#i just wanna hold hands while my bf presses pause on the show were watching

[sissytobitch10seconds]

The Party, Together

Fandom: Stranger Things Summary: A short drabble of The Party having a cuddle fest. Warnings: Mentions of trauma and period-typical homophobia Word Count: 737 Ship(s): Will Byers & Mike Wheeler & Lucas Sinclair & Dustin Henderson & Jane Hopper & Max Mayfield, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair/Max Mayfield

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A/N: So yesterday I had a dinner date with my polycule and I made a joke about us being like this because My Boyfriend Will Byers is obsessed with Stranger Things (and obviously Will, based on their nickname) and he and my bf suggested that I write this, so I did! Hope you guys like it. Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

"Hey, you said that after we got back that we could cuddle!" Dustin said, lifting his head up from where he had been sitting upside down on the couch while pointing towards the TV. They were showing Jane (which was now the name that she preferred after she had processed her trauma in the lab) all of the fictional movies that she had missed during her life. They had to put it later into the afternoon because they had to run into town to get snacks so they could be extra prepared for their marathon.

"Hey, yeah," Will nodded immediately after. Out of every single member of their polycule, they were the most comfortable asking for physical affection even if they all craved it.

Mike wiggled out from under the table where he had located himself to keep Lucas from stealing his sour candies again. "Let me go lock the door," he darted towards the top of the basement steps.

As soon as their boyfriend had made the move to close the space off from the rest of the house, Will and Dustin dislodged themselves from the couch. Jane busied herself with clearing the snacks off of the floor and placing them on top of the coffee table so that they wouldn't spill everywhere. "Won't your parents think we're doing something wrong down here?" Max asked. She got up from her spot on the floor so that Dustin and Lucas could push the couch back a few feet and give them some more space. She then helped Jane drag the coffee table so that it was vertical to the couch and up against the other wall.

Mike locked the door and then retreated back down the steps into the basement proper. He moved to grab the blankets out of the linen closet next to the bathroom as he answered Max's question, "We are doing something wrong in their eyes. I mean, it would be fine if it was just one of us cuddling with only one of the girls, or the girls cuddling together, but all of us together is wrong."

"It's not wrong," Jane shook her head. "If we like it, how can it be wrong?"

"He meant that they think it's wrong," Will answered before Mike had the chance to. "They don't think that boys should get to be close with other boys. It's why we haven't told them anything about us."

"And why Nancy cannot have Steve and Jonathan over at the same time?" she asked, earning a nod from the others.

"Our relationship is a little bit different than theirs, but it's the same premise," Dustin said this time. "Nancy is romantically involved with Steve and Jonathan and Robin, but none of us other than Mike and Will and Lucas and Max are romantically involved with each other."

Jane nodded sagely. It had already been explained a couple of times, but to someone that had no experience with the depths and complexities of any kind of relationship, let alone queerplatonic polycules, the concept was kind of hard to grasp. Most of the time, she was just happy to cuddle and hold hands with her partners, even if she didn't get the jokes about pet names and honorifics.

Mike finished gathering up the supplies that they would need. He set out the blanket on the ground and then threw a couple of pillows in the direction of the people he knew would want them. "Here we go," he sighed as he lowered himself down onto the ground so that his back was against the couch.

Quickly, they all scrambled so that they could get their favorite positions. Will was on one side of Mike with his arm over the other boy's shoulders. Jane reached up and threaded her fingers together with his. She reached out next to her to take Dustin's hand, but he replaced it with Max's. He moved so that he was laying down with his head in her lap and his hand extended out so that he was holding Will's spare hand. Max had her arm around Lucas' waist as he held Dustin's other hand a little awkwardly. When they cuddled like this they were often pulled in weird directions and nothing was ever totally comfortable, but they wouldn't trade it for the world. They were happy while all wrapped up together, knowing that the people they loved most were safe.

#stranger things #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #ao3 #archive of our own #short #drabble #polycule #polyamory #platonic relationships #missing my own polycule already #i just wanna hold hands while my bf presses pause on the show were watching #mike wheeler #will byers #max mayfield #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #jane hopper #eleven

[andysorbit]

I feel like Johnny would be the ultimate dream bf! Yk like soft and mature in outside of your sex life but so fucking hot and ruthless once the doors are closed🔥🔥🔥

I also feel like he would rarely ever get jealous since he is very confident and secure in himself and his relationship but even he has a breaking point…

For example if his longterm partner is like a famous actress or model and has a *steamy* shoot with a co-star or if they were an idol performing a sexy dance routine with someone else. Seeing the love of his life with someone else like that would absolutely make him snap and pound the living shit out of you once you’re home (consensually ofc) and afterwards be so sweet and loving with his aftercare cuz you’re only his and it makes him go soft😭

Johnny is that guy who has your mom's heart and your dad's trust.

He's just got a likeability that is impossible to resist. He's the guy who can get along with your whole family. Takes your younger brother to sporting events, will do concerts with your younger sister, take them to the mall to give your parents a break.

You could go home to see your parents and when you step through the door, Johnny's in the kitchen with your mom helping her make dinner and gossiping with your siblings and he'd see you and be like "Oh hey, what are you doing here?"

He'd be in your childhood room with you at two am with one hand down your pants and the other hand over your mouth while he overstimulates you with one of your old Sade mixed tapes playing softly in the background.

"You gonna stay quiet? Yeah, you are, baby. So good. I'm so proud of you. Just one more for me and you can rest. One more, sweetheart. That's a good girl," he'd whisper in your ear and you'd cry silently as you writhe against his hand.

"I know I'm doing too much right now but you know how fucking hot you are. How am I supposed to control myself, huh?" he'd press a kiss to your neck and rub sloppy circles into your clit, "Come on, babe. That's it. That's a good girl. That's a good, good girl."

And after he's made sure you're completely taken care of, he'd slip back off to the guestroom because he's the ideal houseguest and although he prioritizes your needs, he doesn't want to make your family uncomfortable.

On the other hand, if he had to watch you kiss another man... he'd make you put the show on. "Come on. Put it on. I wanna see something." He'd say and sit down on the sofa. You'd start the show and he'd shake his head, "No. Skip to the part where he's got his hand down your pants. Hurry up." You'd sigh and skip ahead to the part he mentioned, "Johnny... this is ridiculous." You'd say and pause the television. "You lost your shit when I had to perform with Seulgi. Let me have my turn. Play it." He'd say firmly and move over to your side of the sofa. You'd press play and bite your lip as he lifted your t-shirt and slid his hand between your legs, "Did he really touch you? Or... was it that choreographed shit because that's kinda the same way you moan for me." He'd slowly circle your clit and you'd moan, "Johnny, please." "Watch the screen." He'd order. You'd open your eyes and watch your scene with your costar. He'd never been so upset before but maybe because it was Jaehyun. It felt too personal to him.

He'd make you cum over and over again until you're crying and begging him to stop. Until you're trying in vain to move away from him but he's holding you still and reminding you to use the safeword, "I'll stop if you use the safeword." He'd say against your lips and you'd just sob and fall apart again and again.

#neoculturecollectives #nct smut #nct #nct 127 #nct 127 smut #kpop smut #andy's mail #johnny nct #johnny suh smut #johnny smut #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours

[drunkjaked]

MARKETS ft park sunghoon

the joys of december: winter dates, hot chocolate, sunghoon's birthday, and shared showers /// 2274 words + smut (minors dni)

pairing: bf!sunghoon x fem!reader

the youngest of the 02z is 20 now :((( man.. happy birthday sunghoon.. so happy we get to be the same age until next saturday <333

The headboard is cold against Sunghoon’s back as he sits at the top of the bed, his fingers threading through your hair as he watches you fight sleep with your head in his lap. “I feel like we should leave soon, or at least start getting ready soon.” He announces, stretching an arm above his head. 

“I didn’t think you were being serious.” You mumble into his bare stomach. 

“Why would I joke about my birthday plans?” 

A sigh makes its way out of your mouth and he giggles at the feeling of your breath fanning his skin. “I’ve known you long enough to know that your ‘birthday plans’ are also your idea of hell.” 

Sunghoon rolls his eyes, holding you tighter and pretending you’re incorrect. “Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” He lies through his teeth mutters. 

He knows as well as you do that going to the Christmas markets – on his birthday of all days – falls under laying naked on a hot grill on the list of things he wants to do.

Another thing he knows as well as you do, is that you’ve been dreaming of a Christmas markets date since he lent you his gloves on the walk home from class two winters ago as the two of you walked (the line between just friends and more than friends) by the entrance of the markets. 

You move your head to look up at him, locking eyes as you move from your position to sit in his lap instead, legs split over his in a straddle. “I can just go with one of the girls another day,” you shrug. “Today’s about you, so tell me what you want to do today.” 

His plump lips press together into a straight line as he thinks, brows furrowing in the centre. And after a moment he hums. “I got it!” He pauses for a second, taking the time to press a kiss to your mouth. Lets his tongue trace the seam of your lips an-d it’s so easy to get distracted by him. Too easy. 

