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astraystayyh · 9 months

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You're sexy I'm sexy

Jeongin x reader. Friends to lovers. Lots of pining and tension. Innie has a fat crush. Mention of alcohol and drinking!

Inspired by You're sexy I'm sexy by Eric Nam, also by this moodboard by @chachachannah <3

Jeongin is out with his friends, and you. You're tipsy and sitting on his lap, and he doesn't think he can keep his crush for you at bay anymore.

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a.n: 7/8 of the series and a little fun break from all the angst <3 can't believe there is only one fic to go now :")

Jeongin is out with nine of his friends, they are loud and boisterous, their laughter echoing throughout the small bar they're in. Yet, the only thing he can seem to focus on is you. You're giggling at a joke Minho just told, and it feels as if your laugh is molten sunshine, running through his veins and igniting him from within.

You squint your eyes as you take a sip of your drink, your nose scrunching up as the liquor grazes your tastebuds, and Jeongin can't seem to take his eyes off of you. He is enthralled by your every move, and you're not even doing anything.

He's had a crush on you for a while, four months to be exact- 120 days where his every waking moment was spent thinking of you. It happened so abruptly, taking him completely off-guard. He's never felt this way before- a blushing mess, putty in your hands, so pliable for you to mold however you want.

He shakes his head, tugging slightly at his black bangs. He remembers how you complimented him on his new color, running a hand through his freshly dyed hair. You’re always so nonchalant, in your way of touching him as if you don't leave him burning up in your trail. As if your knee bumping into his doesn't make electricity shoot through his body, as if your arm resting lazily on his shoulder doesn't make the world around him fade away, until all he sees is you.

You stand up to go get another drink, and Jeongin finally feels as if he can breathe again. "You're staring at yn," Hyunjin nudges his side with his elbow, and Jeongin drawls out a whine, hiding his face in his hands, "I know."

Some time has passed, and Chan has called over some people he knows, so now everyone is squeezed into this tiny brown booth with Jeongin at the end of it. But no one seems to mind the lack of space, everyone is delighted the exam season is finally over.

You come back, a red drink in your hand, and Jeongin can tell it’s you just from the intoxicating smell of your perfume. He's learned to recognize you through those small details- he can even distinguish your soft knocks on his door when you visit his dorm.

There is no place left for you in the booth, and you pout slightly. Jeongin goes to stand up to leave you his place, but you push him gently back down.

"Do you mind?" you ask, pointing at his lap and he startles, looking between you and his legs. He stays silent for a while, unsure of how to answer, and you smile slightly.

"Never mind, it's okay," you leave to get a chair but he grabs your hand abruptly, pulling you on top of his lap.

Jeongin doesn't know what's taking over him, he's never been this bold. But he accounts it on the one sip of alcohol he's taken, this, and the fact you proposed such a thing. He knows you're tipsy because your cheeks are tinted pink and you don't seem to mind where you’re sitting, on his lap.

Jeongin can't think straight anymore, too overwhelmed by the warmth of your body. You are everywhere, all at once, and he feels a sudden urge to bury his face in your hair and never let go. You move your hair to your right shoulder, and the scent of your shampoo tickles his nose. The curve of your neck is exposed, and he wonders what would happen if he grazed it with his teeth.

Would shivers run down your spin? Would you gasp softly, pupils dilating as if trying your best to take him all in?

You are laughing, again, and the melodic sound pulls Jeongin out of his wandering thoughts. He finds it endearing, how your entire body shakes when you chuckle, as if laughter reverberates through you from head to toe. Was it normal to be so aware of someone's existence? To know them more than you know yourself?

"Am I bothering you?" you turn to ask him, a soft smile on your face, and he shakes his head. It felt as if his tongue was tied in an impossible knot, he couldn't think, or dare to speak with you so near.

"You're warm," you point out, placing your cold hands on his heated cheeks. He closes his eyes, leaning into your cooling touch.

"Here, let me," you smile, grabbing the collar of his leather jacket and shrugging it off of him. He simply watches as you place the discarded jacket on top of your lap, before rolling the sleeves of his white t-shirt a bit upward. Your hand lingers on his forearm, squeezing it lightly, and it feels as if you’ve sealed the skin with your palm. Anyone who gazes at it will be able to tell you touched him.

You lean your back onto his chest, and Jeongin tentatively wraps his arm around your waist. Your hand reaches up to play absentmindedly with his silver rings, and he wonders what you must look like to other people. He wanted them to think that you were a couple, he realizes. Maybe if enough people believed it, it'd become a reality.

The night passes and the place beside Jeongin frees up, but you stay on his lap. His chin is now on your shoulder, your back snug against his chest. He can feel every twitch of your body and every soft exhale you take, and he unconsciously mirrors your actions, as if looking for any way to intertwine your being with his.

He goes to grab a water bottle from the table but you hand it to him, unscrewing the cap in the process. You turn to face him, as he brings the bottle to his mouth, his eyes still fixated on you. A water droplet runs down his throat, and you trace over its path with your finger lightly, which makes his Adam's apple bob up and down furiously.

Your finger doesn't leave his skin- you are tracing over his collarbones now, and he licks his lips nervously. Your touch is barely there, it would be farfetched to even compare it to a feather. But it's you who's touching him, so he feels it, everywhere.

Your hand moves to rest on top of his chest, and he knows you can feel his heart beating widely in there. He thinks the entire room can hear it at this point. A testament of what you do to him, of what you make him feel. Only you.

"Hi there," you smile innocently and Jeongin lets out a dry chuckle, his hooded eyes gazing intensely into yours.

"Hey you," he whispers, grabbing a strand of your hair and twirling it between his fingers. His gaze flickers from your eyes, to your nose and then to your lips. It stays there, too enamored to possibly move somewhere else. You're talking, he knows you are, but he can't seem to hear what you are saying.

He can't blame it on the alcohol because he hasn't even drunk that much. But his mind is foggy with thoughts of you, of what he wants to do with you, if you'd let him.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" you ask, a slight giggle rhythming your words.

"Do you even know how pretty you are," he says in awe before his eyes slightly widen in shock. Did he just say this out loud?

"Is that why you kept looking at me all night?" you smile, a hint of teasing in your tone, and Jeongin buries his head in your shoulder. "Shut up," he says lowly, embarrassment clear in his voice at being caught.

"It's okay, you're so pretty too," you smile, pulling his head away so you'd be able to look at him again.

His eyes find your lips instantly, like two magnets that can't help but be drawn to one another- fated to be together, no matter how much they try to stay apart.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks breathlessly, raw hope dripping from his tone. "We don't have to be something more I just-"

You cut him off with your mouth crashing on his, desperately, and he gasps onto you as if you're the oxygen with which he breathes. You taste sweeter than he could've ever imagined, and he's getting drunk from the way your mouths move against one another. He wraps his arm around your waist, thumb brushing your sides gently in an effort to bring you impossibly close. Your hands finds his hair, tugging slightly at the ends of it, and it's as if you wanted this too all along. As if Jeongin wasn't alone in his longing for you.

Your lips are soft, immensely so, and he doesn't think he can go back to not kissing you. To preserving you in his mind as a fond memory, not when he knows what it feels like to have his mouth on yours.

"I want to be somebody to you," he says between kisses, desperation lacing his words. He doesn't care how needy he sounds. He's been waiting for four months. If there is a slight chance you like him back, he'd take it and water it enough until it blooms into something much more.

"You already are," you smile into the kiss, your teeth clashing against his which makes you both giggle. "You'll kiss me again when we are sober, right?"

"I'll kiss you for the rest of my life if you'd let me," he brushes his nose against yours gently, and you smile softly at him, wiping the remains of your red lipstick from the corner of his mouth. He places a tender kiss on your wrist, before pressing his swollen lips onto yours again.

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cdbabymp3 · 1 month

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𐙚chris' girl ; chapter one ― matt sturniolo

summary: y/n goes home with chris after the party. matt let's his desires get the best of him. i suck at summaries lmfao

notes/warnings: chris x reader x matt, nsfw !! slight perv!matt, masturbation, vouyerism (??) a hint of toxic!chris, that's it i think idk ?? i've decided to break up the chapters to be a lil shorter so it's easier to read ! that way there will be more of them too <3

read the intro if you haven't already :) LUV YALL IM NERVOUS ABT THIS ONE ....

not caring what response the random guy had to say, matt kept walking. while leaving completely wasn't an option, who's to say he couldn't wait in the car? enticed by the idea of complete silence and peace, matt strolled to the front door of the house and made his way up the street to the car. with a short beep of the car unlocking, he hopped in and shut the door, sighing in relief. after sitting idle for a moment, he was unsure what to do. was this a new low? hiding in the car from my brother and his girlfriend....jesus. defeat struck again, making him rest his arms and forehead against the steering wheel. what the fuck is wrong with me? amid his wallowing, a low buzz vibrates repeatedly from his back pocket. matt grabs his phone, the bright screen illuminating the dark interior of the car. not one, but five texts from nick:

matt rolled his eyes at his brother's hollow threat.

a tinge of anger made its way through matt's veins. of course chris did something. it wouldn't be fair to cuss out chris until he knew the whole context, but, fuck, was he close to. he squinted, seeing nick and y/n walking side by side towards the car, chris behind them on his phone. he couldn't read y/n's expression or chris'. they all got in the car awkwardly in silence. matt looked at nick for a quick nonverbal explanation, but nick shook his head like he wasn't allowed to say a word. with that, matt takes the cue to start the car and head home. in the rearview mirror, he sees ample distance between chris and y/n. chris' hand creeps onto her thigh, but she moves it off.

"you're seriously still mad?" chris mumbles, trying not to draw attention

y/n ignores him, staring out the window for any kind of distraction.

"this is ridiculous." he scoffs under his breath

nick scrambles for the aux cord and puts on some soft music to alleviate the growing tension. matt discreetly nods at nick for his idea.

other than the music playing, it's silent for almost ten minutes until chris starts instigating again.

"can we talk about it at least? y/n?" he pokes her thigh, but her gaze remains on the buildings that pass by

y/n's voice shakes, "no, not right now."

"so you're gonna be mad at me and not tell me why?" he rhetorically asks, raising his voice so that it overpowers the volume of the music

nick's eyes flick to matt's nervously.

"chris, let's not do this in front of them, please. just wait." y/n requests, fighting the urge to match his vexed tone, but it comes out even

matt lets it be quiet for a minute, then clears his throat, "so-uh, y/n, should i just bring you back to our place?"

her eyes meet his in the mirror and he gives her a comforting smile, mutely letting her know that the invitation is open but that she doesn't have to.

"um, yeah, if you don't mind." her eyes hold onto matt's stare longer than he expected, finally returning back to the window.

the rest of the ride is filled with an uncomfortable silence, everyone shifting awkwardly in their seats and checking their phones.

what felt like an eternity in the car was finally over as matt pulled into the garage. not even waiting for the car to be off, chris swings his seat belt off and gets out. y/n tries to keep up, quickly running behind him to where matt and nick assumed was chris' room.

after the garage door fully closed behind y/n, matt gestured for nick and him to get out.

"so you don't know what happened at all?" matt interrogates nick, locking the car

nick opens his mouth to start speaking, opening the door into the house, but puts a finger up to his mouth with wide eyes.

"what?" matt whispered entering the first level of the house

nick shushed him, steadily walking up the stairs to the second floor to reach the living room. curiously, matt did the same.

"i thought i heard y/n...it sounded like she was in pain or something...." nick spoke so quietly, matt had to step closer to hear him. the two brothers turned in the direction of chris' room, waiting for a sound, but there was nothing.

matt starts to walk away, "nick, c'mon-"

"mmh, chris, fuck..." y/n's muffled moan travels down the hall.

matt freezes, blood rushing to his cheeks and ears. holy fuck. the sounds coming from chris' room were borderline pornographic. y/n's sweet mewls mixed with chris' low groans could be heard over the sound of the skin slapping over and over again.

"wow, that was fast. usually, they fight a little more before this part." nick grabs his headphones routinely from the dinner table, "you know, i told chris not to do that shit when we're here anymore. it's fucking weird. but if he's not gonna listen to me, the least he can do is close his door all the way."

with no response from matt, nick looks to him. matt stands completely still, eyes glued to the hallway of chris' room, definitely not hearing a word nick just said.

"matt? what the fuck are you doing?" nick hits his arm, snapping matt out of the trance he'd been put in.

"what? sorry-i think i need to go to bed. i'm really tired." a lie so bad, he cringed the second it left his mouth. thankfully, nick had enough alcohol in him for it to go unnoticed for once.

"well, good luck with that." nick gave him a part on the back, slipping his headphones on and walking to his room.

once nick's door was shut, matt shuts his eyes tightly and took a deep breath. just go to your room, plain and simple. close the door and go to bed. matt opened his eyes, taking hesitant steps into the hallway. with each step, y/n's moans grew louder. it started feeling real, too real. he clenched his fist and held his breath, making it the space between chris' bedroom door and his; conveniently right across from one another. the sounds were no longer muffled and he could almost feel the heat radiating from the room. like he was being timed, matt slipped into his room, closing his door, but leaving it cracked the slightest bit open. peering with a fraction of his face, he could partially see past the crack of chris' door. the sliver he was permitted was of y/n. her eyebrows knitted together, both hands holding her up as she grips onto the sheets of the bed white-knuckled. her body rocks back and forth as she fucks into chris, who drills into her from behind relentlessly. she gasps every couple of thrusts when chris goes deeper. a string of their curses echoes throughout the whole upstairs. matt feels himself getting hard at the sight and sound her. it was so wrong, he knew that. a sudden wave of shame pours over him. if chris knew the things he thought about his girlfriend, matt was certain chris would shoot him dead between the eyes. so, making sure they don't hear, matt closes his door. he kicks off his shoes, peels his jeans and shirt off, and crawls into bed. it's pitch black in his room, leaving too much to the imagination. loud and clear, he can still hear y/n's erotic sounds. so pretty. even when she's getting her brains fucked out, she sounds so fucking pretty. matt had watched his fair share of porn in the past. he could never fully get off to how most of the girls sounded. sure, most of it is scripted after all, but none of it really got him going. there were always too screechy for him. but not y/n. she sounded like an angel.

he almost felt nauseous with guilt about these thoughts he was having. distraughtly, he turned over on his side, making eye contact with headphones that sat on his bedside table. maybe nick had the right idea. reaching for them lazily, he turned them on. a small circular red light blinked on the side indicating a dead battery. great. he rolled over onto his back, both hands pushing his hair out of his face. a loud slap sounded, earning a pleased whimper from y/n. matt's mouth formed an 'o' in shock. he didn't think she was into that...

he couldn't handle it any longer. the bulge in his boxes throbbing so bad it started to hurt.

just this once, matt...

lightly, his hand snuck under the covers, to his erection, palming it. he winced, the mere contact already giving him the relief he needed. another slap against y/n's ass echoed, working him up enough to touch himself underneath his boxers. grabbing the base of his shaft and stroking upwards, he shut his eyes, imagining he was the one making y/n sound like that. it was easy to tap into this fantasy for him, not being the first time, in truth. he could see it so clearly: him holding her hips, moving her body against his as he fucked into her. her soft skin sticky with sweat, little baby hairs clinging to her forehead as he kissed her lips and neck. he would take his time with her. not like chris. he would grab her neck if she'd let him, holding her securely. he'd leave little marks all along her tits. god, her tits. the thought of them alone was enough to make him cum right there. he'd fuck her as long as he physically could, as long as she wanted him to. and the face she'd make when she cums....the way she'd whine his name, holding onto him for dear life.

he was almost there, eyes screwing shut even tighter than before. his chest rose and fell at a brash pace, sucking in air, as he felt his release nearing. his free hand grabs onto his sheets, hips lifting up to fuck himself into his hand. so fucking close...

but then there's silence from the other room. mid-stroke, matt pauses, keeping his eyes closed. suddenly, chris' door slams. a meek knock on his own door causes matt's eyes to flash open in fear.

"matt...?" y/n knocks again, a little louder, "are you awake?"

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leilakisakabiri · 7 months

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Jealousy, Jealousy (Gavi)

Summary: You realize that Gavi never gets jealous when other guys are around you and it makes you question if he still likes you.

Warning(s): None

A/N: Hey! I had some inspiration to write so here I am! I’m trying to release shorter fics while I work on my longer ones. Requests are open!

Word Count: 2.5k+

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The first time it happened, you felt relieved that Gavi had decided not to make a scene and instead chose to calmly defuse the situation.

The two of you had been at a club late one night, the high from Barcelona winning hours before pumping through your veins. He had his arms wrapped around you as you both danced to whatever Spanish song the DJ was mixing.

You laughed as he spun you around before pulling you closer, leaning down to whisper in your ear as he moved a strand of hair out of your face.

"I'm going to grab another drink. Want to come?"

His breath was hot against your ear, and even though it felt like a million degrees in the club, and you were sweating through your dress, you still shivered, his voice sending shockwaves through your system no matter how many times you heard it.

You looked up, locking eyes, "I'm good, I'll save our spot."

He kissed the top of your head before letting go, "Ok I'll be back in a second. Try and find the others if you can."

You gave him an awkward thumbs up as he walked away and he chuckled before disappearing into the crowd.

The two of you had been dating for just shy of three weeks.

You had been friends for months before dating, with you initially being introduced to him through his hometown friends. Then there was a three-month period where you both liked each other but were too scared to admit it and ruin the friendship. Finally, Gavi caved after spending two weeks away from you without contact while he playing in the U.S.

Since he admitted his feelings for you that night on the steps of your shitty college house, he had jumped straight into the relationship, inviting you to his games, to hang out with his friends, and private dinners. You on the other hand still felt like an awkward pre-teen girl every time you were with him, he just made you feel giddy inside, and you reacted to things he said so intensely that the only way to cover it up was with strange humor and stupid jokes.

That led you to now. Sometimes being around him was so overwhelming because you were always scared you would say something to embarrass yourself, and although he never made you feel any less worthy you couldn't help but feel like he could be with someone much better than you.

As you stood there contemplating, you felt a body collide with yours, effectively pulling you out of your thoughts.

You stumbled, feeling hands come up to grip your elbows, stabilizing you.

"Shit- my bad."

You looked up seeing the guy holding you sporting a white button-down and an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, those guys just pushed me. Some friends." He said referring to the group of five or so extremely drunk boys behind you.

You shook your head, "No worries, I wasn't paying attention either."

He smiled, leaning a bit closer, hands still on your elbows, "Hey do I know you? You look really familiar.”

You squinted your eyes as you gazed at him, trying to figure out if you knew him.

"Eh I go to Universitat de Barcelona if that helps."

His eyes lit up at your words, and he nodded, "Yeah, that's totally how I know you. I think you're in my biology class."

You groaned, "No way the one at 8 a.m.?", he nodded, "I'm barely awake for that lecture." you muttered.

"Mean either but it's hard not to notice you."

You only heard half his sentence and looked at him confused, "Sorry what?"

His lips tugged up in a smile as he bent down, shifting closer to you, "I said it's hard not to notice you."

You felt your breath stop as you realized what you had gotten yourself into. You made a move to shy away when you heard Gavi call your name.

You lifted your head seeing him approaching as he carried your drink, "Hey who's this?"

You went to interject and tell him it was no one but the guy next to you interrupted, "Hey man, I got to school with her.”

Gavi nodded, accepting his answer as he handed you your drink, "Oh class friend?"

You went to speak but were again cut off by the guy next to you, who had still to let go of your elbow.

"Something like that."

You saw Gavi's posture slightly straighten at his words but he relaxed a second later, "Alright."

The guy turned to you saying something about seeing you in class and then proceeded to give you a hug, his arms wrapping around your lower back.

You noticed Gavi watching the exchange but he made no comment.

You approached him timidly, unsure of if he was going to say anything about the situation, but he paid it no mind, going back to casual conversation with you.

At the time you let out a breath, thankful that he seemed intent on letting you handle your own situation.

That thankfulness soon turned to annoyance and then confusion when similar situations happened time and time again and he made no effort to speak up.

You supposed it was good he never got jealous because you knew it could get very overbearing very fast, and yet, you couldn't help the twinge of defeat you felt every time someone tried to make a move on you and he did nothing to stop them or even show a ounce of emotion.

Slowly it was making you start to question your relationship with Gavi.

Why did he not get jealous? Was it because he didn't see others as a threat? Or didn't feel the need to because you weren't as pretty as the other girls he was seen with? Maybe he simply didn't care? Or perhaps he wasn't the type?

