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freedomfireflies · 1 year

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Feel Me*

Summary: The fourth part to Teach Me*

The search for kinks has only just begun as you and your best friend Harry officially cross...The Line.

...so what happens when it's over?

Word Count: 5.7k

*Contains Mature and Explicit Content. Take care of yourself first, only consume what you feel comfortable with!*

“Wait…wait.”

Harry stills, muscles tensing beneath your touch as you take hold of his face and guide his eyes to yours.

And you give him a moment to really see. To really understand what it is he’s agreed to.

No, you’re not exactly taking his virginity, but…that doesn’t make this any less real. Any less important, and more than anything…you want to take care of him.

“What?” he pants after a minute more of silence. He’s anxious. Terrified of why you’ve stopped him, and perhaps terrified that you’ve changed your mind. “What, Bee?”

You roll your lips into your mouth and squeeze your palms against his cheeks. “I just…I wanna do this right, I wanna…I wanna make sure this is what you want.”

His brows pull together as he hovers above you, knee still firmly pressed between your thighs as his hands hold him above your quivering frame. “How could I not want you?”

And it’s a sweet thought, but it certainly doesn’t answer your question. “Come on, you know what I mean—”

“No,” he interjects, rather aghast. “No, I don’t. How could you—look, I know this is…for science…or whatever, but I’m not here for the fucking fun of it. Okay, I’m here because…I meant what I said. It can’t be anybody else. It has to be you.”

It has to be you. The second time he’s said it, and your mind goes fuzzy.

You don’t want it to mean anything—it can’t mean anything. It can’t…but what if you wanted it to?

“Fine,” you agree, feigning confidence as you tilt your chin up. “But if you’re gonna fuck me…then fuck me. Do it right. Make it worth it—ruin me.”

You sit up just enough to tilt your head, drag your nails down his jaw, and ghost your lips over his.

“I know you can.”

When you finally kiss him, you feel him slip back into that possessive headspace you’re growing so accustomed to.

And it’s…

Everything.

He sucks on your tongue, takes hold of your hip to grind you down against his knee, and he savors. He savors each fucking second of you and your body and your willingness to be devoured.

He wants to devour you and you can’t fucking wait.

“How do you want it, hm?” he murmurs against your mouth, and your heart leaps into your throat. “How do you want me to fuck you? Just like this? Or do you want me to put you on your stomach? Take you from behind?”

Your cheeks warm at the tenacity in his voice. In the borderline possessive way he speaks, and you wonder how he’s so fucking good when he’s still so new to all this.

Perhaps he’s picked up a few things from porn, and while you’re almost amused, you’re mostly…grateful.

Because this Harry makes your stomach lurch, and your heart race, and your pussy flutter.

You shake your head, nose gently brushing back and forth against his as you do. “No. I’ve got a better idea.”

His brow cocks up as you place your hands on his chest and push him back.

You both straighten up into a sitting position before you give his chin a squeeze and nod toward the headboard.

“Go sit down for me, okay?” you instruct with a soft smile. “I’m gonna grab something.”

Curious but wildly intrigued, he nods faintly and retreats to the head of the bed.

And as he does, you slip off the mattress and make your way for the items beside his nightstand, rummaging through until you find what you’re looking for.

When you look back and meet his eye…your chest grows tight.

He’s mesmerized by you. So entranced by every move you make, and you’ll never be able to understand what his attention does to you. Why you feel so…worthy and important under his gaze.

His lashes flutter when he notices the object in your hand, that fervent hunger returning to his expression as you approach.

“What do you think?” you ask, kneeling beside his legs.

He almost smirks but seems to be too far gone in his fascination. “Yeah. For me or you?”

“You.” You move a bit closer. “If you’re okay with that.”

“Yes,” he breathes, head dropping back against the wall as he attempts to grab onto your body and bring you back to him. “Yeah. Whatever you wanna do, Bee. Trust you.”

Trust you. You feel somewhat relieved to know he’s still doing all right, and even more relieved to hear that he’s into it.

So, you nod your understanding, and unfurl the rope.

However, before you can go any further, you feel a firm squeeze to your side. “On one condition.”

You hesitate, lips parting as you wait for him to continue.

He then takes hold of your tank top and pinches the material tight between his fingers as he grins at you. “You have to take this off.”

With a snort, you swat his hands away to take hold of the hemline, peel it over your head, and toss it toward the floor.

And now…you’re completely naked to him.

You’d chosen to forgo a bra when getting dressed this morning. After all, it only would have slowed you down.

However, as his devious gaze falls down to your chest…you almost wish you would have brought one. If for no other reason than to give him a reason to pluck it from your body.

“Shit,” he exhales, nearly inaudible to your ears, but you do catch it. The same way you catch his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly.

You shift closer, running your hand down his shirt this time. “Your turn.”

With a soft laugh, he sits up, and reaches behind his head to hook his fingers around the collar. Then, in one, swift motion, he pulls it from his body, and tosses it right on top of yours.

You take a moment to admire the two items of clothing, messily strewn together across the floor.

It almost feels symbolic. Your clothes as intertwined as your bodies. Your lives.

Your hearts.

You look back, blinking the thought free as you clear your throat and motion toward the headboard once again. “Go on.”

Fighting off a grin, he scoots back down and brings his wrists to the wooden pole, watching closely as you begin to loop the rope.

You’re careful not to pull the knot too tight but still snug enough that it won’t easily unravel. And you watch his expression for any signs of pain or discomfort, more than pleased when you don’t find any.

In fact, he seems rather excited about the prospect of being restrained.

Although that could just be because your tits are in his face.

Once you’re sure his arms are secure and everything is the way it should be, you lean back…and stand up.

Rather confused, Harry’s brow raises as you begin to walk around the bed and toward the door to his room. “Bee…”

You glance over your shoulder and toss him a wink. “Don’t move.”

His disbelieving scoff calls out to you as you disappear into his apartment, followed by a very agitated, “Bee, do not fucking leave me here!”

You laugh.

When you return, you find him pouting rather adorably as he slumps against the mattress, eyes downcast toward his knees.

His head lifts when he hears you, expression lighting up like a lost puppy, and your heart wrenches at the way he attempts to squirm up.

“The fuck did you go?” he huffs as you make your way back to him. “’Cause if that’s one of the kinks…I did not like it.”

With a smirk, you shake your head, and swing your leg over his hip to straddle his waist like you had before.

However, your lack of quippy retort only makes his head cock, and he studies you as you gently rest your hands along his stomach. “What? What’s wrong?”

But instead of responding, you simply dip down…and bring your mouth to his chest.

You feel his muscles quiver in anticipation, and perhaps lust as you push the object in your mouth toward your lips…and make contact with his skin.

The frigid ice against his warm body makes him reel, and you’re rewarded with a gasp as his arms begin to tug on the rope in retaliation.

But you don’t stop there. You drag it down his sternum, oh so slowly, as he braces himself against the headboard and squeezes his thighs together underneath your ass.

“Shit,” he murmurs as you move toward his left pec. “God, that’s…could’a warned me, you know—”

However, the rest of his comment suddenly melts into another frantic inhale as the cube of ice travels over the peak of his hardened nipple.

His head once again falls back against the wall, veins in his neck tightening as he grits his teeth together and hisses, “Fucking shit—”

And you’re rather proud of yourself for bringing him this kind of gratification as he shifts beneath you and bucks his hips.

You can feel exactly how much he’s enjoying this little detour and the harder he grows, the more inspired you become to torture him just a tad longer.

After all…this is in the name of science.

So, you indulge him. You suck the cube back into your mouth so you can press your tongue against his nipple and flick.

You’d had a feeling he might be into this kind of stimulation and when he whispers your name and something along the lines of, “Fuck...fucking killing me,” you know you were right.

You repeat the action a time or two more before rolling the icy substance back between your teeth to continue dancing it down his body.

And you feel him watch you. Feel him follow everything you do and again, you’re reminded of how comfortable you feel under his stare. How…safe.

You reach his belly button right as your fingers simultaneously reach for the band of his boxers, gingerly curling around the elastic as you eagerly look up.

“Can I?” you ask quietly, ready to stop at a moment’s notice if that’s what he decides.

But you aren’t too surprised to see that that’s far from what he wants, his eyes going wide as he nods quickly. “Yes. Yeah. ’Course.”

So, you begin to tug, guiding the fabric down his hips, thighs, and legs as you crawl back to make room.

Once they’re off, you toss them away, and settle back down over his thighs.

And there it is.

His cock.

You feel momentarily stunned to see it in person for the first time but the immediate rush of adrenaline that passes through you at the sight only makes you dizzy.

He’s…beautiful. Because of course he’s got a pretty cock to match that pretty face. And while you had a rough estimate on his size, you’re more than thrilled to confirm this theory.

“What, never seen one before?” he teases after he notices your rather obvious gawking.

You snort under your breath and move back down, palms smoothing along his waist as you bring the ice closer to his hip.

You follow the curve of his body, tiny droplets melting against his skin as you go. And it’s so fun. So deliciously fun to do this to him, to trail the freezing substance over the tattooed ferns below his stomach until the goosebumps rise.

To hear him curse to himself when he feels the way you drench his thigh, the way you grind against it in an effort to find your previously denied release.

And then…you drag it even further down.

When it grazes the base of his cock, his entire body goes still, and you watch as his eyes nearly roll back from the brief but significant contact.

“Fuck, Bee,” he groans, so low and deep in the back of his throat that it makes your skin warm. “Shit…shit—”

You trail your lips toward the tip, letting the ice melt along the way as he strains against the restraint once more.

You can tell he wants to touch you. Wants to take a fistful of your hair and tug. And you’d quite enjoy that but right now…no, right now the power is yours.

And you’d love to spend all fucking night getting a taste of him. Even without the extra water, you can feel yourself salivate at the very idea. And perhaps one of these days you’ll return the favor, but for right now…there’s something else you have in mind.

You suck the excess moisture off his cock and gather it into your mouth before sitting up and moving closer.

“Bee,” he whispers, but it sounds more like a whine. “Shit, please…please—”

You place one hand on his shoulder and the other below his jaw, fingers pressing firmly into the sides of his cheeks as you force his head back.

Then, you nod your chin at him.

After deciphering the silent instruction, he immediately opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, eager to accept your offering.

The spit dribbles down, landing directly in the middle as his lashes flutter and his fingers curl into his palms.

Then, he swallows.

Like a good boy.

You squeeze his chin once more as a gesture of appreciation before leaning down to kiss him.

This one is slower. Softer.

Purposeful.

He takes extra care of you through this kiss, making sure to convey his gratitude and adoration. He might not be able to say it with words…but you know.