To the point that you don’t even realise what he’s trying to do until he rolls his hips against yours, his clothed cock pressing on your core. If it wasn’t for how rough he’d been with you last night, you might not have whined before lifting your hips off of him. But he was rough with you last night, and you still have the overly sensitive, swollen pussy to show for it, so you do. 

“I’m not accepting making out as an answer.” You mumble against his lips, stomach leaping when you feel him smiling into the kiss.

“Will you accept fucking against the mirror?” 

With a sigh, you sit in his lap once more (careful to steer clear of the bulge in his pants) and smack him lightly in the chest, a grin ruining the fake irritation on your face as he pulls air through his teeth, scrunching up his nose while bringing his hand to the spot you hit. 

“Ahhhhhhoooowwwwwwwwwwwwuhhhhhh.” He groans. “It hurts.” Lips curving downwards into a frown. 

“What are we doing today?” 

“Can’t.. speak.. too much.. ugh, too much pain.” 

“Sunghoon.”

“B-” he ‘struggles’ to get the word out, sighing dramatically. “-baby?” 

“What are we doing today?” 

“Need a kiss, I’m.. d- dying..” He trails off, head falling limp at his neck. 

The freshly twenty year old man in front of you is committed to his role, not moving until you kiss him better and as soon as your lips touch his chest his whole body jolts under you. “You’re incredible,” he grins. “You just saved my life, I .. I love you.”  

“Hoon, come on, what do you wanna do today?” 

“Ouch.” He scoffs, squinting his eyes at you briefly before speaking again. “I wanna take my girl to the markets, share an overpriced hot chocolate, and ruin her photos all day.” 

“Poor girl.”

-Unfortunately, you are the girl in question and after spending ten minutes trying to convince you to wear more layers, Sunghoon makes good on all of his promises and even sprinkles a few extras in the mix.

Like actually showing his pretty smile for some of the pictures, pretending to enjoy mulled wine, sitting still in the Ferris wheel and letting you cuddle into him, and, your favourite of them all, teaching you to skate. 

Or rather, holding your hand and not taking off across the packed rink every time you almost fell on your ass. Which was a lot of times. He even agreed to walk around until almost closing time when the rink was practically empty so you could watch him glide and twirl and leap across the ice with more balance and stability than he maintains when he walks.

The tiny smile on his face as he moved over the rink made your heart flip in your chest and you couldn’t hide your misery when the definitely underpaid teenage rink worker smacked her gum uninterestedly and told you that you had to leave. 

When you get back home, a mildly tired, and very cold, Sunghoon follows you to the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe as he watches you undress. In an order he finds unusual, your tights come off first followed by your skirt, all with your scarf still wrapped around your neck and your (his) jacket zipped up to the top. 

He doesn’t find it in him to complain when you (intentionally) turn around and bend over to pick the clothes up from the floor, your ass in full display – the sight barely obstructed by the tiny white thong he’d picked out for you to wear. Though it’s not long before that comes off too. 

“Oh, do you wanna shower first or should I?” You ask him as you start pulling your sweater off. 

His fingers are cold on your waist when he touches you, his free hand coming up to help you remove it. “Together.” He mumbles, pressing his lips to yours. “Please.” 

“Lead the way.” You barely manage to finish the sentence before Sunghoon lifts you off the floor, your legs wrapping around his waist as he walks you to the bathroom. 

From behind the shower’s glass you watch as he strips off at a maddening pace, the water heating up gradually as it hits the skin of your back, your nose scrunching up when it gets slightly hotter than what’s comfortable and Sunghoon laughs at the way you flinch before reaching to turn the temperature down.

At long last, he’s standing behind you with his chest pressed against your back, his hand resting on your hip as you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. Fingers sliding up to your waist, other hand coming from the opposite side. 

“Happy birthday, Hoon.” You whisper, head tipping back to rest against him at the feeling of his hand dipping between your thighs, bumping at your clit almost immediately. 

Thanks, love, he smiles (though his words get lost in the sounds of the room). 

“DId you get everything on your list?” 

Sunghoon’s cock twitches between your bodies at the implication behind your words, his hips grinding against you as he rubs at your slit. “Mm,” he hums, using two fingers to push you open. “Got everything I want right here.” 

You can’t tell if your stomach flips here because of your boyfriend’s sweet side making an appearance or because one of his thick digits presses down on your clit right when he speaks, though you know deep down it’s some combination of both.  

He pushes a third finger into your hole though he’s clearly impatient because he only curls them towards your belly button once, twi—There, oh my-Hoon!—ce and a third time before taking them out entirely. His hand is large on your back as he bends you over, mumbling an apology when you complain about the feeling of water in your eyes. 

And steering clear of the stream when he leans down to leave a kiss on your shoulder and then your neck. “Sorry, baby, really.” He tells you while you try to ignore the fact that you can hear the smile in his voice, his attempts at keeping his laughter to himself are futile as he chuckles a little next to your ear. 

The shower wall is freezing your nipples, your entire chest and cheek as you arch your back, pushing towards him as best you can. “So pretty.” He groans, more to himself as he lets his palm come down hard on your ass, holding it in his hand before using his thumb to trail the length of your pussy.

Starting at your clit and dragging upwards so slowly you can’t help but whine, a sigh of relief slipping out at the feeling of his finger dipping into you, and another whine comes out when he removes it. 

Thick and dripping wet, the head of his cock splits you apart with ease, both of you moaning in unison at the feeling of your walls wrapped around him, and the water beating against your skin only adds to the sensation; Sunghoon’s fingers push bruises into your hips as he thrusts in, and out, an-holy fuck, he groans. 

As good as it all feels, admittedly the water is a little distracting and with the way your knees start to buckle he can’t help but wonder if this is more of a saf–“Right there.”–ety hazard than anything else. Yeah, the water is super distracting as it slips, and puddles against the skin of your arched back and why has it taken him so long to have you like this? 

Your voice slices through his thoughts as your knees buckle once more and you belatedly react. “I’m gonna–” you try, cutting yourself off with a moan “–fall.” 

“You know I won’t let that happen, baby.” He mumbles, chuckling to himself at the way you whine when he pulls out of you. “Turn around.” He tells you, smiling when you obey. 

Sunghoon waits a beat, staring down at you with hearts in his eyes — trailing the span of your body, stuck on the way your chest heaves as you catch your breath, the water inching down to your perfect tits, slipping over your pretty, pebbled nipples.

His mouth goes dry for a moment, his cock painfully hard at the sight of you and as much as he wishes he could watch you forever he simply does not have the patience; as if drawn by a magnet, his hands find the curve of your ass, grabbing at it before uttering the word up and lifting you from the shower floor.

Even if you’d tried, you wouldn’t have been able to stop the moan that falls from your lips at the way his cock slips back into you like it was made to be there, your legs wrapped around his waist and your head falling into the crook of his neck — ruined (as always) by the feeling of being held up like this while he rolls his hips against yours, the water inching up towards your neck as Sunghoon steps closer and closer to the stream.

The first time your hole clenches around him, it happens so quickly and it’s so slight that he can barely tell if it happened or if he’s reached arousal to the point of delusi–Ohhh, my God, the second time it catches him so off guard that he almost chokes from the gasp that escapes him. And the third time might be the tightest he’s ever felt you as your walls stutter a little before holding onto him and milking him dry – rendering him completely speechless as he spills into you, filling you up just the way you like.

Everything is hot (including Sunghoon) when he cums in you, every single inch of your body feels like it's been set alight as you feel the familiar heat burning relentlessly in your stomach. Your toes start to curl behind his back and it’s getting more and more difficult to keep your eyes open as he rocks into you even faster, harder than before. 

The sound of you reaching your high, and your boyfriend trying to come down from his mixed with the steady rhythm of the water and the sound of his balls smacking your skin is a bit too much to bear. A choked sob bursts from your lips when his hand reaches between your bodies, his thumb attaching itself to your clit and pushing you right over the edge and into your orgasm. 

He holds your writhing body in his arms, trying desperately not to let the feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock as you cum all over him force him to cum again and he finds himself almost glad when you beg him to slow down, to stop, it’s too much. 

Lifting you up just enough for him to slip out, he lets his lips find yours before taking a few steps forwards to place both of you directly under the shower head. The stream coats you from head to toe as he kisses you, though you’re so breathless that you pull away almost immediately.

And your lips quirk up at the corners at the sight of Sunghoon trying to chase your kiss, his own mouth pushed into a pout when he fails to do so. “You’re so beautiful.” You tell him, struggling to keep the grin off your face.

His plump lips part to wrap around a breathy laugh, his head cocking to the side. “Are you just now noticing?”

