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watermelonlovershigh · 9 months

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Day on the Yacht Turns Baby Making on the Yacht

AN: i've had this idea ever since these photos came out and knew i had to write it. and lots of you guys did too because you ate up this concept. so here yall go. hope you enjoy.

This story contains: mentions of sea sickness, trying for a baby, having sex on a yacht, slight choking (kinda), slight biting (during the sex)

{ husband!harry - softrry - current harry era }

word count: 1,962

When you're fertility tracker goes off on the yacht to let you know that now is a good time to try for a baby, you make the excuse you feel seasick and have Harry come to the bathroom with you where he fucks you good against the counter top.

You and Harry decided one way to celebrate Love On Tour ending was to rent a yacht for the day and take it on the water with a couple of his friends and family. The day you chose to sail on the waters was beautiful. The sky was nice and blue and the Italian heat was hot but not too hot. The sight of your gorgeous husband was also making the view ten times better, but that's just your opinion.

Everyone on the yacht was having a great time. Some were laying out to tan. Others were sitting around with wine coolers, chatting to one another. Harry, being the man who brought everyone together today, was going around and trying to spread his attention.

First having a laugh with his long time Italian friends who are actually a gay married couple which you both attended their wedding three years ago. Then sitting beside his sister Gemma and her long time boyfriend, Michal. Of course Harry pays attention to you as well, asking if you're alright and bringing you another drink when you mention being parched.

About two hours into your yacht ride your phone buzzes in your hands. You didn't really have cell service in the ocean so you thought that was weird. But when you checked to see who texted you, you realized it wasn't a text. It was a notification from your fertility tracking app that tells you when you're most fertile and need to try for a baby.

See, for a few months now you and Harry have been trying to get pregnant. You knew his tour was ending in July and thought it would be the perfect time for you to settle down for a while and have a baby.

At first you just had sex willy nilly to get pregnant, but after several negative pregnancy tests, decided to download an app to help tell you when you're most fertile. Though not every time you have sex is with the sole mission of a baby. Sometimes you just have sex for simply the intimacy aspect.

Fuck, you internally curse. How the hell are you gonna fuck your husband while you're on a yacht surrounded by his friends and family. Thinking for a minute you come up with a plan. You can fake being seasick so he has an excuse to go down to the bathrooms with you and do some quick baby making without anyone batting an eye.

Knowing it's now or never, you fake grown and cry out, "Harry..."

He looks over at you from where he's sitting beside his sister and asks, "Yeah, love? What's the matter?"

Not exactly wanting the whole boat to know you're seasick, you wave him over to you. Harry gets up imidiantly and stalks over towards where you're sat on the side edge of the yacht. When he's close enough, you whine, "Just feeling a bit seasick. Can you take me to the toilets on the bottom level, please?"

"Yeah, of course, baby." Harry is quick to agree. The genuine worry on his face makes you feel bad for lying. But you know you won't feel bad in a few minutes when his cock is deep inside of you.

He takes ahold of your hand and very quickly steps over to Gemma to inform someone, "Hey, Y/N is feelin' a bit ill. M'gonna take her to the toilets. Hopefully we won't be gone long."

Gemma frowns and replies sweetly, "Awe, that's fine. Hope you feel better soon, Y/N." You mouth a "thank you" and tug Harry's arm in the direction of the stairs that lead to the bottom floor of the yacht.

While on your journey to the bathroom, Harry kindly asks, "When did you start to feel sick? You could have told me sooner and I would have seen if I could've borrowed a motion sickness pill off someone for you." How did you get so lucky to have married such a pure and sweet man.

Before you answer, you barge in the one toilet bathroom and Harry is fully ready to hold your hair back while you vomit. But instead, is taken back when you turn around and kiss his lips hard with need. "Baby....... what, thought you were gonna be sick?" he mutters confusedly against your mouth.

You pull away, breathing heavy and respond, "I lied. I needed an excuse to have you come down here with me and fuck me. Got the notification on my fertility app saying my fertile window is open and now is the best time to try and conceive. I need you to fuck me and come inside me. Right now."

Harry tosses his head back and says, "Fuck!" rather loudly. Though he is a bit uneasy about potentially getting caught having sex on this yacht, he could never pass up the opportunity to fuck his sexy wife and give her a baby. "Well, okay then. Do you need, like, warming up first or..." He's fully ready to eat you out or finger you for a minute to get you fully aroused if you needed that.

Harry's too kind sometimes. Always thinking of your wellbeing and needs. You laugh and grab his hand to lower it to the front of your swimsuit. "No, babe. Seeing you in these tight, green swim trunks has had me wet for hours, see." His fingers come in contact with your clothed wet pussy and that has him hardening right up.

"Alright, turn around and lean over the sink f'me." Harry instructs and you do as told. This yacht's bathroom is rather small but you'll make it work. You've had sex in much smaller spaces before but those are stories for another time. Harry drops to his knees and as he goes to slide your bikini bottoms down your legs, he kisses over your ass cheeks and the back of your thighs.

"Harry, we don't have time for that, just put a baby in me. Hurry." you grumble. You're far too impatient for him to tease you right now. You just need him to fuck you.

As he stands back up and drops his green swim trunks to his ankles, Harry retorts, "Alright, stop being bratty. I'll give you what you want. Know I always do, m'love." He takes ahold of his now very hard cock and gives it a few strokes to make sure its fully erect for you. When it is, he helps spread your legs how he thinks would work best for this position and leans over your back, carefully nudging his dick in your soaked hole with the guidance of his right hand.

"Ohh, Harry!" you can't help but moan while he's pushing all the way in and that causes him to slap his left hand over your mouth to silence you.

"Love," he says from behind you're body, "gotta stay quiet. Can't risk anyone hearing us." You nod your head in understanding and bite your lip to silence yourself when you feel him bottom out. Then without warning, Harry pulls his hips back, leaving just the tip inside your cunt, before slamming forward.

The hand Harry had over your mouth has moved down to your neck. Not with the intentions to necessarily choke you, though he is applying slight pressure, but more so to help you stay upright and look at yourself in the mirror. The scene of Harry fucking you from behind has got you even more turned on than before. The way his tan skin is glistening with sweat. The way his curly hair has fallen over his forehead. The way Harry is looking right into your eyes from over your shoulders in the mirror. It's all so intense.

After a couple of minutes, Harry can feel the knot in his stomach tighten and he knows he's about to come. Your tight pussy just feels so good hugging his cock. Wanting to see if you were up there with him, he questions in heavy pants, "Are you close? M'bout to come. Just feels so - fuckin' - good, Y/N!"

You nod and squeak out, "Yeah, I'm close too, H." Knowing you may need a little bit of extra help, he takes his right hand that he had stationed on your hip for stability and reaches in front of you until he finds your clit. When he does, he begins rubbing the nerve in tight circles and that's exactly what pushes you over the edge. That and his cock rubbing against your g-spot from this angle. You nearly fall forward because as you come your legs give out and if Harry wasn't pressed up behind you, you're sure you would have collapsed onto the boats floor.

"Ah, God!!!" you gasp while waves of pleasure roll through your body. Your orgasm triggers Harry's and he shoots his load as deep as he can inside of you. His hips falter their movements and he has to bite down on your shoulder to quiet himself from the moans he's dying to let out.

Slowly, everything comes to a stop and you're both left sweaty and panting for air in this small yacht bathroom. Harry carefully removes his hand from your throat and you slowly start to lean forward over the counter top again. The movement causes you to accidently pulse around his softening cock and he curses in slight pain. "Fuckin' hell."

"Sorry, sorry." you repeat out of breath and Harry shushes you by gently responding, "It's alright. Gonna pull out now and then I'll help you up on the counter so my cum doesn't drip on the floor." You nod and Harry carefully pulls his dick out your pussy and turns you around to lift you up on the small countertop beside the sink.

Now face to face, Harry can't help but to lean forward and plant a kiss to your lips. The kiss stays soft and airy. But knowing people above is bound to become concerned with how long you've been down here, you whisper, "Love you. Thank you for coming down here with me and I hope we made a little baby. Can't wait for our family to grow."

Harry nearly cries and gets hard again at the same time with all this baby talk. "Y/N, no need to thank me. Love you so much and would do anything to give us a baby. Even if that means break away from my friends and family to fuck my wife in a yacht's bathroom in the Italian ocean."

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Harry helped you get cleaned up and properly dressed again as well as redress himself. Then you both walk hand in hand back up to the top deck again where everyone looks at you with concern. Gemma's the first to come up to you and asks, "Feeling better, love? You can have a sickness pill if you need one? I always bring extra."

Feeling bad for everyone's genuine concern on your sea sickness but also happy you weren't actually sea sick, you decline, "Oh, no thank you. I'm feeling much better now. Your brother is a great doctor."

Everyone continues to have a great time. Laughing and enjoying the summer sun. Until Brad, Harry's friend and personal trainer comes up behind you and gasps, "Y/N, why is there a bite mark on your shoulder? Are you alright?" Your eyes go wide and Harry who heard the entire interaction goes pale in front of you. To the point he looks as though he may actually get sea sick.

"Um, um.." you stutter. Well fuck, how do you explain they're your husbands teeth marks from where he bit your shoulder to conceal his moans while coming inside of you to give you a baby.

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signed-loni · 6 months

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If you still take requests—

Could you write about the Glamrocks reacting to y/n wearing inspired makeup of them?

Almost how Cassie matched eyeshadow/make up with Roxy, since Roxy is her favorite?

I LOVE THISSS

Yall, i have been SO inactive on here, and for that IM SOSOSOSOSO SORRYYY 😭😭😭🙏

but alas, this is sososo cute so i just had to do it. im still working on other requests! So do not fret<3

warnings: None, its all cuteness

not proofread, sorry

reader is gonna be GN

FREDDY FAZBEAR

He thinks its so cute!!

he’ll help you do it when he has the time-

he likes watching you do it, while at the same time helping you remember what his “makeup” looks like

sometimes he’ll let you sit on his lap and just watch you do it, seriously, this guy just LOVES to stare at you

”Fred?” You called out, knocking on the star of Fazbear Entertainments door. “I wanna show you something!” You said, as the door was gently opened, only to reveal the very tall Freddy Fazbear. “Ah, y/n! How nice to see you! And your makeup! How very lovely it is. Looks just as good on you as it does me!”

you giggled at his remark. “Thank you! Took me forever to do. Hopefully (managers name) wont make me take it off. I think the kids would really like it!” You said. “I agree with you, it looks fantastic!”

Montgomery Gator

UGH THIS MANNN

Once you come into work with monty inspired makeup, he’ll tell you to come like that to work everyday

cocky little bastard

”Oh, okay, rockin’ my look huh? Looks good on ya babe”

Bro will NOT shut up about it

As you walked into the mega pizzaplex, faced covered in green eyeshadow and yellow and purple stared eyeliner, mentally preparing yourself for what monty was gonna say, you clocked in and got ready for your daily morning tasks.

As you were checking that everything was in its place, you felt someone was behind you. And you knew exactly who that someone is. “Monty, y’know you cant scare me. I’ve become immune to it” you say, turning around to face him, seeing a smirk spread across his smug face

“Wow, nice look ya got on” monty said, signaling to your eye makeup. “Inspired by yours truly, I assume?” He says, eyeing your, well, eyes. “Wow monty, you just assume things all the time dont ya?” You say, tone laced with saracasm as you turn around back to what you were doing. “Im right though, aint i?” Monty said, smugly. You giggle a bit “that you are, my redneck friend.”

Roxanne Wolf

she absolutely adores it

”Ya look good, sweetheart”

her tail wags viciously when she sees you wearing makeup similar to cassies, but with a little more pazazz (or however you spell that)

Thinks its cute that you wear lipgloss with a purple tint to it! Brings the look to life

You were hanging out at roxy racers, cleaning everything up and goving the go karts gas, when you hear roxy come up behind you. “Hey baby, loved the look you had going on today” she said while hugging you from behind “Thanks roxy! Im glad you liked it. A bunch of the kids and even some adukts complimented me on it. I was almost late for work trying to get it done.” you said laughing.

“The effort payed of though” Roxy said, admiring your perfect winged eyeliner and eyeshadow, along with the eyeliner on your cheeks to mock the stripes she had. “Looks hot, especially on you” roxy said, which made you laugh. “Alright rox, lets get you to parts and service” you said shaking your head and chuckling.

Glamrock Chica

Literally IN LOVEEE

she sees your makeup and freaks out

”OMG OMG OMG ROXY! DO YOU SEE Y/NS MAKEUP??!! THOSE ARE MY MARKS!! AND YOU SEE THE GREEN TRIANGLE EARINGS THEY HAVE ON??!! THEYRE LIKE MINE! OMG!”

couldnt contain her squealing, which eventually led you to hear her, to which you came up to her and she was SO HAPPY

(sorry chicas was so short, I typerd her paragraph but then it DELETED so :(( )

A/N: hope you enjoyed this! Remember to drink water and take care of yourself!! Xoxo loni

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kornflake82 · 10 months

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i was sent this ask:

"Hello, you! can there be a headcannon where, (Scout, Sniper, demo, and my favorite Texan, engi) hugging S/o and the merc is like: “Oh no I’m in love with them” as their face is all red? And, S/o is sorta worried about them and asking “you good?” this scenario has been itching my brain for a few days lol

Anon jilly🦭🌺"

and i believe you may have forgotten to turn anon on when submitting the ask, so i still saw your url. out of respect for your anonymity, i will answer here instead of from the inbox, so hopefully it still finds you well! also i hope you don't mind i do a mini scenario for these as opposed to HCs, just to give yall a little more content :3

Mercs Getting a Big Ole Hug

Scout

-You two always had a strong bond, and a dynamic like childhood friends. It was always fun and games with Scout, and when the time came, he knew how to comfort you and be there for you albeit in his own clumsy and Scout-y way.

-It wasn't until he noticed the way the other Mercs looked at you did he start to see you as more than just a friend--he now became acutely aware of how soft your skin felt when it brushed up against his, the way your hair perfectly framed your face, every small detail about you, and he couldn't believe he never noticed any of this before.

-It was your day off, and as usual, you spent it with Scout. The two of you tired yourselves out playing catch outside, as well as other fun roughhousing typical of your other pastimes. While running for the ball, you tripped and fell forward, but Scout was quick enough to catch you, and held you in a tight embrace. You instinctively wrap your arms around his torso and bury your head in his chest. He maintains his grip on you, but his face is as red as his uniform--all of a sudden the outside air feels cramped and he's getting clammy. It was like getting hit with his own Atomizer: all the times he's admired every little thing about you coming together all at once to beat him over the head with the realization that he was in love with you.

-You finally let him go, looking up at him and yelping a bit in surprise. "Scout?! What happened to you? Should we go see Medic?!" You ask frantically, concern showing on your scrunched features as you took in Scout's seemingly-ill state. "N-Nah, I'm okay, really! More than that, actually...I feel amazin'." He gazed at you with a softness you hadn't yet seen before, but it sparked a warmth in your heart and your tummy that you didn't oppose.

Sniper

-Sniper wasn't exactly one for PDA, let alone physical touch. Just didn't tickle his fancy. But you, something about you gave Sniper the desire, for the first time in ages, to hold, touch, and generally be around someone of his own volition. But for some reason, he just couldn't find it in himself to act on those desires. Whether it be his own deeply-instilled professionalism or cowardice, he couldn't tell. Whatever it was, all he knew was him being afraid of scaring you off. So he did nothing. The minimal interactions with you now would suffice, and his imagination could do the rest.

-You weren't exactly having the best day. Just yesterday, you scuffed a one-on-one encounter with an enemy merc that cost your team the mission, and today's target practice was not kind to you either. You found yourself alone on the range, tears of frustration pooling in your [color] eyes as you trudged along to set up the target dummy Sniper once again. Overwhelmed by frustration, you found yourself hugging the Sniper dummy for even the slightest sense of comfort, dropping your rifle to the dust below with a thud. The real Sniper, who had volunteered to check on you, heard the sound of your rifle hitting the ground as he left the base. The impact immediately spiked his adrenaline and caused the worst thoughts to run through his mind. He quickened his pace, almost falling over in place once he beheld the scene. Sniper couldn't help but feel a tug on his heartstrings watching you embrace the dummy of him. A warm flush crept its way to his rugged features as he realized the depth of his feelings for you way-exceeded his expectations.

-It's now or never, he thought to himself, finally finding the courage to approach you. He put a large gloved hand on your shoulder, eliciting a fearful shriek from you. Your face reddened with embarrassment, stammering as you tried to come up with a good excuse for your behavior. Wordlessly, Sniper wrapped you up in a tight embrace which immediately soothed your worries. "Shhh. It's alright, roo. Don't cry, now." He spoke just above a whisper, and despite being there to comfort you, he himself was trembling with anxiety at what he's just done. When you finally gathered yourself and parted from the Aussie's embrace, your eyes widened. "Sniper! What's gotten into you?!" He looked down at you with a slight smile, as if it would conceal the way his heart pounded in his chest.

"You have, sheila."

Demoman

-He wasn't always drunk! Okay, maybe he was, but that didn't mean he was always unaware. He was especially aware of a certain little merc who always took him to bed, always got him water, and always made sure to wish him a goodnight, even when the rest left him to drink himself to oblivion. He thought of you very fondly, like a close friend more than just a colleague. You were the first of the bunch to ever show a genuine compassion for him and actually attempt to care for him even in his drunken state (and he knew that was no easy feat).

-It was another night like always, the rest of the team off taking care of their own business while Demo had some precious one-on-one time with his scrumpy, this time accompanied by you! And you were actually drinking with him! It was the weekend, after all, and you decided what the hell, why not, and let your hair down a little. While not nearly as intoxicated as your Scottish companion, you definitely felt the buzzy warmth of drunkenness sneaking up on you. You felt more bubbly, confident, and silly. You gazed upon Demo fondly as he slurred through stories of missions, both failures and successes.

-Right as he was getting to the story's climax, he raised his arms above his head for dramatic affect, and you impulsively leapt into them. "Awwe Tavichhh, I wuv when you tell stowiesss" you mumbled into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his torso as if he'd leave you any second. The sudden show of affection almost sobered Demo up a bit, but he quickly dropped his arms and returned your embrace. In his drunken state, the warmth of your body against his felt like fire, and he couldn't help but notice the way you fit perfectly into him. Demo soon grabbed your shoulders, moving you back to meet his gaze. The sudden serious look on his face sent a shiver down your spine. "D-demo! What's the matter?!" He took in your flushed face as if he were looking upon the Mona Lisa herself before finally speaking, "Oh it's nothin, lass. I just enjoy lookin' at ye."

Engineer

-You were lucky enough to get some time off when you were informed this go-round of contracts did not include you. To your surprise, they didn't include Engie, either. You discovered this when you bolted for the workshop in a panic as you realized your prized headphones were destroyed! You were about to go on a walk before fishing them from your backpack and soon met with the disappointment of your prized possession in tatters--wires frayed, and hanging down almost mockingly.

-As you busted through the double doors of Engineer's workshop, he jumped in surprise, nearly dropping his wrench. "Well howdy to yourself too, darlin'!" He regained his bearings and approached you with a chuckle. "What's got you in such a tizzy, hm?" You simply raised the broken pair of headphones up*, looking at him like a lost puppy. "M-my headphones are destroyeeeddd!" You whined. Engie, behind his goggles, looked at you with a twinge of pain in his eyes just from hearing how distraught you were. Though he was empathetic to your "loss", he couldn't help but admire how adorable you sounded when you whimpered, and got a bit of an ego-boost from how you immediately came to him for aid. Engie took the headphones from you, inspecting them closely as he set them down on a nearby workbench. "Y'know, dear, these might not be a lost cause...let's see what some good ole fashioned Texan ingenuity can do!" He assured you with a sly smile.

