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#THE RED LIGHT HITTING HER EYES IN THAT SHOW WAS GORGEOUS
harrysonlylover · 2 months
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Insatiable*
Short smutty blurb based off this gif!
Wc: 1.2k
Warnings: degradation, unprotected sex, slightly mean dom h.
Trope: no specific AU
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Harry is ascending to heaven, he’s sure of that.
He must be one of the lucky ones who were chosen to be blessed in their lifetime. He can’t quite remember what good deed he did to deserve this—but he’s not letting her get away.
His ears were ringing and he felt dizzy, almost lost himself for a hot minute before remembering to keep his eyes on her. It would be a shame to close them.
His eyes couldn’t get enough of staring at her perfect body, right in front of him.
“So fucking beautiful.” He panted, his hands frantically roaming her skin.
She only responded with a soft whine, trying to keep up and ignore the cramping in her legs. She needed his cock, needed to ride him, no matter how tiring. She wanted to show him that she’s his good girl and that she can work for his cock to earn it.
It was hitting her sweet spongy spot, daring her to fall against Harry’s chest and beg him to fuck her.
But no, she bounced like a good girl on his creamy cock that was shining with a mix of their juices. She felt like their lower bodies were on fire—the heat bubbling up in her core was euphoric.
“Pretty girl showing daddy how much she loves his cock.” He praised her, moving a few hair strands from her face, before patting her head.
Damn right, she loved it.
The sound of skin slapping and her soft whines had him rolling his eyes. But again—he couldn’t keep his eyes away for too long. Her breasts were in his face, jiggling with every bounce, begging him to knead them and have a taste.
He untied her hair allowing it to cascade down her back. He adored her hair and loved giving her head scratches, but most importantly he craved pulling it while he thrusted into her from behind.
“Gonna light me up with how warm your pussy is baby.” His raspy voice wasn’t helping her neediness, after all, she was in desperate need of his cock.
“N-need it.” She managed to confess through ragged breathing. The view he had may be sinful, but hers is sending her straight to hell.
He was laid back against the headboard, a hint of a grin spread across his pretty face. His beard was still covered in her cum from when he worshipped her earlier.
His hair, so messy from the tugging yet still curly. She couldn’t help but glance down at his chest, a line of sweat trailing down to his chiseled abs that contracted under the dim light.
Not only can she feel how wet and messy they are but she can also hear it. In fact, his pelvis was already coated.
His pupils were blown and his lips were slightly parted in awe. He raked his eyes quickly from where they were connected, watching her sink on his length, to her gorgeous face and chest.
But—he can’t quite forget the setup he made. He placed a tall mirror behind them, so he can glance at it and get a good view of her back and ass that was red.
“Is that all you got princess, hmm? Thought you were my good girl.” He landed a harsh slap on her already sensitive cheeks.
“I—am.” He swore that she almost cried right there and then. He knew how uncomfortable the position must be and still—she fastened her pace.
“Shhhh baby, just take my cock. It’ll help your greedy cunt to rest.” He mocked, not forgetting to degrade her for her sigh of relief once he pushed inside—it was like her cunt needed his cock to survive.
His hands roamed her back which arched when he purposely thrusted all of a sudden. Her head rolled backward as she clenched on his swollen cock.
She was his fucking sex goddess.
He couldn’t stop exploring her back as his ears listened to her beautiful whines and whimpers. He initially mocked her, asking her if she was ovulating—but maybe her pussy is just made for his cock.
He could tell that she was starting to get tired, her forehead dropped against his as she panted and held eye contact with him. His hand rested on her ass, rubbing over the red skin.
“Poor bunny, got tired already?” She nodded quickly, slowing down her pace.
“Then I should make use of this hole, right?” His deep voice went straight to her core as she whispered ‘Please Daddy.”
He really felt like passing out from how good she felt, so warm and wet. Just for him.
He dug his heels into the mattress and placed his hands on her bruised hips before grinning at her and thrusting inside her.
“Need to do everything for you.” His thrusts were rough, and she could feel him in her stomach.
“Always have to fuck this cunt or else you’ll drool like a puppy in heat.” The degrading went through her brain, making her moan like crazy.
He was feral with his pounding, she knew that she’d be sore for days to come. But she also knew that he would kiss her pussy to ease the pain.
She already came twice, almost came for the third time from riding him but she couldn’t continue. With his current rough force, she won’t last long.
He was so raw and primal—his tongue nipped at her skin, just anywhere. She could feel his rapid heartbeats, the thickness of his swollen length pulsing inside her as he fucked her repeatedly.
And god—don’t even ask her about his naked body, how his thighs and pelvis would look right now, all wet and coated from her juices. If she wasn’t already wrecked—he’d ask her to clean it up with her tongue.
“Cum inside me.” She begged as she held his face in her hands.
“Yeah? Is that what you want? My hot load inside of your cunt?” He teased, giving her deep slow thrusts.
“Yes—Daddy.”
“Hmm, maybe that’ll tame your pussy.” He pulled her hair roughly, and the sting of her scalp combined with his creamy cock was enough to tip her over the edge.
She trembled on his length, nails digging into his skin as she moaned his name like a mantra. His orgasm followed hers in a few seconds, unable to resist the clenching and pulsing of her warm pussy.
His hot cum painted her walls white, prompting them to moan louder as they kissed. The feeling of his cum deep inside her was like nothing else.
“My baby, so good for me.” He held her against his chest, as he pressed kisses to her face.
Sweat adorned their bodies and the smell of sex filled the room. He rubbed soothing patterns on her back before whispering to remind her of the bubble bath they had to take.
She simply replied by leaving a peck on his lips and moving herself again on his sensitive cock.
An insatiable little devil. ——————————————————
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starkeyisthelastname · 2 months
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Hi! Could you do Rafe x virgin!reader where she wants to do it but she’s scared bc all her friends said it hurts and also bc rafe is big. He talks her through it (smut please🫶🏽)
(I picture Rafe in this as at the party in season 3 episode 7 🥵)
You sat on the edge of the king bed in what you assumed to be the master bedroom. The music from the party outside, could still be heard as you waited patiently for the man who told you to go upstairs. You couldn’t deny the fact you were nervous as you didn’t know exactly what was about to happen. All you knew was that you and the party host had been flirting with each other from the moment you arrived.
You had met Rafe working as a cart girl at the Island Club. The attraction there from the moment your eyes locked. He was gorgeous but intimidating. Your friends telling you to stay away from the troubled boy. His sex was rough and was painful as he showed no mercy to any of his partners in the bedroom. His size also part of that. You had never talked to him much, only occasional flirty glances and a hello. But the day he came in with his hair buzzed, sporting a whole new look, had you wanting him more than ever.
Which is how you found yourself in the master bedroom of Tannyhill at the party he had invited you to. Small talk, and red solo cups full of alcohol, had him asking you if you wanted to go upstairs. With a little bit of liquid courage, you nodded, ignoring the fear in the back of your mind. You were still a virgin and Rafe Cameron was most likely about to take it.
The bedroom door opened, making you looked up to see Rafe walking in, the lock clicking behind him. You swallowed the lump that was in your throat, the funny feeling in your tummy coming back as you looked up at him. “Is uh.. everything okay?” You asked, watching him stand in front of you. His light eyes, raked over your body which was barely covered by the tiny pink bikini.
Nodding, he stepped closer. “Yeah.. yeah.. everything is good.” He scratched the back of his head as if he was hesitant. “Mind if I tell you something?” He asked, glancing at you as to wait for your reaction. “What is it?” You asked, your voice barely audible as you felt his presence close in on you.
Your eyes focused on his, the magical looking blue now turning a dark color. “I absolutely want to ruin you.” He said lowly, smirk on his face.
Your fears came alive the moment he stripped of his swim trunks, the monster everyone had warned you about was now right in front of your eyes. He had taken his time with his thick digits and amazing tongue before telling him that you were ready. You were certainly wet enough after cumming for him, the bikini you wore, across the room as you laid naked. The man before you now completely nude, standing between your legs.
He helped you bend your legs back, knees resting against your chest so that he could see the pretty view. He ran the tip along your soaking folds, watching your body tense up immediately in nerves. “Hey, relax. Yeah? Look at me.” He told you, your eyes falling on his. Pushing in, the burning stretch had you wincing in pain as you felt just how huge he was. He let out a groan, eyes rolling back as he pushed through your tight cunt.
“You.. are so big.” You whimpered, gripping the sheets, the pain slowly subsiding to turn into pure pleasure. You looked down to watch his length disappear inside of you, your mouth falling open in a silent moan. His thrusts sped up, toned abs flexing and mouth open as he began to pound into you. You were soaking his cock, your cream at the base of his dick when he pulled back.
“I’m stretching this virgin pussy open, aren’t I?” His breath shallow as he hit something that was making you feel funny. “Such a good girl. Prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
You gasped, your cunt clenching the more he spoke. The way this man was making you feel like you were on cloud nine just with his dick had you on the verge of exploding. “Ruining you for anybody else. Got that? Making you fucking mine.” He told you, his face nothing but serious as he made sure you looked directly at him. All you could do was nod lazily completely hypnotized by him and his dick, coming undone as you did something you had only ever seen in a porn video which was squirt like a geyser all over him.
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senp1i · 1 month
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(G)-Idle Yuqi x Male reader
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Words: 4175 req: @dav1233555
The deafening screams and cheers of the fans were still ringing in Yuqi's ears as she finally staggered off stage, her members similarly buzzing with adrenaline energy around her. 
But despite the adrenaline still pumping through her blood, the person on Yuqi's mind in this moment wasn't one of her G-IDLE members, or even her fans...it was him - her boyfriend who she hadn't seen in months thanks to their conflicting schedules and due to her world tour.
She had resigned herself to their usual lengthy separation after shows, only able to stay connected through short, delayed phone calls and video chats. It was the new normal when you both had demanding careers in different countries. But then yesterday he texted, out of the blue that he flew out and would be at this Seoul show to surprise her, and Yuqi hadn't stopped smiling since.
Weaving through the organised backstage chaos, she scanned the crowds of staff urgently, not even bothering to change yet. Where was he? Her stomach fluttered with a mixture of anxiety and nerves. What if she misunderstood and he wasn't actually...
And then she spotted him - leaning casually against a concrete wall looking unfairly hot in dark jeans and a black tshirt that hugged his tall, bulky frame. He was watching her approach with that smile she had missed for months, the one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners like a crescent moon  and her heart skips several beats.
"Oh my god!, you're actually here!" Yuqi squealed, launching herself at him recklessly. Strong arms caught her, spinning her in a circle as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She was dimly aware of people probably staring, but she didn't care one bit.  Laughing, he set her down gently. "Of course I'm here baby! You didn't think I would miss your show in Seoul did you?" His large hands lingered on her hips, thumbs just barely grazing the strip of bare skin between her “tank top” and leather pants.
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"Ahem!" 
The unexpected loud throat clearing jolted them back to semi-coherent reality. Breaking apart awkwardly, Yuqi felt her cheeks flame as she met the dancing backup singer's amused smirk. Whoops. 
"Maybe we should continue this somewhere more private?" Y/N suggested, equally red if not more but his eyes still heated. Yuqi quickly agreed, grabbing his hand to lead him away before they scared any other staff members.
They bid goodbye to her members, who sent them off with eyebrow waggles and whistles. Soyeon made some cheeky comment about using protection that Yuqi pointedly ignored. There were more important things on the brain right now, like fucking her boyfriend into the next life….
The sexually charged tension from earlier snapped back instantly once alone in the car. Yuqi just couldn't keep her hands to herself - after being deprived of his touch for so long, she desperately needed to feel him. Starting innocently on his thigh, her hand wandered higher each red light, loving his sharp inhales when she "accidentally" touched the front of his jeans.
"Fuck..." he choked out, grabbing her wrist before she made contact. "Behave, unless you want me to wreck this rental..." 
Yuqi just bit her swollen bottom lip, eyes dancing, this was going to be fun...
By some miracle they arrived at her apartment intact. They barely shut the front door before crashing together again like magnets. Clothes disappeared rapidly between sloppy kisses. His shirt hit the floor, followed by her half-zipped leather pants stumbling down the hall. Falling sideways onto the unmade bed finally skin to skin, all remaining rational thoughts out the window. 
Propping himself up on one elbow, he allowed himself a long appreciative look at the gorgeous naked woman before him. From her flushed face and kiss-bitten lips, over smooth collar bones to perky round tits peaked in lust, down the feminine curve of her waist to those sexy black lace panties...
His heated gaze snapped back up to meet her own wandering one, catching her shamelessly ogling the bulge in his tented boxers. He smirked.
"Enjoying the view, baby?" 
"Mmhmm..." Yuqi purred, shifting closer until her lips just barely grazed the shell of his ear. 
"Though I think you're still a bit overdressed down there..." 
Not needing any further encouragement, she wrapped one delicate hand around his considerable length through the thin fabric - hard as steel and already leaking in anticipation. Groaning, his head dropped back against the sheets at that first tantalising contact.
"Fuck, I missed you," he grit out. Surging up to capture her grinning lips again, he kissed her deeply, tongues sliding. His hands slid down to grip her lace-covered ass, hauling her tighter against him until she could feel every hard ridge of cock. 
Breaking their heated lip-lock with a gasp as one thick finger slipped unexpectedly under those panties to drag through her slick folds, Yuqi's eyes fluttered closed. 
"Oh yes, just like that..."
Easily sliding first one, then a second digit into her welcoming heat, he watched in a haze as she began to slowly fuck herself on his hand. Shoving those same fingers upwards, he simultaneously rubbed her swollen clit, smirking when her inner walls instantly clenched tighter at the dual sensations. 
"Fuck baby you're dripping...Can't wait to feel this tight little pussy squeezing my cock again." The gravelly words against her ear made a more slick gush, drenching his pumping fingers. 
"Mmm what's...ah!...stopping you?" She managed to gasp out between moans. The delicious tension coiled tighter and tighter in her core, right on the brink...
And then suddenly, maddeningly he withdrew his fingers. Snapping her eyes open, she whined in frustrated protest - but then caught the positively horny glint in his hooded gaze. Maintaining eye contact, he slowly, deliberately brought those slick fingers to his mouth. A deep groan rumbled in his broad chest as he licked them clean of her juices.
"Mm delicious as always, baby. But it would be a damn shame if this ended too quickly..." 
With unfair ease he flipped them so she was on her back, caged between strong arms. Reflexively Yuqi spread her legs in blatant invitation, aching and empty. But instead of lining himself up, he shifted downwards. Large hands pushed her thighs further apart, baring her glistening pussy. 
"I think you deserve a reward first for that killer show tonight..." 
Yuqi barely processed his husky promise before she felt the soft heat of his tongue drag firmly from her leaking entrance up to circle her aching clit. 
"Oh fuck!" Her fingers instantly tangled almost painfully in his hair, hips bucking. Humming approvingly at her reaction, he gripped her waist with steely strength to hold her still. 
"Been way too fucking long since I got to properly taste this pretty pussy..."
Then he dove back in with shameless enthusiasm, alternating broad licks with tight circles concentrated right around her swollen clit. Yuqi saw literal stars behind her clenched eyelids. When he sealed his lips around that straining bundle of nerves to suck firmly, she nearly convulsed right off the bed. 
"Yes yes yes just like that oppa!" she heard herself babbling mindlessly. The filthy endearment she knew drove him wild always slipped out unfiltered in moments like this. As expected, his answering groan reverberated straight to her clenching core. So close...
But once again, just before she toppled over the cliff's edge into oblivion, he stopped. Sitting back on his heels with a smug grin that she wanted to slap off his handsome face. 
"Fucking TEASE!" she accused in a breathless whine, chest heaving as she kicked his chest gently. His chuckle came out strained, cock visibly throbbing almost angrily behind those damned boxers.
"Now now, watch that naughty mouth babygirl..." He mock scolded. When she just scowled, he arched an eyebrow. 
"What do good girls say?"
Huffing at the game but deciding to play along, Yuqi relaxed back against the sheets, letting her thighs fall open in unmistakable invitation. Biting her lower lip coyly, she met his darkening gaze through her lashes. 
"Please make me cum with your cock oppa..." she whispered. 
His lips crashed back to hers roughly. "That's my good girl," he rasped when they finally broke for air. Gripping her hips hard enough to leave fingertip bruises, he guided his painfully swollen length through her slick folds before sinking into her sloppy heat. Their twin groans echoed loudly in the room.
"Fuckkk you feel even better than I remember baby," he praised through gritted teeth, buried to the hilt inside her silken pussy. Restraint evident in every quivering muscle, he gave her a moment to adjust while she revelled at having this part of him back where he belonged. 
Propping himself up on forearms braced on either side of her head, he began a slow retreat. Their heated gazes locked, both holding breath...Only to gasp it back out sharply as he snapped his hips forward, filling her completely again. Yuqi saw literal stars at the perfect angle dragging along her g-spot.
"Oh yes, just like that oppa!" 
Needing no further encouragement he quickly built an aggressive rhythm - almost  brutal snap of his hips punctuated by the lewd sound of skin slapping on skin. Interspersed with their mingling moans and curses were wet noises from her sopping pussy greedily swallowing every vein-lined inch again and again. 
Fingers tangling almost too-tightly in her fanned black hair, he claimed her bitten lips in a messy clash of tongues and teeth. Breaking away with a gravelly groan, his head dropped to mouth wetly at the slender column of her arched throat. 
"Fuck you take me so well Yuyu... Gonna make you cum so hard on my cock." 
She could only mewl affirmatively, nails raking red trails down his flexing back at each punishing plunge. Tilting her hips up sharply, she eagerly met his every thrust, inner tension coiling impossibly tight. So fucking close...
Sensing her impending release, he shifted angles - somehow hitting even deeper. One large hand left her hair to slip between their sweat-slick bodies, fingers instantly finding her neglected clit to rub hard, fast circles in time with his pounding hips.
"Be a good girl and cum for oppa..." he commanded, pinching the swollen nub ruthlessly. That bit of pain/pleasure pushed her shrieking over the edge - cunt spasming violently around his relentless cock still hammering into her throughout the endless pulses of ecstasy. 
Vision whiting out, Yuqi was only vaguely aware of his gravelly praises murmured against her temple as she slowly floated back down. 