However, the rather tender moment passes quickly as his cock begins to graze against clit. Reminding you both of what you really need.

He curses against your bottom lip, nose nudging your cheek as he whispers, “Shit…Bee…please. Please, can’t…can’t—”

“I know,” you say in return, nodding fervently as you lean back to position yourself onto your knees. “I know. Gonna start slow, okay?”

“Yes,” he breathes, head rolling back. “Yes, go.”

Once you’re in the right spot, you reach out to take hold of his cock and run your palm up, allowing him a moment to revel in the feel.

And it’s everything. His face, his sounds, his fucking body.

You’d whimper if it were any other time, but you focus your attention on his face. On making sure you aren’t pushing him too far. On making sure this is still what he wants.

He sucks the air through his teeth as he fights the urge to thrust up into your hand. And you almost feel bad for how hard he’s trying to restrain himself, but he’s doing so good.

“S’okay, Har,” you murmur, flicking your thumb over his tip. “I’ve got you.”

“I know,” he says, so instantly, and so sincerely that it almost hurts. “I know. Always do.”

You smile and scoot a bit closer before taking a beat. “Do you…did you get the condoms?”

He jerks his head toward the nightstand. “Second drawer.”

You nod and look over, but don’t move to retrieve them. “And you…definitely want to use one?”

His brow cocks up, curious to your premise, so you rush to elaborate.

“Just because…I mean, they’re really important,” you explain, feeling rather sheepish. “Like…super important. You know, for safety, and…babies and shit.”

“Right,” he muses in agreement, growing oddly smug. “No, yeah. With you so far.”

“And since it’s still one of your first times, you know…I wanna make sure,” you continue. “’Cause…it’s important.”

“Right. You said that.”

“Right. So…yeah. Just…wanna make sure. ’Cause some people choose to go without. Which is fine. If everybody is clean and…you know, being safe and everything.”

“Mhm.”

“Which I am, by the way,” you add, lip between your teeth as you meet his eye. “Clean, I mean. Haven’t been with anyone since Eric, and I got tested like three times afterward just to make sure he didn’t fuck me over.”

Harry exhales a gentle laugh. “Right.”

“Yeah…so. I am,” you repeat, now glancing down at the sparrows painted across his collarbones. “And…as far as baby’s go, you know…it’s not…it wouldn’t be…I can’t…you know.”

His eyes soften at the reminder, and you imagine he’d be pulling you into his chest right about now if he had the ability to do so. “Yeah…”

You simply wave his remorseful expression away. “Yeah…so, I guess my question is…do you?”

And you want to wince at how idiotic you sound, rambling on and on about condoms and sex education, but you suppose this is a conversation to have…you just wish you were better at it.

A smile begins to curl around his mouth. “Do you?”

You can tell he already knows the answer, but you fidget, nonetheless. “I mean…I want to do whatever you want to do.”

“Well…I’m clean,” he reports, focus flicking across your face, attempting to encourage you. “And I think it should be pretty fucking obvious which I’d prefer, but…this is your call, Bee. Always your call. Just wanna fuck you.”

You take a deep breath, rather pleased by his answer as you look down at his cock. “Well…then, I think it’s only fair we do this right.”

“Yeah?” He almost sounds hopeful as he lifts his head. “Y’sure?”

You nod silently, teeth once again tugging on the flesh of your bottom lip. “Yeah. Wanna be able to feel you. Really feel you.”

“Then fucking feel me,” he murmurs, and you hear the sound of his arms pulling against restraint. “God, fucking feel me, Bee. Please…can’t fucking stand it anymore—”

“I know, I know. Okay,” you agree quickly, scooting back up so you can guide yourself closer. “Okay, are you su—”

“If you ask me if I’m sure one more fucking time, I’m gonna lose my goddamn shit,” he exhales, and you have to smirk.

You bring his tip toward the mess between your thighs and innocently allow it to drag through.

And it’s soft, and slow, and gentle…but it ruins you.

Ruins you both. His head drops back into the wall with a thud while your chin drops to your chest in ecstasy.

Everything.

He swallows a string of curses as he braces himself for you to continue, and you do, almost without thinking. So desperate to feel him inside you that you throw caution to the wind and just take.

Sinking down onto him feels like placing the final piece into the puzzle. Satisfying, and whole, and complete.

The full picture.

You’ve never felt so…filled. So satiated. It’s fucking perfect and your jaw just about drops as you stretch around him and realize one very important thing:

There’s no coming back from this.

Because this—him—is what you’ve been missing. This one moment, this one realization, this one acceptance.

Your body and his, connected in a way they never have been before.

The years of trust, and understanding, and love you’ve built come to a point right here, right now.

This is what needed to happen. This is what was missing from your friendship.

The line you needed to cross…to understand.

His wrists squeeze against the rope, desperate to break free and touch you as you begin to find a good rhythm. And you wish he could. Want more than anything to feel his nails down your back, around your body, pulling at your skin until you bleed.

“Shit…shit,” he seethes before bucking up into you. “Goddamit, Bee…s’fucking perfect.”

Your palm finds his chest, fingers clawing at the butterfly on his sternum as you roll yourself over his cock. “I know,” you manage to whisper but it’s lost beneath the gentle pants slipping from your lips. “I know—”

“Fuck…” His groans grow louder as the sound of his cock slipping in and out of your cunt begins to echo around the room. “God, fuck you for keeping this from me for so long.”

You almost laugh but don’t have the strength to follow through as you begin to move a bit faster. “What can I say…wanted to make you work for it.”

“Yeah? I would. Promise. Fucking do anything you wanted,” he says between gritted teeth, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he attempts to thrust up. “Fucking anything, Bee…just to feel you. Exactly like this…can fucking feel you—”

When you sink all the way down, you both just about lose it, lewd and borderline pornographic moans ripping from your throats.

He throws his head against the wall for a second time, a violent display of outrage and pleasure as he’s forced to keep from ruining you.

And you love it. Love every second of the way he’s forced to simply take what you offer.

Already you can feel the way you’re hurtling toward that edge, already too wound up from everything else that’s transpired so far.

But you try to resist. Try to force yourself to carry on because you want to stay here forever, want to feel this kind of euphoria until your lungs give out.

And looking at him while you ride his cock is sinful. It’s unfair because he’s so…he’s so. And everything about him and this moment could wreck you forever. Could permanently alter your brain chemistry until all you know is him.

“Go,” he suddenly murmurs, nodding his chin toward you. “Go on, make yourself come. Please. Please, gotta feel you come around me, baby, please.”

You nod quickly, free hand coming up to your clit as you do as instructed, fingers rubbing in fast circles.

You cry out at the added spark, pussy clenching around him as he takes a deep breath and watches you. He watches you. He always watches you, and the soft green in his eyes just about does it.

“Har—” It’s a depraved whimper, bleeding through your anxious gasps, and he swallows at the sound.

“I know. Fucking know,” he says, tanned skin beginning to glisten with little droplets of sweat. “Come ‘ere. Gimme your fingers.”

Enthralled with the idea, you take your hand away from your clit and bring it to his mouth.

Your arousal paints across his lips like a mural and he sighs as he sucks you in, tongue lapping across your thumb like a man dying of thirst.

And the sight of his cheeks hollowing as he tastes you, as he consumes you, as he moans around your finger’s tips you over.

No, it shoves you, stars exploding behind your eyelids before you can fully understand what happened.

You lose time. Lose everything except him. Don’t understand a goddamn thing except for this feeling in your cunt, and in your chest, and in your lungs.

Your hand falls from his mouth to his stomach as you scratch at his skin in an attempt to brace yourself and remain steady.

“Fuck…fucking shit,” he hisses before it dances into some sort of debauched growl. “God, there it is. There it fucking is, come on. Give it to me, Bee. Fucking give it to me, that’s right…s’fucking it—”

And no sooner have you managed to grasp onto reality do you see him suddenly snap his wrists free of the rope and lunge for you.

In a matter of seconds, he’s got you wrestled onto your back as he grinds down between your thighs, cock once again pushing against your cunt as you gasp.

“Har,” you nearly scold, rather insulted by how easily he managed to break free. “Wha—”

“Wanted you to have your fun,” he grumbles as pushes your right leg further open. “And you did, didn’t you? Had your fucking fun. Now it’s my turn.”

You get ready to reply but miss the opportunity as he slips back in, filling you to the hilt as you roll your head back and gasp.

“Shit—” It’s a strangled mewl, pathetically whiny as he buries his lips into your neck to take a bite. “God, Har…”

He hums at the sound of his name, and the low vibrations make you flutter around him. “Knew you liked it rough.”

“Could say the same about you,” you retort breathlessly. “Should I start calling you Daddy, too? S’that another kink of yours?”

You’re only half joking but the way you feel his dick twitch inside you as he makes a rather animalistic noise against your throat suggests it might not be so funny.

You aren’t opposed to using the pet name if a partner likes it. In fact, you’ve used this very one once or twice before. Because the name itself isn’t what does it for you…it’s their reaction to it.

So, your fingers find his hair, and you pull at the roots as you ghost your lips over his ear and whisper, “Hurt me, Daddy. Come on.”

He groans with so much tenacity and lust that you swear you could come from the sound alone.

His thrusts become slow and focused. Angry, almost. You’ve only ever seen Harry get like this a handful of times. His passion sometimes overtakes his common sense, and if he’s really furious (or really drunk), he becomes a completely different person.

And right now…you’re more than okay with that.

His fingerprints leave memories on your thighs as he holds you open. As he presses your body to the bed so he can have you exactly the way he wants. As he pulls himself out just to slowly drive himself back in.

It almost hurts the way he drags this on. The way he tortures you with a taste of more. The way the room is filled with the sounds of him and you and everything in between.

And then…there’s a sharp smack to your outer leg.

So zealous and so loud that you moan from the subtle pain. From the understanding that you’ve just been spanked and the understanding that you fucking loved it.

He does it again. Harder this time. Quicker. Then, two more times for good measure, just to feel the way your body clenches around his cock.

If you had the strength to say thank you…you just might.

“Fucking look at you,” he grunts, lips trailing down your chest as he flicks his tongue over your nipple. “Look so fucking pretty like this, don’t you? Filled with my cock. Just dripping for me.”

You choke on a silent cry as you rake your hands through his curls.

His nose nudges under your jaw. “Who would’ve thought? My innocent, baby Bee…just a desperate, little whore.”

You feel breathless as he brushes his palm up your stomach to take hold of your other tit and squeeze.

“Isn’t that right, baby girl?” he muses, almost as if to himself. “Just needed someone to come along and take care of you.”

Your head rolls back as he sucks bruises into your neck, a whimper instantly getting stuck when his teeth make contact with your vein.