-You fidgeted nervously as you watched over his shoulder while he tinkered away on your poor headphones. "Can I get you somethin' to drink darlin'? Maybe some water?" Engineer didn't take his eyes off the headphones as he spoke, currently re-twisting and wrapping wires before getting to work on the broken frame of the device. "I'm okay, thank you, Engie..." Truthfully, you were just too nervous to take your eyes off of the headphones while Engineer repaired them. Of course, you trusted his skillful hand, but with them being such a meaningful item to you, you couldn't help but hover over his shoulder and watch. Suddenly, Engie spoke up again, this time with a command-- "Close your eyes, dear." Nervously, you did as you were told. Engineer turned to face you, gently placing the repaired headphones on your head. Your eyes shot open and hands immediately went up to feel the newly repaired device now muffling your hearing.

-Without a second thought, you pulled Engie into a tight embrace. "Engie, you're the best!! Thank you so much!" You exclaimed, nuzzling his chest a bit as the two of you embraced. His large gloved hand gently caressed your back, giving it a slight pat in response to your praise. While Engineer typically maintained a relaxed exterior, internally, he was practically melting. A proper southern gentleman such as himself couldn't be indecent in the presence of a lady, but the fog on his goggles and pink in his cheeks said otherwise. You pulled away, removing the headphones. You went to inspect them further, but the sight before you stopped you dead in your tracks. "Engie?! You feeling alright??" He looked like he was about to pass out--and he felt like it, too.

-Engineer simply nodded, placing his ivory-colored cowboy hat on your head in response.

*this is exactly what i envisioned for this scene btw

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lili863 · 5 months

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Do you think you can do one where reader is really shy (not innocent) but starting to exploring herself to the point she asks Ominis if he could teach her how to self-touch as she feels weird not having a proper structure to learn... to the point Omnis begin and keeps on teasing reader while seducing her to touch him and their supposed 'one-side lesson' soon turn into loss of virginity where Ominis let his dark side takes control of him while making love to MC both gentle and dominant at the same time?

Touch me

Ominis x MC

🔞 NSFW! Minors DNI

Ominis Gaunt x Reader, extreme smut, MDNI, NSFW

AN: Yall this was based off a request I got wayyy too into it. This poor anonymous persn sent this request ages ago and I hope if they are still active that they get to read it. I have beeen superr busy so havnt been active for a while but hopefully yall enjoy much love!

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It all started after 7th year of howarts. You were finally in the last stretch of your academic career with big dreams, high hopes and a fresh start in the world of magic after living your whole life with the muggles. After successfully defeating Rankrok and his followers, you found yourself with free time you'd never had before—not that you were complaining.

Yet it was Ominis Gaunt who took up most of your newly available hours. He wasn't like anyone else you'd met before. A true gentleman, he defied your expectations for how young men typically behaved. He'd been your rock, guiding you through the maze of challenges that filled your fifth year at Hogwarts.

Being with Ominis felt honest and effortless. He could be a worrybody sometimes, but you would be lying if you said you hadn't come to rely on it, it was endearing if anything. And now that the whirlwind of secret missions and dangerous adventures had subsided, you started noticing little things about him you'd overlooked before.

And today was no exception. As you watched Ominis alight from his carriage just beyond the castle grounds, your breath caught. "Ominis!"

His head whipped around at the sound of his name, a warm smile lighting up his face. Abandoning your bags, you sprinted towards him, your heart pounding in time with your footsteps. As if expecting the enthusiasm in your dash, Ominis opened his arms wide. You hurled yourself into them, confirming, once again, how right everything felt when he was around.

With an "Oof!" the tall Slytherin absorbed the force of your hug, your arms locking around his neck.

"MC," he breathed your name, hugging you back tightly. An involuntary sigh of contentment escaped his lips as he felt the comforting contours of your body meld against his.

"God, I've missed you. This summer felt like an eternity."

"It did," he agreed softly.

You pulled back before gently cradling his face, examining his features, oblivious to his hands lingering on your waist. As you studied his cloudy eyes, pronounced jawline, and distinct beauty marks, surprise flickered through your eyes.

He had changed, grown. The boyish softness from last year had given way to a more defined, mature appearance, leaving you momentarily taken aback by the transformation.

"Wow.." You softly chuckled."You look different. In a good way, of course. "

His gaze lowered, emitting the comforting warmth you craved every time you looked into those intriguing eyes before a small smirk made its way to his face.

"I suppose you haven't changed one bit, still standing on the tips of your toes"? He quipped, a teasing note coloring his words.

Your smile dropped, and you had to look down momentarily, embarrassed that you were indeed doing exactly that.

You quickly set your heels to the ground, causing his fingers to brush against your curves tightening ever so slightly.

"Excuse me?! For the record, I'm still growing. My healer insists that a growth spurt is right around the corner—'

"And perhaps you'll gain a hard-earned inch. I wouldnt worry darling, thats what the accio charm is for"

Your hands flew to his collars as you tugged him towards your face.

"Accio isn't the only charm I've got up my sleeve, Gaunt"

Ominis looked caught off gaurd for moment, feeling the warmth of your face and breath.

"In fact, I've been meaning to show you all the other spells I've learned. Only if you care to finally join me at Crossed Wands"

Raising an eyebrow, the slytherin huffed a laugh, "I've got better things to do than go to a children's club?"

"Afraid of a little public humiliation?"

You watched as his hands rose to meet yours, clasped firmly around his collar. With a swift motion, he unlatched your grip.

"I'm sparing you the public embarrassment of defeat dear". Your face flushed a deep red when he gently turned your hands over, his lips planting a searing kiss on the palm.

"No need to remind you of our last game, do I"? his low voice vibrated in the little bubble you two were stuck in, unaware of the looks other people were giving you two. You caught your breath, the softness of his lips lingering on your skin

His words triggered memories of your past dueling defeat. A defeat you'd hoped he'd let slide, especially after you'd arrogantly challenged him again. So much for thinking the 'blind kid' wasn't a threat. In truth, he could've been an excellent Auror if he'd wanted to.

""I—it was just one time, Ominis," you stammered, your words mirroring the erratic beat of your heart. As the amusement on his face faded, he smiled his hand sliding past yours, "I'm just teasing"

The air between you thickened as he gently pulled you closer, his hands thumbs circling the curve of your waist. Your cheeks blushed fiercely under his gaze. "I've missed you, MC," he whispered, his voice deep and laden with an intimate huskiness.

Caught off guard, you stayed slient. "The summer was a nightmare at my parents' house," he continued, "but thoughts of you were my escape, my quiet refuge."

You gulped not recognizing this kind of intensity in his eyes, almost as if they could suck you in and trap you in them for eternity.

"...Ominis-"

"Are you two about to kiss"? Both of you jumped at the intruding voice of your firend.

Ominis sighed, now turning to the voice of his firend.

Sebastian flinched playfully. "Oops, should I come back later?" His teasing had you huffing a laugh, a welcomed break from the tension. You licked your lips nervously, watching the two with a small, nervous smile, secretly grateful that Ominis couldn't see the flush on your face.

But the moment's intensity was far from forgotten. That night, as you lay in bed, the scenes with Ominis replayed in your mind, each one leaving you more restless than the last. Your thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions, each memory with your best friend intensifying your inner turmoil.

Ominis had filled out, a lot more than you expected. His physique had blossomed, revealing a strikingly defined muscle tone that commanded attention. It was impossible to overlook the way his biceps seemed to strain against the fabric of his pristine white shirt. Though not bulky, the undeniable truth was that he no longer resembled a slender, lithe boy – his presence now exuded a captivating aura of strength and maturity.

You caught your breath, an instinctive reaction as your thighs rubbed together subtly. The lingering sensation of his arms wrapped around you remained, an imprint of solid muscle and strength. And those fingers—Merlin, those fingers. Their ethereal paleness was etched with a web of green veins, elevating their beauty. Always impeccably manicured, they were long enough to make even the largest textbooks look small when held in his grasp

An irresistible curiosity welled within you, envisioning the sight of those digits gliding across your bare skin. Imagining their journey from your chest, down to your stomach, and delicately tracing the contours of your hip. As desire consumed you, your chest heaved with anticipation. You moistened your parched lips, feeling a bead of sweat forming on your flushed skin. And then, finally, his fingers would trace over the delicate mound of flesh and delve right to your-

"Ahh-"!

Instantly, your hands flew to cover your mouth in shock at the noise that just flew out of your lips.

Suddenly, you found yourself in the midst of soemthing very intimate with your hands stuffed down your panties hovering over your aching core.

With quiet pants, you stayed still listening for any shifts from the other girls across the room. Fortunately, only silence ensued as you tried to swallow down your humiliation before slowly resuming, feeling the folds in between your fingers.

With a nervous heart, you began to rub your folds in a clockwise motion. A small flicker of something awakened in the pit of your stomach, causing you to gasp at the unfamiliar sensation. Your heart raced as you continued your ministrations.

However, as quickly as the feeling came, it soon subsided, leaving you perplexed as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Without hesitation, you switched to a faster state.

Nothing.

Soon, you began swiping, dragging, and pinching before you finally gave up in frustration.

Nothing. You felt nothing.

Were you doing something wrong? You weren't entirely naive. You had heard other girls talking about touching themselves down there, and they all claimed it was a euphoric sensation like no other.

Maybe this was a mistake..

What were you thinking? Touching yourself to the thought of your best friend.

Your arm swung over to cover your eyes in embarrassment, followed by disappointment. Perhaps it was best to just go to sleep now...

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A week passed, and you held onto the hope that the strange feelings you had for him would fade. But fate had other plans.

Professor Hecat's class was always rowdy. Flying spells were common, and both you and Ominis were accustomed to them. But today, Leander Prewitt and his cronies chose to act up.

Seated beside Ominis, your jaws clenched as Prewitt initiated a verbal confrontation, belittling Ominis and doubting his dueling abilities. Sebastian retaliated swiftly, but an inexplicable surge of rage coursed through your veins in response to Prewitt's petty taunts at Ominis, and you promptly decided Leander was going to learn today.

Just as you began to rise from your chair, Ominis seemed to read your intentions. With a sudden, commanding grip, he seized your thigh, pulling you back into your seat with a force you couldn't ignore.

Your eyes widened, muscles tensing under the sensation of his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thigh. Your gaze met his for a fleeting moment before drifting down to where his grip tightened, locking you in place.

"I've got this, MC. Save your energy," he murmured, his voice low but clear. His words weren’t a boast, but a quiet assurance.

Rising gracefully, Ominis shed his robe with a fluid motion, placing it neatly aside. He then proceeded to loosen his tie, the emerald fabric slipping through his fingers with practiced ease. Rolling up his sleeves,

You watched mesmerized at the sight that unfolded before you, captivated by the visual of his forearms, adorned with prominent veins that seemed to pulsate with intensity, emanating an aura of restrained power.

Clenching your thighs, you swallowed hard, forcing yourself to look away.

"Care to duel, Prewitt?" Ominis asked, a hint of malice lacing his voice. "You seem to have plenty of time to spew nonsense."

Ominis would never waste the time of his day on someone like leander. But here he was, standing before you with a look in eyes that had your stomach doing flips.

Prewitt snorted, exuding arrogance. "Don't go crying to Black when I best you, Gaunt."

The entire class excitey swarmed past you more than intrigued to see this fight. And eventually, even you couldn't help it.

The duel was a spectacle. Ominis dominated the arena. You knew he was powerful, but seeing him dismantle Prewitt—a seventh-year known for his formidable dueling skills—left you a little breathless. The calculated dodges, the crackling spells—each move he made sent a thrilling pulse through you, stirring something you hadn't felt before

You'd never openly admit it, but ever since that duel, only thoughts of Ominis managed to ignite even the faintest sparks of pleasure within you. Everything else left you feeling disconcertingly numb, as if disconnected from your own sensations.

You'd imagined his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, the timbre of his voice urging you toward the edge, the warmth of his lips promising release. And yet, frustratingly, that elusive climax remained just out of reach.

The experience was as maddening as it was mortifying—each moment teetering on the cusp, only for the feeling to dissipate into nothingness.

Days later, you saw him leave class, chatting amicably with Sebastian, a playful smile gracing his gorgeous lips. As you leaned against the hallway wall, you found yourself at an emotional crossroads, wrestling with whether or not to take the next step.

The young Gaunt walking beside Sebastian slowed in his steps, letting Sebastian walk ahead with Garreth when he suddenly sensed your unmistakable magical presence.

His head turned your way as you stood up straighter, caught off gaurd.

Before you were able to think, Ominis called out your name.

"MC"?

You sucked in a breath before forcibly smiling, not that he could see.

"Hey....can we talk for a second..."?

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You sat nervously in your room of requirement after sending Deek off for the night. You were expecting Ominis to walk down those stairs into the room any moment now.

Today, when he beckoned you over, you couldn't resist inviting him to meet you tonight—despite your internal protests. Restlessness had overtaken you, and if there was anyone who wouldn't judge your upcoming request, it was Ominis. As you pondered your own audacity in calling him here, a tight knot formed in your heart at the mere thought, causing a flood of second thoughts to assail your mind.

But just as they threatened to spiral out of control, a surge of panic gripped your gaze, capturing sight of Ominis descending the staircase.

Shit. Your shaky hands now fell to your sides as you stood from the couch to acknowledge his presence as normally as you could.

"Good evening Ominis".

The moment your voice reached his ears, a soft smile played on Ominis's lips. "Evening, darling,"

You tried to ignore the way his smooth tone cut through the quiet air of the room.

As Ominis strolled towards the couch, your gaze inevitably followed him. His shirt, a few buttons undone, subtly revealed his well-defined chest, adorned with a smattering of black beauty marks.

Strands of hair that were usually slicked back had fallen forward, adding a touch of casual charisma to his look. With one hand nonchalantly tucked in his pocket and the other holding his wand, he moved with a confidence that was both understated and captivating.

'Had he always been this striking?' you wondered.

He gracefully took a seat on the couch next to where you stood. Heart pounding, you took a seat beside him and offered the tea you'd meticulously prepared earlier.

The room was thick with silence for a few beats before Ominis finally spoke, cutting through the tension.

"So," he started, a hint of playfulness in his tone, "caught a cold, have you?"

"What?"

"You sound as if you're speaking from the other end of the room," he observed with a slight, teasing tilt of his head.

In that moment, you became acutely aware of your own timidity, practically recoiling from him, from where he sat. Your tongue flicked nervously over dry lips, a gesture you had repeated countless times throughout the day.

"Oh..."Before a single word escaped your lips, his keen intuition sensed that something was amiss.

"MC, is there something wrong?"

You shook your head, perhaps too vigorously, "No, not at all! I didn't call you here for anything bad," you assured him, lowering your voice on the last part.

You notice his eyebrow tense with a slight scrunch "Well with that tone you're not exactly putting my concerns to rest," he noted, patting the cushion next to him. "Come here; I'm not going to yell across the room to talk to you."

A moment went by before a soft chuckle escaped you as you inched closer to Ominis. "The couch isn't exactly spacious," you remarked, but the playful tone in your voice dwindled to a hush when his fingers delicately found yours. With a gentle tug, he erased the scant distance left between you.

Your breath caught in your throat, the heat of his body radiating against yours in a comforting yet unsettling way.

"Alright, whats on your mind"?

You bit your lip, a nervous habit that not even the daunting OWL exams had provoked. 'I'm... it's hard to find the right words.' You hesitated, feeling the weight of your own vulnerability. 'This is...embarrassing, something I've never had to voice before. Yet, with you, it feels different. It feels safe" The sincerity in your voice was as clear as the mixed emotions that danced in your eyes

Ominis listened intently, his features softening.

"The thing is I have been struggling with something that I didn't quite expect to struggle with, actually even you would be surprised if you knew"

"Perhaphs, as long as I get it hear it" The small smile his face did no such thing to help the nervous one diminish on yours.

“In fact, it’s almost laughable when I think about it. No other girl seems to be troubled by it. In fact, I might be the sole person in this entire school befuddled by something so trivial. It’s ironic, considering all of the feats I’ve accomplished with far less trouble—”

“MC.”

You halted abruptly, feeling his hands gently squeezing yours.

“What is it” Ominis pointed out softly.

Swallowing hard, you murmured almost inaudibly, "Could you... help me find... pleasure?"

Silence lingered for a moment, each second intensifying your unease.

It was as if time itself paused when you noticed the subtle change in his demeanor. His breath hitched, momentarily caught in his throat, as his eyes widened ever so slightly. The usual confidence in his gaze gave way to a flicker of surprise, or perhaps realization. "Oh..." he uttered softly, the word barely more than a whisper, yet it resonated with unspoken understanding.

Upon hearing Ominis's reply, your heart sank. In a rush of emotion, you stood up abruptly, mumbling apologies as you prepared to retreat. Your eyes, unable to meet his intense gaze, shifted downwards, while internal doubts echoed that perhaps this was all a mistake.

Just as you were about to suggest ending the evening, a gasp slipped from your lips. Ominis, his grip still firm on your hand, drew you back with a swift pull, causing you to tumble unexpectedly into his lap. Your heart pounded wildly as you looked up at him, your eyes wide with surprise. "Don’t go," he whispered softly, his voice soothing yet firm, his hands securing you at your waist as if fearing you might flee.

"I don’t want to make you uncomfortable," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head gently, his hand cupping your face. "Trust me, you aren’t," he reassured, his thumb softly tracing your cheek. His fingers tenderly explored your face, a faint smile playing on his lips. "It’s been so long since you let me touch you," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and relief.

Your stomach fluttered, acknowledging the truth in his words. You had been avoiding him, distancing yourself in a futile attempt to evade the complexity of your feelings.

"Is this why you’ve been so distant these past few weeks?" he inquired, his tone laced with curiosity.

"You noticed?" you replied, a hint of surprise in your voice.

Ominis would have been a fool not to. Despite his attempts to feign indifference, the absence of your presence, the lack of even a fleeting conversation each day, weighed heavily on him. The way you would hastily exit a room upon his arrival haunted his nights.

He had always harbored a silent obsession with you, yet he considered himself too cowardly to confess it. After all, you were perfection personified in his eyes—the savior of Hogwarts, his savior. He had thought your kindness in befriending him, a blind student, was the pinnacle of your generosity.

But now, he realized he might have underestimated the depths of your caring nature.

"I have" He answered.

"Oh, was I that obvious"? You tried to hide your embarrassment but it was all out in the open now.

Leaning closer, he whispered teasingly, "Quite so. Can I assume that I am to blame for this delightful situation?"

Your nervous laughter filled the room. "Delightful isn’t the word I’d use for the sleepless nights you’ve given me," you confessed, immediately wondering if you had revealed too much.

His smirk grew slowly, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Sleepless nights, you say? How troubling. I wasn’t aware I had such an effect.'"

But of course, he knew. His courtship had been subtle yet deliberate: anonymous bouquets, offers to help with your studies, each a breadcrumb leading you unknowingly back to him. He noticed the other suitors too, drawn like moths to your flame, each trying to surpass the others with their affectionate gestures

Realizing this, Ominis's tactics shifted. He was no longer just a smitten boy; he became a calculated seducer. His methods were more than just charms and touch; they were whispered promises, the intentional caress of his fingers against your cheek, and his hand's firm yet reassuring grip at precisely the right moments.

He had never seen himself as that kind of man until he felt you envelop yourself in every sense he ever had.

It was torturous to be able to smell you, hear you, or even touch but just never enough to satiate his growing obsession with you. At one point he even considered secretly wedding you under his name just so he could have you without question.

You had sensed a hesitance from him, perhaps because of the gentleman he was. So gathering the remaining bits of your courage you slowly shifted, draping your legs across his lap, pressing your back against his solid chest. A flush of heat rose to your cheeks, and your heart thundered in your chest as you leaned into his embrace.