"So fucking gorgeous when you cum baby..." 
She mewled when he carefully withdrew his still rock-hard length, her sensitive walls fluttering around sudden emptiness. But he kept her thighs cradled open, massaging the trembling muscles soothingly. 
"Think you can give me another sweet girl?" His cock prodded just barely back inside her sopping entrance, teasing them both. Still breathing hard, Yuqi managed to nod eagerly. 
"Want you...to cum inside me next," she affirmed huskily. That lusty glint returning tenfold, he surged back into her welcoming heat with a loud groan. 
"Fuck yes... Take this cock just like that."
Her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, nails biting in with each pleasurable drag along her sensitised walls. When he made to pull out again, she locked her ankles behind his thrusting ass - keeping him buried balls deep. 
Breaking their messy kiss with an approving chuckle, he carefully flipped them without severing their intimate connection. Now straddling his hips, Yuqi braced both hands on his chiselled chest as she began working her still-trembling thighs to ride him. Slowly at first, loving the delicious stretch of her stuffed pussy around his girth. 
But soon she built up eager speed, tits jiggling wildly with each rise and fall. His large hands anchored bruisingly on her waist, guiding each slick slide along his entire length. The lewd sound of their coupling filled the room.
"Fuck yes, just like that Yu. Ride my cock..." One hand left her hip to roughly palm a bouncing tit, pinching her tightened peak. Whimpering as sparks shot straight down, she ground her hips tighter. So deep... Chasing that peak again she slipped one hand between them, finding her swollen clit and rubbing urgent circles around the sensitive nub. 
Imminent orgasm rolled hot at her core for the second time. Leaning down without losing rhythm, her lips found his ear. 
"M'close again oppa," she panted, clenching teasingly along his thickness. "I want you to fill me up with your cum..." 
His answering groan sounded pained, cock jerking inside her. His bruising grip yanked her down hard once, twice more before she felt the hot pulses of his release coat her fluttering inner walls. That sensation tipped her over too - cunt spasming erratically around him, drawing out every drop as she moaned her climax. 
Chests heaving, Yuqi collapsed against him, their mixed juices already seeping onto his thighs. His softening cock slipped free and she hummed at the loss. Propping up slightly to meet his dazed eyes, she deliberately dragged two fingers through the slippery combination of their orgasms before bringing them to her puffy lips. Maintaining eye contact, she licked them clean with a tiny moan.
"Mmm delicious oppa." Ignoring his halfhearted swat for her teasing, she giggled against his neck placatingly. 
After a few moments catching their breath, he gently manoeuvred her Jello-like limbs off him towards the bathroom. Under the warm spray he carefully cleaned every inch of her thoroughly used body himself. The loving tenderness made Yuqi's chest squeeze almost painfully. She wished they could stay in this little bubble together indefinitely, ignoring the outside world...
But eventually prune-like fingers made them move from the cooling water. Towelling off, Yuqi noticed the mess of clothes still thrown haphazardly from front door to bed. Slipping into his discarded tshirt like a micro dress, she padded towards the kitchen to whip up some food. 
They cooked a simple pasta dish together, conversation flowing easily about everything and nothing. His arms wrapped around her from behind while tomatoes simmered or noodles boiled, chin hooking casually over her shoulder. Unable to resist, Yuqi tilted her head giving him access to nip and suck marks along the curve of her neck. Things nearly got derailed onto the kitchen floor at one point. 
Later stuffed full of oily pasta, they collapsed sideways on her couch not even bothering to get dressed yet. Half paying attention to some drama rerun, Yuqi drew nonsensical patterns across his bare chest with a fingernail. The occasional rumble of his laughter vibrated against her cheek where it lay tucked under his arm. Everything just felt so right. 
As the moonlight fading towards early sunrise outside though, reality began creeping back in. Stomach sinking, Yuqi realised she had no idea how long they actually had left together before...
"When does your flight leave?" She tried to keep her tone light despite the sudden ache blooming behind her ribs. His sigh ruffled her hair. 
"9am." Glancing at her phone screen, she calculated barely 5 hours now remained in their little haven. Sensing her mood shift, he hugged her tighter against his side. 
"It's not goodbye forever though, okay Yuyu? I'll visit again as soon as I can get more time off work, I promise. We'll figure this out." 
Still she had to bite her lip hard to keep sudden tears at bay. Sucking in a deep breath, she sat up abruptly before the dark thoughts could take hold. Grabbing his hand off her waist, she fixed a cheeky grin on her face.
"Well no point moping about it now huh? We've still got a few hours left to enjoy!" Not giving him a chance to react, she dragged him stumbling back towards the rumpled bed, already shrugging his oversized tee off one shoulder...
Over the next hours they proceeded to make more thorough use of every surface of her apartment, switching positions and places continuously. By silent mutual agreement, they didn't speak about his leave again, choosing to stay locked in each other's eyes or connected by roaming mouths and hands instead. Committing every muffled moan and pleasured gasp to memory for the next lonely stretch that loomed ahead.
All too soon however, the dreaded alarm on her phone shrilly announced it was time. A heavy silence surrounded the bedroom where they lay tangled up, hearts still racing from their last frantic fuckery not even 10 minutes prior. 
As if putting it off could somehow stop the inevitable, they lingered longer under the sheets sharing soft, slow kisses. But his return flight wouldn't wait, responsibilities in another country calling insistently. So finally with a deep sigh he untangled their limbs and rose to gather scattered clothes. Yuqi couldn't bring herself to move yet, just watching silently with the sheet held over her bare boobs. 
Once dressed, her Y/N, sat back on the edge of the mattress, fingers combing gently through her tangled hair. 
"Come on baby, don't look at me like that," he cajoled softly. "This isn't forever, just a few more months."
Yuqi bit her lip, trying and failing to force a smile. His warm palm cupped her cheek, thumb swiping away a stray tear before it could fall. 
"Promise you'll video chat me the minute you land?" she asked in a small voice. He smiled gently. 
"Of course. And I'll be back to visit again before you know it." Ducking his head, he kissed her tenderly. "Wild horses couldn't keep me away for too long."
A moment passes as they stare at each others eyes, lost, "I love you, you know..." The whispered words blurt out before she could second guess them. It was the first time either had actually voiced the emotion out loud. His answering smile practically lit up the room.
"I love you too," he said simply, like it was the most obvious thing. Happiness bubbled up Yuqi's chest and she dragged him down into a slick kiss. 
Too soon though, her phone alarm blared again, signalling it was time to depart for the airport. With a reluctant sigh he gently extracted her clinging limbs from around his shoulders. 
"C'mon baby, don't make this harder," he chided without any real heat. Shouldering his backpack, he kept an arm wrapped securely around her waist as they made their way out to the idling taxi. The ride passed in near silence, her hand clinging almost desperately to his larger one the whole way.
At the busy terminal, he checked his bag through to the gate before turning to properly say goodbye. Yuqi fiddled anxiously with the hem of his shirt hanging around her thighs - the nearest thing to a security blanket for when he was gone. Sensing her distress, he tucked a knuckle under her chin, tipping her face up.
"Hey, no more tears okay? This is just see you later." lowering his head he kissed her sweetly. When they separated, Yuqi took a deep breath and fixed a teasing pout on her face. 
"Fine. But you better keep your promise to video chat me the minute you land, mister." She accentuated the warning with a playful poke to his chest. He barked out a laugh.
"Yes ma'am. Though with the time difference it might be pretty late."
"Don't care," Yuqi insisted stubbornly. "I'll keep my phone volume all the way up. I expect your handsome face on my screen bright and early." 
Overhead the boarding call for his flight crackled through the intercom. Glancing regretfully towards his gate, her boyfriend swept her into one last rib-creaking hug. 
"Last chance to cram me into your suitcase," Yuqi mumbled into his shoulder lamely. His body shook against hers with another sad chuckle. 
"Tempting. But I'd have a hell of a time explaining that to airport security not to mention your members and company." Pulling back, he kissed her forehead lingeringly. "Get home safe baby. I'll call you as soon as I land, I promise."
Nodding, not trusting her voice anymore, Yuqi stepped back out of his embrace. Their joined hands clung together a heartbeat longer before finally slipping free. With one last devastating smile over his shoulder, her boyfriend handed the gate attendant his ticket and disappeared down the boarding tunnel. 
Shoulders slumping, Yuqi slowly meandered her way back out of the airport in a daze, thankfully no one recognized her this early in the morning. She kept glancing instinctively for his tall figure every few yards before the painful reality sank in all over again that he was really gone. The taxi ride back home felt endless, bottom lip raw and bitten between her teeth against the threat of more tears escaping. 
By the time she let herself back into her empty, too-quiet apartment, eyes burning with exhaustion, the glowing screen of her phone read nearly 1 pm stilll no message yet, but she hadn't really expected one. With the lengthy flight plus time difference, it would probably be hours still until he landed and made it through customs. 
Curling up in the centre of her big, cold bed, Yuqi clutched one of his leftover shirts that still smelled faintly of his cologne. She forced her eyes closed, willing sleep to come and temporarily dull the hollow ache in her chest. 
Sometime later she gradually registered the buzz of vibration and a familiar ringtone. Bolting upright, heart suddenly racing, she fumbled to accept the call - not even bothering to check the time. His gorgeous, rumpled face filled the video screen, baseball cap pulled low and flashing that killer sleepy smile. 
"Hey you," he greeted warmly. "Told you I'd call."
"I didn't actually think you'd manage it tonight, isn't it like 3am there or something?" Yuqi asked, unable to keep from mirroring his smile. He shrugged, stifling a yawn. 
"Yeah about that. But I missed you already so I didn't wanna wait 'til morning." 
Her heart swelled two sizes, previous gloom vanishing. They stayed on video chat for nearly an hour just catching each other up and chatting aimlessly. More than once she caught him yawning widely or eyes drifting closed before snapping back alert. 
"Okay babe I better let you get some sleep," Yuqi finally relented, taking pity on his obvious jet lag. He started to protest but she cut him off. "We can talk more later after you get a nap. I'm not going anywhere." 
Nodding reluctantly he blew her a silly kiss through the screen. "Sweet dreams beautiful. Talk to you in a few hours."
Ending the call, Yuqi fell back against her pillows feeling lighter than she had any right to. Nothing had really changed - they were still continents apart just like before. But hearing his voice again and seeing him settle safely back into his own bed made the looming separation more bearable somehow. Snuggling back under the sheet that still smelled faintly of his cologne, she drifted easily off to sleep herself.
Over the next weeks they fell into a familiar routine - daily phone calls or video chats when their schedules aligned, occasional cute selfies or candid snaps throughout work days. The time difference made things tricky but they made it work. 
During one such call about a month later, Yuqi was in the middle of recounting some silly prank Minnie had pulled on Soojin when she noticed him start to shift restlessly. 
"Babe are you even still listening?" she accused, one eyebrow raised. 
"Hmm? Oh yeah, sorry you just...distracted me for a sec," he mumbled, cheeks faintly flushed.
"Oh really? What could possibly be more interesting than my story?" Yuqi challenged.
Clearing his throat, he gave her an uncharacteristically shy smile. "That shirt you're wearing is just really familiar…”
Glancing down, she realised with a start she had subconsciously thrown on his oversized tee that she'd stolen, the hem hitting mid-thigh as she sat cross-legged on the bed. Suddenly she matched his blush.
"Oh! I guess I just grabbed it without thinking when I got dressed earlier..." She trailed off, teeth catching her lower lip. An inviting heat entered her boyfriend's gaze, making her stomach swoop deliciously. 
"Mm I like it," he says nodding . "Maybe flip the camera down and give me a little spin? Remind me what I'm missing..." His voice dropped lower and Yuqi suppressed a shiver...
a/n; not really a fan of gidle, also havent seen any content other than their music so this might be a little... off, sorry about that lol, tho hope u enjoy
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Gonna ask me to dance, Cowboy?
Jasper Hale X Reader
Summary: Reader was in an accident that damaged her spinal cord and left her temporarily wheelchair bound. It's during this time that the Cullens move to Forks, and she meets and falls in love with Jasper. A little bit of your story, wrapped up with a big surprise at the end. Requested by @twilightlover2007
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Note: Obviously went with Jasper and boy did this take on a life of its own! I hope you like it!!! It's a little cheesy, but that's what I like.
Disclaimer: I have limited knowledge of temporary paralysis and life with a wheelchair. If I'm wrong about anything, please let me know!
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The accident happened before the Cullens moved to Forks. You don’t remember much of it, which the doctor says can be common given the head trauma you experienced. All you know is that you were driving home from a game and a drunk driver decided not to stop at the red light.
The accident left you with some severe damage to your spinal cord. Not irreversible, but enough to strand you in a wheelchair. It took almost two months alone for the fractures in your leg to heal, and then another to find a good physical therapist in Seattle who could work with you.
In the midst of this, the Cullens showed up. And you fell for Jasper like a newborn fawn trying to walk for the first time. A fitting comparison considering your legs worked just as well. 
Your friends thought you were crazy. Afterall, he was the least…approachable of the group. Always frowning. Not at all talkative. Everyone thought he was a bit of a grouch. But you knew better.
You met the real Jasper the first Friday after they arrived. It was another game day, meaning your little high school was going all out cheering for the team throughout the day (even though everyone knew you didn’t stand a fighting chance). 
You were making your way to the pep rally at the end of the day when someone jostled you from behind, sending your wheelchair right over the sidewalk’s ledge and into the grass. You cursed the school’s outdoor hallways so hard that day. It was raining, as it always was, and the moment your wheels hit the ground, you could feel them sink into the mud.
You were effectively trapped.
Or at least, you thought you were. Until a certain blond appeared out of nowhere.
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“Are you alright, miss?”
You huff out a laugh, trying to keep a smile despite it all, “Yah, yes, I’m okay. Just a little stu-”
When you look up, the words get stuck in your throat. Jasper Hale. Jasper Hale is standing right in front of you, in the rain, hair already sticking to his face, and despite the concern dripping from his features, you can’t help but notice how absolutely gorgeous he is. How did you not notice before?
Before you can stop yourself, the thoughts spill out of your mouth, “Wow, you’re really pretty.”
Shock flickers across the blond’s face, though it’s quickly replaced by a soft smirk that makes his eyes crinkle just a little, somehow making him look more attractive. You blink. And blink. And blink. Until what you said finally sinks in.
Your face goes impossibly red. 
“I am so sorry,” you squeak, eyes wide. His smile only widens when you continue to sputter, “I’m fine! Really. And um, I, you can, you don’t have to worry! I’ll just-”
You try to push yourself forward, anything to escape this moment, but your wheels just spin futilely in the mud. You’re not going anywhere, not without help, and Jasper seems to know that, his gold eyes glinting with amusement. You purse your lips, face only going darker.
“Would you like help, darlin’?” Jasper asks, voice low and honey-like, and wow - it seems so unfair for someone to look so handsome and sound like that too.
You cast him an embarrassed smile, “Yes please. If you really don’t mind, that is.”
The blond chuckles, the sound making your heart flutter. He makes it look effortless, the way he maneuvers you out of the grass and back onto the hallway sidewalk. You hum happily when you’re back on solid ground, wheeling back and forth a bit to dislodge the mud from your rims.
“That’s better,” you sigh, spinning back to face him, “Thank you so much.”
Jasper nods, “It was my pleasure, miss.”
You roll your eyes playfully, “Please, call me (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n). Miss makes me feel so old, and I’m like, a hundred percent sure you’re older than me.”
Something flickers behind his eyes, but it disappears as quickly as it came. 
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss (Y/n).” You narrow your eyes, but he only grins a little teasingly, which you refuse to admit makes your pulse race even more. “The name’s Jasper Hale.”
“Nice to meet you too, Jasper.” Officially at least.
“I suppose you were headin’ to the rally?”
Your nose scrunches,“Yep. Before the impromptu shower, at least.”
“Would y’mind if I accompany you?” 
Blinking, you glance up at him in surprise. Jasper just looks down at you, face still set in a charming, calm smile, so different from the scowl you’d grown accustomed to in passing. He’s being genuine. Actually genuine. It makes your face go warm all over again.
“I think I’d like that.”
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You don’t know what possessed Jasper Hale to help you that day, but he did.
From then on, you and Jasper became friends. He was still a bit odd, but his whole family was. And you liked them. Even Rosalie, whose bluntness was refreshing compared to most of the girls at your school. You befriended all of them, but you and Jasper were particularly close.
Falling for him was easy. Between the soft smile he seemed to reserve only for you and the way he always supported you, how could you not? You realized it after a particular hard day of physical therapy, when your legs were aching and it felt like you were making absolutely no progress. It was a day that Jasper offered to pick you up because your dad had to work late.
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Jasper can tell you’re upset before he even reaches you.
You sit at the entrance to the rehab center, head ducked, fingers fidgeting in your lap. You see Jasper’s shoes first before he’s kneeling in front of you, honey eyes dark with concern as they flicker over your features. You look back at him, eyes blurry with unshed tears.
The blond’s gaze softens, “Oh, darlin’.”
And you break.
All the pent up frustration and guilt you’ve been holding onto comes pouring out. You manage to stay quiet, barely, but your whole body trembles with your tears as you collapse forward into Jasper’s arms. He holds you close, not saying a word, just humming softly into your hair.
The longer you stay like that, the calmer you feel. It’s like magic, the storm of your emotions calming to a dull roar, until you can take in a few deep breaths
It’s only when your hiccuping goes quiet that he draws you back, eyes scanning you again. You glance down, feeling too raw, too vulnerable like this, with his thoughtful gaze burning over you. But you also feel undeniably safe somehow.
“You’re doin’ so well, darlin,” he eventually murmurs, voice low, soothing your frayed edges. “I know you’ve been hurtin’ and you’re feelin’ like giving up, but we’re all so proud of you. Someday you’ll be back on your feet and I’ll be here ‘til that day comes. And long after it.”
It’s the most you think you’ve ever heard him say at once. His words ring with something so genuine, you can’t help but melt.
“Thanks, Jasper.”
“Always, darlin.”
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It felt like more than a promise about that day. More than just a friend being there for another friend. And it was the moment you realized you really liked Jasper Hale. 
It was only a matter of time before you learned about his world.
None of them told you, of course. They couldn’t. But the truth was hard to deny when a lone vampire came through Forks and almost killed you. 