“Is that what you need?” His thrusts begin to pick up. “Need me to throw you around? Ruin you? Treat you like you’re nothing but a fucking hole?”

You might not be used to hearing this kind of talk from him but goddamn his voice was made for comments like this. For promises like this, for filthy fucking words like this.

It sounds so natural coming off his tongue and you squeeze your eyes shut as the pain and pleasure planted deep within your stomach begins to coil.

“You do,” he whispers, touch moving back up to your throat. His fingers find their designated spot over your pulse point, and he presses until he can feel your heartbeat hammering against his hand. “You fucking do…want it so bad. Want me to give it to you.”

Yes, yes, yes, you think but don’t say. After all, he’s already far too smug.

And you’re so close to another. So close to just depleting yourself for his pleasure and you wouldn’t have it any other way. As long as he keeps fucking you, as long as he stays right here forever…you won’t care.

“Gonna come for me again?” he asks as his rhythm begins to pick up. “Come on, baby girl. Fucking gimme another. Let me feel you again. Gotta feel you.”

You nod fervently as you take hold of his face and bring it to yours, kissing him so hard, it nearly knocks the wind from your lungs. “Yes, Daddy.”

And you can feel the repercussions of the nickname rolling through his body as the hand around your throat snaps closed and his cock just about slams into you with determined force.

“S’my fucking girl,” he groans against your bottom lip before tugging on it with his teeth. “Come on, Bee. Right fucking now. Come.”

And before you have the chance to oblige, he takes his fingers from around your throat, sucks them into his mouth, and then places them on your clit.

He pinches, and he circles, and he presses until you have no other choice but to do as he asked.

You’re vaguely aware of the way he follows after you but when you feel it—when you feel him and the way he fills you…you simply succumb.

To all of it. To him, to this decision, to this feeling.

His sounds are like a symphony. Like heavenly music being sung directly into your ear as he tries to work you both through your high. As he continues to play with your cunt like a toy, almost as if hoping to encourage a third from you.

You move to wrap your arms around his shoulders and keep him on top of you. He’s heavy but the weight feels…freeing. Almost as if he was always meant to be right here.

And as the silent seconds continue to tick by while you both catch your breath, you wonder if this is finally where things change. If crossing this line will be the thing that ruins you both. That ruins your friendship.

You can’t speak for him, but you…you’ve never felt so content.

He is your puzzle piece.

Your perfect fit.

You expect him to pull out and climb off you rather quickly, much like Eric used to.

But Harry is not Eric, that much is certain.

Because Harry…refuses to let go.

He wraps one arm around your body and just…stays. Face nuzzled into your neck, thumb stroking your skin in soft, soothing circles.

He’s quite warm, and it’s almost too hot to have him on you like this…but you don’t mind.

“Are you…okay?” he exhales after a moment, and you nod softly.

“So fucking okay,” you hum, eyes fluttering shut. “Yeah. Was really fucking good, Har. Oh, sorry…Daddy.”

You feel him smile against your skin. “Good.”

“Are you okay?”

This time, he nods. “So fucking okay,” he mimics with a soft laugh. “Felt so good, baby girl.”

And you aren’t sure why, but this nickname makes your cheeks warm, and your heart race, and your ears ring.

“Shit,” he hisses when he feels you clench around him. “Bee…you’re gonna kill me, don’t do that.”

“Sorry, sorry,” you whisper, fighting a smirk. “S’kind of your fault, though.”

“Oh, is it?”

“Yeah. Where did you even learn all that, anyway? How To Talk Dirty for Dummies?”

“Oh, you fucking—”

With that, his arms tighten around your exhausted frame before he rolls you both over until he’s on his back and you’re lying on his chest.

“Har,” you laugh, attempting to squirm out of his hold. “Stop, for fuck’s sake—”

“No,” he says simply, tucking your head under his chin as he keeps you still. “We’re not done.”

You smile again as your ear presses to his heart. “Oh, we’re not, huh?”

“Nope. Aftercare, right?”

“Yeah, but it normally doesn’t involve squeezing your partner to death.”

“Really? ’Cause it kind of seemed like you liked me squeezing you.”

“Yeah, but not now.”

“Fine, so teach me.”

“Teach you what?”

He nuzzles his cheek against the top of your head. “How to take care of you.”

You can’t hide the giant grin that spreads across your face as you roll your eyes. “For one…you can loosen your grip.”

“Yeah…no.”

“Harry.”

“Bee.”

You shake your head, amused, as the room falls silent. You focus in on his steady breaths. The way his heart thumps against his ribcage. Comforting and familiar.

You brush your palm back and forth along his side, absentmindedly continuing to keep the tender moment going. Desperate to feel even closer to him, despite the fact that he’s still half inside of you.

After a minute more of comfortable quiet, you feel his lips ghost your temple. “Bee?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you regret it?”

Your lashes flutter shut. “No. Not at all.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” You lean up just enough to see him, forcing him to acknowledge the truth. “I’d never regret you.”

The side of his mouth pulls up in a gentle smile. “Good.”

Pleased, you reach for one of his arms, fingers trailing down to his wrist as you delicately bring it up to your mouth.

He watches you with wide eyes as you dance your mouth along the subtle red marks across his skin. A gift from the rope, and when you press your lips into the faint bruise…you hear his breath hitch.

“This…can be a part of aftercare,” you whisper as you travel around his hand. “Wrist check.”

“Wrist check,” he repeats, as if in a daze.

You nod. “Making sure that you didn’t get too hurt. That you’re okay. Letting you know you did good.”

You linger for a moment, almost wishing the kiss would melt into his skin, and you feel his heart rate increase.

“And you did,” you say softly, looking up. “Did so good for me.”

His lids seem to grow heavy as he looks at you through a lust-filled haze, and you can feel his fingers squeezing around your hip.

And in this moment…you exist. Your past, and your present, and your future coming to a point right here as you lay in his arms.

Terrified of what happens next, you shake the impending implications free and nuzzle yourself back under his chin, eyes squeezing shut.

You can feel him suck in a sharp breath and hold it.

You do the same.

“Bee?” he murmurs.

“Yeah?”

A beat.

His grip tightens.

“Watermelon.”

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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year

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— Worshipper of our ruler

Pairing: Yandere bee’s x GN reader

Warnings: Yandere behavior, gore description, NSFW at the mid-start, manipulation and overbearing aliens, being spiked, and slight NSFW towards the end; aka, cliffhanger.

A/N: These bee characters belong to @yanderemommabean — I decided to write a fic based on the alien bees cause I love them!! I also wanna say I hate the ending, I was unsure how to end it, so sorry!! Enjoy though <33!

Happy Halloween by the way 🎃 🖤

Once you arrived at the planet with your crewmates, it was… interesting to see the bees work and arrive on a daily basis. They were hard workers, working 12 hours at a time to make sure their palace didn’t break. Though, you seemed to notice how there wasn’t a ‘queen bee’ or, at least someone in top control.

Other than the capital leader ruling, it was hard to keep up the palace rules and work-style. You could see that every poor bee was stressed, so you decided to offer some help, or at least be some help to them, even though you were a small human.

You thought they’d decline you, seeing that trespassers were killed on site, but the moment they saw you, they buzzed at you, staring at you with such adoration and animated-like heart eyes; falling head over heels for you.

Originally, the plan of coming here was to agree to the terms of peace with them and get out of there. But, when you came to meet the military and the capitol leader, they immediately saw something in you: a type of look in their eyes that would give anyone goosebumps. From then one, they and the other bees always wanted to be near you, praising and whispering of how wonderful you were. At first, you thought it was because they’ve never seen a human outside of their globe, so you couldn’t blame them or get upset.

They always grasped at your hands, comparing their huge paws to your… small ones. Seeing that you were way shorter than them, a few feet to be exact. The humanoid insects always insisted on taking care of you and keeping you inside, decorated you with the softest silk whilst using the excuse of ‘we’d never want you to get hurt!’.

They always carried you and always wanted to invade your privacy: begging to bathe you, rub their honey-scented lotion on your skin and hand-feed your favorite meals.

They loved you and always wanted to be near you. Their clingy behavior was exhausting, especially with their roaming hands that always clung to your body.

But, when it came for you to leave and escape from their palace, it was terrifying. The moment your captain patted your back, smiled and congratulated you for the hard work you did: gaining the trust of the bee colony. But to your surprise, you heard growling behind you, then swarming of the bees, rushing you to come with them; an ‘emergency’ taking place.

You left your captain behind, seeing that they desperately needed help. After they picked you up, flew you to your chambers while cooing at you, you realized what they were planning: ‘you’re such a wonderful ruler, please lie down on the bed for us!” and “We’ll please you, you’re so pretty!”.

You remember losing your voice in your throat, getting hit climax after climax whilst your body ached of pure pleasure. You wanted to move, scream, yell at them and tell them to stop. But, you couldn’t, they looked at you with such—

“Your majesty?”

You blinked in surprise, looked at the doorway as you rested on the giant bed; connecting eye contact to a female worker. Of course you had zoned out, I mean… how couldn’t you? You’re taken captive in a huge place that is surrounded with thousands of humanoid bees, who expected much from you.

“Y-yeah?” You answered anxiously, looking at your clothes whilst fiddling with your fingers.

Her buzzing was loud. She smiled happily, coming in to deliver in which… what looked like a good meal but you weren’t hungry per say. You were rethinking your life choices, the ‘what if’s’ spiraling in your head as the event replayed in your mind.

You remember that day so clearly, as if it was yesterday. At this point, you’ve lost count on how long you’ve been on this planet; everyday was and is a ‘new day’.

If you could, you'd escape, get up and frantically look around but each time you did, you were gently pushed back into the soft cloud-like bed. They always praised you, saying ‘you need to rest for the young!’.

Yeah right, you couldn’t! It was almost—

“So!” The female bee started, her antenna’s bouncing: “Today we are scheduled to have you do some bed-work. But of course, we��ll take it easy.” She chirped loudly, clasping her hands together as her wings fluttered.

You nodded hesitantly, smiling anxiously. Hearing multiple footsteps, you glanced at the hallway behind her, seeing more workers welcoming themselves into your chamber, shuffling around hugely.

Your heart raced, seeing that the female worker kept babbling on what you’ll do that day, but you couldn’t concentrate on her. Seeing that the male workers that came in, were huge… a whole lot taller than the woman in front of you talking about the damn schedule.

“Does that sound good, your Majesty?” She asked, leaning down to observe you innocently.

“Uh… what?” You asked, shaking your head at your thoughts. You readjusted yourself on the bed, leaning on your knees at her.