Ominis's breath hitched as he felt your weight settle against him, the faint scent of you enveloping him. For a moment, he was motionless, as if caught in a dream. Then, instinctively, his hands found their way to your hips, anchoring you.

Your voice, barely above a whisper, broke the charged silence. "What are you waiting for, then?"

"Touch me"

His world seemed to shift at your request, opening a door to a path he never imagined traversing. Heart hammering against his chest, Ominis drew you closer, his breath a soft murmur in your ear. "With the utmost pleasure".

As you nervously bit your lip, Ominis's fingers had already begun to glide toward the hem of your dress, delicately folding it back to reveal your lower half.

His fingers danced cautiously across your abdomen, "Use my hands, he whispered softly, "show me how you touch yourself."

The words were complete filth, but how he made it sound so angelic was beyond your comprehension.

Aligning your shaky fingers on top of his, you guided his pretty hands that you daydreamed about so much right down to your core already aching in anticipation.

Ominis suppressed a noise and nearly cursed out loud at the feeling of the warmth of your clothed cunt that bled through to his fingers.

The soft fleshy feeling had his cock twitching in his trousers already beginning to harden.

He began to rub you hearing the shaky breaths leave your mouth. A smirk slowly etched on his face as he realized how sexually innocent you were. He barely started and you already were writhing at his touches

"Lift your hips for me"

Your eyes that closed shut snapped open at the gentle command.

As you turned slightly to look at him, he mirrored your movement, his lips brushing against your cheek intimately. "Trust me..." he murmured. Your eyes fluttered at the fuzzy feelings that engulfed you.

Using your hands, you pushed against his thigh lifting your hips. Ominis smiled faintly pleased at how well you listened before feeling for your soft lacy undergarments and hooking his fingers under the hem. It all bit took him a few seconds as he delicately peeled the thin material down your legs.

Discreetly, he slipped the tiny undergarment into his pocket and then lightly tapped your hips, a silent cue for you to sit back down.

You hadn't bothered with a bra, assuming it was unnecessary since Ominis couldn't see. Yet, sitting bare in your thin, flimsy nightgown, you felt starkly exposed.

His other hand slid around your waist, adjusting as he leaned back against the couch, seeking a more comfortable position. In response, you unconsciously shifted, spreading your legs wider. The movement caused your nightgown to gather up, its fabric bunching around your hip.

Red crept up your cheeks and you prayed Deek didn't leave anything behind after he left because you were completely exposed at this point.

"You feel so warm." Ominis slid his fingers through your folds, exploring every crevice of you shamelessly as you gasped and flinched.

"It..ng- it feels a little strange. I've never felt like this before".

The young Slytherin caressed your bare thighs, addicted to the smoothness of it "Perhpahs we can fix that"

Ominis glided his digits up your folds feeling a delicate arch, before uncovering your clit. With a smirk he applied firm pressure on the nub causing you to gasp, tensing in his lap.

"W-what was ..that" You whispered breathlessly.

"There we go… feels good doesn't it"?

You could barely respond to his question as he began circling the nub rhythmically.

Ominis smileding feeling your body wrack from the hard breaths you were giving. He didn't expect you to be this inexperienced.

"Darling..give me your hand"

You obeyed with a whimpers before feeling his damp fingers take in yours. Taking them to your clit, he encorugae you as you curiusly circled it, flicnhing at the waves of electricty shotting through at very momvemnt. Ominis chuckled quietly, turned on by the reactions you were feeding him.

"This..is so strange" You spoke. New was the word, but to explore such a vulneraable moment with someone like him, it felt..embarressing. Almost as if you should know this by now.

Ominis took a breath, before taking over. "No. Not strange. It's natural".

You bit your lips. fighting not to close your legs at the way he was touching you "Is it natural to get this..wet"?

"Well if I do this correctly" he began "Pretty soon you'll be soaking" His sultry voice shot straight to your pussy causing to you clench.

"I feel..hot ughn-"! Another wave of pleasure washes over you as he works his magic, teasing and swiping you repeatedly.

This is… too much," you whimpered, overwhelmed by the intensity.

Ominis grunted feeling you bounce slightly over his strained cock. Without a second thought his other hand grabbed the straps of your slik nightgown, sliding it off your shoulders and doing the same with the other. You were clouded in a haze far too high to notice as he continued assaulting your clit. The room soon began to be filled with the sounds of squelches.

The gown slid off, exposing you entirely. Ominins traced his fingers down your collarbone relishing the warm smooth skin before feeling your the flesh of you plump breasts.

With a quiet groan he cupped you, his thump circling your nub and swiping over them, causing them to perk up.

You whined arching your back pushing all your weight on his cock.

"Fuck MC, you're driving me crazy".

As his ring finger delicately circled your entrance, a sharp intake of breath escaped you.

"O-Ominis! Please, ugh—!" your plea broke through the thick air.

"Come on, love, you can take it," he coaxed, his voice a mix of encouragement and desire.

"No! I can't!" Your voice escalated, edging towards a cry as a wave of intense sensations began to coil deep in your belly.

To Ominis, you were a vision of breathtaking beauty in this state of abandonment. The sounds you made were so intensely arousing that it took all his self-control to focus on your pleasure first, rather than his own.

Your hips involuntarily began to buck against him, seeking friction against the growing bulge in his pants. The young Slytherin grunted, using his free arm to steady you while his fingers worked relentlessly, intensifying the pleasure.

As his fingers rhythmically flicked your clit, his command broke through your haze. "Face me."

The simple instruction barely penetrated your overwhelmed senses, but you managed to obey, turning to face him.

"Lean forward… and kiss me," he whispered, his voice laced with a mix of longing and hesitation.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ominis was seized by a sudden fear that he had asked for too much.

But before he could retract his words, you silenced his doubts. Your lips crashed onto his with an urgency that left no room for second-guessing. Your hand found its way to his hair, gripping and pulling with a desperation that matched the intensity of your kiss.

The two of you shared each others breaths, as he groaned into the kiss, pressing himself closer to you. Not even a moment passed by before he suck his tingue to swipe over your bottom lips before intruding your mouth. Both of you groaned at the taste of each other, rocking and bucking your hips.

Had it not been for the single thread of sanity his mind was desperately clinging on to, he would have completely forgotten that you were a virgin and plunge his cock into you as deep as he could go.

However, nothing fed his ego quite like this. Nothing in his years of living could compare besides you spreading on his lap and letting him defile you like this. And he would be damned if he would let another man try now.

Quickly you grabbed his other arm and shoved it to your perked nipples beggin for some atention.

Breaking the kiss in desperation, you gasped, "T-touch me here…"

His touch in response became rougher, rolling your nipples between his fingers, as you gushed onto his digits.

"You're making a mess, sweetheart," he murmured against you, his hips subtly rolling to meet yours.

You could feel the smug smirk of his lips against yours. Licking your swollen lips, you tasted him again, your senses torn between the overwhelming touches and his intoxicating flavor. "Its all your fault" you managed to say between ragged breaths

"My trousers are soaked, and yet it's my fault?" he teased knowing damn well you were right. In response to your attitude, his fingers tightened around your plump flesh, nearly drooling at the thought of taking them into his mouth.

Frustration mingled with your desire as you retorted, "Yeah? Well, why don't you do something about it, then?"

Ominis briefly stopped his minitrations taking in your words.

You panted eyes darting back and forth between his.

"I will."

In an impulsive motion, Ominis drew back and slid his hands beneath each of your legs. With an effortless strength, he lifted you, responding to the unspoken urgency between you. Simultaneously, the Room of Requirement seemed to attune itself to the escalating intensity, morphing subtly to accommodate the unfolding desires

Looking ahead, the room suddenly turned pitch black.The once-lit fireplace, which had filled the room with a comforting orange glow, was now extinguished, plunging everything into the deep dark, you saw a stunning vision materialize

Floating candles flickered to life, encircling a bed draped in rich black satin sheets. Their light cast an ethereal glow, creating an island of illumination in the otherwise dark room, with the bed as its sole focus.

It was..ominous. Yet seductive.

A surge of realization quickened your heartbeat. This daunting setting wasn't conjured from your fantasies. It was a manifestation of someone else's.

Just as you had realized it was Ominis, he released you into the bed conveniently placed in front of you as you fell back with a bounce.

"Omi-" You gasped as he grabbed your thighs and pushed them apart, exposing your gushing pussy, dripping from your juices onto the satin sheets.

Your eyes widened, you never saw him like this before. Jaw clenched, eyes dark, and towering over you like a menace.

Feral.

It was a far cry to the shy and reserved guy you were us to seeing.

Ominis inhaled your scent, with his throbbing cock already leaking precum into his trousers. Qucikly removing his shirt he dove in, feeling abdomen and pressing searing kisses down until he felt your wetness press agaisnt his nose. Without hesitation he slicked a solid stripe up your puffy folds before taking in your clit into his wet hot mouth.

"Ahhg- fuck!" you cried out, the world spinning as Ominis continued his fervent ministrations. He sucked on your swollen numb catching your dripping jucies on his chin

Your eyes rolled back as you arched your back crying loud enough for the whole Castle to hear. Your hands shot to his head gripping his soft hair unconciously rolling your hips into his face.

"Nghh-feels so go-good"!

Words failed you, your mind whittled down to incoherent babbles under his relentless ministrations.

He groaned against your cunt, swirling his tongue around the nub, repeating the motions over and over as you convulsed.

One of his hands slowly unwrapped itself from your thighs before rimming your entrance. Just as another load of juices spilled, Ominis seized the opportunity to slowly insert a finger causing you to flinch at the intrusion and clench around his long digit.

"That's it Darling..just relax" He whispered.

Your eyes began to flutter as Ominis pumped his finger back and forth/

"Can you take another, Darling?" His husky voice cut through the haze, demanding your attention. You whimpered shaking your head, overwhelmed by the sensation of his finger. "I dont think so"

"Yes, you can, sweet thing. Just relax," he coaxed, his whispers punctuated by a kiss on your clit before he climbed up to hover over you, caging you in.

"Merlin, Ominis," you gasped, breathless, "This isn't what I… asked for, uggnh—" Your words struggled to form as you felt his finger curl inside you, deftly stroking your sensitive walls.

"Pretty soon, you'll be nothing but a babbling mess, and I'll barely understand a word," he teased, his voice a blend of amusement and desire.

Frowning at his smug demeanor, you reached up to his neck, pulling him closer to your face. "Careful, Gaunt, I can still—ugh," you tried to warn, your words faltering, "I-I can still hex you."

Licking his lips, Ominis's eyes darkened, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "Is that supposed to be a threat?"

"Yes. And one you'd do well to—agh!" Your protest was cut short as he slid another finger inside you, stretching you further.

His smile was a triumph as he leaned down "I'd take every hex you could ever throw at me if it means I can touch you like you this again".

You swore your stomach did a flip as redness took over your face.

A reply just sat on the tip of your tongue but before you had a chance to reply, his hands slid to the back of your neck pulling your hair at its root to expose your neck before sucking and kissing the sensitive skin.

You grunted at the feeling of his canines pressed to your throat while he plunged his long fingers mercilessly. "Fuck" You murmured. It felt so good.

You were so slick he was easily able to finger your squelching core, clenching around his digits every chance it got.

Ominis didn't want to go too hard on you yet, but unable to control his speed much longer. His fingers began to fully thrust into you, curling and hitting a squishy spot.

Suddenly he hissed as felt you rake your nails down his back while you cried out in pleasure. Grabbing the back of your neck, he muffled your cries, shoving his tongue down your throat while fingering you harder.

He wanted to be gentle, but clearly, you were going to make it impossible.

You moaned feeling a tear slide down your cheek at the overwhelming feeling. Truthfully, it stung a little, but a tight coil building up in your stomach overrode every sting you felt.

Breaking the kiss, his forehead rested against yours panting from the kiss "I can feel it. Your close".

"I..I feel something in my stomach. I don't think I can take it-anymore" You whispered, barely able to catch your breathe.

"Go ahead darling" The young Slytherin peck on the lips again smiling against them "Come for me"

You whimpered fisting the sheets beside your bed, arching onto his fingers. Suddenly, the coil in your stomach snapped as white hot blinding pleasure flew over you. Your muscles began to contract before you felt your pulsing walls close in on his digits still buried inside you. You gasped, mouth wide open eyes squeezed shut unable to make a sound from the pure bliss.

Ominis felt every wrack of your body, hearing every silent little noise you made, quietly observing your state. Nothing could compare to the beauty he was witnessing. Nothing made his pride swell up in his chest before like you did. And nothing very made him regret the state of his eyesight like you did. Even blind, you were so beautiful.

"Still quivering from the aftershocks of his touch, you gradually relaxed into the soft sheets, each breath a conscious effort to steady yourself. Ominis, tender in his movements, leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead. A smile tugged at your lips, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him closer in a silent invitation for more intimacy.

In the quiet that followed, a subtle shift brought your legs to encircle his waist, and you could feel the pronounced tension against you from his trousers.

'Ominis?' your voice was soft, yet laden with unspoken desire.

"Yes, love".

A boldness took hold of you. "Please, make love to me. Here, in this bed."

With a sharp intake of breath, Ominis jumped up and grabbed your hips, pulling them to meet his hips causing you to yelp. His tone was low but reverberated throughout the air leaving the place silent under its domineering tone" With the utmost pleasure"

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There you lay as Ominis slows his pace, feeling your uncontrollable clenching pussy squirt onto his cock like a hose.

Your entire body shook from the intense pleasure, your thighs trembling as you back arched. Ominis sinster's smirk was a strong indication if any that he felt no remorse for bringing you to your 3rd orgasm as tears slid down your already dampened cheeks, absolutely in love with how greedy your pussy clamped down on his cock.

But he was far from done. In the time he spent with you tonight in this room, somewhere he tried to be accommodating and doting as he usually was but that option flew far out the window as soon as you decided to make him cum faster by topping him.

You learned a hard lesson today. Ominis doesn't like brats.

It wasn't long before Ominis started railing you again, taking it to new heights

“wait—slow d-down Omi’—hngg!” you moan, nails clawing at his back, scraping the pale skin. He was sure he was full of marks by now that Sebastian was going to interrogate him about later, but he couldn't a give damn right now.

You felt your body recoil, pushing up against the bed with each sharp thrust as he pounded into your worn-out pussy, dragging every inch of his length in and out. Your knees were bent at your ears this time, feet dangling by his head as his hips slammed into the back of your thighs.

"Such a pretty slut aren't you? Look at how well you take my cock". You couldn't understand a thing before realizing Ominis had slipped in pareceltongue while he was plowing into you.

The forbidden language only had gush aroused even further.

“Fuck baby” he sighs “Bet that pretty pussy is just begging to be filled again”

"I cant-" your cry comes out strangled already feeling another orgasm coming. It was painful how much you clenched around his girth of cock by now.

In response, Ominis leans in, trailing a path of wet kisses up your chest. As he approaches your mouth, you instinctively lean forward, anticipating another kiss. But instead, he releases your thighs, his hands moving to grasp your hips firmly. 'One more round, darling,' he whispers against your lips. 'I'll make you come so intensely, you won't have any more sleepless nights. How does that sound?'"

At this point, you were sure Ominis was lost in the pleasure as he grounded up your saturated pussy.

"And what if I do" You whispered breathlessly

He chuckled leaning in and giving you another heart-melting kiss. You knew you were done for.

"Now that you belong to me, I can assure you you won't"

Before you had a chance to reply, Ominis deftly maneuvered you, effortlessly turning you around in the bed. You landed softly on your stomach, the sheets cool against your heated skin. His hands traced a path down your back, pausing at your ass to grasp and squeeze your flesh firmly, followed by a sharp slap that made you squeal in a mixture of surprise and arousal.

Then, without any warning, you felt him align himself, and he plunged back into you, his entry swift and decisive

Before long he's drilling into your sopping cunt, his tip kissing your womb, whispering vulgarities into your ear. The lewd sound of his balls slapping against your ass and both your groans fill the room as your eyes watered at the sheer width of him.

One hand firmly gripped your hip, while his other slid up your lower back, pressing you firmly into the bed. He angled your body, creating a deep arch that allowed him to drive into you with relentless force prying your cunt open with his cock slamming into you at a bullying speed.

Your ass recoiled with every snap of his hips and soon you felt another orgasm hitting you like a spell. As it overtook you, you found yourself crying out his name, your fingers clenching the bedsheets as you convulsed around him.

Ominis grunted bringing you up to press a searing kiss as he pounded his seed into you, unleashing his load enough for it to drip down your thighs.

As the kiss broke, you both lay there, chests heaving, caught in the aftermath of the storm of passion and connection you had just weathered together

You felt utterly exhausted, and Ominis, perceiving your fatigue, showed a hint of concern. He hadn't intended to be so fervent, and despite your lack of complaints, he wondered if he had gone too far. Then, you turned towards him, gently tugging at his arms, urging him into the bed with you.

"MC—" he started, but you cut him off.

"I'm sleepy. And I don't think I'll be able to walk for a while, so the least you could do is stay the night," you murmured, your voice a mix of fatigue and affection.

Ominis's initially surprised expression softened into a smile at your words. He leaned down, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. "I did make a promise, didn't I?" he said softly.

You couldn’t help but grin, pulling him down for one last gentle kiss.

'Keep your word, Ominis.'

His smile mingled with yours in the kiss, and he drew you closer, his embrace a comforting presence. 'You know I will,'

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. SIM! — s.jy

PART 2 : MY SHY HUSBAND

PAIRING enhypen jake x female reader

SYNOPSIS after marrying the man of your nightmares, your husband, jake, shows you that he's actually an angel labeled with bad manners.

GENRE romance, arranged marriage, comedy

WARNING profanities, suggestive content, piercings, MDNI

wc. 5k+

— happy birthday to this pervert :)) ! I didn't have the time to write a full smut so the rest is up to yalls imaginations, hopefully you guys still find it funny.

To be wed is the practice of both hearts joining one another in a matrimonial ceremony. There, they swear in front of everyone; their families, friends, and to God. They promise to become one, to console in another, to love each through thick and thin until death do they part. But how can you surrender yourself fully when you have no such feelings for the man in front of you?

When the pastor instructs the both of you to conjoin your palms, through the white veil you wore, you watch with quiet eyes as your groom shies away from your hold. Vengeance and malice are hidden behind your irises and you almost audibly scoff.

In the background, the pastor continues to lecture the both of you about the principles of a wedding, how God should be the center of your everything. Yet your world has been taken away from you, and therefore, your center is filled with void.

"Mr. Jaeyun Jake Sim," You hear the man cloaked in white call for the boy who stood in front of you, Jake, pulling you out of your plotting thoughts.

"Do you take Miss YN to be your lawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, 'til death do you part?"

Not even a second passes, he says, "I do, father."

He wants this, wants to marry you, however, you don't. You may not be able to avoid this marriage, but you will try in every way you can to avoid him.

Jake is handsome and every bit of his physique makes him seem like the sweetest angel. Today, his hair is nicely parted and styled to perfection. He's clad in a typical yet dashing suit, the dress shirt underneath hugging his frame to the point where you can see the outline of his pecks whenever he breathes. You caught the stylists gossiping with each other a while ago, the contents being your grooms natural beauty. They were going on and on about how naturally his face glowed, and how adorable his smile is when he curled his lips upwards. Not to mention, how nice and accommodating he is. If the two of you met under different circumstances, you have no doubt that you'll be the one making the first move.

"And do you, Miss YN, take Mr. Jaeyun Jake Sim to be your lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, til death do you part?"

I don't.

But you have no choice and so, you gulp, letting empty words fall out of your mouth. "I do."