You knew it was a bad idea to go out by yourself. Even though your legs were getting stronger from your perseverance in physical therapy, you still couldn’t walk by yourself. Which made you quite the easy target.
Luckily, Jasper was just in time to save you.
After the shock, though, came all your questions. Why did that man try to bite you? How did Jasper throw him all the way down the alley? How did he know where to find you and that you were in trouble?
A silently distraught Jasper ended up taking you back to the Cullen house. The air was tense, except for Alice, who was more than excited. She foresaw it all, of course.
Carlisle explained it all to you as Jasper paced off to the side. A scowl lingered on his lips, his eyes set on something distant. The moment you felt a flicker of panic though, he was there, kneeling at your side, smoothing a hand over your shoulder. You covered his with your own, holding on so tightly that if he were human, he'd probably be hissing in pain. You had a good grip strength from wheeling around for a few months.
It took time to settle into this new reality. Jasper gave you space to process, scared to push you too hard, but you wouldn’t have it. Vampire or not, you couldn’t stand the distance. You hadn’t realized just how ingrained he was in your life until then. Whenever something happened, no matter how small it was, you wanted to rush to him and tell him everything. You hated life without him.
So you ended up asking him out.
Dating came as naturally as breathing. Nothing changed. He still drove you to physical therapy and walked you to all of your classes. Only now, he would press a kiss to your forehead when you parted ways and take you on dates after every p.t. appointment. 
You had never been happier.
That’s when you came up with an idea for the upcoming school formal.
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“You ready, darlin?” Jasper pauses at your side of the car, wheelchair pulled out and set up behind him.
You grin, squashing the nerves buzzing in your chest before he can sense them, “Yes! Now help me out of here, mister.”
The blond chuckles. He helps you down from the car, touch overwhelmingly tender, as if he’s scared of breaking you. Which, you suppose, he could. You settle into your wheelchair with practiced ease, your dress only causing a little trouble.
The night starts off perfectly. You take your pictures and meet up with his siblings inside the venue. Everything is beautiful. As usual, Forks high went all out with the theme. It’s something cheesy, like ‘a night under the stars’, everything draped in a deep navy blue, the ceiling decorated with shimmering stars.
When the dancing starts, you give Alice the cue. She sends you a little wink before dashing off to the dj booth. You catch Edward grinning out of the corner of your eye. It was impossible to keep him out of it, what with the whole mind reading thing, so you just shoot the man a playful glare. He stifles a chuckle, making an excuse to go get some punch, despite the fact he can’t drink it.
Sighing softly, you steel your nerves, spinning back to your boyfriend.
“Hey,” you call, catching the cuff of his suit.
Jasper’s eyes turn to you, and oh, wow, you’ll never get used to that. The way he looks at you, it’s like you’re one of the stars decorating the night. His eyes glow with an overwhelming warmth and something so so fond. All of a sudden it feels like you’re the only two in the room, everything else fading away.
“Yes, darlin?”He hums, slipping your hand into his to brush his thumb over your knuckles.
The touch sends sparks cascading over your skin, settling in your chest among the wild butterflies. You bite your lip to try and hold back a massive smile.
“You gonna ask me to dance, cowboy?” You tease.
A smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth.
Jasper makes a show of pretending to tip a hat, voice bright with amusement, “My apologies ma’am. I shouldn’t have kept you waitin’.”
“Mmm, I’ll forgive you,” you hum, biting back a laugh, “just this once, Mister Hale.”
“That’s very kind of you, darlin. Now, would you give me the pleasure of escortin’ you to the dance floor?”
“Why, of course.”
Jasper figures he’ll hold you up as you dance, or maybe spin you while you sit. Anything you want.
Except you do neither of those things. Instead, you gather every ounce of your strength, and shakily push yourself to your feet. Your wheelchair disappears (thank you Alice) and you stand there, all on your own.
After a few seconds, you’re certain that your legs won’t give out, and glance up at the blond expectantly.
Jasper stares back at you, eyes wide, brows arched. It almost looks like he’s forgotten to breathe, his whole body rigid. Shocked. Your grin finally breaks loose, so wide it makes your cheeks ache. Squeezing his hand, you take a tentative step closer. A little wobbly, but you stay standing. It’s only one step, but -
You’re walking.
In an instant, Jasper’s hands are cupping your face, and it’s only then you realize you’re crying. Tears race down around your smile and he’s quick to wipe them away, drawing you close so he can rest your foreheads together.
“My Lord, darlin-” He lets out a breathless laugh. “-you’re goin’ t’make this old man’s heart start again.”
You giggle, curling your arms around his neck, “I wanted to surprise you.”
“Been a long time since I’ve been surprised.”
“But I did?”
“Yes, you certainly did.”
Jasper leans down, pressing his lips to yours. It’s soft, featherlight, and you feel like you’re floating. It’s perfect. Everything about it is perfect and so much better than you expected.
The vampire pulls back, just enough to whisper against your lips, “You’re amazin’ darlin. Absolutely amazin’.”
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” you hum back, “Now, dance with me, cowboy.”
Your song comes on. The one you first danced with Jasper to in your kitchen, when he set you on his feet and held you close to support your weight. A knowing grin falls across his lips, his eyes creasing as he looks down at you.
“It would be my pleasure.”
Unlike that first time, you don’t have to stand on his feet. You don’t even have to clutch onto him to stay upright. Instead, you rest your hands on his shoulders, and Jasper traces his along your waist. The two of you move together slowly, perfectly.
By the end of it, you’re leaning against him, head tucked under his chin, just soaking in the feeling of his arms around you, his lips pressed to the crown of your head. Your legs are shaking, but you don’t care.
This is everything you could ever ask for.
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I had fun writing this!! It came really clearly for me, though it ended up being a lot longer than I thought because I wanted to add so much exposition.
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erraticpigeon · 4 months
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Hi lovely! Could you write the trope enemies to lovers with James Potter, please?
Thank you so much 💚
no problem honey!! this man is so adfshkjfd- f!reader x james potter
enemy!james being a sore loser
”Professor, are you quite serious?”
”Yeah, I can’t duel with her! It’s almost too easy!”
You rolled your eyes at him.
”Oh please, you are so full of yourself it’s disgusting!”
”Disgustingly better than you.”
”You little sh-
”Miss L/N! Mr Potter! Calm yourselves!”
”But Professor-”
”No. I have made up my mind, and the two of you will be duelling together! End of discussion.”
You sighed in exasperation as your professor walked away, and James grumbled to himself quietly. You took a deep breath and turned to face him. Only one word left your lips.
“So..”
He raised an eyebrow teasingly and took a step closer, looking down at you.
“So.”
You squeezed your hand into a fist around your wand and rolled your eyes.
“Wanker.”
“Tosser.”
“Prat.”
He scoffed.
“You’re practically allergic to being decent, aren’t you?”
“No, just allergic to idiots. Huge difference.”
You flashed him a sarcastic smile as you both stepped onto the duelling table. Your professor’s voice rang throughout the classroom.
“Ready? Alright! Three, two, one..”
James grinned confidently as he shouted.
“Expelliarmus-“
“Flipendo!”
A light flashed from your wand and knocked him off his feet. He flew back a couple meters, as if hit by a cannon ball, before falling down with a thud.
“Excellent! Miss L/N wins!”
The professor applauded politely along with some hesitant classmates, before dismissing the class.
You grabbed your books and quills before leaving the classroom. It didn’t take long before you heard hurried footsteps as James caught up with you.
“You just had to show off, didn’t you?”
“Potter..”
“I’m Miss L/N, and I’m soo smart!”
“Leave me alone, Potter.”
“You can’t help it, can you? Always have to be the best!”
You slammed your books down on a nearby bench and shoved him against the wall of the corridor, wand in hand. You felt hot with anger as you pushed him up against the stone bricks.
“I don’t have to be, I just am. I’ll duel you right now to prove it! How about it, James…?”
He didn’t say anything for a minute, just stared at you blankly before eyeing you up and down. His eyes seemed to lock on your lips for a split second.
“No need for that..”
An arrogant smirk creeped up on his face and you could almost read his mind. Your face heated up as you dropped his collar that you didn’t know you had been clutching.
“Just.. just bugger off!”
He eyed you up again before chuckling and walking away. You tried to calm your heavy breathing as you picked up your books and started walking again.
You couldn’t help but picture what he looked like, pinned against the wall. Stupid messy curls, and stupid arrogant smirk, and stupid red face, and stupid gorgeous eyes…
This was going to be a long day.
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harmshake · 1 month
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For Your Eyes Only
Rhea interrupts her girlfriend's livestream to record a different kind of show...
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Rhea Ripley x Mali (fem!black!oc) | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut | 2,276 words
Happy reading! Read my other Rhea stories here, if you'd like. ✨
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"Welcome queens, kings, and everyone fabulous in between to Mali's Lit Adult Slumber Party. I'm Mali, your host, your homegirl, and your favorite wine enthusiast as it's not an adult slumber party without gettin' a little lit."
Mali sat on the furry, burgundy rug with her iPhone mounted in the center of her ring light on the coffee table, her pink-crystal wine glass filled to the brim with the evening's fan-voted choice of white zinfandel that she tipped to the camera to toast with her audience before she took a small sip. Her brown eyes scanned the comments that whizzed by on her Instagram livestream feed and she did her best to shout out her returning followers who commented with wine glass emojis as they greeted her.
"Yesss, y'all know the vibes! We're gonna get into the usual tonight. A little sippin', a little gossipin', and a lot of fun," Mali said with a charming smile on her glossy, red, thick lips. 
It was nearly midnight yet her makeup was on, her honey brown, curly coils were gathered up into a top knot, and she wore a silky, pink pajama two-piece that showed off the chocolate brown skin of her shoulders. That was the vibe of her adult slumber party: Cute, a bit sexy, and lively. It matched her vibe in the daytime as well as she was a model who often kept those three adjectives at the front of her mind as she posed for magazine and Instagram ad campaigns wearing the latest designs from either established or upcoming lux clothing brands. Mali was grateful that she'd found a career that allowed her to express herself—and even more grateful to share it with her adoring fans who supported her work at every turn.
Her Lit Adult Slumber Party was a newish creation, only three months old, but it was a hit with almost five thousand people viewing her livestream as she asked how everyone's day was before she got into her routine. 
Yet Mali would be remiss to pretend the near-overnight popularity of her Friday night show wasn't also partly due to her girlfriend. It would be impossible to pretend otherwise as her lovely viewers flooded her feed with questions about her every two seconds.
Is Rhea home tonight?
Will Rhea say hi to us tonight or is she busy??
Where's Rhea???
Mali simply smiled as it came with the territory of dating a world wrestling champion...and one of the hottest women she couldn't escape seeing thirst fancams of on her TikTok. She and Rhea had met at a red carpet event last summer and Mali couldn't take her eyes off seeing the tall, brawny, and stunningly gorgeous woman in person after only watching the compilations of her slamming girls to the mat and looking hot while doing so.
The feeling was mutual as Rhea's eyes kept finding hers throughout the night before she finally approached Mali, told her she found her just as stunning, and that she would love to have her number. And after a couple of weeks of texting, sexting, and FaceTime calls when Mali told her she would love to see if she was as strong and dominant in the bedroom as she was in the ring, their relationship blossomed into a love affair that had everyone talking.
Including her audience as they bombarded her with the same questions about Rhea's whereabouts to the point where Mali responded, "Yeah, she's home. She's still in the shower, I think. She has an early flight, though, so don't expect to see her. Now that I think about it, she might already be in bed."
Just then, Mali heard footsteps pad across the tile of the hallway that led to their living room where she was streaming. She saw the comments zip with people typing in all caps and heart-eye emojis before she looked over her shoulder to see her girlfriend walking toward her. She wore nothing but an oversized, black band tee that hardly covered her slender, yet muscular, tatted thighs, her hand pushing back her longish, damp, and dark hair off her bare and beautiful face as a small smirk touched her pink, plump lips.
"You still up?!" Mali asked in gentle surprise as Rhea knelt behind her to rest her chin on her shoulder. She stared into the camera with that adorable smirk as she waved hello to Mali's viewers.
"Still up. Not tired just yet." Rhea chimed in her husky, slightly raspy accent. Mali found it attractive each time her girlfriend opened her mouth, and it made a tiny thrill shimmy down her spine when she added with a swift, soft kiss to her neck, "But I think you're ready for bed, right, baby?"
"Wha—" Mali tried to ask but Rhea grabbed her chin to steer her lips to hers for another kiss...except this one was slow and sent that thrill through her body with heat that simmered between her thighs. Rhea then had the nerve to carefully flick her tongue along hers in a way that she knew her viewers could see and would make Mali struggle not to moan on camera.
She was so shocked yet aroused by Rhea's behavior that she was stuck and couldn't pull herself away to ask her why she decided to give her fans a peep show out of nowhere. Mali knew despite her girlfriend being on television just about every week, Rhea enjoyed her privacy and scarcely appeared on her livestreams as she told her she didn't want to "intrude on her thing."
Yet as she slid her fingers into Mali's messy bun to control the kiss as it deepened before she gently yanked her head back to plant a little peck on her throat, Rhea seemed to enjoy all the eyes on them. But she kept her eyes on her and cooed in a gruff yet sensual murmur, "Time for bed, yeah?"
"Umm, now?" Mali whispered and bit her lip as she caught her drift, mystified by her demeanor but mesmerized all the same as she gaped at her through low, pink-painted eyelids and held her girlfriend's dreamy, blue gaze. She gradually found the strength to rip away from it and return her attention to the camera with an apology to her fans who were probably just as confused as her. Yet when she saw all the comments encouraging and urging her to hurry to bed with Rhea, she felt her cheeks warm up with a blush no one could see before her girlfriend nodded and pressed kisses to them. "Uh, I-I guess we'll try this again tomorrow, y'all? Good night, queens, kings, and my fabulous people in between."
Mali blew a kiss to the lens with a final glance at the comments full of every horny emoji there was as she tapped her screen to end the livestream. "Did you sneak some of my wine?! What's gotten into you?" she asked with a giddy grin as Rhea wrapped her arms around her waist to squeeze her from behind her with more kisses on her nape that tickled, making a slight giggle jump out of her. 
"Nope. I just didn't want to wait three hours for you to wrap it up. And I surely didn't want to wait 'til I got back from work to do this..." she replied with her hand slipping down Mali's tummy, the silk fabric of her pajamas making it easy for her touch to also slip beneath the hem. She wasn't wearing panties...which made her girlfriend's soft, wandering fingers sink right between her lower lips, warm and slick from Rhea's kisses. "Ah, my baby...damn near drippin' and we haven't made it to the bed yet."
"It's...your fault. Mmmm. Impatient ass." Mali's lips parted with a smirk and a hitched breath as a moan escaped them when Rhea delicately rubbed her middle fingers up and down her wet slit before she coated her clit with twirls that made her whine. She gripped the edge of the coffee table as her head fell back onto Rhea's shoulder, letting her hips lightly rock against her palm as their lips met for a heavy kiss.
"I sure am. And you know what? Fuck the bed. Get on the couch. On your hands and knees."
Mali didn't have enough time to follow Rhea's demand as her girlfriend then scooped her up into her arms to rest her on the couch in the position she needed to have her round, thick ass in her face. She smoothed her hands over it, kissing the silk before rolling it down her thighs to hit the rug next to her knees. Rhea's lips kissed her soft skin then, her softer hands squeezing and parting her cheeks to unveil her wet, brown, and pink lips she took her time kissing, too. 
Mali couldn't help but roll her hips to catch the long, greedy flicks of Rhea's tongue as she lapped up her nectar that spilled down to her thighs and mound touched with hair light and soft like peach fuzz. Her girlfriend's fingertips grazed that fuzz with teasing strokes before she glazed them over her slippery, tender clit, making Mali cry out to her—especially when she used her other fingers to spread her just a bit more so she could glaze her tongue over her little hole. 
"Unnhh, shit...mmm, you like how this pussy taste, baby?" Mali reached a hand around to lace her fingers in the silky hair on the back of Rhea's head, trying to taunt her yet her voice cracked with a whine when Rhea slowly thrust her tongue inside her.
"Damn right. And you thought you could keep me waitin'." Rhea playfully spanked her ass and breathed a moan that touched Mali's wet folds and made them spasm. "Ooh. I wish you could see how sexy that looked...your pussy all juicy and twitchin' for me. Actually..."
She pulled her delicious touch away and Mali pouted, craning her neck to fuss at her. Yet she gasped at her instead, studying Rhea tapping her phone still perched on the coffee table behind them. Mali saw her head peeking from behind her ass on the screen before Rhea's head floated into the frame with more kisses on her cheeks that led to her glistening pussy. And when Rhea hid her fingers between her thighs to tease her clit again and hold her lips open, she saw how she twitched when the tip of her tongue lazily prodded and pushed back inside her.
Mali let out a long whimper that filled the room, her eyes fixed on the lens, on them as she was hypnotized by the sight of Rhea tongue-fucking her—entranced by the feel of it, too, as her knees felt weak with a slow-burning orgasm that grew hotter and hotter around her girlfriend's tongue until she couldn't contain the flames any longer.
"Right there, baby...unhhh, I'm...I'm 'bout to cum for you." Mali wanted to bury her face in the cushions to hide the loud, rasping squeals that erupted from her as she came and gushed, but she couldn't look away from how captivating they looked on camera. Her gaze met Rhea's on the screen who also watched them, pulling back to admire how she made her girlfriend squirt as her pussy hole fluttered.
"That's my pretty baby. So fuckin' pretty..." Rhea groaned with her fingers still wagging over her clit as Mali's spilled down her wrist. "Love makin' you cum, baby...love how your cum tastes..." She then swirled her long tongue into Mali's twitching, wet mess to make out with it, make her dribble onto her chin, make her louder, and make her convulse harder.
"Ffffuck, I love your mouth...I love you," Mali managed to moan as her heated bliss threatened to snatch her voice away. She caught her girlfriend's eye again as she licked her lips and caressed her thigh with jet-black nails that had a sheen from more than her top coat.