She frowned, making an apologetic face: “If that doesn’t sound good, I’ll make a change!” She stated loudly, grabbing the paperwork from the clipboard she was holding, looking through it: “I understand this whole new schedule may sound stressful, we only want what’s best for you!”

“No..! No, it’s fine,” You assured her, grabbing her hand gently, slightly squeezing it.

She still had a frown on, “Are you sure? I can change it!” She moved to grasp both of your hands together, looking at you with her big doe eyes. Her hands were extremely warm and cozy, it almost wanted to make you hug her, have a massage and possibly fall asleep in the cozy bed of yours.

You smiled to not make her upset, reassuring her again, “Yes—yes it’s fine.”

She smiled again, her wings twitching from the praise you gave to her. “Mhm! I’ll tell the captain while the others get ready for your bath. Please enjoy your meal, your Majesty!” She bowed at you, her antenna’s bouncing within her movements.

She left the room, shutting the door with a slight ‘click’. Then, some male guards come in, representing a ‘protective call’ from the military captain. Normally, they’d come in and ask if you wanted anything or they could do something, but they were terrifyingly quiet.

As you finished your meal, you exited your room to the bathroom, where you met some bee workers in the bathroom, almost waiting for you to arrive.

“Oh, your Majesty! we weren’t expecting you yet!” The male one said, who got up to bow at you; slightly smiling whilst buzzing with excitement. “Please,” He started again, his hand directing at the tub: “Enjoy the warm bath as I get the wash workers!”

You smiled towards him, nodding at his statement as you watched him slide past you. Even with their high intelligence and tall structure, they always were so kind and gentle with you. Watching your every move as if you would shatter like glass, it was comforting to know at some limit.

As you undressed yourself, leaving the dirty silks on the white-covered floors, you welcomed yourself to the right temperature of water. You sighed heavily, leaning back against the tub as you played with the water with such boredom.

“My Ruler?”

You jumped and screamed, slightly pressing yourself against the corner of the bathtub. You made direct eye contact with a few female workers, one of them being the other bee lady that was in your room earlier.

“Uh,” You started, “Hi…?” You said awkwardly, embarrassed with the loud yelp you expressed.

They all giggled, hand pressing against their lips as they welcomed themselves into the bathroom, making sure to place your clean clothes on the sink; including letting them join you in the warm water, which was quite comforting.

As the girls helped wash you, gently rubbing the loofah on your delicate and squishable body; taking extra precaution on and around the purple-hickeys and sore spots. They purred at your pretty skin, commenting that: ‘it always smells and looks so pretty!’. They kissed every inch of your skin, looking at you like a rare piece of ore.

Then, two of them gently lifted you up, making sure to wrap a towel around your body, getting your legs and arms well dried before leading to the well-known bedroom of yours. Of course, they dressed you in the best of silks that were made for their best ruler, they only cared about you and your opinion on things after all.

One of the female workers sits you on the bed, making a ‘nest’ in front and behind you before making sure to comb your luscious locks to take out any knots that had formed. This was probably your best part, slightly humming to the every know and again giggles that came out of them when you groaned in satisfaction.

All of the sudden, the sound of the main lady bees made you come out of your euphoria coma: “Dear Ruler…? May we do something?” She smiled in her tone.

You nodded from behind, expecting something other than the now-roaming hands all over your body: making you gasp yet moan in surprise from the extreme pleasure that had occurred all of the sudden.

You felt hot… extremely hot and wet.

“Oh, G–od,” You murmured under your breath, leaning over and trying to concentrate on your breathing other than the multiple warm… hands that worked around your hips, sliding down your thighs and back. It makes your skin have goosebumps, almost pleasuring you just by touching your skin.

“The medication seems to be working,” A female voice purred loudly, making you feel ashamed from the liquid running down your now-open thighs.

You sighed shakily, “T–the… what?”

They all giggled, their hands massaging your back and bum as they squished every part of your body. It made you whine loudly, pressing your back against what you could describe as a pillow of clouds.

You looked up, seeing the bee lady pleasuring you from behind. Realizing... you were laying on her chest: “Oh–Please… S–top. Let me—”

She ignored your protests by giggling, rubbing her nose against yours and continuing her and the other assaults on your poor body that made you so hot and bothered that it seemed to make you desperate for any contact.

They all gathered around you, pampering your delicate skin with kisses and petting your hair: “continue for us, your Majesty. We want more, nothing to be embarrassed of!” They chriped one after the another, buzzing and fluttering loud and clear.

“Oh… God,” You whined, grabbing the sheets under you as you reopened your eyes to see much more workers than you remember seeing.

You quivered from the goosebumps, slapping their hands away in overstimulation.

They all looked at you, making you speak up: “Please… no more. Wha.. ah… did–you do to me?”

“Your Majesty,” One of the male workers started, “Please don’t fret!” He frowned. “We’ll take good care of you, like how you took care of us when we relied on your aid.”

They all nodded, watching your reactions very closely before grasping at your body again: “Please! Allow us to pleasure you in any way… you deserve it.”

Before you could speak again, your body and mouth betrayed you: body violently shaking from the immense pleasure that jolted through you like lightning and babbling out curses.

“Your Majesty,” A female bee started, pushing you on your back as more surrounded you: “We’ll make this as pleasurable as you want! Please, allow us to touch you in ways!” She begged, joining the continuous assaults on you.

All you could do was moan, whine, and whimper as praises and love comments were thrown at you one after another. It was like a dream, a pure… pleasurable dream.

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shxtodxroki · 26 days

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Your knocks are quiet, soft with the effort of not waking the others in the house as a sappy grin plays on your lips. The hallways are almost eerily silent at this time of night, and the only sound that rings through the air at this time is the soft grumbling coming from Lucifer’s office down the hall. Though your knocks breathe a sudden spark of energy into the room in front of you now as well, as rustling sounds grow louder and you’re able to briefly catch the sound of something (or someone) tumbling to the floor in the occupant’s haste to open the door. Even without being able to see the commotion you let out a small giggle at the thought, knowing the man in question must know it’s you who’s come to see him this late at night after the way he left off your conversation over text only moments ago.

“Hmph. Thought I told ya I was going to bed.” Mammon grumbles as the door clicks open and reveals his disheveled form behind it, clearly flustered as he stands in his room, clad in only his loose-fitting pajama pants. Despite his standoffish ruse and his flustered expression, though, he leaves the door open for you to join him in his room as you make your way over to him with a knowing grin.

“Well, you ran away before I could respond to what you said.” You retort as you close the door behind you, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning into him as you embrace the musky scent of his cologne. Your eyes easily flutter closed as you press your head against his skin and feel his arms wrap around you on instinct. “I had something I wanted to say to you too, you know.”

The easily flustered demon quickly begins to sputter in response to your words, floundering for a moment before settling as his arms rest around your waist with a comforting warmth.

“I love you too, Mammon.” You lean in further to whisper in his ear in response to his earlier message, a smirk unfurling across your face as you can feel the heat emanating from his cheeks in response to your flirtations.

“Uh yeah, obviously. Ya didn’t need to come all the way here to tell me that.” He grumbles out in response, though he’s unable to hide how flustered and giddy he feels at your words despite what he says. You can feel how quickly his heart beats beneath his skin as your head leans against his bare chest, and when you tilt your head towards his and cup his cheek in your hand, you can feel the way his skin burns with a passionate fire as he stares back at you in eager anticipation of what he knows you’re about to do.

And despite his nonchalant act, the second your lips begin moving towards his he’s quick to meet you halfway, cradling the back of your head in his large hand as his lips tangle gently with yours. The kiss is short and sweet, little more than a peck, but you both pull away with obvious lovestruck grins across your faces, despite Mammon’s brief attempt to appear unaffected by the affection.

"…..Alright, alright. If you’re gonna come all the way here, ya may as well spend the night. Come on, let’s get to bed.” He mutters after standing awestruck for a moment following the kiss, and you’re quick to reach down and lace your fingers with his as you allow your stubborn boyfriend to drag you to bed. His attitude and his words do little to mask his affectionate nature as he clings to you all night long, but you can’t bring yourself to tease him for it, not when you’d rather focus on simply enjoying the small, adorable moments like this you get to share with your childish lover. These are the moments you wouldn’t trade for the world, and as his strong arms encase you in their hold from behind and his soft snoring echoes in your ear, all you can do is smile as you allow his love to engulf you.

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patrophthia · 9 months

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Heya, I don't know it's already done or not but can you please write about the egoistic yandere Tom Marvolo Riddle with a hugeeee obsession and love🤔 on introverted half blood slytherin y/n who doesn't give a f*ck him and his looks like other girls of Hogwarts!🫠

thank you for sending this in, i was really hesitant on writing this bc i’ve never wrote anything like this before so i hope you like it!

know you better | tom riddle

pairing: tom riddle x fem!reader

warnings: yandere!tom, very obsessive and delusional way of thinking, death, even more delusions

To fall in love with you was the easiest thing Tom has ever done. All you had to do was merely be in the same vicinity as him and he’d found himself more than just head over heels over you.

For you to fall in love with him on the other hand, that surely was one of the hardest things he had to do in life. You don’t look at him —not because, unlike the others, you didn’t dare to but because you weren’t interested in him. You don’t offer him a smile when he greets you good morning. You don’t throw yourself at him when he turns a blind eye when he catches you sneaking around the castle at night. You don’t care for him.

And quite honestly, it is driving him insane. What is it that everybody has that he doesn’t? Why does everyone else get to see you smile when you won’t even turn in his direction? Why won’t you just admit you want him as much as he wants you?

Though you don’t show it, Tom can read between the lines. He thinks —no, he knows that you’re acting indifferent to play hard to get. He knows you want him, you just won’t admit it.

He tries to be a gentleman about his intentions at first, sliding up to you whilst you hover your cauldron during potions. He calls out your last name cautiously, careful to not startle you; he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he accidentally hurts you. You turn to him, a small frown appearing on your lips. “Riddle?”

He skips the formalities, not bothering to beat around the bush. “Would you like to go out this weekend?”

You fix him a look, and then, “no.”

You didn’t hear him right. That’s what he tells himself. Or maybe he’s confused, because why wouldn’t someone want to go out with him? Tom clarifies himself, “I meant on a date.”

You turn back to your cauldron, ending the conversation as is. “No.”

He was certain that you’re playing hard to get now. That was until one of his goons —Malfoy, that was his name, started noticing that Tom’s eyes tended to wander whenever you were in the same room as him; until Malfoy tells Tom exactly why you’d said no.

“Macmillan, that’s his name. Walburga says they’ve been going out for a few months now.” You have a boyfriend? No, no, that can’t be right. There’s no way you had a boyfriend when you were so clearly playing hard to get with Tom this entire time.