"Now, with the power vested in me, I pronounce the both of you, husband and wife." The pastor in charge announces, and right then, cheers erupt inside the small cathedral as echoes of their claps resound all throughout. You wince when you look at your parents' smile, clapping in an excited manner as they gush to those beside them about how happy they are. Your mother even shedding a tear. However, this is all fluke, something that they had forced onto you regardless of the fact that you despised it.

You didn't think arranged marriages were still a thing in the 20th century, but your parents have proved you wrong. There's not an ounce of them that felt guilty, even when you lashed out, and told them how you don't want to be wed with a stranger just for the company's benefit. But they said it was good for you.

"Don't you see?" Your mom asks as if it's the most obvious thing, grabbing both your arms to make you face her. "Finally, your image of being a whore—"

"Yuri!" Your dad lashes out in anger as he never calls your mother anything but their pet names for each other. This case is different as she's not only making you do something that you don't want, but is calling his own daughter a slut.

You and your mother had never seen each other eye to eye when it came to your nightly agendas. Well, neither did your father, but he loved you too much to tie you down.

"Fine." She breathes out, composing herself. "A playgirl. Your image of being a playgirl can all be erased. Jake is a sweet boy. I have no doubt that you'll fall in love with him eventually."

Oh, the misogyny.

First of all, you're not a playgirl nor are you a whore. You'd prefer the term "An Anti-Romantic that Sleeps Around a lot." Yeah, that's way better.

But all your efforts to sway your parents' minds were in vain— though your dad agreed, your mother didn't, and if there was something more powerful than your father, that was his wife— as by early November, they already had the whole wedding and reception planned, and here you are now, being announced as Sim Jake's beloved wife, his last name now being attached to yours.

Fuck your mother. Fuck your dad for not stopping her. Fuck Jake for agreeing.

If he truly has a heart as pure as milk, he wouldn't have agreed, but milk goes rotten eventually, and you assume the same case has happened to Jake. Yet, the fucker still acts like he's an angel.

"You may now kiss the bride." He says, gesturing to your now husband.

Just when you thought Jake would happily lean in and kiss you, he doesn't. He shakes in his spot and bites his lip, a nervous habit you've concluded after meeting him just a few times before. He'd done the same when the two of you were introduced for the first time, when the two of you met for dinner with each other's parents, and many other occasions.

You're not going to lie, but you found this habit cute. So, you tell yourself that you're the one leaning in because you want this to be over with, not because you want to get a taste of the strawberry chapstick on his red lips.

At first, Jake's whole body becomes rigid, and you're about to pull away when he loops his arms around your waist and deepens the kiss. Now, it's your body's turn to become rigid. Nevertheless, you keep kissing him because he just tastes so good, completely disregarding the supposed fact that you hate his entire being, reasoning to yourself that you're just acting.

When the time comes to pull away, Jake watches your reaction with nervous eyes, afraid that he's overstepped his already small boundary with you. He knows you don't want this, knows that you don't have any sort of romantic feelings with him, but he can't help it.

The first time he saw you was at a club his friends dragged him to. Jake can't hold his alcohol well, and always proclaimed himself as the driver, meaning that he wasn't going to have a drink at all.

From where Jake sat, talking to a drunk Heeseung, he caught sight of you on the dance floor. He was so in awe of the charisma you showed. He knew the alcohol must've had a part in it, but that didn't matter because to Jake, you were a goddess partying within a sea of mere mortals. You were one of a kind and the spotlight was on you. At that time, Jake was having doubts if he was sane or not for how can someone be this attracted to a stranger they've never even talked to beforehand? He has no idea if it was because of the way your body moved or if it was the way your hands clumsily wrapped around his neck after he had made the daring move to approach you.

Without the alcohol, Jake had the time of his life listening to your drunken rants beside the sidewalk, and his heart started beating laps when you leaned in to rest your head against his shoulder.

"You're such a sweet guy." You slurred out, hand absentmindedly fidgeting with the loose threads of his woolen sweater. "Can I kiss you?"

Taken aback, the boy stutters on his breath, and he looks at you for confirmation. He knows you're drunk, but the determination between your eyes is so adorable, how can he possibly say no? He knows you're drunk, but giving his first kiss to you shouldn't be that bad of a crime, right?

When he timidly nods, you take the initiative, and lean in. When you do, it's like a billion butterflies suddenly fluttered their wings inside his stomach, and he coils into your touch, melting into your body.

Your lips lay against each other for a while before Jake instinctively opens his lips, not wanting to part but needing to breathe, and you take that as your queue to put your warm tongue inside his mouth. That's when Jake feels the small metal bead pierced onto your wet muscle, the piercing on your tongue rubbing against the roof of his mouth and tongue, and Jake can't help but release a small whimper into your kiss.

Jake never wanted something so bad in his life before. He was always willing to give, and put others first. Maybe, just for this time, he can be selfish, and have you.

You probably had no recollection of him, but he had every bit of you reserved in his mind. Your meeting has become a core memory, and Jake will cherish it forever. With that, he'll show you he's worth putting yourself down, and make up for what he's done. Forgive him, but he just can't continue to bear watching you sleep with random men anymore when it should be him that you come home to. You'll be safe with him and he'll treat you right. He just hopes you give him a chance despite your resentment.

Jake watches with sadness as you pull away from each other, and acts nonchalant about the whole kiss as for a moment, he thought that you enjoyed it. The priest then catches his eye and the boy thanks him for leading the ceremony of your wedding while you completely ignore everyone's existence.

It's been about a week into your marriage. Currently, the two of you are still at your honeymoon, your parents deciding to give the whole month to the two, hoping for a baby by the end of it. It's definitely not going to happen, Jake knows that much as with the way you still act cold and dismissive towards him, even Jake doubts if he can hold a civil conversation with you soon.

Though he's been trying to get close to you, it seems as if Jake still hasn't made any sort of progress. He's made sure to be extra nice and charming, accommodating to your every need, being there for you whenever you need a helping hand, but nothing is working. He doesn't want a baby with you. Well, he wants one but he's willing to wait, and if you don't want one then he'll personally make up a lie saying that he's infertile to your parents. He's never lied before, but he'll do it for you.

All Jake wants is for you to acknowledge his presence, to at least spare him a glance. He's been craving to hear your voice and he's willing to beg.

"Good morning." He greets when he sees you coming out of the room, hair tangled in a sleepy manner as you grumble out a response.

The both of you had agreed that you would have the bed all to yourself— well, you claimed it and he complied— seeing as there was no way in hell that you would sleep beside him. Jake gladly accepted the couch, not a single peep of complaint was thrown your way which saves you more time if you were to argue.

Jakes is sitting on the couch, watching a cartoon. You would've thought it was cute for a grown married man to watch children's shows if it weren't for the earful of complaints and lectures your mom threw at you in the early morning.

She knew fully that you hadn't been treating Jake like a human being. The other day, she found out through the guards that you left him to go party at the hotel's club, and when you were on the phone talking to your mother and Jake just so happened to trudge in and ask you a question, you brushed him off.

It was safe to say that your mother is the least bit pleased with your behavior, and rang your phone to death while you were happily fast asleep in dreamland. When you picked up, she continued on with her rant, effectively ruining your day even before it began, burning your eardrums off in the process.

Being the bright guy that Jake is, his cheerful mood picks up upon seeing his wife, talking to you excitedly about his plans for today as if you hadn't been the shittiest person to him for the past week. "Do you want to go out today? I was thinking we could go to the beach—"

"Sure, Jake." You answer dismissively as you pull open the fridges door. "Whatever you want."

Jake's mood deflates after hearing your lack of interest. "Oh... uhm, Okay..."

Later on, you and Jake venture out to the beach, and you watch him by the shores as you sit on a blanket, a shade put up prior by Jake. He wanted to block off the sunlight from hitting your skin, knowing full well that you hated the heat.

Now, after setting up your rest area, he runs to go and meet up with a tan man sporting stylish dreadlocks, soon finding out that he's going to be learning how to surf.

Ohh this is going to be so amusing to watch.

You watch as he keenly listens to the surfing instructor about the do's and dont's when it comes to surfing, nodding along here and there. The board he chose was a sea blue with two bold yellow stripes along the middle. Wet, his hair clings to his forehead, him having to sweep it back from time to time whenever it comes in the way of his vision.

It seemed as if their little pep talk had already come to an end as Jake readjusts his grasp onto the board before looking at you with elated eyes, a huge grin forming across his face. Right then, you notice the way the ends of his mouth curl up into adorable hooks, and you suddenly feel the random urge to trace it.

Dazed, you wave at Jake and give him a small smile. That seemed to be enough to boost his morale as he unconsciously rewards you with the most adorable look you've ever seen. It was unbelievably charming. A smile so sweet that it puts you under a trance. One where he didn't show his teeth, his mouth forming into a straight line while his cheeks bunch up, his eyebrows raising themselves up. A type of smile that made his cheeks look like soft bread, and he nudged his thumb towards the sea as if to tell you that he's heading into the water.

When Jake turns his back, you snap out, scolding yourself as you ignore the way your heart's beating.

At first, you had planned to leave while Jake is preoccupied, but now, you find yourself stuck to the same spot, looking at your husband as he loses balance on the surfboard and dives headfirst into the water for the sixth time since he went in. You tell yourself that you've stayed because his clumsiness amuses you, not because of the proud smile he throws your way at each progress he makes. He's looking at you as if he's searching for your validation each time he manages to prolong his balance on the surfboard, the eratic oceans doing nothing to help. But regardless, you reward him with a cheer and a thumbs up, him breaking into a boyish grin soon after receving his prize.

He looks overwhelmingly charming like this, and each time he falls, he makes sure to go down in a variety of poses. At his antics, you can't help but laugh at the boy and shake your head, unbelieving at the fact that you're laughing at your husband whom you supposedly hate.

Lying chest down on the surfboard, his hands paddle at his sides to gain momentum when he notices a wave soon to crash, clearly looking excited. However, you aren't.

You can't help but let the panic in you grow as this isn't just a normal sized wave. It's huge, and comparing it to his body, he looks like he's going to get devoured into the water, especially since he's still a beginner.

You stand up from the beach towel you've been laying on, a hand to your chest as you hold your breath. When Jake manages to get on top of the wave, he looks at you in victory, but before you can return the gesture, Jake loses his footing and disappears into the water.

"No…" You inch closer to the sea, feet getting soaked into the water as you wait for Jake to come up. From the corner of your eye, you watch as Jake's instructor begins to grow worried, and you watch him paddle his surfboard close to the area where Jake had disappeared.

"Jake!?" You call out his name yet you don't get a reply. Jake always replies to you. Even when you scream or scoff his name out, he still answers. So, why isn't he now?

Wanting nothing more than to dive into the water and find him yourself, you chuck your dress off, and swim towards where his instructor is heading, following his lead so the both of you can search for your husband.

With the wire on the surfboard strapped onto Jake's ankle, you can only hope that his board soon floats up, and after a few long seconds, it does. Finally, you release a loud sigh, quickly paddling your hands to its location, finding your husband passed out. Your heart only sinks deeper at the thought of something terrible happening to him.

Without wasting any more time, both you and the instructor drag Jake's body up to the shore, carefully placing him down. With fear stricken eyes, you cup Jake's cheek in the palm of your hand, shaking it gently in a desperate attempt to wake him up.

"Jake? Wake up, please." You beg as your hands shake when you grab a hold of his own, clutching them in yours and kissing the back of it as you watch the instructor perform CPR on your husband.

The man presses down on his chest a couple of times before putting his ear next to Jake's mouth, searching for signs of breathing. When nothing happens, the instructor tells you that he's going to have to give Jake mouth to mouth precipitation, and you quickly agree. As the man's lips inch closer to Jakes', your husband suddenly bolt's up, stunning both you and the instructor as you realize that your husband was faking everything all along.

"I'm awake! I'm awake!" He says, frantically pushing the instructor off, and your jaw hangs in disbelief.

"You asshole!" You scream out, slapping his chest as you feel stray tears trickle down your face at having been worried that he had been gone forever. "Why would you do that, huh? W-Why the fuck are you laughing?! Jake, stop!"

Ugh, how dare he laugh?! You feel so frustrated right now that you just want to punch that sick grin off his face.

Once Jake notices that you aren't taking his joke the same way he is, he immediately gets serious. He pulls you in for an embrace, and you gladly take it without much resistance, tears stopping soon after as you're just happy that he's alive.

Soon, annoyance comes rushing back into your senses and you dig your palms to his chest, pulling away from him. "Fuck you! I can't believe I bothered to give a shit about you! You pull that type of stunt again Jake Sim, you're not only going to lose a wife, but your kids too!"

And it's safe to say that mixed with the fear of losing his dear wife, Jake felt awfully guilty for trying to sneakily steal a kiss from you. Now that he thinks about it, he couldn't be anymore stupid to do such a horrid prank on you. His intentions might have been for his own selfish desire, but he didn't think you'd shed tears.

You're a fucking asshole, Jake. You just made your wife cry.

It's safe to say that due to his theatrics, your day of wild surfing and sitting by the beach has been cancelled. Not only that but it's as if the heavens sympathize with your mood, the sky turning gray and dark, a foreboding sign that a storm is about dawn.

It's currently night time and you still feel as sour as a sweaty armpit. You've been mercilessly ignoring Jake since the events earlier this morning, wanting him to learn a lesson or two in comedy because none of that shit was even close to funny! It was scary; the thought of him leaving.

Everytime he tries to strike up a conversation with you, you shut him down with short answers and snide remarks. The same topic of "Oh, why don't you just pretend to drown yada yada." recurring on and on and Jake is forced to retreat, though, the idea of trying again never leaving his mind once.

Even Though he's back in phase one— the phase where you hate his guts— he knows he can get past this. He can do it. He just needs to take his time and give you yours. All he wants right now is to beg down on his knees, and tell you how much he regretted doing it. If only you'd let him, he would lick your feet if you asked.

The two of you were supposed to have dinner outside when the rain started pouring, barring the two of you inside your hotel room as for some reason, the hotel made the bright idea to build the restaurant without a roof. Even though you detested having to be in the same room as Jake, you wouldn't dare getting wet. Luckily for the both of you, room service was a thing.

A part of you feels like you should act nicer towards the boy, besides, he is your husband. During your stay here, he's been nothing but a sweetheart; paying for everything, guiding you, and entertaining every childish plan you have to spite him— well, save for the stupid shit he pulled this morning— obviously, nothing worked. He just took every dumb thing you did as adorable, even when you ignored him.

"Room service!" A man announces from the other side of the door. Being the gentleman that he is, Jake gets up before you do, telling you that he'll get it.

When the door cracks open, pops of confetti and a series of cheers erupt inside your suite. The whole group of staff shows up, and they all start singing him a happy birthday. One of the staff drags in a cart full of intricate looking dishes placed gently on top, a large bottle of champagne sat nicely inside a bucket of ice, and a lighted cake with the writings "Happy 20th Birthday!" written on it.

Of course today just had to be his birthday! Now, how are you supposed to maintain your cold exterior once finding out that you've not only forgotten your husband's birthday, but also ignored him the whole day while he was just trying to get a kiss from you. It sounds so dumb yet you assume that it's an idea Jake is willing to entertain.

The poor boy gets taken aback, speechless as they surprise him on his birthday, but nonetheless, he starts clapping smally and humming with them. When he sees that they're putting the dishes down, he goes in to help them, however they shoo the boy away.

"Happy birthday Mr. Jake!" They all cheered in unison, and as their song came to an end, a staff lifted up the cake, and gestured for him to blow the candles off.

Before he does, he closes his eyes, a boyish grin on his face and you almost blurt out the word "Cute" in front of everyone. It certainly won't be out of the ordinary for them, but you can only guess the inner turmoil it's going to give you.

When he's done with his wish, he blows out his candles, and once again, cheers and claps erupt, you joining in and smiling at him, realizing that you can stop being an asshole just for today since it's his birthday.

"Mrs. Sim," A staff member calls out and asks excitedly, "Aren't you going to give the birthday boy a kiss?"

Both freezing on the spot, you and Jake lock eyes with each other, but no one notices as everyone shoots up in hoots, telling you enthusiastically to give your husband a kiss.

You take Jake by surprise when you suddenly stride towards him, pressing your lipstick coated lips on his in front of everybody. Like the first time you've kissed him, his cheeks burn, and his heart beats faster. It's like he's reliving his first kiss all over again; this version being done in front of a crowd.

His eyes are wide and unbelieving, and upon seeing his adorable reaction, you laugh, dragging your finger across the cake's icing and smearing it on his cheek before walking back with a shake of your head and he doesn't miss the giggle that escapes your lips.

Once he regains his composure and the rave eventually dies down, he thanks the staff, and bids them all a nice farewell, escorting them outside. Jake, being the kind and respectful boy that he is, doesn't forget to bow, showing his gratitude, and you're once again reminded that you're married to a literal angel, and not a devil reincarnate like how you make him out to be.

Maybe being married to Jake Sim isn't so bad. You're still angry at your parents for approving this, and you still haven't proved the hunch you had that Jake is an accomplice. However, if you find out that he is, would it change your perspective of him knowing that this kind and angel like persona is his natural self? Is it so bad to be stuck with this man for the rest of your life?

Gosh, it sounds like you're developing a case of Stockholm Syndrome, or are you just plainly bat shit crazy because are you really coming to terms with your situation this early on?

Regardless, you don't know why you've been fussing so much. You're not obligated to fall in love with the man. You just have to treat him how he deserves, like a normal human being. Sure, your endless nights reigned with sex might come to a holt for a few— you'll surely have to if you don't want to be perceived as a cheater by the media. God knows what your mother would do if she finds out you've broken poor little Jakey Wakey's fragile heart and it's safe to say that you don't want to hear any of that bullshit soon.

"Uhm…" Is the first thing he says to you after the kiss. Poor Jake is unsure of where the two of you stand. Maybe you were just pressured and kissed him so as to not raise the suspicion that you have absolutely no feelings for him. If that were the case, then he feels like it's his fault. "You hungry?"

Of Course he asks you. Jake always puts you first regardless of the situation.

"A bit." You reply to him with a soft sigh, feeling unsure yourself after the act you impulsively did.

Jake looks a bit disappointed for a moment as he genuinely thought that you might want to spend some time with him. It's his birthday after all, but he guessed that he had to try even harder for you to accept him if he truly wanted you.

You can see the heartbreak inside his puppy-like eyes, and you bet that if he had a tail, it would've stopped wagging right then. Now, you immediately regret what you said. You could've just lied and said you were hungry for his sake. Read the room you dumb bitch!

"Oh, then we can eat later when you're hungry. I'll heat it up later so it's still hot. For now, I guess—"

"Are you hungry?" You cut him off, placing your book down, sitting up and leaning forward so you can admire the food, and act as if your question didn't just send him into overdrive, this being the first time you've asked a question that showed even a sliver of interest in regards to him.

"Y-Yeah." He says, stuttering out his answer.

You sit up, feeling determined to make up for your bad behavior. "Then we eat." Gesturing for him to sit beside you on the rug right in front of the coffee table, you serve him a plate.

You feel Jake's stare at the side of your head as he watches you put noodles on his plate so, you look up with questioning eyes, knitting your eyebrows as if to ask if there was a problem. "What?"

"N-Nothing." He says quickly before seating beside you, making sure to put an appropriate amount of space between the two of you so as to not overstep the boundaries that he's already thankful to have with you.

"Eat up. I wouldn't want your mom scolding me for not taking care of her baby boy."

It was as if something in Jake had been ignited when the pet name came out of your mouth. It wasn't in the terms that he wanted it to be in, but just hearing your voice along with those words sends his body on fire, and Jake can only wish you would call him that.

