do was nervously rub a finger over your slit and you shuddered, mouth forming an ‘o’ at how easily you managed to slide a finger in. You felt Daichi’s stare burn into you as he watched you put one finger in, then two, then three, and with the fourth you struggled immensely.

“Come on, princess.” He urged you, his own pace growing as the seconds went by. He grunted and growled lowly, hips bucking forward to meet his hand, but most importantly, to follow your rhythm.

“C-Can’t.. It’s. It’s too much Dai!” You cried out as you finally pushed in the 4th finger, and you found yourself orgasming from the simple feeling. You pulled out of yourself and trembled, thighs vibrating from pure ectasty.

You thought it was all over until you let out a startled mewl, hands gripping the bedsheets as a familiar sting met your vagina. Daichi had situated himself between your legs, picking up what you couldn’t finish, and now you we’re paying the price. Your fluffy walls squeezed against his thick fingers, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the feeling.

“D-Dai... Please- No more, baby. Please!” You squealed as he practically thrusted his fingers into you at an inhuman speed, breasts bouncing at each thrust. You let out wanton moans that you were sure your neighbors would be able to hear, but you didn’t care for once.

Daichi focused entirely on you and your weeping cunt, watching as your fingers took him and didn’t want him to leave.

“God y/n... Shit.” He leaned forward to press a few kisses to your breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, but he paused with a curse when your dainty hand grabbed ahold of his cock.

Pumping it, you tried to match your speed with his, but you would stop every so often to cry out in pleasure at his ministrations. You thumbed his slit and were barely able to cup his balls, and you could feel he was nearing the end with how desperately he was shoving his dick into your hand

“Daichi-“

“I know, baby. I know-“

It was a loud chorus of moans and names being chanted like a mantra. You were the first to cum, crying out as you did and you held onto Daichi as you orgasmed hard. Daichi was soon to follow and released onto your abdomen, hand, and bed.

Pants were shared with one another before the bed creaked, signaling you were done for and you pulled Daichi down with you. The two of you simply embraced one another, whispering sweet nothings as you shared a few tender kisses.

Meanwhile Egg was outside the room wondering when the hell her owners were going to feed her.

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hrina · 5 years

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Hanging by a Thread (Thank God for Sewing Needles II)

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N RATING: R WORD COUNT: 9.4k REQUESTED: yes!

hi everyone!!! i finished my last exam not even a week ago, and i’m so excited to start writing again! think of this sequel as me extending metaphorical olive branch, lmao 😘 i worked really hard on this piece, and im v happy with how it turned out! this little series honestly feels like my baby lol. as always, if u like it, please don’t hesitate to leave me some feedback! and here is where you can find the rest of my masterlist. enjoy! 💕

p.s. thank u to the ppl who acted as my betas!!! @yes-daddy-i-willl, @harryonstage and @smokeinherperfume i appreciate u sm!

~*~

The past few months have probably been the best of Harry’s life.

Of course, he’s still got his challenges—snooty events filled with pretentious people, a mother who is just a bit too difficult to please, a schedule that leaves very little room for relaxation and leisure.

But all of that means nothing when he gets you to laugh at his corny jokes and stroke his cheek with delicate fingers. There have been negatives in his life, sure, but they’re greatly outweighed by the newly-offered benefits that accompanied his confession the night of the gala.

Benefits which he’s currently enjoying.

“Fuck, pet,” Harry groans, gripping your hips tightly as he drives into you from behind. Your skin slaps against his, and the obscene sound only adds to the growing fire in the pit of his stomach. His eyes rake up your naked body, from the round perk of your ass to where your fingers are fisting tightly at the silk sheets.

Harry’s pace nearly falters when he realizes just how many times he’d dreamt of having you like this: wrapped snugly around him, in his bed, moaning out his name like a prayer. He digs his fingers into the plushness of your hips, groaning low in his throat when the tip of his cock reaches even further inside of you. Your velvety walls flutter around him and you bury your face into the mattress, whining loudly.

“You’re so deep,” you choke out, subconsciously beginning to move in harmony with him. Each time he drills forward, you push back, and it makes a deep, guttural sound echo in the back of his throat.

“Fuckin’ love this cunt,” Harry swears, wrapping his arm around you so that he can cup your pussy; his fingers split apart around where you’re both joined, and he grinds the heel of his hand into your clit.

You squeal, trying to simultaneously escape the contact while pressing back against him. The both of you are ravenous, hot and sweaty. Harry drinks you in, running his free hand down your soft side, from your shoulder to your thigh. He doles out a quick, sharp spank to your ass, and you moan in affirmation, wiggling your backside to encourage him.

“Knew you’d like that,” he grins, giving in to your pleas. “Always did love it when I pushed you, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you pant, squeezing your eyes shut. Harry has stilled now, allowing you to control the pace at which his cock fucks into you. You work your hips along his length, purposely clenching around him and giggling innocently when he groans. His hands fly out to your waist, steadying you so that he doesn’t lose it and cum right then and there.

“That’s not fair,” he growls, pinching your skin in admonishment. “Don’t wanna nut off just yet, love. Want you to cum with me.”

“Keep doing what you’re doing, and I will,” you moan.

Harry smiles, his fingers finding your clit once more; he rubs quick circles into the nub as he takes back control, beginning to pick up speed again. The wet sound of skin against skin grows louder with each thrust forward until it’s drowned out by your sharp gasp.

“That’s it,” Harry coaxes, watching with dark eyes as the muscles in your back tense up. “Cum for me, darling. Give me a good one.”

His words are enough to push you over the edge, and you cry out as your orgasm washes over you. Harry grunts animalistically, throwing his head back when your cunt spasms around his cock. The heavenly sensation sets him off as well, and he releases a string of creative curse words as his mouth pops open and his eyes flutter shut. The knot in his pelvis explodes, and he hunches over you as he shoots hot ropes of seed into the condom.

For the next few moments, there’s only heavy panting and the shuffling of limbs. And then you laugh quietly, lifting your head from the bed and gazing up at him with twinkling eyes.

“That was really good,” you murmur; your lips curl up into a small, satisfied smile. “Even better than last time, and I didn’t think that’d be possible.”

Harry chuckles, pulling out of you slowly with a devious grin. “I’m full of surprises.”

You snort and push yourself up onto your knees. Your thighs shake a bit—something that doesn’t go unnoticed by him—as you turn around to face him. He’s in the middle of peeling off the condom, but you slip your fingers beneath his chin, angling his face up. He’s sporting a lazy, post-coital smirk, and a light sheen of sweat is apparent on his forehead. Without saying anything, you lean in, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. He sighs happily.

“I’m going to go pee,” you tell him, mumbling the words against his mouth. “And then I wanna cuddle. Is that cool with you?”

“Very cool.” Harry nods, and you grin. You slide off the mattress, your knees quivering slightly as you take a step toward the washroom. Harry bites his bottom lip, watching the way your ass jiggles with the movement and trying to quell the barbaric voice in his head that spurs him on.

He shrugs to himself. Fuck it.

A moment later, you feel a sharp smack on your bum, and you shriek in surprise, your hands flying down to shield the abused skin.

“Hurry,” Harry teases, beaming stupidly when you turn to shoot him an affronted look. You cackle and quickly speed away before he gets the chance to deliver another blow.

~*~

“Christ, woman,” Harry utters, tipping his head back against the wall of the small closet.

He’s not quite sure what’s come over you; fifteen minutes ago, you’d both been joking around, bumping hips while you raced to see who could fry an egg the fastest. The kitchens of the palace were quiet, with all the staff having gone home for the night. Harry knew that nobody would be down in the basement at two in the morning, and that’s why he’d suggested a little competition.

But now, he’s here: trapped inside a small storage room with his hands wound in your hair and your lips wrapped around his cock.

He really doesn’t know how you both ended up here. He vaguely remembers you laughing victoriously, sliding your fried egg onto a free plate and sticking your tongue out at him as he pouted. You’d won, and you’d celebrated by switching off the burners on the stove and grabbing his hand, pulling him into the nearest secluded space before kissing him frantically.

And now your tongue is laving up his shaft and you’re giggling softly to yourself while he grunts in pained delight.

“You gonna cum soon?” you whisper, pulling off of his cock so that you can press a quick kiss to his hip bone. Your hand doesn’t cease its movements along his dick, continuing to stroke him languidly. Harry nods, his lips parting slightly as he feels his thighs tense in anticipation.

“Don’t stop,” he breathes, rubbing his thumb against your temple.

You smirk slightly, opening your mouth and tapping the head of his cock a few times against your bottom lip. You stick your tongue out, dipping it into his slit, and then Harry’s groaning far too loudly as he comes undone. You catch every drop of his release, swallowing enthusiastically before pressing one last kiss to his tip and tucking him back into his pants.

Harry’s out of breath when you stand back up, and he watches with tired eyes as you purse your lips to hide a proud smile. You yelp quietly when he grabs your face in his hands and plants a passionate, bruising kiss onto your mouth. Your fingers wrap around his wrists to keep him close, and for the next minute or so (which then bleeds into the rest of the night), all he can think about is how hard he’s fallen for you.

~*~

“We’re going to freeze to death, Your Lavishness. I hope you know that.”

“As long as we’re together, right?”

You scoff and roll your eyes playfully while Harry just grins at you. Two towels and a few blankets are bundled up in his arms, and you’ve got an extra few coverings draped over your left shoulder. You walk side-by-side, trying to appear as casual as possible whilst strolling through the basement halls. Harry nods graciously whenever a staff member from the kitchen passes you by.

You finally reach that same little nook in the wall. Harry peers around, making sure that no one is watching before he ushers you through the narrow door. You cough quietly when you step into the dark, dusty stone corridor.

“Ever think about renovating?” you joke, fumbling for your cell phone so that you can illuminate the way. You jump slightly when Harry’s right hand falls to your hip, guiding you along. Your cheeks warm at the contact and you smile to yourself, grateful that he can’t see your face from where he’s following behind you.

When you both finally reach your destination, you don’t miss the chill that bites at your skin (but of course it’d be a bit cool; it’s nearly February, and there’s a massive hole in the ceiling of the cave).

“We’re going to freeze to death,” you repeat. Harry shakes his head and laughs quietly. He makes his way over to the small pond in the middle of the cavern, dropping all of the fabric in his arms onto the ground. You snicker and do the same. Together, you both splay out the blankets and towels so that you’ve got a massive covered space onto which you can settle down. Once you’re just about finished, you stand back up, placing your hands on your hips and observing your handiwork.

“’S good, I reckon,” Harry says, smiling up at you. You return his dopey expression before crossing your arms over your body and tugging your shirt up over your head. Once you’ve successfully freed yourself of the material, you glance shyly down at him and bite your lip to conceal a giddy grin.

His eyes have gone wide, and his jaw is locked tightly in place. You cock an eyebrow, shooting him an expectant look.

“I thought we were getting naked.”

“Bleedin’—,” Harry doesn’t finish his sentence, instead scrambling to his feet. His fingers fly to the first button on his shirt, and he makes quick work of undoing each clasp. You watch with excited, hungry eyes as the expensive white fabric falls to the ground.

The two of you remove the rest of your clothes, shedding your pants and undergarments frantically. You’ve just unclipped your bra when Harry stumbles over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his lips to yours. You both giggle into each other’s mouths, nearly tripping over a fold in the blanket below your feet.

“C’mon,” Harry murmurs, gently flicking your chin with his index finger. “I’ve already got goosebumps.”

“How unfortunate,” you reply dryly. “Whose brilliant idea was it to go skinny dipping in the middle of January?”

“It was brilliant, wasn’t it?”

“Shut up.”

Harry grins boyishly at you before pinching his nose dramatically and leaping straight into the pond. Your jaw drops, and you dodge the droplets of water that have gone flying thanks to his theatrical display. Harry’s head appears from beneath the surface and he stands up, splaying out his arms as though he’s expecting some sort of praise. The water reaches just beneath his pectorals.

“How is it?” you ask nervously.