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thank you so much for reading !!! i hope you guys enjoyed my last fic of the year, looking forward to the year ahead.. all my love and happy birthday once more to sweet sweet sunghoon <333

#park sunghoon smut #park sunghoon hard hours #enhypen smut #enha smut #enhypen hard hours #enha hard hours #park sunghoon x reader #enhypen x reader #park sunghoon au #enhypen au #drunkjaked: markets

[amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes]

Toy Box

AN: This is my entry for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Two Years of Darkness challenge. My prompt is Mob!AU you wonder about your bf/gf's late nights and the answer surprises you and my character is Bucky. I took a friendship route to the gf and not romantic and this went from Bucky to an add on. This is a little late but I changed the story and characters last minute; I apologize. Not beta’d so all mistakes are my own. My character is written with a WOC in mind but all read. Please don’t repost my work without my expressed permission 🗣🗣🗣

Warnings: ‼️NON-CON‼️, allusions to prostitution, voyeurism, unwanted groping, slight gun play, violence(the gun is discharged), threesome? four-way? IDK how to classify it. Proceed with caution and do not read if the subject matter offends you. 

Pairing: Officially? Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,121

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“Hey, what are you doing to make all this extra money?”

Sabrina, your roommate, gave you a weary look as you hesitated by the large double doors. The sounds of the busy street unnerved you but you wanted to do this. Besides, if Sabrina could do it, why couldn’t you? While she had been quite cryptic in telling you what her part-time job duties are, you trusted Sabrina. She'd been your roommate and best friend for years and you had all confidence in her. 

"You really wanna know?" The uncertainty in her voice went ignored. You placed your hands on your hips and tsked. She avoided your pointed glare. Secrets were never kept between the two of you; you both knew everything about each other so to think she was holding something from you was offensive. 

"Girl, yes. I wanna know how you go from not being able to pay your half of the rent to now covering my half. What's the deal?"

After nearly an hour of guilt tripping her, Sabrina finally caved and told you she was working for "some hotel in guest services and entertainment". When you pressed her for a better explanation, she just shrugged and asked if you wanted to meet her boss and get the job description from her. While you may not have skills to be an entertainer, surely they had a position at the front desk you could do. That night you happily edited your resume and dreamt of all the things you could do with the extra money; pay off a bill or two and save for that vacation you so desperately need.  

"You ready?" A hand on your shoulder brings you back to reality. Of all places, you didn't expect her to bring you to the Hotel Cortez. The Cortez was well known as one of two hives for the new crime syndicate that took over the town a few years back. You'd only half paid attention to the news articles as they listed the main culprits: James Barnes, and Carol "The Captain" Danvers. The two of them wreaked havoc on the town and had nearly the entire police force in their back pocket. You’d been lucky enough to not cross paths with them or their associates, hearing that once you get tangled with them, you’re stuck.  

Humming a response to her, you take a deep breath to steady yourself. It wasn't like you're doing anything illegal, you’d be so far down the ladder that the worst that could happen to you was you get fired. At least you still had your full time job to fall back on. Placing your hand on the handle, you shift your portfolio and push open the large glass doors. Red and gold carpet covers the lobby floor and high crystal chandeliers illuminate the area in a dreamlike glow; a true juxtaposition to what you believed it would look like. Standing in the middle of the lobby, you gawk at the red velvet chairs that look like mini thrones rather than chairs. You feel out of place and severely under-dressed with your black maxi skirt and white shirt. 

“They’re ready for you, Ruby. Go on up.” You startle and turn towards the feminine voice. Behind a desk you didn't even notice, a blonde woman in a fitted white dress smiles at you. Sabrina mumbles her thanks and hooks her arms in yours, dragging you to the opposite side of the desk. Frowning, you turn to Sabrina when you stop in front of an elevator. 

“Who the hell is Ruby?”

“Me.” her eyes never leave the floor indicator, the numbers counting down. Clearing her throat, she shrugs. “They give us nicknames here, you don’t use your real name.”

“Why?” The elevator dings and slides open. Still hooked with you, Sabrina pulls you into the elevator and presses floor 21. You turn to her with your arms crossed. She avoids your glare and sighs. 

“It's not too late to turn around.” You tilt your head in confusion at her. Before you can ask for clarification, the elevator dings and the door opens. Again you are taken aback at the decor of the room. You were expecting an office, not a large gray sofa and matching chair on a white rug nor the ceiling to floor windows that made the walls. The rest of the floor was hardwood and more gray chairs scattered about. Tall white vases of varying bouquets of flowers sat on matching gray tables and a small chandelier casts a soft glow. Sabrina let you go and walked further into the room. You stood awkwardly a few feet from the elevator, too nervous to move in fear of breaking something. 

 A call of your name beckons you to move. You hear voices and as you exit the foyer, you get a better view of the room. More gray furniture decorate the room and to the far left of the room, a large L shaped desk with matching cabinets. A woman is perched on the corner of the desk, her short black dress raised over her long legs as she giggles at a blonde woman behind the desk. In a chair to their right, a man sits with a glass and watches you as you stop next to Sabrina. The woman behind the desk stands and moves toward you. Swallowing hard, your resolve falters when you recognize her. Carol Danvers. You weren’t expecting to see any of the bosses and seeing her up close is daunting. Her presence is authoritative as she strides towards you, her tailored black suit as unwavering as her gaze.

“This her?” the woman on the desk glances at Sabrina before raking her eyes slowly down your body. Carol hums as she paces around you, the action making you uneasy. 

"She's cute. What do you think, Barnes?"

Your anxiety spikes as you realize that both of the mob bosses are within arms reach of you and staring you down. Sabrina elbows you in the ribs and clears her throat as she introduces you. You plaster your best smile and hand your portfolio to Carol. She takes it from you and as you are about to speak, she tosses it to the woman still on the desk. 

"How adorable is this? She brought a resume." Her teasing making you frown. You reach for your portfolio but she pulls back and sticks out her tongue with a wink. 

"Maria," Carol playfully chides. "Don't give the new girl a hard time. Test her, James." 

He hums from his seat and placed his glass on the table. You clear your throat and begin to list off your work experience, his hand reaches to his belt and unfastens it. You pause and turn to Sabrina again who shrugs. Carol resumes her place next to Maria and places a hand on her thigh. Your eyes bounce between the women before falling back to James who is in the process of opening his fly. 

"You know what? Maybe this position isn't for me." You attempt to sound braver than you feel but your voice comes out small. "Thank you for the opportunity, we're leaving." Taking a step back, you turn fully to Sabrina who is looking at the floor and you grab her wrist. 

Maria giggles as Carol's hand creeps under the hem of her dress. You attempt to pull Sabrina but she doesn't move. You look at her incredulously as James stands with a deep sigh. Your flight or fight instinct kicks in and you drop her wrist. Right as you are about to run, a strong grip on the back of your neck pulls you back and you collide with warm flesh. You scream and attempt to twist away from  the strong hand holding you but the hand moves from your neck to your hair and pushes you down. 

“Ruby, you didn’t tell her, did you?” James asks but Sabrina stays quiet. He steps into your peripheral and turns your head towards him, the strain on your neck painful. "She's my little toy. And sometimes I lend my toys for others to play. Get it?" 

You reach back and grab his wrist in an attempt to release some of the pressure from your scalp but his hold is ironclad. His hand disappears into his pants and you cringe as he pulls his cock out and taps it against your bottom lip. You grind your teeth as he taps again on lip and sighs after a moment. His grip on your hair tightens and you gasp at the pain. 

"Come on, I don't have all day." His bored tone is offensive and you glare up at him. You purse your lips together in defiance and Maria laughs. 

"Love the fight in her, Ruby. But I want a show." Maria faux pouts as Carol's fingers work their way higher and Maria spreads her legs to allow her access. "Talk to your friend." 

You glance up at Sabrina who is fidgeting and still avoiding eye contact. She sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes. "Just do it and get it over with. You're being dramatic." 

"Dramatic?!" You shriek and attempt to twist in his hold to face her but he spins you around and uses the momentum to force himself into your mouth. You gag around him and jerk your head back but you are unable to maneuver away from him. You grunt in frustration and as you're about to bring your canines down full force on him, cool metal presses against your temple. 

"Bite me and I'll blow your fucking brains out." His warning freezes all movement from you. Your eyes water as he slides the metal from your temple to your line of sight and you look down the barrel of his gun. Saliva gathers at the corners of your mouth as you hold him there, not daring to move. He taps the gun twice on your forehead before he tsks. Quicker than you can register, he releases his hold on your hair and the pressure from the gun is moved. You jerk away from him as a loud pop reverberates the room. You scream and cower on the floor as Sabrina drops to the floor near you. She's crying and holding her arm, blood seeping through her fingers. Carol laughs as you scream again and reach for her but a click near your ear draws your attention back to the man in front of you. 

"Consider that a warning. Hurry. Up." The gun returns to your head but the metal is now hot and burns your skin. You shake your head, taking one last glance at Sabrina who returns your gaze with watery eyes. Sitting up on your knees, you reach for him with trembling hands. He's warm to the touch and the feel of him twitching against your fingers almost has you reeling. His hand returns to your hair though he doesn't grip this time. Closing your eyes, you give him a few tentative strokes before you slowly ease him into your mouth. 