The night goes on with the two of you talking over dinner, Jake being giddy and jumpy the whole time. Despite the grim night, Jake lights up the room with his golden aura, and it's as if there weren't thunder clapping outside.

Surprisingly, the boy is fairly clumsy. He knocked his glass of water, your glass of water, smeared pasta juice all over his face in a delirious attempt to make you smile— which he succeeded as he even made you laugh— and lastly, spilled wine all over your white shirt.

"I still don't understand how you managed to knock the wine onto my shirt." You scoff out an unbelieving laugh, not at all angry with your shirt being ruined as you make your way to the small of your suite's closet.

"I'm really sorry." He apologizes cutely, following behind you like a puppy, and you can't help but want to pinch his cheeks. "I'll get you a new shirt tomorrow if you want?"

"You're so sweet Jake." You comment, pulling your stained shirt off your body, exposing your bra cladded chest to your husband as if it wouldn't drive him nuts.

It's the wine working its way into your system that's making you act so shamelessly as you and Jake had a few glasses prior whilst eating. The both of you are a bit tipsy, but there's no decision you can't make in this state of mind.

Taking the chance, your husband rakes over your body, but not before catching himself slipping. He slaps himself for being so perverted, but does it again either way, and to Jake's embarrassment, you catch him.

He's about to blurt out another apology again, but you stop him by tangling your arms around his neck, pulling his body flushed against yours in the heat of the moment. "If you're going to be a pervert Jake, might as well own up to it, right?"

Jake can only stare at you with unbelieving and shaken eyes at having been caught, all the while having your naked skin pressed against his. His body is burning in want and need, and his lack of judgment and the heat of the moment overtakes his stature as he grasps onto your hips in a fit of desperation, hopelessly gripping them ground himself and have you closer.

"I asked you a question, Jake." You draw out, fingers digging themselves into his cheeks to catch his focus.

"I… I…" He's at a loss, finding it embarrassing having to confess his desires for you in such a scenario.

"Come on, puppy. You can do it." You urge on, and Jake releases a pitiful whine at the pet name, one he could only dream of you giving him. "I'm not going to fuck you otherwise."

At that, Jake's ears perk up, eyes wide and onlooking at your claim. His black boba eyes are addicting to look at. The hand that was pressing on both of his cheeks went to trace the curve of his lips, biting your lip in the process as if to contain yourself from smiling too wide. "Yes, I'm a— fuck — I'm a pervert."

"There he is," You cheer, smirking at how compliant your husband is already. "And what else?"

What else is there? Do you really want him to confess how much he's been dying for you to fuck him? Is that it?

Jake's mind is jumbled. The wine didn't make him drunk, you did as now, he’s tipsy from both the words that fall off your lips and your touches.

"You're a whore. That's what you are. " You say, answering for him as you release the grip you had on his cheeks. "Do you think I never noticed the way you'd peep into my room in the middle of the night, hm? Or, the time where you were humping the pillow you took from my room? You thought I didn't know what you were doing, didn't you?"

From the millionth time, Jake becomes speechless, and he's unsure if you're angry at him or not, though it seems to be as if you're just trying to make him own up. However, one things for sure, his dick is getting hard.

"At the end of the day, our little goody two shoes Jake is just a whore." You spit out with venom.

"Why don't you show me how desperate you are?"

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strstab · 1 year

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𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 - 𝐣.𝐦

summary ; planning to study on the beach, not much gets done as your boyfriend comes to you for affection

pairing ; jj maybank x fem!reader

notes ; kissing, beach studying, pda, fluff, mentions of kids & marriage

a/n ; i had something else planned for today but i wouldn’t be able to finish in time so hopefully it’s out tmr? sorry this sucks it’s last minute 😓

ALSO THANK YALL FOR 200+ NOTES ON MY PREV POST. honestly my phone was buzzing every couple minutes and it made my day. hopefully this gets around the same attention as the last. enjoy <3

after hours of surfing and downing beers with your best friends, you decided to settle down and do you homework as the sun began to set.

after setting your notebooks and laptop onto your towel, you laid on your stomach and began to copy down your notes that were written on your notebook. writing paragraphs and finding answers came easy to you, but not to the blond that approached you after a good 10 minutes with droplets of water dangling from his hair.

“left us for a computer and stacks of paper, baby?” he looked down at you with a lopsided grin. you looked up at him, shielding your eyes from the beaming sun that was soon to be gone and replaced with the glistening moon.

jj plopped down next to you, ruffling his hands in his wet hair causing the drops of water to fly onto your dry skin and notebook. you slapped his knee and scolded him for wetting you and your work. he refrained from making a dirty joke and apologized. he stared at you as you typed along the keyboard of your laptop, fingers leaving satisfying clicking sounds at each key you tapped.

you looked ethereal in this moment. sun beaming on your glowing skin, strands of hair dangling in front of your oh so focused face. he loved that face you made when you were focused. determined or just simply thinking of the random thoughts that flooded your mind when you were around people. the ways your eyes squinted in the slightest way and brows creased as you chewed on the bottom of your lip. or your nails. he knew you chewed on your nails at times. the nails that you got done once every month. every month he’d pay that place on figure 8 to see his favorite girl pleased as she looked at her designed nails, even if she was able to pay them herself.

he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck and you laughed at the ticklish feel. he snatched the mechanical pencil from your fingers and threw it far towards the sand that faded into blue waters.

“jj! that was my last one and kie’s going to kill you for throwing plastic AND lead into the ocean!” you chide, sitting up to look at him.

he muttered something a long the lines ‘she won’t know’ or ‘she won’t notice’ and pulled you into his lap. you let out a loud sigh as he left a trail of kisses on your cheek and down to your neck.

when he was done, you decided it was your turn. you kissed his jaw and tried to suppress a smile. how could you be mad? yeah, you spent the whole day together but your boyfriend was too cute to be ignored. homework could be finished… sometime later. or maybe never.

he nuzzled into the crook of your neck and whispered pretty nothings only you two could hear. there was something about the waves crashing in and the sun being right on the horizon as you watched the silhouettes of your friends splashing each other with the love of your life right behind you.

jj lifted his face and whispered something inaudible. you tilted your head to look at him but his were fixated on the ocean before you. “what’d you say, baby?”

“i said ‘do you think we could get married on the beach?” you were a little taken aback by the sudden comment but smiled nonetheless. he wanted to marry you. you always saw a future with jj, but hearing him mention it out loud just hit different.

you pushed him onto his back and kissed his lips. he cupped your jaw and melted into you as your lips moved together. you pulled away with a big smile and planted soft peck onto the tip of his nose.

“is that your way of proposing, mr. maybank?”

he sneered and shook his head, “hell no. baby my proposal for you is going to be so big that you’re going to remember every little detail of it and stress out our kids about it so they grow to have high standards,”

kids. jj never was a fan of children. even when he was one himself. but with you, he’d be willing to give up stealing and smoking if it meant being with you for a little longer. so if it was kids you wanted, kids he’d give you. raise with you, scold with you, maybe drink without you but you get the gist.

“but i promise i’ll make you my mrs one day.”

“did you look at the list of baby names i sent you?” you asked looking into his pretty blue eyes.

he had. he went through all of them and surprisingly liked some of them. but you had A LOT of time before he was signing the birth certificate of your kids.

you leaned in for another kiss right as you were smacked in the head with a cold, aluminum can. you snapped your head into the direction where the can flew from and saw your friends standing with grossed out faces.

“get your asses up before we call the PDA police!” john b yelled as kiara and sarah mimicked siren noises.

jj groaned and sat up, giving your cheek a kiss before sliding you off his lap and cleaning up the area.

#jj maybank fluff #beach date #studying #jj obx #jj mayback x reader #kissing #fluff #john b routledge #kiara obx #jj maybank imagine #fem reader #jj maybank x reader #strstab

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dilucsfav · 10 months

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Saw that you were writing for re!! Can i request re4 leon with shy reader? Reader usually gets flustered over little things like remembering what they like and small compliments! Reader also likes to cling onto his arm even while cuddling!! (yk how buffed his arm is who wouldnt want to)

YES YES YES. oh my god ive never written for leon before but how about start with my good old fashioned favorite (and hopefully you guys like it too) random hcs & scenarios :)

yes, i know how buffed his arm is. i would gladly hold it, too.

please dont hate on me if hes not very canon LMFAOOO, like i said ive never written for him before so hopefully these are alright ahh!

once again, another request i could not WAIT to write😭

enjoy!! :))) make sure to take time for yourself today, you deserve it!

Leon Kennedy RE4 hcs & scenarios with a shy!reader!

warning(s): the usual nsfw that i put in these, yall know the drill

before you two even got together it took a LONG time for him to confess (lord almighty knows the reader wouldnt do it for this hot fucking man with the absolute godly DUMPTRUCK he was blessed with)

^^ because leon may be tough & a fighter, hes also cheesey as fucking hell. making the worst jokes, a tease, etc.

your shy reactions from his jokes made him think you didnt appreciate them, even though you just didnt know how to respond😭, that meant it took a while before he was actually like-

"... Uhm, we should go... get a steak together, yeah? Just you and me?"

^^while nervously sweating n shit cuz hes scared he'll freak you out because of how shy you are

surprisingly to him, though, of course you said yes! just... maybe not as smoothly as he hoped. his awkward ass just kinda saying "cool," while youre twiddling with your fingers and its just a little awkward silence that he tries to relieve with a little chuckle 😭😭😭

honestly, though, you two hit it off just fine when you finally got together!

Leon is a very busy man, though, so being with you 24/7 was out of the question- it was simply impossible :(

Especially if you two were living together, and he had to go on missions, you often felt very alone & sad. Days (most of the time, weeks) of distress, worry, & crying, wondering if Leon was okay and assuming the worst happened to him.

By the time he returns, though, you are wrapped around him like a magnet. You would give him such gentle care, often wrapping your arms around his arm, your fingers clinging onto his upper arm just like glue

^^especiallyyy when you two are in public. when you meet some of leon's friends, you often cowered shyly just behind him with your hands on his arm. He wasnt bothered by it, in fact, he LOVES it because it shows your trust & how comfortable you are around him, which took a very long time for him to gain :)

leon often compliments your eyes. omg.

^^ he would hold you cheek & tilt your face, examining your eyes with a gentle smile.

^^ "Pretty thing, you are. But you already know that, now, don't you, (Y/N)?"

guys guys i personally hc this but when you guys are in public and its super crowded areas he would lead and put his hand behind him, moving his fingers to catch your attention so you can hold his hand & he can lead you through the crowd sjhdjasdjk

^^I personally hate how overwhelming crowds can be, & Leon knows how shy and timid you can be. We love our sweet boy🫶

his favorite place to hold you while you two are kissing is the side of you neck baebhjafsbjsbjkj OR LIKE JUST UNDER YOUR JAWLINE YESSS YOU ALL KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT!!!!!

also, when leon returns home after an incredibly exhausting mission, you are the first person he wants to see, no question about it. despite all the dangers and traumatic things he's seen on his missions, he trusts & loves you enough to feel safe in your arms.

he is a fucking DORK, makes the shittiest jokes and youve just learned to love them <3

his favorite cereal strikes me as either being frosted mini wheats or rice krispies? i could be wrong though tbh

THATS SO FUCKING RANDOM IM SORRY YOU GUYS LMFAO

speaking of food, he would spoil you ROTTEN with your favorites snacks, meals, drinks, anything you desire. and he'd remember every little detail about your favorite foods, least favorites, etc.

^^ OMG FLOWERS TO! he’s definitely a gift giver no doubt

i think he'd like your arms & tummy a lot though :) i can see him give so so so many little tummy kisses and shoulder kisses and wrist kisses and ahhHAHDHAH

you still get a little shy around him from his compliments & how much physical attention you get & he finds it adorable🥲

nsfw:

speaking of physical attention🌝

favorite sex position? fucking missionary. one hundred fucking percent.

god damn.

GOD DAMN.

especially with you two, its such a loving & trusting & pure relationship, it would be so intimate and ahahdjksahj

kissing through the. whole. thing.

also he'd be so sore & tired all the time from missions, he would get so flushed & feel so loved because you'd kiss the parts that hurt him & his scars & you would rub his muscles and djkasjbdasjdnkj

^^ as would he kiss your scars & any place you are insecure about <3

nah yall.... sex with him for the first time- HELP ME HE WOULD;

"Can I--, put... here... inside you, (Y/N), can I..."

STOP IT WOULD BE SO CUTE BUT SO FUNNY 😭😭

^^ in all seriousness though, it did take a few times for you two to be truly comfortable. At first it was very shy, but shit as time moved on? it was still intimate but FUCKING DAMN IT GOT HOTTER

when he has news he has to leave for a mission? he'd fuck you into oblivion until youre just sick & tired of sex (should i write a fanfic of that, somebody pls request it if so-)

hes such a dork, sometimes he makes sex so funny that it wouldnt even be uncomfortable or awkward, just straight up funny

sex would be pretty vanilla unless you asked otherwise. i think he'd take both of your hands and hold them above your head tho🌝🌝

^^you would get super nervous & embarrassed and your hands would try to cover yourself up, or cover your mouth or face from how hot you felt-- he fixed that RIGHT away and from then on he made sure he could hear all your pretty sounds

"Babe, you feel so, so fucking good... you keep your hands right up there, you hear me?"

^^ WHILE HES JUST DESTROYING YOU AND FUCK

yes, i did say it would be intimate. but did i ever say it wouldnt be rough? absolutely not.

^^bed shaking, the LOUDEST fucking noises coming from both of you guys because i just KNOW this man hits all the good fucking spots.

i say fuck a lot but thats just cuz i want leon to fu-

anyways.

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bueckerssturns · 2 months

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A bedtime story - c. sturniolo

dad ! chris x fem ! reader

warnings: fluff (?)

summary: what happens when your twin boys want their dad to read them a bedtime story instead of you?

requested? yes (idk what they wanted since they didn’t really give much detail but i hope you enjoy !) pov switch ! kinda short

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“alright boys it’s bedtime what story do you want me to read to you guys tonight?” i asked my five year olds as i made my way to their little bookshelf.

“um mommy could we ask you a question but promise not to be mad?” aiden asked as he got up from his current position “of course honey what’s wrong?” i said making my way to his bed to sit down.

“we wanted to ask if it’s okay if daddy reads us a bedtime story tonight instead of you” continued caden from besides me “of course baby let me go get him” i told them as i got up.

as i walked into the room chris looked at me pausing the tv “they’re asleep already?” he asked in a quiet tone “actually no they want you to read a story to them instead of me” i said laying down next time him “me? that’s the first time they’ve requested me” he laughs as he gets up from the bed “i’ll be back in like twenty minutes or so depending on how long it takes them to get to sleep” he said as he walks out of the room.

as i walked in the room i was met with two pair of blue eyes staring at me with little smiles on their faces “i hear you guys want me to read yall a bedtime story?” i asked the boys as i made my way to their bookshelf “so what story are we feeling today kiddos?”

“i want ‘the road to sleepytown’ daddy!” exclaimed caden “no! i want ‘the tale of peter rabbit’ mommy always reads us ‘the road to sleepytown’! i have it memorized at this point!” argued aiden “but it’s my favorite book! pleaseee” begged caden “here let’s make a deal how about i read both books but you guys have to go to sleep if not mommy is going to be really mad at me and when mommy is mad she’s scary!” i joked making the twins laugh before they agreed to both books.

“okay since im assuming your mom always starts with ‘the road to sleepy town’ we will read ‘the tale of peter rabbit’ first!” i explained as i got both books.

two minutes into the first story i saw them both dozing off but trying to stay awake, i was currently reading the second book from the corner of my eye i saw the boys sound asleep.

slowly closing the book i got up putting them in the bookshelf then i made my way to the twin size beds tucking in each boy and giving them each a small kiss on the forehead before leaving the room closing the door quietly.

“did they go to sleep already?” my wife asked putting down the book she was reading “yup, after a little disagreement about what book to read i put them to sleep” i replied laying down next to her “welcome to my world honey” she replied with a laugh.

“i’m going to sleep now” she yawned giving me a peck before laying down on my chest “goodnight baby” i said before getting comfortable and drifting to sleep.

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ummm yea i had absolutely no idea what to write so hopefully this is good and if theres something out there like this pls lmk 😭🙏🏽 hope yall enjoyed this story i thought it was pretty cute !

tags: @sturnioloslurps @hearts4chris @patscorner

lmk if you wanna be on the tag list !! :)))

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yunpointe · 6 months

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𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖

pairing: artist!hongjoong x gn!reader

genre: fluff, established long distance relationship

warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption

a/n: i wanted to write something for hongjoongs bday, so i hope yall enjoy it! sorry its late!

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Ding! Was it really time? Am I ready?

~ 2 days earlier~

How am I keeping a secret from my boyfriend right now? “(y/n), are you there?” Right now it’s two days before my boyfriend’s birthday. He has no idea that his friends and I have planned to surprise him on his big day. “I’m sorry for waking you up, love, I just wanted to hear your voice before I go to the studio.” “Sorry Joong, I’m here.” I was packing my bags as he was talking to me about his schedule for today. “I have a shoot with a very particular model today and I’m really not in the mood to deal with their antics today.” I’m packing based on a checklist Seonghwa sent me. He definitely didn’t help Hongjoong pack when he came to visit me last year. I remember Hongjoong forgetting to bring so many things. We ended up going shopping a lot for him while he was with me. “I’m taking the next three days off, hopefully.” “That would be nice. If anything, you deserve it, you work hard.” I finished putting the last few items in my suitcase and I put it near the front door of my apartment before retreating back to my bedroom. “I forgot to tell you babe, I got the gallery I wanted to showcase my work.” THE GASP I LET OUT. “Why didn’t you tell me? I’m so happy for you!” I literally was kicking my feet for him right now. He worked so hard on his portfolio for this gallery. They denied him in the past for stupid ass reasons, but he got it now right in time for his 25th birthday. “Joong, that is a big deal for you, what are the guys doing for you?” “Knowing them, probably something insane. No one has said much and they are acting odd so I’m pretty sure they are planning something.” “Don’t spoil it for yourself! If they are trying to hide it, it will be good.” I laughed while thinking of his friends. “I won’t. I won't, I promise you. I’m actually looking forward to it.” He let out a short chuckle. “(y/n), I gotta go now, I’ll call you later. I love you.” “Okay Joong. I’m proud of you! I love you too.” After we hung up, I collapsed on my bed and decided to try and get some extra hours of sleep.

“So, you’re going out of town for a few days?” I turned away from my desk to face my boss standing outside my office door. “Yes I am. It is a personal matter I need to attend to.” Seeing my boyfriend and celebrating his birthday with him. “I see. Well, enjoy it!” My boss just waved her hand as she walked off. I figured after she had left me, it was time to take my break. Today I decided to go out of the office building for my break and go take a walk in the city. I took out my phone and thought why not give Seonghwa a ring to discuss the “surprise”. “Hello, This is Mr. Park’s phone. May I ask who is calling?” Oh his assistant! “Hello, this is his acquaintance (y/n), is Seonghwa able to talk now?” “One moment please, (y/n).” I’m not sure why I felt odd after speaking with his assistant. “Hello, this is Seonghwa Park speaking.” “Hi, Hwa. It’s (y/n).” He sounded so formal and his voice was deeper than I remember. “Oh! (y/n), what’s up?” I take it back. His voice dropped as soon as he knew it was me and his casual tone came so smoothly. “I was on my break and I wanted to reach out to ask how things are gonna play out when I fly out tonight.” “Oh of course! I’m so sorry we haven’t said much, we’ve been avoiding the topic since Joong is around a lot. I believe Yunho will be retrieving you from the airport with Yeosang and Jongho, Wooyoung is in charge of keeping Hongjoong busy, while the rest of us set up the house for the party.” I mean it's a plan. It may not be the best idea to have Woo distract Joong, but it's their plan. I gotta trust them. “Okay, sounds good. I’m so nervous to fly out, but excited, don't worry!” He laughed and just reassured me that everything will go fine. “Thank you, Hwa. I gotta get back to work now, but I’ll contact you later!” “No, thank you (y/n). Talk to you soon.” He hung up soon after and speaking with him made me feel more comfortable leaving tonight.