"Yeah? Mami loves you more," Rhea replied with a sultry smirk and kiss on her thigh. She then licked the spot where she accidentally smudged Mali's nectar before gathering it from her chin, too, unhurriedly licking her fingers one by one while peering into the lens with those dreamy eyes. She used those fingers to then stop the recording, turning to Mali who wearily flopped onto her side to add with a raised, arched eyebrow, "Ready for bed for real this time, baby?"
"Only if you are...'cause where in the world did that come from?" Mali panted, still shocked that her usually reserved-off-camera girlfriend turned into a thot-on-camera tonight. It plastered a sleepy grin on her face as she knew Rhea to be a thot for her eyes only, save for those occasional moments she liked to tantalize her fans while in character on television.
"I told you, babe. I wasn't gonna wait a week to eat that pretty pussy," Rhea purred as her hand slid up Mali's bare thigh and made her tremble. 
"You must wanna watch the playback while you're on the plane," she said with a little giggle when Rhea tickled her belly with her prying fingertips.
"Yeah, I do. I like a good movie to lose myself in..." she replied with her own giggle when Mali reached for her to pull her on top of her. 
Their mouths came together for a sweet kiss that Mali lost herself in, yet when Rhea's hand slid around her throat with a lusciously tight grip, her eyes flitted open with a moan as her girlfriend mumbled onto her lips, "...Which is why we're nowhere close to done yet, baby."
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c-nstantine · 2 months
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This Little Life
Description: Bucky loves his girl
Warnings: None, the reader's black but that's just my blog
Word Count: 0.7k
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Bucky and Sam's relationship couldn't be easily defined. Sure, they were partners in the eyes of the government so that the two oculd do their duties as superheroes. They both acted as Steve Roger's closest friend at some point but were they friends? Sam would've said no if it weren't for the endeavors that Bucky went through with him and Zemo. So, now, the two were a little more than colleagues but neither would admit to being friends.
"Alright, this was nice but I'm leaving now," Bucky said sitting his beer on the bar's counter and passing some cash to the bartender. He had finally gotten used to inflation prices without complaining.
"Dude, you've had one beer," Sam pointed out as he sipped on his third.
"Yeah, but I gotta get back to my girl," Same didn't have anyone to go to at night, but Bucky had her. He had Y/N, the light of his life. She didn't care how broken he was and she didn't try to fix him. She was simply her and in that it made him better anyway.
"Your girl?" Sam questioned. They've had this discussion plenty of times for the past couple of months. Sam was seriously starting to think that this was the off-brand super soldier serum getting to Bucky's head.
"Yes, my girl," He said with a smirk.
"The imaginary one you won't let me meet?" Sam reminded him with a knowing glance.
"She's not- She's very real. Look, I have a picture," Bucky used his non-mechanical hand to fish his phone out of his pocket and showed Sam the homescreen. It was a picture of her that Bucky had taken during golden hour. She wasn't looking when snapped the photo, but that just made all the better.
"Bucky," Sam said hitting Bucky's shoulder lightly. Sam didn't know Bucky had the charm or the gall to pull such a beautiful girl.
"I know she's gorgeous," Bucky said with a faint tinge coating the cheeks of the super soldier. Leave it to Y/N to have a man from the 1940's blushing.
"She's black. I didn't know you had game," Sam stated as an observation.
"Huh," Bucky spoke with wide eyes. His face was burning at this point.
"Come to think about it, you did really well at that cookout," Sam reminsced on the days that two had spent in hometown.
"Can I leave now?" Bucky asked again while rubbing his forehead.
"Sure," Sam said knowing exactly why Bucky would be running home so early.
- He crept in quietly. There was a good chance that she was probably still up but he wanted to be sure. Their cat, Alpine, purred as her owner returned to the shared apartment. The snow white cat wrapped herself between Bucky's feet and Bucky took that as a sign to hold her. He quietly kicked off his boots and tossed his jacket on a coat rack.
"Alright, where's your mama?" He asked the cat who simply snuggled into his warmth. Bucky sighed and walked into the living room and found Y/N watching one of her reality shows while curled up in a blanket. There was a glass of red wine on the coffee table and her smile had a faint haze.
"Oh, hey babe. I thought you'd be out later," She spoke looking up at him and squinted her eyebrows in confusion while at him holding their cat. He placed the cat on the couch.
"I can't just leave my best girl hanging," He said as he scooted next to her and wrapped his arm around her. She leaned into his touch.
"Best? I better be the only," She joked and nudged him with her shoulder a little.
"You know you are. You might have to meet Sam soon," He said it like it was the worst thing on Earth. It wasn't but Bucky tended to be a bit overdramatic.
"Oh, that'd be fun," She said. She paused her show to get a good look at him.
"Not really," He grumbled as he inhaled her scent.
"Don't be a sourpuss," She plucked his forehead before starting the show again. She knew he'd be lost and ask her at least fifteen different questions about the plot but that was perfectly okay.
"Yeah, okay," He was happy with this little life of his.
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lilystyles · 3 months
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hot chocolates & christmas shopping.
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part two of the sweetest thing series by @lilystyles
the sweetest thing masterlist & my main masterlist xxx
authors note bit short but i hope u like it :)
brief description y/n and harry go christmas shopping & share a hot chocolate.
warnings! so much fluff (3.3k words)
grumpy!roommate!journalist!H x sunshine!baker!roommate!reader
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There was something particularly gorgeous about Harry in the mornings. 
It was something Y/n loved, a lot. Maybe it was the rasp in his voice, the cute puffy face he got if he’d had enough sleep, or how gentle he was. It was like his grumpiness and sharp tongue hadn’t had any time to warm up yet, so he was just this little sleepy sweetheart. He was just so soft in the mornings. So off guard, and when he slept the worry lines on his face disappeared and he looked like a little angelic cherub laying there. No frown or sharp eyes, just a gentle soft face that she wasn’t all that used to.
Y/n just liked Harry, but especially in the mornings. 
She liked weekends most because that meant she got to actually spend some time with Harry. She usually woke up after him, but some days when the air was especially cold and crisp she woke up with the sun. That morning had been one of them. The sunrise pierced through her blinds, a blazing glow of orange and pink and red. Like a painting or a dream. She stretched, the duvet falling off her chest, revealing her skimpy silk pyjamas that protected her very little from the chilly winter air. The cool air of her flat nipped her skin creating goosebumps all over her soft skin. She yawned and shivered as she slipped from her bed. 
Peaches woke up to the shuffling of her warm body leaving, and panted happily, joining her side and licking her feet. Peaches didn’t really stick to the one room for sleeping, she just picked whoever she pleased depending on the evening. Last night she’d chosen Y/n and fell asleep curled by her feet while Y/n watched the latest show she’d been obsessing over. 
Peaches had originally been Harry’s dog, and Y/n always referred to her as H’s, but Harry knew the minute the pup and Y/n met they were going to be good friends too. Which meant Peaches was as much Y/n’s as his. 
The dog happily trotted alongside Y/n into the bathroom. She shut the door quietly and turned the little light on, a soft glow of yellow hit her eyes. She winced, finding a hairbrush and combing the absolute rat nest of hair she’d made in the night, back from her face. Opening the cupboard she saw all her fancy products which Harry called her potions and magic. She’d started to get him into skincare now though, and he was beginning to borrow her fancy moisturisers. Not that she minded at all, after all, what were roommates for? And she thought it was cute how he copied her and asked questions now when she applied creams to her face and even joined her for face masks sometimes. 
She washed her face in a slow manner, the icy cold water waking her right up. She hadn’t checked the time or her phone, she guessed it was around five. The windows showed the sky to be just waking up too. She applied some moisturiser and creams to her face and put her hair into some little plaits to keep them out of her way while she made breakfast.
Stepping out of the bathroom, Peaches a shadow behind her, she made her way back into her bedroom. She needed a jumper and some slippers. Sliding on a random hoodie from her floor that swallowed her form and her favourite bunny slippers that Peaches liked to play fight with. She was trying to be quiet so that Harry could sleep in that extra bit longer, as she made her way to the kitchen. 
She walked past the lounge room and turned the fireplace on under the telly. It was this really posh electric one. She also turned the heated floors on, Harry’s flat was so posh. She was still getting used to it. Having moved from a little shoe box in a dodger part of London to this absolutely luxurious apartment. Being a baker and small business owner meant she wasn’t drowning in riches, all her money went to her shop. 
But Harry had worked very hard to be able to buy something like this, and she knew he deserved it. And for a bloke that basically never stepped foot in the kitchen to cook, his kitchen was glorious a chef's dream. He had an industrial oven, the kind she used at work. He had this massive fridge that Y/n stocked with food, she basically planned all their meals. He had cabinets that opened with a remote and china made in Denmark. Nothing in his house was cheap, he’d bought the best of whatever he was after. 
When she’d first moved into the place was very masculine and cold like one of those open houses. Now she’d added her own touches it felt like a home. Like in the kitchen, her collection of quirky mugs lined the backsplash hanging up on little hooks, colourful tea towels hung all over the place, and her cooking books rested near the fruit bowl.
She looked down at Peaches. “Hungry, baby?”
Peaches just licked her lips. Y/n giggled softly grabbing some dry dog nuts pouring them into her bowl, and changing her water bowl with some fresh water.
She looked at the fridge for inspiration on what to make for breakfast. Before finally deciding on a full fry-up when she noticed the fresh eggs from the farmer's market still hadn’t been used. 
She got out all the ingredients; bacon, eggs, sausages, potatoes (to make her own hash browns), along with cheese, tomatoes, and bread. 
After making every piece of the meal from scratch it was around six-thirty, and she heard the thumping of Harry’s footsteps walking down the hall. He appeared over her shoulder and she jumped when his hand touched her shoulder, as he peered over to watch her cooking.
“Scared me!” She said giggling.
He gave a soft smile, eyes still puffy and bleary with sleep. “Sorry, Petal.” 
She smiled. “S’okay, hungry?”
He nodded and sluggishly sat himself on the bench, legs dangling over showing his leg tattoos and muscles. He was just so tall, that he dwarfed the kitchen completely. He wasn’t wearing anything except baggy boxers and this very small black t-shirt that when he stretched showed the expanse of his tummy. She saw the fern tattoos as he stretched all feline-like and felt her cheeks warm as she turned back to the tomatoes she was frying up in a mixture of spices.
He was watching her with soft eyes, he loved watching her cook. His long hair was all messy from his tossing and turning in his sleep, he moved his hands up into the curls to tie it back in a loose bun. He looked so domestic like that, and nothing like the suited-up man she was used to seeing. She adored him like this. 
She hadn’t noticed the way he was looking at her, too busy humming along to a song and cooking up the delicious smelling food. 
He was looking at her all besotten, and secretly imagining her in their future home cooking for their family in the morning. In a similar outfit to this one. Silky cream-coloured pyjamas like this, with shorts that bunched up and showed the curve of her rounded bum, and a silky singlet top with lace over the peaks of her breasts that left little to the imagination. Her hair all messy in some loose plaits, with those ridiculous slippers on her feet.
She looked like a little housewife right now, and honestly, if she didn’t love her job so much. He wouldn’t have minded taking care of her and keeping her at home so he could selfishly keep her absolute perfection to himself.
When breakfast was cooked they ate on the couch rugged up under a blanket and watching the morning news and revealed her ulterior motives.
Harry only found her all the more adorable for going to all this effort in making him breakfast and agreed to what she asked of him with little thought at all.
As she watched him eat his food and quietly complimenting all the different flavours of the meal she thought to herself how well the two of them fit. Like two peas in a pod. It made her smile. 
“What?” He said lips curling too, her smile was contagious.
She just leaned into his side sipping her coffee. “Oh, nothing.”
Honestly, Y/n always thought her person would be someone exactly like her. Someone who finished her sentences and loved all the same things as her. She always imagined her person to be a baker too, who was merry and full of joy about the world. Someone who also liked peanut butter toast every day, someone who enjoyed walking in parks, someone who loved books and warm autumn evenings. But Y/n thinks now that was a silly thing to think because she knows for a fact her person is a grumpy journalist named Harry. This realisation led to a complete epiphany, in fact. She realised Harry wasn’t her person because they were similar or because he liked her interests or from an outside view when they walked down the street people thought “Oh, he matches her well”. 
He was her person because of his complete and utter indifferences with her. They were like salty and sweet. Some prefer one over the other, and some like them together or in a mixture of many things. However, most places, meals, treats, and Y/n’s favourite things weren’t without at least a pinch of salt or a dash of sugar. Not a pairing you might think to put together straight up, but a pairing that worked.
Harry and Y/n were so different. She was chatty, sweet, optimistic, funny, charming, and like a ray of sunshine. But she was also clumsy, anxious, and an overthinker. And Harry was quiet, calculating, leaned toward pessimism, witty, honest, and Y/n always described him as ‘a breathe of fresh air’ but that was her nice way of saying he was blunt and totally honest which hurt if you weren’t ready to hear that your favourite jumper washed you out. But he was also sensitive, soft, and very very kind. His honesty never came from a place of rudeness or anger. His honesty was to help people make decisions. Which is why she always asked him when she needed a real honest answer.
It was hard to explain to someone but when they were together they harmonised. Niall and their other friends could see it. It was obvious to them.
Like today, for example, Y/n had convinced him to go Christmas shopping for everyone. She was going too already and Harry had the day off too. Plus Y/n loved it when the malls were decorated with tacky Christmas lights and trees, she loved the Christmas songs playing in every shop, and all the festive things that followed in the shops. Her favourite places came out with new desserts or drinks for them to try and she loved going around and trying them.
Harry probably couldn’t think of anything worse than the mall, especially during Christmas time. But when Y/n went to all that effort and made him bacon and eggs and asked ever so sweetly if he wanted to join her he said yes. Peaches was curled up under Y/n’s feet snoring as they watched the morning news, and she looked over at him with those pretty eyes and so the words just slipped right out of his coffee-soaked lips, “Okay, Y/n, I’ll go with you.”
When they arrived at the mall she had led him into a candle shop and they were smelling idly when Y/n began asking Harry’s opinion on her new special at the bakery. She had been making him try so many different recipes that she’d been coming up with, all festive of course, and she was deciding between two for this week. Cherry pie custard tarts or candy cane mint chocolate chip swirls. 
Another reason Harry was her person was because he had a sweet tooth, and never got sick of trying her latest recipe, and was always honest about what he preffered and why. He was never rude to her, just honest, which she valued. People forget despite her totally sweet aura she’d trained at one of the most prestigious culinary schools with chefs and bakers who treated you like shit under their shoes. So she could handle harsh feedback, but Harry was soft in his truth.
“Cherry pie.” He said firmly. 
As they’d sniffed some berry-scented candles he looked over finally. He’d contemplated for a few minutes before deciding that. There was something awfully Christmassy about those tarts she’d made for him this week, and it reminded him of growing up. She usually got home from the bakery and stayed up late cooking in the kitchen coming up with new recipes. She’d gotten inspiration from a cherry pie Niall made, it was his grandmother’s recipe.
She smiled. “Yeah, sure Mr. Sweet-Tooth.”
He sighed. “You sound like my mother.”
“That’s a compliment, Anne is lovely. Speaking of Mumsie, what are you going to get her for Christmas?”
He looked over. “I dunno, Gem probably has it covered.”
“Such a boy.” She said rolling her eyes. 
“I got my mum a new set of bed sheets that are all fancy cotton and have blue strips, they remind me of a sailboat beach house. Made some homemade candles with Niall and Max. I also thought I’d get a bottle of wine. You know? A fancy one.”
“I was just gonna get a box of chocolates and some champagne.”
She frowned. “How about I make a batch of my homemade spicy dark chocolate balls for her, and you get a champagne still but some cute champagne flutes to go with. I saw some pink ones in the shop over there,”
He looked down at her. She was dressed in a deep cherry red knitted jumper that swallowed her form, a little black woollen skirt, and crimson tights. Her little black boots had ribbons for laces and she looked like Christmas in human form. “Are you secretly an elf?”
She rolled her eyes at him. “No.”
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders bringing her into his side, her cheek pressing into his chest. “Short enough to be one.”
She huffed. “Whatever you big old oaf.”
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They made their way to the shop Y/n was talking about. It was full of fancy colourful glasses and he bought the gifts for Anne while they stayed close by chatting quietly. They managed to find gifts for everyone Harry needed presents for and Y/n found one for Niall and Max. So she was happy, she’d be slowly building her Christmas present pile for the whole year. Harry’s was already wrapped and under their tree at home. 
As they walked a bit more sluggishly, the lunchtime rush rolling in, Y/n turned to him. “Have you gotten my present yet?”
He looked down at her. “Of course.”
“What is it?”
“I can’t tell you that.” 
She frowned. “Please?”
He shook his head, “Nope. Don’t give me that face. I refuse to cave.”
She sighed. “Fine,”
They managed to find presents for everyone on each of their lists. Harry, trailed behind Y/n who had completed her shopping well in advance and only had a few bags in her hands. His arms were laden with sizeable bags, a testament to the success of their shopping spree, as Y/n led him towards her favourite little cafe nearby. She loved their drinks and the cosy feel of the place.
The bell above the door chimed as they stepped into the warmth of the cafe, a welcome feeling from the winter chill outside. Y/n greeted the barista with a cheerful hello, reciprocated by a warm smile, and she guided Harry towards a cosy booth at the end of the cafe.
With a careful arrangement, Harry placed his array of bags at their feet, his eyes momentarily fixated on Y/n. She sat with an air of dreaminess, her gaze fixed on the ethereal dance of snowflakes against the cafe window, painting the scene outside all delicate and whimsical like a scene in ballet.
When Y/n caught Harry's lingering gaze, a blush found her cheeks. "Promise you'll just die over these, hot chocolates!"
A soft smile curved his lips. "I'm sure," he replied.
Seated across from each other, Y/n perused the menu, her eyes occasionally darting up to meet Harry's. He looked particularly handsome today, wrapped in a chunky white knitted jumper, jeans that hugged his legs, and his signature boots. Loose spirals of hair framed his face, and his green eyes met hers with an intensity that went unnoticed.
“Which one? Gingerbread hot choccy or cinnamon?”
He shrugged.
"Both then, that way we can see which is better.” She decided finally.
Harry glanced at the menu, eyes squinted over the list. "How about some churros? You like those, don't you?"
A nod from Y/n made their decision. As he went to place their order, Harry returned, settling down even closer to Y/n in the booth. Their thighs brushed, the warmth mingling as they awaited the arrival of their food and drinks. She leaned into him, squeezing his arm.