"Good girl. Show us what you can do." Maria purrs and Carol hums. You brace a hand on his thigh and try to recall every porn movie you've ever seen.  Hollowing your cheeks, you push him as far as you can and attempt not to gag as he brushes the back of your throat. A deep moan rumbles through his chest when you bring your other hand to his base and twist your wrist to mimic the movement of your mouth. A whimper behind you makes you speed up; you may have been upset with Sabrina but you didn't want her to bleed out. Maria moans loudly and for a moment you can simultaneously hear the sound of her being fingered with your slurping noises. 

"Keep going." You aren't sure who gave the soft command but you respond by flattening your tongue in an effort to stifle your gag reflex so you can take him deeper. It must work because you hear him hiss and he bucks his hips involuntarily showing him deeper down your throat. Unprepared for the invasion, you try to pull back but the hand on your head locks you in place. Your nails dig into his leg as you try not to panic because you can't draw in a breath. He holds you for a few seconds before the hand on your head reimplants in your hair and pulls you backwards. You fall on your backside as you cough. You turn to check on Sabrina who has gone quiet. She's curled up in a ball and as you reach for her, you're once again pulled back. A soft hand caresses your cheek and it takes a second that it's Carol, not James, who has you this time. 

"Maria, baby. Assume the position. Show the new girl how it's done." Maria hops off the desk and moves to the side of the chair James was sitting in. Carol hoists you up by the arm and stands you on the opposite side of the chair. "Go on honey." At Carol's order, Maria lifts her dress and bends over the arm of the chair with her hands clasped in front of her over the sitting cushion. She wiggles her hips and licks her lips, eyes never leaving yours. You are about to protest when strong hands push you to bend forward, the arm of the chair hitting you roughly in the stomach. You groan in pain and try to squirm away but your hands are held in front of you by Maria. She intertwines your fingers with hers and places a soft kiss on your knuckles.

"Let's see what's under the hood, hm?" Carol mumbled before your skirt is lifted and bunched at your waist. You made to protest but another shove forward had you hitting your stomach again and the pain stunned you into compliance. Nimble fingers danced along your panty line and when they reached the crotch, the fabric was ripped away. Her strength and actions shocked you as she brushed along your inner thigh. Tears fill your eyes as she reaches your outer lips and spreads them with her thumb and index finger. You feel her circle around your entrance before ghosting down to your clit. You hear her chuckle and shame fills you and you know what she fills. 

"Oh you'll like this one, James. She's soaked and just from sucking dick? She'll be a good earner." You try to hide your face as she slips a finger inside of you and then another before abruptly pulling out. From your place on your arm, you see Carol's shiny black shoes move away from you and you peek up to see her stand behind Maria. Carol places the fingers that were inside of you on Maria's lips and you watch as Maria suckles on them. 

You lower your head in embarrassment when your feet are kicked apart and strong hands grip your waist. You protest by trying to stand again but once again you are pushed into the arm of the chair and the wind is knocked from you. 

"Same time?" Carol asks, amusement lacing her tone. Maria holds you tighter as you feel James step closer to you, the head of his cock poised at your entrance. You try to wiggle away from him but he takes another step forward and pushes further into you. Tears stream freely down your face as Maria rolls her hips, Carol slowly fucking her with her fingers. Maria leans forward and places a gentle kiss on your lips. James pushes further into you and you gasp; Maria taking the opportunity to shove her tongue in your mouth. She swallows your pained grunt when James thrusts into you without warning. He gives you no time to adjust to his size before he sets a brutal pace. Every push of his hips sends your abdomen further into the arm of the chair and you don't know what to focus on: the pain, the woman in front of you, your friend bleeding on the floor or the man behind you. Maria releases one of your hands and snakes her free hand down the front of your blouse. You twist away from her roaming hand as she slips under your bra to squeeze your breast. 

"Please, stop." You beg to no one in particular but hope they all would stop. Your request is met with a breathy laugh from Carol who's pumping her fingers faster into Maria in an attempt to match James speed. The legs of the chair protest under your combined weight and the force of the man thrusting behind you. His hand finds the small of your back and forces you to arch; the new position causes you to moan subconsciously.

"Oh, there's her sweet spot. Do it again."  Maria begs, her tongue sweeping across your bottom lip. He obliges and your body unwillingly comes alive. He pushes you down further and you grab the chair cushion for purchase. Maria kisses you again and in your haze you return the kiss which earns a moan from Carol, her hand moving at an unnatural speed. James plunges into you at the same brutal pace and you can feel your arousal. You know he can feel it too because his breathing is becoming labored and his hold on your hip is bruising. 

"Bad girl, Ruby. Keeping your friend away from us." James' voice is strained and you're surprised how he can speak and breathe at the same time. A whimper is his response; you can't look at your friend right now as a string of curses fall from your lips. Your orgasm hits you unexpectedly and you babble incoherently as his pace never falters. Maria kisses your nose and shushes you as writhe under him. A few more pointed thrusts has you falling into another orgasm and this time you gush over him. Maria whines as she throws her head back and you watch her, too blissed out to look away. James hips sputter and he abruptly pulls out of you which makes you wince. One hand is still on your hip and he groans low above you, warmth hitting the back of your thighs. The room is filled with heavy breathing before you feel your legs give out from under you. You slide to your knees and rest your head against the chair. The sound of liquid pouring has you tilting your head back as James pours himself a drink. His eyes connect with yours and he brings the glass to his lips and takes a large gulp. 

"Welcome to the toy box, Carnelian."

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[cal-puddies]

Loving on Island Time // Calum Hood

Hello Friends... I almost didn’t post this, @kindahoping4forever​ believes in it enough that it gets to see the light of day.

the song title comes from my boys, Dan + Shay! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4QmSh3YXA0g) check out the song!

Word Count: 9254

Warnings: super self indulgent bf cal, lots of smut. lots of cuteness too.

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You scramble to answer your ringing phone. You’d just finished stuffing the last bit of your things into your backpack. 

“That suitcase better be packed little miss.” Your boyfriend, Calum, warns.

You’d been together for 2 years and after finishing your masters, and Cal finishing an album and tour cycle, neither of you could wait for the vacation you’d planned. 

“It’s packed and ready to go.” You confirm. 

“Great, I’ll be there in 15. We’ll grab dinner and then head back to my place and we’ll be set for morning.” 

“Ok! I’ll see you when you get here, handsome.”

Cal is surprised when he walks in to grab your bag and you are, in fact, packed. “Pretty girl, are you ready for a nice little getaway?” He asks. He is and you can tell, it’s coursing through his veins. He’s practically bouncing and he’s got the biggest smile on his face. “I’m so ready to just have all of your attention.” He wraps his arms around you, kissing on your neck, “seeing you in those short shorts and bikinis, and nothing…” he presses his lips to yours. 

“I’m ready to get all these tattoos on display… get you in some sunshine.” You grin. 

He pulls you into a hug, kisses your cheek and whispers in your ear, “getting you wrapped around me all over that hotel suite is probably the thing I’m most excited for.” 

“Calum.” You giggle. 

“Such a happy sound.” He grins against your cheek as he squeezes you tighter to his body. “Now c’mon pretty lady, need to see you in my T-shirt one more time before you spend this trip half naked or naked.” He pulls away and grabs your hand in one of his and your suitcase in the other. You grab your backpack and he leads you to his car, pausing briefly while you lock the door.

Cal had already ordered dinner so he just had to run in and get it. And he was not kidding about getting you in his T shirt. 

And to be fair, you hadn’t seen each other since he flew in super quick for your graduation and then flew out to make a show. You’d barely spent an hour together, but you treasured it. 

The morning was tough, you missed being snuggled up to him and he’s pushing you out of bed to catch your flight. He catches you with a “hey pretty girl” while brushing your teeth and he snaps a picture and you know he’s gonna be this way for a day or two. 

Your relationship wasn’t entirely public but the more time you spend together, the less he cares. He pulls you close and holds your hands, usually by way of wrapping a few of his fingers around a few of yours. And he kisses the top of your head as you lean against him on the plane. 

You knew Cal went all out on booking the hotel. You have a private villa with its own swimming pool and private beach access. It had 2 bedrooms and a common space with a dining room and living room area, and a balcony. The bathroom has a tub that’s larger than the apartment you’d lived in when you first met Cal. 

“Wow… look at this tub.” You exclaim, taking in the bathroom. 

Cal wraps his arms around your waist from behind. “We’ll spend plenty of time in there together. But why don’t you take a bath and relax, and I’ll wait for our bags.” 

“Babe, I'd prefer…” 

“I won’t hear it.” He cuts you off with a kiss. “Get in there and get relaxing.” He walks out and you get yourself in the tub. 

Afterward, you pull on a robe and wander out into the common area, as you pass through the bedroom you see rose petals on the bed and candles everywhere. You pout and when you walk into the common space, you see Calum holding a glass of champagne in each hand. He hands one to you and pulls you against him. “Cal this is so romantic.” You murmur, looking up at him. 