The flight was so long, my ass hurts, I’m tired, I’m hungry. I got my luggage down from the overhead bin before following the rest of my flight off the plane. I walked through the airport to baggage claim admiring the airport like I do each time I visit. When I had made it to baggage claim and retrieved all my belongings, I noticed a few familiar faces making their way towards me. Jongho didn’t even give me the time to greet him before he snatched my bags from me to carry. “Thank you, Jongho.” All he did was nod and smile at me before he started making his way toward the exit of the airport. “I am so happy you are here (y/n)! Hongjoong will be so surprised to see you.” Yunho slung his arm around me and started to lead the way toward the exit. “I hope so. How is the party planning going?” “It’s gonna be a good one. He will enjoy becoming twenty-five.” Yeosang just smiled toward me. It sounds like this party is almost like a surprise for everyone going, not just the birthday boy.

Staying with Seonghwa before the big day means I get to see the party plans and where it’s gonna be held. When we arrived at Seonghwa's penthouse it was decorated with banners that read “Happy Birthday!” and “Hongjoong’s 25th Birthday”, San and Seonghwa were busy finalizing the details while I went to unpack some of my things into the bedroom Seonghwa was letting me stay in before I surprise Joong. Coming out into the main room, the boys were discussing how tomorrow is gonna be like, hopefully. “Okay, so tomorrow is gonna be an all day celebration for Joong. Wooyoung is with him tonight at his place and is gonna take him tomorrow to breakfast with Bumjoong. We are gonna pick up the food tomorrow afternoon and then by the time we get back it should be around the time they will arrive. We will then surprise him with you and boom! Happy and great birthday party for Hongjoong.” It made me laugh at how they described the plan. It will be a great day tomorrow for all of us.

When I woke up the next day, it was afternoon. The time difference really messed me up, I guess. I walked out into the main room and saw that only San and Yeosang remained here. “Where is everybody else?” I began making some coffee while talking to the boys sitting at the island. “They went to go pick up the food. You are running late.” San just nodded along with Yeosang’s words. I couldn’t believe it was so late. “Why didn’t you wake me up? I gotta get ready!” I quickly finished off what I could of my coffee before cleaning up my mess. “Before they left, Seonghwa told us to leave you be. He said you would be up in time.” “I’ll have to thank him then when he returns, but for now thank you to you two. I must get ready now so excuse me!” I ran off to my room to grab my toiletries before retreating into the bathroom to clean up.

“You clean up nice, (y/n).” Yunho teased me while I struggled to fix my appearance. “Haha, so do you.” They returned not long ago from retrieving the food for the party. Seonghwa was setting it up on the island buffet style with the help of Jongho. “Wooyoung texted they are on their way.” San read the message from his phone then moved to check decorations and everything was in perfect shape. “Alright. Everything is set, now we just wait.” Seonghwa dusted off his hands and hopped onto the couch. I joined everyone else around the couch to wait for Wooyoung and Hongjoong to arrive. I couldn’t lie, I was nervous, not telling him I was coming. I'm not sure if he is gonna be happy to see me. “Do you think he’ll be happy to see me?” All eyes turned to look at me. “Of course he will be. Why do you ask?” “Well I didn’t tell him I was coming so I don’t know if he will be happy.” “He won’t be upset. The person he loves coming to see him on his birthday. I’m pretty sure he will be more happy than other times you have visited.” Jongho rested his hand on my shoulder. “Seonghwa’s right. He has been wanting you to come visit or to go see you, but neither of you have the time off from your work to visit one another. He will be very happy that you are finally here with him.” Jongho has always been good with words. He has always been very straight forward so I can trust what he says and take it to heart.

Ding! Was it really time? Am I ready? We all scrambled to stand up and around ready to welcome them. The penthouse elevator door opens and we see the faces of the two we have been expecting. “SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY HONGJOONG!” The twenty-five year old stands in front of the door looking in shock, but also he has a smile on his face. The boys welcome him first and give him their appreciation, then leaving him and I to ourselves while they dig into the food. Hongjoong didn’t give me any time to say a word before he engulfed me in a hug. “I can’t believe you are here right now.” I smiled and wrapped my arms around him. “I got in yesterday, so I could be here to surprise you today.” When he pulled away, he led the both of us over toward the rest of the boys. “Did you all plan this as well?” I swear all of them were stuffing their faces when he asked so most just nodded. “I mean I knew something was up, but this is insane. I am so thankful to all of you.” Everyone cheered and clapped that their surprise worked. Wooyoung poured some drinks for everyone and cheered for Hongjoong’s birthday and that he also got his gallery. The night was filled with joy, we drank, ate, and enjoyed spending time with each other.

The party went late into the night, but we called it quits eventually. Hongjoong had asked me to go back to his place with him so we left together. While heading back to his place he asked his driver to stop at a place. “I wanna show you something, love.” He walked around to my side of the car and opened the door for me. I looked at the building we had arrived at and recognized it instantly. “Joong, is this the building we discussed last time I visited?” Last time I was visiting, I told him that if I could, one day I would wanna move here with him and own my own business inside this building. It has been empty for a long time, but to me it's a cute building that could be a popular place if taken care of properly. Now, it has a sign in the window that reads “Sold.” “I wanted to fly you out later and surprise you with this. I bought this for you, I wanted to ask you to move over here with me.” My feet were glued to the ground as I stared in shock at Hongjoong. I swear I didn’t know when my eyes started to tear up. “We talked about one day being together in one place so we can make our dreams come true together. I want to have my gallery down the road from you and your business, so I can come see your smile while I take a break. So, (y/n), I want to ask you, will you be with me?” I swear I gave him the tightest hug and began to let my happy tears fall. “Joong, I want nothing more than to be with you.”

a/n: i took so long to finish this i’m sorry. i’m not sure if the ending is great. i just wanted to finish it so i could get it posted. so, i hope this was good! thanks for getting this far :)))

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sunwarmed-ash · 2 days

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Heyoooo Happy Monday!

Did yall read last nights Sinful Sunday update? its here if you didn't get a chance yet!

I also got tagged by @lizzy0305 for WIP Wednesday Monday!

WIP MONDAY

Detroit Become Human, Hurt/Comfort, Sad Gavin Reed, HankCon established, previous Hankvin, eventual Hankconvin

My love language is misery: (Ch 3 preview)

It's silent in the car since Connor and Hank left the station to go check on Gavin. According to Detective Chen, the younger Detective had left work shortly after their ‘interaction’ outside the breakroom. Mentioning something about needing a change of clothes before walking out. Hank and Connor were quick to follow him out the doors and Connor’s earlier worry only compounded the longer they traveled. “To answer your question from earlier, about me and Gavin having a relationship. sorta.” “Sorta how?” Connor asks, needing to know everything to sort out a best course of action to help Gavin. Hank exhales through his nose and keeps his eyes forward out the windshield. “Before everything went to shit, and before me and Annie got together again. When we were both young and single, and fuckin’ everythin’ that moved… We hooked up, few times. But I thought- He never mentioned…” Hank huffs a little, struggling to find the right words, “I didn't think it was more than that… Always thought we were just playin’ but, what he said yesterday… haven't been able to get it out of my head since.” Connor analyzes Hank's increase in blood pressure and stress and places his hand on Hank’s knee in comfort. “What did he say?” Hank takes one hand off the steering wheel to squeeze it before returning his hand to its previous position on the wheel. “That I only want him when I can’t have him. Specifically, when I’m already with someone else. I don't know, I guess, now that I look back and think about it, I can see why he said it. I’ve never been very good at maintaining personal ‘relationships.’” “I don't know, I'd say this relationship is going quite well,” Connor smiles. It eases enough of the tension hanging in the car and Hank chuckles. “Yeah, I think that’s sorta the problem.” “He perceives me as a threat,” Connor interprets. “Big time.” “I see.” “We’ve always had a, complicated, relationship, Gav and I. But he's got some of his own additional demons on board. I think that might be what’s fucking him up now. Especially since uh, we aren't doing to much to hide our relationship at work.” “Yes, perhaps we have been playing a little ‘fast and loose’ with that line,” Connor agrees. “Mmm,” Hank agrees. A few moments of silence pass in the car and then Connor has to ask, “What happened to him?” Hank’s next exhale is obviously conflicted. “Can’t tell ya that, I’m afraid. Sorry Con. It's his business, nothing personal. I just wouldn't feel right.” “I understand,” Connor says, because he does. No unintended subtext. PTSD is something Connor is intimately familiar with now, and he wants to come across as non threatening as possible tonight. “Are there any general things I should be aware of? I don't want to unintentionally set off an attack.” “Just, follow my lead. And let him come to you. When he’s dissociating, he can’t always see what's going on in front of him.” More pieces slid into place for Connor with that confession. “Like this morning, in the breakroom.” “Yeah, exactly.” It’s quiet another moment and then Connor says, “He’s lucky to have someone like you Hank,” because he means it. Gavin doesn’t have a lot of friends at the DPD thanks to his almost 24/7 sour mood. And after today, he could probably use one. Hank scoffs a little disbelievingly at Connor’s praise but meets him in the middle with, “Yeah well, hopefully we can at least convince him to accept our help.”

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mha-cuties-pls · 9 months

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Jealous!bakugo nsfw pls?

A/N: Hey! Sorry I’ve been so MIA life is so crazy and I always be tryna find time to write but there’s too many situations where ppl can see my screen then I feel I like I can’t be as creatively nasty as I want LMAO but anyways ! A short lil nsfw for yall not v proofread bc I JUST wanted to post so bad hopefully I ain’t do too bad lmao

Pairing: Reader x Bakugo | Rating: M | words: 500ish | genre: smut

You cried out, placing your hands on the headboard in front of you to steady your body as Bakugo continued slamming into you harder than he ever had before. “Fu-Fu-Fuck, bab-by.” Every word came out between high pitched moans that you couldn’t help but release every time he shoved himself completely inside you; filling you up more than you thought you could handle. Not that you could move if you wanted to, though, with the death grip he had on your hips.

The noises you made only served to amp him up more, and he grabbed your neck from behind, choking you and straightening your back as he brought his face to your ear. “Call out my name, you fucking slut.” He spat, his grip tightening on your neck causing a deep moan to release from inside your chest. His rhythm never faltered, and he even began to fuck you harder; if that was even possible. “I want everyone to hear how you scream for me, baby.” He growled lowly in your ear, and the icy tone it carried sent a shiver down your spine.

Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes from the delicious sting of his hard length stretching you out. “Ba-kugohhh! Ah-,” you tried to slink forward to help your body adjust to his bruising thrusts and impossible girth, but he was holding you in place; forcing you to take it all. “oh-oh my god. Ba-” Every thrust he made caused a gasp or whimper to escape your lips, something Bakugou absolutely loved about fucking you.

Especially considering you two were in his dorm right now, and he was positive your screams were being heard by his neighbor through the wall.

The annoying memory of you cozying up to Todoroki and fawning over him, alongside all the other class 1-A girls earlier today, played briefly through Bakugous mind, causing the scowl on his face to grow even larger.

Gripping your ass almost painfully, he spanked you loudly before emitting a deep groan from his chest himself; he loved seeing your ass jiggle like that for him. “You like when I pound your pretty pussy baby?” He asked, earning an overly-eager nod from you that just served to inflate his ego even more. Staring down at you folded in front of him, he grabbed your hips and pulled you into one of his thrusts particularly hard, and the scream you let out because of it caused an evil smile to grow on his lips. His hips made another violent snap while his hands held you in place. “You like being my little fuck-doll?”

“Yes, daddy.” Your words were breathless and weak as you were lost in the feeling of him filling you up with such delicious ferocity. Turning your head back, you caught his predatory gaze, making him smirk; before slowing his pace down only for a second, and then thrusting back into you so hard you genuinely screamed.

Bakugo grinned wide hearing you scream so loud beneath him, and delivered another harsh blow to your butt before the sounds of his balls slapping violently against your wet pussy consumed the entire room. You tried to stifle your screams by shoving your face down into the mattress, but felt his hand immediately tangle in your hair and yank your head back up roughly, eliciting another loud yelp from you. “Don’t you dare hold back now, baby.” he hissed, mouth so close to your ear you could feel his breath. “Tell them you’re mine.” He let go suddenly, pushing your face down forward a bit while he positioned himself back on his knees above you again. Grabbing both your hips roughly, Bakugo pulled you into his thrust, the force and his girth delivering pleasure so good your mind went blank for a second; all you were able to think about was how nice it felt when he bottomed out in you.

“Bakugou!” You screamed, barely able to hold yourself up on your elbows,

His hands struck your ass again, and the loud sound bounced off the walls along with the sound of his skin smacking against yours with every thrust. “Again.” He hissed, delivering another harsh blow to your butt that was surely turning red at this point.

“Fuck!” You cried out, borderline sobbing from the overstimulation, “th-this is your p-pussy Bakugou.” Lost in the feeling of being so overpowered, your mind felt fuzzy and, you could have swore a bit of drool just dripped from your mouth onto the mattress.

After he delivered yet another loud slap onto your butt, you felt his hands snake around your neck from behind, pulling you closer to him while he choked you. You whimpered, now taking his impossible length even deeper as he held your airway tight and body rigidly beneath him.

“That’s it baby,” you heard him coo, and hearing him praise you like that made you smile and hum happily in response; you may have even giggled a little bit but you couldnt help it, you had never felt this before. You’d do anything to please him, and the thought of him using you however he wanted- there was nothing you found sexier.

He finally let go, shoving your face down into the bed briefly while he pushed himself back up, and returned to a steady pace.

You looked over your shoulder to see his red eyes glazed over as he stared at where he entered you, watching himself disappear as your tight, creamy pussy sucked him in.

His mouth hung open as his strokes became slow, and his eyes shifted intently from where he was looking, and back to your face, watching your expression contort each time when bottomed out inside you. Suddenly pulling your body onto his length by grabbing your hips, Bakugou pulled you against him, placing an arm across your stomach and chest to make sure your back was pressed flush against him; you began to squirm a bit as you let out small whimpers, the entirety of his length a bit too much for you to take in this position, but he made sure to hold you steady.

“Mmmmm,” he hummed, his lips brushing your ear, “such a good little girl for me.” Holding you in the same position, you felt each breath he took against your skin as he whispered, “you can take it for me, cant you baby?”

And of course, you nodded immediately, a whine escaping your lips as he pushed himself just a bit further.

“Anything for you, Katsuki.”

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urfavstargirl1 · 2 years

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cherry on top - Eddie munson x fem!reader

can be read as a solo one shot but exists as part 2 to chemistry

Summary: good girl!Y/N and Eddie continue working on their chemistry assignment the next day after school. things are going well but Eddie starts to get too close. It's one thing to talk about college or music but Y/N nearly draws the line at sex and drugs?

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A/N: this chapter sort of features a latina!reader, mainly just a few cultural references but for the most part is general. yall it got a little real writing this and i definitely tapped into my inner teenager this time around but hopefully it resonates with someone

cw: mentions of sex, mentions of drugs, cursing, angst, fluff, romance

“Let’s go,” Eddie swings the jingling keys in his hand. He sits up from the bench and ventures into the parking lot as Y/N follows. She clutches the straps of her backpack in her hands and looks around.

“Afraid someone will see us,” Eddie asks as he looks over his shoulder at her.

“What?”

“You look nervous,” he says as he slows his stride to walk next to her.

“I’m not,” Y/N lies. She’s not nervous to be seen with him, she’s nervous to be in a car with him. She’s especially nervous because up until today, she had never really spoken to Eddie or really had any one on one time with it.

But that’s not the only reason she’s nervous. She’s nervous because she’s never been alone in a car with a boy before, not like this at least. She’s been in cars with groups of people for volunteer events with the honor society, but that hardly even counts.

Y/N has to remind herself that he’s just giving her a ride home. It’s no more than a five minute drive away, and yet, the thought has Y/N’s nerves on red alert.

Y/N sees a bulky and scratched up van at the far corner of the parking lot and instantly identifies it as the old yet lovable van Eddie described. Eddie leads her to the passenger side and opens the door for her. Y/N looks at him quizzically before shaking her head and thanking him. He slaps the van door shut and walks off to the other side, hair bouncing in his stride. He climbs into the driver's seat and feels around the car floor between their seats.

“Listen Y/N, I only have one rule when it comes to the van okay?” He swirls his body around the seat and uses his hand to search the floor beneath the back seat. Y/N’s throat dries as she sees Eddie’s neck crane. As his long locks remain tucked behind his shoulder, the view of the bare skin and protruding vein of his neck mock her.

“Oh?”

“And that rule is that while I’m in the driver's seat, I get to pick the music.”

“Oh, sure,” Y/N shrugs meekly.

“Aha! Here it is,” he grins and his eyes move from the tape in his hand to Y/N’s eyes.

“Now this, this is real music,” he says with a glint in his eye as he inserts the tape into the deck. He puts the key in the ignition and starts the car. It sputters for a bit before the engine roars to life.

“It’s a good day if she’s sounding like this,” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at Y/N before backing out of the parking space. Y/N nods and pulls the backpack in her lap closer to her chest.

“You can put that on the floor if you want.”

“Um, it’s ok, I’m fine like this,” Y/N softly replies and looks out the window.

“Okay… Well, while we’re partners for this assignment, you’re probably gonna have a lot to teach me about chemistry so I figure I’ll return the favor and teach you about heavy metal. What do you say, huh? Are you ready for a rock education, a rock-ification if you will?”

“Huh?” Eddie’s train of thought takes Y/N for a spin. She lands on the thought that it makes no sense how Eddie can be so edgy and so much of a dork all at the same time.

“I imagine you’re probably up in your bedroom studying to Beethoven and what not, so you’ve probably never heard of this band before but this is Black Sabbath.”

“I’ve heard of Black Sabbath, Eddie.”

Eddie’s eyes widen and he looks over at Y/N briefly before turning his eyes back on the road.

“You can make a right here.” Y/N points with her index finger at the light they’re approaching.

“You know Black Sabbath?”

“Sure, I mean, they’re not exactly a new band. They’re pretty famous.”

He looks quizzically at Y/N from the corner of his eye. “Still, I didn’t think you would.”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “Of course you would think that. You know, for someone who’s quick to be judged by others, I’m surprised how quick you are to judge me. And newsflash, I don’t have to listen to an artist’s music to know they exist, Eddie.”

Eddie bites his tongue for a moment. Even though they hardly know each other, he shouldn’t be surprised that Y/N’s heard things about him. He hopes she doesn’t believe half the things people have to say about him. And yet, she speaks as though she doesn’t. Like she would rather get to know you first and then make a fair judgment.

“Fair enough.” Eddie clicks his tongue. “So what kind of stuff do you listen to?”

“You can make a left on Deer Street,” Y/N instructs. “Um, I like a lot of different artists. I like Whitney Houston, Tears for Fears, Prince, The Cure, Michael Jackson, Queen, stuff like that.”

“Ehh, I guess I can work with that,” Eddie says reluctantly while tilting his hand back and forth.

“Is Black Sabbath all you listen to?” Y/N asks innocently.

“No. I also like Ozzy Osbourne who was actually a member of Black Sabbath at one point but I’d say his solo career counts. I also like Metallica too. Honestly anything heavy metal or rock is good in my book.”