He shrugs his shoulders. “It’s actually fine, love. C’mon in.”

And he honestly doesn’t look cold or uncomfortable, so you take his word for it and jump in.

You soon realize that you’ve made a grave mistake.

“Holy fuck!” You shriek as soon as the water surrounds you. It’s freezing.

And Harry’s grinning.

“You dick!” you accuse, splashing him before wrapping your arms around yourself in a pathetic attempt to keep warm. “How did you manage to keep such a straight face?”

“It’s one of my many talents,” Harry replies smugly, and you scowl. You’re about to splash him again, but he quickly wraps his fingers around your forearms, stopping you before you succeed. “Smile for me,” he tells you, pressing his forehead against yours; he’s beaming like an idiot.

“Fuck you.”

“If you insist.”

You squeal with laughter when he grabs your thighs, wrapping them around his waist with ease. You’re still as frozen as ice, but Harry’s body heat is radiating off of his skin and lessening the chill.

“The water’s so cold,” you tell him, a mocking lilt infiltrating your words, “I’d be surprised if you were able to get it up.”

“Is that a challenge?” Harry asks, the corners of his mouth quirking up slightly. His eyes flick downward for only a moment, and he wiggles his brows at you. “’Cause you seem to be doing just fine.”

You follow his gaze, only to find that he’s staring at where your nipples have hardened and pebbled from the low temperature. As if to prove his point, Harry pinches one of them softly, and you yelp, batting his hand away.

“My boobs aren’t the same as your dick!”

“Right about that, love.” Harry snickers. “They’re much, much better.”

“You’re—,” you break off when he ducks his head, beginning to pepper soft kisses to the skin of your neck. “You’re too cheeky for your own good.”

“But you like it,” Harry laughs hotly into your throat, squeezing you closer to his body. His lips are soft as they sponge pecks along your jawline, and you can’t stop the content sigh that escapes your mouth. You jolt slightly when you feel him begin to stiffen against your thigh, and your eyelids flutter shut.

“I’ll be damned,” you murmur, mostly to yourself. “You’re hard.”

~*~

When his sister had told him that there were ongoing preparations in the ballroom for the dinner, Harry hadn’t expected much. Perhaps a few members of the staff polishing the floors and dusting off the walls. He’d tried to wean more information from her, but Gemma had simply pursed her berry lips and shot him a look, as if telling him to go see for himself.

Once he pushes through the grand doors of the hall, however, he finds that his predictions had been very, very wrong.

There are several dozen employees milling around, setting up tables with crème-coloured sheets and sparkling silverware. Matching chairs are brought out and arranged in groups of eight around each placement. Harry looks to his right, watching as a team of individuals work together to roll out a velvet red carpet and smooth away any bumps and folds; the material spans from the very top of the staircase to about a quarter-way down the length of the room. There’s a tinkling sound from above, and Harry cranes his neck, his eyes going impossibly wide at the sight.

Oh, God.

They’ve brought out the good chandelier.

He hears a familiar laugh to his left, and his gaze falls on his mother, who is chatting casually with—of course—Marina.

“Mum!” Harry’s voice is uncharacteristically high as he makes a beeline in her direction. Anne catches sight of him and waves him over warmly, holding out her arms as he approaches.

“Hi, dear,” she says. “How are you?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” Harry rushes out, forcing a smile (though he’s pretty sure it resembles more of a grimace). “Hi, Marina,” he greets the other woman.

Marina curtsies deeply, brushing her short black hair away from her face once she straightens back up. Today, she’s wearing a red dress with a slightly puffy petticoat and thick straps that rest on her shoulders. Naturally, her lips are painted the same shade of red, and when she beams happily at him, there’s that same smudge of lipstick on her teeth.

“Er,” Harry gnaws on the inside of his cheek, shuffling a bit awkwardly. He directs his next words to Marina. “Do you mind if I borrow my mum for a second?”

“Take your time.” She nods and curtsies yet again as she makes her exit, her short black heels clicking on the shiny floor.

Once she’s out of earshot, Harry turns to his mother, trying to decide how to properly articulate his thoughts. “Mum…,” he starts, but then his mind goes blank. Eventually, he sighs and regresses to the simplest question possible. “What’s all this?”

“What on Earth are you talking about?” Anne places a dainty hand on her chest as she laughs. Harry mimics her, though his chuckle is far less carefree, and he knows that he must look absolutely lost.

“I just—,” he gestures to the commotion around the ballroom, “Is this all for my birthday?”

“You only turn twenty-five once, love,” Anne smiles, one of her eyebrows kinking up amiably. “I just wanted this dinner to be special; plus, it’s only a few weeks away! I thought we could get a head start on the preparations.”

“And I appreciate that, I really do,” Harry says quickly. He reaches for his mother’s hand and gives it a light squeeze. “But don’t you think it’s all a bit…too much?”

“Nonsense,” Anne chuckles, placing her fingers on his biceps and giving his arms a few reassuring taps. “It’s your birthday, dear. And it’s quite the milestone, too. Won’t you give a poor mother the opportunity to arrange a nice dinner for her son?”

Harry smiles slightly, leaning in and kissing her cheek. “I’m sorry,” he says once he pulls back. “I—thank you for all of this. I’ll let you get back to it.”

She beams and nods. Harry returns her expression, but his chest is tight and there’s an anxious knot beginning to form in the pit of his stomach. He backs away from his mother, and his grin slides from his face as soon as he turns around. His feet carry him out of the ballroom quickly, and he pauses just outside the double doors to gather his thoughts.

She’s good.

Harry shakes his head, running his hands through his dark hair. He subconsciously begins to fiddle with a strand that curls right below his ear, twirling it around his index finger.

The dinner is going to take place in just over two weeks, and he still hasn’t told you how he truly feels about you.

A maid pushing a cart of cleaning supplies passes him, bowing her head dutifully in greeting. Harry does the same and tries for a smile, but it’s not sincere.

He’s pretty sure that he’s fucked, and unless he can come up with a quick yet effective solution, that’s how it’s going to stay.

~*~

When Harry phones you later that night, you’re hunched over your bathroom sink, scrubbing the remnants of a charcoal exfoliator from your face. You accept the call and immediately put it on speaker, squeezing your eyes shut and bending back down so that you don’t drip water onto the floor.

“Hey,” you say over the sound of the faucet. “Sorry, I’m just washing my face.”

“How very sophisticated of you.” Harry’s voice is deep and thick, as though he’s only minutes away from falling asleep. You laugh quietly and rub your palms over your cheeks one last time before turning off the sink and reaching for the small towelette next to you.

“Okay, I’m done,” you tell him, pressing the soft fabric against your skin to dry off. “How was your day?”

“Was alright,” Harry says simply, and though you can’t see him, you know he’s probably shrugging his shoulders. “Found out that Mum’s throwing a massive dinner for my birthday—I tried telling her that it was all too much but then she pulled the whole ‘it’s a milestone’ card.”

“It is a milestone.” You smirk, and Harry groans.

“Christ, you sound just like her.”

You giggle, wiping any excess water from your hands before chucking the small towel down onto the counter. “I think it’s nice that she wants to do this for you,” you say, reaching for your phone. “Before her diagnosis, my mother threw me a huge party for my twenty-first birthday. It was actually a lot of fun.” You smile fondly at the memory.

You make your way into your bedroom, tossing the device down onto the duvet and pulling your shorts down your legs. One of the straps of your tank top has slipped off of your shoulder, and you quickly yank it back up before tugging at the covers and sliding into bed. You set your cell phone onto the pillow next to your head before reaching over to flick off your lamp. A moment later, everything is dark.

“That sounds nice,” Harry replies; you can hear the smile in his voice.

“It was,” you agree. “My uncle’s turning fifty this year, and I’m pretty sure she’s already planning something big for him. She wants it to be a surprise, but I don’t know how well that’s going to turn out, considering she’s staying with him. It’s kind of hard to pull a fast one on your sibling when you’re both, like, living under the same roof.”

Harry snickers, and you bite your lip. “Sorry,” you tell him, squeezing your eyes shut. “I’m rambling.”

“No, no,” Harry says. “It’s okay, love, I don’t mind. How was your day?”

“Same old,” you hum. “But it wasn’t too hectic, which was nice. Although…,” you grin deviously, “I did get a call around noon asking if there was space for a very last-minute booking for tomorrow.”

Harry chuckles sheepishly. “I’m a bit of a procrastinator, alright?”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Piss off.” He laughs, and you join in. After your giggles have trailed off into silence, he speaks again. “Can I take you out for ice cream tomorrow night? I can wait while you close up.”

“You won’t have to wait long,” you jest. “You’re my last appointment.”

“Really? Brilliant, then.”

You snort quietly, unable to stop a smile from curling along your lips. You turn onto your stomach, folding your arms over the pillow and settling your head down over your wrists. The screen of your phone has gone dark, but you still stare at it dreamily, wishing—more than anything—that you could have Harry laying here, instead. You can picture his boyish grin, his sparkling eyes, his messy hair. He’d probably want to cuddle and force you to spoon him, and you’d pretend to protest for a few moments before inevitably giving in.

“I miss you,” you say softly, the words hanging in the still air of your room. There’s a beat, followed by a second of shuffling on the other end of the line, and then Harry sighs.

“I miss you, too.”

You purse your lips.

“I just saw you a couple of days ago,” you say plainly. You’re trying to make light of your words, trying to disguise the painful pressure that’s suddenly formed in your chest. “It’s kind of stupid that I’m already missing you, isn’t it?”

“No,” Harry tells you. The sincerity in his voice is nearly tangible. “No, it’s not stupid at all. I promise.”

You nod, reaching back to pull the duvet up over your shoulders. Harry exhales quietly, and you close your eyes as you ask, “You tired?”

“A bit,” he purrs. “You?”

“Same.”

Harry hums faintly. “You should get to bed, darling. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say, inhaling deeply. “Goodnight, Your Lavishness.”

He chuckles. “Goodnight, my love.”

~*~

“I really like this pattern on you.”

“Find it sexy, do you?”

“Honestly, yeah.”

Harry groans. “Don’t do this to me. Not here.”

You flash him a wicked grin, running your fingers up his thighs and batting your eyelashes innocently. You’re on your knees in front of him, and your behaviour isn’t making it any easier for him to keep himself in check. He’s fully aware of the handful of stoic men standing just outside the door, and as much as he would love to show you off, he’s decided that he wants your moans to be reserved for his ears only.

“We could be quick,” you murmur, hooking your thumb into the dip of one of his pockets. “I could be quick.”

“You’re killing me,” Harry says, grimacing dramatically. You giggle quietly, securing a sewing pin in place and pushing off from your knees. Harry holds out his hands and helps you stand, and you curtsy teasingly once you’re properly on your feet.

“Thank you, Your Lavishness.”

He just smiles, folding his thumb beneath your chin and guiding you into a long, sickly sweet kiss. You cup his cheeks in your hands and grin against his lips, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear with your pinky. Harry’s free hand falls to your hip, and he pinches your skin lightly over the material of your jeans. He laughs when you squeak and stiffen.

“Let’s go,” he tells you, peppering a few kisses to your forehead and along the bridge of your nose. “Gimme just a minute to get changed and then we’ll be on our way. I’m craving some of that cookie dough ice cream.”

You throw your head back and make a delighted sound. Your fingers run along the fabric of his lapels, tracing the design of vertical red and black stripes. “That’s the best one. Didn’t know I’d gotten myself a man of taste.”

“A man of impeccable taste,” Harry corrects. You snicker.

“Let’s not push it.”

~*~

“Oi, you had yours!” Harry lifts his ice cream cup out of reach when you try to jab your spoon into the cold treat. You laugh loudly, the sound echoing through the staircase of your apartment complex. Your place is located on the third floor, and you and Harry had both agreed to take the steps rather than the elevator (Harry’s telling himself that it’s because the pair of you need to work off the calories you’d just ingested, but in reality, he knows that it’s only because it allows him to spend a bit more time with you).

“I can’t help it!” You protest, grinning widely. “It was so good, I’m addicted now.”