Was it because your ‘boyfriend’ was holding you back from your true love? Or were you using this ‘boyfriend’ as bait? Had you known that it was time for Tom to create his next Horcrux and had needed a new sacrifice? How thoughtful of you to take care of these little things for him.

Luckily Tom’s smart, he’s known to be smart, and he’s smart enough to read you like an open book even though you won’t spare a second of your time on him. He admires it, how hard you’re playing this role of not caring for him when you’re clearly as indicated with him as he, you.

He’ll take up on your offer, he thinks as he sets out towards his chamber. The Basilisk is a dear friend of his, it’s even dearer when it does these things for him. In Parsel tongue, Tom says his order. “Kill Macmillan. And be careful not to hurt her.”

The Basilisks set out first, setting off after the aforementioned man; Tom a few steps behind. It isn’t hard for him to follow his dear friend, it leaves a wet trail in its wake for him to follow and it’s even easier for him to know when his friend has done its job from the scream you let out.

Tom’s clever enough to hide behind the corridors as he waits for his friend to return back to his home. His heart aches to hold you as you scream time and time again, asking for help and he reminds himself to reward you for your amazing acting.

With the way you’re so desperately clinging onto Macmillan’s body, you almost convince him that you genuinely cared for Macmillan, like Macmillan really was someone you were in love with. But he knows you, he knows you better than you know you. And he knows you love him.

So he schools his expression to one of worry, if you were really playing the part then he should be a good sport and play it with you. “What’s wrong?” He asks you, not sparing a glance at Macmillan’s frigid body.

“This —this thing, it came and it—” you stutter out, hiccuping out each word as you swiped at your eyes. Tom places a hand on your own, removing your grip on Macmillan’s body and ignores it when you flinch at his touch. “—it, I don’t know what it did but next thing I knew he was— he was gone.”

Oh poor you, he sympathises. Such a good girl for him to play your part so well. He pries your other hand away from Macmillan’s body and wraps his arm around you. “It’s okay,” he offers, pressing your face against his chest. “It’s okay, I’m here now. I’ll keep you safe.”

You sniffle, pulling away from him slightly. And when he realises that you could see the red glow in his eyes, neither of you mention it; for you were too afraid of the man holding you, and he too in love for something so trivial to take part of your conversation.

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slutforsilverfoxes · 6 months

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Imagine…

Starting to make dinner in Aaron’s apartment on a Thursday night. He’s just gone for a shower, washing away his last case and the worst parts of the world that he falls privy to day in and day out as Unit Chief of the BAU.

You’re humming along to your oldies but goodies playlist while sipping a glass of white wine that’s too sweet for Aaron’s liking. As the current song fades out and the familiar notes of a Bee Gees tune start, you realize with a smile just how many of these songs you've compiled make you think of your love.

And, speak of the furthest thing from the devil, suddenly he’s there, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind as his body perfectly molds to the dips and curves of your own. He guides you back and forth in a gentle sway, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder as he releases a deep sigh.

You allow your eyes to drift shut and your head to fall back against Aaron so you can bury your nose in the crook of his neck. "Sauce'll burn," you mumble, letting his familiar smell wash over you and sending warm tingles throughout your body.

"Let it," he responds just as softly. "We'll order something. Need to hold you."

You release a sound of contentment that's half-sigh, half-hum, nuzzling even deeper into him as if you can become one person if you try hard enough. In this moment, there's no yesterday or tomorrow. There's no anticipation of the next phone call that will take your love across the country again. There's no darkness, no fear, no evil lurking around the corner. There's just you and the man you love more than anything else in the world.

You dot gentle kisses along the expanse of his skin that you can reach without moving, and he squeezes you tighter in response. "Marry me," Aaron breathes out on a sigh. "I'll make it more romantic later, I promise. Just tell me you'll be mine forever."

"Oh, my baby," you murmur. "I already am."

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idyllic-ghost · 15 days

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title: To Choose A Mortal Life

pairing: Vernon x gn!reader

genre: fluff, comfort, established relationship

warnings: mentions of having a bad day

synopsis: you've just finished watching your favorite film trilogy, and Vernon has the nerve to insult your favorite character.

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Vernon looked over at you as soon as the credits rolled, a content smile on his lips. You, on the other hand, were gripping the edge of the blanket like your life depended on it - tears staining your cheeks as you sniffled. Although he didn't mean to, Vernon couldn't help but laugh. It was quick, barely noticeable really, but you heard him. You whipped your head towards him with a glare that could kill a man.

"I'm sorry-"

"Why are you laughing?" you whined. "That was beautiful!"

Vernon let out another laugh as the tears came rolling down your cheeks again. The two of you hadn't been sitting far apart, but for the sake of your well-being, Vernon moved a little closer and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"Babe," he whispered, "you've already seen this movie... a lot."

"Because it's good! You think so too, right? Why aren't you crying?" you whaled, and Vernon couldn't help but laugh again.

"I've also seen it-"

You buried your face in your chest, and Vernon grinned as he wrapped his arms around your frame. His unwillingness to cry only made you more upset. It was cute, really. Then he saw a name on the credits that he recognized and something he had been trying to figure out clicked.

"Oh. Now I remember where I've seen him before," he said, referring to earlier in the movie where he had tried to figure out one of the actor's filmography from memory. "He's that guy in the second season of Stranger Things."

Your sniffles stopped, your body stopped quivering, and Vernon knew he had said something wrong. He let you go as you tried to get out of his grip, and when you looked at him you were met with a cheesy smile that screamed "Please forgive me!"

"Sam did not carry Frodo up Mount Doom to be known as 'that guy from Stranger Things!'" you exclaimed.

Vernon threw his head back with laughter as you tried your best to argue with him - it was impossible, he was laughing so hard that he could barely catch his breath let alone answer you. He had spent the majority of your rewatch of the Lord of the Rings trilogy trying to figure out where he had seen Sam before. It wasn't anything he had thought of before, so of course he wanted to know. You had asked him to not go on his phone, watching the movies was very serious for you - even if you frequently talked over the movie to explain certain things. That was allowed, of course. Vernon didn't complain, he enjoyed watching you be so enamored with a movie. He was just happy that you had finally started to relax after your hard day at work.

"I'm sorry," he said in between snickering. "I just saw the actor's name on the credits, I didn't mean to offend Sam."

You looked at him with a pout, your eyes still glossy from crying and the skin around them slightly puffy. You looked like a mess, but Vernon still thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on. His grin never faltered; eventually, it got you to break into a smile. You cuddled up next to him again, and he wrapped his arms around you. The credits kept rolling, but neither of you felt like moving to turn them off.

"I still don't understand why Arwen was dying," Vernon mumbled.

"She chose a mortal life," you murmured, "And since she was opposed to Sauron, she would've died if he got the ring back. They all would have."

Vernon nodded at your explanation. You were tired; he could tell from the way you yawned and the fact that you didn't go into a full-blown explanation of why Arwen was dying towards the end of the trilogy. He placed one of his hands on the top of your head, letting you take the other in your hands and play with his fingers.

"Would you choose a mortal life for me?" he asked.

"Yeah." You intertwined your fingers with his, looking at them as if you were studying the way his hand fit in yours. Usually, you would've teased him for asking such a question - called him lame, and maybe flicked his forehead, but not tonight.

"Even if I called Sam 'that actor from Stranger Things?'"

"You're pushing it." You looked up at him with a teasing grin. "But yeah."

"Thanks," he said with a grin that matched yours.

You pursed your lips at him, silently asking him for a kiss, and he obliged. It was short and chaste, almost just a peck. His lips were slightly chapped and tasted like salty popcorn, but you didn't care. When you pulled back from him, his eyes were still closed as if he was trying to savor the moment. You put your head back on his chest without saying a word, even though you had plenty of ideas on ways to tease him floating around in your mind.

"Do you want to go to bed?" he asked after some time of silence.

"Could we just stay here for a moment?" you asked. "I'm comfortable here."

"Sure."

Even though one of Vernon's legs was falling asleep, even though he actually needed to go to the bathroom, and even though he was so tired from watching Lord of the Rings for nine hours straight, he wasn't going to move. Because you were comfortable because you were relaxed. If you felt this safe with him, that you could yell at him for not respecting your favorite film character enough and that you could fall asleep in his arms just a moment later, he was going to do everything in his power to let you keep sleeping. Maybe he wasn't as brave or as good with a sword as Aragorn, but he still wanted to protect you at all costs. He wrapped his arms around you tightly. As cheesy as it was, he really would choose one lifetime with you over facing forever alone.

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vettelsvee · 16 days

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BEE HOTELS | Sebastian Vettel

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sebastian vettel x wife!journalist!reader

summary: seb's suzuka biodiversity project goes according to plan... or will he have some surprises that he might reject at first?

word count: 1983

warnings: none of it really! just seb being the standard, as i always write him (almost always, oops). use of y/n y/l/n

taglist: @celemilii bc i wrote this for her as a birthday present! i recommend you to read her works bc she's just like me: we write about the oldies.

you can send your one shots requests here! feedback is truly appreciated!

The painting in yellow and black tones increasingly filled his hands. Sweat dripped from his forehead, not only due to the sun that was blazing that day in Suzuka but also because of the stress he was feeling to ensure that the project turned out as planned: flawlessly.

Sebastian had spent months not only brainstorming and meticulously preparing for that Japanese Grand Prix weekend but also dedicating himself wholeheartedly the night before to build each of the hotels that his former colleagues were now painting.

He was exhausted, but the feeling of happiness he was experiencing at that moment was immense. The conversations among the other drivers couldn't be more positive. They seemed to be enjoying the process, constantly sharing laughter and jokes among them as they continued with their task the best they could.

While the German was focused on ensuring that everything was going perfectly, he could gradually see, out of the corner of his eye, a figure he knew perfectly well in any form.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?"

Her husband's tone surprised Y/N, who lowered her arms, disheartened, knowing that the hug she was about to give would most likely not be reciprocated.

"I came to see you. What else would I do?" replied the journalist, ignoring Seb's behavior. "And to interview you too, but you already know it."

The blonde frowned, feeling a bit confused by the situation. Interview him? How could there be nothing he wouldn't know?

"Interview me?" he innocently asked.

"Didn't Britta tell you?"

Sebastian shook his head once again. Y/N’s gaze shifted to Roeske, who averted his eyes at the mess he knew he had caused with the couple. The former driver's PR knew that if he had said anything beforehand, Seb would have likely rejected the offer and, most importantly, gotten upset. Besides, he knew that such a refusal would upset Mrs. Vettel, and that would end up in a pointless argument between the couple.