Y/N nods and as one song transitions to the next, Y/N instantly recognizes the chord progression and straightens her posture. “Wait, I do know this song.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what it’s called but I’ve definitely heard it before.” Eddie rolls to a stoplight and he looks over at Y/N.

“Where have you heard Iron Man by Black Sabbath?” His tongue swipes across his bottom lip. Y/N’s attention is drawn to the red plushness of his mouth and forces herself to move her gaze back to his eyes.

“Um,” Y/N squirms under his intense gaze. “I’m pretty sure from my dad’s garage.”

Eddie jerks his head when the car behind him honks. He turns his attention back to the road and drives.

Eddie is silent for another moment and the track moves on to the next.

“Your dad listens to metal music and you don’t? How can that be? I don’t know where I’d be if I hadn’t gotten my love of music from my old man.”

“I don’t know! It’s fine, I guess. I just like other stuff more. Take a right here.” Y/N watches his dexterous ring clad fingers swirl around the steering wheel and gulps.

“Keep hanging round me and I promise you’ll be a full blown metal head, like throw your panties on stage at a Metallica concert metalhead.”

“Eddie,” Y/N squeals and widens her eyes. She brings her palms to cover her face and Eddie catches a patch of red forming along her neck.

“What? Goody two-shoes Y/N isn’t throwing her panties on stage for anyone?”

“Ugh! One, you’re crude, and two, there’s no way I’m ever doing that. And if somehow I did get possessed by some supernatural entity that takes over my judgment and makes me throw my… undergarments on stage for someone it definitely wouldn’t be for Metallica. Luis Miguel maybe, but–”

“Luis Miguel? Who the hell is that?”

“He’s only the hottest man alive,” Y/N gushes and Eddie furrows his eyebrows.

“Sorry,” Y/N giggles, “He’s a famous Mexican pop star. Keep going straight after the stop sign.”

“Why haven’t I ever heard of him before?”

“Probably because they only play his music on the Spanish radio stations. But knowing you, even if they did play him on the English stations I doubt you’d find him that way.”

“Hm. Do you have any of his tapes?”

“Sure, but they’re at home.”

“Ok well bring one tomorrow and I’ll let you listen to him.”

Y/N quirks an eyebrow at him. “You’ll let me listen to him? Wow, I feel so special.”

“You should! I don’t even let Dustin play his Oingo Boingo crap in here.”

“Dustin… that freshman you hang out with?”

“Yes, the freshman I hang out with. Don’t say that like it’s a bad thing. I’m telling you, those kids give me hope for the next generation of Hawkins.”

“Whatever,” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“I’m serious though. Bring your tape and I’ll give him a listen.”

“I don’t think you’ll like him. His stuff is pretty pop-y and it’s all in Spanish.”

“Maybe that’ll make it more tolerable than the stuff that’s in English.”

Y/N gives him a skeptical look.

“Just humor me Y/N, I’m curious.”

“If you say so,” Y/N huffs as she gathers her backpack.

“My house is on the left, the one with the white car.” Eddie continues to drive past her house then pulls into her neighbors driveway to make a U-turn.

“So let’s go over the plan for tomorrow.” Y/N says as he parks the van. Eddie groans.

“C’mon, we’ll need a plan of attack.”

“Okay, whaddya got?” Eddie says as he moves the gear shift to park.

“I was thinking we could meet right after school. I’m not sure where we should go to study though. The library is obviously off limits and in all honesty, so is my house.”

“No offense, but,” Eddie scans his eyes over the two story colonial, “Your house seems pretty fine to me.”

“Um, It’s not that. It’s just…It’s my parents, actually. I’m not allowed to have any boys over.” Y/N chews her lip nervously. Eddie tries to brush aside the thought that the nervous look on her face makes her look so undeniably hot.

“Not even for some innocent studying? It’s not like I’m asking to be locked alone with you in your bedroom.” Y/N eyes widen and cheeks redden at his words.

“What?” Eddie raises his eyebrows innocently.

Y/N viciously shakes her head. “You don’t understand Eddie. My parents won’t allow it, no exceptions. You could be my bestfriends boyfriend coming to pick her up at a birthday party where its only other girls and my parents would still blow up about it.”

“Wait, that was too specific. Did that actually happen?” Eddie stifles a laugh.

“Yes! Well, not to me, but to my older sister, yeah. My parents gave it to her something awful that night, while the party was still going on! Everybody went home right after that, but still. No boy can be worth that wrath.”

Eddie is shocked to hear this. He doesn’t have any sisters or female friends, but he’s seen tv shows and movies with daughters and their over protective dads. He didn’t think that sort of thing actually happened. What’s even more shocking is just how much Y/N is willing to live within the confines of that outrageous rule. It’s obvious she wouldn’t even think of going behind their back, for anything. She’s content with compliance. It’s the opposite of everything he’s ever lived by.

“Your parents are really strict. My uncle could care less about what I do, as long as I make it home alive and not in jail.”

Y/N almost wants to say he’s lucky, but she bites her tongue. Eddie’s lucky that his family isn’t strict, but based on the things she's heard about him, she doubts he’s lucky in a lot of other aspects. The thought tugs on her heart strings a bit.

“Yeah, um… It must be nice not having to worry so much.” Eddie shrugs.

“Well anyway, the point still stands that I don’t know where else in town we can go to get some proper studying done.”

“We could go to Frankie’s,” Eddie’s eyebrows raise.

“Frankie’s?”

“Yeah! You know, the diner on Main Street.”

“Oh yeah… we could do that. I’ll have to be home by 7:00 though, so that should give us a few hours to get things done.”

“Your curfew is 7:00? Why so early?”

“It’s a school night? What do you mean?”

“I mean it just seems kind of early, even for a school night.”

“Well, that’s when my family has dinner,” Y/N shrugs nonchalantly.

He jerks his head back slightly. Is her family the Brady Bunch? “You have dinner with your family?”

“Yeah? You say that like it’s a weird thing.” She looks at him skeptically.

“Well, it is weird, to me at least. Back home, it’s just me and my uncle. He works nights at the plant so uh, I don't really have anyone waiting up on me.”

“Oh,” is all Y/N says but she really wishes she could say more. She wishes she could tell him that the thought of him eating alone every night makes her feel sad. She almost feels compelled to invite him over for dinner but could never bring herself to actually do it. Not only do they not know each other well enough to be doing that sort of thing, but bringing a boy home is just out of the question. Maybe in another life.

Her eyes lower and she peers back up at Eddie, leaning over her seat. Eddie leans over his own seat to look into Y/N’s eyes.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Okay?”

“Okay,” Eddie softly whispers, the silence in his van deafening.

Y/N climbs out of the van and speed walks to her front door. She looks over her shoulder and sees Eddie still parked, waiting for her to enter the home. She painfully smiles and unlocks the door. She opens it and walks through. When she looks through the living room window, his van is already long gone. She sighs in exasperation.

Y/N walks into the kitchen and sees her older sister and mother shuffling around the small space.

“Y/N, you’re home,” her mother greets. She walks over and gives Y/N a hug and kiss.

“Hey mom,” Y/N says with a smile. She greets her sister and walks over to the pantry.

“No snacks, Y/N. Dinner’s almost ready and your father should be here any minute now,” her mom declares as she glances at the watch on her wrist.

“Okay,” Y/N responds glumly.

“How did your studying go?” Y/N’s mom asks. During lunch, Y/N made a call to her mom on the school’s pay phone letting her know she’d be out late.

“It was good.”

“And this is for which class?”

“Chemistry,” Y/N answers and her mom nods.

“The assignment is due on Friday so we’ll probably be meeting for the rest of the week to get it done.”

“That’s fine, just remember to be home by seven okay?”

“Okay,” Y/N nods and her sister smirks and raises her eyebrows. Y/N hopes she doesn’t suspect anything but the conversation they have after dinner confirms otherwise.

“Who is it?”

“Who’s who?”

“The boy you’re sneaking off to see?”

“What?”

“Don’t act dumb. I saw him drop you off. You’re lucky mom didn’t see.”

Y/N shakes her head. “It’s not like that. He’s just my partner for this assignment.”

“Whatever you say Y/N,” her sister walks away nonchalantly.

Y/N isn’t doing anything bad, but she can’t help the guilty feeling that pangs in her chest. She'll need to be careful hanging around Eddie. She’s used to hiding things from her parents. Like how she loves to draw or that she likes the way she looks in red lipstick. There’s certain things in this world that they’ll never need to know about her, and Eddie Munson is now one of them.

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“He should’ve been here fifteen minutes ago,” Y/N huffs worriedly as she looks up from her watch to the view of Eddie strutting his way over along with the other members of the Hellfire club. He smiles and says something to them before walking in Y/N’s direction. The other boys cast their gaze from Eddie to Y/N and it makes her want to crawl out of skin.

“Hey Y/N,” he smirks and flickers his eyes up and down her body. “How’s my smarty pants doing today?”

Y/N didn’t expect it, but she had been looking forward to seeing Eddie today, that is until he disrespected her perfectly crafted schedule.

“You’re late,” Y/N scowls at him. “Let’s go.”

Y/N storms off and paces quickly to Eddie’s van, which to her luck is parked in the same spot it was the day before.

Eddie jogs to catch up with her. “Wait, Y/N. Relax. I’m here now aren’t I?”

“Eddie, the later you show up, the less time we have to work on this. You know I have an early curfew.”

“Like I said, I’m here now.”

“I don’t care. We agreed on 4:00 not 4:15. It’s called making a commitment Eddie.”

“C’mon it was just a few minutes. We’ll still have plenty of time.”

Y/N swiftly turns around and plants her feet on the ground. Eddie almost bumps into her but stops just a few inches away.

“You wasted my time Eddie and I didn’t like that very much. It was very inconsiderate of you to make me wait like that when we both agreed to meet at 4:00. Don’t ever make me wait again.”

Y/N spins on her heel and walks to the passenger side and climbs in the van, leaving Eddie stunned. The sound of her slamming the door shut brings Eddie back to earth and he rushes over to the driver’s side. Y/N huffs as she roughly puts on her seatbelt and slumps in the seat.

It all happened so fast, but Eddie couldn’t ignore the strange feeling he got when Y/N commanded him like that. Why was her strong tone and the assertive look on her face so attractive?

Eddie climbs in the van and puts on his seatbelt. He puts the key in the ignition and starts the car. Y/N runs a hand through her hair and leans her head against the headrest.

“Do you have that Luis Miguel tape?”

She turns to face him without moving her head from the headrest and looks at him with confusion.

“Do you have the tape I told you to bring? You know, that Mexican pop singer you like?”

Y/N blinks in confusion. “You were serious about that?”

“I may not take a lot of things seriously, but music is one of the few things I do.” Eddie explains as he looks around for a tape on the van floor.

“Oh, I didn’t bring it. I didn’t think you actually meant it.”

“Of course I meant it.”

Y/N shakes her head and frowns. She genuinely didn’t think Eddie cared, but knowing that he does, makes her heart feel heavy.

“That’s alright, we’ll just continue our rock-ification,” Eddie declares, hoping it would make Y/N laugh. Y/N only exhales as she leans her arm on the armrest and rests her chin in her palm and stares out the window. Eddie retrieves a random tape among the collection of scattered tapes on his van floor and puts it into the deck. When the music starts playing, it blares at the normal volume he keeps it at, but he lowers the volume out of consideration for Y/N.

Eddie pulls out of the parking lot and heads towards the diner. Y/N’s position hasn’t changed and he starts to get worried.

“Hey, Y/N,” he briefly looks over at her before returning his focus to the road, “I'm sorry for being late. I just caught up with some of the Hellfire guys, you know?”

“It’s whatever,” Y/N glumly responds, barely moving her mouth.

A moment passes and a silence falls on them. It makes Eddie uncomfortable and concerned for Y/N.

“You okay? You seem a little more than just pissed off at me for being late.”

“Just got a lot on my mind I guess.” Y/N mumbles.

Eddie reaches a stop light and presses on the break. He looks at her with concern and confusion. He doesn't talk to girls very often, especially not when they're in a state like this. He’s in uncharted territory but attempts to tread lightly.

“Do you, um… want to talk about it?”

“Not really,” Y/N replies and he sighs in relief. Eddie figures they can make it to the diner in silence and once they’re eating something there, she’ll feel better.

His theory proves true when they make it to Frankie’s and sit in a booth in the farthest corner of the place. When the waitress gives them their menus, Y/N’s eyes light up as she scans it. When the waitress comes by to take their orders, Eddie orders a vanilla milkshake first and Y/N looks at him puzzled before ordering a chocolate milkshake.

“So you’re a vanilla guy?” She asks once the waitress leaves.

“Huh?”

“You’re a vanilla guy. You ordered a vanilla milkshake.” Y/N declares as she starts pulling her notebooks and pencils from her backpack.

“Trust me sweetheart, I may have ordered a vanilla milkshake but I’m far from vanilla.” Eddie’s sexual innuendo goes over her head and she continues to press the topic.

“I don’t know, I just feel like the last thing I would’ve expected you to want is a vanilla milkshake. You seem more like a strawberry guy at least.”

“Well my friend, all I can say is to expect the unexpected,” Eddie shrugs and Y/N quirks her eyebrow before turning her concentration to their assignment. They’re both able to work in silence and pure focus for a good ten minutes until the waitress brings out their drinks.

Y/N smiles at the glass before her and it feels like a victory for Eddie. In the same moment, Eddie and Y/N each take a sip of their drinks, but Y/N looks up at Eddie first. She sees his eyelids closed and admires the way his eyelashes frame each lid. When he feels her looking at him, he peers up at her through the long lashes and it makes Y/N almost choke on her drink.

She covers it up by clearing her throat and asks, “How’s your drink Mr. Vanilla.”

“You tell me,” he says, pushing the glass across the table. She looks from the drink to Eddie and back to the drink. She takes the straw out of her own drink and holds it in midair when Eddie shouts, “What’re you doing?”

“I’m trying your drink?”

“Don’t use your straw, you weirdo! It’ll mix the flavors. Just drink from mine.”

The thought hadn’t even occurred to her. Somehow it feels extremely intimate to be putting her mouth in a place where Eddie’s once was.

“What? You afraid you’re gonna get my cooties?”

“Ugh,” Y/N cringes and bites the bullet. She takes a sip and shrugs.

“It’s alright. Not as good as mine though.”

Eddie grabs her drink before she can even realize and takes a sip. He groans and slowly unravels his puckered lips from the straw. The sight and sound are enough to make Y/N’s mouth water.

“That’s so good. I might start converting to chocolate,” Eddie nods and moves Y/N’s glass closer to her.

“Ha ha, yeah,” Y/N forcefully replies, thanking the universe he can’t hear her thoughts or loudly beating heart.

Eddie takes the cherry on top of his milkshake and tilts his head back. He dangles the cherry above his mouth. His tongue slightly sticks out and he slowly wraps his lips around the juicy red fruit, pulling it from its stem.

Y/N swears he’s doing this on purpose. He’s putting on a show. Is he doing it to entertain her or entice her? Quite possibly. But more than anything, she knows he does it to see if it has an effect on her. To see if it makes her squirm in the best way possible. She won’t give him the satisfaction.

She looks down at the cherry atop her own milkshake and offers it to him.

“Do you want mine?” Y/N asks aloofly as she scoops out the cherry with her spoon and holds it out to him.

“You askin’ me if I want your cherry?” He teases with a quirked eyebrow and extremely direct eye contact.

“Don’t be weird about it Munson,” she responds in annoyance as she avoids his gaze and transfers the cherry to his glass.

The two return to working on their assignment. There’s a few periods of actual concentration and progress punctuated by the occasional question or thought from Eddie.

“Do you think a hurricane would ever come to Hawkins?” Eddie asks.

Without looking up from her paper, Y/N responds with a simple, “No.”

“Why not? You never know what could happen.”

“Actually we do know. Hurricanes can only happen in coastal areas. The only thing Hawkins is on the coast of is suburban boredom and everlasting cornfields.”

Y/N’s annoyed remark brings a bubble of laughter to Eddie’s body. The sound is sweet yet foreign to Y/N’s ears. Her cheeks heat at the realization that her snarky comment made him laugh.

“You know you’re secretly funny,” he comments with subtle adoration as he brings his jean jacket clad arms to rest against the table.

“Yeah? And you’re, not so secretly, annoying. Now let’s get back to work.”

Eddie is prepared to say something sarcastic back but Y/N’s attention is laser focused on the paper before her. He takes in the sight of her: A studious girl in her natural environment. Tendrils of hair sneak out of her pulled back bun. She has papers, pencils, and folders scattered about. His attention is caught on a folder with a title written in marker that says, “College Applications”. He wonders what colleges she’s applying to or what she’d want to study. He almost asks her but looks at her and sees how focused she is. It’s surprisingly adorable to him.

He decides to turn his own attention to the assignment at hand. He has a good feeling he’ll have plenty of time to learn these things about her later. A good 20-30 minutes passes without interruption when Eddie’s thoughts begin to trail off again.

“Why do I have to learn about atoms and molecules?”

“Huh?” Y/N zones out of her lazer focus.

“It just seems so unimportant in the grand scheme of things. There’s so many problems in the world, chemicals seem like the least of my worries”

“Well, that doesn’t make them not important Eddie. There’s a lot of applications of chemistry to real life. Just think of it like this, people have to understand atoms and molecules in order to make the guitars your favorite musicians play or all the pyrotechnics and stage effects at their concerts.”

“Yeah, but they can worry about that. Why should I?” Eddie replies, dazed at the thought.

“Hm, maybe that wasn’t a good example. Try thinking of it like this. There’s a lot of chemistry involved in your inventory.”

Eddie quirks an eyebrow.

“I may not be a customer, but word gets around Munson.”

“Fair enough,” Eddie nods his head to the side.

“Anyways, even though you’re not the one making it, the slightest change in a compound's chemical makeup can alter the substance itself and thereby the effect it has on the person using it.”

“Huh?”

“Hm, how can I put this? Imagine you’re learning how to play a song on the guitar. You see the sheet music, read the notes and play it on the guitar. Well what if you changed one note or a few notes. You change an a-chord to a c-chord or an eighth note to a quarter note. Something random and seemingly miniscule. Is it still the same song?”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Wait, how do you know so much about music?”

“I know a lot about a lot of things, Munson. But back to my question-”

“Answer mine first.” Eddie holds Y/N’s gaze with a severity she’s never seen before. He really is passionate about music. Y/N almost deflects his questions, but can tell he wants to know more than anything.

“I, uh, used to play the piano.”

“Do you still play?”

“No. I only learned for a few years in middle school”

Eddie contemplates her answer. He’s gonna put this out there and it’s a long shot she’ll even accept, but he won’t know until he tries. “If you ever want to learn how to play the guitar, I can teach you.”

“Sure,” she shrugs, “Back to what I was saying, if you changed a single or couple of notes, would it be the same song?”

It’s not a denial but it’s not a complete acceptance either. It’s a start though. And before Eddie can even start daydreaming about what it would be like to wrap his arms around Y/N as he helps her pluck the strings on one of his guitars, she snaps him out of it.

“Eddie.”

“Huh?”

“Did you even hear me?”

“Yeas,” he lies.

“Ok, what did I say?”

“Something about chemistry?” He smiles tryingly.

“Eddie!”

“I’m kidding Y/N, relax. And to answer your question, no they’re not the same songs. You can hear the difference in that one note change.”

Y/N looks up and beams, instantly forgetting her frustration. “Exactly!”

“And sometimes in chemistry, that one minor note change, so to speak, can make a really big difference. Just look at coal and a diamond. Chemically they’re nearly identical, but physically, they couldn’t be more different,” Y/N explains, pointing to an open page in her textbook showing the chemical formulas and pictures for coal and diamonds.

“Holy shit that’s trippy,” Eddie’s eyebrows raise.