“That sounds an awful lot like what you said after you first fell into bed with me.”

“Oh my God!”

“I’m joking, bleedin’ hell!” Harry races up the remaining few stairs while you chase him, swatting half-heartedly at his bum. You’re both in stitches and out of breath when you reach your door, and you fish your keys out from your purse while trying to curb your laughter.

Eventually, you manage to unlock the entrance. Harry’s still wheezing quietly when you tumble through the threshold and into the front hallway. You quickly remove your shoes and hang your purse and jacket against the wall before ushering him to do the same.

Your keys jangle when you set them down onto the kitchen counter. Harry takes a seat at the small island in the middle of your kitchen, placing his elbows onto the smooth surface and digging his spoon into what’s left of his ice cream.

“Want something to drink?” you ask, already beginning to rifle through your cabinets for glasses.

“Water’s fine, love,” he replies. “Thanks.”

“All that cookie dough got you thirsty?” You quip, shooting him a lopsided smirk. Harry chuckles when you slide a glass of water over to him. He picks it up and takes a hearty gulp before holding out the remainder of his dessert.

“Here,” he says. “Finish it off.”

“Are you serious?” Your face splits into a grin, and he can’t help but to return your happy expression. Your smile is just so goddamn contagious.

“I’m serious,” Harry affirms, laughing softly. “Take it, go on.”

You squeal joyfully, circling the island so that you can accept his offering and simultaneously press your lips to his. The action catches him a bit by surprise but he definitely isn’t complaining. You pull back slightly, littering small pecks against his Cupid’s bow and letting out dramatic smacking sounds with each kiss.

“You’re the best.”

“Am I?”

“Mm-hm. The finest man I’ve ever met.”

“Oi. Better stop that before I take you to bed,” Harry warns, feeling his cock give an admonitory twitch in his trousers. You simply smile, licking a scoop of ice cream off your spoon before flashing him a mischievous look.

“Is that a promise?”

Fifteen minutes later, you’re sat in his lap, your hips moving in slow undulations as his hands stroke up and down your back. Harry feels you shiver beneath his palms; his hands are a bit cold, contrasting dramatically with the warmth of your skin beneath your knitted sweater. You cup his face sweetly in your hands, your lips moving unhurriedly against his. He’s not sure if he wants to get you naked or if he wants to just stay like this, with his fingertips dancing along your skin and your satisfied sighs floating in the air.

“Do you wanna fuck?” you whisper, and Harry freezes, because…no.

He doesn’t.

He doesn’t want to fuck. He doesn’t want to make you cum and then pretend as though his feelings don’t run so much deeper than what’s been established. He wants to be able to whisper words of adoration against your skin and profess his feelings for you after the whole ordeal is over. He wants to tell you how much you mean to him. He wants to finally end a bloody phone call with, “Love you, bye.”

“Actually,” he grunts, his voice slightly hoarse. He places his palms on the cushions, pushing himself up a bit. “I was kind of hoping to first talk to you about something, if that’s alright.”

“Sure,” you reply easily, shrugging. You brush a strand of hair away from his forehead and poke the space where his dimple usually appears. “What’s up?”

“I told you about my mum throwing me that birthday dinner,” Harry starts, and you nod. “And I was just wondering…would—would you wanna go?”

“Okay,” you say, but Harry knows that the true intentions behind his request haven’t fully settled in.

“No,” he says slowly. “I mean…would you wanna go…as my date?”

You tense.

“As your date,” you repeat, as though checking to make sure you’ve heard him correctly.

Harry nods, chewing on his bottom lip anxiously. You sigh quietly, sitting back a bit and running your fingers through your hair. The expression on your face is indecipherable, and Harry thinks that seeing you wear a mask of indifference is far worse than any amount of anger that could warp your features.

“Harry…,” you begin softly. Your eyes are sad, and he already knows where you’re going with this.

“You like me, don’t you?” He rushes out, nearly biting his tongue in his haste. When you hesitate, his heart drops into his stomach. “Don’t you?”

“I do,” you whisper; there are tears slowly gathering along your waterline. “I just—I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

“For what?” He questions, nearly begging. “How’s it any different than when I took you to the gala?”

He doesn’t understand. It suddenly feels like someone has set his whole world on fire, and he can’t do anything but watch as the flames mount higher and higher and burn everything to the ground.

“It’s very different and you know it,” you say thickly. Air escapes from your mouth in a trembling exhale.

Harry wants to argue, but he recognizes that you’re right. The circumstances aren’t the same. His intentions aren’t the same. And he knows that the potential repercussions won’t be the same, either.

“I’m not ready to be in the spotlight,” you elaborate; your voice wavers slightly. “I—I’ve seen how the world works, Harry. They’d tear me to shreds.”

“It’s none of their business, is it?” Harry tries again, reaching for your hips, but you quickly slide off of him and stand up.

He watches as you step back, trying to put as much distance as you can between the two of you. It makes his chest ache, and he feels like he’s choking, his throat closing up when he tries to regulate his breathing.

“It’s not,” you agree, sniffling gently. “But that doesn’t stop them, does it? And what about your mother? Your sister?”

“Gemma loves you,” Harry implores. “C’mon, love, you know that.”

“And Anne?” Your laugh is hollow as you shake your head sadly. “I’m no idiot, Harry. I know that she’s got her own opinions, and I don’t think she’d be very happy to hear that you’re fooling around with someone like me.”

“What do you mean, someone like you? What—?”

“Someone normal! Someone average.”

“Average,” Harry echoes; the word tastes vile on his tongue. “Love, you’re—you’re anything but average.”

“That’s not how she’ll see it,” you tell him, hugging yourself tightly.

Harry’s heart is pounding erratically beneath his ribs. He places his palms on his knees and stands up, hoping that the abrupt move won’t scare you away. He’s half-expecting you to take another step back, but his veins flood with a touch of relief when he sees that you’ve stayed rooted to the spot.

“You’re not average,” Harry insists, raking his fingers through his hair. “And I’m not just ‘fooling around’ with you, Y/N, I’m bloody in love with you!”

And then it’s there, out in the open, available for you to dissect and analyze as you please. Harry’s eyes widen slightly when he fully processes his words, but it’s too late. The syllables hang in the air like dusty cobwebs; Harry feels like they’ve been printed out onto a piece of parchment and taped onto his forehead. You’re staring at him with parted lips and terrified eyes, and when you choke on a sob he wants to punch himself in the face.

“Stop,” you croak, shaking your head and holding up your hand. “Please just—stop.”

“I’m sorry,” Harry says, but it feels like he’s underwater, the words wobbling from his lips and muffled in his ears. “I didn’t mean to—”

“No, I’m sorry,” you say, wiping at your wet cheeks with the back of your hand. “I just—I can’t do this right now. It’s not a good time.”

“Is everything alright?” Harry’s brows cinch together.

You wave off his concerns, trying to speak through your tears. “Everything’s fine. But I…I need some time alone right now, Harry. I’m sorry.”

He nods dejectedly, swallowing down the lump in his throat.

“’Course,” he mumbles. He’s trying to hold in his own emotions, but his eyes are itching with sadness and humiliation. “I’ll go.”

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, a fresh wave of tears spilling over your waterline. You cover your mouth with your hand to keep your cries at bay as you watch him walk away. “I’m so sorry.”

Harry doesn’t respond, because he doesn’t have to; the sound of your front door opening and closing rings louder than anything that he could’ve ever said.

~*~

“Hey.”

Gemma knocks after she’s already opened the door, which Harry finds silly. He turns over so that he doesn’t have to face her, instead giving her a wonderful view of his back, which is covered in a periwinkle silk pajama top. He grunts softly as he pulls the duvet up his body, clutching the luxurious fabric to his chest and smothering the left side of his face into his pillow.

“Hey,” he croaks back.

Gemma bites her lip before deciding to take the plunge. She slips through the gap in the door before shutting it quietly.

“You weren’t at the brunch,” she states. “One of the duchesses asked about you, but Mum said you weren’t feeling well, so…I just wanted to check in.”

“I’m fine,” Harry mutters. “Thanks.”

Gemma hesitates before barrelling through, because she’s never been one to avoid a problem.

“Did something happen?” she asks gently. She knows better than to confront him with a hard tone, because her brother has always been a sensitive grump. When he gets like this, it’s very easy to say the wrong thing and have him close up quicker than a beartrap. So, she chooses her words carefully, speaking them with delicate prose and never pressuring him to answer. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s nothing.” His reply is muffled and monosyllabic. She’s about to give up and leave, but then he adds, “Just did something stupid, that’s all.”

That’s a good sign, Gemma decides, and she presses subtly.

“I’m sorry things are hard right now,” she starts. “If you need to vent, I’m here.”

“It’s alright,” Harry shakes his head slightly. “Don’t wanna waste my breath. It’s been a week, and she’s not called, so I’d say it’s a lost cause.”

“‘She’?” Gemma questions, taking advantage of her brother’s small slip. “Are you talking about Y/N?”

The stiffening of Harry’s shoulders tells her everything she needs to know.

“Did something happen with her?” Gemma probes, digging deeper. She understands that she’s treading far too recklessly; if Harry’s worries are uncharted waters, she’s navigating with a flimsy paper sailboat. Still, she persists. “Is she alright?”

“She’s fine.” Harry sighs before adding, “Least, I think she is; I dunno. She’s refused to talk to me, hasn’t she?”

“H,” Gemma says quietly, closing her eyes and rubbing at her temples. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” Harry grumbles, curling into himself, and his sister knows that he’s through with their conversation. “I’m done talking about this,” he states, as though he needs to drive home his point. Gemma steps back and nods, even though she knows that he can’t see her.

“Alright,” she concedes. “I’m sorry, I won’t pry.”

“It’s fine,” Harry replies, his voice low and scratchy. “Can you please tell Mum that I’m still feeling shitty?”

She nods, because it technically wouldn’t be a lie.

“H,” Gemma calls out once she’s got one hand on the doorknob. “I wouldn’t worry too much, you know. She really fancies you; I can tell.”

At that, Harry peers over his shoulder, gracing his sister with his side profile. His eyes are inquisitive, and his lips are pursed into a fine line as questions whirl around in his head. He eventually settles on the simplest query imaginable. “You knew?”

Gemma snorts. “Of course. You lot really aren’t too subtle with how you ogle each other.” She pauses for a moment. “Pretty sure Mum’s caught on, too, but you know her. She likes to wait for confirmation before jumping to any conclusions.”

“Mum knows?” Harry’s voice rises an octave; his sister shushes him.

“Relax,” she says, “She hasn’t thrown a fit about it—at least, not to my knowledge. You really are quite dense, aren’t you?”

“Piss off,” Harry grumbles, but—to her surprise—he doesn’t turn back around. In fact, Gemma thinks that she may have even seen the hint of a small, relieved smile pull at his lips. She nods soundly before pulling open his bedroom door.

“You can mope around for the rest of the day, but tomorrow I want to discuss with you the guestlist for your dinner.” She fixes him with an expectant glare. “I’m assuming you want me to leave Y/N’s name on it, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Harry echoes. There’s a hollowness to his voice, but also a hint of something else—gratitude, maybe.

“Gem,” he speaks up quickly before she can disappear. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” Gemma replies. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And then she’s gone.

~*~

Your day starts off exactly how it had the day before…and the day before that…and the day before that.

You wake up and for the first minute or so, you’re blissfully oblivious. You stretch and squeak and sigh contentedly when your joints crack. The past few mornings have been unusually nice, and you relish in the sunlight that streams in from your window. The space beneath your blankets is warm, and you wiggle your toes to urge some feeling back into your feet. A few inches away, your phone is charging on your bedside table (you know that you’re not supposed to leave it plugged in for the entire night, but it’s easier that way).

And then the memories from a week ago come rushing back, and you feel like you’ve been punched in the gut.

I’m not just ‘fooling around’ with you, Y/N, I’m bloody in love with you!

You squeeze your eyes shut, groaning loudly and burying your face into your pillow. If you could somehow strangle yourself with your own two hands, you would. You deserve it, anyway, you think.