He smiles down at you and kisses you, “I’d do anything for you, pretty girl, I want you to know that.” 

“This… is extravagant.” You look around before resting your head against his chest. 

“You definitely deserve it, and I want you to have this. We’ve been so busy and we’ve had no time together… I know you’d be happy to stay home, but this way we can’t get distracted by outside things. And I’m so so proud of you, finishing your masters. That wasn’t easy and you sacrificed a lot, including time with me, to get it done. And now I want to dedicate this time to you.” 

You pout up at him, and he kisses your bottom lip. “Thank you, Cal.” 

“You’re welcome pretty girl. I’m not kidding, you deserve it.” He holds you against him while you finish the glass of champagne. And then he grabs the bottle and leads you to the bedroom. “I know you already saw all this…” 

“So romantic of you.” You murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck, standing on your toes to kiss him. 

“This champagne has already gone to your head?” He chuckles, hoisting you up by your thighs. 

“No… the months and months we’ve been apart are going straight to my core with this romantic gesture.” 

“Well…” he collapses on the bed and lays back, “who am i to deny you something you need?” he pulls you down for a kiss. He undoes the robe and pushes his hands up your thighs to your hips, and up your tummy to your breasts. He kneads them, gently pinches your nipples. “You want me to eat you, little miss?” 

“No… not right now, need to be full of you.” 

He slips his hands over your shoulders, pushing the robe down your arms. He pulls you into his chest, rolls you over and sits up on his knees. “I think I wanna little taste.” He murmurs, pushing your thighs apart. He runs his hands up your thighs, his lips slowly following, his breath fans across your core and your body shudders. “It’s just been so long and we both like it so much.” He mentions. He wraps both arms around your thighs. 

You can’t argue with him because you love this so much. And he makes you wait, anticipating his skilled, wet tongue slicking between your folds by leaving wet kisses along both thighs, over your lips, sucking a quick hickey onto each thigh and then gently nibbling and sucking at your lips. “Cal…” you whine. 

“You’re right, it’s been too long for both of us.” He grins as you slip your fingers in his hair and he licks one fat stripe along your slit, splitting your lips and finally making contact with your throbbing clit. “You weren’t kidding. Very wet.” He grins. He hmms and it turns into a hum as he wraps his lips around your clit to suck. He teases a finger tip in and you whine loudly as he decides against it and pulls his finger away. He pulls his lips off your clit and licks at the juices leaking out of your opening, your other hand grabs onto one of his on your thigh and you squeeze it. “Ok baby.” He groans, letting you go and pushing himself back up on his knees. He pulls his shirt over his head and rubs over the bulge in his shorts. “We’re gonna go ahead and get this bed crossed off our list of surfaces.” He smirks. He gets off the bed and gets his shorts and underwear off and watches you shimmy the robe off before grabbing your ankle, to pull you closer to him. 

He stands between your legs and watches you eye his cock, licking your lips before he grabs your chin and directs you to look at him, “how do you want me?” You smirk. 

“How do you want it?” He grins as you bite your lip and think about it and then watches you turn over, propping yourself up on your hands and knees. “My girl.” He groans, giving you a swat on your ass. He slicks his tip through your folds, and then slowly pushes all the way in. 

You sigh, “oh god Cal, I’ve missed this.” You admit. 

“Me too darlin, you feel so good.” He praises, hips pressed against your ass, relishing in the way you feel around him. He starts up a slow rhythm, both of you just breathing a little heavier, he holds your hips. “Ya know,” he pants, “I thought this would be a little more desperate, since it’s been so long… but I just wanna enjoy this with you.” He pulls all the way out and you whine. “I know darlin, can you turn over for me?” He asks. 

You make quick work of turning over and Cal pulls you into his lap, so you’re chest to chest and face to face. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his, as he guides himself in, he grins as your eyes roll back and you pull him closer, rolling your hips on his. “Oh…” you moan, “I need this stud.” 

“We both do.” He moans, pressing his lips against yours. 

Cal ends up with a couple hickies on his collarbone and you have a couple high on your neck before either of you cum. You collapse together in a fit of giggles. “I missed this.” You murmur, twisting his curls in your fingers, as you lay with your head on his chest. Calum hums beneath you, agreeing with your sentiment. “You’re a marked man, handsome.” You gently push on one of his hickies.

Cal pushes the hair off your neck and caresses his thumb over one of yours before gently pressing one between your thighs. “You’re marked too, darlin.” He kisses your forehead. 

“Good. Don’t need any random men hitting on me.” You wrap your arm possessively around Calum and he squeezes you tight against his body. 

“You deal with that a lot?” He wonders aloud. 

“When I go out with friends.” You kind of shrug. “Or if I go to the restaurant I like by your house? I go alone typically and stop by and say hi to Duke and Roy. But I always get hit on.” 

“I hate that.” He murmurs, squeezing you tight to his body. “I know you don’t like it either. Just wish… sometimes… I was around for you more.” 

You push yourself up on your knees next to him. “Don’t Cal. We knew when we got together that we were both sacrificing time with each other for our dreams, and if that meant 3 weeks out of a year with you, I was happy with it.” 

“I hope it’s more than 3 weeks every year.” He rubs his hand on your thigh, trying to make a joke. “No, I know baby. And I love what we have, I just wanna see you more, and leave you alone less.” Cal sits up, “I adore you.” He makes eye contact with you, tucks hair behind your ear and rests his palm on your cheek. 

“I’d like that too.” You nod, biting your lip. 

Cal leans in and kisses your forehead, a slightly wet kiss. “Let’s get cleaned up and go explore before dinner.” 

Dinner and exploring are spent catching up, you split a couple bottles of wine and Cal pulls the two of you through the villa to drop your shoes and head to the beach. 

“Hey,” you mention, as you stand hand in hand letting the warm water wash over your feet, he looks at you, “did I ever tell you how much it meant that you came to my graduation? I know that day was so demanding on you.” 

“Don’t downplay what that day was because I was mildly inconvenienced. I wouldn’t have been anywhere else. I’m glad you asked.” He admits, “it showed me that it was something you were proud of and valued and I should value it for you too.” He pulls you against him and kisses the side of your head, “besides,” he whispers, “koropiko.” 

You look up at him curiously. Cal sometimes spoke his mother’s language to you, and you could recognize the cadence and that he was saying something, but it was still a work in progress, especially when he introduced new words. 

He grins, “it means ‘adore’, I dunno, it pops in my head when I think of you.” 

“Calum.” You smile at him. “That’s so sweet, handsome.” 

He pulls you into him for a hug, “oh, you’re cold, why didn’t you say something?” He murmurs into the top of your head. 

“Don’t feel it so much when I’m around you.” You shrug in his arms. 

“C’mon, lets go inside.” He runs his hands over your ass and gives it a little squeeze before pulling you off your feet by your thighs. He collapses on the couch with you straddling him. “Would you mind, darlin, if I finished what I started earlier?” He asks, pushing the skirt of your dress up around your hips. 

“I think you did finish what you started.” 

“Mmm mmm. You may have cum, but it wasn’t by my tongue.” He whispers against your lips. 

You grin, pushing yourself up off his lap, Cal pulls your panties down and let’s one hand skim up your thigh to your ass, he grips it, and his other hand holds your thigh as he gets comfortable. He scoots down and rests his head on the back of the couch, “up?” You ask.

“Yeah baby, C’mere.” He helps you situate over his face and pulls you down how he wants you, locking one arm around your thigh, and reaching up to pull the top of the dress down. As he licks a stripe over your clit, he starts to palm over your breasts. He doesn’t waste any time either, immediately licking his tongue up inside you. You squirm and he chuckles, “see if I’d really been done then you wouldn’t be squirming like this.” He murmurs, flicking his tongue over your clit before sucking on it. 

“I’d still squirm.” You whine. 

“It’s a different squirm.” He smacks your ass. “Now, be my good girl and cum on my tongue.” 

“Oh god… stud, please.” You moan, gripping into his bicep and hair, rolling your hips. 

He’s murmuring something into you, while working hard to make you cum with just his tongue, one of his favorite ways to make you cum. 

“Calum, Calum, Calum.” You chant, digging your nails in and pulling his hair. 

He licks you through your orgasm and then pulls you down into his lap. His face is shiny and wet from your juices. He holds your face and pulls you in for a kiss. “The sweetest thing,” he murmurs. “I love the sounds you make.” 

You giggle, “I love making them for you.” You pull away and pull at the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head, and Cal takes his shirt off. He grins as you sink to your knees between his legs and he helps you pull his pants down. 

“You don’t have to, you know?” He mentions. 

“Why wouldn’t I want to?” You smirk, licking the tip, getting the taste of precum and then sitting up to kiss him, he easily meets you halfway. You plant sloppy wet kisses on his cock, using your hand to spread it. “Do you know how many nights I’d get home from a long day of class and work, and I’d just wanna see you, and be naked with you. And I’d call and by the time you answered, I’d remember you weren’t home.” 