You knew the last one couldn't possibly be true because he was absolutely the type. His entire career was based on his passion, determination, and aggression to get where he wanted. His aggression is what made him so competitive and a loyal player. So if he was so driven and passionate on the field, why was that not carrying over into your relationship?

It wasn't until almost two months later that things came to a boiling point.

It was the last game of the pre-season for Barcelona and spirits were high, everyone hoping they could seal off a great season, and enter a new one, with a win.

The stadium was filled to the brim with fans and reporters. The family section was also full with player's partners and families coming to support them in the final game of the summer.

You were sitting next to Anna, the two of you talking about school, work, and life.

Eventually, the game started and you went into full-on fan mode - cheering along when Barca made impressive plays and booing when they were tackled.

The stadium was abuzz with energy, and you basked in everyone's excitement.

You gripped Anna's hand as you saw Gavi running up the sidelines towards the other team's defense, Joao running parallel to him.

You saw him sidestep, dodging the defender, and suddenly the ball was soaring, perfectly landing at Joao's feet as he placed it into the back of the net.

The two of you jumped up, cheering along with the rest of the crowd. It seemed like Barcelona would have its victory after all.

After the game, you stayed in the family section for a while chatting with Pedri's parents as you waited for the players to make a re-emerge.

You bid goodbye to them when you got a text from Gavi telling you to come down.

You made your way down to the field, waiting behind the barricades for him to appear.

The other team's players appeared first, signing fans t-shirts and taking photos.

"Need something signed?"

You saw a player from the other team approach you, waving a sharpie in his hand.

You pointed at your jersey playfully, "No thanks. I'm a Barca girl if you couldn't tell."

He grinned, "Ahh c'mon what will it take for me to convince you?"

You shrugged your shoulders, "Ride or die sorry."

He clutched his hand to his heart in mock offense, "Ouch. I'm hurt, but I'm not giving up."

You gave him a smile, remaining polite, as you looked over his shoulder for Gavi.

"Oh I know!" he exclaimed, directing your attention back to him.

He wiggled his eyebrows before taking off his shirt, "Here, new jersey for you."

He held it out to you, and you gave him an unimpressed look.

He rolled his eyes playfully, "Alright fine. I'll sign it, but only cause you asked so nicely."

You watched amused as he signed the jersey before offering it to you.

You squinted your eyes at him.

He dangled the jersey in his hands, "C'mon take it. You know a lot of people would pay good money for this."

You reached out to grab it, "Fine, but only because I'm going to sell it later."

He held up his hands in surrender, "It's yours now. Do whatever."

You thought the conversation would end there but he made no effort to leave, "Who are you here with anyway? Someone in Barca?"

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off.

"Me."

You whipped your head to see that Gavi had silently approached the two of you.

Besides yourself, you felt a tiny part of you waiting with bated breath for him to do something, to finally dig his boots in the ground and say something, but he remained impassive.

"Hey."

"Hey, you ready to go?" Gavi asked.

You nodded your head, unsure of how to leave the situation.

"I can lift you over the barricade if you need." The other player spoke up, and your eyes immediately flitted over to Gavi's to gauge his reaction.

His eyebrows furrowed but he didn't say anything.

You debated for a second, just to get Gavi to react, but quickly decided against it, opting to just walk around the barricade.

You approached the two of them quickly and with a hasty goodbye followed Gavi as he left the pitch. You heard the other player shout a 'see you around', and you waved in response.

You broke the silence first as you walked the empty tunnel, "Great game baby. You did amazing."

"Thanks."

His reply was clipped.

He went to hold your hand and you shifted the jersey last second to your other hand, catching his attention.

"What's that?"

"Oh, that guy gave me his jersey. I'm going to sell it." You explained, telling him how you were expecting to make hundreds.

He listened along till you finished.

"Can I see the jersey?"

You nodded handing it to him.

You swung your joint hands as you walked, talking to him about the game as he examined the jersey.

Abruptly he dropped your hand, mouth set in a firm line.

Your eyebrows stitched together, "What's wrong?"

He cleared his throat before handing you the jersey.

"I think there's something for you on it."

"I forgot something in the locker room, I'll be right back." He continued.

You looked down confused, eyes scanning the text before it clicked.

The jersey had the player's phone number on it.

You lifted your head seeing him already walking away, "Gavi wait. Can you stop for a minute?"

He turned around but continued moving, "Yeah what?"

"Stop moving!” You exclaimed, your frustration building as he continued to not express any interest in the situation.

He finally halted and you closed the distance between the two of you.

"Is there something wrong with me? Do you not like me anymore or something?"

He seemed taken aback by your words and several emotions flitted across his face, "What are you talking about?"

You took a breath, it was now or never.

"I'm not trying to sound conceited, but I'm pretty sure that guy was hitting on me-"

"He was." Gavi confirmed.

You continued, "So then why don't you care? I'm your girlfriend, so why aren't you getting jealous when other guys hit on me?"

"You want me to get jealous?" He asked incredulously.

"I mean I don't want you to become super overprotective or anything, but it would be nice if you at least acknowledged when someone is trying to get with me right in front of you. I know I would get jealous if someone was saying that to you."

"You don't think I get jealous?" His voice had a hard edge to it, and suddenly you felt like you might have read between the lines wrong.

You shrugged your shoulders, unsure, "I mean you don't show it."

"Of course I'm going to notice when some guy is eye fucking my girl one foot away from me, I'm not fucking blind."

"Then why don't you say anything?" You pressed.

“Shit y/n that's cause I don't want to scare you away!"

His admission only confused you further, and you lowered your voice acutely aware that your shouts were probably carrying far in the quiet tunnel,

"Scare me away? Why would that scare me?"

He shook his head, "The press is always making me out to be this bad guy. This kid that doesn't know how to get his temper in check and - mierda y/n - I don't want to get into this right now."

You relented, unwilling to give in, biting the bullet, "Alright so next time someone asks to lift me up, their just being friendly right? Trying to be helpful?"

His eyes blazed, "That's not what I meant and you know it."

You lifted your hands in frustration, "No Gavi actually I don't know that. You act like you don't even care."

"I care! Trust me y/n I care!" He argued.

"Then show me."

His lips were on yours before you had even finished processing what you were saying. His skin felt hot against yours as his fingers sank into your hipbone, crowding you against the wall.

You lost your train of thought as you got lost in the sensation he provided you. One hand went to tangle in his hair, as the other draped around his neck bringing him impossibly closer.

One of his hands slipped under your shirt, as he kissed you senseless. You finally pulled away for a breath but he didn't stop, moving to lay a trail of kisses from the sweet spot behind your ear, down your neck, and onto your collarbone.

You left out a soft moan underneath him, the feeling causing tingles in your spine, and a fluttery feeling in your stomach.

"We should really sto- fuck gavi - so-someone could walk in any moment." You reminded him.

"Just gotta leave a mark." He replied.

You nodded before his words caught up to you and you pushed him off, "What? No marks! I have to meet your parents tonight." You whined.

He grinned, not looking the least bit apologetic, "At least people will know you're mine now."

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Stripper gojo shakes his dick on your face and he also rolls his hips and grinds it against your face. Maybe shoves your face(not mouth) against his dick😳😳

SNUGGLED UP! — SATORU GOJO

minors, ageless and blank blogs dni.

content: nsfw; smut; stripper!gojo; afab!f!reader; porn with a ml of plot; blowjob

w.c: 1.4k

n/a: previously on stripper!gojo series. not proof read! sorry for making u wait so long! anon why are you giving me the graphic image of it (jk i thought of it before). hope this can make up for the wait! any interaction with this post is very much appreciated.

"Watch out! Damn," you laughed, holding his arm to keep your balance and his.

After that encounter at the club, you agreed to a second date, at which Satoru invited you for drinks. It was both a pleasure and a surprise to learn that you wanted to continue seeing him after discovering his 'little' lie. Pretty open-minded of you, he thought; most of them would've ditched him already.

On that date, you discovered two things. First, how misleading appearances are (your mom was right; don't judge a book by its cover), and two, Satoru sucked at drinking. Really, he was worse than a lightweight. Being a man of pride -and who doesn't say no to a bet- he accepted your drink challenge; after two drinks, his speech was slurred, and coherence had been thrown out the window.

Staggering, you arrived at the door of his flat (which you thought was located in a really wealthy part of town; it made you wonder if stripping made so much money, maybe you should change careers). You were grateful that the bar he chose was close to his place, and you didn't need to ask for an Uber. Satoru took his keys out of his pocket and clumsily dropped them on the floor. He bent down to pick them up and lost his balance, falling butt-first to the floor.

By this time, you were drunk as a skunk, and the slightest thing would be hilarious.

After much trial and error to get the key inside, Satoru finally opened the door, exaggeratedly motioning for you to enter first. "Ladies first," he said in the most gentlemanly -and slurred- tone he could imitate.

As soon as you stepped in, you could tell how lavish his lifestyle was, which matched the area he lived in. You didn't get to explore much before he trapped you in between him and the wall. A small gasp left you as his lips crashed against yours, messily ravishing in your lips— you could still taste booze on his tongue.

The bind you had sworn on yourself to never break of no sex before getting to know him better was immediately broken -more like forgotten- by the haze of intemperance that clouded your mind.

How long has it been? Your perception of time had been screwed up by the booze coursing through your veins.

With your eyes squinted, you looked up to Satoru, whose brows were knitted together in pure bliss as breathy moans left him. 'Was this a kink of his?' you thought, feeling the cottoned texture of his boxers rub against your right cheek.

You would be lying if you said you didn't think this was hot either— you felt your lower part throb with carnal desire, and your mouth tingled to engulf him in the wet heat of your mouth. Something that would generally disgust you -have your face shoved on someone's dick- had you mewling and whining, a coy smile curving on the corner of your lips. The scent of his musk had a primal effect on you, and as much as it turned you on to have his big cock (because it was, you could see it at first glance through the cloth covering it) rubbing against your face, your desire to run your tongue over his throbbing veins was more. You parted your lips, letting your tongue flick out and wet the bulge of his clad dick, hungry to feel the soft skin of his shaft around your lips.

Satoru elicited a moan and shuddered, the mixed haze of both pleasure and booze clouding his mind so blissfully that he felt his knees about to give up and buckle. The hand he had on the back of your head pushing you against his erection fisted your hair and yanked your head back. Clicking his teeth, he gave a light slap to the side of your cheek. "We're getting impatient, huh?" he smirked.

You pressed your lips into a pout, and a soft and desperate whine came out of you at his teasing. "Stop playing with me," you said.

Satoru shoved his underwear down to his ankles to reveal his lengthy cock. It was so pretty, the type you would wrap a pink bow around, you thought, a gasp leaving your lungs as you admired it.

He was big and well-trimmed, with only a few specs of white hair coating around the base, as a few veins ran down the limb up to the slight curvature at the tip. The bulbous and pink tip wept in pre-seminal liquid, enticing you to lick it off clean with your tongue. "Wanna take a pic?" He teased, snapping you out of your thoughts. His hand let go of your hair and stroked it while the other held the base of his cock and gave you light taps with the head on your lips.

"Shut up," you replied, flustered - wincing as his cock rubbed all over your face, the scent of his musk having your panties soaked in arousal. Your fingers delicately wrapped around his dick as you lolled your tongue out - the lewd plaps of his cockhead tapping on your wet muscle drew a low moan out of Satoru, his eyes lidded at the kinky scene before his eyes.

He took a sharp intake of breath as your warm saliva made contact with his fat tip, your hand spreading the spit across his aching cock. Your lips parted around his head and slowly pushed it further into your mouth as a curse fell out of his lips while you welcomed him in. Satoru fought against his hand to not shove you down his pubic bone, the temptation too strong as your mouth felt heavenly warming his shaft.

You closed your eyes as you began to bob your head lazily, your tongue pressed firmly under the underside of his tip and swirling around it. "Fuck yeah, that feels good," Satoru hushed, moaning lowly as his hand guided your movement. He thickly swallowed, holding his hips as you sucked his sensitive and bulbous head oh-so-gently, like the sweetest candy you'd ever tried. He might as well be, as he felt himself melting in your skillful tongue.

Your tongue passed over his frenulum down to the base, prying your eyes open as you took his ballsack into your mouth— your hand squeezing and pumping his dick as you kept your ministrations on his balls. "Just like that- oh, shit," he moaned, his head falling back as you licked on his weeping slit and took him back into your cavity, sucking his dick with more eagerness. His cock twitched inside your mouth as your pretty doe eyes locked with his elated ones.

You took pride in the reactions you elicited from him, his brows furrowed and his jaw tense with veins prodding out his neck as each suck of yours sent a tingle cascading down his spine. His soft words of praise inflated your ego and sparked your arousal, evoking soft moans that thrummed around the erect limb in your mouth. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to find some relief from the ache you felt in your wet cunt.

"So fucking good, those pretty lips feel so fucking good, milkin' my cock dry," Satoru hissed, his breath laboured as his hips jerked forward, thrusting into your mouth to feel himself as deep as he could.

Tears welled up in your eyes as his cock bullied the back of your throat, snugging him so tightly and drawing sinful noises out of you. Your jaw started to ache as you stilled and gagged on his cock. Satoru began to babble nonsense— head was so good he was falling into delirium while fucking your face. You brought him to sweet ecstasy, drunk in the feeling of your plump lips snugging his cock.

He let out a guttural groan at the burning sting of your sharp nails digging into the side of his thighs. "Shit, I'm close- you're gonna let me cum in your mouth, yeah? Gonna drink what I'm gonna give you?" he moaned at the thrum of your gargled moans around him.

He took your broken whines as a 'yes' and thrusts deeply one last time, his cock pulsing and spurting rope after rope of his seed down your throat, "Yeah, drink my milk, swallow that up," Satoru panted, pumping shallowly, making sure every drop of his cum stayed in your mouth.

You pulled out of his dick, gasping for some desperately needed air, your hand subconsciously massaging your jaw down to your throat to soothe the burning pain in the back of your throat.

Satoru dipped down to kiss your tears away, his hand replacing yours to soothe your jaw, a sweet gesture compared to the one done moments ago. "I'm sorry, I got a little carried away. Was it too much for you?"

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hii there!! i wanted to request a barbatos x afab reader where the reader rejected the boys’ invites to the school festival dance since they’re in a secret relationship with barb and ends up dancing with him while they’re there? maybe with some nsfw at the end lol, sorry this is kind of long :( i love your work so much, thank you!

A/N: I get so excited when I see Barb requests in my ask box! It's like, the fastest way to get my attention. lol (I'm completely normal about him btw.)

BARBATOS x afab!Reader | 2k words | NSFW / MDNI

Content/Warnings: afab!Reader who wears a dress. Some possessiveness if you squint. Oral sex (reader receiving) and other suggestive content.

It’s not often that Barbatos requests to have a night off so that he's free from his duties to pursue his own personal interests. No one knows his Young Master better than he does, and most of the time there’s nowhere he'd rather be than at Diavolo’s side. He plans to use this rare opportunity for a specific purpose: to escort you to tonight’s ball as his date.

Your blossoming relationship is still a closely guarded secret (although Barbatos is sure that Diavolo knows the truth already). You had some anxieties about announcing it to your friends in case their reactions were not supportive. Barbatos agreed that subtlety might be best, but it tested the limits of his self-control in ways he never anticipated.

When he confessed his feelings to you, your own admission was filled with so much love and hope and desire that it sparked something inside him he hasn’t felt in a long time. He masked his emotions and concealed his love for you, letting the ruse slip with stolen glances and innocent touches. Sometimes he was able to find a few minutes alone with you for rushed, messy fumblings in dark corners and empty rooms. It’s been nearly impossible to savor your company properly with so many others demanding your attention.

You normally attend these fancy parties as Diavolo’s guest and spend the evening with Lucifer and his brothers, but tonight marks a new turning point in your relationship. He can finally be selfish and indulge in your presence without having to hide his feelings for you. He won’t have to spend anymore evenings regretting that he can’t be the one by your side. Jealousy won’t sour his mood and make his hands twitch with violence when he watches others enjoy your company in his place.

You belong to each other and after tonight, everyone else will know it too.

The evening passes in a blur and Barbatos has never felt so pleased. He tucks you into his side when you take short breaks at the edge of the dance floor together. You both sip from glasses of Demonus and watch the rest of the guests mingle and dance around you. He leans in close to whisper affectionately against your ear about how lovely you are. He can’t help himself—you’re so beautiful in your evening gown, and your eyes sparkle brightly like precious jewels. His hand around your waist tightens slightly and he admits he’s wanted this for a long time. Your radiant smile makes his vulnerable confession worthwhile.

You seem oblivious to the other guests who glance your way with curiosity and envy. Barbatos suppresses the urge to preen when some of them narrow their eyes venomously in his direction. He can’t help feeling a little smug that so many others would kill to take his place, that you give your heart freely to him and him alone. He hides his smirk when he brings his glass to his lips. Once your glasses are empty, he invites you to join him for another dance.

Barbatos wraps an arm around your waist and presses you gently against him while he holds your hand delicately in his. The warmth of your skin seeps through the buttery-soft leather of his gloves. Your other hand rests on his shoulder, but sometimes your fingers trail down his chest and flick teasingly at the buttons of his jacket. Your playfulness tempts him but he tries to ignore the thrum of heat coursing through his veins.

He leads you through the dance with slow, languid steps. You follow perfectly in sync, the same way he imagines your heart beats in sync with his. He leans close enough that his nose grazes your cheek and he sighs a soft, happy sound of contentment. His warm breath tickles your neck and your cheeks dimple when your lips curl in a bashful smile. It feels like his heart is close to bursting.

He has everything he’s ever wanted, but desire flickers inside him like a roaring flame. He’s nearly overwhelmed by the intense craving to feel your bare skin against his, and he’s not sure how much longer he can resist. He bows to you with a flourish when the dance finally ends, and he laces your fingers together and leads you away from the dance floor.

If he were thinking clearly, he’d simply open a portal leading to his room. Lust clouds his judgment like a heavy fog, and his mouth is cotton-dry, parched with thirst that can only be satiated by a taste of you. Desperation unravels him at the seams, and he leads you away from the party with single-minded purpose.

He pulls you into the first empty room he finds, and the door slams shut when he crowds you against it in his haste to finally kiss you. He kisses away the hints of Demonus from your lips, and his tongue traces the seam of your mouth in a silent plea for entrance. He slots his mouth over yours and deepens the kiss as your tongues touch. The kiss grows wet and sloppy as his spit-slicked lips move against yours with more urgency. He swallows down every soft sound that escapes you, and he mirrors them with quick, panting breaths of his own.

He grinds against you when his cock stirs with interest and hardens against your pelvis. You roll your hips encouragingly, offering him the slightest bit of friction despite the layers of cumbersome clothes between you. His hands ghost up over your tummy until he reaches your breasts. He cups them in his hands and squeezes them gently through your dress, and he smiles into the kiss when you whimper. He traces circles around your hardening nipples before pinching them between his gloved thumbs and forefingers. He kisses his way up your neck and your head tilts back against the door with a whiny mewl. He mouths along your jaw and tugs your delicate earlobe between his teeth. His name falls from your lips in a desperate chant; your voice is a siren's song that he can’t possibly resist.

He lowers himself to the ground in one smooth motion and kneels at your feet. He fumbles with the hem of your gown and lifts the fine material up your legs. The fabric crumples in his fist when he bunches it at your waist to keep it out of the way, and you both tremble slightly with anticipation.

He leans forward and breathes in the intoxicating scent of your arousal. A damp spot blooms across your underwear where your slick has soaked through the fabric. He swipes across it lightly with his tongue to help himself to a little taste. Your hips buck against him in surprise, and he glances at you from beneath his lashes when you gasp his name. You’ve never looked more delectable than you do now.

He holds your gown up and out of the way so he can explore your body with his other hand. He trails his fingers between your legs, and the soft leather scratches and tickles the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He brushes his knuckles against you before pushing your damp underwear to the side so you're completely bare to him. You glide your fingers into his hair, and his eyes slip shut in bliss when you pull him closer.

He slides one of fingers across your entrance and gathers some of your creamy slick on his fingertip. He spreads it through your folds before lapping it up greedily with long, slow drags of his tongue. He chases your sweet taste and purses his lips while he sucks greedily at your cunt. The quiet room fills with your breathy moans and the wet sounds of his lips smacking against you. He’s never tasted anything so divine, and he muffles his pleasured noises against your soft, silky skin. You tremble delightfully as the vibrations from his mouth surge through you like a current. Your hands tighten in his hair and your hips grind desperately against him, coaxing his tongue where you want it most.