You remember the night before everything had crumbled, when you’d asked him over the phone if it was stupid that you were missing him after only a few days apart from each other. Even then, the pair of you had been messaging back and forth and clinging to some sort of communication. You hadn’t been truly prepared for what it would be like to not speak with him at all for a full week.

You despise it, though. That’s a given.

You roll out of bed and decide to take a quick shower before pulling on your clothes for the day. Under the warm spray of the water, you soap up your body and watch childishly as the white lather drips from your fingertips. You hate that it reminds you of the way Harry would constantly shake out his wet hair whenever you both crept away to go skinny dipping. After the first instance, you’d both agreed to make it a habit, and you’d stuck to the resolution with a worrying amount of willpower.

You shake your head free of the recollection, quickly rinsing off and shutting the water.

As you rifle through your closet, your eyes land on the red gown you’d worn to the gala all those months ago. You freeze, trying to compose yourself. The lump in your throat proves difficult to swallow but, nonetheless, you manage. With a gentle sigh, you tear your gaze away from the ruby-coloured fabric and settle on a plain white V-neck and a simple navy blue cardigan.

You’re in the middle of tugging your jeans up your legs when your phone chimes with a notification. Leaning over, you unlock the device, and you swear quietly upon discovering that it’s a reminder from your calendar.

One week until His Royal Lavishness’s birthday!

You’d added a few emojis after the exclamation point, and with each party hat, balloon, and crown that your eyes skim over, a new crack forms in your armour. You quickly swipe your thumb to the side and disregard the reminder, turning off your phone and clearing your throat when the screen goes black.

That’s enough of that.

~*~

You’re just pencilling in a follow-up appointment for your last client of the day when the small bell above the entrance of the shop jingles pleasantly.

“I’m so sorry,” you call out politely, keeping your gaze trained on your computer screen. “I’m about to close up for the evening.”

“Of course, dear.” The woman’s voice carries a delicate lilt, and your eyes widen in shock. “This will only take a minute.”

Anne is quite literally glowing when you meet her gaze. You stand abruptly and bow your head, feeling a warm flush creep up onto your cheeks. “Your Majesty,” you say quickly, feeling your heartbeat accelerate beneath the cage of your ribs. “Hi, hello. Good evening. How are you?”

You’re rambling, and you couldn’t be more embarrassed. Anne laughs softly.

“Enough of that, darling,” she tells you. “Come here. Give me a hug.”

“I—okay, sure.” You gnaw anxiously on your bottom lip as you slip out from behind your desk. She holds her arms out and flashes you a warm smile. Despite the tension in your shoulders, her embrace is calming, and you feel yourself relax in her hold. She smooths her palms up and down your back and tilts the two of you from side to side. You giggle.

“How can I help you?” you ask, glancing nervously as a handful of men pile into the store. They’re all wearing black suits and dark sunglasses, and a coiled wire hooks a small device into their right ears. Their faces are unreadable, but being around Harry so often, you’ve learned that they’re fully capable of cracking a joke or two when the situation allows for it.

You shake your head slightly, trying to eradicate all thoughts of Harry from your mind. Now isn’t the time.

“Just felt like paying you a short visit,” Anne answers, pulling back and staring at you with piercing green eyes. You try to avoid shifting uncomfortably under her gaze. Not only does it feel like she’s peeling back every layer of your being, but her irises are identical to those of her son.

“How’s your mum?” Anne continues, oblivious to your internal turmoil.

“She’s good,” you reply, nodding. “Doing better than ever. How are you? How’s your family?”

How’s Harry?

It’s the only thing you care about, the most pressing question on the tip of your tongue. But you clamp your mouth shut before the words can escape, reeling in your yearning and trying to keep a level head. If you were alone with her, you might have dared to ask. But standing in front of several resigned, apathetic—and frankly, intimidating—men, you feel far too naked already.

“I’m doing alright.” The queen’s lips quirk up into a small, clever smile. “I’ve got nothing to complain about, really. Gemma’s wonderful, but she says she misses you. Harry does, too.”

Your eyes drop to the floor and stay there; you’re too ashamed to meet her gaze. Anne notices your sudden apprehension—humiliation is written all over your face. She steps forward, her fingertips brushing your wrist before she sets a comforting hand onto your arm, just above the crook of your elbow.

“I’m not one hundred percent certain of what’s going on with you and my son,” she starts. Your heart plummets, and your shoulders tense up as she continues. “But I do know that you haven’t been coming around as much, recently. And—coincidentally—Harry hasn’t been in too much of a chipper mood these past several days.”

You gulp.

Anne holds up her hands in mock-surrender. “I know it’s none of my business,” she says gently. “But I…I would like to see the two of you on good terms again. You lot were quite precious, if I’m being honest.”

You laugh softly, but it feels like there’s an elephant sitting on your chest. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” She smiles. “And just know that you’re always welcome to attend Harry’s upcoming dinner, whether you want to or not. I hope to see you there.”

You flash her a small smile, gratitude and pain evident in your expression. Anne pulls you in for one more hug before bidding you goodbye, and you watch with stinging eyes and a tight throat as she exits the shop. The room suddenly feels impossibly tiny, and you glance quickly at the walls to make sure that they are, in fact, not closing in on you.

When the last of the queen’s guards slips outside, you’re left alone, standing in the middle of the small lobby and trying to keep yourself from falling apart.

~*~

Harry’s admiring himself in the massive, three-faced mirror in the corner of his bedroom when the door cracks open slowly. He watches through the reflection as Jeff pokes his head into the room while tightening the black tie around his neck.

“H,” he says gruffly, his expression unreadable. “You’ve got a visitor.”

Harry nods at him and leans in, skirting his thumb along the corner of his lips to make sure that there’s no excess lip balm gathering along the edges of his mouth. There’s a dull pain thrumming beneath his sternum, but it doesn’t worry him as much as it normally would. In fact, he’s pretty sure it’s one of the side effects of a broken heart.

He had been trusting that this past week would be easier without you, but his hopes were dashed quite rapidly. Everything reminded him of you.

He’d scrolled through his phone for hours, one night, reading over your previous conversations and trying not to let his tears drip onto the screen. He hasn’t even touched the playlists you’d previously shared with him, knowing that he’ll end up associating every song with some part of you. He’d lied to his mother about feeling sick for five days straight, but he’d finally called off the ruse when she’d declared that she was going to head into town herself and return with some medication. And he hasn’t been back down to your “spot” since the night everything went to shit, leaving the small cave abandoned and alone.

Harry sighs. He’s obviously no good at dealing with breakups.

Does this even count as a breakup?

He honestly doesn’t know.

He’s fiddling absentmindedly with the lapels of his pinstriped suit when a slight movement in the mirror catches his attention. His breathing stops, and his eyes grow unfeasibly wide as he watches someone step into the room.

Speak of the fucking devil.

“Hi,” you say quietly.

You’ve definitely achieved a perfect score with your outfit, decked out in a pretty black dress that reaches a few inches above the knee. The long sleeves are lacy and end right at the crook of your arm, leaving your shoulders bare. In one hand, you’re gripping a small silver clutch; in the other, there’s a bright yellow gift bag with blue tissue paper sticking out of the top. Harry watches you shuffle nervously in your black, strappy heels, his heart hammering wildly beneath his ribs. You’re gorgeous. You’re absolutely beautiful.

And you’re here.

“Hi,” he chokes out, meeting your gaze in the mirror. He quickly realizes, however, that he’d very much prefer to see the real thing, so he spins around and faces you properly.

You approach him slowly, stopping when your bodies are only a few feet apart.

“How are you?” you ask, gnawing anxiously on your bottom lip. Harry opens his mouth to respond, but then you shake your head and squeeze your eyes shut, seeming to silently reprimand yourself. “Sorry. Stupid question.”

And then you’re thrusting out the hand that’s carrying the gift bag, the action robotic and abrupt. The sheer blue tissue paper crinkles with the movement, and for a few long seconds, it’s the only sound in the room.

“Happy birthday,” you whisper, the words feeble as they roll off of your tongue.

Harry clears his throat, tucking a curl behind his ear and gingerly taking the present from you. He tries to ignore the way his skin tingles knowingly when his fingers brush against yours. “Thank you,” he murmurs, gently toying with the edges of the bag.

“You can open it,” you tell him, and Harry’s worried that your lip is going to split open from how hard you’re biting down on the soft flesh. You continue, beginning to ramble. “I wasn’t really sure what to get you, because how do you shop for someone who’s already got everything, you know? So, I—,” you shrug, “I just figured I’d make it myself.”

He pulls the tissue paper to the side, fumbling for a fleeting second before his hand bumps into something soft. Harry grasps it and pulls it out, studying the object carefully.

Clutched in his fingers is a small throw pillow, no bigger than his hand. It’s rectangular in shape and ivory in colour, so pale that it’s almost white. Along the edges, you’ve carefully sewn a simple lace trim. And in the middle, embroidered in red, the word LOVED stands out in capital letters.

Harry stays silent, admiring your handiwork. It’s clear that you’ve dedicated a lot of time and effort into the cushion—each stitch is perfectly placed, and the needlework is meticulous and nothing short of impeccable. He runs his fingers along the lace border, marvelling at the softness of the material. There’s a lump in his throat, and try as he might, he can’t seem to swallow it down.

You take his silence as disappointment.

“I thought you might like it,” you say hastily, playing with the silver bracelet on your wrist. “I know you’ve got those pants with that same design—and you wear them all the time—so I just assumed…yeah.” You catch your breath, fixing him with a fretful look. “You hate it, right?”

“No,” Harry says immediately, his head snapping up. He stares into your eyes, shaking his head earnestly. “No, not at all. It’s—it’s incredible. Truly.”

“I just thought you should have something else,” you start, swallowing heavily. “Something else that reminds you of—of how loved you really are. Anne loves you; so does Gemma.” You inhale shakily. “And so do I.”

The little bit of air residing in Harry’s lungs is quickly lost when he processes your words. His breathing hitches quite audibly in his throat, and he studies you with intense, piercing eyes. You stare right back, and he finds nothing but sincerity beneath your gaze. He’s never seen you so vulnerable.

“You do?” he asks, but the question actually sounds like more of a statement. You nod vehemently—your eyes shine with unshed tears—and bless him with the confirmation that he needs to hear.

“I do.”

And then he’s kissing you, and you’re wrapping your arms around his neck and whimpering against his lips and trying to get as close to him as possible, and everything is perfect. Harry’s got your face in his hands, your mouths convening with a bruising force. He swallows down your soft cries of relief and fights to keep his own tucked away. Your fingertips dig into his back and you pull him in until there’s not enough room to slip even a piece of paper between your chests.

When you both finally break apart for a much-needed gulp of air, Harry presses his forehead to yours, squeezing his eyes shut. He’s trapped in his own head and then promptly wrenched from his thoughts when he realizes that you’re speaking.

“I’m so sorry,” you’re prattling; he doesn’t miss the crack in your voice. “I just—I needed to think. I’m sorry it took so long; it’ll never happen again—”

“Shh.” He soothes you, stroking your cheekbones with his thumbs. “It’s alright, love, I promise.” He shakes his head, chuckling in disbelief. “God, I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you confess, playing inattentively with his hair. You reach up to wipe a smear of lipstick from his mouth. The plum colour stands out against his pink lips, and he nips teasingly at the pad of your finger, making you giggle softly. A long beat of silence ensues, and neither of you bother to break it, basking in the solace of the other’s proximity.

Eventually, you’re the first to speak up, but your voice is gentle, as though you don’t want to disrupt the serenity in the room.

“Thanks for leaving my name on the guestlist, by the way,” you murmur. “I would’ve looked really stupid, otherwise, just standing outside with a gift bag and this whole speech ready to go along with it.”

He snickers, shaking his head. “Was praying you’d show up. Last hope and all.”

“I’m here,” you tell him, squeezing his shoulders. His warm breath fans out onto your chin—a gentle reminder that he’s here too—and you sigh in delight. “You look so handsome.”