"Well, you know how Britta is. She didn't mention anything about interviewing me today, especially not by you. You know, with so many things she has to keep track of..." Vettel tried to excuse her.

The journalist shook her head and once again looked at the PR, seeking confirmation from his side. A single nod was enough to acknowledge that her client was right.

"Y/N, schön, we need to maintain professionalism," Vettel stated firmly, seeing that neither of the two women responded. "I don't think it's very appropriate to mix our personal life with the professional one. We've always done it this way, and we should..."

"To hell with professionalism, darling," she interrupted, raising her voice. "We've been pretending to be professional for too many years to keep doing it. You've been retired for almost a year, living the life you've always wanted with our children and me," she explained, trying to convince him. "It won't hurt if you let go and be yourself, if we just are ourselves."

Sebastian remained silent for a few seconds that felt eternal for the woman. He knew Y/N was right, he knew nothing would happen if they showed themselves as the couple they were in private, but his shyer side, the most introverted one, the one that wanted to protect his privacy above all and, above all, his family, felt a kind of fear that this would end up making him completely vulnerable to public scrutiny.

"Alright, let's do the interview," the German finally said, causing his wife to start hopping around before pouncing on him and kissing him all over his face.

"Where should we start, Mr. Vettel?"

"What about giving Mrs. Vettel a kiss?" he replied, playing along with the game the journalist had started. "You know, to help ease any tensions..."

Sebastian didn't need to say anything more for his wife to take his face in her hands and pull him towards her, giving him a kiss that lasted not only longer than they would have allowed on another occasion, but also longer than they themselves expected.

They ended up pulling away after a few seconds, just as they began to hear cheers, applause, and comments from the other drivers, who were watching the couple enthralled, as they had never shown themselves in such a way during their years in Formula 1.

"Carry on with what you're doing!" the four-time world champion shouted, trying not to sound angry. "I don't want anything left unfinished!"

Y/N couldn't help but blush and lower her head in embarrassment at all the attention she was drawing.

"Um... shall we start now, darling?" the journalist spoke again, trying to regain control of the situation.

"Yes, yes, of course. Go ahead, ask me anything."

She quickly pulled out her notebook, where she had written down a large number of questions to ask her husband as if she hadn't actually worked hand in hand with him on the project. She tried to maintain professionalism despite the still uncomfortable situation they were immersed in.

Seb, who seemed to notice how tense the woman was, decided to do things a little differently, although it was more than obvious that it took him some effort to take the first step.

Quickly and with trembling hands, he wrapped his right arm around his wife's waist and slowly guided her to sit on the ground next to him. She resisted at first because, deep down, she was also afraid to show herself as she truly was with the love of her life; but when she saw how the German also invited the cameraman who was filming them to sit on the ground, she knew there was no choice but to listen to the guy who initially meant nothing to her but ended up becoming her everything.

"More comfortable like this, right, schön?" Sebastian wanted to know, even though he already knew the answer.

"Yes, I think it will be more comfortable, darling," she replied, allowing herself to be guided by her husband's behavior, although once again blushing slightly.

With her head resting on his shoulder, the journalist took her notebook in her hands again, flipping through the page where she had the first question of what would undoubtedly be the most fake interview not only she had ever done but probably would do in her extensive career as a journalist.

"Well, let's start, darling. What inspired you the most to start this biodiversity project?"

"Well, as you know, I've always felt a special connection with nature and the environment. Do you remember the conversations we used to have, like, I don't know, about twelve or thirteen years ago?" she nodded. Of course, she remembered. How could she forget when he revealed to her how much the issue mattered to him at his home in Monaco, even before they had started dating? "I wanted to do something to show the importance of biodiversity, so these bee hotels seemed perfect to me."

"And why Suzuka, Seb?"

"Do you really need an answer to that question?" the man countered, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you already knew."

Now it was Y/N who looked less than pleased. Of course she knew why he had chosen Suzuka, it's just that the viewers, possibly, didn't.

"Suzuka is a very special place for me, both professionally and personally," the German continued. "This place has witnessed many important moments of my life, and I wanted to somehow give back everything it has done for me. Its people, I mean," he hastened to add. The journalist laughed at the incoherence of the response, earning herself a playful punch on the arm and some affectionate insults.

The interview continued in such a way that, more than a recording that would be broadcast on various media later, it seemed like one of those informal chats the couple used to have in their room, lying on the bed they both shared, after reading a story to their children and leaving them completely asleep.

Laughs, knowing looks, and even some intimate memories that ended up being revealed to the camera flowed effortlessly. Sebastian couldn't stop playing with Sally's hands and hair, caressing them so delicately that she seemed like a porcelain doll. The journalist, on her part, couldn't stop running her index finger up and down her husband's arm, writing invisible messages about how much she loved him.

"To finish I'd like to know something, darling. How was the process of designing and building each one of those bee hotels?"

"As you already know, and for those who are watching, I was lucky to work with a local carpenter yesterday. We worked on them all day long, and even part of the night. There are eleven in total: one for each team, and one for me," replied the German with a big smile.

His wife started laughing, and her lips twisted in a way that it wasn't hard for Vettel to recognize that his wife was hiding something.

"In fact, there are twelve, Seb," the journalist said with a playful tone.

"What do you mean twelve?" he asked, quite confused. "Love, you were there yesterday. There were eleven. One for each team, one for every two drivers, and another for..."

"I made one myself and I painted it too. Well... some parts are already painted because I asked the kids, secretly, to paint them so you could have a little piece of them here..."

The former driver was impressed by his wife's confession, and he couldn't help but feel emotional. Even a couple of tears threatened to leave his eyes when he saw Y/N, completely excited, getting up from the grass and fixing her clothes before reaching out her hand to him.

"What are you waiting for, Seb? Come on, you have to see it!"

Seb followed her, feeling a mix of very strange emotions after sharing life with this girl for so many years. When they arrived, they stopped in front of it, Britta taking photos from every possible angle and then starting a video call with the couple's children, who were staying with Seb’s parents.

"Schön, this is... God, I have no words. It's incredible."

Y/N smiled proudly before heading towards the structure and start explaining him everything.

"I've drawn us here, right in the front," indeed, there were two larger figures next to three smaller ones, surrounded by flowers and trees. "And here are the kids' drawings. Honestly, I don't know what they've drawn, but... I knew it would make you happy to have a little piece of them too."

The blonde bent down in front of the hotel made by his wife, examining it carefully as he traced with his fingers the strokes that Emily, Matilda, and Ben had made who knows when, and that seemed to have been well hidden. They were simple, clumsy, but he knew that behind them there was something much more important: the purest love he had ever experienced and that nothing and no one could surpass, not even his wife.

"It's wonderful, Y/N. You have no idea what this means to me."

Y/N could only approach her husband and give him a chaste kiss on the lips, not caring this time what happened next.

"I did it for you, Seb. I love you, we love you," she corrected herself, turning towards the mobile phone in front of them that Britta still held, referring to their children, who could be heard excitedly. "You are the sunshine of our lives and you deserve much more than this."

Sebastian didn't hesitate to, once again, kiss Y/N, and then hug her tightly, continuing to give her kisses on her temples.

"I wouldn't be the sunshine of your life if you weren't in it," he whispered in her ear. "You are the sunshine of my life. I love you, Y/N. Thank you for everything."

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miwachan2 · 7 months

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Updated Refs of the Vampiric Equinox Squad UwU

Eyes & Mouth Closeups

Heights:

Eclipse - 8'6FT

Sun n' Moon - 7'0FT

Bee - 5'2FT

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be-with-me-so-happily · 9 months

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Can you write a fic were it’s reader asking Harry if he would still love her if she were a worm 😭😂 I just find it so hilarious

I wrote this in like 10 minutes. Hehe, it was fun! I'm so sorry it took me so long to respond to your ask. Hopefully you're still around and you like what I wrote for ya. Love you all 🩷

Sitting in bed, your phone in hand, you look over to the man beside you. He's sitting comfortably against the headboard, his tattoos canvased across his bare torso, and a book in hand. His bottom lip is pinched by his index finger and thumb, and his brow is furrowed in deep though as he absorbs the words on the page in front of him.

Your gaze flickers down to your phone for a moment, and you smile, trying hard not to giggle with the knowledge of what your plan is.

"Hey, H?" Your voice is quiet, and solemn, hoping you're letting off a more serious demeanor.

"Yes, love?" He responds, lowering his current read and turning his head over in your direction.

"Umm, well, I was just wondering..." You start off, wondering if your hesitation is persuasive. "Would you still love me... if I was a worm?"

"Why? Planning some major life change, are you?"

"Would you?"

"Look, when I said we should spend more time in the garden, I didn't mean-"

"Harry!" You giggle, unintentionally breaking the facade you were determined to hold up against his charm.

"Is this because I teased you about your dance moves yesterday? Because I think this is taking it a little too far." He smiles, twisting to face you and lifting his palms to squish them against your face. "You don't have to turn into a worm for me to love the way you wiggle..."

"Will you please answer the question."

"Well, I'd be very sad if you were a worm..." He replies, a mischievous smirk instantly digging into his cheek. "I don't want you to sleep in the dirt..."

"Oh, just forget it." You roll your eyes. Clearly he knows what you're trying to do, which means he's not going to give you a straight answer.

"Plus, if I was a bluebird..." He utters, pressing his lips gently against yours for a quick kiss. "It wouldn't turn out very well for you, little worm..."

"You're horrible." You pout, pushing away, turning your lamp off, scooting down, and pulling the covers right up under your chin. All in a false tantrum that he only chuckles at.

Harry slides over next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and nuzzling his face into your neck.

"I'd rather us both be rabbits."

"What? Why rabbits?"

"So we can fuck like bunn-"

"Oh my god, Harry!"

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ssweetleaf · 1 year

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thinking about fucking sub!daddy stevie — he’d just do anything for his baby. :(

18+

“So pretty, daddy,” your puffy lips pressed against his, hands enveloping his wrists and pushing them down into the pillows behind his head, your pussy just sucking his pretty cock inside, letting it stretch you out and nudge at your gummy, slick walls. “look so cute when you’re all dumb.”

You were giggling, beaming down at the way his lips stuttered, eyes rolling to the back of his head, little gasps leaving his throat at the way you clenched around him.

“O-only for you, sweet girl— my precious girl- fuck!” His hips bucked, mindlessly pulling his hands from your grasp and pressing them into the fat of your hips, before squeezing tightly at your ass, whining at the way it jiggled with each downward thrust.

“Oh, daddy,” you clicked you tongue, pout on your lips, wrapping a hand around his pretty throat, squeezing only a little. “Did I say you could touch me?”

Stevie’s eyes glazed over, quickly pulling his hands away to rest against the mattress, nails clawing at the sheets, fingertips just itching to be on you.