He growls deep in his chest and finally moves his lips to your clit. He closes his mouth over the sensitive nub and moves his lips lazily in sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. You keen above him, and each moan and bitten-off curse he draws from you shoots down his spine and straight to his cock. His own pent-up desires make a mess as he leaks in his pants, and his cock strains uncomfortably against his zipper. He ignores the throbbing between his legs for now—he's desperate to please you instead.

Your thighs tighten around him as pleasure crests over you like a wave. He pushes his face deeper between your legs, and you choke on a cry that sounds suspiciously like his name. He thrusts his tongue inside you, teasing you with the promise of what’s to come when he can finally fuck you properly. Your walls clench around him as he thrusts his tongue shallowly into your cunt, and he rubs at your clit with his thumb to bring you over the edge.

There’s only so much pleasure you can endure, and the coil twisting deep inside your belly finally snaps from his sinful mouth and fingers. When you come, a fresh burst of slick spills across his tongue. He holds you steady when you slump back against the door; you look exhausted but completely satisfied. He’s reluctant to pull away from you just yet, and his tongue follows the taste of warm slick that drips through your folds. You jolt from the aftershocks and increasing sensitivity as he continues tracing the path between your clit and your entrance with his tongue. He finally stops when your trembling hands, still tangled in his hair, push his head away.

He leans back on his heels and licks his lips with a satisfied hum. He drops the hem of your gown back to the floor and smooths over the wrinkled fabric, but it’s a lost cause—you look utterly debauched. His eyes rake over the enticing curve of your belly and your heaving breasts while you pant lightly and catch your breath.

His nose and chin are sticky from your juices, and your taste lingers on his lips like the most decadent wine. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and he stains his glove with your essence. He tugs at each finger with his teeth and slowly pulls off his glove. You mumble under your breath about how incorrigible he is, but he simply winks at you before slipping it into his pocket for later.

He rises to his feet and pulls you into an embrace. You melt against him with a sigh and he nuzzles against the soft junction between your neck and shoulder. He debates whether or not it's worthwhile to return to the dance.

He’s sure the others have noticed your disappearance by now, not that he particularly cares about their approval. His tacky skin, kiss-swollen lips and tousled hair betray the stolen moment of intimacy you shared together. You both smell faintly of sweat and musky arousal, and you couldn't hide this secret from them now if you tried. If anyone else saw you together, they would know instantly what you were up to.

Part of him wants nothing more than to spend the rest of the night tangled together between his sheets so he can fuck you senseless and hoard your blissful expressions to himself. The petty, darker side of him wants to dance with you one more time just to gloat to the others how incredibly lucky he is to have you. Both options feel a little selfish and he’s not sure what you would prefer.

You make the choice for him when you kiss him softly and ask him to take you to bed. It feels like he’s falling in love with you all over again, because he’s secretly pleased that you’re just as greedy as he is.

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stylesharrys · 7 months

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liquid courage

summary: y/n and harry go camping and the flirting finally comes to ahead.

word count: 5,154

warnings: swearing, teasing, smut; dirty talk, kissing, daddy kink, light spanking, fingering, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex.

a/n: this is a very old fic from yeaaaars ago, freshly rewritten and edited for your consumption may angels. a few warnings, this is fairly smutty with mentions of alcohol and weed use. but I hope you enjoy!

The night’s young as Y/N sips on Sarah’s margaritas, a sigh escaping her lips. Her surroundings are illuminated by the twinkling stars and burning fire in the middle of the pit. She’s perched on one of the three logs that surrounds their heat source, listening haphazardly to the chatter around her as the substance settles into her veins.

Y/N always felt more confident after a few drinks, resulting in herself becoming much more daring than usual. She’s insanely laid back when she’s been drinking, a stark contrast to her usual anxious and sometimes moronic self.

Although she’s only had two drinks, the alcohol has already begun taking its toll on her. Y/N can feel her hormones overtaking, dirty thoughts invading her mind as her eyes surveyed the camp for one person in particular.

Harry.

He’s leaning against the tree trunk across from her, his knees slightly bent at his slouched position and a small smirk plays on his lips. Y/N can’t seem to tear her eyes away, she doesn’t want to.

Harry’s always been a sight for sore eyes and tonight is no different. She notices the way his smirk grows into a smile at something Mitch says, and it sets off a violent rumble in the pit of her stomach that aches all the way down between her legs.

Y/N watches the way he reaches for the joint that Mitch offers him, eyes following as he brings it to his lips and takes a drag. She pinches her legs shut tight.

Harry’s always most careless on the annual camping trips, not having to worry about the consequences of the media exposure if he does something stupid. It’s really the only time he can get absolutely shitfaced without the worry of his mistakes and drunken antics making the headlines.

Y/N whines to herself silently, bottom lip tugging between her teeth when she catches sight of the visible veins protruding from Harry’s arms. Without a second thought, she guzzles the rest of her drink, setting the cup onto the dirty ground beneath her and standing from the log.

She’s got a sly smirk smeared across her lips as she makes her way through the small camp, catching the eyes of most the boys — including the guys with Harry. Mitch hits his shoulder gently to get his attention, a subtle warning that she’s approaching.

Everyone knows there’s something between Y/N and Harry. The girls knew she liked him, and the boys knew he liked her. It was just a matter of telling one another how they felt, but it had never been as simple as they. Instead, they allowed themselves the torture of silent, mutual pining.

But Y/N’s growing tired of the flirty stares and risque touches. She wants him and she knows he wants her. It’s all a matter of who makes the first move. And for the first time in her life, it’s gonna be her.

Y/N’s legs carry her gracefully to the men as Harry turns with slightly squinted, hooded lids and a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Evening boys,” Harry eyes her, drinking her in. That godforsaken smirk only grows as he notices the slight shy grin Y/N shoots him.

“And how can we help you, pretty lady?” Mitch queries, eyebrows raised slightly and Y/N swears she could’ve heard a low growl slip from Harry’s lips.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she speaks slowly, inching toward Mitch and placing a hand on his chest, rubbing her thumb against the dirty fabric of his shirt.

Mitch gawks at the motion, swallowing thickly as he shifts uncontrollably on the spot, his cheeks blushing crimson as Sarah stifles a laugh at her boyfriend's clear awkwardness from across the fire. Y/N turns to Harry, eyebrows raised but his smirk never falling.

Harry wonders if she’s trying to make him jealous, but quickly shakes the thought from his head. It’s Mitch, Sarah’s boyfriend – Y/N’s friend. But, still… he much prefers the idea of her rubbing his chest instead.

“Unfortunately, I’m not here for you, Mitch,” she sighs out, hands toying with the beige shirt that clings perfectly to Harry’s toned chest.

Y/N hums to herself, cheeks burning from both the alcohol and newfound confidence, and her panties are pooling at the thought of tearing that shirt off him.

She snaps back to reality at the sound of Harry’s voice. “Then what are you here for, honey? Wanna torture any more of the boys?” he teases, tone light but there’s a snarl in the back of his throat.

“Hm, maybe just one more.”

She keeps her eyes locked on Harry’s, silence falling upon them as she nibbles ever so slightly at her bottom lip. Harry squints at her slightly in an attempt to mask the flush of arousal that shoots through him at the sight of her.

“How much have you had to drink?” Harry asks.

Y/N grins. “Enough to still know what I’m doing,” she answers in a soft, teasing voice.

A deep sigh from beside them catches their attention. Mitch stares with wide eyes, Sam and Ryan grinning hysterically to one another as if to say finally, it’s happening.

“Mind if I borrow the rockstar for a while?”

No one protests as Harry gnaws on the inside of his cheek. He takes one last drag of the joint and hands it back to Mitch.

“Lead the way, princess.”

Y/N turns, leading the way as she walks in front of him. Harry doesn’t hide the way he watches her hips sway with every step; eyes glued to her ass. He offers his friends a boyish grin before following Y/N back through the camp.

“So where exactly are you taking me, sweetheart?” he asks.

His voice is barely above a husky whisper, his breath fanning out across Y/n’s ear and neck, sending shivers down her spine and right to her soaking core.

He knows exactly where she’s taking him – out of the way from everyone else, where their tents are set up for the night and just far enough so they can’t hear everyone, and everyone can’t hear them.

“I have something to show you,” she informs him, brushing off his question as she pushes him gently into the tent.

Turning her back on him, she zips the tent flap up before giving him his undivided attention.

Harry’s eyes are dark, heart racing against his chest and he knows what’s about to happen. Y/N slowly stalks toward him, placing a gentle hand to his chest and she backs him up until his calves knock against the side of her makeshift bed.

Harry takes that as an invitation to sit, his thick, muscly thighs spread just wide enough for her to stand between them.

Staring up at her through his thick lashes, Y/N bends over slightly, allowing him a perfect view of her cleavage. Harry licks his lips hungrily, watching the way she hikes her legs around his waist and sits on his lap.

His hands are quick to find her hips, the pads of his fingers gripping against her skin and she hums at the pressure he enforces. Y/N’s hands wind around the back of Harry’s neck, tugging teasingly at the dark curls that sit at the nape of his neck.

“Did you bring me here to show me you’re a tease? ‘Cause I already knew that princess,” Harry rasps out, his eyes hooded and excitement rushes through his veins.

Y/N hums at him, her smirk growing as she moves slightly in his lap. Her heart is racing, and for the first time, they’re so close that Y/N wonders if he can hear her heartbeat, her blood rushing.

His grip on her tightens as she brings her wet lips to his neck, breath fanning over the warm skin until her nose rubs against his ear. Licking the shell of his ear, Harry lets out a whimpering whine, gripping her tighter on his lap.

She feels his cock hardening against her thigh.

“I brought you here, to show you a good time,” she tells him slowly, nibbling at his earlobe gently and pulling away reluctantly.

Harry’s thumb rubs patterns on the skin beneath Y/N’s shirt, his forehead resting against hers and eyes gazing darkly into one another’s.

"A good time, is it?” he questions with a smirk. “We’ve been playing this game for a long time, petal. I won’t be going easy on you.

Another jolt of excitement surges through Y/N’s body and to her core at his suggestive words. Leaning forward until her lips gently brush against his, she speaks again.

“I was counting on you saying that.”

She grinds her clothed core against his.

“Because I’ve been a bad bad girl…” she brings her lips closer to his, parting them just enough to swipe her tongue across his bottom lip, “a very bad girl, daddy.”

Harry’s heart stops for a brief second, shock coursing through his veins, though he doesn’t know what he’s more shocked about. Y/N calling him daddy? Or the fact that he revels in the new nickname?

Without a second thought, Harry’s lips crash into hers, his grip on her hips tightening harder and Y/N whines against his lips.

“Hmm, you gonna punish me, H?” Y/N moans against his lips.

She’s grinding her hips to his as he growls into her mouth. Their tongues clash in a messy dance, a heated kiss – her fingers tugging on his dark curls and his hands finds her ass.

“You have no idea, princess,” Harry grunts back.

He lets his hands grip at her ass, relishes in the way Y/N bucks her hips into him even more, tugging harder at his hair as her fingernails scratch at his scalp. He pulls away quickly, lips descending from hers and down her jaw to her neck, where he suckles and nibbles at the soft skin.

She throws her head back, entire body flaming hot at the sensation of his lips on her skin. His tongue drags over the bruises he’s sucked before pulling away and pressing another kiss to her swollen lips.

“Strip for me, baby.”

It’s not a request and Y/N’s eyebrows raise at the demand. She doesn’t argue though, she could never. She pulls her hands away from the back of his neck to the base of his throat, squeezing just slightly before dropping her hands to her sides and standing from his lap.

Harry sits on her bed, leaning back on his elbows and watching with hungry eyes. It’s almost pitch black, the only light being from the lantern by the bed. The light reflects against the orange tarp of the tent, casting a tanned glow over their bodies, as though they’re still by the fire outside by the camp.

Her fingers find the hem of her shirt and she slowly brings it up and over her head, throwing it to one side and never once taking her eyes off Harry’s.

He shifts in anticipation, his cock hardening at the sight of her stripping before him. Harry can’t take his eyes off her clothed chest, the way the swell of her breasts cries out to be kissed and sucked.

Y/N notices the inner torment he has with himself. She grins wickedly at the man, slowly unbuttoning her pants, and within seconds, they’re pooled at her ankles and she’s carefully stepping out of them.

Staring with hungry eyes, Harry palms himself through his shorts, letting out a groan of pleasure and Y/N whines at the sight, another rush of excitement pooling in her panties. She reaches behind her back, unclasping her bra as the straps slip down her arms until it falls to the ground.

Her breasts sit proudly upon her chest, nipples hardening as the cold air envelopes them. Y/N hooks her fingers in the waist of her painties, ready to pull them down before Harry’s voice stops her.

“Leave them on. I want to take them off myself.”

She gushes at the instruction, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth. Slowly, Y/N stalks back toward him, climbing up his legs until she’s straddling his hips again.

Harry’s still leaning back on his elbows, the hand he once used to stroke his cock through his pants now placed tightly on Y/N’s waist as he stares up at her breasts.

She squints at him. “Are you just gonna stare at me all night, or are you gonna touch me?”

His eyes grow darker with every word she speaks and he leans up, his face level with her tits and he growls beneath his breath.

Harry drags his hands up and down her back until they come to the front of her chest, fondling her breasts as he gropes with a tender squeeze. Y/N let out a sigh of satisfaction, loving the feeling of his cold, rough hands on her body.

“So perfect,” Harry mumbles to himself, but she still hears his whimpers. His thumbs graze over her sensitive nipples, a relieved sigh slipping from Y/N’s lips and Harry peers up at her.

With a smirk on his face, he envelopes her left nipple into his mouth, lips locking over the hardened nub as he licks and sucks, drawing out a string of wonton moans from her mouth.

Y/N pulls at his hair, arching her back and pressing her chest closer to his face. Harry hums against her in appreciation, nibbling lightly against her nipple and she whimpers at the sensation.

She feels his hard cock pressing against her thigh through his shorts, finds herself wanting nothing more than to free him from his tight confinements. Within seconds, Harry switches; sucking on her right nipple and groping her left breast.

Y/N grows tired of the limited amount of pleasure she’s receiving, and without a second thought, she begins to roll her hips against his, enticing a low moan from his lips that vibrates to her core.

"Stop that,” Harry growls, biting harder on her nub so she cries out in slight pain. “What are you gonna do?” She teases back. Harry pulls away from her chest, glaring in warning and she smirks at the sight.

“Spank me?” It’s a near whisper, but he hears it.

Harry’s eyes darken and before she can even comprehend what’s happening, Harry has her laying across his lap with her ass in the air.

His hand gently smooths over her panty clad rear, an excited squeal sounding from Y/N’s lips and she throws her head back just enough to get a look of his face as she awaits her punishment.

Harry’s jaw clenches, the sight unholy to him and Y/N can feel her panties pooling once again. Without warning, Harry’s rough hand strikes down on her ass, her whole body jolting at the sudden assault and she chokes out a moan.

He growls at the sound of her whining moans, his cock straining against his tight shorts as his large hand smooths over the red print that’s forming on her ass cheek.

“Such a perfect ass, baby.”

Y/N can’t help her eyes from rolling to the back of her head at his words, pleasure coursing through her veins and she nibbles on her bottom lip, looking at him over her shoulder.

Harry turns to her, his free hand brushing the stray strands of hair out of her face and his eyes darken at the sight of her lip caught between her teeth. “You’re so naughty, princess,” his voice is entirely raspy and Y/N can’t help but moan at the sound of it.

He cocks an eyebrow.

"You like that? When I talk dirty to you, baby? You like when daddy spanks your pretty little ass?” his hand strikes down on her again and she cries out, hands gripping on the sheets beside them.

“Yes,” Y/N pants breathlessly, wiggling her ass in attempts to tell him she wants more.

“Yes, what?” Harry seethes, keeping a tight grip on her ass cheek and she can feel his nails digging into the sensitive skin.

“Yes, daddy!”

The words spill from her hot lips in a desperate cry, earning another spank twice as hard as the one before. Y/N cries out again, not even an ounce ashamed of the noises that reverberate through the tent.

Harry’s large hand smooths over her ass and she hums at him, turning so she can watch him with hooded eyes. He smirks down at her slightly, his fingers curling in the hem of her panties and he slowly slides them down, his lips parting in hunger.

Y/N’s breathing begins to quicken with excitement as he pulls them completely off her legs and discards them to the opposite side of the tent. A deep chuckle bubbles from his chest and she inhales a shaky breath, preparing herself for whatever is next to come.

Just from looking at her glistening pussy, Harry can tell she’s already close to coming undone. “You’re dripping, baby. All I did was spank you,” Harry notes, licking his lips at the sight.

Both his hands run over her ass, until one sneaks between her legs and his middle finger swirls around in her juices. Y/N hums out, eyes fluttering closed as he teases at her entrance.

"Hm, I’m gonna enjoy spending the night between your thighs, baby. Just look at you,” he hums in appreciation.

Harry pushes his middle finger through her folds, her warm walls contracting around him and Y/N moans at the feeling of his single digit filling her.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking tight."

He takes a second to compose himself. If she’s this tight around his finger, he wonders how tight she’ll be around his cock, something that excites him more than anything. Y/N grows impatient, pushing her hips into his hand so his finger digs deeper, curling against her g-spot and she whimpers out a filthy little whine.

Harry’s eyes light up at the sound, the fire within him sparking and he decides he can’t wait much longer. He’s wanted this for the longest time and he’ll be damned if he waits any longer. He tugs her off his lap, shoving Y/N onto her knees and he stands abruptly.

She sits on her legs, hands resting patiently on her knees as she stares up at Harry. His fingers loop around his shirt and she watches as he tears it off his body, his muscles flexing as he does so and Y/N let out a shaky breath at the sight of him – she’s seen him topless plenty of times but from this angle, she thinks she’s about to burst.

Throwing his shirt across the tent, Harry kicks off his sneakers and socks, unbuckling his belt and holding the leather strap in his hands. He looks down at Y/N, an eyebrow raised and she bites back her smirk.

She knows exactly what he’s telling you to do, so she does it. She holds her hands up to him, allowing him to tie them together with the leather belt he once wore on his waist. Y/N drops her hands back to her lap before he orders her to stand.

Reluctantly, she does, feeling his hungry gaze on her bare body. With his hands on her hips, Harry slowly turns the both of them around, gently pushing her onto the bed until she’s sprawled out beneath him.

It’s as though everything is moving in slow motion. Y/N watches Harry unbutton his pants before they slip down his thick thighs and he steps out of them as they pooled at the ground.

She can’t tear her eyes away from the dark patch of precum that seeps through the thin fabric of his boxers. The outline of his cock is mouthwatering, and she shifts her thighs against each other in an attempt to relieve some tension between her legs.

Her tied hands travel down her stomach and are about to play with her pussy until Harry grabs her wrists and shakes his head. “Hands above your head, princess,” he rasped, a pout forming on Y/N’s lips, but she does as she’s told.

Harry stands back, admiring her gorgeous naked body as he rubs his cock through his boxers. Y/N moans at the sight, rubbing her thighs together harder until Harry leans forward and nudges her knees apart slightly.

“Open your legs for me, baby,” Harry smirks down at her, watching as she spreads her legs as wide as she can.

He lowers to his knees, hands spreading her legs further and he presses soft open mouthed kisses along her thighs, his dark curls tickling her core as strands gently brushed across it.

Y/N’s hands involuntarily shoot down to her cunt, fingers tangling into Harry’s long curls as she tugs on them, urging him to touch her properly. He growls in response, looking up through his lashes and she swallows back a moan.

“Hands above your head, princess. I won’t tell you again,” Harry’s voice is much deeper now, causing another shock of excitement to surge its way through her body and she happily complies to his earlier demand.

Smirking up at Y/N once more, Harry finally dives in; his tongue lapping up the arousal between her folds and she lets out a sudden gasp at the insane amount of pleasure she’s receiving.

Her back arches from the makeshift bed, a string of profanities slipping off her tongue as his nose rubs against her aching clit. She’s a writhing mess beneath him, and it’s a sight he never wants to take his eyes off.

The muffled vibrations of his moans course through her entire being, an animalistic moan crying from her lips and she grips her hands at the pillow, fighting every urge that tells her to grip Harry’s dark curls instead.

"You taste so good, princess,” Harry praises, another cry tearing through her throat and she can feel her legs begin to shake.

Harry’s quick to pull away, causing Y/N to whine at the loss of contact. He stands to his feet, smirking down at her glistening cunt.

“On your knees, gorgeous.”

Excitement rushes through her body and Y/N’s quick to scramble to her knees, tied hands sitting patiently on her thighs and she stares up at Harry through her lashes.