Harry can’t keep the smile off of his face. “Thank you. I’ll give your regards to the tailoress, yeah?”

You chuckle bashfully.

“You look absolutely magnificent,” he continues, his words keen and ardent. “Took my breath away the second you walked in. Can’t believe you’re mine.”

“I am.” You nod, pulling back and gazing up at him with heartfelt eyes. His palms find your cheeks again, and he feels your jaw move beneath his touch as you speak. “I love you, Your Lavishness. I’m yours.”

And Harry really doesn’t know how to convey his newfound joy, so he just kisses you again.

~*~

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unkindrewind · 5 years

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L A W S

* Charlie, his setting, and plot were all developed and conceived by myself and Bunny @gcrefxed / @killerxquccn. While we’re totally fine with others adding their characters into the setting / plot, it must be discussed first by either Bunny or myself. Theft will not be tolerated and WILL be called out.

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* I will BLOCK personal blogs that reblog, like, or follow, as I like to keep interactions here between fellow rp mutuals. If you have an rp side-blog, let me know beforehand so I dont mistake you for a non -rp personal.

* I WILL NOT interact with minors. Given the content on this blog and the fact I’m an oldie, I just feel more comfortable writing with people of age, not to mention feel more comfortable exploring the darker / horror themes of this blog with adult mutuals.

* As stated I am MUTUALS ONLY, meaning i will only write with mutuals. While I do greatly appreciate people following and showing interest, if i dont follow back there’s genuinely no hard feelings. Its not a slight against you or in any way me thinking less of your character or taking some weird high and mighty attitude but : 1. I just get very overwhelmed with an overly busy dash and need to be a bit selective to prevent my anxiety from going nuts 2. At the time, I'm not seeing a way or know how our characters could interact. You’re more than welcome to unfollow. Alternatively please dont feel obligated to follow back if I follow first, aside from understanding this blogs content might not be for everyone, i don't believe in follow for follow. So if you're not genuinely interested in writing, I'd prefer a soft block. If you want to interact but don't follow me, chances are I’ll say no as I take following as a sign of interest. I may take a while to follow back as my notifications on here are the worst. If I don’t follow back within a weeks time, feel free to unfollow. .

T H R E A D S / P L O T T I N G

* I love plotting. If given my way I'd be plot exclusive but I know that's not everyone's cup of tea. If you're ever interested in plotting, know I am already onboard.

* If you want to turn a meme or ask into a thread, I’d prefer to be asked before hand. Simply because sometimes its nice to have memes just be stand alone things or for fun.

- Additionally I take the memes I send in to others as just memes for memes sake as well, so if you want a thread to continue off one you'll have to let me know , otherwise I'm clueless.

S H I P P I N G / D Y N A M I C S

As of 8/14/20 Charlie is no longer open to romantic ships with female muses specifically, and will ship only with Bunny’s female muses: Irene @gcrefxed and Sarah @killerxquccn , with her characters being detrimental in Charlie's story and to his character. Sarah specifically has always been the love of Charlie's life with the likelihood of anyone (beyond Irene) able to come close slim to none. This in no way means I will not interact with female muses or am being exclusionary from this point; I always want to explore the multitude of subtleties in dynamics between Charlie and muses of every gender - even female muses having feelings for charlie, flirting with him etc - but dynamics with those female leaning will not result in anything romantic. Male muses, however, are still open to the possibility of such a dynamic as that aspect to Charlies sexuality and character hasnt been delved into and I would find really interesting to explore. If you have any questions, feel free to ask! But please respect this decision and don't try to pressure or force me to change my mind as that will result in an automatic block. I ship based on chemistry between muses, but Im also very okay with pre-established dynamics (whether that be romantic, friends with benefits, enemies, platonic, familial, whatever!) Considering that can be a bit easier thread wise for some people instead of starting from the very beginning. As with most things, I like to talk through it beforehand. If you have anything in mind, you're more than welcome to approach me! But I also reserve the right to respectfully turn things down or offer alternate options if things don't mesh.

S M U T

While I, and my muse, are of age, I’m not entirely comfortable writing smut unless it’s with a mun 1.) I know well and 2.) Is of age. So for the most part any if it all suggestive scenes will lead to a fade to black, time skip, etc.

T R I G G E R S

My muse being horror related there may be some triggers here. There will be mentions, and maybe -though rarely- the occasional image, of : Blood, Violence , Murder , Serial Killers . Knives / Bladed weapons. I will ABSOLUTELY tag NSFW material [ with the tag nsfw > ] and triggers where applicable, though if you would like me to tag something specific to your needs or if there’s something I missed, don’t hesitate to let me know and I will do so right away!

M U N

* I write under the alias Nox! ( She/Her ) and I am of age

* i am a-okay with questions, especially about my muse! if you have any about anything at all i will be more than happy to answer them the best i can!

* Also totally fine with random IMs! despite being spacy as hell sometimes, I love talking to people. Even if we havent talked or interacted before, doors always open. I also have discord which I'll hand out to those I chat with and ask for it.

* I am very forgetful and easily distracted! Its the ADHD / Anxiety in me, added in with my irl stuff going on. Sometimes I forget to respond to IMs, but I promise it's not me ignoring you or a sign of disinterest [if we're mutuals, Im interested]. Dont be afraid to give me a poke if i take too long.

- Adding onto that I also have Depression . Which tends to put me in a bad headspace not only fairly often but fairly easily and makes me a bit tentative about trying to start things with others, based on bad past experience and my own mind being a bastard and thinking most people don't want to interact with me. So I promise, if we're mutuals, even if Im not sending things, I want to interact but probably being a clown and just afraid to while admiring you from afar until I can make a move. If you want to go ahead and go for it, I highly encourage it! Your best bet would be to approach me first.

* You can also find me on my other blogs:

@rapturcd // Bioshock OC

@fullcfwoe // CAOS OCs

@synthend // Cyberpunk OC

@sxnned // Demon OC

@disowncd // Dylan Massett from Bates Motel

@clovcn // Lucifer from CAOS

R E S P O N S E T I M E / A C T I V I T Y

As it is i have a hard time keeping muse, just the way i am sadly. i know this is something a lot of people, myself included, can find frustrating (especially when you’re really into a thread) but a fair amount of the time i may take a while to respond. as much as i love this, aside from being a hobby, i have a chronic illness that makes me exhausted most days or just not in the mood to write and not in any kind of state to type out a response you lovely people would deserve. though i will always try to quickly reply when i can.

M E M E S

Yes. please. send as many as you want, as often as you want. Even if we haven’t interacted, you’re free to send one my way; They can be a great place to start things off.

P O S T L E N G T H / F O R M A T T I N G

* I tend to use icons and small - but not super tiny- text, and usually some form of para, multi-para , or novella, but it really depends on my mood etc. Though all these things can vary : If you dont use icons, I can do iconless threads. If my formatting is too small, obnoxious, or hard to read, let me know! And I'll change to whatevers easiest to read. Want something short and sweet, mostly dialogue based? I can do that too. I go with the flow

* You don’t have to match my length in posts! sometimes i can write far too much when i get really into writing (and alternatively not write enough), so don’t feel obligated or pressured to follow suit by any means! whatever you are comfortable with is totally okay! it’s not a contest, this is all for fun.

G R A P H I C S / C R E D I T

* all icons and graphics are created by me unless stated otherwise

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kylecoopers · 5 years

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don’t you know i’m no good for you? i’ve learned to lose, you can’t afford to.

usually i DON’T post event threads but BC OF THE FACT THAT I THINK THIS HAD A LOT OF GROWTH FOR KYLE and also bc i really don’t wanna lose it, i’m gonna save it. so um ty @scnnydee katie for putting up w/ me all night to write this bc u helped me w/ kyle sm wow

trigger warnings: i’m gonna just urge u to be cautious while reading it as a whole bc of the emotions n stuff but im p sure nobody’s gonna read this shit FDALKSJHG

face illuminated by the burning fire in front of him, kyle sat mainly to himself. a random concoction had been created in the red solo cup he held in his hand, the condensation making his hands cold to the touch. he simply found himself admiring the scene around him, the bodies of people that slowly multiplied as the night burned on. it was something he'd never witnessed, no summer night nostalgia was there to bring him back to anything like this. it was new to him, new memories with new people that would make this a night to remember. his eyes scanned the crowd, locking on a few familiar faces before finally locking eyes with someone, hand waving at them to come over.

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sonny drifted through the crowd, eyes searching, as always, for one face above the rest. when he finally sees him, he can't help but smile, approaching kyle with a gleeful shimmy of his shoulders. "heya handsome, how's your night been so far?"

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kyle lights up as the taller of the two closes the gap between them, arms instinctively wrapping around him. "i thought you weren't gonna be here?" he pulled back, eyes crinkling at the sides. "well, it's definitely better now that you're here. what about you? how's your break been?"

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he doesn't even think twice before engulfing the smaller boy in a bear hug, the affection startlingly natural. it's over too soon, and he finds himself oddly disappointed as kyle pulls away, hands both cupping around his solo cup if only to have something to do. "i mean, i've been sitting in the sun, drinking, and exploring. that's literally my dream life. what's not to love?" he shrugged, eyes never leaving his face. "what about you?"

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the warmth was something he'd missed, face buried in his chest until he assumed it was simply not socially acceptable anymore. "that's good! honestly, i've never been somewhere so warm and comforting and i kinda... like alabama? that's so weird to say" his nose scrunched as a laugh tumbled out of his mouth at the idea of what he just said. "oh, it's been really good," he falters slightly, eyes breaking from his to look anywhere else for the moment.

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If he notices how their lingering embrace, he brushes the thought aside, too drunk to dwell on frivolous thoughts. "No, don't say that! This is the deep South, both you and I are not welcome here." He joked, though the truth lingers beneath his words. "You're right, though, it is warm. And there's something to be said for Southern comfort." As he speaks, he leans against the wall, the distance between him and Kyle never really growing. His eyes study his face, notice the way his smile falters and his eyes shift. "Oh? You're lying. What's wrong."

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he laughed slightly, sighing as he shook his head. "yea, i know. though honestly it's not just the south, it's like... everywhere but california, i think," he shrugged, "plus i mean... i think i'm passing? i don't think people think that i'm... i don't know." he pauses, a sudden curse against the man that clearly can read him like the back of his own hand. "i, um, nah, like it's not that big of a deal," he's not sure if he's telling that to sonny or to himself.

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"Okay, true. But also not a good party topic." He grinned, shooting Kyle a wink as he sipped from his cup. Though not as wild as some Lockwood students, he appreciated the joyous atmosphere of a good party, the collaborative entertainment provided by a group of drunken college kids. He picks up on Kyle's comment with a more sympathetic gaze, a softer smile taking place on his face as he nods. "You're doing great. Don't worry about it." A hand finds his arm again, unable to resist the physical comfort for a few seconds before he lets it fall again. "Okay? But, like, what is it?"

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"i mean, yeah," he laughs again, a sudden blush forming across his face at something as simple as a wink. he looks down, face breaking out in a grin at the butterflies that swarm his stomach before he shakes his head, as if it'll shake the feeling. "i mean, i don't know," he pauses, eyes searching his face before he goes and reaches for his hand, fingers twining together as he quickly tugs him away to the outskirts of the area . as soon as he's found them adequately away from all others, he turns to face sonny, the words stuck in his throat. "i..." something about it feels wrong, as if saying it allowed will alter something he's shaped in his mind. sonny wouldn't care though, he knew that.

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The warmth of his hand is comforting, familiar. He wonders sometimes if their affection transcends the boundaries of friendship, of roommates. Discomfort pushes it away, however, the simple idea of that far too monumental to address ever, let alone at a party. A part of him worries, the look on Kyle's face concerning him even as the music from the party booms, echoing into the empty room they'd wandered into. Sincere eyes search his face, eager to pull the truth from him - he can't help if he doesn't know what's wrong. "What? You can tell me. Please tell me."