“I’m sorry, honey, daddy’s so sorry— oh god—” he cried out, watching with heavy-lidded eyes when you sped up your thrusts, fucking down onto him, with a devilish smile playing on your lips. “Please, baby, I’ll do anything, just please let daddy cum!”

You hummed, pretending to give it a thought, pouting down at him and how pathetic he looked, all shiny with sweat and pretty lips all puffy— you couldn’t help but reach down behind you and play with his balls, all full and heavy in your palm, giggling once his cock started to throb and rut inside you.

“Hm, anything, daddy?”

“Anything, baby! Y’know daddy would do anything for you, sweet girl— oh, please let me cum!” He was whining, crying out, tears threatening to spill from his lash line, cheeks all red and hair all messy, so pretty and handsome and all yours.

“Well, I suppose you’ve been a good boy,” you trailed off, one hand scratching down his chest and flicking your thumb over his nipple, “okay, daddy, you can cum.”

Daddy’s eyes rolled back once more, mouth agape and hips rolling up to meet the harsh smacks of your hips, clenching your pussy hard around him and causing his chest to stutter.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you,” he babbled, bringing his big palms up to your cheeks and cupping them softly, bringing you in for a sloppy kiss, all slick and filled with tongue. “Such a good girl, always so good to me, honey, treat your daddy so well.”

oh, i love subby!daddy steve <3

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beesspacedotorg · 2 months

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Romance is Doomed (Lie)

Summary: your parents tumultuous relationship has given you very little hope and expectations for your own. your boyfriend, Seungmin, seems determined to change that ... at least until he forgets an important romantic holiday. 4.2k

Warnings: angst. fluff. Kim Seungmin. porn. insecure reader. edging. no body type or pronouns mentioned. bad (?) parents. I wrote this based on a very sad conversation my parents had, so reader has mommy and daddy issues (double whammy). reader is insecure and at one point starts waxing poetic about being unlovable (????) but Seungmin calls them out on it so dw. This is my first time writing Seungmin so ... he might be a little ooc.

note: I don't really have an explanation for this. my parents made me sad so I wrote a fanfiction about Kim Seungmin to make me feel better. This is incredibly self indulgent, so if you don't like it that's okay. this is literally in my google docs as "This is for me and if you don't like it, sucks" so.

You know that it’s his job, so you can never get mad at him for it, not really. That would be irrational, and crazy, and you are neither of those things- or, not enough of those things to kick up a fuss. Still, when you hear him say it something in your chest pangs and you are left with a weird, hollow emptiness that you have no name for.

“Who’s your valentine?” Everyone is asking him, he’s an idol, it’s his job.

“Stay!” He smiles cutely and it squints his eyes slightly as he does. You can see his perfectly white and perfectly aligned teeth on your phone and you pause the video to switch to a different app instead, but your feed is perfectly curated to show you videos and pictures of your boy and his group, so all you see is him and that damned clip from that damned video.

You’re launched back to a conversation you’d had with your parents. It was in jest, you weren’t serious, but the tone of the day shifted drastically after you’d asked it.

“Mom, who’s your Valentine?” You were drinking the soda you’d just refilled and wincing slightly at the carbonation as you walked towards the car.

“No one, your Dad hasn’t asked me yet.”

“Dad, are you and Mom each other's Valentines?” He’s opening the door as you ask.

“No.” You can see your mom’s face fall, and for the rest of the day there’s a kind of gray cloud hanging over your parents. That moment sticks with you, and every year you think about it.

You and Seungmin are different though, you’re absolutely positive that he loves you. You’re absolutely positive that he cares about you and wants you around, you’re absolutely positive that if he wanted to get rid of you, he would. But he hasn’t, so you trust that he wants you around. But, this is his job. This is his job and you knew what you were getting into when the two of you started dating, so you can’t be mad at him, you won’t be mad at him.

“How are things at home?” You’re on the phone with your mother, you call her once a week. No matter what she’s put you through, she’s still your mother and you still love her, so you call.

“Oh, the usual. Your Dad is being. You know.” She sounds sad as she says it, and the worst part is that you do know. Crotchety and mean and in pain and cruel. So, you do know, and you feel bad for your mom when she says it. She is his wife, and he cannot spare her a drop of kindness.

The call ends, as it always does, with one of you saying something cutting and the other hanging up without responding to the “I love you” at the other end of the line. You look at your calendar. Valentine’s Day is tomorrow and he still hasn’t asked you. Your mom says he might just assume that you two are each other’s Valentine’s because you’re together, you say that it would still be nice if he asked. Your mom tells you not to hold your breath. You tell her that you aren’t planning on it.

It took the two of you a while to get together, longer than it should have, probably. But, as in all things, you are naturally distrustful of the intentions of strangers, or strangers-turned-friends-turned-? so you avoided the topic any time he would try and hint at it.

“I have two tickets to the Giants game tonight!”

“Sick! Those are hard to come by, Seungminnie! I hope you and Jeongin have fun.”

“Well, actually-”

“Hey! Did I ever tell you about this thing I saw the other day?”

When you did finally stop avoiding it, he asked you why, and you told him it was stupid, and he said nothing can be stupider than the time he and Felix managed to over whip the eggs for their souffle pancakes, truly a feat considering the fact that the eggs they were using were cold.

“I like you a lot,” you’d said. “I like you a lot and it feels like the love I have for you is replacing the air that I breathe, and I know, one day, you’ll get tired of me and my sadness and my everything, and I’d rather not have to spend years of my life filling in the hole that you’ll leave with foam that’ll collapse come morning.”

He’d paused for a moment, and you’d looked at the ground.

“I don’t want you to get tired of me and leave. I don’t want to be afraid you’ll leave so I do it first and regret it days later. I don’t want you to get tired of me and stay only to make jabs at me until I am nothing but a pasta strainer masquerading as a person.”

He’d frowned at you.

“Do you really think that little of me?”

“What?”

“Do you think that I would walk away like that? That I wouldn’t put in effort to stay, or to make you stay? That I would hate you so much that I would share a bed with you and hurt you at the same time?”

“No, but-”

“Listen,” he grabs your hands, “I’m not entirely sure why you think the way that you do about these things, and I won’t promise that I won’t hurt you- I’m not that stupid. But I promise that I’ll try not to, that I’ll make it up to you if I do. But you have to promise me something too, okay?”

“What’s the promise?”

“Don’t think of me that way. I’m mean, sure, but I’m not evil.”

“It’s not that I think you’re evil-”

“But I’m the one doing those things to you, right? In your head, it’s me? Whether you deserve it or not, I’m the one doing it.”

“... I see your point.”

“Good, I was running out of emotionally intelligent things to say. If you hadn’t been worn down we would’ve had to rain check this conversation for another day.” You laugh at him and he holds your hand.

“Your whole speech was really poetic, by the way, how long have you been sitting on that?”

“How long have I been alive?” He laughs, because he was supposed to, but he places a kiss on your temple too. And there’s a moment where you think that romance isn’t doomed, and, maybe, neither are you.

The first time you and Seungmin have sex, you spend the whole time worrying if he secretly finds you gross and disgusting. Well, you try to, but at that point, he’s gotten pretty good at telling when you’re writing heavy prose in your head and he then does his absolute best at making you lose your mind with pleasure. He succeeds.

“What were you thinking about?” Is what he says while he’s testing the shower water to make sure it’s hot enough to keep you warm. You’d tried to find a happy middle once, while you were showering together (In the dark, because “your eyes hurt”. You just weren’t ready for him to see you naked.) and goosebumps had broken out across your skin almost immediately, you’d shivered so hard it sent your teeth chattering, and your lips had started turning blue. When the two of you got out and Seungmin noticed, he’d said that you two would just shower together at temperatures comparable to the lakes of hell and he’d get over himself.

You shake your head at him. He won’t like your answer. He asks you this often, when you shrink in on yourself, and when you tell him, he always looks a little sad. But you don’t like to lie, and it’s bad manners to keep things a secret from your partner, so you tell him.

“I was worried you thought I was like, I dunno. Ugly, or something.” He deadpans at you. You worry that he’s mad. He huffs and drags a hand down his face.

“I’ve never come so hard in my life and you think that I’m not attracted to you? I came so hard I nearly blacked out, came so hard I think I told you that I loved you and you think that I think you’re ugly.” You feel slightly chided. He grabs your hand and gently guides you into the shower.

“Just because you feel that way about yourself doesn’t mean that I do.” He’s looking into your eyes as he says it, tucking your hair out of the way because it doesn’t need to be washed yet while he reaches behind you to grab the body wash. You gape at him like a fish.

“Close your mouth,” he nudges your jaw shut gently, “you don’t want to catch flies.”

You have something new to think about.

241302 11:37 am

Seungminnie?

eunming

seunmind

no!

having trouble yoebo?

ah shit

haha! yoebo

-_-

what did you even want

I love uou

yoo

Jesus Christ

YOU

cringe

Your boy isn’t one for romance and displays of affection, you know that. But you’ve had such an awful and weird day that you can’t brush off what he says like you normally would. It’s not even noon and yet everything that could throw you off the wheel emotionally has. Like they all took turns, throwing you off, dragging you back in, and repeating it until you were a nice, buttery consistency.

He’s busy though, work and schedules and being an idol, so you reply with your usual sad face and nothing else and take a nap. Naps always fix things.

241302 11:45am

jagi?

is everything okay?

have fun doing whatever it is then

i enjoy being around you most of the time!

241302 1:27pm

hannie showed me this video

well

he didn’t show me per se

he showed linohyung and i was being nosy

but anyways

it was this cat that was very small

has an outrageous win/loss ratio for hunts

i think you would like it!

it’s called a

sorry i had to ask hannie its name again

the black footed cat he says

241302 4:15pm

hihi

you havent texted all day

are you gaming again kkkk

i was going to come over but i dont want to interrupt

should i just stay and game with yongbokkie???

maybe if we play genshin i’ll see you

we can finally co-op!

241302 5:27 pm

ahh

youre not on genshin :(

are you playing something else

jagi?

hmmm

make sure you eat and use the bathroom kkkkk

you always forget when you get sucked in

You’re jolted awake by a very loud and rough knock on your front door. Also by the sound of your phone ringing incessantly. You answer the phone first.

“Hello?” Your voice is slightly panicked, no one ever calls you save for when it’s an emergency, so you’re half expecting someone to be dying or dead when you pick up. You’re halfway out of bed and scanning your floor for a pair of pants when the banging on your door stops and you register the voice on the other end of the phone.

“Did you change your lock?”

“Did I- Seungmin, what?”

“My key doesn’t work anymore.” He sounds like he’s pouting.