"What do you want to do when we get home?" Harry asked softly, eyes watching her.
Y/n shrugged playfully. "Depends on how much Christmas you can handle, Haz."
A laugh escaped his lips. "You are the silliest little thing."
She fake pouted, eliciting a besotten eye roll from Harry. He planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, near her hairline. 
"Shush. Don't go telling anyone."
She responded with a soft smile. “Promise, I’m an excellent secret keeper!"
As their hot chocolates arrived, Y/n watched Harry take a sip of the rich, warm drink, and she couldn't help but smile at his appreciative reaction.
"Y/n, that is fuckin' good," He declared with enthusiasm that she rarely saw from him.
"I told you!" She replied, a hint of pride in her voice. Happy he liked it.
As they exchanged sips, Y/n noticed the smudge of her lipstick on the cup. A thought crossed Harry's mind, and he couldn’t help but think that if he leaned over and kissed her right now, she'd taste delicious. All sweet and warm, and how perfect it would be. But he didn’t. He just took another sip and listened to her chat away about all the gifts they bought.
After finishing their drinks and sweet treats, they made their way home. Harry couldn't deny that the day had 
been rather successful and, secretly, quite fun.
They ended their day by assembling the Christmas tree Y/n had stored in her assortment of festive boxes in the spare room of their flat. The flat was a riot of holiday cheer, and she couldn't have been happier. She loved it, it just made her so very happy.
All that remained was the star for the tree's crown. Despite her efforts, Y/n struggled to reach the top, a consequence of her choice of an elegantly tall tree. Observing her jump for the fifth time, Harry decided to intervene, his hands poised to help her, and he laughed when she still couldn’t reach the top. 
“On m’shoulders.” He said.
She looked at him, blinking face blank. “What?”
“On you pop.”
She stayed still and sighed grabbing her wrist to take her over to the couch. She stood up on the cushions and he squatted down so that she could hop on. She hopped on nervously, and he gripped her thighs tightly and securely.
“H, careful!” She said, letting out a little shriek and grabbing his hair. 
He just smiled. “Put the star on, Love. Go on.”
As she placed the star on she looked down to see a pleased look on Harry’s face. She could tell he was already getting the spirit and that made her heart swell.
Who knew he could make the season all the better?
ITS CHRISTMAS EVE FOR ME SO MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE ANGELS XX
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Something that's been on my mind. (I am finished with totk after 200 hours.)
You've never ridden a horse before. You're not scared of them or anything like that you just never had the opportunity and you got so used to walking around Hyrule to travel it never crossed your mind.
One day Lord Ganondorf arrives for an impromptu visit to the royal family of Hyrule Castle. You just so happen to be working hard, tugging weeds from the soil near the stable, when he does. And the sight of his horse makes your eyes go wide, filling with sparkles of excitement, and you almost shout.
"Oh my!"
It's meant to be in surprise as the sight. The horse is massive, with a blood red flowing mane, dark as a night lacking stars, majestic and intimidating. The sound of your voice alerts a few Gerudo guards who quickly point their spears in your direction, mistaking you for an enemy trying to hurt their chief. It's impossible to stop the terrified shriek of fear as you topple back on the dirt and raise your hands in surrender.
Ganondorf chuckles behind his wall of protection. Until he notices that it's you they're threatening. He's seen you around, often running to and from, doing odd jobs around the castle for the royals. And though he won't admit it, he's borderline obsessed with you. Every time he sees you he gets this lightness in his chest, a feeling of euphoria almost, and he can't tear his eyes off of your form.
The first time he every saw you was when he caught you peeking into the throne room window from a side garden in intrigue. He had only been able to see the top of your head and your eyes but after that it was like you were everywhere. Always avoiding his glances with a blush and a bowed head.
And just like usual, he's left staring down at your trembling figure and he can't bring himself to blink wondering if such a beautiful angel will vanish in a second. He's quick to jump to your defense, not too quick of course, he has a reputation, but enough that his guards take note.
"I'm sorry! I was only- that is- I'm just-"
"Spit it out little one," Ganon orders, his deep voice of authority sending a shiver up your spine.
Quickly, you obey, "That's a very beautiful horse."
The Gerudo Chief can see the awe in your eyes, such a gorgeous light that he would never dream of snuffing out. Perhaps when he bathes the world in eternal darkness he could preserve you for himself. Such a thought, having you as his, makes his mind twist very filthy thoughts.
"Oh you think so?" Ganondorf teases.
You only nod frantically and flush a deep shade when he chuckles. The realization that you're still sitting in the dirt hits you all too hard and you move to rise filled with crushing embarrassment. Ganon watches you with interest, a small quirk to his lips when you keep your head low out of respect for him.
You've only spoke with him a few times before. Shy words would spill passed your lips to him when he asked you about who you were. You'd heard of his violent side and yet he never showed such a thing in your presence.
It throws you for a loop when he finally speaks after a glance between his horse and you.
"How about a ride?"
At first you think you misheard him. And when you realize you didn't you're more confused than before. You? A commoner? Ride his horse?
"Well," you mutter, "I- I don't know how to ride a horse."
Ganon laughs louder than before and steps close to you, arching over to find a more level ground, and grips your jaw in his bejeweled hand forcing your eyes up, "Oh silly thing I would go with you. I'm not just handing her over."
The belittling term sets a pool of fire off in your stomach that climbs its way up to your chest. His hand is warm but not nearly as much so as your cheeks. He knows what he's doing to you and he's clearly enjoying it. He watches your eyes closely, monitoring the way they seem entranced by his own with no will to glance away.
"I wouldn't want to be a bother Lord Ganondorf," you practically whisper, suddenly hoping yout breath doesn't smell bad, "I was merely enamored by her beauty."
"You would pass up my generous offer?" Ganon asks, a feigned sadness crossing his face.
"N-no it's just that well I cannot simply abandon my work as the king and queen-"
He rolls his eyes at the mention, tugging you forward forcing you to stumble on your of feet, "Don't worry about them. I promise you'll enjoy it."
Ganondorf has a way of getting what he wants. And at the moment what he wanted was you. He saw his chance to steal time with you and he's taking it.
"I- Lord Ganondorf-"
Oh how he wants to hear you say his name over and over. Praises falling from your lips as he overpowers those around him and demands respect with his simple presence.
Without warning, his hands are gripping your hips and he's lifting you high upon the large steed.
You're unable to stop words from spilling out, "Lord Ganondorf!"
With your legs on either side of the horse you barely have time to register before the Gerudo man is climbing behind you, his much larger form shrouding your own in a shadow and case of warmth you find yourself craving. He addresses his guards but all you can focus on is the hand he's pressed to your stomach to hold you still. His fingers burn through your shirt and you almost tremble. And the way his thighs mold around your hips at the position.
"Hang on tight little Hylian," he mumbles directly into your ear.
Your body tenses up and you find yourself grasping for something, anything, which happens to be his forearm locked against your side and a few strands of the horses mane. Her whine makes you lean back into the Chief's chest and Ganon can do nothing but grin down at you.
He doesn't tell you before he gives her the command to go with his heels digging into her ribs and a snap of her reigns. She neighs loudly and speeds out of the area, hooves clicking on the stone walkway loudly. Wind hits your face like needles and you yelp in panic at such a sudden movement. Ganon's hold on your tightens and you can hear his chuckle.
For the first few moments you can do nothing but press yourself into him. And while Ganondorf surely isn't complaining, his hand snakes up your torso, fingers walking their way up until he can find a secure hold on your jaw. He forces your head forward and yells over the raging wind.
"Eyes open."
It's an order and you feel wrong disobeying him. When you finally bring yourself to do so, you're glad he's got such a strong hold over your mind. You're peeling across Central Hyrule quickly, passing by stables and towns. Citizens watch in interest. Animals race away at the approaching horse for safety. You can't blink unless you want to miss it.
"Now that's a good Hylian," Ganon coos when he gets a view of your wide eyes.
His praise makes you squirm.
The horse carries you all the way to Lake Hylia before Ganon brings her to a stop. You're breathing heavily and left to stare out at the expanse of water that's much calmer than your own heart. Ganon's hand, still wrapped around your jaw and in turn left squeezing at your throat lightly, forces your head to tilt up until he can meet your eyes.
"Does my little pet like what they see?" He asks.
Completely glossing over what he called you, all you do is try to nod, unable with his hold. From above you he looks like a god. Streams of light peek around his silhouette and it's as if his gold irises are chaining you down with only the wish to never have to look away. His thumb brushes across your skin, caressing along your pulse point where he can feel exactly what he's doing.
"It's rude not to answer when someone asks you a question," he says.
The strain on your neck when he tries to pull you impossibly closer to his chest forces your back to arch and you let out the smallest whimper as you respond, "I do like it. T-thank you very much Lord Ganondorf."
He moves down until his nose is nearly brushing your forehead. Those eyes are a trap. You know you shouldn't be so close to someone of his standing. It's inappropriate. And yet you never want to leave his grasp.
"So small and frail," he comments, "and how will you repay my favor?"
"Repay?" Your voice comes out meek.
"Mhrm."
You weren't under the impression that he would want something in return with is being his idea. Though you understand. He's a busy man of high status and you've taken his time.
"What would you..." You swallow thickly, "like."
He hums in thought. There were so many things he could ask for and yet not one felt like enough. He wants nothing more than to indulge in his craving. But what exactly would be stopping him? Nothing at all from where he's standing. And so Ganondorf leans over you as far as he can and brushes his lips over yours with need.
You don't make it back to the castle until nightfall.
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Silent Night
NSFW ⭐️ 18+ ⭐️ MDNI
It’s your first winter star with Sam’s family! Everything is going great, except for the fact that you two can’t get a moment of privacy.
For @beet-roots Merry Kinkmas
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“Okay now let’s do Sammy’s girlfriend’s present!” Vincent squirms in your lap with excitement, looking upside down at you. His big blue eyes sparkle with adoration, and you think he takes after his brother.
Sam beside you looks playfully dejected. He pushes out his lip in a pout, shoving his hand into Vincent’s hair and down his face.
“Bro, stop,” he whines, and you think maybe his jealousy isn’t all for show, “you’re rizzing her up too much! She’s gonna leave me for you, dude!”
Sam’s playing, but you know he is at least a little perturbed because Vince can sit in your lap and he can’t. It’s a wonder he’s not climbing the walls right now, all things considered.
With deadly efficiency you use one hand to tickle his ribs, and Sam cringes back in a cry of surrender.
Kent rolls his eyes and coughs to hide a laugh while Jodi giggles. She gives you a sweet smile as she passes over a silver wrapped box. It says ‘from all of us’ in swooping calligraphy, and you know that means it’s from Jodi.
“You wanna unwrap it bud?” You ask, and Sam’s hand twitches out to the package before he realizes you were talking to Vince. Another pout, and you smirk at him while Vince annihilates the beautiful wrapping job Jodi did.
Dutifully, he passes back the unassuming cardboard box and crawls off your lap so you can open it properly.
You pull the top away and don’t delay in pushing back the tissue and removing the deep red nightgown, holding it up to the light to see better.
“I know it’s not very hip,” Jodi says, her voice quiet and maybe a little insecure, “but I—uh, we—just couldn’t leave it. Sammy sent those gorgeous pictures of you and I kept thinking how lovely you would look in it.”
It is pretty, albeit more conservative than you would ever pick for yourself. The gown is ankle length, with sleeves that hit the wrist. Lace and gold beading trim the edges, and you think Jodi has good taste.
You can feel Sam’s eyes heavy on you, on the nightgown, and you have to bite back a grin. He’s so desperate for you at this point, you know exactly where his brain is. Poor baby hasn’t gone over a day without sex since you two got together about four months ago, and with prepping and visiting it’s been a week since he had his hands on you.
“It’s perfect Jodi, thank you,” you say, winking at her conspiratorially before saying, “all of you have excellent fashion sense.”
In a show of good faith you change into it after dinner. Jodi was right—the color complements your complexion perfectly. And while it’s long, and shows no skin, it clings to your curves and drapes in such a way that you still look shapely. You look sexy in a prudish sort of way.
You’re not the only one that seems to think so. The moment you emerge from the bedroom to show Jodi the final product, Sam’s back to staring at you hard. As Jodi ooh’s and ah’s over you with the affection only a mother has, and Vincent stares with big round eyes and tells you you’re beautiful with a nervous little blush, Sam begins to fidget.
A glance at him and you think he might drag you out to his truck for some privacy and rail you in the passenger seat. Your cunt pulses with excitement. Vincent is going to be too distracted with his toys to bother you, and Jodi and Kent are going to take the Mullner’s Christmas cookies, so you’ll have time for a quickie if all goes well.
“And what about you, Sammy, don’t you think that—“ there’s a knock on the door, startling Jodi into silence. She presses a hand against her chest. “Goodness, now who could that be so late?”
Jodi wanders off towards the door and Sam circles in on you like a predator, fingers skimming the fabric where it hits your waist. He leans in close, and his voice is raspy in your ear. “I like this,” he says, giving it a small, affectionate tug, and you know that tone. That’s the tone he uses when he’s going to fuck you like an animal. A shiver of anticipatory arousal claws its way down your spine, and you smile.
“I can't say I approve of you coming all the way out here in the cold so late, but you know I’m always happy to see you Sebastian,” Jodi giggles, opening the door wider and letting in a pink cheeked, crookedly grinning Sebastian. He’s got a small present wrapped in his hands, and his eyes are positively glittering as he stares up at Sam’s mom.
“You know I can’t go a Winter Star without seeing you, Miss Jodi,” he says, savoring the words Miss Jodi. Sam retracts from your space while Jodi giggles and blushes, and he throws up his hands with a groan.
“Dude stop flirting with my mom,” he whines, and Sebastian laughs once before shaking his head and giving Jodi a sweet smile.
“I’m not flirting Sammy, I’m being polite. You should try it once in a while,” he says, and he winks before coming up to you and Sam.
“Why are you here?” Irritation drips off his every word, and you know Sam is properly annoyed. Pent up, desperate, and cockblocked by his best friend who’s also hitting on his mom.
Bad day for Samson.
“Other than I wanted to give you your present? I needed a break from the ‘festivities,’” he makes air quotes around festivities, and you can feel Sam unwind in resignation. “Come with me for a walk?”
“What’s the magic word?” Sam’s already stepping towards the door to his room, presumably to get dressed for the outside, and you feel a tug of disappointment. Maybe it’s not Sam getting cockblocked.
“I’ll say please if it makes you happy Samson.”
Your face must be doing something by the time Sam’s dressed and ready for the cold, because Sebastian frowns apologetically and Sam twists his mouth. Once Jodi finishes fussing over her boys and departs with Kent, Sam approaches with a sheepish smile.
“I’ll make it up to you,” he says, and you stare at him hard in a way that hopes to convey your emotions.
“You better,” You respond, and maybe it’s a little more irritable than you meant for it to be because Sam looks like a kicked puppy as he follows Sebastian out the door. You’d feel worse if you weren’t babysitting Vincent alone on Winter Star when you could be getting railed.
It doesn’t take long for Jodi and Kent to get back—an hour said and done—and everyone readies for bed pretty immediately, too exhausted from the fact that Vince woke everybody at the godless hour of five am for presents. Sam still isn’t back by the time you crawl into his bed, and you glare at the air mattress where he should be and hope he can feel the phantom pain wherever he is.
You’re drifting off when a swoop of cold air chills you to the bone. There’s a light commotion, and you hear Sam go “fucking shit ass,” before you fully process that he’s stumbling in the window. You sit back, burrowing into his blankets as he regains his footing.
“Later Seb,” he calls outside with a wave, and you wave too, tight and irritable.
“See you Sammy. If you need me I’ll be in the master bedroom,” Sebastian calls back, and you hear his footsteps recede along with maniacal laughter, a faint call of bye to you billowing in the wind as an afterthought.
“Remind me to kick his ass,” Sam looks at you once he snaps the windowpane shut with a big grin, his cheeks pink and snow dusting his eyelashes. It makes you angry how good he looks right now, how disgustingly cute and charming.
“Sure,” you cross your arms and pout, averting your gaze as Sam comes up and kneels by the side of the bed.
“Baby please, I’m sorry,” he reaches for your hand, and when you don’t give it he settles for your gripping the nightgown, and it doesn’t go unnoticed that it’s right at the apex of your thigh, “what was I supposed to do? Say no to Seb in front of everybody?”
“Yes.”
He buries his face in the sheets beside you and you finally spare him a glance. He senses it and looks up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes he can muster, and you feel yourself melting under his gaze.
“Please, let me make it up to you,” he says, and there’s a little whine in his voice. Desperation, maybe. “I need you so bad, you look so hot right now, please.”
The chill of the room mingles with the sensation of watching Sam beg on his knees and makes your nipples hard, and you decide to go on with it for a minute. “It’s just a shame. I’m not even wearing any underwear, Sammy, because I was so excited to finally get a minute alone with you.”
He whines, shifts, and you can see the excited bulge growing in his pants.
“Too bad everybody’s home now so we can’t do anything. I’m really horny too.”
“No we can, please,” he grabs your hand now, chilly fingers insistent on yours, “we just have to be quiet. Everybody’s asleep. Come on, please?”
You almost break right now, but you hold out. If you can get him that much more worked up, it’ll be worth your while. “I dunno if you’d be able to keep it down Sammy. For your Winter Star present I was gonna let you fuck me without a condom—you know, an unwrapped gift kinda thing.”
It’s something you’ve been saving specifically for a moment like this. Truthfully you know Sam’s clean and you have reliable birth control, and would have let him hit raw months ago, but making him twitch with anticipation has been more fun than anything else.
And oh, it’s worth it to watch the way his eyes widen and his face slackens. He sits up that much taller, and you’re almost surprised he doesn’t clasp his hands together and shake them.
“Baby, I promise I’ll be good. I need you so bad. I really want my present, I’ll do anything.”
You gesture for him to stand, and he does because he’s a puppet on strings, and you arch your eyebrow at him. “You can start by putting your money where your mouth is. Sit at the foot of the bed for me and prove you can stay quiet by touching yourself.”