“See, it’s not all boring.”

“Not if you have the right teacher,” Eddie winks up at her and Y/N forces a smile while shaking her head.

‘I’m just the messenger,” she downplays his compliment as she looks down and flips through the pages of her textbook, more as a distraction than to actually turn to a specific page.

“You really like this stuff, huh?”

“What?”

“Your eyes light up when you talk about it. Probably the same way mine light up when I talk about music.”

“Um, I’m sure that’s not true,” Y/N shyly tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

Y/N likes chemistry but it’s not her true passion; that would be civil engineering. At least that’s what the Big Book of College Majors tells her. She likes math and drawing so that narrows her prospects to architecture and civil engineering. She feels like it’s too dorky or weird to talk about it with others, so she just plays it off or lies that she’ll be studying economics. No one ever asks questions if you’re an economics major.

“You don’t have to be ashamed, Y/N. I think it’s cool.”

“Well, you’d be one in a million,” Y/N teases.

“I’m okay with those odds,” Eddie proudly says. Y/N avoids his magnetizing eyes and shuffles through the papers on the table.

“Is that what you want to study? In college?” Y/N stops in her tracks and slowly looks up at him. She moves her tongue to the side of her mouth and bites it. She shakes her head and looks away toward the drafts of college essays taunting her from their place in the folder next to her left arm. They’re due in a couple of months and everyday they’re a reminder that gnaws at her brain.

“What do you want to study”

“Um, it’s okay we don’t have to talk about it.” Y/N shyly shakes her head.

“Why not?”

“It’s… nerdy.”

“Have you met me? I’m a nineteen year old playing Dungeons and Dragons all day with fourteen year olds, I invented nerdy,” Eddie replies and it makes Y/N full on belly laugh. It shouldn’t have, but the way he said it was undeniably funny.

“You shouldn’t put yourself down like that.”

“That’s not important. What’s important is that I want to know what you’re passionate about,” Eddie says as he looks at her wide-eyed. It’s at this moment that Y/N realizes he’s not just asking her something just because it’s the cordial thing to do or because it’s something about her anyone should know. He’s asking because he genuinely wants to know what it is she likes, what it is that speaks to her heart.

“I… I’m going to be majoring in civil engineering,” Y/N wrinkles her nose as the admission.

“Why do you say it like that? You could be the next Iron Man, or Iron Woman.”

“What?” Y/N shakes her head in confusion.

“You know, Iron Man? Classic American superhero who’s also an engineer? You don’t know about him?”

“Um, not really,” Y/N grumbles.

“God Y/N there’s so many things I need to teach you,” Eddie throws his hands up and Y/N forces herself not to smile at his flustered movements. She also forces herself not to let her thoughts wander to other things Eddie could teach her.

“We can do that later. Let’s just focus on getting this assignment done first, okay?”

“Sure,” Eddie nods.

Around 6:00, the waitress stops by and places a single check in front of Eddie.

Y/N scrambles to search for the wallet in her backpack. By the time she takes it out, Eddie has already put enough cash to cover the bill inside the slot.

“How much was my shake?” Y/N asks as she flips through the dollar bills in her wallet.

“Don’t worry about it,” Eddie says nonchalantly and Y/N freezes and looks up at him. She cocks her head to the side.

“No seriously. Let me see,” she reaches for the check and Eddie grabs it and raises his arm.

“Eddie.”

“Y/N.”

“Eddie, just let me pay for my drink.”

“No.”

“No?”

“It’s my treat.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes it is,” Eddie smugly grins at Y/N who’s eyes narrow. “Consider it your lucky day.”

“Eddie, seriously. It’s not a big deal.”

“Exactly, it’s not a big deal. The cost of your milkshake isn’t exactly breaking the bank sweetheart.”

“Eddie.”

“Y/N, let me pay for your goddamn chocolate shake.”

Y/N breathes out through her nose. “Fine. Next time we come here, drinks are on me.”

“Sure they are,” Eddie says as he places the check back on the table.

“I’m serious.”

“Oh, I know you are,” Eddie taunts.

The waitress comes by to pick up the money and while they wait for her to bring Eddie’s change, Y/N reviews their progress.

“I’d say today was pretty productive, wouldn’t you?”

“Beats being in the library.”

Y/N looks at her watch and marvels at the time.“We even have some time to spare.”

“Cool.”

“So, about tomorrow, I’m going to need a raincheck for Thursday. On Wednesday’s I have a meeting with the honor society and a tutoring session after school.”

“You’re in tutoring?” Eddie asks incredulously.

Y/N laughs and says, “No, silly. I’m the tutor. I help Ms. Callaghan with the juniors in algebra two.”

“God, I hate algebra two.”

“What? I loved algebra two, it was so much fun. ”

“Fun? You think math is fun? And people have the nerve to call me a freak?”

“Calm down, Munson. Math is fun. It’s like solving a puzzle.”

“Even worse,” he shudders. “Anyway, tomorrow’s no good for me either. Got a massive campaign with the Hellfire club.”

“Okay,” Y/N nods and pens something in her planner.

Eddie leans over to see what she’s writing down. “You’re real Type A, huh?”

“What?” Y/N looks up from her notes and leans back from his close proximity.

He gestures towards the planner and pen in her hand. “You’re a straight-A student who’s always gotta be on time, you’re super organized, and you even have a math fetish.”

“Oh my god Eddie! Are you insane? All I said was that math is fun. I highly doubt that makes it a,” she looks around before she whispers her next word, “fetish.”

“I don’t know Y/N,” Eddie says in a sing-song way. “Lot’s of people’s fetishes are for things they think are fun.”

“I-I don’t even know what to say to that,” Y/N stutters as she shakes her head. Eddie smiles at the splotches of red coating her cheeks and the tips of her ears. He can see the gears turning in her head at the thought of his words.

The waitress brings back the change and Eddie pockets it. Y/N puts the rest of her belongings in her bag and looks at Eddie who shoves the loose leaf pieces of paper into his.

“You ready?” He asks calmly, casually, as if going to get milkshakes and study at the local dinner is something they do often.

Y/N nods and they slide out of the booth. When they reach the exit, Y/N keeps walking to the van but Eddie calls out her name to stop her.

“We still have some time before you have to go home right?”

Y/N looks at her watch and it's 6:23. “Yeah.”

“What do you say to a celebratory smoke?” Eddie asks, but it’s a rhetorical question because he’s already pulled out a carton of cigarettes from his jean jacket pocket and a lighter has miraculously appeared in his other hand. He lights up and takes a puff before Y/N can say anything. She freezes a good couple of feet away from his body that’s leaned effortlessly against the wall of the red-brick building.

He takes another drag and then offers it to her. She looks from the cigarette to him, a confused look on her face.

“Want some?”

“Eddie, are you crazy? If I go home smelling like cigarette smoke, my parents are going to kill me.”

“Relax, Y/N you’re not going to go home smelling like cigarette smoke.”

He takes another drag and exhales the smoke, making Y/N cough.

“Yes I will. Look I’m just gonna wait in the van while you finish up and pray to God my parents don’t say anything when I get home.”

Y/N holds out her hand for Eddie to give her the keys, but he decides to forfeit altogether. He shakes her hand away and puts the cigarette out. When he stomps on the cigarette, the chain hanging from the belt loops of his pants jingles slightly.

“Fine, we won’t do that, but can we at least drive around a bit?” Eddie asks as he makes his way over to the van. The two get inside the car and Eddie starts it.

“Why?”

“I don’t want to go home yet.” Eddie says casually, but Y/N picks up on what he doesn’t say. That he’d rather be out anywhere else than at his house. The thought weighs on Y/N but she tries to let it go.

“Fine, but remember I have to be home by-”

“7:00, I know,” Eddie replies as he puts in a tape.

“So tell me smarty-pants, you don’t smoke weed or cigarettes,” Eddie places a hand on Y/N’s headrest and looks over his shoulder as he backs out of the parking spot. The combination of that and his newfound nickname for her makes a pool of heat settle in Y/N’s stomach. “Tell me you at least drink.”

“Not that it matters, but um, yes I have.”

“Really?” He looks over at her and smiles. “Care to explain?”

Now, Y/N doesn’t owe Eddie an explanation for anything, but something inside her wants to. She likes that he wants to know her, that he tries to understand her. Despite not having known him long, she feels comfortable around him even though she doesn’t really know why.

“Um, sometimes at family parties, late at night when all our aunts and uncles are drunk, they’ll let my cousins and I take a tequila shot with them. It tastse horrible, even with the lime and salt, but it’s kind of fun to do it with them.”

“That’s badass,” Eddie riles as he looks over at Y/N with a sensational grin and she shrugs, playing off the happiness she feels at his perception of her. “Have you ever been drunk before?”

“No.”

“Not even tipsy?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. I guess it just hasn’t happened yet. Alcohol tastes terrible so there’s not really an incentive for me to drink enough of it to be intoxicated.”

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow in concentration and he remains silent for a moment. It’s simultaneously sexy and annoying when she speaks so formally like that. Eddie thinks, would it kill her to just say I don’t like drinking enough to get drunk?

“What?” Y/N breaks the silence.

“Yeah but everyone hates the taste of alcohol at first. Then you get used to it and it starts to get fun.”

“I don’t think drinking or doing any kind of drug could ever be fun, for me.”

Eddie’s in shock at her words. Who their age talks like that? Is she a walking D.A.R.E campaign?

“Are you being serious?”

“Yes!”

Eddie pauses for a moment before saying, “I just have a hard time understanding how someone could not like any type of smoking or drinking”

“We exist, okay? God, you make it sound like it’s the worst thing ever. You know, if there were more people like me, the world would probably be a much better place,” Y/N replies defensively.

Eddie contemplates her words for a moment. The light he approaches turns red and he presses his foot on the brake pedal. He runs a hand through his hair and the sound of his denim jacket rustling can be heard. The silence eats at Y/N and she’s worried her words might have insulted him. She only meant to defend herself, not to offend him. She opens her mouth to say something when Eddie beats her to it.

“Just, tell me this. Do you genuinely not like it? Or are you just afraid of what your parents would say?”

Y/N’s caught completely off guard at his question. She looks outside the window and tries to regain her composure by concentrating on the rush of buildings they pass.

Eddie’s words hit her right in the chest, so hard it almost hurts. He’s right, but he shouldn’t be. How could he have made that connection so quickly? Even before she had? Is she that easy to figure out? Is she that pathetic that others can see it so vividly when all she can do is unconsciously turn a blind eye to it?

Y/N can feel her eyes start to water and heat spread through her chest. She reaches into an ever diminishing reservoir of strength to fight the tears threatening to form at her eyes.

She should not be reacting this way. She shouldn’t be feeling so triggered over such a small observation. And yet, this small observation is one that has defined her entire life. There’s so many things she’s never done or would even think to do in fear of their repercussions. And for someone like Eddie who’s probably never lived this way to see this quality in her makes her feel pathetic.

“Maybe a bit of both?” he softly asks as he looks over at her when they reach another stoplight. Y/N nods and looks into her lap. Eddie senses her discomfort and opens his mouth to say something reassuring.

“There’s also another reason too,” she says softly before he can say anything.

“Yeah?” Eddie replies softly, sensing her apprehension.

“Yeah…Even if I did like it, or even if I didn’t care what my parents thought, one of the biggest reasons I avoid that stuff is because… I’m afraid.”

“What are you afraid of?”

Y/N looks up and sees the last of the sun’s light as it sets beyond the trees in the horizon. It leaves trails of hot bright orange and crimson streaks in the sky. It reminds her of the way her cheeks feel in this moment when she feel’s uncovered, almost naked in front of him.

It’s easy to lie to your friends or your family that you don’t smoke or drink because you don’t want to get caught or because you don’t like it or some other plausible excuse. But it’s harder to tell people that you’re afraid of what it might do to you. Of how it might change you.

It’s not that big of a deal to most people, but Y/N can’t change the fact that it is to her. It’s hard for her not to take things so seriously. For everyone else, smoking or drinking comes easily to them, but for her, it’s really difficult.

“I just…Even though it seems like everyone does it and it's celebrated by society as this thing we all naturally want to do, I don’t. It’s temporary fun for the moment, but after the fact? I see the effect it has on people and… And I don’t want to subject myself to that.”

“What do you mean?” Eddie asks in confusion.

“When people are drunk or high, they feel good but they… they also lose all sense of control and I couldn’t bear to do that to myself. I couldn’t stand the idea of having no control over my thoughts or my words or my actions. And just imagine what would happen if I was surrounded by the wrong people or in an unsafe environment? It would be really bad and just… I need to be in control…it's all I have.”

Eddie frowns and notices a furrow in Y/N’s eyebrows. For the first time he sees it so clearly. Y/N may be a goody two-shoes girl on the road to college and a perfect life, but she herself is far from perfect. She’s just like anyone else, but under way too much pressure; both from her parents and mostly from herself. She works tirelessly to maintain this illusion of perfection and it's causing so much tension in her; tension he wishes he could help her release.

Eddie wants to do something or say something that would make her feel better but he doesn’t know what. She seems so vulnerable and exposed to him, but not at all weak. There’s a strength in her conviction that even she doesn’t see, but he does.

He wants to let her know that what she feels is okay. In fact, it’s more than okay. There’s nothing wrong with being afraid or not wanting to do something just because everyone says you should; he knows that better than anyone.

At the same time, he also wants her to understand that being in control is an illusion. There’s much more things in life we don’t have control over than the things we do have control over. If she doesn’t feel that way about drugs is one thing, but she needs to know realistically, there will be other things she won’t be able to control and that it’ll still be okay.

He wants to gently say something philosophical or even poetic to get his point across, but Y/N makes him too nervous. He ends up relying on his good old Munson instincts and says something much more provocative than it is profound.

Eddie looks at Y/N through his peripheral vision then calmly asks, “Have you ever had sex before?”

Y/N chokes and starts uncontrollably coughing. “What?”

“I said, have you ever had sex before?” Eddie says in a controlled voice.

“Please don’t say that with the same casual demeanor of someone asking, ‘Have you ever been to Mount Rushmore before?’”

Eddie turns the corner into Y/N’s neighborhood and she instantly feels a wave of sadness; one she doesn’t really understand. She also wonders why he’s asking her this, especially so close to her house.

“It’s a simple question Y/N,” Eddie says nonchalantly.

“No it’s not and you know it. And it’s not one I’m going to answer either,” Y/N huffs and points her nose up in the air.

“Looks like you already did,” Eddie smirks at her, teasing her to lighten the moment which works as Y/N’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets. She’s even cuter when he gets a rise out of her like that.

“Eddie! Why are we even talking about this” Y/N says completely flustered.

“Because there’s a point to it and because it’s important to talk about. Even if it’s not with me, I hope you’re talking about it with someone.”

Eddie is walking a line right now and he knows it, but he somehow also knows how to stay within that line too. He’s right and Y/N knows this but she won’t admit it. Sex isn’t something she talks about or knows a lot about. Sure her friends talk about it and Y/N will pretend like she can keep up with the conversation, but deep down, she doesn’t understand what they’re talking about half the time. She knows so much about calculus, chemistry, and college applications, but she just doesn’t understand what the big deal is about sex.

“All I’m saying is, anyone who’s had sex before knows that sometimes, there’s moments in this life where you’re left with no choice but to give up a sense of control. It can be scary, sure, but when you finally let go of that, it can give you the most satisfying and freeing feeling in the world.”

Y/N scowls at him in confusion.

“It’s easy for you to say something like that. You’d never have to worry about getting pregnant or disappointing people that matter to you.”

Eddie arrives at Y/N’s house and parks the car. By now, the street lights have come on and are the only thing illuminating the space before them. Eddie shifts in his seat to face Y/N. The golden lamps cast a glow across the hollow planes of his cheeks.

“Y/N, for a second, I want you to block out the rest of the world; all its people and consequences. It’s just you and your desires.”

Y/N gulps and she swears Eddie is slowly moving toward her. She’s frozen in her body as Eddie continues and says, “You need to know that you’re allowed to be sexual. And, you’re allowed to not only experience but enjoy pleasure. It’s what makes us human.”

Y/N blinks rapidly and focuses her concentration on his big brown eyes. His bangs are getting so long they threaten to drape over his eyes like the curtains at a theater. His full lips curl and tighten with every syllable he speaks. Y/N’s breath is caught in her throat so she reminds herself to breathe but it ends up being shallow.

“Okay?” Eddie asks, confirming that she’s listening to him. She nods slightly which is more than she thought she’d be capable of. She feels paralyzed in her body and her mind.

Where is this coming from? Why is he telling her this? Why do his words stir something in her body that she can’t even begin to explain because she’s never felt them before? How did one of her deepest darkest secrets get brought to the surface, exposed by none other than Eddie Munson?

And yet, he’s not judging her. He’s not making fun of her or thinking she’s weird for it. He’s helping her. But why? He pried this thing out of her, uncovering something that would make most run for the hills. But he… he has her heart on a silver platter and is protecting it? He’s treating it with the utmost care.

“If you ever want a safe space with someone you trust,” he emphasizes every other word and locks eyes with Y/N as he slowly and clearly tells her, “to be able to give up control in a way where something good comes from it…”

Eddie doesn’t say it, but he wants Y/N to know that if she ever experiences those urges, he can be a safe place for her to explore those desires. And without saying it, Y/N knows that’s exactly what he means. The thought makes her tremble.

The sound of a car door shutting snaps Y/N out of her paralysis. She sharply inhales and turns over her shoulder and sees that her neighbor just got home.

“I gotta go.” She scrambles to undo her seatbelt and mutters nervously.

“You need to leave. Now. Before my dad gets home and sees you,” She nervously tells him as she jumps out of the car and runs into the house. Another neighbor walks past her house with their dog. The sound of the dog barking puts Y/N on edge even more, but she forgets about it as soon as she runs through the door.

She zooms up the stairs and runs into her room. She softly shuts the door because if she slammed it shut, who knows what fresh hell her mom would give her. She makes a beeline for her closet and collapses to the floor. She closes the door behind her and takes an extremely deep breath in. She wants to cry but now’s not the time. She’ll wait till she takes a shower later so no one can hear her and the hot water will help depuff her eyes so no one suspects a thing after.

She looks at her watch and sees that it's 6:49. She has a good 5-10 minutes before her parents will start to worry. She can make up an excuse that she had to go to the bathroom or briefly check the TV listings to make sure she can tune in on her favorite tv show that will come on later that evening. She’ll come up with something, but for now, all she wants to do is explode.

This is starting to become more than what she bargained for and it's overwhelming. Eddie’s getting too close and Y/N convinces herself she doesn’t like it but in reality it just terrifies her more than anything else. What’s worse is that he knows too much about her and she hardly knows anything about him. She feels helpless and like she doesn’t know what to do which is an even worse position to be in. How could this happen?

When she got partnered up with Eddie Munson, she expected she’d be doing all the work while he only slacked off. Not the most ideal situation, but one she could tolerate and push through till their due date at the end of the week. And soon enough they would get their A and she would never have to deal with him or his Hellfire nonsense ever again.

She didn’t think he would actually pay attention to her and actually do the work if she was patient enough to explain things to him. She didn’t think he would actually want to know about more than just her understanding of chemistry. Hell, she didn’t think he would ever get to know her and have her figured out this early on; she’s known practically everyone in this town all her life and no one’s been able to do that.

She didn’t expect to look forward to seeing him again. She didn’t expect she would replay their conversations in her head before she went to sleep and imagine what other things they might talk about when she saw him next. She didn’t expect to find Eddie charming or endearing. She didn’t expect he would push her buttons or make her laugh. She didn’t expect to feel so safe with him either. Least of all, she didn’t think she would ever find someone who truly understood her, not until Eddie Munson came along.

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