“Is that when I get the voice memos and pictures?” 

“Mmhmm… and video calls for when I was wishing I could be doing this.” You murmur before wrapping your lips around his tip. 

He hums and sweeps your hair up and off of your face, loosely holding it up for you. “This is why we’re so good together.” He cups your chin and caresses your cheek with his thumb. You look up at him with innocent eyes. “We love to please each other.” He groans, “pretty giiirrlll.” His hand tightens in your hair, “I need you darlin.” He moans, gently pulling your head off of him. 

“Cal…?” You slurp the bit of spit still connected to his cock, and he wipes what’s dripped down your chin. 

“I think I mentioned I’m having you on every surface in this place. And we don’t have time to waste… there’s a lot of space.” He smirks. Cal makes his way to the floor and pulls you into a kiss. 

“You want me over this couch?” You smirk. 

“I do, I very much do.” He grins. He can’t keep his hands off of you as you grab a pillow and kneel on, you put your hands on the couch but are waiting to press your chest against it. Calum situates himself behind you and he’s so slick when he pushes in. 

You let out a breathy laugh, Cal grips your hips and presses his lips to your shoulder, “holy shit, darlin.”

You turn your head for a kiss, but Cal is a little coy about it, brushes his nose against yours, ghosts his lips over yours, but never just kisses you like you want. He kisses your neck and you tangle your fingers in his curls, he brings a hand up to give attention to your breasts. 

You lean forward and Cal pulls his hand back, he gives you a little space and you start to control the pace, fucking yourself onto him. Cal loves this, loves the show, loves your ass, and loves the noises you make while pleasing yourself on him. He lets his fingers trail gently down your back before finally reaching around to rub your clit, only because he wasn’t going to last much longer and he needed you to cum too. 

Cal leans forward and bites your earlobe “c’mon darling.” He murmurs.

“I’m cumming, stud.” You moan out loudly, feeling him pushed all the way in and he’s against you. And then you feel his cum releasing into you, and you let out little moans as you move your hips against him, milking his cock. He pulls out super slow and admires his cum leaking out of you, 

“You know I love this view.” He murmurs, carefully tracing his finger over your cum covered pussy. He scoops you in his arms and pulls you into his lap as he collapses back to the couch. He gently palms your breasts and squeezes your nipples, “these sensitive little friends are gonna be the center of attention in the morning.” 

You trace your finger around his and grin, “... and these will be mine.” 

He bits his lip and pulls you into a kiss. “Let’s go get cleaned up and we’ll get a bottle of wine and we can sit outside and catch up?” 

“I’m kinda tired, Cal, and we have brunch at 10 tomorrow morning.” 

“I know, I know, I just don’t want this day to end. Ever.” He admits. 

Your heart kinda melts and you melt into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I don’t want it to end either.” You admit. He rubs your back for a few minutes and then you both get up and take a quick shower. 

You pull on the hoodie Cal brought for you, he pulls on basketball shorts and you both go to sit outside with the wine. You curl up in his lap because he wants you close. You finish the bottle of wine and stay up way longer than you should, just being together. The conversation was minimal but the cuddles and kisses were plenty. 

After the day of travel and the multiple orgasms, you both needed it. 

You fall asleep outside and are only woken when the sun starts to rise. Cal sleepily hoists you up and takes you to bed; both of you shedding the one piece of clothing you're wearing while he closes the curtains.

Calum pulls you into him once he’s in bed next to you and you swing your leg over his hip putting you on top of him. He presses his lips to yours. Your eyes don’t even open. “Cal.” You murmur against his lips. “Handsome…” 

He situates himself, tip just at your entrance, letting you decide if you want him that way. He's not surprised at all when you wiggle your hips to take him all the way in and then drop your legs to the side. 

You both slowly roll your hips against one another, building very slow orgasms, but it seemed to be noted that it wasn’t about that, it was just about being close. And to further solidify that, you both fall asleep before either of you finish. 

Cal is the first one up for the day, and he wants to get up, but he doesn’t want to move you. He thinks you look peaceful and you’re sitting still for once. He sweeps your hair out of your face and kisses your forehead, watching as you slowly start to wake up. “Hi.” You murmur, turning your head toward him. 

“Hey darlin.” He grins. “Sleep well?” 

“It’s nice to wake up with you.” You nod, yawning and stretching. 

“Yeah, it’s nice to wake up in you.” He smirks. 

You gently hit his chest, and then push yourself up. You slowly roll your hips a couple times, “you’re right, this is nice.” 

“You gonna get yourself off on me, then?” 

“Do you mind? I’m kinda into it now.” You wink with a smirk. 

“My pretty baby wants to use me to get off? I don’t mind at all.” He rubs his hands up your thighs and settles them on your hips for a moment. “I think I promised you more attention for these nipples today.” He murmurs, sitting himself up against the headboard. He immediately starts mouthing them. 

“Oh fuck.” You moan, you put your hands on his chest so you can grope him and pinch his nipples as well. 

If either of you thought this was gonna be slow, that thought is quickly gone as you get yourself bouncing on his cock, “that’s it darlin.” He encourages in a loud moan. 

Cal cums first and loudly, and he only takes a beat before lifting you off of his cock in favor of pushing his fingers in to work you. He cradles you to his chest as he quickly works his fingers in and out of you. Your flick your tongue over his nipples, sucking them occasionally, his grunts make you hotter, and aid in getting you off faster. 

“Calum…” you whine, arching your back. 

He tightens his arm around your waist and slows his fingers down, switching to a caress inside of you, watching you squirm as he coos, “so good darlin, I can feel it, you’re right there.” 

You let out a strangled whine, and grip into his chest as you cum, Cal pulls his fingers out but continues to rub his palm against your clit, keeping you from fully coming down for a while. “I missed this.” You admit, looking up for his lips. 

“Me too,” he murmurs. “The one time you truly need me. Otherwise you are just fine to be independent.” 

“I think you like it that way too.” You arch your back again. 

“Of course I do.” He chuckles, drawing his hand away. 

You finally look at the clock. “Cal.” You chuckle. “It’s fuckin noon.” 

“We were up late.” He reasons. 

“Breakfast ended at 10:30.” You pout. 

“I won’t let you starve little one, don’t worry, let’s get showered and we’ll find some food before hitting the beach.” He promises. 

The next few days go much the same way: time spent touching and being together, being outside, or trying to find food, because you inevitably miss all of the planned times the restaurants are open until dinner. 

“I gotta keep you inside today.” Cal murmurs after slow, wake up, cuddle sex. 

“Why?” You pout. 

“Your skin is so pink. I’m worried about you.” 

“What if we skip the beach? But we can still do the pool. It’s in the shade.” 

“I’m ok with that plan.” He chuckles. “C’mon, lets get some pool time in before lunch.” He gets out of bed and puts on his swim shorts and he helps you tie the back of your bikini top. You grab the pool towels and head out to the private pool. 

You spend the majority of the time wrapped around Cal and he’s perfectly happy with that. You whine about missing breakfast again, and how you wanted to partake in bottomless mimosas, he promises to make more of an effort to get up in the coming days, and keep his hands off so it’s possible, though you aren’t sure you want to sacrifice. 

After a couple hours Cal prompts you about your grumbling stomach and the two of you head inside to shower and get ready for lunch.

There’s nothing spectacular about it but he looks so happy when he’s looking at you from across the table, eyes red from the chlorine exposure and late nights, pink cheeks from all the laughing, his black curls falling perfectly on his head, and he's got the softest look on his face. 

You slowly head back to your room and Cal’s got his hands all over you. “Wanna nap?” He chuckles as you guys walk in.

“I could go for a nap if we’re planning another late night.” You admit. 

“All of our nights here are gonna be late, little one. I feel like it’s when you get the best of me.” He admits.

“It’s definitely the least guarded me.” You agree. 

“And that’s who I want.” He nods. It seems like he’s gonna say something else but his phone rings and you’re both confused by it for a minute, neither having heard your phones so much as vibrate in the days you’d been here. He picks it up and looks it over, “it’s Ash. He’s called a couple times.” 

You grab yours and look at him, “he called me too. Better answer.” 

“Hey, you’re on speaker.” Cal says, putting the phone on the table. 

“Hey. I’m sorry to bother you, I know this is your time away with your girl, but Kay Kay and i broke up and I think it’s for good this time and I really need someone to talk to.” 

You smile at Cal, “I’ll just… go for a short walk.” You shrug. 

“20 minutes Ash, that’s it.” Cal gives him a firm number, and watches as you walk out the door. 

As you wander around the resort, you notice all the Plumeria growing in the bright colors, it makes you think of Cal, and you decide to pick some to take back with you. 

You unlock the door back into the room and Cal is sitting on the couch, Ash rambling over speaker phone, he’s just nodding along and adding a couple little affirmations he’s still listening. He makes eye contact with you and then picks up his phone. 

“Ash, your 20 is up.” He cuts his friend off. 