Sam’s clothes shlump to the floor unceremoniously as he peels off his layers, and you feel a pang of guilt because he’s shivering and flushed since he’s not warm yet. In a show of good faith, you kick the blanket towards him and scoot until you’re rested on the headboard.
It’s alright, you reason, because he won’t be left alone for long.
Sam wraps the blanket around his shoulders, and you watch with enthusiasm as he shifts. His cock is hard and flushed, his nipples pink and pert from the cold, and he’s wearing that shy expression he always has before he truly gets into it. You might be drooling.
It’s hard to tell if he’s teasing you or if he’s warming himself up when he runs his hand down his chest and across his stomach painfully slow. Your breath catches in your throat when he finally wraps a hand around his cock, deliberate as he spreads a bead of precome from his tip down with his thumb.
His teeth sink into his lip on the first stroke, cheeks darkening while his eyebrows scrunch inwards. He watches you watch him, and one corner of his mouth ticks upwards while he spreads his knees that much more and arches his back.
Stage fright gone, Sam’s putting on a show now, and god do you ever watch. You lose yourself in it—in the way his abs tighten and his breath puffs out intermittently like he might’ve moaned in another situation. His head falls back on his shoulders, eyes screwed shut, until finally he tightens his hand around the base of his cock and looks at you with pure desperation.
“Please,” his voice is hoarse when he whispers, and he’s squirming. For just a second you think you should tell him no, keep going, because you’re so into watching him you want to see his come paint his beautiful stomach. But then he’s blinking at you, big blue eyes pleading. “Baby?” His voice cracks when he prods for a response, and you decide he should be put out of his misery.
“Remember to be qui—“ Sam cuts you off in a bruising kiss. He doesn’t waste a second, licking into your mouth while he fumbles between your legs, rucking up the nightgown in the process.
“Quiet,” he pants while he rips the hem up past your breasts, leaving you suddenly cold and exposed, save the places where his fingers trail blazing paths towards your cunt. “Quiet, uh huh, I’ll be so—quiet—“ he nods into your skin, latching his mouth to your neck and sucking while he slips a finger into your eager cunt.
Sam’s fingers are expert, long and dexterous and callused from years of playing the guitar, and you’re the one struggling not to make any noise now while he fingers you open for him. Every glance of his fingers has your thighs twitching and you biting back little wanton moans.
“Shit, I can’t,” Sam withdraws his fingers after barely a minute, still managing a throaty murmur, “I’m so sorry, fuck, I just can’t wait. You’re so goddamn wet.”
And then he’s lining himself up and thrusting into you slowly. Inching in while he huffs air through his clenched teeth. You can tell he’s really trying to hold himself back, to be gentle, but then his forehead drops to your shoulder and he looses a high whine when his hips snap all the way forward seemingly against his volition.
You freeze, heart hammering in your chest as you hold him still and listen for any sounds that somebody in the house has woken up. Sam’s doing his best, but he’s gyrating against your cunt frivolously and begging against your chest.
“Just couldn’t help it, I’m sorry. Sorry, please baby,” he’s much quieter in his whisper now, “you just felt better— ah —than I expected—please let me move, I’ll be good I swear.”
After another moment of nothing, you finally relax your grip, and Sam wastes no time, fucking into you so hard and fast your eyes roll back in your head.
“Thank you baby— nngh —thank you,” the words are spoken against your breasts as he presses his mouth to them, sucking and nipping the skin while he humps you like an animal in heat. “Best Winter Star gift ever, swear. Thank you, oh God.”
You’re actually surprised when his thumb finds its way to your clit. Sam’s one track minded on his best days, and you would’ve thought he’d be too overwhelmed to even think of it.
“Wanna— hah —feel you come. Can you come on my cock baby?”
You go to say yes, you’re right there, and a too loud moan slips from your chest instead when he slams right into your g-spot. Sam’s free hand closes over your mouth, eyes wide and hips stuttering as he tries and fails to still to a stop.
He either doesn’t give a fuck or can’t bring himself to slow down anymore, because a moment later he’s back to absolutely railing you, making little tiny grunting whines as he does his best to keep himself quiet. “Gonna come,” he manages, strained, and that’s what finishes you.
You ride wave after wave of delicious white heat as Sam stuffs you with his come, shaking and muffling himself against your skin. He doesn’t stop thrusting, greedy and prolonging your mutual pleasure as long as he can before he collapses onto you, limp.
When you finally get your bearings back you take stock of the situation: Sam draped over you, cock still inside, nightgown around your armpits, bruises beginning to purple in the places where Sam used you as his silencer. A ripple of perverse arousal trickles through your overstimulated body at the sheer wrongness of it all, and you twitch.
That’s enough to rouse Sam, who kisses your cheek and pulls out of you, lovingly tucking the nightgown back down to your ankles and pulling up the blanket before snuggling into your side.
When you two wake, you’re horrified to find come staining the inside of the nice garment. Sam sees it over your shoulder while you’re changing and packing, and he tugs you close to him, purring into your ear, “I want you to wear that again when we get home tonight. I’m not finished ruining it.”
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hopefulromances · 7 months
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I Still Get Jealous - Jamie Tartt
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Warnings: Jealousy, some heated activities
Jamie showed up to the club as soon as he could. He told you that he’d be late because of the press conference but that he'd get there as soon as he could. When he showed up, the crowd was pulsing with the music, the lights in the club a dark red color, seemingly swaying with the movement of the crowd. He pressed through the crowd looking for you in the throng. 
He spotted you then, just as the song was changing. You were in a ring of friends, all there to celebrate your birthday. Work friends, some of the team, Keeley, everyone there for you. And you looked spectacular. You were wearing that dress you loved, the one you’d picked out ages ago and shown him and your smile was dazzling. 
Then his eyes followed who you were smiling at. It was some man he didn’t recognize, probably someone from your office, but the look on his face was less than friendly. Right in front of Jamie’s eyes, the man looked up and down your body as you danced with friends. 
Finally, your eyes found Jamie and you lit up. 
“Jamie!” you called out, breaking away from your group. 
He smiled at you, hooking his arm around your waist and tugging you towards him. 
“Hello, darling,” he greeted before pressing his lips against yours. He kissed you harder than he normally would in public, but knowing that man was over there watching you kiss him was egging him on. You made a noise of surprise and brought your hands up to his neck. 
“Mm, what was that for?” You murmured against his lips, as you pulled away. 
“Happy Birthday, love,” Jamie replied, kissing you again. “You look…” he shook his head as he looked down your body. “Fucking mint.” You blushed under his praise, ducking your head down to avoid giving him the satisfaction, but he brought his finger up to pull your eyes back to him. “My gorgeous girl.” 
You shook your head, not being able to help the smile on your face. “Fuck off. Come meet my friends.” 
You grabbed his hand and started pulling him through the crowd. You introduced him to some of the people in your circle dancing. Molly, April, Rina, David, and a lot of other names that went right over Jamie’s head. But they were all excited to meet the famous footballer, and he was happy to answer questions, take photos, and do anything to allow his girl to shine. 
“And this is Kevin,” she pulled him over to someone new. Jamie looked over and saw it was the man who’d been eyefucking her when he walked into the room. “Kevin, this is Jamie, my boyfriend.”
“How’s it going, Kevin?” Jamie put out his hand. He could be cordial. 
Kevin’s eyebrows raised. “Jamie Tartt? Look, (Y/N), when you said you were dating a footballer I thought you meant Sunday church league not… star striker for AFC Richmond.”
“Well, he’s just Jamie to me,” you thrilled, wrapping your arm around his waist and leaning into him. 
Jamie pulled you closer to him, turning to Kevin. “So, you two work together?”
“Kevin sits across from me,” you told Jamie. “Isn’t that right, Kevin?”
Kevin hadn’t taken his eyes off of Jamie. “Sorry, I just can’t believe you’re dating Jamie fucking Tartt! I mean how did you two meet?”
Jamie felt you shift against him, clearly uncomfortable with the line of questioning.
“Um, well, my cousin, Colin, is on the team and…”
“Wait, as in Colin Hughes?” Kevin interrupted. Jamie huffed, puffing out his chest slightly. 
You pinched Jamie’s waist, silently getting him to calm down. “Yep. My dads side is welsh. But mums from London. Anyways, Colin introduced us at some gala or something and we hit it right off.”
“That’s mental, Jamie, mate, you gotta get me tickets to a game,” Kevin jeered, giving Jamie a friendly shoulder punch. But Jamie did not find it friendly. He found Kevin incredibly grating and condescending. 
“Yeah, sure,” he answered shortly. “(Y/N), why don’t we go for a dance?”
He didn’t wait for you to answer, leading you away from Kevin and onto the dance floor. You pulled on Jamie’s hand, bringing him to a stop. 
“Can you behave, please?” you whined, pulling him back to you. 
“You want me to behave?” Jamie growled, winding his arms around your waist. “Kevin’s a dick you know that?” He started swaying the two of you to the beat. 
You brought your hands up to his chest, smoothing out the dress shirt he was wearing. “He’s not that bad. Just excited to meet you.”
Jamie looked over your head to see Kevin was still looking over at you. Jamie’s arms tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. He felt your hands on his jaw as you pulled him to look down at you. 
“Jamie?” 
“Hm?”
“Are you jealous?”
Jamie quirked an eyebrow up, smirking. “And why shouldn’t I be?” 
He spun you around and brought you so your back was flush with his chest. You gasped, letting your head fall back against his shoulder as his hands slid down the front of your body. He continued moving the two of you to the beat of the music as his lips came down to your ear. 
“You see Kevin over there?” He kissed the back of your neck, relishing the shudder it drew from you. “He’s been staring at you all night. Cause you look so fucking sexy.” His lips moved over your skin. “So fucking beautiful.” Another kiss to your neck “And everyone in this room wants a taste of you.” He watched your eyes flutter close as he continued to kiss and nip on the skin behind your ear. “That’s why I’m jealous.” 
Your eyes shot open when you realized what he was doing. “Did you just give me a hickey?” You brought a hand up to where he’d been sucking on your skin and felt the welt growing under your fingers. “Jamie!”
He snickered, kissing the mark, happy with his work. “Gotta make sure everyone here knows you’re taken, love.”
“You are unbelievable, what are we teenagers?” 
He looked over and saw that Kevin had looked away, he couldn’t help but feel victorious as he guided you back to facing him.
“You’re really jealous, aren’t you?” you giggled, kissing his cheek. Now it was Jamie’s turn to duck away but you grabbed his jaw and pulled him back to you. “Baby.”
You knew Jamie too well to know that his preening was his insecurity shining through. As much as you loved when his strong arms kept you tight and safe against his firm chest, you knew that he just wanted to know you weren’t going to leave him. 
“Corse I’m jealous,” Jaime mumbled, resting cheek against your temple. “I know that you could do better than me.”
You let out a deep sigh. How was this man, that you held so much love for, unable to see that there was no way that you could leave him. There was no one better for you than him. You wrapped your hands up so they tangled in his hair, holding his head against you as comb through his locks.
“Jamie, you know that’s not true,” you reassured him, pressing kisses to his face. “I could never leave you.” 
“Kevin showed up on time,” Jamie pointed out. You could feel his pout against your cheek and you chuckled.
“Kevin is an ass,” you reminded him. He chuckled, pulling back from you so he could look at you clearly. 
He looked around the club - the club both of you seemed to have forgotten you were in. He grabbed your hands and pulled them up to his lips. 
“Let’s get you a drink, love.” He started pulling you towards the bar. 
You nodded and started to follow him. “Wait, one more thing.”
You yanked him back to you, kissing him firmly. He caught you easily, his hands struggled for a moment to find their placement but he brought one hand sliding between your shoulder blades up to your neck and the other wrapping around your waist to hold you against him. You quickly lost control of the kiss, only able to circle his shoulders, as his hands continued to move around your body. He moved his head back and forth, kissing you firmly and passionately. Finally he pulled back and rested his head on your forehead, noses touching, before coming down one more time for a softer kiss. When he pulled back, you were staring, a little dazed as you smiled. 
“What was that one for, love?” He asked, picking a stray hair off your face. 
“Hm?”
“That kiss?”
“Oh! Molly was looking at you for a little too long,” you explained, raising your eyebrows at him. 
“Alright! Okay!” Jamie rolled his eyes, grabbing your hands again. “Now who’s jealous?” 
Just imagine this for that last kiss:
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loveysloveclub · 5 months
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dress - luca fantilli
in which, you’ve always been in love with your best friend, but he’s never felt the same.
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you couldn't remember life before loving luca fantilli. he had been your best friend before you liked him, but even then, you loved him. the two of you grew up together and did everything together, so it was no surprise to anyone when you joined him and his little brother, adam, in moving to michigan for college.
your crush on the boy, while mind numbingly severe, was painfully kept a secret. you watched girlfriends and flings come and go, even having a few boyfriends yourself (though they never lasted long). you sat idly by for the majority of your life and watched him fall in and out of love with every girl but you. but even during this, he still made time for you.
your college roommate, a short brunette girl named charlotte, zipped up the zipper of your little black dress. the two of you were getting ready for another college party, one that luca had invited you to. he invited you to all of them, you not having many friends throughout the campus.
"girl, you look gorgeous. fantilli won't know what hit him." charlotte winked before disappearing into the small bathroom the two girls shared. you smiled at her words, but still tugged down at the fabric unsurely. luca would do the same dance he always did, he would greet you once arriving and then after an hour or two of clinging to your side, a nice, pretty girl would catch his attention and you wouldn't see him until the next day.
the college party, being held at the house all the sophomores on the hockey team resided at, was in full swing by the time you showed up. the house was overly crowded, and pushing passed people in the hallways to get to the main part of the house proved to be a mission. your hand clung on for dear life as charlotte guided you through the masses, mumbling small apologies to people you bumped into along the way.
your eyes immediately searched the crowds for luca, but you couldn't seem to find him.
"sofia! charlotte!" your eyes snapped towards dylan duke, who was charging towards you and your roommate with open arms. a small smile tugged at your lips as you laughed, allowing the drunk boy to wrap you both up in a group hug.
"holy drunkeness." charlotte mumbled as she pulled away, a teasing smile rested on her lips. "how you doing, duker?" you asked the clearly intoxicated boy, who spent the next two minutes drunkenly rambling on about how he had never been better.
"where's luca?" you hated how you asked, how you had to know, but dylan paid no mind to it as he responded. "disappeared outside with some girl from msu, total catch. sucks she's interested in luca of all people." dylan snorted before wondering off.
catching your face before you fell, you turned to charlotte, who was looking at you with a pitiful glance, "i'm gonna go get a drink."
you didn't give her a chance to respond before you were shoving through the masses once more, arriving at a table with a bunch of drinks. picking what seemed to be a clean red solo cup, you began to make the strongest drink you knew you could handle, chugging it before making another.
"sof?"
great, the man of the hour.
pretending you didn't hear the fantilli boy, you began making a third drink before a hand stopped you. "what's wrong?'
"nothings wrong." you mumbled as you freed your hand from his grip and turned to leave, but either he didn't get the hint or simply didn't care as he followed you. "i think somethings wrong."
"don't you have somewhere to be? someone to see?" and with that, you lost him in the crowd.
for the rest of the night, you did a good job at pretending to have fun, avoiding luca and getting drunk. you were a light weight, so it didn't take much for you to be to the point where you were stumbling out the back door, into the quietness of the night.
only a few people lingered outside, but none even spared a glance at the stumbling girl as she took a seat on a random chair. you watched from afar as people laughed with each other and whispered sweet nothings, a small and alcohol induced smile tugging at your lips.
"i've been looking for you all night." you jumped at the sound of his voice, turning your head to glance at the blonde boy. even though you were mad at him, for reasons you didn't have the right to be angry at him for, your drunken state couldn't help but smile up at him.
"hi lulu."
the boy scoffed, "you're drunk."
"no, i'm having fun."
"no, you're drunk and you've been avoiding me all night."
you let out a groan, rolling your eyes as you angled your head to look at the sky above you. "why are you mad at me?"
this conversation seemed to be a common occurence between you and luca lately, but he got under your skin like no other. especially when there was another girl involved.
"i'm not mad at you."
"yes, you are."
"maybe you're the drunk one, cause i'm perfectly fine." you shot back. you could see him visibly tense, which means he was getting annoyed and you knew you should just apologise and everything would go back to normal. but you were torturing yourself with normal, you were sick of normal.
"i think you forget that i know you. you're my best friend, i know when you're upset."
if he knew you so well, then he should know that you hated that word. 'best friend'. it only reminded you of all the things you wanted but would never be able to have.
sighing once, you glanced away from the boy. "i don't want to be your best friend anymore." slurring your words slightly, you braced yourself for the impact of the rejection you was sure to come. what you didn't expect was for his entire face to drop and for him to begin walking off in the other direction.
noticing your mistake, you jumped to your feet quickly. the suddenness of your movements mixed with the amount of alcohol you had drunken in the passed two hours making your head spin and your feet to trip over one another. catching yourself before you made a bigger fool out of yourself, you called out to luca. "wait!"
the boy stopped in his pace to get away from you, turning to look at you with angry eyes. "that's not what i meant. i-"
here was your chance, but you couldn't get it out.
"i don't want you like a best friend."
the anger in his face was replaced by confusion in an instant and you suddenly felt ill. you wanted to crawl up in a ball and die because either way tonight, you were losing your best friend. he either left thinking you didn't want him in your life or he rejected you and the humiliation would be enough to sever your friendship. your hands shook as you rocked back and forth, anxiety thawed at your insides as you chewed on the inside of your cheek.
why was he just standing there? why isn't he saying anything? does he not understand? god, this is humiliat-
"sof?"
and suddenly everything stopped. you glanced up from your feet as he made his way over to you before stopping in front of you.
"i don't want you like a best friend, either."
upon realising what he was referring to, a smile tugged at your lips and a laugh escaped you. "you couldn't have said that like three minutes ago, you scared the shit out of me!" wacking him in the arm, the movement disrupting your still body and sending you stumbling. luca grabbed you by your waist, rolling his eyes playfully. "yeah, let's get you home."
digging your feet into the ground, you glanced up at him, "one more thing."
standing on your tippy toes you connected your lips with his, the boy smiling into the kiss.
seven year old you was currently dying of a heart attack.