“What a pretty sight. You, on your knees… waiting for my cock,” Harry rasps, goosebumps riddling his skin as he brings a hand to her head, brushing a few strands of hair from her face.

With his other hand, he tugs down his boxers, his cock straining out of its confinements and Harry lets out a gasp of relief. Y/N swallows back a moan, ogling at his hardened cock, his tip swollen and red and smothered in precum.

“Now, suck.”

Harry grabs a fistful of Y/N’s hair and shoves her face closer to his hard cock. She grins to herself, lips parting and tongue poking out slightly. Harry grunts at the sight, guiding his cock to her lips as his tip sits atop her warm tongue.

She can taste the salty precum as she teases her tongue over his slit, wrapping her lips around his tip and sucking gently. “Fuck, so good,” Harry whimpers, more to himself, and Y/N hums around him.

She stares up at him innocently, eyelashes battering with every blink and she slowly takes him deeper into her mouth. Harry can’t tear his eyes away, loving the way she watches him as she takes his cock.

His grip on Y/N’s hair tightens and he tugs it slightly, eliciting a moan as she hums around his shaft. She slowly begins to take more of him into her mouth, his tip hitting the back of her throat and she convulses around him.

Harry lets out a choked cry of pleasure, his hips slowly beginning to thrust forward as Y/N lets him fuck her mouth. With her tied hands, she gently cradles his balls, massaging them gently as she sucks his cock at the same pace his hips thrust into her mouth.

Her eyes begin to water, stray tears slipping from the corners of her eyes and she struggles to maintain eye contact with him. Harry’s a moaning mess above her, does nothing to hide the filthy whines that tear through his throat.

Harry quickly pulls her mouth off him, allowing her to gasp for breath for a few seconds before he rammed himself back down her throat. Y/N can’t help but choke around his length, evoking wonton groans from the man above her as he grips her hair tighter.

“Fuck! I’m so fucking close, baby. Keep going! So fucking good!” he praises breathlessly, his head thrown back and he revels in the pleasure she’s giving him.

It isn’t until Y/N feels him twitch on her tongue that she gathers up all the strength she can to pull herself off him. Harry’s eyes fly open at the sudden loss of warmth, and he pants heavily while glaring at Y/N as she catches her breath.

“I didn’t get to cum, so neither do you,” she states simply, although her eyebrows raise in a challenging manner and Harry’s eyes darken at her words and actions.

“You’re playing a dangerous game here, princess,” Harry coos in a surprisingly calming tone, taking her hands and helping her stand to her feet. Y/N gazes up at him, her nipples barely brushing against his toned chest.

“Maybe I’m just tired of games,” she teases back with a cocked eyebrow. Her lips pepper wet kissing to Harry’s neck, a relaxed sigh slipping from his tongue.

Y/N can’t help but squeal out when a large hand strikes down on her ass and her whole body jolts forward into Harry’s chest. He’squick to wrap his strong arms around her, legs curling around his waist and Harry’s hands grope at Y/N’s ass.

In one swift motion, she’s straddling Harry on the makeshift bed, lips on his feverishly as she grinds her hips into his hard cock. Harry lets out a low groan as his cock slides through her soaked folds, tip brushing against her swollen clit.

“You like that, daddy?” She asks against his lips.

Harry’s grip on her ass tightens as he spreads her cheeks, loving the feeling of her wetness coating his hard on.

“Want you to ride me, baby,” his voice croaks, Y/N’s eyes lighting up at his request. Wiggling her ass slightly, she sits up on his lap, using her tied hands to guide his cock to her entrance.

Without letting her adjust to his tip, Harry surges his hips upward, his cock buried deep into her tight cunt, evoking a sharp gasp from her lips at the sudden feeling.

“Oh, fuck!” Y/N gasped out, allowing Harry to thrust up and into her at a dangerously fast pace.

The sounds of Harry’s grunts and Y/N’s whines, along with the loud slapping of skin bounces off the tarp walls of the tent. Her head falls back, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she bounces on his cock.

Harry watches with hooded eyes and parted lips, his gaze torn between her bouncing tits and his cock pounding in and out of her pussy. Leaning up, his hands grip Y/N’s breasts, fingers pinching and twisting at her nipples and she shrieks out as he hits a certain spot that causes her to see white.

“Shit, you like that, baby?” Harry pants.

His hips thrust faster as Y/N screws screws her eyes shut, head thrown back as her pussy clenches around his cock. “Yeah! Fuck, yeah. Don’t stop!” She begs frantically, her sounds becoming uncontrollable as her whole body begins to shake.

“So fucking tight!” Harry seethes through gritted teeth, his dark matted curls clinging to his forehead. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna come!” Y/N cries out breathlessly, her pace beginning to falter slightly as her walls tighten around Harry’s cock.

“Oh God, Oh God! Right there, daddy! Fuck!”

It’s a filthy scream, her vision spotting as she reaches her climax. A string of animalistic moans tear through her throat as Harry continues to pound into her, helping her to ride out her orgasm.

It’s seconds later that her whole body falls limp and Harry rolls them both over, pounding into her as Y/N’s back arches, her stomach pressing against the makeshift bed. Harry grunts out, gripping her hips with one hand and using the other arm to wrap around her front and rub fast circles on her swollen clit.

Y/N flinches at the feeling, crying out at the pleasure and she feels the same fire ignite in her stomach again. “Harry! Fuck, I can’t- I’m gonna cum again!” She breathes, body convulsing as she begins to lose all control.

“Hold it,” Harry spits, his cock twitching between the tight walls of her cunt and she sobs.

“I can’t!” Her cries are muffled by the covers, grip on the pillow tightening as Harry smacks his hand across her ass.

His cock twitches between her walls, hips thrusting sporadically and she knows he’s close. “Please! I need to cum!” Y/N begs, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes as he continues to pound against her g-spot.

Harry lets out a moan, pinching her clit in his fingers and bottoming out. “Cum all over my cock, princess,” he encourages, a cry tearing through Y/N’s throat as her whole body spasms and she’s sent into a whirlwind of pleasure.

Harry pulls out with a moan, pumping his cock a few times before he comes all over her ass and the small of her back. She’s completely and entirely worn out, falling to the side slightly as Harry chuckles, grabbing his shirt.

He pulls Y/N closer to him as she lays on her stomach, propping himself up on his elbows as he gently cleans her up. Her eyes are heavy, breathing finally steadying and she nuzzles her face into the sheets, arms aching and she lets out a wince.

Harry immediately notices, throwing the shirt to the ground and untying her wrists, gently massaging and kissing the irritated skin. Y/N hums at the feeling, a content smile pulling on her lips as Harry carefully pulls her up so she lays beside him, head resting on his chest.

His fingers brush through her matted hair, his heartbeat drumming peacefully in her ear and she tiredly slings an arm over his waist, cuddling into Harry’s side and he smiles down at her.

“Don’t leave,” Y/N mumbles, his arm around her tightening.

“I wasn’t planning to.”

thank you for reading, feedback is always appreciated and I also wanna know what sort of things you'd like to see in future writings!!

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #imagine harry styles #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles smut #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles fic

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txtistheloml · 3 months

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3:13 p.m. - choi . bg

genre! - smut (mdni.)

pairing! - beomgyu x fem!reader (established rs)

word count! - 1072 (1.072k)

summary! - you've missed him. maybe in more ways than one.

the soft rays of afternoon sun beamed through your curtains, landing ever so softly on a sound asleep beomgyu. you lay on your side as you admire his sun-kissed features, wondering how could someone look so perfect even when asleep.

his chest rises and falls gently with every breath he takes, soft pink lips parted slightly to breathe. your eyes involuntarily trail down to his hands - a part of him you've always loved, maybe a little too much. you've always found his hands pretty and the way his veins bulged out to decorate them just made them look even better in your opinion.

having him right next to you, on the same exact bed as you felt unreal. he was finally home after a 9-month world tour. he'd only arrived this morning and the immense happiness you felt when you finally saw him face to face after months was truly indescribable. being exhausted from all the travelling, of course he had to get some sleep with you wrapped up in his arms. you were too excited to even get some shut eye, staring at him as if he would disappear if you even took your eyes off of him for a second.

all you can say is: you've missed him. maybe in more ways than one.

the veins on his hands were so visible even when he was asleep. your fingers ached to trace his skin, to feel his warmth. his touch, a memory that had sustained you during his absence, was now a craving. your hands pulled towards his face like a magnet, sparks igniting where your skin meets. the feeling of his skin was addictive, beckoning you closer, promising a satisfaction you knew only he could provide.

"baby... what's wrong?"

his words snap you out of your daydream, hazy eyes peering up at him as he stirs awake. his eyes squint a little as he looks at you, trying to adjust to the brightness the room offered.

"i'm sorry gyu... did i wake you?"

"nuh uh, its okay," shaking his head as he smiles ever so sweetly at you, snuggling his head into the crook of your neck and holding you close to him.

your mind floats off to the depths of your head, wild thoughts being all that you could think of at that moment. the way beomgyu's hand slides slightly under your shirt to rest his hand on the small of your back and rub soothingly at it doesn't quite help, pressing your thighs together discreetly for even the slightest bit of friction you could get without being obvious.

"did you miss me ynie? i missed you sooo much," he inquires as he pouts cutely.

you don't know what got into you but it feels all like a sweet dream when you attach your lips to his, feverishly kissing the life out of him. he reciprocates the kiss gratefully, having missed you too. beomgyu looked stunned when you finally pulled away, red lips slightly swollen and glossed over in saliva.

"missed you gyu, need you please..." words tumbling out of your lips faster than you can process them before you're practically begging him with need, whining softly as you tug on his hand. he lets out a small laugh before climbing over you, his bigger hands holding your wrists down on the bed.

"yeah? did my doll miss me? need my fingers? so needy, how cute."

beomgyu coos at you condescendingly and all you can do is nod your head dumbly at everything he says. kissing up the column of your neck as he purposely ruts his hard-on on your inner thigh, leaving you high and dry.

suddenly, he gets off of you and moves to sit on the floor against the bed situating himself in front of the body length mirror you have. he turns to you and pats his lap, "aren't you gonna come baby? said you wanted my fingers, no?"

that was all it took to get you scrambling to your feet and you swear it was the fastest you ever got out of bed. you took off your panties as told to and climbed onto his lap facing the mirror, his chest pressed against your back as he pries your legs apart.

he slides his middle finger up and down your slit to collect your wetness, barely brushing over your clit to tease you. "shit you're so wet," he groans, rubbing your clit in agonisingly slow circles. he gives your sensitive pearl a few firm taps causing you to whine out, "gyuuu, dont tease please-!" the last word coming out as more of a squeak as he suddenly rubs your clit quickly in tight circles, using his left hand to wrap around your throat and squeezing lightly.

"my fingers making you feel good baby?"

"yesyes yes! so good gyu, soso fucking good..." the pleasure that he was giving you combined with your lack of air makes you all lightheaded and giddy, knowing the tightening knot in your belly would snap anytime soon.

he slips two fingers into your dripping hole easily and curls them to prod at the sweet spot inside of you he has memorised, ripping sharp gasps and moans from you.

"look at yourself in the mirror doll, getting all dumbed out just from my fingers hm? my pretty doll."

catching a glimpse of yourself falling apart on his fingers causes you to whimper pathetically, seeing how you're just like putty in his hands. as he slides his fingers in and out of your hole, the squelching sound of your pussy ringing through the room is so loud and so lewd, you would be embarrassed if you were more mentally awake.

with beomgyu's fingers curling so perfectly at your g-spot and his thumb working at your clit just the way you like it, your orgasm suddenly hits you like a truck, sooner than he expected. he whispers lewd words into your ear and speeds up his movements to push you through your orgasm. one of his arms held you down to him as you squirm in his lap from the sensitivity, thighs shaking and you swore you blacked out for a few seconds from the intensity of your orgasm.

he slowly slides his cum-covered fingers out, watching the way they glisten in the light and he teasingly swipes a finger over your clit, watching the way you shudder slightly with a laugh.

"watch here doll. 'm gonna clean up your cum from my fingers."

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shu-porang-porang · 2 months

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Home at last

Pure fluff, coz my boy's so fluffy! (plus, I needed to wash away my previous fic!! 🥵)

Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / reader (gender not specified)

Theme: fluff, a little angst if you squint

Warnings: not proofread

Word count: 0.8 k

It’s just another one of those days, when the world seems to crumble down around you and your tongue feels too heavy you don’t wanna speak a word. As much as you need to hear his voice, you don’t wanna trouble him with your blues, he’s busy enough as is, why bother him with your mood swings? You’re watching a random episode of your comfort sitcom to try and distract yourself when his name appears on your phone screen, as if he sensed you need him.

“Hey gorgeous! How are you?” his sweet voice brings a smile to your lips.

“Hi, I’m good, thanks.”

“..hmm… are you sure? That’s not how your voice sounds like.”

“Yea… I’m fine.”

“I’m coming over.”

“No, you don’t need to, I know you had a busy day.”

“Nonsense. I’ll be there soon.”

He hangs up so you don’t get a chance to argue. Despite having been dating for only a few months, he knows you like the back of his hand. He knows you tend to keep everything to yourself, so if he doesn’t try to help, you’d never reach out.

Finally, he’s here, with bags of takeouts in his hands. As soon as you see his warm smile and glittering eyes, your heart skips a beat. He puts the bags down and opens his arms to you. You hug him impossibly tight, pressing your cheek to his chest.

“Thanks for coming.” You mumble to his chest.

“Anything for you, babe.”

He breaks the hug and cups your cheeks in his hands.

“I really missed you.” he says while leaning in to capture your lips. A few gentle kisses later and you already feel much better.

He points to the bags “shall we eat?”.

“I’m not really hungry…”

“Were you gonna skip dinner again?”

You don’t answer, just stare at the floor.

“Come on, let’s eat together.”

You follow him like a puppy. He sets the table and feeds you. No one ever treated you like this before, no one ever cared if you ate well or got enough rest. No one ever asked if you needed to talk. No one was ever there for you. Sure, you had friends and a seemingly loving family, but whenever you weren’t feeling well, they just kept away and let you be until you came around again on your own.

After dinner, you cuddle up in front of the TV, your back resting on his chest, his arms around your waist, a fluffy blanket covering you both.

“Are you comfortable jagya?”

You nod, looking up at him, he kisses your forehead. You turn your head back towards the TV and he rests his cheek on top of your head.

“You know you can talk to me, right?”

“There’s really nothing to say… you’re here and I feel much better.” you bring his hand up to your lips and kiss along a vein. He tightens his grip around you. The warmth radiating from his body melts your heart. You sink deeper in his embrace.

He kisses your temple. “Whenever you need me, I’ll be here, all you gotta do is say the word.” He whispers in your ear. You smile and nod at him. Oh you got words you wanna tell him so bad, but you’re afraid it’s too soon and would scare him off. You rest your head back on the juncture of his shoulder and neck. His cologne on his pulse point mixed with his scent engulf your senses. You can’t help but give a lingering peck to his neck. He nuzzles his cheek against your hair in response.

You feel like your heart is so full it could burst. How he turned your whole mood around. Right here, in his arms, it’s where you belong. You think no matter how shitty life gets, if you have him by your side, nothing can bother you or make you wanna give up. With him in your life, you could live forever or die happily any moment. You hate to admit a boy has such an impact on you, but he’s no ordinary boy, you’ve never come across someone like him, or maybe you think this way because… you’re in love.

You make up your mind, if it’s gonna scare him off, it better happen sooner than later, before the possible damage gets irreparable.

“Min?” you call out.

“Yes babe?”

“I think… I think I’m in love with you…”

“Well, that works out perfectly! Coz I’m in love with you too.” He says with a big bright smile on his face. Then he leans in to seal his words. He removes an arm from around your waist to cup your cheek. His lips move gently on yours, each kiss drenched in love, telling you things words never could. He feels like home, like the soothing breeze of a spring night, carrying the scent of cherry blossoms. A single tear rolls down your cheek and he catches it with his thumb.

He breaks the kiss: “Are you alright love?”

“I am, I really am, haven’t been this well for a long time.”

He keeps caressing your cheek as he adoringly gazes into your eyes, melting you into a puddle.

“My sweet sweet baby.” he says as he takes you back into his arms.

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aqua-reeus · 2 months

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model for me

⚠️NSFW 18+ mdni!! pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader cw: smut, teasing, oral sex, little bit of praise, little bit of biting hehe

a/n: apologies this is so damn long, but I’m a descriptive writer I have to write every moment and get it out my head lol.

Simon loves it when you model your new outfits for him

You stood with your back to the living room door after coming in from shopping. Simon wasn’t home yet, so you took this chance to try on some clothes you bought. Excitement coursed through your veins as you pulled out a stunning red dress from one of the bags, feeling its smooth fabric against your skin. You eagerly slipped it on, up from your thighs and up through your arms. With an effort, you managed to get the zip up halfway and pause, run your hands down your form, sighing as you gazed at yourself in the mirror.

The fabric hugged your curves so nicely and you wondered what Simon would think if he saw you wearing this. But those thoughts quickly dissipated as you heard the front door opening and heavy footsteps making its way to the living room, urging you to start fiddling with the zip again but it wouldn’t budge.

Simon leaned in the doorway, his arms crossed as he watched you struggle with the dress. His eyes slowly followed the contours of your body, from top to bottom, a mix of admiration and amusement in his gaze. A small smirk creeped onto his lips as he watched you wrestle with the fabric.

You turned to look at him, then back at the mirror, watching his reflection. “Hey you, how was work?”

Simon kept on smiling, watching you struggle and enjoying every minute of it.

“You need help, love?” he asked, his voice soft and playful. “Or do I get to watch you struggle for a few more seconds?”

You sighed and dropped your hands by your side. “Just zip it up for me.” You scoffed at him, turning away in embarrassment.

He moved off the doorway and chuckled as he walked slowly over to you, his eyes hungrily tracing the lines of your body. The scent of mixed sweat and tobacco filled your lungs as he got closer. You always hated that he smoked. Always, cursing him to put the killer sticks down. But right now, the scent was intoxicating, stirring something deep within you.

He came up behind you, strong chest pressing against your back, and you could feel the warmth he radiated. His scent now hit the bottom of your stomach. His lips lingered deliciously close to your neck, and he breathed out slowly. You could feel his hot breath against your skin, sending electric shivers down your spine. Damn, that man knew how to drive you wild. Slowly, deliberately, he started to undo the zipper, but instead of zipping it up like you asked, he pulled it down.

Your breath caught in your throat and realisation flooded your senses. You know the game he’s playing. He finished with the zipper and walked away, leaving you standing there, craving more of his touch as he casually settled on the sofa.

You removed the remainder of the dress and picked out another outfit to try on. And his eyes still lingered on you.

“Are you just going to sit there and watch?” You asked, a hint of seduction in your voice. But he didn’t answer, his silence only adding to the tension. With a playful tilt of your head, you modelled the new outfit in front of him, waiting for his response. “What do you think?”

“Mm, I think it looks perfect on you,” Simon said, his voice laced with a hint of desire. He placed one of his arms on the back of the couch relaxing back and subtly shifting forwards, parting his legs slightly. The air around you seemed to heat up with intensity and you squinted your eyes at him. You could see the lust and anticipation in his eyes but weren’t ready to jump on him just yet. No. Even though your body wanted to, you decided to tease him little longer.

You removed the outfit from your body and leaned into one of the bags and pulling out another outfit to try on, and another and another and finally, a delicate lace set. The intricate design and sheer fabric made your heart race, knowing the effect it would have on Simon. His eyes locked onto the lace set, following the intricate patterns and alluring designs. His eyes slowly fell back onto you, and from where you were standing, you swore you could see the minute his pupils dilated and turned dark.

You held up the lace set, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. You could feel the air thicken. “What do you think of this?” you asked.

“I think,” he cleared his throat. “I think you need to stop teasing me and put it on.”

You chuckled and turned back to the mirror, removing your old underwear and slowly putting on the new set. In the reflection of the mirror, you caught a glimpse of Simon’s intense gaze. His brown eyes devouring the sight of you donning the lace. You watched as his chest rose and fell quickly and you knew that the game of seduction had reached its peak. You fastened the delicate hooks and turned to look at him.

“Is this what you had in mind?” You asked, voice dripping with confidence and seduction.