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it feels wrong to even say allowed but he powers through it, clearing their throat. "i, um, okay, it's a long story," he can feel himself rambling already. "i... i lost my virginity?" he's meek now, eyes looking away to hide. "i, like, that in itself isn't bad. but i mean, i lost it to flynn and he's avoided me the entire time, and..." he wrings his hands together, fingers shaking. "i'm sure it's just like, oh it was just a hookup and it didn't matter and it shouldn't matter and i know he just hooks up with people and i'm just.. i'm worried it was me?" he looks up, biting his lip. "like, i don't... i don't want him like that. i don't care if it was him, or if it was someone else, or like. i don't know. i just can't get it out of my head that i just..." none of this is making sense, so he trails off.

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The confession stuns him, not at all what he'd been expecting to hear. A few seconds pass where his mind is simply blank, unable to process anything except the thought. Not that he'd thought it would never happen, in fact, he was surprised it'd taken so long. But he'd hoped maybe, secretly, that it would be put off a little longer. He tunes in a little later in Kyle's explanation, eyes blinking back into focus with a small frown. "Damn..." He says, if only to buy himself time to think. A sip of his drink extends the silence further, and he stares off at the water, where a few people have taken to skinny dipping. "Well, look at it this way. It's done. If he's ignoring you that's his loss, bro, y'know? There'll be other....people."

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kyle didn't know what kind of reaction but the sudden silence wasn't it. in fact, it was enough to take his breath away, eyes suddenly pooling with tears as he took a step back. "yea, like, yeah," he laughs it off though it's clear it means more to him than he's letting on, blinking rapidly before forcing out a smile."i mean, yea. definitely." all he can say is yeah, though the silence still was jarring. he crosses his arms, forcing out a laugh before turning his back to sonny. "i mean, honestly i don't know what i expected. but it's fine. there will be others." he almost feels like there won't be, a sudden urge to cocoon himself for the rest of his days. "anyway! sorry, i'm gonna go before i ruin the night anymore." and suddenly, his mood has switched, another laugh leaving his lips as he forces himself to not cry.

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Sonny knows instantly that what he's said is wrong - but he doesn't know how else to console the sadness, only knows positive thinking, optimism, rationalization. It sucks, yeah, but what good was it to dwell? Besides, he can't quite think around the heavy weight in his stomach, can't form genuine sympathy when all he can focus on is the thought of Kyle with Flynn of all people. "I'm sorry, Kyle." A hand reaches out to touch him, hovers above his turned back, then drops again, too hesitant, uncertain. "You're not ruining the night. I'm just trying to get you to see the positive." He recognizes the hitch in Kyle's voice - this isn't the first time he's seen him cry, and there's a strong longing within him to pull him into another hug, to stroke his hair and wipe his tears. But he feels distanced, now, in the wake of this new information, like to do so would be to cross some new invisible barrier. "I'm sorry."

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kyle can't bring himself to say words, another painfully awkward laugh, body trembling slightly as every emotion he felt inside of him dared to pour out. all it too was that last damn sorry, that last break in the silence for him to let out an audible sob, hand immediately clasping to his mouth to try to act as if it did not happen. "y-you don't get it," he finally says, turning back to him to try to face him but it's too painful. he snaps his head away, crossing his arms. "i can't just get over things like you do, i can't possibly ignore these things. they spill out every fucking minute i try. i am trying to keep it down and i'm sorry i can't be stoic but sometimes there is no positive," his voice surprises him, shaky yet strong as he finds another sob threatening to come out. "i'm going, again, i've done enough this week," and with that, he begins to walk off, fingers clasping together as he tries his hardest to glue himself back together emotionally.

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He doesn't know what's wrong with him. He can see Kyle's pain - it's visible in the shake of his shoulders, the contortion of his face as he fights to hold back's tears. And he can hear it in his voice, each shaky word pricking in his chest like a small wound. But he can't do anything about it, doesn't know what to do. His brain only produces platitudes, cheery phrases meant to distract or comfort. He wants to joke, to lighten the mood again - virginity is only a social construct. At least you got laid. Was the sex that bad? But he knows that will only make things worse. And Kyles seems to know this, his words poking exactly at the sore spots Sonny himself is glaringly aware of. And then he's walking away, and Sonny's heart aches, can't possibly let things end like this, so he finds himself stepping after him, trailing behind him like a lost puppy. "Kyle, wait, wait." A hand finds his wrist, tugs pleadingly for him to come back.

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"what?" his words come off as way snappier than he meant, turning to face sonny with narrow eyes that soon softened at just the sight of his face. and with that, he melted, all of the emotions he'd tried so hard to bottle up simply choking out of him. he closed his eyes tightly before simply hiding his face in sonny's chest, a loud inhale as he tried to gasp in hair before more sobs simply left his mouth. his arms were tight around sonny, fingers balling up the fabric of his shirt as he tried to simply clutch to him for dear life - to an extent, he was all he had. his rock, his best friend, his everything, and the thought of that was terrifying. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry," he murmured, looking up and letting his chin rest again the boy's chest. "i-i, i didn't mean to..." to snap? to act like a child? it was all he did and he wanted to simply hide. "i don't know, i'm sorry."

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His tone hurts, sharp as a knife as it threatens to wound him. He pushes himself past the chilling feeling, however, no question in his mind as he accepts Kyle into his arms. Maybe he didn't know what to say, but he could hug, he could comfort and kiss and heal with physical touch, fuck the consequences. "Shh." He murmured, face now pressed into the top of Kyle's head. He feels his own eyes threatening to spill, overactive tear ducts betraying the extent of his feelings as he squeezes his eyes shut to try and avoid any leakage. "You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong."

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it's so much. he doesn't wanna break apart, he wants to cling to him for dear life and hope the ship doesn't sink. another inaudible sob leaves his mouth as he clings to him, throat closing. he can't find the words to make this better, nothing can make this better right now but the other's arms will try to act as a bandaid over his soul. with a few moments of silence, he's finally able to break through again, managing a, "i still have acted like a fucking ass." with that, he feels as if he has to break away, a reluctance as he loses his grip on the other and takes a step away, fingers reaching for his hands for some stability but he pulls back.

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Sonny believes in the power of moments. An environment: the lighting, the music, the context of a conversation, and a few minutes and everything can change. Kyle pulls away, hands clinging to his like a lifeline and he feels himself entering a moment, feels it in his bones the same way he feels Kyle nestled in his heart. All the sadness, all the anger, it dissipates the moment their eyes meet, because all that matters is him, standing in front of him, trusting him. He doesn't think, acts purely on instinct as he jerks forward and kisses him, surprising even himself. Later, he will blame it on the alcohol, the moment, the emotions of the evening. But now, there's no excuse, just a sweet kiss between two best friends and the sound of the ocean crashing into shore.

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it takes him a moment to realize what has happened and as soon as he does, he is startled, pulling back like a deer from the line of the trees. his mouth is wide open, heart heavy as he simply stares at sonny in disbelief before a sudden bravery takes him over. with one swift moment, he's closed the gap again, arms wrapped around his neck as their lips touch again. something about it is scary but exciting, and he closes his eyes tightly in order to keep from the emotions from spilling out. he lingers, emotions daring to spill out again before he pulls away again, eyes wide in realization as to what he just had done. this was a rift in their path, a sudden shift in everything that had been them. "i-i" he starts, catching his breath as he tries to find the words to say, but there are none. what is done is done and now he knows he can't take it back. this is it, this is the end, it's all he can think. there is nothing left and now they are left at the crossroads.

_______

Fuck. He should be upset. He's fucked everything up, and the realization should come with guilt, anxiety, at the very least, regret. But he can't bring himself to bring anything but pure joy, like things had finally fallen in to place. Kyle had always been the missing piece to him, the jagged edge that fit his own, and now it was out there, tossed into the air for the universe to judge. But there were so many reasons for it not to happen, for it him to step back to his side of the line and pretend it had never happened. "I'm sorry." He offered, uncertain, trying to read the situation in Kyle's face. "I - Maybe we should just go to bed."

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he didn't get it. his head was swarming, fingers clasping together as he simply fought the urge to cry out, to scream. how did this seem so fucked, how did all of this seem so out of place. he didn't though. he stood in front of sonny, eyes big as he forced himself to speak. "yeah." it wasn't bitter, it wasn't full of emotion, it was just that. the word yeah. after all, he couldn't argue. "you know..." i don't want to just end it there? apologizing after a kiss tears my heart apart? i just want to stay? all these thoughts swarmed his mind but nothing came out, mouth dry for a moment. "we can forget it, if you're that sorry for it." he looks back over to him, biting his lip before shaking his head. "you... you don't have to worry. i get it." he simply nodded, changing the subject "we can go to bed though. i think i'm gonna... shower." he nods, beginning to trudge off of the beach without waiting for him.

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This was for the best. This was safer, easier. This was the right thing to do. Maybe if he told himself that enough, he would believe it. Kyle was vulnerable right now, even if there was to be something between them - which he still wasn't convinced of - now wasn't the right time. And yet...He can still feel the kiss pressed against his lips, teeth finding his lower lip in an attempt to mimic the feeling as he feels a piece of him detach again, leaving behind a gaping hole. "Okay." He doesn't know what else to say without crying, and that was the last thing he wanted. "I don't..." Regret it. He didn't regret it. But he can't finish the sentence, instead just casting his eyes downwards. He trails a few steps behind Kyle, dreading the thought of sleeping in the same room as him, so close but separated by an intangible distance. This time, he doesn't make any effort to catch up to him, instead simply watching his figure - then, at the last minute, he decides to stay at the party, not wanting to end the night on such a sour note. If anyone could pretend nothing was wrong, it was Sonny Thompson, king of turning up the watts on his million dollar smile. "Hey - Kyle?" He swallows, the name sounding different, now. "I think I'm going to stay here for a bit longer."

_______

he felt like a wounded bird, he wasn't sure how he was going to fly after this. the silence was unbearable, hands still clutched together for some sort of stability. his voice breaks through the air and he looks back, and even the simple words are enough to hit him like knives to his throat. hurt registers on his face but it's all he can offer, no more tears can be found in his eyes as he simply stares in silence. he didn't want him to go, was it all really that bad? he clenched his jaw, the words he wishes to breathe staying stuck in his throat. this would never be the same truly, and all he could think was that it was his fault. the only underlining factor in all of this, in flynn, in his family, in sonny, it was him. he felt his stomach drop at this realization and simple forced out a smile to sonny, nodding. "yeah. i would expect nothing different." it was so hard to say it, so hard to feel it but he felt as if he should go. "i hope your night is good." it's so hard to say, it's like choking on roses that he dared to plant in his gut, like everything was slipping. but, he smiled, turned around, and walked away.

#( && call me friend but keep me closer. - ft. sonny ! )#water:event003 #maybe idk #save #( * sonny ! )

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astro-child · 7 years

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pour up (body party)

pairing: jikook, yoontaeseok, namjin

rating: nc17

genre: alpha/beta/omega (abo) au, smut, fluff

warnings: switching, self-lubrication, praise kink, humiliation kink, knotting, chokers, morning sex, multiple orgasms, nipple play, biting/marking, blowjobs, top jungkook, top jimin, vibrators, thigh highs/stockings, lingerie/lace panties, barebacking, rimming, porn with plot, crossposted to ao3

a/n: aaaaand it’s up!!! sorry for the delay hehe I fell sick last night and also had to make some minor edits to the scenes ;; for @inarsics aka the sweetest person I’ve ever written a fic for ❤️ #stannar2k17!!!! this basically served as an excuse for me to write like preposterous amounts of fluff and smut (it literally starts with smut what am i doing somebody pls) oops but I loved the prompt so much I almost died squealing when I got it adkndjahdf

the prompt is tweaked a lil bit but jikook are both alphas (I lov alpha/alpha) and jimin’s basically the more laidback, subtle dom while kook is the on-the-surface alpha aka he fusses a lot over his mate and would literally do anything to protect jimin but is more of a sub in bed than chimchim!!! if you’re reading this, thank u sm & all reblogs/comments/likes are all super appreciated ♡♡♡♡♡♡

summary: “Jungkook and Jimin are spending their first Christmas together as mates. Thinking that they would have the whole day to themselves, Jungkook and Jimin are surprised when the boys drop by their apartment. Though Jimin is welcoming, Jungkook is disgruntled that he can’t spend any time alone with Jimin, and he does all he can to get some quality time with him whilst the boys are around.”

on the morning of christmas eve, jungkook wakes up in the middle of an orgasm to soft, plush lips stretched over his dick, back arching off the bed, fireworks exploding behind his eyes, moan involuntarily leaving his lips. and then he sinks down on the bed, fingers loosening the grip he has on the sheets around him, feeling boneless and like he’s missed out on the best part all at once.

jimin, on the other hand, doesn’t stop swallowing around him even as he comes, tonguing kittenlishly at jungkook’s slit, massaging his balls with those small, distractingly thick fingers of his, and the overstimulation has the younger alpha gasping, threading fingers into the his hair to tug at the strands in warning, sensation walking the fine line between pain and pleasure.