“Yeah yeah yeah, ok. You two stay out of trouble.” He laughs. 

“Can’t get in trouble if we never leave the room.” You laugh. 

“Fair point.” He laughs loudly, “have fun and be safe. Take care of our boy.” Ash says before the phone beeps and the line goes quiet. 

“Whatcha got there?” Calum asks, looking at the flowers. 

“Oh! I dunno they made me think of you. I wanted you to see them.” You say, handing over the handful. 

Cal stares at the flowers in his hand for a moment and then looks at you, he pulls you in for a hug and squeezes you tight against him. “So sweet, darlin.”

You grin up at him and he kisses your nose, “well, we’ve had sex on the table, the coffee table, outside by the pool, the shower, counter in the bathroom, this chair, the couch, our bed… I think we gotta hit up the guest room.” You admit, winking at him. 

“I'm so glad you’re on board.” He smirks, he gently sets the flowers down and pulls you off your feet. 

You expect Cal to set you on the dresser or side table and have his way with you, but he carefully lays you back on the bed and undresses you slowly, letting his lips trail your entire body. He pulls away and leaves the room, you naked and spread on the bed, but he comes back with a cup in hand. He leans in for a kiss and then takes a drink from the glass, but the second he presses his lips to your stomach, you know he’s got ice in his mouth. You squeal when he wraps his lips around one of your nipples. 

“Seems like you could use a cool down after that walk.” He murmurs, switching to the other side. 

You tangle your fingers in his hair, and Calum kisses between your breasts and down over your belly to your core. You squeal again before he even makes contact, and you squirm. He gets another piece of ice in his mouth before kissing on each of your thighs. 

He pulls away and sheds his clothes. “You look like you’ve cooled down.” He murmurs, getting situated between your thighs. He grabs your thigh and rests it against his chest, leaning in for a kiss as he pushes in. 

This is different than it had been every time before, and you can feel it in Cal’s motions. He’s keeping you close, and keeping eye contact with you as much as possible. And though he’s done this before, he’s pouring emotion into every look. You grip your nails into his back as you're about to cum, and he nods at you, pressing your lips together. He cums just a bit after you and pulls out, letting himself rest against your body, head on your chest. You start gently scratching his scalp as the two of you say nothing. But you both feel content with that. 

Cal’s quiet the rest of the day. He’s doodling in his notebook and you’re tucked under his arm reading a book you’d bought at the airport, just enjoying being together. Every so often he’ll lean over to kiss your neck. 

You opt for dinner on the patio, Cal is very content in your bubble right now and he’s not wanting to introduce an outside presence to it. But that’s fine for you. 

You both change into the minimal clothing and you crawl back in his lap on the patio. “Hey little one.” He murmurs. 

“Handsome.” You snuggle against his chest and take a deep breath. Cal wraps his arms around you and plants kisses to the top of your head. You take another deep breath, “I love you, sweet boy.” You murmur. You feel his heart rate pick up in his chest. 

“I love you, little one.” He murmurs into the top of your head and you give him a squeeze. 

“You were right to keep me out of the sun today.” You mention, closing your eyes, nuzzling into his neck. “Skins a little tender.” 

He laughs in his chest, “I figured, that’s why we did the ice earlier.” 

“No, you just wanted to see how I’d react.” You chuckle, “and that’s ok. I liked it, stud.” 

“Oh pretty girl.” He hums. 

“I’m so happy right now.” You look up at him for a kiss. He’s slightly shocked when you reach between the two of you to pull his cock out so you can slide yourself on it.

“Me too.” He hums. 

Calum wakes you up early, kissing gently on your neck. “My love.” He murmurs. 

You realize you're in bed with no recollection of how you got there. “Hey bubba.” 

“You fell asleep kinda early last night.” 

“Sorry.” You pout. 

“For what? For needing some extra sleep after I’ve spent the last week having you over every surface of this room? Nothing worth apologizing for.” He chuckles. “But I love you.” He pushes the hair off your face, “and I wanna have you before I get you to brunch on time at least once this trip.” 

You can feel your face soften at the admission, “I love you.” You grin, gripping into him. 

Cal pulls you under him, and easily slips himself into you. This session is very similar to the one before dinner. He keeps you close, capturing all your moans and whines in a kiss. 

You love all the ways Cal has you, easily, but nothing is quite like when he’s above you. His necklaces dangling down against your chest, feeling his body work, watching the muscles in his arms tense and release with the rhythm, and it always makes you feel impossibly close to him. 

“Calum.. Calum… Calum…” the chant is light and breathy and he’s feeling the way you’re squeezing him. 

“I’ve gotcha my love. You can let go.” He presses his lips to yours and feels as you cum, and soon after fills you with his cum. Cal pulls out and immediately rolls you over so you’re on top of him. The two of you lay quietly for a while, Calum rubbing your back. You eventually get up and get showered, the two of you finally making your brunch reservation. 

“I’ve been kinda thinking about something.” Cal mentions, you look at him curiously, “I wanna do something to commemorate this trip. So many big things. And you brought me flowers yesterday. My heart swelled…” he pulls his notebook out and shows you what he had been drawing the day before. “I want to get tattoos. Like I’ll get one and you get one? If you're comfortable with that. I’d like them to be similar, but again, depends on how you feel about it.” He shrugs, watching you close. 

“I like that idea… what if… what did you say to me the other day? Koropiko? What if I write it for yours and you write it for mine? You’re always gonna be a part of me Cal.” 

“That’s exactly how I feel.” He grins. “I want you to take time to think about this, ok? I want to make sure it’s something you want. We have a few more days here.” 

“Bubba… I’d love to do this with you. I don’t need to think about it.” 

After brunch, Cal sets to work on finding a tattoo shop, he consults the concierge, and a couple other people who work at the resort, And by dinner, you have an appointment with the best artist around for the next day. 

“Where are you getting yours?” He asks, carefully tearing the page from his notebook before you head out. 

“I’m not entirely sure yet,” you admit, “maybe here?” You point to the spot just before where your elbow bends. “Where are you getting yours?” 

“Here.” He points to the spot between his Mali Koa tattoo and the alive tattoo on his wrist. “So I can see it.” He shrugs. 

“That’s why I wanted mine here.” You smile. Cal leans down for a kiss, and then grabs your hand as the two of you walk out of the room. 

“You wanna go first?” He asks, while the artist transfers his drawing to the transfer paper, after getting you both to do your writing of “Koropiko.” 

“Kinda… I’m a little nervous.” You admit. 

“You already have one.” He smiles, “I’ll be there the whole time, you can hold my hand.” He promises, pulling you in and kissing your forehead. 

“I know. I wish I had more like you, but I’m a scaredy cat.” You murmur. 

The artist interrupts your moment, “colors? We can do a few different ones, if you guys wanna come look and we can decide and get started.” 

Cal very quickly picks a light pink with a dark pink toward the center of the flower, like the ones you brought for him, and you decide on the white and yellow ones, that you’d seen across the island as well. 

The tattoos are done quick, you’re both done within a couple hours, and then you head back. 

“Hey, wanna put on that dress for me tonight?” He asks, referring to the black dress he’d asked you to bring for a more dressed up night out. 

“Sure handsome.” You agree. 

“Feels like it’s the right night for it.” He shrugs. 

“I mean, let’s be real Cal, you could keep me naked in bed and this would be my favorite vacation ever.” You smirk. 

He grins and you both collapse on the couch together, you under his arm. You turn over your arm and look at the tattoo under the cellophane. And Cal moves his arm next to yours. “You’ve got my handwriting tattooed on you.” He murmurs. 

“And your drawing… you’ve got my handwriting.” You press your lips to his collarbone. 

“Happy to.” He nods grinning at you. He presses a gentle kiss on to your neck, leaving a trail up to your ear. He gently sucks on the lobe. “I want you.” He whispers. “Watching you get my design and my writing inked on your skin…” he lets out a little moan. 

“Calum.” You giggle, turning your face to him, letting him lock your lips together. 

“C’mon, we can shower, it’s about time to rinse these anyway, and we can have some fun in the shower.” 

“So you can’t wait for tonight?” You double check with a smirk. 

“No ma’am I cannot. Gonna need you now.” He confirms, scooping you in his arms to whisk you away to the shower. He carefully removes the cellophane from your arm and then his, and pulls you into the shower. “We’re gonna have to use the tub together tomorrow.” Cal starts the water and very diligently and gently helps you wash your tattoo, followed by his own before pulling you into him. “I love you.” He murmurs, holding you tight, pressing his lips over your face and neck. 

“Cal.” You moan, and he pulls you off your feet and presses you against the wall. He teases, fingers at your entrance and against your clit, and then moves to the tip of his cock. He switches to teasing kisses too, barely swiping his tongue across your lip and not allowing you to deepen the kiss. You whine against this mouth, and he finally pushes in, letting you know he hears you. He buries himself deep and just teasingly rolls his hips, not giving you enough friction to do anything with. “You really gonna tease me this much Hood?” 

“Just a gentle reminder of who always takes care of you.” He murmurs. 