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uramilf · 8 months
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Dangerous Game - Matty Healy x reader smut
A/N: Guys this is FILTHY. Like the most unhinged deranged smut I’ve written so far, fair warning. It’s set around Christmas 2022 as it mentions the guests at the UK atvb tour, just for context xx
Warnings: SMUT. Cheating (yes cheating is wrong but it’s just a story, if you don’t like it don’t read it please!) Some BDSM, cockwarming, light anal AH SOZ, spanking, oral (f&m receiving), unprotected sex, spitting, biting etc, degredation, dom!Matty
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Stepping out of the lift, I straightened my skirt and checked my hair in the reflection of the shiny metal doors as they closed. I was playing a dangerous game with the short skirt and tight blouse, but I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride on catching a glimpse of myself.  A few months into working at Dirty Hit as Matty’s assistant, and I still tried my hardest to look nice when I knew I would be with him. I knew it was wrong. Every morning I left my own boyfriend in our shared bed after he told me how beautiful I looked. He looked prefect on paper apart from the fact that he wasn’t Matty, and that I often wondered during sex if Matty would do a better job. Sometimes I wanted to tell him exactly who I was trying to look beautiful for, so that I would be free to do whatever I wanted with my gorgeous co-worker. But even then, I wouldn’t be able to make a move on him. He had a girlfriend too, Ella. And she was perfect, a literal model. He wouldn’t even look twice at me.
I walked into the Matty and George’s small shared office. I loved George, but I was glad he was taking the day off for once. Matty looked up from his laptop when I entered. “Morning, love. You look pretty.” “Thanks,” I laughed, sitting down opposite him, trying not to let my face turn red or allow him to see how thrilled I was. “Busy day today?” “Not hugely. Still a few things to sort out for tour, but y’know, I’m getting there,” “That’s good,” I nodded, opening my own laptop. It was never awkward with him, but there was a certain tension in the air every time we were alone. It was as if he could tell that I was actively trying to act appropriately around him, and maybe like he was doing the exact same thing.
We worked quietly for 20 minutes, and as I was checking the guestlists for each show I noticed that his girlfriend’s name was missing. “Hey, Ella’s not on the guestlist for the first London show. Should I put her on?” Matty looked up abruptly, jaw clenching slightly at the mention of her name. Had something happened between them? He relaxed his face and his eyes softened when he saw my worry. “Um, no thanks love. She’ll be out of the city for a few days. Visiting family.” I saved the document and shut the laptop, standing up from my desk. “I’m gonna go get a coffee, you coming?” “Sure, babe. Two minutes.” BABE? What the fuck was he trying to do to me? I didn’t know how long I could stay around Matty without accidentally telling him exactly how I felt about him. A feeling of guilt overcame me and I shook all thoughts of Matty from my head. 
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On the way back from our coffee run, Matty and I stood quietly together waiting for the lift. When we had been walking back from the Starbucks down the street, our hands had brushed each other multiple times and it was all I could do to not kiss him right then and there. The lift doors opened, and we stepped in. I opened my mouth to speak but Matty didn’t give me the chance. He grabbed my waist and pushed me against the wall, staring straight down into my eyes. “Fuck this,” he almost spat at me. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t pretend there’s nothing going on with us anymore.” I felt as though my throat was closing over. “Matty,” I said in a voice which was barely a whisper. His eyes softened. “Matty, I have a boyfriend. You have a girlfriend.” His jaw tensed again. “She left me. She left because she could see how badly I wanted you. And as for your boyfriend, are you seriously saying you’d rather have him than me?” I raised an eyebrow. “What? You know I’m right. He’s too boring for you. And he doesn’t look at you the way I do. Shit, can he even make you cum?”
The lift doors opened and he sprung away from me, leaving me with wide eyes and red cheeks. Jamie got in the lift as we got out, and I prayed he hadn’t seen anything.  “Morning, you two. Y/n, have you had a chance to look over those guest lists?” “Yep, all done,” I managed to say, voice breaking under the pressure of nearly being caught with Matty’s hands on my waist and lips a fraction of an inch from mine. The second we made it back to the office I turned and locked the door. “You’re right,” I blurted out. He looked at me with raised eyebrows.  “Yeah?” he smirked, approaching me like an animal stalking its prey. I felt small, but safe, around him; like I knew he could absolutely ruin my life, but chose not to. Like he could turn around now and tell me he was joking, and that he didn’t really want me. But he didn’t. Instead he shoved me back against the wall, the cold surface touching my bare thighs and making me shiver. “Right about what, exactly?” “He can’t make me cum,” I whispered, not looking him in the eye.  “Right.” Matty lifted my chin and forced me to look into his eyes, “And why is that, I wonder?”
“Because he’s not you.”
Matty kissed me then; hard, rough, needy. His hips rolled into mine as his tongue slipped into my open mouth, brushing against my own. I moaned into his mouth and he grabbed at my waist eagerly. One of my hands tangled in his hair, the other feeling desperately up and down his bicep, which seemed to have grown a lot recently. Shit, all that working out was doing wonders for him. Matty’s hips bumped into me again and he groaned. I could feel him getting hard in his black trousers and a wave of heat rushed through me. Just as the kiss was deepening, his phone rang. He pulled away, fumbling in his pocket and rolling his eyes. “Hello?” he snapped. “Oh, hi mate. Sure. Yep. I’ll be there in a second.” “Everything okay?” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Adam’s outside. Says he’s got some paperwork or something I need to look over before tour. I’m gonna run down and grab it, okay babe?”
When he left, I checked my phone and sighed. My boyfriend had texted: Miss you baby. When u coming home? I texted back: Miss you too, not sure yet, pretty busy here x I still felt a little guilty, but slightly less so after feeling Matty so close to me like that. After a few minutes of me trying to calm myself after our encounter, Matty walked back through the door. I draped my arm around his neck and kissed him again, but he pulled away after a few seconds. “Hey gorgeous, can we finish this later, yeah? I have so much fucking work to get through here.” “Oh. Yeah, sure.” “Sorry, babe. You know I want you, like, right now. But Adam’s shitting himself about getting this all done. In the meantime can you get Taylor, Lewis and Charli’s teams on the phone and go over the details for the UK shows, please?” “Of course,” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat. Back to being an assistant. Maybe he didn’t want me that badly after all. 
I was wrong. 20 minutes into my phone calls with various celebrities’ teams and managers, Matty sighed and looked up at me. “Fuck, babe. I can’t work when you’re sat there looking like that. C’mere.” I stood up and walked to his desk, sitting down on the edge. “What’s wrong?” I smiled teasingly. Matty laughed and gestured to the obvious bulge in his trousers.  “But you have so much work to do!” I feigned shock and Matty rolled his eyes. “I know that was a dig at me, but you’re actually right. It’s ok, I think we can do both.” I raised an eyebrow as he unbuckled his belt and tugged his trousers and boxers down. That shut me up. He was huge, dripping precum, a thick vein running up the side of his cock from base to tip.  “Sit,” he commanded. I wasted no time in doing what I was told, straddling his lap and grinding down on him, my clothed core rubbing against his cock. He let out a deep groan from the back of his throat. “Darling, if you want me all to yourself tonight, you need to let me get my work done. Sit.” This time I lifted my hips and positioned myself right over his cock, pulling my thong to the side and sinking down onto him. We groaned out in sync as a wave of pleasure washed over us both. I mentally begged him to move, to do something. But I knew he wouldn’t. I sat there whining into his ear and clenching around him for a further ten minutes. I tried to sneak my hand down to touch my clit but he grabbed my wrist and threw it back over his shoulder. “Behave,” he smirked, not looking up from his computer. 
Finally, Matty finished what he was doing and looked up at me, still perched on his lap, trying not to grind my hips downwards. “The rest of this can wait until tomorrow. It’s time you got some attention, yeah baby?” He moved his laptop, notebooks and papers to the side and lifted me by the waist onto the desk, pushing my shoulders so I ended up flat on my back with my legs spread, him now standing between them. I whined at the empty feeling and Matty shushed me gently before pushing into me again. He threw his head back as he thrusted into me. I wasn’t used to the stretch required for me to fit around his cock, and it felt perfect. The sound of our combined moans and his skin hitting mine filled the room, but neither of us cared to stay quiet. Matty pulled out of me again and I could have screamed in frustration, but he didn’t give me time to complain.
“Hands and knees,” he commanded, and I obeyed. He groaned when I pushed my ass towards him and placed a firm smack there, making me giggle with giddy anticipation. Instead of fucking me again, Matty sat down in his chair so his face was level with my cunt and leaned forward to lick a stripe straight up my core.  “Shit! Oh, Matty, please!” His tongue teased at my entrance, flicking back and forth, his rough, calloused hand sneaking around to find my clit and rub light circles over it.  “Does he ever do this to you, baby?” “Yes,” I gasped. “But it doesn’t feel as good as this.” Matty’s tongue ventured further away from my cunt and I gasped. “Matty, wait. No one’s ever done that to me before.” “Ssh, baby. You’ll like it.” With that he flicked his wet tongue over my asshole, making me scream out.  “Oh fuck!” He did it again, and again, building up speed into a proper rhythm. The thought of letting a guy ever do this to me had never even crossed my mind, but holy fuck, it felt good. As he continued to kitten lick over my hole, he thrusted two fingers into my wet cunt and I could feel myself tipping over the edge at last.  “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I cried out, nails digging into the cold wood of the desk, clenching around Matty’s fingers. My vision was overcome with a bright white heat as I came on Matty’s hand, screaming his name. He pulled his fingers out of me and I saw him flick his tongue over them, closing his eyes in bliss. “Fuck, you taste good.” He placed his thumb on my lip and whispered “open,” before spitting into my mouth. “Don’t you think you taste good, love?” I swallowed and nodded quietly, eyes never leaving his.
Matty gave me some time to recover, but I noticed he was still hard. He was the first guy to give me an orgasm in six months, as my boyfriend was seriously lacking in experience and confidence. I wasn’t gonna let the favour not be returned. I pulled my skirt back down to cover my thighs and dropped to my knees in front of Matty. He was in the midst of pulling his boxers back up over his hard-on, but I stopped him. “Fuck, babe. You’re so desperate for me you should be ashamed of yourself,” Matty smirked down at me. I just rolled my eyes and licked his tip, relishing the sound he made. I tested the waters, taking his tip fully into my mouth and sucking. I could taste his salty precum and moaned around his cock, making him echo the sound. Slowly taking more of him into my mouth, I looked up at him through my eyelashes to see his head tipped back, eyes shut in ecstasy. His hands found their way to my hair and grabbed a fistful each, forcing me down further. He hit the back of my throat and I gagged a little. A groan of “Good fucking girl” made its way to my ears. He guided my head up and down, fucking roughly into my mouth.  “Fuck, I’m so close,” he stuttered, his cock twitching in my mouth. He spilled his cum onto my tongue with a loud moan of my name and I pulled away, swallowing while staring straight into his eyes. “C’mere,” he breathed heavily, pulling me up to stand close to him. He grabbed me by the hips and kissed me hard.
“You’re actually incredible, you know that, right?” Matty asked softly, brushing my hair behind my ear. I didn’t look at him, just smiling. “Have you never been told that before?” “Not really, no.” “Well you deserve someone who’s gonna tell you that every day of your fucking life, darling.” “Someone like you?” I grinned. “Exactly,” he smiled back.
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I hadn’t gone back to Matty’s house. It seemed too obvious. Instead I headed home and changed into a tight dress and put some makeup on, some stupid excuse about meeting up with work friends for a drink spilling out of my mouth. It wasn’t entirely a lie. 
Matty had opened his front door and pulled me inside before I even had a chance to knock, lips meeting mine immediately. He was still in his work clothes. Not for long, I decided. He dragged me upstairs into his bedroom, shoving me down on the bed and yanking off his shirt and tie. I almost let out a moan at the sight of his toned stomach and muscular, tattooed arms. He slipped my feet out out my shoes and kissed all the way from my ankle to my thigh, pulling my dress, stepping back in feigned shock when he saw my lack of underwear.  “Someone’s being a bit cheeky tonight,” he whispered. “It gets worse, no bra either,” I joked. “Fuck!” Matty exclaimed, reaching down to pull my dress straight over my head. He stood there with his mouth open for a moment or two at the sight of my tits moving with my deep breaths. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered, grabbing my thighs and spreading my legs. He knelt on the bed between them and dropped down to take one of my nipples into his mouth, one hand trailing down my stomach towards my clit. He continued to suck on the skin of my breast and circle my clit with his thumb as I moaned out his name. “Fuck darling, you make the prettiest noises.” Matty moved up to my neck to place a messy kiss there, and I cried out when he sunk his teeth into my skin. He stood up to undo his belt, but kept his trousers on. I raised an eyebrow. “Pretty girl, I think it’s time you got a little punishment for all the times you’ve given me a fucking boner in work this week.” My eyes widened in shock. “Four times this week, babe. It’s only Wednesday.” He reached for his tie from the floor and told me to get in the same all-fours position I had been in earlier. This time, he grabbed my wrists and tied them together behind my back, forcing my head down into the mattress.  “Okay, pretty girl. You’ve got me all worked up four times this week, and I’m starting to think you’re doing it on purpose. So I want you to count your punishments, okay?” I nodded, letting out an excited whimper. I heard the belt buckle clink and clenched my cunt around nothing. A sharp sting landed on my ass and I yelped. “Count.” “One,” I breathed. Another. “Two.” Another. “Three.” “One more, babe, You’re doing well.” He brought the thick leather down on my soft skin once more, the sensation burning pleasurably.  “Four.” “Good girl.”
Matty grabbed my tied wrists and pulled me up so my face was no longer in the sheets. “Are you gonna take my cock again like a good little slut?” I just whined in response. “Words,” he grunted. “Or do I need to remind you what your punishment is?” “Yes, Matty. I’ll be good for you,” I whimpered. He let go of my wrists, my upper half dropping back onto the mattress. Without warning, he pushed into me hard and established a fast, steady rhythm. I cried out as he found my g-spot effortlessly.  “Fuck Matty!” This only encouraged him, and he thrusted deeper, harder, all the while groaning my name. He alternated between grabbing handfuls of my ass and placing firm slaps there. Each time he hit me I clenched hard around him, ripping a moan from his throat. 
After around ten minutes of hard, rough, rhythmic thrusting, Matty grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled out of me, cumming all over my back. “Fuck, love. How are we ever gonna share an office again without me getting a boner?” I laughed at him while he untied my wrists, wincing when his hand brushed the sore skin of my ass.  “Oh, darling, I’m sorry if I hurt you. I know I can go overboard sometimes.” “Are you seriously apologising for the best sex of my life right now?” Matty grinned at this. “Are you joking?” “Absolutely not. You’ve met my partner, you know he’s not doing any of that.” I glanced at the clock. “Oh shit! He’s gonna be wondering where I am.” “Text him and say Charli drank too much and you’re staying with her to look after her. I’m not letting you go home by yourself at this time of night. Plus, I need to take care of my pretty girl.”
After I had made my excuses to my boyfriend, Matty cleaned me up in the bathroom and carried me back to his bed, tucking me in under the sheets and curling up beside me, his head on my chest. I had a hand in his hair and one of his was exploring the skin of my stomach underneath my borrowed t-shirt.
“Get some sleep, love,” Matty yawned. “You’re gonna be sore tomorrow.”
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20-th-centurygirl · 1 year
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please do a part 2 of facetime!
reunited
mason mount x fem!reader
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warnings: smut, fluff
summary: Mason comes home and shows you just how much he missed you, pt1 of facetime
a/n: hiii!! so, i managed to write this with a small shred of motivation but i have been struggling with that atm so u might not see me for a while, but i promise i'll do my best to get back for u all. i love and appreciate every single one of you that reads my fics, likes reblogs them and follows me <33
part 1
masterlist
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You had been counting down the days, hours, minutes, seconds even until Mason got home and today was finally the day you'd get your boyfriend back home. After your rather intense phone call a few nights ago your need for Mason had grown to levels you didn't even realise were possible. You missed him dearly, wanting nothing more than to be in his arms, to tell him how much you loved him but the promise he'd made to you, telling you exactly what he was going to do had you soaked everytime you thought about it.
You sat on the sofa, one of Mason's hoodies being used to cover up your chelsea blue lingerie, one of Mason's favorites. You'd showered and got yourself ready as soon as you woke up, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to return.
"Y/N? I'm home." You practically ran to Mason, jumping up as his hands travelled to the backs of your bare thighs as yours went to the back of his neck, leaning in to kiss him desperately. He pulled back first to get his breath "hi." He grinned and a blush decorated your cheeks from the way you practically attacked him. "Hi, I missed you." You jumped down, standing back on the floor as Mason's hands went straight to your waist. "I can tell." He teased. "Mhm, cause you didn't ring me up just cause u were horny did you?" You raised your eyebrows, poking his nose as his face flushed red. "Actually, I think you should carry out your promise Mase, remember all those things you said you were gonna do to me? How good you were gonna make me feel?" Your voice had turned to a whisper, hands travelling up his chest as you unzipped his hoodie. He kicked his shoes off as you removed his hoodie then his shirt, leaving him clad in just his jogging bottoms. "I promised I would didn't I? Got to show my girl just how much I missed her." Your hand traced the tattoo on his side before fiddling with the waistband on his calvins. "Come on." He whispered into your ear before lifting you up bridal style, elicting a loud laugh from you as he carried you up to your shared bedroom.
He placed you down onto the floor, removing his bottoms as you took off your hoodie so you were both left in your underwear. His eyes widened as he saw you clad in his favorite set. "Fuck. You put this on just for me?" His hands trailed down your sides, fiddling with the lace of your thong. You nodded at him, a light blush decorating your face. He tilted your chin to look at him as he leaned over you "Use your words darling." The way his entire demeanour flipped in an instant left goosebumps all over your body. "Yes, I put it on just for you Mase. Only you Mase." You whispered, your face burning.
He leaned down, catching your mouth in a passionate, needy kiss. His knee nudged you backwards, your calves hitting the end of the bed as you fell back, sitting patiently as Mason stared down at you. The way his eyes were a perfect mixture of love and lust drove you insane. His hands travelled to the clasp of your bra, undoing it and letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud. He kissed your collarbones before placing featherlight kisses to your boobs. "Lie down for me sweetheart." You did as he asked, still unsure about what mood he was in. You couldn't quite workout if he was going to be more dominant or more loving, not really bothered with a dominant or submissive role.