“hyung,” he croaks weakly, voice still thick with sleep, and jimin hums around him like the cocktease he is, feeling jungkook shake beneath him for a good few seconds before pulling off with an obscene pop.

dazed, jungkook lets his eyes flicker to meet jimin’s, chest rising and falling heavily. the sight seems to please jimin and the older smirks, caging the younger beneath him.

“that good?” he asks, taking care to push back the hair matted to jungkook’s forehead, accent flooding the edges of his words. his voice dips into a lower register, raspy, and jungkook nods dumbly, shivering from the mixed pheromones flooding the room, a little star-strucked, post-orgasm haze still working its way through his body. he’d always been extra sensitive in the morning, a fact jimin knows all too well. “’s too early.”

jimin smiles, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, littering soft kisses all over, paying special attention to the mate mark carved into the younger’s skin before trailing up, up, up until he presses their lips together.

jungkook grimaces at first, tasting himself on jimin’s tongue but the gentle way jimin treats him has him flushing down to his toes, feeling too much like a high school girl with a crush.

“good morning,” jimin whispers against his lips, pulling away to rest their foreheads together, grinning cheekily and jungkook grunts, turning away to hide the pink tinting his cheeks. he’s never going to admit it, but those cheesy, sweet lines in dramas had always gotten to him somehow.

jimin giggles happily, pinching his cheeks while cooing praises like so cute and my darling’s blushing, until jungkook shifts, accidentally grinding his knee into the older’s crotch and he chokes, musky arousal flooding the room.

“shit. fuck, kook, don’t do that,” jimin swears, shying away from the friction but jungkook is quick to chase, his own alpha instincts kicking in as he wraps arms around the older’s neck to lock their lips together messily, so fucking eager, fingers curling around the hairs on the base of jimin’s neck.

“how opposed are you, exactly, to riding me at eight in the morning?” he whispers into jimin’s ear later, breathless, winking suggestively when the older glances over, dominance coming into play, gripping jimin’s hipbones so tightly they both know there are going to be marks while nibbling on his earlobe and jimin whines, far too gone to argue.

needless to say, their neighbors aren’t very impressed.

jimin wakes up two hours later with a sore neck to an empty bed, the comforting mix of their two smells so dense he can taste it on his tongue, the space beside him still slightly warm and groans.

“kookie,” he calls, grunting something illegible as he gets up from the bed, stumbling carelessly towards the kitchen, rubbing his eyes tiredly. there’s a slight limp in his step, and all jimin wants to do is flop back down on the bed with a certain someone and catch a christmas movie together, cuddling.

“jungkook-ah.”

the younger alpha doesn’t even hear him, standing in front of the stove, humming along to whatever song’s playing on the radio he’s plugged into. jungkook jumps when he feels hands slip around his waist, momentarily startled, but then relaxes into the older’s hold, pulling his earpieces out.

“oh, hyung! you’re up,” he beams, bunny teeth peeking out as jimin struggles to rest his head on the younger’s shoulder. the fit is a little bit awkward, but honestly, neither of them would have it any other way. “I made breakfast! just give me like, three seconds, and I’ll bring it out.”

“instant ramen? really?” the older teases, biting back a grin.

jungkook chews on his bottom lip, defensive, frowning as he sets the two bowls onto the table. “it’s better than nothing okay! I even added eggs and cheese!”

“mhm,” jimin hums, eyes twinkling with adoration. “come here.”

he lets himself be backed into the counter before cupping the younger’s cheeks and pecking the crown of his forehead gently.

“you know that I’m just trying to tease you, right?”

jungkook rolls his eyes, grin quickly forming on his mouth, before it turns into a giggle and then a feat of laughter, throwing his head back in happiness. brat, jimin thinks fondly.

the younger even makes sure to bop the older on the nose as revenge.

later, they end up sprawled across the couch, legs tangled together, fingers intertwined like the cute gross couple they are, laptop rested between their legs, screening some romantic melodrama that jimin had somehow convinced him into watching. “don’t die!” jimin yells, sniffling already and jungkook tries to muffles a laugh.

“shut it, jeon jungkook. heartless jerk,” he mutters, wiping at his eyes and the younger noses into the back of his ear in apology.

“what if we were separated like that, huh?” jimin says, ranting on and on about how these kinds of films always have the cliche that unorthodox couples shouldn’t have a happy ending, but really, jungkook doesn’t hear anything after ‘we’ and ‘separated’. his mind reels with the thought of jimin falling in love with someone else, with an omega deserving of him, and leaving him alone to pick up the pieces, pain blooming in his chest.

“jungkook?” jimin asks slowly, sensing the uncomfortable tension in the younger’s body, pausing the movie to check on his mate. at this, jungkook snaps out of his daze, belatedly realizing that his nails have been digging into jimin’s skin painfully while in thought, quickly letting go with a gasp.

“babe…” jimin trails, voice soft, worried but apprehensive. “are you okay? is this about what I said? I swear I didn’t mean it, I was just so caught up in the movie—”

“your hand,” the younger blatantly ignores his words, rushing to blow on the swelling marks, a little panicked from having hurt the person dearest to him. jimin carefully takes his hand out from between jungkook’s palms, but the younger’s face falls anyway, looking like a kicked puppy.

“that’s not the point,” jimin says, frowning lightly, running fingers through his scalp, feeling jungkook relax beneath him, the younger sighing, closing his eyes and burying his face into the older’s neck.

“sometimes—sometimes I get nightmares about you leaving me.” he murmurs as fast as he can, but jimin hears his words well enough. “I dunno, it’s just—I don’t treat you well enough and you might find someone who you’ll fit with better than with me, love more than me—so yeah…I’m scared.”

they stay like that for a little while longer, jimin still massaging at his scalp with skilled fingers, movie entirely forgotten. and then,

“well, you should know I won’t. not for anyone in the universe, jeon jungkook.”

“hm, now that I think about it, that’s kind of why I let you claim me and bit right down on your shoulder three months ago to mark you, you know, jungkookie. have you forgotten?” the sentence kills whatever doubt he has towards jimin’s words and jungkook’s cheeks burn, the older bursting into a peal of laughter.

embarrassed, he kisses jimin on the cheek, a silent apology for having ruined their movie marathon. “you’re mine,” jimin whispers, breath ghosting over his cheek. “I never let anything of mine slip away.”

it sounds like something right out of a C-grade chick flick, or a badly screened porno, but something about the way jimin says it sets butterflies into his tummy, toes curling with happiness and god, jungkook’s fucking whipped.

they lean in with unparalleled harmony, invisible strings pulling them together and like this—

like this, jungkook thinks his mom was wrong to say that he was screwing up his alpha biology to be with jimin. his dad was wrong about jimin having motivations for courting him. his relatives were wrong when they said alphas were supposed to only mate with omegas.

they were all wrong, the entire hybrid mechanism misunderstood.

—and then the doorbell rings.

jungkook groans, annoyed, a little reluctant to pull away but it rings again and really, he has no choice but to get up from the couch to open the door. “who the fuck—”

“merry christmas eve!” taehyung yells excitedly, hoseok and yoongi standing protectively to his side, namjoon and seokjin behind them. right. the christmas party, he thinks, cursing himself for having forgotten.

“I thought we were supposed to meet at hoseok’s chalet?” jungkook asks, faking a smile, trying his very best not to show his displeasure. jimin joins him at the doorstep, significantly more happy about the drop-in than jungkook is and the younger alpha scowls. taehyung shrugs. “we figured you both would cancel on us for a good fucking session or something, so.”

jimin flushes bright pink, giggle so high-pitched it gives them both away.

“you totally were!” taehyung says, with an accusatory tone, pointing a finger at them, but a playful grin spreads across his face. yoongi waves his hand in dismissal, complaining, pushing the door open to wiggle inside the apartment, the other boys following suit.

“gotta wait until we finish, like, twelve rounds of gaming, cake-cutting and gift exchange bro,” hoseok singsongs as he walks past into the house, shooting them both suggestive winks, waggling his eyebrows. the action has jimin yelping in embarrassment and jungkook finds himself avoiding hoseok’s eyes for the next hour or so.

turns out, twelve rounds of gaming takes up two hours of their time, cake-cutting an additional hour (curse namjoon for bringing alcohol) and the gift exchange dragging on forever, with them all being tipsy.

“here you go namjoonie,” hoseok chirps, obviously drunk, but then gasps comically and with a hiccup, takes the present away to switch it for another.

“sorry, that one’s for my yoongbean.”

yoongi laughs softly to his side, gums coming into sight and jimin wonders (with quite a fair bit of disgust) how someone like him turns into such a soft person with just the smallest bit of alcohol. “where’s mine,” taehyung whines, making grabby hands and if it weren’t for jungkook distracting him, subconsciously mouthing against his piercings, jimin is convinced he would’ve choked.

then finally, after thirty long, painful minutes of hoseok slurring out their names and messing up all their presents, it’s his turn to give them out.

he casually puts the presents down in their laps, biting back a smile as the boys fumble to open the pretty wrapping, before shifting in jungkook’s lap to face him and place a small box into his hands. the younger stares back for a while, adorably confused, alcohol dulling the honey brown rims of his eyes into a pale grey, and jimin has to fight the urge to pinch his cheeks. “open it, babe,” he coaxes, gently, and watches as jungkook flips open the velvet cover, buzzing with nervousness.

jungkook seemingly goes mute at the sight, breath hitching, face unreadable and for the next few moments, jimin panics. “are these—”

he nods, searching for eye contact with the younger as he interlaces their hands and brings jungkook’s up to eye level, mumbling. “they don’t have to be, though, if you don’t want them to. they could just be promise rings, or couple ones of some sort. I just thought it would be nice to put a ring on your finger, you know? since we were mated permenantly and all—”

jungkook takes him by surprise with a kiss. bravely, with all the passion in the world, and although jimin can taste the bitter undertones of beer in his mouth, he doesn’t ever want to let go.

neither of them really register the groans and gags in the background, world surrounding them fading into a clouded mess and this is perfect.

“can’t you guys go twenty seconds without sucking face?” namjoon blanches, making disgruntled noises in the back of his throat. jimin pulls away with a glare, softening as he turns back to his very cute, very pretty boyfriend.

at his stare, jungkook snaps up, as if remembering something, before clearing his throat embarrasedly. he shifts jimin off his lap, standing up to grab six presents from the room, much to their disappointment.

“did you forget yoongi or something?” taehyung teases from where he leans on hoseok’s shoulder, eyes closed.

jungkook pointedly ignores his remark, tossing the presents out, avoiding jimin’s eyes entirely as he bypasses the older. jimin opens his mouth to make an offended whine but taehyung cuts him off with a loud scream, high-pitched and shrilly.