Simon’s breath hitched in his throat and his eyes burned with a raw hunger that mirrored your own. “Come here.” His response was a command veiled in desire as he gestured you over, his hand patting softly on his lap. The invitation was clear and with a seductive smile on your lips, you sauntered over to him. Without hesitation, you straddled his lap, feeling his arms instinctively wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. The undeniable hardness beneath his jeans brushed against your inner thigh, sending an electric jolt through your body and sent a pool of wetness flowing out of you, soaking your new underwear. You could feel his pulse through his chest and his breathing became more rapid.

You barely had time to wrap your arms around his neck before his lips were crashing into yours. You met his kiss with equal passion, soft and slow. He took his hand and wrapped it around the back of your head pulling you even closer as he kissed you deeper, his fingers brushing through your hair and his rough tongue caressing your lips. A delicious ache built in your core as you slowly started to grind against his clothed hardness. Simon groaned as he felt your hips pushing into him, he pulled away from the kiss.

“I love you in this.” He whispered, his fingers brushed against your bare skin as he reached out to touch one of your nipples, teasing it gently through the material of your bra before cupping your breast in his hand. You let out a small moan.

He smirked, the corner of his lips turning up as he teased your nipple with his fingertips once more. A surge of pleasure surged through your body, making you hiss a breath in between your teeth. The anticipation was almost unbearable as you threw your head back, your hips instinctively grinding against his hardness, seeking more of his touch.

His lips had left a trail of fiery kisses and nips along your exposed neck. His hands had moved to caress your back and undo your bra and as the fabric fell away, you felt the rush of cool air brushing against your exposed skin, contrasting from the heat radiating from your bodies. In this moment you knew that you had finally attained what you desired all along: Simon’s touch.

With a swift and commanding movement, he had effortlessly lifted your body and gently placed you back down on the sofa. The sudden change in position made your heart raced and you watched in eagerness as he got up to remove his clothing.

Your legs automatically and slowly fell open, and you ran your hands down your body. Every inch of your skin was heated. Simon smirked, his eyes following the path of your hands as they roamed over your body. He moved closer to you, placing himself between your thighs and you watched as he left a trail of kisses down your body. Each one wet and soft. And as he moved lower, his teeth grazed against your skin, biting softly. The taste of you was intoxicating, a sweet nectar of your favourite body lotion and skin. It was a blend that was uniquely you, a delight he couldn’t resist. He savoured the taste on his tongue.

The sensations intensified as he moved further down your body, his teeth marking your skin. You gasped, your body arching in response to his touch as he continued his path, his breath was warm against your skin and you chuckled a bit.

“Mm, your breath tickles.” You gasped, your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. He grinned around your core and groaned, his own desire evident as you spoke. With his teeth, he pulled off the remaining lingerie, leaving you fully exposed. He positioned his head back at your core and with a deliberate slowness he extended his large tongue and traced a tantalising stripe up the length of your wetness. As his tongue teasingly flicked at your clit, the small pressure sent shocks throughout you. He continued his ministrations, his tongue danced and teased at your swollen bud before diving deeper, lapping up your juices greedily. His mouth moved skilfully against you, alternating between soft sucks and licks that drove you wild with pleasure.

“F-Fuck…Si.” You moaned, your voice breathless.

Simon’s ears reddened at your filthy words, but he couldn’t help but laugh softly against you, his fingers pressed softly against your wet entrance while his mouth continued to work its magic.

“That’s right, baby.” He murmured against you, his hot breath against your wetness.

“Si, baby…nng…mmm.” You whimpered under him, feeling a familiar tightening in your stomach.

Simon picked up the pace, his tongue and fingers worked in harmony to bring you closer to the edge. He hummed against your skin, the vibrations intensifying and making you writhe harder.

“That’s it, let it out.” He murmured as he continued his relentless assault on your senses, knowing you were close to climaxing. Your body quivered in response as the knot in your stomach spread over you. Your cries filled the room, loud and unashamed as the pleasure built up.

“Oh fuck!” You cried out, surrendering to the overwhelming waves of pleasure throughout your body.

Simon continued lapping and tonguing your sensitive core, drawing out your climax and helping you ride it out. He relished the feeling of your hot and wet gummy walls clenching around his fingers as he thrusted them slowly in and out. Your ears rung. Once you started to relax under his mouth, he slowly pulled away, lingering for a moment before he licked his lips. He moved up your body, locking his brown eyes with yours and his arms wrapped around you as continued coming down, your chest heaving against his.

“Maybe you should model for me more.”

“Maybe…,” you replied playfully. “I have a lot more outfits to try on.”

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thefallennightmare · 5 months

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Just Pretend-six

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: Please, I beg you. Don't focus too much on the whole Trey part(i mean he is an asshole.) But when Noah and Angel are listening to music, please please please listen too Eiley by Too Close To Touch. That is all.

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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"How are we feeling tonight, Milwaukee?!" I yelled into the microphone.

Cheers reverberated back from the ground up to the stage as I squinted my eyes when the stage lights cast over us.

"I'm glad you're having fun because if you weren't, this would be awkward," I joked with a chuckle while adjusting the microphone stand. "But all jokes aside, I wanted to say thank you for all of your support for Hollow Souls the last few years. It's appreciated more than you all could ever know. Because of your love and support, we're able to do what we love every night."

I pointed to Chase who did his typical ten-second drum solo then to Malcolm who strummed a few notes on his bass before giving an over-exaggerated bow. And reluctantly, I pointed to Trey who came up to me and threw an arm around my shoulder, leaving a kiss on my cheek; it smelled like vodka and cigarettes.

"Thanks, baby," he winked before chugging half of his clear water bottle that I was sure wasn't water.

Glancing over to the left side of the stage, I gave a wide smile to the guys of Bad Omens as they all watched out set. They had a killer set before us, this one I actually watched, and the energy that vibrated off of them stuck to me before I came out here, finally letting the excitement of performing to fill my veins. This was the first night in a while that I moved around on stage and put on a show for the crowd.

Noah flashed me a brief smile, memories of our day on the beach a few days ago still burning hot in my mind, and I gave him a small wave.

"So we only have two songs left," I spoke back into the microphone which in turn made the crowd boo loudly. "But you guys have to admit, we put on a killer show for you all tonight. But what about Bad Omens?"

The crow cheered but not as loud as I thought they should so I grabbed the mic off of the stand before going up to the little stage that Chase had his drums set up so I could stare down at the entire crowd.

"Oh, that was some weak shit, Milwaukee," I showed them my mock disappointment by placing my hand on my hip.

Chase looked at me with a smile, knowing what I was fishing for so he beat on his drum, hyping up the crowd.

"I want to hear every single one of you scream for Bad Omens on the count of three. Ready?!"

Cheers and screams filled the large venue hall, but I was greedy; I needed to hear it louder. These guys deserved it.

"One!" I held up one finger.

Chase drummed faster; harder.

"Two!"

Two fingers up in the air as Chase put more force into his drumming.

Looking back over to where Bad Omens were watching with bright smiles as I hyped up the crowd for them, I held up three fingers, Chase breaking out in a full on drum solo now.

"THREE!"

The screams were loud, deafening, and I took out my ear in so I could hear it for myself. My heart pounded in my chest as I ran down the steps from Chase's makeshift stage and ran to one end of the stage, throwing up my arms up in the air before doing the same thing on the other end of the stage. Malcolm played a few chords on his bass as I stood next to him.

"You guys might not think this now but Bad Omens are going to be huge in a few years. They'll be in our position selling out shows and Hollow Souls will open for them," I promised into the microphone.

Malcolm watched me with awe through the messy strands of auburn hair that covered his face. Tonight was the first night all tour that I interacted with the crowd this much and fuck, it felt so good. With the energy of watching Bad Omens play and the crowd singing to every one of our songs made adrenaline course through me and I couldn't stop.

Noah's words from our first night on tour came to mind: "Come alive out there. Have fun."

Trey watched me with pure distaste in his eyes as I hyped up Noah and his friends but I didn't care; I was feeling so good about myself that I even wore something different from I usually did. A short-sleeved white crop top with black high wasted shorts. It showed off most of my tattoos and when Trey tried to tell me to go change, I simply told him to fuck off before running out on stage.

As I walked over to the area by Chase's drum stage where I kept my water, I glanced to my right and noticed that all the guys of Bad Omens were giving me large smiles with Noah finishing it with a wink. I also had my phone on here and usually I never checked it during our set but there was this feeling deep in my gut that told me to check it. It shocked me to see it was from Mason, an old friend of mine.

I'm sorry it has to be through text but you needed to know. Keaton's gone.

My phone slipped from my grasp as I nearly choked on my breath, vacant eyes staring at the floor beneath my feet. I swear my heart stopped in that moment I read the text, almost not believing it. But knowing it came from Mason who was close with Keaton, it was true.

Keaton's gone? I just talked to him a few days ago, and we made plans to catch up once tour was over.

I sucked in a breath; the realization hitting me like a freight train, and I spun around to side stage just in time to see Noah staring down at the phone in his hand. His body was stilled straight, not moving an inch, but even from this distance I could see the cold expression that crossed his face. Nothing about his body language gave off what he was thinking; what he was feeling.

"Look at me, Noah." I muttered under my breath.

I needed to know what his eyes were saying.

Instead, he shoved his phone into his pocket before turning his back to me and disappearing from view, the rest of his friends following close behind.

"Y/N?"

Through my hazy vision, I glanced up to Chase who was kneeling on his makeshift stage so he could look down at me.

"What's wrong?" His voice was full of worry.

He must have seen me read the text and knew me so well to know something was drastically wrong.

"Uh," I blinked slowly, voice wavering, as the grief sank its feral fangs deep into the marrow of my bones. It's nails gouged through my heart, it bleeding to the depths of my stomach.

What was I supposed to do? Cancel the rest of the show?

No, Keaton wouldn't want that. He would want me to perform with every ounce I had left in me and that's what I was going to do. We could all grief together after.

"I'll explain after the show. Lets close it out strong," I nodded my reassurance to Chase before slowly walking over to my microphone stand.

I ignored the crowd as they chanted for an encore and pushed my way through the bodies of our crew members. Malcolm and Chase were hot on my heels, waiting for me to explain what the hell was going on. I rushed through the last two songs so I could get off stage and find Noah. I needed to know if he was alright.

Trey's fingers grasped my elbow in a tight grip to haul me to a stop. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you rush through the last two songs?"

"Fuck off!" I screamed while ripping my arm from his grasp.

Tears burned in my eyes, and I dug my palms into them to stop the tears from falling. I couldn't break down right now. I needed to find Noah.

When Trey tried to grab me again, Chase stepped in front of me and pushed him hard in his chest. "Leave her alone, man. Can't you see something's wrong?"

"This isn't your business!" Trey stepped up into Chase's chest.

Malcolm felt the immediate change in air, the tension growing its webs deep into the air around us, so he laid a soft touch on Chase's shoulder.

"He's not worth it, man."

Trey snickered. "You always have to come to Chase's rescue. Is that what true love is?"

Chase cursed before pushing past Malcom, laying his fist directly into Trey's jaw, knocking his ass to the floor. I yelped out in surprise while covering my mouth as Chase tried to get another hit in but now Malcolm was pushing him farther away from Trey.

"Calm down! You can't do that right now."

He spat at the floor where Trey sat while clutching his jaw. "He deserves it! I'm pissed I waited this long!"

Trey was fast on his feet to barrel past Malcom to tackle Chase down the ground, laying fist after fist into his face.

"Stop it!" I yelled with tears in my eyes.

Malcolm cursed then grabbed Trey from the back and basically tossed him to the side. Chase scrambled to his feet, spitting blood at the ground as he tried to go after Trey.

"That's all you got, pretty boy? Need your boyfriend to come save you again?" Trey taunted with a smirk.

"Fuck off, Trey!" I screamed while stepping between him and Chase, who immediately moved me behind him to block me from Trey.

"Oh, what's this?" He raised a brow. "Noah's dick wasn't enough, now she's sucking yours too?"

Trey's body crumbled to the ground, clutching his now broken nose that had blood pooling to the floor between his fingers.

Malcom cursed under his breath while rubbing his sore knuckles.

"You're a piece of shit," I seethed from over Chase's shoulder. "Not everything is about you!"

"The hell it isn't!" Trey screamed. "You're always taking everyone else side. I'm your boyfriend, Y/N! Why are you in such a hurry to find Noah? You should be with me, not some pussy kid who think he's going to be the next big thing."

Chase advantaged to Trey once more but Malcom was quick to step in front of him.

Malcolm grabbed Chase's face so he could look at just his emerald eyes. "I know, man. But look at Y/N, look at her! She's two seconds away from breaking down and we don't know why. She needs us."

Chase's nostrils flared as he gave one last glance down to Trey before his eyes fell on me, who was still covering my mouth, mind swirling with so many differnt emotions I didn't know which one to focus on. I didn't realize but tears were streaming down my face as I continued to stare at Trey.

"I can't believe you're taking their side. After everything I gave you?" He seethed while slowly rising to his feet.

I blinked, astonished he said that. "I'm not getting into this with you right now."

He spit blood at my feet, wiping it on the back of his hand. "You're pathetic."

I thought the anger would rise as he pushed past us but the grief was so strong; it outweighed all the rest.

"Y/N," Malcolm was now lifting my chin up towards his face, worry filling the emerald lights of his eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I have to find, Noah."

My voice was so quiet, and I knew they didn't hear me so after clearing my throat, I held my shoulders straighter so I could tell them the words that I was dreading to say.

"Keaton. He's uh-.," I swallowed thickly. "Keaton's dead."

Chase's anger left his body as he ran a hand over his buzzed head while Malcolm gave a slow nod, my words still registering with him. We all were close with the guys in Too Close To Touch but they knew the special bond Keaton and I had. They also knew how much I was battling inside my mind.

"Come on," Chase's soothing voice encompassed around me as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, leading us through the backstage area of the venue.

Malcolm showed us his phone. "Jolly said Noah's outside, he wanted to be alone."

I nodded numbly. "Maybe I'll catch him before we leave-."

"No."

Turning in Chase's arms, I saw Nick standing at the doorway that lead out to the back parking lot. His hair was a mess as if he was running his hands through his and while his eyes were red, it looked like he was holding in his own tears.

"He won't talk to any of us, not even me. He's shutting down and I don't know how to help him," Nick said with so much defeat in his voice, it made my heart wrench in pain.

"I don't know how much help I'll be if he won't even listen to you, Nick," I shrugged.

His eyes shined with the wetness of tears. "Please."

I was already loss for words and which made me unable to say the things that crawled my mind. How would I be able to translate how I'm feeling about this when truthfully, I didn't know myself?

"Okay," I let out in one breath. "Where is he?"

"When I left him, he was pacing in front of our bus," Nick said while motioning for me to follow.

Chase left a kiss on my head while Malcolm bumped his fist with mine, his way of showing affection, and I followed Nick outside where the sight broke my heart. Noah was pacing the length of the bus, running a frantic hand through his long hair. Jolly and Folio watched from afar with their hands in their pockets, not sure what to do. Noah let out a loud noise that shook the earth beneath me, the raw grief destroying him.

"Noah," I spoke softly.

Red, bloodshot eyes, stared back at me as tears stained his face. Noah's bottom lips trembled as a broken sob crawled out of his throat.

"Is Trey around? Because I don't want to deal with that bullshit right now."

"Fuck Trey," I spat, the altercation from earlier still burning low. "It's just you and me, Noah."

Both of us stood still for a long moment before the same magnetic pull that was etched in deep in our hearts made us both break out in a sprint towards each other. I fell into his embrace, nearly knocking him over, as his arms circling around me while he buried his face in my hairline. Noah completely broke down when my hands spread over his large back, needing to feel the heat of him. I cried into his shirt as my fists grasped the back of it. We stayed like that for so long, until neither of us could cry anymore, and his raw voice spoke in a hushed tone.

"He can't-." The words died on his lips as he choked on a broken sob.

Still in his embrace, I rested my chin on his chest as I looked up at him. "I just talked to him earlier this week."

Noah tensed in my arms for the briefest of moments. "Me too."

I rested my cheek to his chest again letting the beat of his heart calm my own. One had was running fingers through the long strands of my hair while the other grasped at my lower back. This pain was unknown; I'd never lost someone so close to me like this before. I didn't know the correct way to grief but knowing that Noah was going through the same thing made it a little easier.

"Kenneth said the funeral is on Friday," Noah's chest rumbled.

I looked up at him again with my arms still wrapped around him. "What do you want to do?"

Noah swallowed the large lump in his throat, doing his best to hold back his tears. "I need to go."

"Alright. I'll book us two tickets to Kentucky. I'm sure Ethan and Matt will understand if we need to cancel the next show."

"You're coming with me?" He asked, almost shocked. "What about-?"

I gently touched his cheek. "I'm not letting you deal with this on your own, Noah. Keaton was my friend too. I'm going."

With a relief sigh, he brushed his lips through my hairline, pressing the softest of kisses there and even though I forced the butterflies deep down to the pits of my stomach, I couldn't stop the small smile that pulled at my lips.

"Thank you, angel."

Hoping out of the bathroom on one foot, I balanced while strapping on one heel before switching feet to do the same to the other. I straightened out and brushed away the stray hairs on my black dress before turning my attention to Noah, who was standing in front of the mirror in the room, staring at himself.

"I'm almost ready to go. I just need to find my jacket," I said as I rummaged through my suitcase.

He didn't say a word, just kept staring absentmindedly at his reflection and although he was already dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a black button him, something was missing from his outfit; the grey tie that hung loose from his fingers.

We arrived to the hotel in Lexington earlier this morning and almost immediately, Noah shut himself in the bathroom to get ready. I checked in on him after a while when I realized the shower was running for some time and when he called back. 'I'm alright, angel' I let him be. Noah needed time to heal and mentally prepare himself for today. I didn't want to add any extra pressure that wasn't necessary. Thankfully, both Matt and Ethan were more than alright with us taking two days off to come to Keaton's funeral. We ended up having to cancel tonight's show but once news broke online of Keaton's passing; the fans understood.

After the first initial shock of finding out about Keaton, Noah shut down. He's barely said anything to me or the guys since the other night and Nick stressed to me before we left I needed to make sure Noah didn't retreat into himself.

"He hasn't had an anxiety attack in some time but I'm afraid that with the weight of everything, it might cause him to spiral."

I promised Nick with a bone-crushing hug that I'd keep an extra eye on Noah.

Noah was already so far in his head that when we walked into the hotel room to see only one bed, he merely shrugged before shutting himself in the bathroom.

"Hey," I said softly while resting a hand on his back. "What's going on in your mind?"

He tore his gaze away from the mirror and held up his tie. "I don't know how to tie a tie."

"Here," I smiled while taking it from his hands and popped the collar of his shirt so I could slide it around his neck.

We stood in silence as I worked on tying it and Noah stared straight over my head. Our breathing was the only thing heard in the room as my eyes traveled away from the tie to the tattoo's on his neck and I bit the inside of my cheek when the urge to lick it filled me.

"Yes, it hurt."

Noah's deep voice broke me out of the trance over tracing over the design of snake, apple, and hand.

"Hm?" I peered up at him, fingers finishing the knot in his tie.

"The tattoo, it hurt. You were staring at it so I figured you were about to ask me that," he said.

The brightness of his dark eyes dulled the night we found out about Keaton and part of me worried it would never return.

"Yeah," I murmured, even though that wasn't what I was thinking about. "Well, I'm done."

Noah smiled a thanks before he grabbed his jacket off the chair in the room and slid it on. Next came the rings and bracelets and if it was a different circumstance, I would marvel at how attractive his fingers were.

I stared at him for a long moment as he stood in front of me, now fully dressed.

"What?," he asked.

I bit my lip nervously, unsure how he would answer my question. "Could I brush your hair? I can fix it so it stays out of your face today. If not, it's not a big deal. I just thought maybe-."

For the first time in a few days, Noah smiled just the slightest and handed me a brush from his bag. "Promise you won't braid it?"

"I won't," I chuckled while motioning for him to sit on the edge of the bed.

He did, and I kneeled behind him to run the brush through his hair. It dried weird after his shower and kind of a mess around his face. I figured it would bother him today, so that's why I offered; not because I wanted to take care of him anyway I could.

From the mirror in front of us, I watched as Noah's eyes shut and a pure look of bliss crossed his features. The hard lines in his forehead eased and the darkness underneath his eyes lightened just from this simple action.

"You don't have to carry everything on your shoulders, Noah," I whispered as I set the brush down on the bed but remained kneeling behind him.

My hands rested on his shoulders as I stared at him through the mirror. His eyes met mine in a dull way but there was just enough spark of life that eased the grip around my heart.

"I know, angel," he nodded while grasping my hand, giving it a squeeze.