“The building changed it recently. Something about security measures or whatever.”

“Ah. Come open the door.” You’re opening the door as he says it, rubbing your eyes and blinking at him.

“Were you asleep?” He’s toeing his shoes off. He has something behind his back.

“Yeah.”

“Explains why you didn’t answer your texts, then. I got worried.” He kisses the side of your face.

“Seungmin, what on earth is in your hands right now?” He looks down.

“Keys and my phone.” You stare at him.

“The other one, genius.”

“Yes, I like to think I am. Thank you.” You keep staring. He sighs. He hands you a thing of your favorite candy with a note that says “more to follow” attached.

“It’s come to my attention-”

“Was it Chan? Or Changbin, this time?” He glares slightly.

“It’s come to my attention, and I realized this all on my own with no outside help-”

“Sure.”

“With some outside help-”

“Better.”

“That tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, and some people enjoy being asked by their partners if they will participate.”

“Is this you asking?”

“I’m getting there!” He takes your hands the best he can while you’re still holding the candy and the note and looks at you again.

“I am sorry I didn’t ask sooner. I will ask sooner next year and the year after that and the year after that and so on and so forth. But!” He gets down on one knee. You kick him slightly with your foot.

“Unless you’re proposing, you better stand back up.” He stands back up.

“Will you be my Valentine?” You can feel your eyes water.

“If I have to.” You roll your eyes for show. Seungmin stands still for a moment.

“Is that how I sound to you?”

“Sometimes.” He raises an eyebrow. “Most of the time.”

“I am hilarious.” You roll your still-wet eyes as you open the candy.

“That’s not the whole gift.”

“I gathered, there’s a note that says so right here.” He huffs at you, giving you that deadpan stare again. He told you once that you’re one of the few people he’s met who can give and take his sarcasm in equal measures, you told him that was the nicest thing he’s ever said to you, he hit you with a pillow.

He doesn’t answer, instead he pulls you closer by the back of your neck and kisses you. Kissing Seungmin is always an experience, it always makes your head slightly fuzzy and makes your heart stutter in your chest. You think that if it was possible to die by kissing, you would’ve done it the first time you and Seungmin made out. As it stands, you just feel a little unsteady on your feet.

Seungmin pulls away and you catch yourself staring at his mouth, wet and pink and swollen just enough that it reminds you of when he had braces and his mouth was always slightly pushed out. He grabs your hand and leads you to your bedroom, placing his gifts for you somewhere on your dresser before he nudges you onto the bed.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” His hands are winding around your waist, pushing your shirt out of the way, and he’s kissing you again.

“You’ve told me before,” you say it against his mouth, hands coming to tangle in his soft, fluffy, recently dyed hair and you can feel the sigh he emits from where your chests are pressed together.

“Can I compliment you just once?” You smile, cheeky.

“No. Never.” He grumbles something about you being impossible as he tugs your shirt off, leaning down to mouth at your chest. You tug his hair lightly and he shoots a glare up at you.

“What.”

“It’s not fair that I’m not wearing a shirt and you are.”

“‘It’s not fair that-’ Be patient.”

“I thought this was a Valentine’s day gift.”

“It’s about to turn into a Valentine’s day ungift if you don’t stop.”

“What the fuck is an ungift?” He shoves his hand down your pants to shut you up.

“You always have to be so difficult,” you interrupt his sentence with a choked off moan. “Can’t ever just be good for me, can you? Always have to fight me every step of the way.” You shake your head at him, denying it.

“Don’t lie, you’re doing it right now. You’re lucky today is a holiday, or I really would turn this into whatever the opposite of a gift is.”

The tone shift would’ve given you whiplash if you had enough mental facilities left to think, or if this wasn’t so on par with what you expect from him. Seungmin likes to keep you on your toes, sometimes letting you push without any retaliation, sometimes letting you get away with nothing at all. It seems he’s more merciful today, and you pull him close for a “thank you” peck that soon turns into something more.

“Seungmin, please-”

“Desperate. You’re always so desperate.”

“You’re being mean.”

“Am I?” The hand that’s touching you slows down and you whine at him. “Am I being mean to you?” He tilts his head to the side, falsely curious and fully condescending. He adds a fake pout for good measure.

“I’m sorry. I’m supposed to be apologizing after all. I should be nicer to you, shouldn’t I?” He’s cooing slightly at you, and you know he’s not being genuine, but you really just want him to go back to touching you like he was earlier, so you pout back and nod. He gives you a kiss on your downturned mouth and picks his pace back up.

Soon enough, you’re forgetting that he was ever being devious in the first place and then you’re spilling on his fingers. You’re brutally reminded when he keeps going, when he pins down your hands as they try to push him away, when he bullies his stupidly slender hips between your thighs so you can’t close them. It feels like your nerves are on fire, but at the same time you want more. You’re cumming again and tears spring to your eyes at the confusing sensation of too much and not enough and you can vaguely hear Seungmin mumbling empty platitudes at you through the sharp ringing in your ears.

There’s a brief pause where he shoves your bottoms and underwear off, mad about them being in his way, and then the confusing feeling is back again as his hand returns.

“Seungminnie, Seungmin, I can’t, I can’t.” You’re thrashing around hard enough that you’ve accidentally kicked the comforter off the bed.

“You can. I know you can. Just this last one, okay, baby? And then you can have whatever you want.” You know he would stop if you wanted him to, but you don’t really want him to. You want him to make you come a third time on his fingers and then you want to do it on his cock. His stupidly perfect cock.

Sometimes, when you’re busy waxing poetic about love and Seungmin and life, you think about how the two of you were most certainly made for each other. How Seungmin was made to fit you in all the ways that you were made to fit him and that whatever force brought you together made his cock with you in mind. The way it fits inside you and gives you that almost-too-full feeling without ever being too much always makes your head spin and you clench involuntarily at the thought of it even now. It doesn’t escape Seungmin’s notice, because of course it doesn’t, and he laughs a little at you.

He stops laughing when you come on his hand again, and eases you through it until you're twitching away from him and whining and then he’s kissing the space between your eyebrows and shucking off his own clothes.

You spend a minute just staring at him. He’s beautiful. You think he’s the most handsome and perfect man in the world and he has the audacity to walk around saying that he’s just “decent.” It’s moments like these where you finally understand what he gets all pissy about when you say you don’t like the way you look.

You’re drawn back into reality when you see him wrap one of his beautifully huge hands around his dick and you whine at him.

“What now?” The words are meant to be sharp but he’s too out of breath when he says them, so you brush it off.

“You said I could have whatever I wanted and I want your cock!” You sound petulant, even to yourself. “You can’t- Seungmin!” He huffs and drops his hand from himself and you can see his muscles tense with how hard he’s trying to give you what you want.

“Needy and desperate. You came three times and I can’t even come once before you’re begging for more.” He’s sliding into you as he says it, wincing as you tighten in sensitivity and stilling with the effort of not coming too soon. You nod at him anyways, finally agreeing to the things he’s saying. If he asked you to jump out of an airplane with no parachute right now, you’d probably say yes, as long as he would finally start fucking you.

“Mhm. Want you- want you all the time. Need you all the time.”

“Yeah? All the time?” His hips are sloppy and uncoordinated as he fucks into you, but you wouldn’t be able to handle much anyway with how sensitive you are, so you’re grateful that Seungmin has lost his composure.

“All the time.”

“Guess that makes you a slut then, hmm?” You huff, gathering as much of your shot coordination as you can to weakly hit him in the chest.

“No. Only want- I only want you.” He coos, softening.

“Yeah? Only me?” You nod. “Does that make you my slut then?” You shake your head. “No? What are you then, hmm?” You’re not sure, but you know that you love him, and the force of your love for him shakes every atom in your body if you think about it too long.

“I love you.” It’s all you can say, so it’s all that comes out of your mouth and Seungmin kisses your face because he can’t aim for a specific spot with how the two of you are moving and you know that he understands you because he always does.

“I love you, too. Love you so much. I’ll keep saying it until you believe me.” You let out a slight sob against his mouth and he shushes you.

“Pretty, you’re so pretty, baby. I love you so much.” He’s muttering it against your skin, hips meeting yours over and over until you’re tightening around him with an orgasm that’s almost too much to handle and he’s spilling into you too.

There’s a moment where the two of you just sit there, panting and breathing each other’s air, stuck together with sweat and cum and Seungmin’s dick that’s still inside of you and then your lip is wobbling and tears are spilling hot and fresh down the sides of your face.

“Woah, woah what’s wrong? My dick game isn’t that bad, is it?” You shake your head at him and tug him down for a hug. He lets out a noise as he’s flattened against you and his face is smushed against the bed. He has to move his head to the side to avoid suffocating, so his breath is hitting the inside of your ear and you move your head away because it’s very uncomfortable. He wraps his arms around you the best that he can from your position and when his dick slips out, you whine.

“Listen, I would totally love to still be inside you right now, but I think my dick might fall off, so just gimme a minute, yeah? Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I thought you forgot.”

“Forgot- oh. About Valentine’s? I might’ve forgotten to ask you to be my Valentine, but I didn’t forget about the holiday. I was actually strong-arming Channie hyung into letting me skip out on our schedules tomorrow. I was- I am, gonna spend the day with you.” His voice is low because of how close he is to your ear, but yours isn’t when what he says makes you cry harder.

“Everyone always forgets.”

“Not me. Not me, baby. I have to live up to my title of most dedicated boyfriend, I can’t just forget about holidays.”

“Who even,” your breath catches because of your tears as you start to calm down, “who even gave you that title?”

“It’s not important.”

“Seungmin.”

“... it was Hannie.” You let out another cry, but you’ve calmed down enough that this one is for show.

“I can’t believe,” your breath hitches again, “I can’t believe you’re gonna leave me for Han Jisung, ace of Stray Kids.”

“Yeah,” he turns his face flat. “I am, unfortunately. Sorry to break it to you.”

“That’s okay,” you turn your tear-stained face to look at him, smirk stretching across your mouth, “I’ll just go and date Stray Kids’ best vocalist. Bang Christopher Chan.”

“Yah! You said you stopped having a crush on him!”

“And you said you wouldn’t leave me for one of your members!” He huffs and hides a smile in your shoulder as he moves to the side of you to hug you better.

“I love you. I really do,” he says. He’s moved your head to the side so you’re looking into his pretty brown eyes as he says it.

“I love you, too.” You do, you really do. You hope he can feel it from where he’s touching your skin. You hope he can feel it even when he’s nowhere near you. He smiles at you, and you think that he can. You think that he knows how much you love him and he loves you with the same sort of ferocity. You look at him and you think that romance isn’t doomed, and neither are you.

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