He stood over you, eyes taking in the sight of your bare chest. "You're so fucking gorgeous. Can't believe I get to call you mine." He muttered as he kneeled down, pulling you by your ankles to the end of the bed, resting your thighs on his shoulders. His fingers trailed up your thighs, pulling down your thong. His finger trailed up your slit, "such a pretty pussy, hm?" shyness had completely taken over, feeling vulnerable despite all the times you and Mason had been in this exact position. "answer me darling, or I'll happily just get in a cold shower and leave you be." He was in an extremely teasing mood, making you scream internally. "Yes, all yours Mason. Please." You whimpered as his middle finger lazily rubbed at your clit. "Please what?" "Please, I need you." "Which part of me do you need love?" His tone slightly patronising. He was always going to give you what you wanted, he was desperate himself and pleasing you gave him immense pleasure. "Your mouth, please Mason" He smirked, knowing how much it annoyed you when he made you beg for him.
"Whatever you want princess." His hands rested on your thighs as he pressed a delicate kiss to your clit before catching it in his lips, sucking like his life depended on it. Your hands ran to his hair immediately, tugging on it as Mason held you down. With each tug he groaned against you, the vibrations driving you insane. He pulled off, smirking up at you as he effortlessly slid one of his fingers inside you. The loud moan you let out motivated him to add another, curling them both in a way that perfectly hit that spot deep inside you. He leaned back down, latching onto your clit as he moved his fingers effortlessly inside you. "Oh my god. Maze you feel so good" your back arched off the bed, the grip you had on his hair becoming borderline painful for Mason but he didn't dare complain, instead he revelled in the way he was making you feel.
Due to the duration of time you'd had to wait to be in this situation and the sheer talent that Mason had you were coming undone very quickly. Mason knew before you did, the way your moans gradually became higher pitched and more hoarse and the way you clenched around his fingers were telling signs. "You gonna cum for me beautiful?" You could only nod, feeling far too much pleasure to even attempt to string a sentence together. "Go on babygirl, let that pretty pussy cum all over my fingers sweetheart." His words had you like a waterfall and your eyes rolled impossibly far back in as your hips bucked up trying to get as much contact as possible. Your thighs shook violently as you moaned wildly, Mason's actions not halting once. It was only when you physically pulled him off you that he stopped, resting his head on your thigh as he watched you come down, smiling contently to himself with the knowledge he could make you feel so good with only his mouth and two fingers.
"You okay baby?" He asked, crawling back on top of you. "Yeah, that was incredible". A wide smirk grew on his face "you ready for another one." His hands trailing down your sides and you nodded. "That's my girl." He lined himself up with your entrance, locking his eyes with you and you nodded, knowing that was his silent confirmation that you definitely wanted him.
The sound you let out when he finally filled you up was nothing short of pornographic. "Mase, fuck you're so big" You whimpered, gripping onto his back as you wrapped your legs around his waist. "So good for me y/n. Always so fucking good" He moaned out, his gaze burning into yours as he aggressively pounded into you.
He suddenly pulled out, causing you to whine but you soon realised what he was doing. He stood on the floor at the end of your bed, pulling you down by your ankles before sliding back into you as your eyes squeezed shut. The sounds of skin slapping drowned out both of your moans as he trailed his hand up to your cheek, catching a few stray tears with his thumb. "You're so pretty. Always so beautiful like this, letting me fuck you like this. Only ever me cause you're my beautiful girl" His words melted your heart, the contrast between his words and his actions driving you absolutely insane. When his hand travelled to grip your throat you thought you'd died and gone to heaven.
"Mase I'm so close" You whimpered, grabbing his arm with both hands so you had something to ease the intense orgasm you were about to experience. "I know baby me too, come on" His hips snapped forwards at a pace you didn't even know was possible, both of you moaning wildy.
Mason had to pull out almost immediately to stop his legs buckling, so he moved to lie down, gesturing for you to lie on top of him. "You okay? Not hurting or anything? I went a bit rougher than normal" He asked as he stroked your hair lazily. You shook your head "no, it was great. Missed you loads." "I missed you too baby. Come on, i'll go and run us a bath and we can have a proper catch up yeah?" You nodded against his chest, his thoughtfulness warming your heart. "Might have to carry me though, not sure I can walk" "I can live with that darling."
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superhaught · 8 days
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You Hang the Stars in the Sky
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Pairing: Reneé Rapp x Reader
Warnings: none, just fluff
Word Count: 1400
Reader replaces Towa Bird at the Oscars after party as Reneé's guest. Established relationship.
Just a short little thing I wrote while depressed post-Oscars because I like hurting my own feelings.
The only thing that was keeping you grounded in this moment was her pinkie finger twined tightly with yours. You stood side by side with your girlfriend as you waited in line to have your photos taken at the Vanity Fair red carpet for the Oscars after party. 
Reneé, of course, looked stunning as always. She was in a gorgeous white dress with an intoxicating plunging neckline, black heels and her trademark simple, yet elegant, smokey makeup. She had hair extensions that went down to her mid-back and you had been absentmindedly playing with her hair all night, whenever you could.
You felt fine with how you were styled. You were in a flattering suit that complimented Reneé’s fit well, your hair done just so, light makeup to just conceal and brighten… but this whole experience was so far beyond anything that Nae and her team could have prepared you for. 
All around you were blinding lights and flashing cameras, people yelling, celebs everywhere you looked. Even Reneé was feeling the anxiety and she was much more familiar with how to navigate these events than you were. 
You knew that your life was going to flip upside down when you started dating, you weren’t foolish in that regard. Being with Reneé for the duration of her Europe tour the past month meant that people had been looking your way and starting to talk, but you felt assured by the fact that Reneé wasn’t pressed about making a big deal out of going public. She just wanted you two to live your lives together and she didn’t want you to worry about things that were outside of your control. 
Europe was a whirlwind. What was once just a lifelong friendship between you and Reneé suddenly exploded into more shortly before she was getting ready to leave for tour. Her asking you to travel with her was a spur of the moment decision, but one that neither of you regretted in the slightest. 
She had said that you were her saving grace during it. You took care of her when she was sick, made sure she was resting enough, encouraged her to say something about the less than ideal signs that had started showing up at the shows, and just generally loved her and looked out for her. You had said, “I’m just doing what anyone would do for you.” But she insisted that, “no, they wouldn’t.” There were depths to that statement that hit hard for you both, and you realized that she was just as deeply into this relationship as you were.
Now that you were back in the states and things between you had only gotten more serious, your famous girlfriend had warned you that the attention on you might get crazy really fast, and she was right.
You weren’t famous. You weren’t even famous-adjacent. You were just Reneé’s person. And now, you were standing on a red carpet with her and doing everything in your power to not completely dissociate. 
You stood at her side and warped your arm around the small of her back as she gently settled her fingertips into the hair at the back of your neck, moving them in soothing circles, letting your hair twirl around her fingers to calm and ground you. You echoed the motion with your hand on her back, falling into old habits of wordlessly comforting each other through moments of anxiety. 
You tried not to look dead in your face. You tried to look light and joyful and grateful. But every camera flash stung your eyes and every single photographer was screaming at your girlfriend in a way that made your blood boil. 
You could hardly tolerate the way that these people speak to Reneé. And frankly, Reneé was much more prone to flying off the handle than you were so you couldn’t really fathom how she could get through things like this. 
You glanced over at the blonde and quickly got an inkling for how she managed. She was dissociating, as best as she could anyway. She had learned to master the facial expression that wasn’t really a smile but still looked pretty. She kept her eyes loosely focused and her mouth relaxed. She ignored the shouting photographers and just took things at her own pace, posing the way that she wanted to, not really giving thought to whether the photographers got the shots that they wanted. 
In that moment, you made the conscious decision to switch tactics. You gave up looking out at the cameras and just started to look at her. Everything got easier, then. Everything was easy when your focus was Reneé. You just looked at her gorgeous blue eyes and the highlight on her cheekbones and the softness of her lips and the slope of her shoulders and everything was all right. Your genuine smile formed on your face and when Reneé caught your gaze on her, she couldn’t help but smile genuinely, too, laughing sweetly at your expression and taking a second to nuzzle her face against yours as if no one else was there.
She guided you through the rest of the whole ordeal which you desperately needed. When you finally exited the red carpet area, you both took deep breaths and squeezed each others’ hands. You kept a hold of her hand and guided her down some steps, being careful to watch her footing so that the combination of her heels and floor-length dress wouldn’t trip her. 
She sighed at the bottom of the staircase and finally spoke to you, now that it was just the two of you and her agent, “well, that will be a hard-launch if I’ve ever seen one.”
You raise an eyebrow, “what do you mean?”
She giggled, “at the end there, you were looking at me like I hang the stars in the sky. I don’t think anyone will be doubting our relationship anymore.”
You smile and nod your head, “ah…” suddenly, you felt panicked, “wait, is that okay? I didn’t-”
Reneé cut you off, “baby, of course it’s okay. Don’t worry,” she squeezed your hand, “I want everyone to know that you’re mine, and I’m yours…”
You nod again, feeling the anxiety ease a little, “okay… are you sure?”
Reneé stopped walking and turned her body to face you directly, pulling you forward by your hands so that you were close to one another, “I’m sure, c’mere.”
She reached out and placed a hand on the side of your neck. Shivers raced down your spine from the touch of her fingers and the cool metal of her rings. She pulled you in and kissed your lips gently, lovingly. You melted into her like always, your hands instinctively finding their home at her hips and lightly tugging her even closer to you. She smiled in the midst of the kiss and caressed her thumb over your skin, and rubbed her other hand along your upper arm. 
She was everything. At the end of the day, she was all that mattered. You would brave any storm for her, and you’d never want anything about her career to change for your sake, but you were very lucky that Reneé valued your personal lives and your security as a couple a lot. You knew that she wouldn’t jeopardize what you had together, and you promised her that she would never have to choose between you and her work. 
When the kiss you shared came to an end, you met each other's eyes and smiled adoringly at one another. 
“I love you, Nae,” you state, “thank you.”
“I love you too. Thank you for being here with me.”
You nod and lift her hand to your lips, placing gentle kisses on the back of her hand and her knuckles. She smiled and fixed some of your hair, inducing a flood of butterflies in your stomach. She could always do that to you, without even trying. And when she was trying, forget it. 
You met her eyes and said, “for the record, you do hang the stars in the sky.” 
The blonde rolled her eyes at your cheesy line and then pecked a kiss onto your cheek, “you sap,” she joked, “now come on, let’s go party and enjoy ourselves, yeah? You up for it, baby?” 
You crack a smile and nod, “of course, angel.”
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messy kisses [j.gutiérrez x reader]
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prompt: jana does your makeup and then you two mess it up.
author notes: there is no tigres fanfiction and that's actually disgraceful 💔 so i decided it's my job to introduce the girlies to woso tumblr, starting with my babygirl jana. enjoy it y'all, it's a cute lil fic! P.S. i know nothing about makeup so don't kill me if this is inaccurate thanks! (and badly translated spanish, duolingo is my worst enemy).
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"if you poke my eye with that, i will hit you," you move your face out of the way of the eyeliner in jana's hand. she was trying to do your makeup for the first time ever after begging you, but it wasn't going so well so far.
"it wasn't even about to go into your eye. stop, amor," she giggles as her free hand moves your face back where she wants. placing a kiss on the corner of your eye which the eyeliner poked you. "it just feels like that sometimes," jana shrugs. adjusting herself on your lap as best as she could with your hands gripping her waist. still a frown sits on your lips as you look up at her. the woman was already pulling out her signature puppy eyes that you couldn't resist. you try to look away from her, but jana's hands are strong, so you couldn't even get out of her grasp.
jana mumbles a pretty please as she leans down and pecks your lips. pulling away with a small pout on her lips; puppy dog eyes and a pout? she was pulling out the big guns.
you just roll your eyes before throwing your head back against the couch, "ugh, fine, continue on. but if that thing pokes my eye, i'm calling the cops."
"you don't even like the cops, bebe," jana immediately gets back to working on your eyeliner. going slow so you could feel as comfortable as possible. "i like brooklyn nine-nine, so basically the same thing," you reply.
"so not the same thing, but keep telling yourself that," your girlfriend basically whispers as she focuses all her energy into doing the eyeliner. with comfortable silence settling in-between you two, it's easy for you to start to appreciate the cute face of your girlfriend. the mexican player have recently dyed her brunette hair red and the color was really doing wonders for her. of course jana is always gorgeous, but she has a new sparkle with the new hair color; it fits her. the cute habit of hers where she sticks out her tongue in concentration is showing as the eyeliner presses against your skin. you fight the urge to poke her tongue like you always do when that habit pops out, but you would rather not be poked in the eye so you don't.
it feels like an hour passed by the time jana is done. pulling away slightly to look at her work. "perfecto, te queda adorable," the redhead giggles. admiring how the black sharpens out your eye shape. now it's your turn to pout as you say, "okay, great, so does this mean we're done?"
"of course not, mi amor! i haven't even done your other eye yet," jana rolls her eyes. giving you a small pinch on the cheek. a light groan leaves your lips, pulling her hand away from your cheek. "babe, my love, my pretty girl, can we please just stop all this and go watch some netflix? i'll even massage your shoulders how you like it," you reason.
the mention of a massage almost makes jana give in, almost. however, of course she couldn't let you have a day of peace as she shakes her head. already getting back into position to do eyeliner on your bare eye.
"nope, just sit back and relax. just relax, bonita. i'm going to make you look better than an instagram model," jana says, her tongue already getting ready to poke out of the side of her mouth. you groan hearing her words, but still does exactly what she says. i mean she is your girlfriend.
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it takes way longer than it should for jana to finish the makeup; you kept trying to distract her and beg for her to just cuddle up with her, but the woman always refused. too determined to get the makeup on your skin.
a mix of pink and white eyeshadow sits on your eyelids while a rosy pink colors your lips. a dark shade of red lip liner sharpening out the pink color. you begged jana to not put any foundation or contour on you and she let you get that one little thing for this once, but the next time she does your makeup she's doing everything. regardless of your complaining.
now it was time for the final boss; "time for fake lashes, princesa," jana says mischievously, holding up a pack of the shall not be named item in her hand. she can already tell you are about to fight against this too with that scared expression on your face.
"babe, nooo!" you whine as she walks closer to you. you put your hands up, grabbing onto her waist. pulling her down onto the couch before straddling her. "even contour would have been better. can't we just do that instead?" you lay on top of her. forcing her down with your weight (those days at the gym have been helping out truly).
"nope, that offer expired when you said no the first time," the mexican player giggles. giving your cheek some kisses. "but babe.." you try one more time to change her mind, but nope. jana just kisses the tip of your nose when you pulled away to look at her.
"absolutely not. get up off of me and lay back, you know, just relax," she says.
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now jana is straddling you by the waist, giggling as you keep moving your face. trying to avoid your inevitable fate. it didn't matter if she needed to tape your face down to the couch, you were going to get these lashes on your face, no matter what.
"bonita, please, just calm down," the redhead tries to reason. using her free hand to grip onto your face, holding it still.
"no, babe, you don't get it! what if it glues on and never comes off?" you try to bite at her hand, but she pinches your cheek making you finally give in. letting out a soft hmph of annoyance as you can tell jana won't be letting up any time soon. "it wouldn't do that, my lashes are nice. i swear. just relax, bebe, i got you," she smiles. moving slightly to grab the lash glue bottle near your head.
you watch as she puts some of the glue on the lash strip, making sure it wasn't too much. then she leans down close to you; again her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth like it always does when she's concentrated. at least you will have a great view while being basically tortured.
finally jana puts a lash on your lash line, mumbling out a soft is this okay? as her eyes peer down at yours. "always, baby," you mumble back up at her. your hands holding onto her waist, rubbing gently on the skin there. once jana thinks she's been holding onto the lash long enough, she lets out. her hands going to hold onto your face. leaning down to kiss you.
you giggle into the kiss. the feeling of the lash on you doesn't feel bad; a little funny, but not bad. jana presses down on you, pulling away to look at your face fully.
"you're so pretty.. you know that right?" she says softly. one of her hands holding your face, her thumb playing with your lower lip. before you can even say some sarcastic comment, she says, "not because of the makeup or the single lash you have on," that makes you chuckle. "i'm just in love with your face and you and everything about you and just you. i don't know," she says softly.
"if you love me so much then you are going to not put that other lash on, right?"
"nope. i can't leave my baby with just one lash on," the mexican player laughs. leaning down to kiss the pout that sits on your face. grabbing another lash for your other eye. doing the same process of putting the glue onto the lash strip before putting onto you. letting it sit for a minute or two, jana giving a kiss as an reward for you being so still.
"now can we finally just go cuddle? i don't even want to wash this all off yet," you murmur as you pull her fully onto you.
"whatever you want, princesa," she says into your neck.
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you two are now cuddling on the makeshift bed in the living room. you have pushed all the parts of the couch together to make one huge cushion and just threw blankets and pillows over it. jana having grabbed some snacks from the kitchen so you two can munch while lazing around watching bottoms.
"between us, am i the loser girlfriend and you're my super hot cheerleader girlfriend or no?" you say as you lay your head on jana's chest. "loser girlfriend probably, but in a good way. i swear," she plays with your hair as her eyes focus on the tv screen.
your makeup was already a little smudged from laying your face against the redhead, but it wasn't that bad. that was until jana asks, "would you make a fight club just to get me to pay attention to you or no?"
"of course, babe. i would even beat your ass to show my love," you say. smiling once she leans down to kiss you. "very hot of me, huh?" you mumble against her lips.
"so hot," she mumbles back. moving her hand onto the back of your neck to pull you back into the kiss. it lasts long as you eventually have to pull away for air. panting as you admire how pretty jana looks; her lips slightly swollen.
"your lipstick.." she pouts as she looks at how smudged your lipstick and lip liner is now. "noo, my hard work," she rolls her eyes before giggling, "it's my fault i guess."
"all your fault. i didn't tell you to kiss me," you pull her back into a cuddle. jana wraps her arms around your waist, her turn to snuggle her face into your chest now.
"mhm, whatever, you're just too pretty and irresistible."
"whatever. shut up and watch the movie."
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