When he stood to his feet, my hands fell from him and I couldn't lie I missed the way his strong muscles felt under my fingers.

"Ready?" I asked once I had my jacket and bag on.

"No, but I don't have a choice. I have to say goodbye," Noah ran a hand over his somber face.

It truly worried me if he'd be able to make it through the day without showing some kind of emotion.

Instead of dwelling on it, I extended my hand towards him. "Come on. Let's go say goodbye to our friend then."

The warmth from his hand as his fingers intertwined with mine made my heart flutter in my chest and he reassured me he was in fact fine with a gentle squeeze.

"I'll call you guys once the tour is over and all of us can get together for a dinner for Keaton," I smiled weakly to Kenneth.

"He'd want that," he smiled.

I wiped away a few tears before nodding. "Yea."

Mason motioned behind me. "How's he doing?"

Turning on my heels, I took in the broken sight of Noah who was sitting on a stone wall in the cemetery, pure grief on his face. The funeral wasn't easy for any of us but for Noah, it nearly brought him to his knees; if it wasn't for me.

My arm hooked through Noah's as I rested my head on his shoulder, the both of us staring down at the now filled grave. People has dispersed by now, going to the wake, but Noah wasn't ready to leave. He wanted to stay for a few minutes to say something to Keaton. But the longer we stayed in this position, I realized maybe he couldn't find the words to say.

I rested my chin on his arm while looking to the side of his face but the strands of his hair covered what I wanted to see the most so I brushed it behind his ear. "He knows, Noah."

A muscle in his jaw ticked. "It's not fair."

With a long sigh, I rested my head against his shoulder once more and looked at our friend's grave. "I know."

"Yeah, he will be. Might take some time but I'll make sure of it."

Saying goodbye to Kenneth and Mason, I walked over to Noah who slowly stood when he noticed me.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yeah," I nodded.

I planned on walking next to him but when he extended his hand towards me, my heart did the same stuttered it always did when around him. So with our hands intertwined, our hearts seemed to slowly be, I let him lead me towards the rental car.

"Are you hungry?" Noah asked.

"I could eat," I shrugged.

Once we reached the car, he opened the passenger door for me and helped me into the seat.

"Noah, I can get in the car by myself," I giggled when he even clicked the seatbelt over me.

We were so close and I could feel his warm breath cascade over my lips as I tilted up towards him, almost closing the distance. It was the same pull, only this time it was stronger, the energy vibrating in our veins. Noah leaned closer but when my phone rang loudly from my purse, he pulled away while clearing his throat.

"You should get that," he said before shutting the door.

Trey's name flashed across the screen and with a grumble, I ignored it and sent a quick four word text to the group chat me, Malcolm, and Chase had.

Going dark. We're okay.

Once my phone was shut off, I leaned back into the seat as Noah started the car and drove away from the cemetery. Trey had been calling almost every hour since I left early this morning and it was getting to where I nearly chucked my phone out the window. He wasn't happy I was coming here, especially with Noah, but I told him to go fuck himself; he couldn't tell me what to do.

Not anymore.

"Shower's open," I said while walking out of the bathroom, dressed in a pair of sleep shorts and a hoodie.

Noah sat perched on the edge of the bed still wearing his clothes from the funeral, and rested his elbows on his knees. When he heard me walk into the room, he quickly wiped away tears and cleared his throat.

"Okay," he kept his gaze cast downward to the carpet of the room.

Shit, he was crying.

Then I realized, a soft tune was filling the room and felt my shoulders fall; Keaton's voice grazed my ears as Too Close To Touch played through the bluetooth speaker Noah brought.

"Noah," I said gently while sitting next to him. "Please don't hide this from me."

"Angel," he warned but any malice behind his voice was deadweight.

He was exhausted and couldn't fight, as much as he wanted too.

I brushed my fingers over his face to tilt his chin towards me and sucked in a breath when I saw how red and swollen his eyes were. Not saying another word, I brought him down to my chest while his hands immediately grasped at my sweater, holding on for dear life as if he was afraid the grief would rip apart from me and drag him deep into the dark abyss.

Noah's cries tangled with Keaton's voice as I let his tears stain my sweater, his body shaking in my embrace. I brushed the air back from his face so he didn't have to worry about it sticking to his face with the tears.

"I fucking miss him, angel. It's not fair."

I blinked away my own tears. "I know. But he's still with us in everything we do. We have pictures and messages from him to remember, we have his music."

Noah sucked in a large breath, burying his face deeper into me. "I can't believe he's fucking gone. I can't. I've lost so many people-so many. I just-. I'll miss him so fucking much."

I rested my head on top of his. "Me too."

He pulled his head away from my chest and I raised my hand to brush away his tears, one hanging on by a thread on his eyelash.

"If I'm being honest," he took a breath to steady himself. "Sitting here with you tonight has also hit me like a train."

Another pause as he exhaled the breath, body shaking with nerves or grief, I wasn't sure.

"I can't lose anyone else. I can't." Noah shook his head. "I don't-I-want-"

"Hey," I cupped his cheek, thumb brushing over the tear that hung on his eyelash. "I'm right here."

His eyes twinkled with the wetness from his tears. "I don't want to fucking lose you, angel. No matter what; I can't. I won't."

"You won't," I repeated his words back to him with my promise, tears falling from my eyes down to his lap.

After the tears were shed and Noah felt a little lighter, he went into the bathroom to change into a pair of sweats and a shirt, throwing his hair up with a claw clip. I'd made myself comfortable leaning against the headboard and Noah followed, sitting right next to me. We continued listening to Too Close To Touch, almost in a way to honor his memory. Noah's knee brushed against mine but I didn't bother to move away from him; his body heat wrapped around me like a blanket and I reveled in feeling this sense of peace in so long.

A deep yawn fell from my lips, and when I gazed at the clock, I nearly groaned. It was only four in the afternoon but with all the emotional trauma we went through today; I was ready for bed.

"Here," Noah extended his legs on the bed and patted his lap. "Lay down. You should get some rest, angel."

I hesitated. "Are you sure? We never even talked about the sleeping situation. I can go lay on the couch."

Noah rolled his eyes with a hint of a smile. "We're two grown adults, we can share the same bed. I'll even put up a wall of pillows if that makes you comfortable."

"No, you don't have to do that," I giggled. "But I definitely will take you up on that offer of laying my head in your lap."

Something dark flashed in his eyes and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. "Go for it."

Ignoring the way my core clenched with the image of me doing other things in his lap, I rested my head against his thigh and almost mewled in pleasure when his long fingers ran through my hair, nails scratching lightly across my scalp.

"Is this alright?"

I nodded. "More than alright. If you keep doing this, I'll fall asleep."

Noah hummed. "That's the plan, angel."

"How can you say this was all part of your plan? Start explaining. Crafted from hope and hospital beds, she's gone."

"No," I trembled. "Not this one."

Out of all the songs, this one was the one I did not want to hear tonight; Eiley.

"It hits differently now, huh?" Noah noted.

"Yea, it does."

With the music and Noah's soft fingers through my hair, I dozed off only to awake sometime later when I felt intense eyes staring down at me. I opened my eyes in a daze and looked up to see dark eyes watching me, tracking my every movement as my lips parted in breath. His expression was something I'd never seen before; blank, lips drawn in a straight line, and his brown eyes blown dark.

I opened my eyes wider and his face lit up with a small grin.

"Hi, angel."

"Hi," I whispered.

Noah gently put his hand on my cheek to scan my face once more, almost waiting for a reaction. I met his intense gaze with my own and felt the intensity from the pull that seemed to be connected by our hearts pull me down so deep to the abyss that was Noah Sebastian and for the first time; I didn't ignore it.

I almost expected his kiss. It's always been right there between us, waiting hungrily. What I didn't expect, however, was his hands so rough, to hold my face tenderly. I didn't expect the furrow of his brows as his eyes darted from mine to my lips, almost in a silent question.

Please.

As the earth stood still, gravity nonexistent, Noah laid his lips to mine, kissing me softly, slowly. Everything around us blurring and disappearing. My fingers grasped his wrist to keep from slipping away from how light I felt with his lips on mine, gasping into his mouth at the sensation that came roaring to life inside of me.

A match lit in a dark room, flaring with brilliant light. My lips parted with that gasp to let Noah slip his tongue past mine, and then fight for dominance until eventually, he won.

He tasted fucking heavenly and when a low growl crawled from the back of his throat; I knew Noah thought the same for me.

"Fuck," I rushed out suddenly, sitting up from his lap in a start. "Oh my god, I am so sorry."

Noah raised his tattoo hand and gently cupped my cheek, his thumb grazing over my kiss-swollen lips. "Fuck, no I'm sorry angel. I shouldn't have."

He leaned in close so he could whisper his apology into the air and all noise ceased to exist. There was this tension thick between us and suddenly, I was afraid that with what happened, things would get awkward between us. But Noah broke out in a light laughter one that eased the erratic beat of my heart. I soon followed, both of us laughing away the tension.

"Nick let me bring the Super Nintendo. Want to play a few rounds?" Noah smirked.

I scoffed playfully. "Your ass is grass and I'm going to mow it."

Noah, who was still chuckling and out of breath, stood from the bed to get the game set up. "Whatever you say, angel."

Some people might think laughing and going to playing a video game right after an intense kiss like that was not normal but for Noah and I, none of this was normal. I appreciated he could tell the tension was too thick I couldn't catch my breath, so he immediately made the atmosphere breathable again, the only way he knew how, with blushing cheeks, familiar scars, and electric hearts.

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୨♡୧ A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS — itoshi rin x reader. 1.1k wc. sfw. fluff.

"this is where you wanted to go?" rin couldn't hide the suspicion in his voice even if he tried. when you said you had someplace you were dying to take him, he expected something along the lines of a restaurant or a park—not a photo booth.

you hum in confirmation with the nod of your head, an excited smile playing at your lips as you meet rin's teal eyes. they don't reflect your enthusiasm. you knock your shoulder into his arm. "come on, it'll be fun."

"can't you just take some on your phone?" he asks, warily eyeing the machine. he's never been big on pictures but he would much prefer what he's used to—the selfies you take before he has time to protest or the candids you snap when you think he isn't looking. there seems to be another pro to your usual way of doing things, rin thinks as he watches you insert coins into the booth. "and for free."

"where's the fun in that?" you counter, carefully considering each background option and print layout before deciding on them. you glance up at him after finishing the selection prompts on the screen. "plus, these give you physical copies. we don't have any of those together."

rin doesn't have time to ask what's so much more significant about a print-out before your fingers wrap around his wrists and you tug him past the curtain and into the booth. the bright, white lights are nearly blinding, the illumination is enough to make rin squint in an effort to escape it. he wonders if he's being dramatic when you continue talking as though the lights aren't blazing down on you.

"four pictures and they're timed so don't freeze," you explain to him, pointing an accusing finger at his chest. you know better than anyone that rin is notorious for not posing for the camera. even being aware that his best is likely an awkward peace sign, you'd appreciate the effort over nothing.

"no promises," he replies with a blink. while his statement makes it sound like you're likely to end up with a strip of photos of rin stiffly standing idle, it makes you smile.

because you have a plan that's sure to elicit a reaction from him.

you tip your head up to rin. "ready?"

"sure."

reaching forward, you tap the screen to start the photo-taking sequence. there's a clear shot of you and rin displayed before a timer counting down appears. instinctively, you stick your index and middle fingers out behind rin's head to create the classic bunny ears pose. he quickly replicates the gesture, holding the v his fingers make just above your head. a flash overtakes the screen as you grin at rin's honest attempt to pose.

the timer restarts and you scramble into your next stance. your hand drops from the top of rin's head down to his chin, fingers coming together to squish his cheeks. the action causes his lips to pucker and you can't help but snicker at the sight. prompted by you, rin's arm reaches around your shoulder so that he can poke the plump of your cheek. another flash signifies the end of the second photo.

"here, lean down." you request with a smile, beckoning him with your hand. rin easily complies, bending at the knee so that he's closer to your level. your arms wrap around his waist as you turn to face him. before you give him the chance to do the same, you let your lips press against the silkiness of his skin. the flash goes off once more.

last one.

unraveling your hands from his midsection, you cup the two of them together at rin's ear. your heart thumps heavily against your chest and you swear you can hear the rhythmic pulse in your ears. who knew it could be so nerve-wracking to say words that you truly mean?

there's a complex mix of excitement and fear coursing through your veins but the click of the timer counting down helps you take the plunge off the deep end. two seconds before the final flash, the string of words falls from your lips in an airy whisper. "i love you."

you can just barely hear rin's breath catch in his throat as the machine snaps your last photo. everything happened so quickly—your declaration, the picture, and now the aftermath.

the adrenaline you're met with upon uttering the three words leaves you eager and scared—like you're dropping from the peak of a roller coaster or coasting through the trees on a zipline. it builds into courage, urging you to meet rin's eye. if it weren't for the slight intake of air you'd heard or the light pink dusting his cheeks, you'd question if rin had caught your words. the subtle signs are confirmation enough but you're curious to see what the camera was able to capture in the moment.

"let's go see how they turned out." you take rin's hand in yours, interlacing your fingers as you step out of the booth to examine the photos.

rin quietly follows, silently wondering if he had concealed the surprise that took over his face at your declaration of love before the camera had time to act. his unspoken question is answered as he surveys each of the pictures lined up on the strip, eyes falling to the one at the very bottom.

he looks at you first and the soft smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. there's a sparkle in your eyes, one that rin finds akin to adoration. he's the subject of your gaze and, much to his embarrassment, the awe is visible in his expression—lips parted and eyes widened as though he's in a state of disbelief.

your giggle cuts through the air, effectively gaining rin's attention. you point to his figure in the photo before peering up at him with a grin. "you're so cute."

"you did that on purpose," rin says, not a question but a revelation. you're a lot sneakier than you let on, he thinks, trying to ignore the growing warmth in his cheeks.

"i had to make sure at least one of these was authentic," you admit, tapping the confirmation to print the sheets. you squeeze rin's hands with your next words, meeting his eye with that very same sparkle of adoration. "but i meant what i said."

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hockeylovee12 · 12 days

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Crossing Enemy Lines

Chapter Two

Luke Hughes x Original Character

Warnings: Cussing

A/N This chapter was updated on 04/11 to replace the photo and then improve the text. The story line remains there's just a few minor adds.

November 11th, 2023

The mid-morning sun filters through the curtains in Luke’s room, casting a gentle glow across his face, as he slowly stirs awake.

His eyes flutter open and he immediately feels the dull throb of a slight headache.

With a groan, Luke rolls over and buries his face into the soft pillow. He silently thanks the hockey gods that his coach-even if it was done reluctantly-gave the team the day off, allowing him to nurse his minor hangover in peace.

Fumbling around on the nightstand, his long fingers finally find his phone. He squints at the screen, taking a moment to adjust to the brightness as he swipes through his notifications.

A text from his brother Quinn catches his eye: Tough game last night bud.

Luke sighs, remembering the bitter taste of defeat, his team suffered last night at the hands of their fucking rivals the Rangers.

He makes a mental note to call Quinn later, and check in on how his game went, knowing the Vancouver Canucks played the reigning cup champs last night, but having no clue how it went.

The next message is from his mom: Hi sweetie, Dad and I are so excited to see you and Jacky this weekend! How’s everything going?

A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, as he types out a response to his mom indicating his excitement to see her too, before hitting send and returning to check the rest of his notifications.

As he scrolls a text from an unknown number appears on his screen: Hey it’s Jordan. I had a great time tonight, let’s do it again :)

Luke’s heart skips a beat as he reads through the message, and a flutter of excitement courses through his veins. Memories of the previous night flood his mind-the laughter, the easy conversation and the undeniable spark he felt between him and Jordan. His smile widens as he types out the response: I’d like that.

Just as he hits the send button, the door to his room swings open and Jack strolls in, uninvited of course-a habit Luke has had to become reacquainted with since joining the Devils, and moving in with Jack.

“What’s got you smiling so early in the morning?” Jack asks, his voice equal parts teasing and curious.

Luke quickly locks his phone, trying to play it cool “Don’t worry about it,” he mumbles

But Jack, ever the perceptive older brother, narrows his eyes and in one swift motion snatches the phone from Luke’s grasp, ignoring his younger brother’s protests, as he types in his password.

“Lets see what we have here” he says, a mischievous glint in his eye as he reads the text from Jordan “Ah is this the girl from last night?”

Luke swiftly stands up and lunges towards Jack trying to grab his phone, but Jack holds him at arm's length.

“Fine, yes, now give me back my phone” Luke grumbles, his cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance.

“Not so fast,” Jack grins, his eyes still glued to the screen “You like her, don’t you?”

Luke hesitates, his mind racing. He likes Jordan, he likes Jordan a lot. There’s something about her-about her laugh, about her smile, about her energy, the way she carries herself. As he ponders for a response, his phone beeps, signaling a new message.

“She’s asking when you’re free” Jack informs him, his eyes scanning the screen.

“Today?” Jack says, his fingers flying across the keyboard, to type out the very question he said aloud.

“Wait. Jack don’t-” Luke tries to warn, but it’s too late. Jack hits send, a triumphant grin on his face.

Luke finally manages to snatch his phone back, his heart pounding as he stares at the screen.

Three little dots appear, then disappear, and for a moment Luke forgets how to breathe.

Then, a white bubble pops up, with a single word that sends his pulse racing: Sure.

Jack leans over Luke’s shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips “You’re welcome” he says his tone equal parts smug and supportive.

Luke playfully shoves Jack away, a genuine smile spreading across his face “Get out” he laughs, guiding his brother towards the door.

As the door clicks shut behind Jack, Luke leans against it, his eyes fixated on his phone, as his smile widens.

He quickly types out a message, asking where they should meet, and Jordan’s response comes almost immediately suggesting a cafe in New York City.

Luke responds: Sounds good. How’s 1pm?

Jordan replies: Works for me! I’ll send you the address. See you soon.

With a grin Luke types out Looking forward to it, and sets his phone down, a flutter of anticipation rises in his chest as he thinks about seeing her again.

He takes a deep breath, then pushes off the door, making his way to the bathroom, to start getting ready.

*****

Luke’s breath forms a cloud in the crisp New York air as he pushes open the door to the quaint cafe nestled on the corner of a bustling street.

His heart races with anticipation as he scans the room for Jordan.

He spots her at a table, her face lighting up with a smile, as she waves him over.

“Hey” Luke greets her sliding into the seat across from her

“Hi,” Jordan replies, her eyes sparkling.

They order their drinks- an ice tea for Luke and a matcha latte for Jordan, before easily falling into a conversation.

“Oh before I forget,” Jordan says, reaching into her bag. She pulls out a well-worn paperback and hands it to Luke. “You asked me to recommend something for you and uh this is one of my all time favorites” She explains

Luke smiles, turning the book over in his hand, and looks at the title The Great Gatsby

“Thank you Jordan, that was really kind” Luke expresses

“Well, you did promise me you’d actually read it” Jordan teases her eyes twinkling with mirth.

Luke chuckles setting the book down on the table, “I’ll dive into it as soon as I can”

They continue chatting, swapping stories and laughing at each other's jokes. They delve into various topics from their favorite movies, to their most embarrassing childhood memories.

"...and then I tripped, face-first into the cake," Jordan recounts, laughing at the memory. "My mom was horrified, but my brother couldn't stop laughing."

Luke chuckles, imagining a young Jordan covered in frosting. "Siblings, they never let you live anything down, do they?"

“Definitely not, do you have siblings?”

“Ya I uh, I got two older brothers” Luke tells

“Baby of the family?” Jordan teases.

“Something like that” He jokes

“Don’t worry I’m the baby of mine too” She says, eliciting a laugh from Luke.

They continue their conversation, shifting the topic to their favorite places.

At one point their hands brush against one anothers on the table sending a jolt of electricity through both their bodies. Luke looks up, his eyes meeting Jordan’s, and for a moment the rest of the world fades away.

They lean in, drawn to each other like magnets. Luke’s heart races as he inches closer, his gaze dropping to Jordan’s lips.

And just as they're on the brink of sharing what would most likely be a magical kiss, the loud buzzing sound of a notification on Luke’s phone startles them both.

Instinctively, he turns the phone face up, his brightness fully illuminated, and as he clears the random alert, his lock screen comes into view-a picture of him in his New Jersey Devils uniform, standing proudly on the ice.

Jordan’s eyes widen as she catches a glimpse of the image, and her heart skips a beat.

Luke notices her reaction and realizes his mistake.

"Alright, um, I guess you kinda caught me," he admits sheepishly. "I'm not a student. I, uh, I play in the NHL."