“oh my fucking god, jeon jungkook, you are hands-down the best friend I’ve ever had—god fucking bless you, an xbox—what the fuck,” he continues, rambling with excitement, gripping jungkook’s shirt and jumping up and down like a three-year old.

and jealousy is not good feeling, jimin thinks, his heart sinking.

just then, jungkook climbs into his lap again, this time with a more brazen grin, the promise of something, lips wet and pink, eyes sparkling cheekily, and the older’s breath hitches.

he knows this look all too well, the edges of a growl already bubbling in his throat, eyes going from a warm prussian blue to a deep steely cyan. “chase the boys out after ten minutes and come to the room,” jungkook whispers, breath tickling the shell of his ear and jimin nods, a shudder running through him.

too quickly, the warm heat of his mate vanishes, disappearing into their shared bedroom and jimin has to clench his fists to stop himself from going after the younger, self-restraint teetering on the edge.

the next ten minutes feel like hell, every second worsening the ache in his pants, strengthening the white-hot lust in the pit of his stomach, jungkook’s faint arousal seeping through the walls. really, by now, it doesn’t take a genius to put the pieces together, the boys packing up hurriedly, shoved out of the door by an amazingly sober seokjin.

the scent of fresh sandalwood clogs his senses, then diffuses, then reappears, as if taunting him, and then finally, the main door shuts.

jimin gets to their bedroom in record speed, panting more so from arousal than the physical exertion, slamming his fists onto the wooden frame to announce his arrival, mind racing with thoughts about jungkook on his knees on the bed, begging, putting away his pride to splutter filthy words just to get jimin to fuck him and—

jungkook throws open the door with flushed cheeks and for the next ten seconds, jimin swears he forgets how to breathe.

the younger has his favorite oversized white blouse on, buttoned up less than halfway, revealing more than enough of his golden, unmarked skin to get jimin growling possessively. the shirt covers just up to his mid-thighs, and when jungkook steps closer, jimin thinks he sees a hint of silk and lace underneath the fluttering fabric.

thin, black garters shroud the younger’s thick thighs beautifully, and the matching translucent thigh highs around his pretty legs worsen it all.

and then there’s the red leather choker snug around his neck, spelling out their initials.

“merry christmas,” jungkook murmurs, shuffling uneasily on both feet, shyness kicking in with jimin’s predatory gaze. “I’m your present. do you…like it?”

it’s the times like these that remind them both of how young jungkook is; how innocent.

it makes jimin want to wreck him.

“yeah. yeah, fuck. you look so—” pretty, sinful, ethereal, perfect, beautiful, fuckable. no words can describe it. jungkook pinks, chewing on his lower lip distractingly. “show me how much you like it.”

the second he breathes those words, jimin has him backed against the bedframe, knees buckling, falling onto the white sheets, blouse riding up to reveal the black silk panties he has on, with lace lining its hem and a bow at the top.

jimin grunts, pupils flashing dangerously, and jungkook shuts his eyes, heat prickling at his skin, feeling the space between his legs slick up like never before.

he hadn’t even known alphas could drip out of their ass, thought that it was only an omega thing, until—well, until he did during jimin’s rut a few years back. the fresh wave of sandalwood floods the room and jimin’s fingers wrap around his wrists, pinning them above his head, digging into the skin, the older kneeling with both knees by his sides.

“so fucking pretty,” he says, voice dipping into a lower timbre and jungkook shivers, the praise sliding down his spine like lava. “please,” he breathes, already so needy, and jimin tsks, cupping his face to bring their lips together in a searing kiss.

jungkook has to stop the embarrassing urge to whine when jimin pulls away, petulant, but then the older’s kissing down, down, down past his jaw to his collarbones, and every protest dies. jimin leaves a trail of hickeys in his wake, occasionally laving over the bruise with his tongue and pecking it lightly before moving on. jimin tugs at the hem of his blouse, pushing the fabric up and allowing it to bunch around jungkook’s armpits.

the bareness makes jungkook shy, heart fluttering, and he covers his face with both of his hands. jimin tuts, gently easing them away from his face, murmuring praises like you’re beautiful and I wanna see your pretty face babe that really aren’t far from the truth.

his cock peeks out from just above the lace waistband and pink bow, leaking precum all over his stomach and jimin snarls, so fucking tempted to just save the teasing for later and give jungkook the best fuck of his life, but jimin has restraint. at least, he tells himself he does.

for now.

jimin mouth latches onto the younger’s right nipple, relishing in the loud cry that spills from jungkook’s lips, feeling lithe fingers thread into his hair and tug. he abuses the nub thoroughly, biting and sucking on the areola, circling the sensitive skin with his tongue and blowing on it, rolling the other one between his fingers and pinching it lightly, watching jungkook shiver and shake, eyes rolled into the back of his head, back arched off the sheets, whimpering and moaning helplessly.

jungkook whines long and loud when jimin reaches to graze a hand over his dick, the much-needed friction driving him off the edge, and he comes into jimin’s hand, spilling ropes of white all over the older’s thick knuckles.

“so sensitive,” jimin groans, continuing his ministrations and the pleasure richochets throughout the younger’s entire body. his hand doesn’t still on jungkook’s dick either, thumbing at the fresh pearl of precum already beaded on the head of his cock, digging into his slit.

it wasn’t a secret that he had always been sensitive around his nipples, and jimin was possibly the best worker of Handjobs™ in history (if the fact that jungkook came into his hand in under 3 seconds doesn’t make it clear enough) but to be played with on both ends like this has jungkook sprawled out on the bed, thighs trembling, mewling softly, looking every bit as wrecked as he feels.

“jimin,” he keens, voice breaking and the older hums, giggling. “hyung, please—I wanna feel you so bad—just give me your fingers or something, fuck. please.”

“oh I will,” jimin grunts, panting, but he only switches to the other nub to repeat the same treatment, sending shocks and shocks of pleasure through the younger’s body, other hand rubbing up and down his dick, rubbing at jungkook’s balls lightly. jungkook feels horribly close to coming again and he rakes nails down jimin’s back in warning.

then, when jimin finally pulls away, jungkook goes limp in his arms, tears in the back of his eyes. “you okay babe?” the dominant alpha asks, coming up to push up the hair matted to jungkook’s forehead messily, letting the younger relax and catch his breath, pressing his lips to the younger’s forehead, eyes, cheeks and nose before letting their lips brush, ever so caring and sweet. “wanna stop?”

jungkook shakes his head like his life depends on it, fingers gripping the older’s biceps tightly. jimin laughs, nodding and then sinks down, down, down to fan kisses all over his stomach, marking him wherever and whenever. he traces the smaller mate mark just above the younger’s right hipbone, still sensitive and bites down beside it, sucking a pretty bruise into jungkook’s skin.

he moves off the bed to press jungkook’s legs apart, watching them fall open invitingly with little to no opposition, the sight setting sparks off in stomach. impatiently, he rips the thigh highs off the younger’s legs, leaving the garters on, and yeah, he knows what he’ll be thinking about on lonely nights away from jungkook.

shifting them further up on the bed, jimin litters kisses all over the skin of jungkook’s right calf, sinking his teeth into the skin at the back of his knee, marking his entire thigh up and then repeating it on the other leg, jungkook trembling in his hands, wet arousal slicking down his thighs and cock.

in his defence, he can’t really help it. to say jungkook’s thighs are pretty is a understatement. they’re not as nicely shaped as an omega’s, but they’re thick and kneadnable and literally fucking flawless, so much so that jimin would describe them to be more like a masterpiece.

“jimin—hyung,” jungkook says, desperate, hiccuped moans and whimpers escaping his lips. jimin pulls away, hushing him, before mouthing at the silk of his panties, soaking the fabric. “you look so fucking good in these,” he hums, a little disappointed that they’re going to come off soon, hooking a finger beneath the waistband to let it snap back against the skin. jungkook blushes more, if possible, and avoids his eyes. “it could work…I mean.”

“mm,” jimin says, pushing the fabric aside with two fingers, the exposure making jungkook’s stomach clench, slipping another pair of digits inside.

immediately, his fingers bump into the butt of a vibrator and jimin hisses, flipping him onto his front in a second, arousal radiating off him and clogging the entire room. “hands and knees. now.”

jungkook quickly complies, fisting the sheets as jimin pulls the thong down and lets it rest mid-thigh, whimpering embarrasedly.

“such a slut, bet you were thinking about how good my cock would feel inside of you when you fucked yourself on the vibrator, spreading you open and stretching you out—” jimin says, voice raspy, pushing two fingers in and jungkook yelps. the stretch burns so good. “bet you thought about me fucking you with these panties on too, hm, jungkookie?”

“yeah, yeah—ah, c'mon hyung, I—put it on the highest setting for you, but it wasn’t enough and I’ve been waiting for so long so just fucking fuck me already, please—” jimin growls, shutting him up with a kiss, dragging the pads of his fingers over his prostate, pressing up against the sensitive nerves hard and fast, until the younger’s thighs shake. jimin’s tongue joins in later, licking right over jungkook’s walls, lapping up the wet slick greedily, more lubricant flooding the rim each time, and jungkook thinks he screams, resisting the urge to shut his legs, sensation almost crippling, using his grip as leverage to chase for more, fucking himself back onto jimin’s face.

the younger barely notices when he slips in the third finger, so fucking close to the edge, making a mess of the bedsheets. “look at you dripping all over your pink cock, jungkookie, look how pretty you are,” jimin coos, an edge to his tone that has jungkook’s body going rigid, and just like that, he cums again, untouched, clenching around the older’s fingers, staining the panties, second mind-numbing orgasm of the night making its way through his body.

“c-can’t, jimin—now, please,” jungkook hiccups, tears running down his face, body feeling like it’s on fire from the overstimulation and jimin withdraws immediately. “what’s the safeword.”

he shakes his head frantically, reaching down to pull the vibrating plug out of his body with a mewl, switching it off and tossing it to the side. “jungkook,” jimin sighs, taking a visible amount of effort to shift away, teeth gritted, but the younger whimpers, tugging him back down to connect their lips, teeth clacking against each other, tongues messily fighting for dominance. “don’t wanna stop—wanna feel you, please, I just—fuck me, c'mon, I can take it, hyung please, come on.”

jimin grunts, eyes flashing so bright blue they’re almost silver, half-tearing the clothes off his body, hauling jungkook forward by the ankles before lining up with the younger’s entrance and pressing in. jungkook gasps, breath caught in his throat, nails digging crescents into the older’s biceps, shutting his eyes in bliss. his cock drags along the younger’s soft, wet walls as he decks out, ripping a moan from jungkook’s throat and jimin takes that as a signal to speed up, jackhammering into the younger, forcing out a cry from him.

“so. fucking. beautiful,” he grunts, words punctuated with every thrust and jungkook knows he’s blabbering at this point, repeating jimin’s name like a mantra, pleasure coiling in his stomach for the third time. when jimin slings his legs over both shoulders on the next thrust, though, jungkook keens, tears trailing either sides of his face, the older fucking right up against his prostate, dragging across the sensitive bundle just right, again and again, knot catching on his rim and it doesn’t take long for the tight coil in his stomach to unravel. “mine,” jimin growls, brandishing him, driving him over the edge, white streaks shooting all over jungkook’s chest, and they come together, jungkook cumming so hard a few drops land on his cheek, jerking and shaking as jimin rides out his high, filling him up to the brim, knot settling snug against his prostate.

the come down is significantly harder, jimin’s knot expanding to press deeper and deeper against his prostate, sending shock after shock of overstimulation racking through his body. the older carefully maneuvers them onto their side, tangling their feet together to close any gap between them, resting jungkook’s head on his chest, the both of them still flush against each other. “still with me?”

it should be gross, with how cum is smeared between their bodies, drying, but instead it feels comfortable, feels safe.

“merry christmas,” jungkook mumbles, sleep plaguing his eyelids and jimin giggles, brushing his lips over the younger’s eyes and neck.

later, jimin pulls out slowly, careful not to wake jungkook, before wetting a washcloth and wiping jungkook down, going to take a shower after.

right before he goes to sleep, he tucks them both in properly, tracing the younger’s eyelids with his fingers gently, smiling. really, the entire alpha-omega relationship system can go fuck itself, because he’s never going to give any of this up for it.

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