Jordan is silent for a moment, processing this newfound information. Luke laughs nervously, trying to lighten the mood. "You know, most girls think it's pretty cool. Did you have a terrible experience with a hockey player or something? Promise not all of us are the same."

Jordan hesitates before speaking. "You play for the Devils?"

"Yeah," Luke confirms, studying her reaction.

"Don't tell me you hate hockey?" He somewhat jokes, hoping to god and beyond her answer isn't yes cus that's the biggest deal breaker in the world.

Jordan hesitates, her expression unreadable. "No I um, I don't hate. My, uh, my brother plays," she reveals, her voice soft.

Luke's brows furrowed in confusion. "Oh, cool. In the NHL?"

"Yeah," Jordan sighs.

"Who's your brother?" Luke asks, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Jacob Trouba."

Luke's jaw drops, his eyes widening in shock. "Your brother is Jacob Trouba?!" he exclaims, a hint of anger creeping into his voice.

"Guilty," Jordan half-jokes, trying to diffuse the tension.

Luke runs his hands through his hair, muttering under his breath, "What the fuck."

Jordan bristles at his reaction. "Hey, it doesn't really change anything."

"Are you kidding me?" Luke scoffs, his frustration mounting.

"What?" Jordan challenges, her own irritation rising to the surface.

"Your brother is the captain of the Rangers, and I'm a Devil," Luke points out, as if it should be obvious.

Jordan laughs, but there's an edge to it. "So?"

"So? What do you mean, 'so'?" Luke asks incredulously.

"What does it change?" Jordan counters, her eyes narrowing.

"Wh-what? Everything!" Luke sputters. "Why didn't you mention this?"

Jordan's face hardens. "Are you kidding me? I didn't mention my last name because I had no fucking clue you gave a shit about hockey. In case you forgot, you told me you were a college student. Failed to mention you're actually in the fucking NHL."

Luke tries to defend himself. "Yeah, but that's different. I didn't tell you cus I figured you be some kinda fan girl, which by the way would be a hell of a lot better than you being the sister to the captain of my biggest rival"

Jordan lets out a harsh laugh, "Rival? Oh My God! Are you serious? Do you hear how ridiculous you sound?"

"It's not ridiculous" Luke claims

Jordan scoffs "You're right it's not ridiculous, it's just fucking comical" She stands abruptly, grabbing her purse "Grow the fuck up, Luke"

With that, she turns on her heel and storms out of the cafe, leaving Luke sitting there, stunned.

The copy of The Great Gatsby still lies on the table, a painful reminder of the moment that had slipped away.

With a heavy sigh, Luke stands, tossing a few bills on the table to cover their drinks and picks up the book, scoffing at the irony of it all, as he walks towards the exit of the cafe, and steps back out onto the bustling streets of New York, a scowl plastered across his face, at the unfortunate turn of events.

*****

Luke returns to his and Jack’s apartment, his mood sour and his thoughts consumed by the disastrous end to his date with Jordan.

As he enters the living room, he finds Jack sitting on the couch, his phone propped up in front of him. The familiar voice of Quinn filters through the speaker, indicating that they're in the middle of a FaceTime call.

Jack looks up, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hey, Lukey! How'd the date go?"

"Shut up," Luke grumbles, plopping down on the couch beside Jack.

Quinn's voice chimes in, concern evident in his tone. "What's wrong, Luke?"

Luke sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Just didn't go well," he says vaguely, not wanting to delve into the details.

Jack and Quinn exchange a glance through the screen, their brotherly instincts kicking in. "Come on, man," Jack prods gently. "Talk to us."

Luke shakes his head, his gaze fixed on the floor. "It's not gonna work out, that's all."

"Why not?" Quinn asks, his brow furrowed.

"Just... not going to," Luke responds, his tone indicating that he doesn't want to discuss it further.

Jack and Quinn sense Luke's reluctance and decide not to push the matter. "Alright, bud," Quinn says, his voice sympathetic. "I'm sorry, but maybe things will still work out?"

"Not gonna happen" Luke mumbles, anger creeping into his voice.

Jack leans back on the couch, trying to lighten the mood. "It's probably for the best, come on, man. You don't gotta be hung up on some random girl when we're trying to win a Cup."

Luke nods, forcing a small smile. "Yeah." He stands up, stretching his arms above his head. "I'm gonna go lay down for a bit."

"Okay," Jack says, understanding in his eyes. "We'll be here if you need us."

Luke makes his way to his room, and decides to take a shower, hoping the hot water will help clear his head.

As the steam fills the bathroom, Luke's internal monologue takes over. He knows he doesn't need to be in a relationship, but the idea of having someone by his side isn't entirely unappealing.

His thoughts drift to his past relationships, or lack thereof. It seems like everyone around him has someone - Quinn with his girlfriend, Jack with his rotating roster of dates. But for Luke, finding a genuine connection has always been a struggle.

The last real relationship he had was back at Michigan, and even that ended in heartbreak when he discovered the girl was only using him for his family name. But now, with Jordan, he thought he'd finally found something real, something special and the fucking irony that for once it wasn’t his last name that ruined something, it’s stupid, it’s fucking stupid.

As he steps out of the shower and changes into comfortable clothes, Luke can't shake the feeling of loneliness that settles in his chest. He lies in bed, scrolling aimlessly through his phone, trying to distract himself from the ache in his heart.

It doesn’t work, he tosses his phone to the side, staring at the paperback book he threw on his nightstand.

Suddenly, his phone buzzes with a notification. For a brief, hopeful moment, he thinks it might be Jordan, reaching out to apologize or explain. But instead, it's a message in the Devils' group chat,

Reminder practice tomorrow 9 AM.

Luke groans, his disappointment palpable as he tosses his phone onto the nightstand and buries his head in his pillow.

A/N Part 3 coming soon

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seabysiren · 11 months

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the beast with many names

summary: the aftermath of near death leaves the team shaken. and simon? he's terrified to find out what exactly lurks behind the curtain of shadows you hide yourself in.

[part 1]

beep

beeeeeep

price wakes up in pain and confusion. the last thing he had remembered was being surrounded and shouting over the comms to retreat. before anyone else could get hurt.

he laughs to himself and shakes his head. laswell's intel was wrong. so wrong that it could've costed his whole team. his family.

his friends.

he looks around, his eyes gazing over the way the IV slowly trickles into his arm and the stiffness around his torso and the way his arms are wrapped tightly in bandages.

a door opens. and price squints at the sudden intrusion of light from the hallway. its so bright that it makes him wince, squinting to see who entered.

his eyes widen.

there's rook.

and you look unharmed. wrapped into cozy clothing that held a monotone palette that helped you blend into the darkness. for a moment, it seemed like he wasn't staring at a human. but rather a strange creature who stepped into the darkness of the hospital room.

but as soon as he blinks its gone and your sitting on a chair besides his bed.

"captain." price takes a moment to once you over. and relief floods through his veins when he sees no bandages or casts wrapping around your limbs. the way you maneuvered around the room with ease and grace. of someone who hasn't had one scratch appear on your body after such a dangerous fight.

his voice is raspy and groggy as he clears his throat. he watches you silently get up and fill a plastic cup with water and hand it to him. he slowly drinks while closing his eyes.

flashes of the battlefield cross his mind. of gaz and ghost screaming. soap in the distance working his way closer to where they had been ambushed. he remembers the way his heart exploded in agony and anger once he saw ghost. no.

simon.

go down. with blood and mud splashing onto his falling form.

and then? after that? nothing.

yet here you were without a scratch or a wound to be seen, softly smiling and encouraging him to speak.

he presses his lips together.

"what happened out there?" price finally gains the energy to look you straight in the eyes. and he stares as you close your eyes and sigh.

"a lot of things captain. best be that you read the report rather than hear it coming from me." you take a moment to look at the time before standing and stretching, flashing price a an unnerving smile that makes something deep within his chest wither and shake.

"almost time for your pain meds. the doctor will be here soon." and as you open the door to the hallway, where the brightness seems to fight against the smokey black figure, you flash sharp teeth.

price could feel that something was wrong, but as he began to feel light headed, your words seemed to echo in his head. it reminded him of what laswell had warned about you. "price... be careful of that one." laswell's voice echoes.

and your voice? "don't go digging your grave captain. it would be such a disappointment to see you so soon in the ground."

beep

beeeeeeep

simon wakes up in a panic. he knows nothing of where he is or how he got here. all he can feel is the pounding beat of his heart as he tears the needles out of his wrist. despite the pain shooting up his form, he ignores it and swings his legs over the bed.

sharp shooting pain ripples from his legs to his chest, leaving him breathless as the heart monitor flatlines.

his eyes narrow as a few people come rushing into the room. a doctor and two nurses.

ghost feels panic. he doesn't feel safe.

where is everyone?

price?

soap and gaz?

...rook?

all he can hear is the blood rushing in his ears as he swiftly evades the two nurses trying to pin him back to the bed. the doctor is bigger, taller. all that makes ghost do is tackle him to the ground and quickly get up.

his eyes are dilated as he exits the room, squinting at the bright lights before turning down another hallway.

he needs to get away. he needs to find someone.

something makes him stop dead in his tracks.

a strange melody reaches his ears as he looks around in a panic. its slow and eerie, seemingly straight out of a horror movie. and he is the victim.

the lights above flicker. and as he turns around to look down the hallway, he sees it.

a figure.

a shadow figure who seems bigger than life. something in the back of his mind tells him to run.

but he doesn't

it seems so familiar though.

the large looming figure. the way the hospital lights seem to dim and fade out as it moves with a strange amount of grace and poise.

and as he looks, all he sees is a skull and those twisted horns.

and he flinches as he blinks and it's suddenly gone.

and for once in his life he screams bloody murder when that thing suddenly lunges towards him. and simon closes his eyes and let whatever it is take him. anywhere is better than the hospital.

bang!

simon wakes up in a panic. he looks around. the same hospital bed he had dreamed of. the same IV and needles in his skin and the constricting feeling of bandages and gauze pressed against slow healing wounds.

he looks around.

and he sees you. curled up in a chair scrolling on your phone. you look up for a moment and your face seems to lighten up.

but all he can see the haunting figure in his dream. a large sigh releases from his lips as he leans back and relaxes.

"g'morning simon." you mutter, taking your time to slowly stretch from the small ball you've curled yourself into.

you look at him with a strange look in your eyes before you continue speaking.

"how you feeling? feeling any pain?" you seemed worried, but it almost feels fake. simon can't ignore the way that something feels very wrong, but he can't seem to place his finger on it.

"what about-" you cut him off, looking at him in such a way that it makes him shiver. your gaze is like a warm blanket against his skin as he shivers. it's warm and heated and intense.

it makes him feel like your looking past his hard shell and straight into his soul.

its... almost intimate?

he looks away from you for a moment and regains his breath, forcing it to come out slowly rather than shaky and uneven.

it's a weird feeling that makes him uncomfortable as he slowly shifts in the bed.

"price and gaz have already been discharged. soap's still got a lot of burns so you and him might have to stay a bit longer."

you look at him for a moment more before hesitating. it makes him feel uncomfortable with the way your eyebrows furrow as you twiddle with your hands and press your lips together to form a thin line.

"i can stay here with you. if you want." it feels embarrassing the way that simon is fiercely nodding his head, having not found the words to say anything.

he is eager to bathe in your presence. like a moth to a flame. and you are burning so brilliantly in the dark around you.

the two of you sit in silence for a bit. simon has grown accustomed to the way your eyes seem to glow a bit too brightly for someone bathed in the shadows of the hospital. the dim lights illuminating little for the eyes to see.

the sun hasn't even awoken yet.

and yet simon can only stare at you and take you in. there's a longing in his chest that makes it feel harder to breath. the way you brush your hair out of your face. or when you smile at something you pulled up on your phone.

it seemed so natural?

maybe.

but simon cannot shake the feeling that your hiding a lot of things. he has worries. doubts.

but it all melts away when you smile at him in such a way that makes his heart flutter and his hands clench.

he's smitten.

and you know it.

even if...

there's something off about you.

but it's fine. because he can barely remember the words you spoke to him on that fateful day.

[...]

its price. he's on the phone. in the darkness of his home, sat in his office waiting for someone to pick up.

a glance on the phone on speaker says one word.

laswell.

it rings.

ring.

brrrr.

"john. do you know what time it is?" her voice comes out slow and tired, he could practically see the way she rubbed her eyes as she looked at the clock in her bedroom.

"do you have any more information on rook?" laswell pauses for a moment, and he can hear the way the fan hums in the background as bedsheets are rustled.

"what about rook?" price sighs as he rubs his head, his hands on his face as he shakes it.

"something is off. the report shows that rook had cleared everyone. everything from that ambush." he pauses for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek before continuing.

"that isn't physically possible. there were over twenty men armed to the teeth. and rook... has only joined a few months ago." there's desperation in his voice. fear. pain.

laswell sighs. "i'm going to get in trouble for this... you owe me john." there's an unspoken agreement as he hears laswell open her computer and boot it up. the faint clicking of keys slowly relieves any tension in his body.

she clears her throat. "i can't send the file to you... but i can read it."

"you've seen the majority of the file when you accepted rook as a part of the 141. but it says here..." she squints at her computer in confusion. "it says they was originally apart of o.c.e.s. the omnipotent catastrophe equanimity squadron." "the what...?" "everything else is blacked out. i... don't think i have the clearance to access anything out." as laswell's voice melts into the background, something strikes fear into price. he looks around, but all he can see is the twisting shadows right outside his office.

and...? price freezes as he hears something. breathing against the back of his neck that makes his heart pound in his chest.

"john?" it feels like he's frozen in place. there's this unbearable weight against his chest as the thing behind him moves closer.

"I warned you once captain."

its rook. "you shouldn't ask questions you aren't ready to hear the answers to..." "rook...?"

price turns around.

and all he sees is that damn skull and horns that curl around your head. your smiling.

and its unnerving the way you smile, flashing sharp canines and a forked tongue. your eyes are the most unnerving.

they have such a hue that makes price want to disappear. beg at your feet. to worship.

and then all he hears is static as everything goes dark.

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daisysliv · 2 years

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now or never | eddie munson

word count: 4035

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie's plans to confess don't exactly go to plan

warnings: swearing, angst, fluff if you squint, mentions of drugs (not specified), smut, p in v, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it mfs)

notes: sorry for being so ia for a while, i just started working, and by the time i get home, im too tired to even write, but i managed to get this done over the last few days. this was my first time writing smut, let me know if you like it! this is one of my personal favorite fics i've ever written, so i hope you like it <3 there is a part two for this in works so let me know if that's something you would like and as always, not edited, so all my mistakes are my own

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Standing outside the burgundy-colored door of his best friend’s home for what felt like hours but was merely a couple of minutes as he gathered the courage to ring the doorbell. He released a puff of air that he had been holding and lifted his finger to ring the bell, only to hesitate and lower it again. He repeats the same action a few more times. He was shaking, not from the cold breeze that nipped at the exposed skins of his hands but with nerves. His heart pounded against his ribs so hard he thought it would burst out of his chest at any given moment.

Truth be told, he had no idea what he was doing here so late or what he was going to say if you answered the door; all he knew was that if he didn’t tell you how he felt now, then any and all courage he felt would be gone. He could already feel it slipping.

He shook his arms out in some lame attempt to get rid of the nerves that coursed through his veins. He had been nervous and overthinking this all day, but it didn’t compare to how he currently felt now that he stood outside your house. Muttering a few words of encouragement to himself, he finally rang the doorbell and turned his back to the door to try and gather his jumbled thoughts before it inevitably opened.

The door opened with a low creak followed by a velvet-like voice that had taken over his every thought, “Eddie?” Spinning back around, a nervous smile tugged on his lips, and—fuck.

You looked beautiful, which wasn’t anything new. You always looked beautiful without even trying. He stood there in awe, his lips parted as his eyes danced over the woman in front of him. You looked like you had just finished getting ready for bed. You wore a Black Sabbath that he recognized as the one he gave you at school when you claimed to be cold while sitting in the cafeteria, paired with black sweats and her face bare of the makeup you had on earlier in the day. “Did we have plans or something?”

Snapping out of his trance, Eddie shook his head, his eyes never straying away from you. You smiled at him and moved out of the way, opening the door wider to give him room so he could enter. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

“No, everything is good. I just…” He trails off, his back facing her as he surveys the living room for any signs that your parents are there. “Are your parents here, or did they leave already?”

You shook your head as you shut the door, making sure to lock it. “They left a bit ago. Got the house all to myself for the next few days.” You followed him to the living room and moved around picking up the disregarded trash that was piled on the coffee table. “I meant to call when they left and see if you wanted a movie night, but I fell asleep. Why are you asking?”

“Well, I didn’t really want anyone to witness possible failure on my part because I…I have something to tell you,” A warm smile tugs on his lips as he watches you dump the trash in your arms into the nearby trash can. “So…can we sit and talk?”

“Yeah, just let me finish throwing this shit away. Robin and Steve came over after school before my parents left, and I couldn’t be bothered to clean after they left.” You rambled while carefully placing some dishes in the sink, the alcohol into the fridge, and threw away a few more pieces of trash that you found lying around. Eddie paced the living room, rubbing his hands over his jean-clad legs to wipe away from the sweat that gathered on his palms. “Do you want something to drink?”

He shakes his head and darts his tongue out to wet his dry, chapped lips. He could feel his nerves taking over the longer he waited to get this over with. He could feel the courage he took weeks to gather slipping away with every second that ticked by. “Princess, please just… just come here.” Eddie pleaded, his eyes on his best friend, hoping you could see the desperation in his eyes. Fortunately for him, you knew him and could hear the desperation in his tone. You moved towards where he was and took a seat on the couch, folding your legs under your butt and adjusting the hoodie you wore. Eddie followed you in sitting on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees, and he ran a hand over his face.

He hadn’t thought this through all the way, and he didn’t know how to approach it. You were able to sense his nerves, so you reached forward and grabbed one of his hands. “Eddie, what’s going on? Whatever it is, you know you can tell me.”

“Shit, uh… I hope that what I’m about to tell you doesn’t ruin anything because I value our friendship more than anything. And I know I’m not the easiest person to be friends with, but–”

“Eds, spit it out.” You cut off his ramblings, your eyes locked on his, and he could feel his heart speed up in his chest; that same pounding feeling from earlier. He was certain that one day he would go into cardiac arrest around her.

Now or never, Munson. He thought. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out, his throat feeling dry and scratchy. He felt sweat form in the palm of his hands and felt his cheeks heat up. You looked at him with concern carved into your features, your eyes scanning his face, looking for something, but he didn’t know what.

“Are you high or something?” You blurt, pulling your hand out from his.

“No! I’m clean. I just… I’m nervous.” He spoke, his brows knitted together. “Why would you automatically assume I’m high?”

You shake your head, letting out a breath of relief. “I’m sorry, it’s just that you’re all jumpy and won’t get to the point, and I haven’t seen you like this since the day before that… that night.” His heart clenched at the mention of the night he reached rock bottom a year and a half ago. It had been a hard week leading up to it all around, and he finally reached his breaking point where he felt so alone and unwanted that he took everything he could to not feel that way anymore. Eddie could hardly think of that night without being bombarded with the image of his best friend's face when she stumbled into the trailer and found him barely breathing on the couch.

He was awake but unaware of most of his surroundings. He could speak, but it came out slurred and incoherent. His complexion was turning bluish-purple, his lips already blue, and a thin layer of cold sweat coated his body. His pulse was barely there, and his breathing had turned shallow but erratic.

He barely remembered anything once all the drugs kicked in, but he remembered waking up in the hospital a few days later with flashes of that night swirling through his head, but there were only a few things that stood out the most. The sound of your voice cracking while begging for him to stay as sobs racked your body was one of them. The broken and distraught look on your face was another. That one haunted him weeks afterward. It still did sometimes. The doctors told him that wouldn't have made it if you would've arrived just a few minutes later.

After that night, he never wanted to see that look on your face or his Uncle Wayne’s face or hear the way your voices broke ever again. He didn't want to feel himself slipping away slowly and not being able to move or call for help again so he made it his mission to stay away from that shit. You were there for him through every single step he took. You never left his side even when he had his mood swings, and he couldn't have asked for anyone else.

“I know, and I promise you, I'm okay. I just have something important to tell you, and I'm scared that it'll ruin everything.”

“It won't. I promise, so just tell me.” Placing your hand in his once more, you intertwined your fingers, smiling at the warmth that shot through your body. Eddie smiled at the same feeling, not realizing you did the same.

His eyes flickered down to your lips for a moment, the urge to just press his against yours, to know how they felt and tasted, grew stronger with each fleeting second. You, however, didn't notice the not-so-subtle action as you were too focused on the warmth your body felt whenever you made skin-to-skin contact with the man. It was like a warm blanket was being draped over your shoulders after being in the cold longer than you should be. It was like curling up next to the fire with the warm blanket and the comforting smell of cookies floating around the room.

Looking up, you force your eyes away from your locked hands and stare at him, your eyes finding his light brown eyes already staring at you. At that moment, he felt a surge of confidence wash over him, all his nerves disappearing, and he lifted his free hand to cup your jaw, the pad of his thumb tracing over her cheekbone.

He watched your face contort from concern to curiosity the longer he stared. With a nervous smile, Eddie leaned in closer, pressing his forehead on yours, your noses touching and mouths hovering over one another. You were so close that all it would take was one wrong move from either of you, and your lips would touch. His eyes darted back down to your lips, taking note of how yours did the same, the once nervous smile now a smirk.

He looked back up to your eyes, searching for anything that told him that you didn't want this to happen; he didn't find any. “Eddie,” You whispered seconds before he surged forward and pressed his lips to yours in a searing kiss, full of pent-up tension you had been suppressing for years, your eyes immediately fluttering shut. You moaned quietly at the feeling of his lips on yours, your free hand immediately gripping his long hair, tugging at the root while the other disconnected from his hand to wrap around his neck.

He hummed against your mouth, the groan building in the back of his throat making itself known. Your mouth opened with a gasp when he placed his free hand underneath the hoodie you wore, on your waist to pull you closer; the warmth of his touch sent a shock up your spine.

Despite the awkward position you were in, your lips moved against his in perfect sync until the need for air became too much, and, with a lot of hesitation, Eddie slowly pulled away. His eyes opened slowly to look at you while he dragged air back into his lungs. Your eyes fluttered open shortly after his, your chest heaving as you fought for air.

“So beautiful,” He murmured, wearing a dopey grin on his face.

A smile pulls at your lips, and you tighten your grip around his neck, pulling him down to connect your lips once again, now craving the feeling and taste of them more. Eddie responded quickly, removing his hands from where they were on your body to grip underneath your thighs to pull you into his lap, swallowing the noise of surprise you made when he did. He smiled against your lips, his heart still beating rapidly against his ribs.

Your hands tangled themselves into his hair, tugging at the roots and eliciting a groan from the metalhead. He leaned back on the couch, his hands going to your waist to hold you still when he felt you move. You were the first one to pull away this time, your eyes remaining shut while gasping for air for a minute before diving back into his lips. “Hmm,” He hummed against your lips.

You giggled at the vibrations it sent through and down your body. You pull away, keeping your hands tangled in his hair. “Does this mean what I think it does, or do you go around kissing all your friends like that?”

“Only the real pretty ones.” He jokes, and you remove a hand from his hair to smack him in the chest, throwing your head back in a laugh. Eddie took the opportunity to duck forward and attach his mouth to your neck, your laugh quickly turning into a gasp.

“Upstairs.” You said through gasps while he worked on your neck, nipping and sucking gently. You were sure he left marks behind.

He reluctantly pulled away, and you took the chance to disconnect from him, pulling him up off the couch. “Lead the way, princess.” He smirked.

As soon as your bedroom door closes behind you, his lips are on yours again as he presses you against the door. “Are you sure about this?” He asks breathlessly, his lips already back on your neck.

“Yeah, fuck, please.”

“Just making sure.” He leans in again, covering your lips with his. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing yourself against him. He was warm, despite the cold air that filled the room from your cracked window, and you felt like you were dreaming.

He moves his hand under your—his hoodie, running his hand over your skin, and you can't stop the shivers going up your spine. You're tingling everywhere, all your senses zeroing in on him. His scent, the way his body felt against yours, the way his lips felt. Everything.

You throw your head back, giving him more access to your neck, and it doesn't take long for Eddie to suck and nibble on your skin. “You're so beautiful, princess.” Eddie leans his forehead against yours, his chest heaving with heavy breaths.

“Eddie…” Your eyes dart back and forth between his own, your heart pounding against your chest. “Kiss me.” He obliges and plants a quick kiss on your lips, and then he picks you up with one swift movement, making you squeal.

Your back hits the mattress as he lays you down, a giggle tumbling past your lips. The chain he wore swung in your face, and you reached up, hooking a finger through the chain to pull him closer. You meet in another kiss, all tongues and teeth, while you busy your hands with his undoing his belt. Eddie uses one of his hands to support his weight on the bed. “What do you want?” Eddie lays his forehead on yours, his cheeks flushed.

Instead of answering with words, you wrap your hand around his and run it down your body until the heat of his hand is seeping through your sweats, and you feel the gentle pressure on your center. You feel yourself get even more turned on. Eddie rubs his hand over your sweats ever so slightly, but it’s enough to make your heart pound faster against your ribs.

“I see. You want my hands?”

“Please,” You nod quickly, bucking your hips into his hand.

Eddie huffs out a laugh with a slight shake of his head. “I have no choice but to oblige.” He quickly gets to work with undoing the strings on your sweats and hooking his fingers into the waistband, and pulls them down, exposing your underwear that you were sure was soaked through at this point. And you couldn’t bring yourself to feel embarrassed about it. He takes off the fuzzy socks that you wore to keep your feet warm before pulling the sweats off your legs completely, kissing his way back up until he’s resting between your legs. His hands are on your hips, yours in his hair as he gets closer to where you need him the most. “You’re so wet for me, princess.” You could hear the smirk in his, but you don’t get the chance to think more over it, let alone say anything in return, because in the next second, Eddie is running his tongue over your covered core.

You let out a curse when the tip of his tongue finds your clit. “Right there.” Your grip on his hair tightens, and you feel his fingers press into the skin of your thighs.

“Hmm, I think I’ll have to get closer.”

“Fuck, please.” You wouldn’t be surprised if you turned into a puddle at his touch. With nimble fingers, Eddie pushes your panties to the side, his breath now hitting your wet folds directly, causing you to let out a high-pitched whine.

“So fucking beautiful. Definitely worth the wait.” And then he spreads you with his thumbs and dives in, circling your clit with his tongue, lapping and sucking on it. You can feel sweat begin to form, your whole body growing hot under his ministrations.

“Fuck, I love the sounds you’re making, princess.” He replaces his tongue with a thumb, and the sudden change in pressure makes you moan loudly, your thighs clenching. “I'll take my time with you next time, but, right now, I gotta have you.”

You definitely were not complaining. As much as you enjoyed the foreplay, you needed him inside you, reaching the places you couldn’t. Eddie sits back on his legs and pulls off his jacket and shirt. Just as he leans back down to cover your lips with his, he stops, his brows knitting together. “Condom?”

“Fuck, uh…my bathroom. Top drawer.” You tell him.

He smiles and lifts himself off the bed. “One second.” He disappears into your bathroom, and you reposition yourself so you’re on your knees, waiting patiently for him to return. You hear him rummaging around through the door for a moment before he reappears, a foil packet in his hand, stopping in his tracks at the mere sight of you sitting nice and pretty for him. His eyes visibly darken. “Fucking hell, sweetheart,” He groans.

You don’t take your eyes off of him as he walks over with a triumphant grin on his face. Your eyes flicker down, catching the outline of his hard cock visible through his pants, a low whimper passing your lips.

“God, you’re so hot.” He pulls his bottom lips prisoner in between his teeth as positions himself behind you, placing a kiss on your shoulder blade. His lips sent a shiver through you.

You look over your shoulder, watching as his stomach flexes as he unbuttons his jeans. “You aren’t too bad yourself.” Your mouth waters when he pulls out his cock. His eyes never leave yours as he rips open the condom wrapper with his teeth.

You watch him roll the condom on, and then he’s got a hand on your hip while the other wraps around the base of his cock. “Are you ready?”

You could only nod as he ran the tip of his cock through your folds a couple of times, nudging your clit, and causing you to tighten your grip on your blanket. “Please, Eds…” You whimper, your eyes squeezed shut, and then he’s slowly pushing into you, filling you up.

Both of you are breathing heavily as he pulls out a bit before sliding in deeper, repeating that until he’s sheathed all the way inside you. A loud groan tumbled past his lips.

“You're so tight, sweetheart; feels so good.” He pulls you up by the hips, so your back is against his chest, and he moves one of his hands to your cunt, his middle finger playing with your clit, making you clench around him. “So fucking good. Better than I could imagine.” His words make you smile. You place one of your hands on top of the hand he has on your hip, and he withdraws himself before thrusting deeper into you. His hips build up a rhythm that drives you insane. You push your hips back, meeting his thrusts as you widen your legs, wanting him even deeper.

Eddie picks up the pace, the sound of his skin slapping against yours and both of your moas filling the room. “Fuck, the things I wanna do to you.” Eddie grunts; his deep, gravelly voice sends a shock through you.

“Why don’t you do them then?” You look back at him, a challengingly glint in your eyes.

Eddie lets out a strained laugh. “Oh, I will. Next time, you won’t be able to walk for days. I’ll have you in all the ways I could only imagine late at night with just my hand.”

“Tell me about them.” Your words are followed by a moan as he hits a particularly sensitive spot within you.

“I wanna make you cum so many times you can’t remember anything, not even your own name. Wanna have you so cock drunk, you can’t form proper sentences. Gonna have you bent over in front of a mirror and make you watch yourself fall apart on my cock.” You never thought you’d hear Eddie speak like this, and you can’t deny the way it makes you feel. Hearing him say these things while he fucks into you drives you insane. “Wanna see you on top, riding me with your tits bouncing with every movement, fuck.” He grunts, his thrusts speeding up. He moves in and out of you without problems. Each fantasy he’s told you makes you wetter than before, making it easier for him to slide in and out of you.

The coil in your stomach is wound tight, and it looks like Eddie isn’t gonna last much longer either. “I’m gonna cum, Eds. I’m so close.” You collapsed onto your elbows, your upper body no longer able to stay up.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He wraps his arm around your torso, moving you back up against his chest, and you’re able to hold onto him better. Being back in this position allows him to find the spot that makes you throw your head back with a moan.

“Right there.” Eddie’s whole body is tense, his skin covered with a sheen of sweat as he pounds into you. And then his thumb finds your clit, and you’re done for, an intense orgasm washing over you. Your walls clench around him, and that’s all it took for him to fall over the edge. He grunts into your ear as he thrusts into you a few more times, his cock twitching as he unloads into the condom.

Both your chests are heaving as you slowly recover. You’re now lying flat on your back, your head on your pillow, and you run your hands through your hair, brushing the strands stuck to your face with sweat away, looking up at the ceiling as you try to comprehend what just happened.

You just had sex with your best friend. And now everything might be ruined. God, you felt so stupid. You just ruined everything, and for what? Something that probably meant nothing?

All these thoughts run through your head whilst Eddie lazily caresses your thighs, letting out a deep breath before he finally removes his hands from you and stands from the bed. You hear him walk into the bathroom, and you take the opportunity to sit up, the fabric of the hoodie you still wore stuck to your skin. Eddie walks back into the room, wet washcloth in his hand, his face still flushed a pretty pink, and you realize he has put his boxers back on. He opens his mouth to say something, but you beat him to it, your voice hoarse, “it’s late…you should go.”

He stares at you in surprise for a moment before his face falls, and he slowly nods. You lay back down, not having the will to watch as he puts his clothes back on and leaves. You wait until you can hear the roar of his engine before you let the tears fall.

part two

notes: since tumblr apparently has a limit of how many people i can tag, if i noticed i had you in multiple taglists for stranger things, i removed the duplicate so i can tag more people!

PERMANENT TAGLIST ( if it's crossed out that means i couldn't tag you )

@prettylittlemoonlight @drayshadow @evanbuckbuckleyhowlett @wildestdreamcatcher @mushroomdemon9 @levylovegood @1-800-prostitutes @AllieAprilKnox @alexxavicry @hallecarey1 @moshpot24x @AlohaStitch_626 @lucyispan @linkpk88 @juneb3rry @loveshineslikethesky @liyinzen

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jasmines-library · 7 months

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Just forget about it.

WHUMPTOBER 2023: Prompt: ‘conditioning’

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: As part of the winter soldier program, all you’ve know is how to kill. After years of being left in cyrofreeze, you are finally let out and are given a mission; to protect. You follow it to the t. Until a certain familiar face shows up to get you out of there. (I suck at summaries ok?)

Warnings: Torture, mind control, fighting.

Word count: 2.8k

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The room was cold, and you couldn’t see anything besides the white fog that rose slowly in front of your face as your mind snapped back online. It hurt too, as your brain began to receive signals again from your pain receptors, your body lit up like it was being stabbed over and over again by a thousand tiny needles. They dug into every inch of your body, burning in your veins. Everything seemed too loud; your thoughts which raced at a thousand miles an hour, the harsh tones of the men surrounding you, the loud clunking of the machines. It made you miss the blissful silence you had been engulfed in for who knows how long.

When the door to the chamber hissed open, and the cold clouds of ice dissipated away, you squinted at the bright light which flooded in. When your eyes adapted, you stared grimly at the man before you. He was all too familiar, though he looked significantly older. It was the face of the man who had tortured you and shaped you into what you were; an unstoppable weapon. He smiled darkly at you as you tried to move away, though you were still restrained by the metal cuffs that pulled you tight against the back of the chamber. You had been in this position before, but something was different this time. This time you remembered. You remembered the feeling of the harsh grip on your arm as you were dragged back into where you would be put back into a deep, meaningless sleep. You remembered the cold and then pain- tenfold to what you were feeling now. But you also remembered a face. One with hard features; long dark hair and firm blue eyes, but often with gentle intent. Something nagged at you that you shouldn’t be able to remember that.

The man stepped towards you, the shit eating grin still plastered on his face. “Hello my lotus.” He spoke to you, his Russian thick and unmissable. “Oh how I have missed you very much. It was such a shame when we had to put you back in cryofreeze. I have missed your pretty face very much, but not to worry. I have a job for you, my lotus.” He lowered his voice. “Let’s just hope we don’t have another little mishap. Hmm?”

He leaned down towards you and you took it as a chance to spit in his face. “You fuck yourself.”

He blinked, wiping away the spit from his face before turning back to you. “You are going to regret that, soldat.”

There were more hands on you then, freeing you from the restraints and dragging you through the room. With what little energy you had, you squirmed but that only resulted in a kick to the ribs to settle you down.

They brought you to an open room, industrial looking of sorts. It was large with machines for all sorts pressed against the walls. In the centre of the room, raised on a circular platform stood a chair. The fabric of the chair was torn and frayed beneath the harsh light above it. You writhed as the men dragged you towards it. You kicked and screamed like a child as you struggled to get away. The chair held too many unwanted, painful memories. When you were forced onto the old leather and bound once again by metal cuffs on your forearms, the familiar man stepped before you and grinned, trailing his hand along your jaw.

“Let’s hope you learn to obey this time, soldat.”

With that, he turned to slam the heavy doors to the room. You heard the locks whirr as they clicked into place, as he moved away into some part of the room that you couldn’t see from where you were sitting, leaving you with another man whom you didn’t recognise. He stepped forwards, ensuring that you were secure.

“Begin.” You heard from behind you.

There was a shuffling across the room, followed by a whirring of the machinery you were strapped to as it started up. Then you were consumed by a blinding pain. You let out a blood curdling scream, which ricocheted off of the tiled walls. Thrashing and writhing, you tugged on the metal cuffs. They dug into your skin and you tried to escape the pain that radiated in your head and raced through your body. It was a thousand agonies at once. When you thought you couldn’t take any more, the pain amped up. Your head pounded and your eyes burned against the light. Your fingernails scraped along the leather as your back arched. Blood dripped from your nose and your ears. You could taste its copperness as it spilled over your chapped lips and into your mouth.

Then, it all stopped.

Your body slumped back against the chair with what little energy you had left. Your limp body heaved for air. You swallowed thickly; your throat was raw.

The man slunk forwards from wherever he had retreated to in the room. Your body froze when the string of russian words began to slip from his mouth.

“Purify.”

You tensed, eyes wide as you looked around the room.”

“Brass. Hang. Illustrate.”

You thrashed, trying to cover your ears with your hands, but to no avail.

“Noiseless, twelve, evanescent.”

“NO! No..” You cried. These words would be your undoing. Once they had been uttered there was no going back. You couldn’t go back.

“Illustrate, beserk.”

“NO! STOP IT!... Please.”

“Connection.”

Your mind went black. No feelings, just the urge to follow orders. Thoughts, but no control or freedom over what they were. Your bloodied body relaxing in the chair. Thousands of memories of your training and your experimentation flooded your head. You raised your head to look up at the grey haired man. “Ready to comply.”

“Good. We have a mission for you, Soldat.”

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Shoot, kill, protect. Shoot, kill, protect.

That was all that went through your mind and you slunk around the corners of the base. It had been infiltrated by a group of highly-trained superheroes. They were hardly subtle, despite how much they tried to be. Your enhanced hearing allowed you to hear their footsteps echoing across the halls. Pressing yourself up against the wall, you waited until they had rounded the corner. You were lingering only a few feet away from where Zola had locked himself away to prepare for his escape. You were not only guarding him, but also the files that he possessed. Little did you know that that was not all that the Avengers were hoping to find.

When the footsteps rounded the corner, you were greeted with a redhead woman. Before she could move any further, you had your hand wrapped tightly around her throat, pinning her against the wall. You narrowed your eyes, pressing your gun to her abdomen. She delivered a harsh blow to your stomach, which despite your strength sent you keeling backwards.

“I’ve got eyes.” She muttered something else into her comms, making an advance towards the room, but you grabbed her leg and pulled her to the ground. Her head hit the floor.

Scrabbling for your gun, you were up on your feet in seconds before another two pairs of footsteps reached the end of the corridor. This time, it was two men that rounded the corner. Bucky’s heart almost stopped in his chest when his eyes landed on you. He felt as though he was going to be sick. Mechanically, you readied yourself into a fighting stance. Racing towards you, they both advanced towards you. You ducked under the arm of the taller one before using the wall to propel yourself towards the other. The small hallway became a blue of bullets and limbs as the three of you fought. The movement of one of them was well placed. He seemed to know all of the counters to your moves. It was the red star on his silver arm that caught your attention. And that small distraction was all it took for the man to knock you down and plaster you to the floor.

As you kicked, trying to get a good hit in on the man, he studied your face. It flashed with recognition. Your piercing eyes would never leave Bucky’s memories.

“Y/n?”

You flinched at the small mention of your name, but your programming was too strong. Shoot, kill, protect. Your fingers reached for your gun which he had knocked out of your hands. Your fingers inched along the floor, but then there was a firm grip on your wrist keeping it still. You squirmed.

Bucky tried again. He couldn’t quite believe that you were in front of him. Your face hadn’t changed much since the last time he saw you but you looked older, more tired. “Doll?”

You stiffened. The name cuts through your programming like a knife in butter. His face came flooding back to you, some memories good, some bad. He was there when you were at your lowest, you were there when he was at his. The two of you had been together through thick and thin, supporting each other through what little good and what masses of pain you had experienced. You furrowed his brow, scanning his face. His blue eyes were still the same, but he looked different. Kinder. Calmer.

“Bucky?”

“Yes!” The super soldier nearly cried. “Yes doll. It’s me. It’s Bucky.”

He eased his touch a little as you melted against him. His touch became tender like you remembered it to be as he cupped your face with his non metal arm.

There was a commotion behind you. The sound of bullets filled the air and your programing shifted to the front of your mind again. With Bucky’s loosened grip on you, you managed to wiggle out from under him and scramble towards the open door. The other man had managed to slip away and infiltrate the room where Zola had barred himself in. You raced in, your finger poised on the trigger. You raised it, aiming at the offender in the room. Though something was stopping you from pulling the trigger as you so normally would under the soldier programing.

Zola frowned angrily. “Kill him.” He spat.

Your hand shook as your mind fought itself. One part of you screamed at you to just pull the trigger. The other, more sane part of you told you otherwise.

A pair of hands wrapped themselves around your waist, pulling you away from the scene. You tried to fight against them, but also enhanced by the serum, Bucky’s strength was on par with yours.

“Get off of me.” You growled.

His grip was firm as it moved to your shoulders.

“Hey, Hey calm down.”

You tried to kick at him, but it was pointless.

“You’re ok doll. It’s me.”

You stilled, relaxing in his arms again.

“I’m gonna get you out of here Doll. I promise.”

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