“How could I ever forget?” You moan. “Please stud.” 

He starts to move his hips more and you grip hard into his skin. Cal gives you a full blown kiss and bites your lip as he pulls away. “You’re beautiful.” He caresses his thumb across your cheek. 

You cling tighter to him and he rocks his hips deeper into you, finally bringing you both to orgasm. 

You watch Cal get dressed, putting on his nice pants and the button down he brought, slipping the belt through the belt loops. He eyes you as he does it, “You gonna behave?” He asks, knowing that belt drives you wild. 

“I find it interesting you brought that belt.” 

“I wasn’t exactly expecting us to be as… love drunk?... as we’ve been.” He admits. “Thought we’d get some other use out of it.” He smirks. 

“Mmkay.” You raise your eyebrows and think about all the things that have happened with that belt. 

Cal can tell you’re slightly distracted as you sit next to each other in the booth at dinner. “Thought you were gonna behave?” He whispers as your hand slides up his thigh. 

“I’m not jerking you off under the table… so I’d call that behaving.” You joke. 

“I don’t think I’d be opposed. Remember when I made you cum at dinner when you came to visit? With ash sitting right across from us?” 

“Fuckin hot.” You groan. “Did you ever figure out if he knew?” You chuckle. 

“Oh he definitely knew. He didn’t want to embarrass you though, little miss.” He kisses your cheek. “Please keep behaving. We can play with the belt back in the room. You’re ass has not been sore at all.” He whispers. 

“I was hoping you’d want to use it in other ways.” You smirk.

“I’m open love, just be good for me.” He gives you his serious eyes. 

“Cal, I understand. No shenanigans at dinner.” You laugh. “I’ll be a good girl.” You sit back against the seat. 

“My good girl,” he murmurs in your ear, squeezing your knee. 

“You have to be good too…” you pout, “I did learn to fashion that belt into restraints.” You remind him. 

“And I’ve been waiting for you to use it on me ever since.” He chuckles, not really sure if you’re serious. 

You can’t get back to the room fast enough and the first thing that’s done is the belt is pulled through the loops and tossed to the bed, the only thing they two of you were gonna need besides the lube already next to the bed. 

Cal loves it as he watches you take charge, immediately watching you grab for the belt first once you’re down to your lingerie. “This comes with a price.” He reminds you. 

“And as you’ve already pointed out, my ass hasn’t been sore like that this trip.” You shrug. You push him to the bed and he holds his hand above his head, wrists together, he grins as you straddle him, leaning over and very obviously putting your tits in his face. He uses his teeth to move the fabric so he can get his mouth around your nipple while you work. He knows you’re taking your time and pretending to fuss with the belt so that you can keep him doing that. He switches over to the other nipple. “Baby boy,” you coo, pressing your breasts more onto his face before abruptly sitting up.

You get off of him, working his underwear down his legs, he spreads his legs and you sit on your knees between them. You gently run your hand over his balls and hard cock where it rests against his stomach. You leave his pink headed cock alone for a moment while you reach to take the bra off, leaving you in your panties. “I like you like this. I can play with your cock how I want,” you lean up to kiss him, “no guidance from you.” 

“No physical guidance… still got a mouth, little miss.” He tsks. 

“And I’ve still got panties I can stuff in there.” You wink, straddling his hips and slipping his hard cock into your panties, rubbing yourself against him. 

“You’re so wet for me.” He grins. 

“That seems right.” You grin, pushing yourself up, hands on his chest. You slowly roll your hips, letting his hard cock slip between your pussy lips, rubbing against your clit. “Holy hell stud.” You grin, “should I just make us cum like this?” You ponder out loud.

“I hate that I can’t touch you.” He groans, pulling at his restraints. 

“I know handsome.” You slow your hips to a painful pace and then slide him out. You push up off him and pull your panties down, leaning in to kiss him. “Can’t wait to suck your cock.” You whisper, sucking his ear lobe. You pull away, “open up.” You ball up your panties. 

“You sure you wanna do that? I know you love to hear me moan.” He smirks, but then opens his mouth. 

“I can handle the muffled moans for a bit.” You push the fabric into his mouth, “that ok?” You double check. He nods, “great!” You press your lips to his and start to kiss down his neck, over his chest tattoos. You take the time to flatten your tongue against each of his nipples, you enjoy his back arching off the bed and his muffled moan as you suck them. “Baby boy,” you coo, leaving open mouth kisses down over his stomach, finally letting your lips meet his red tip, just beginning to leak. You lavish your tongue over his sensitive cock, taking him in your mouth.

When you finally take him in your throat, you realize instantly how much you miss hearing him, it’s one of your favorite parts about being with Cal, you slick up his cock with extra spit and pull off, wrapping your hand around his cock and kissing back up his chest, bringing your mouth back to his nipples. You can hear the muffled moans better, being so close to him, but as you flick your tongue over his right nipple and twist your hand around his cock, you want more, you gently wrap your free hand around his throat, and continue working your other wrist, “so hot like this baby boy… but you’re right, I miss the moans, at least this way I can feel them.” You grin. Cal’s enjoying it, he loves this and you can definitely tell by the look on his face. But you also know he’s gonna turn this on you as soon as he gets the chance. 

“Try and let me know before you cum baby boy?” You ask, speeding your hand up. It’s only a couple minutes and he starts pulling at his hands, and whining more than moaning, “oh, is it time?” You give a teasing smirk, and a quick squeeze at his neck before moving to take him back in your mouth. Cal’s hips thrust into your mouth, spilling his hot cum as he goes. You swallow most of it and pull off, pressing your body against his, laying on top of him as you pull the fabric from his mouth. 

He comes in agressively for a kiss, forcefully licking into your mouth, hunting down the traces of his cum, and the small bit left under your tongue for him. “Ready to switch this up?” He grins. 

“What’s tonight’s specialty?” You ask, pushing yourself up to undo his hands. 

“Well… you muffled me… i want you to scream, so you aren’t cumming till you’re loud enough.” He explains, waiting for his hands to be free. Once they are, he grabs for the belt and scoops you against him, kissing you slowly, “gonna be hard for you. I know you’re already worked up and once I use this belt on your ass?” He murmurs against your lips, swallowing your moan. 

It takes nothing for Cal to flip you over his lap, you haven’t often explored these sides of each other but you’re definitely interested in doing more. 

He smooths his hand down your back, and over your ass, gently pinching it. Cal teases the leather over your ass, and then lets you have a soft spank with it. It still stings and you grip into the bed spread. “You’re so hot when you’re in charge.” He praises, letting the belt meet your ass again, “but, you’re amazing like this too.” 

Cal gives you ten, not doing them any harder than needed for a little sting and to turn your ass red. You’re already moaning when he finishes that, turning you over, you look up at him as he gently runs his fingers between your breasts and down to your core, feeling how wet you are. He takes note of your hard nipples. He tweaks them, while his fingertips on his other hand gently, lightly, tease your clit.

“Cal.” You whine, “c’mon stud, touch me.”  

“Oh I am, little miss.” He teases. “Don’t you feel this?” He rubs your clit slightly harder, and pulls his fingers away, instead rubbing his soaked digits over your nipples. “Ever since you first jumped me when I was wearing this belt, I’ve always wondered what your obsession was?” He reaches for the leather, careful to not touch the cool buckle with his hand. He lightly drags it across your skin, and over your nipples, watching your body shudder. “Is it this buckle?” He changes his grip on the belt, folding it half, “the soft leather?” He trails it across your thighs, and gently slaps it across your pussy. 

He watches your body writhe across his lap, and grins, letting the belt fall against your skin again. “Pretty baby.” He grins, “gonna be loud for me?” He checks, resituating the two of you, you on your back and spread open for him, him on his stomach. He playfully nips at your thighs, his tongue gently licks over your lips. 

You know he’s playing the long game. This whole thing is gonna be torturous, slow. He gently licks your core, splitting your lips slightly to find your clit, soaked, swollen, throbbing already. He rolls his tongue over the flesh before pulling it between his lips, starting the lightest sucking sensation you think you’ve ever felt. 

You suck in a sharp breath, “fuuck baby boy.” You moan. 

“You’re gonna have to be louder than that little miss.” He murmurs into your folds. 

He keeps up the slow pace, working just one finger in, and then two. You let out a long sigh and tangle your fingers in his curls and something seems to snap in him. He withdraws his fingers and pushes them into your mouth. He waits for you to clean them and then pulls you back against his mouth, angling your hips slightly up as he starts to loudly lick and suck your most sensitive parts. He tilts your hips up, moving his body so he can easily push his tongue in, flicking it against your opening, feeling you shake against him. He pulls away, knowing you're close, “what did I say?” He asks, smacking your clit with the flat of his hand, you jolt, and try to pull away, but he holds you tighter, delivering another smack with the flat of his hand, you whimper hard. “you’re gonna have to be a hell of a lot louder than that love, I can barely hear you.” He taunts delivering another, you make sure the following whimper is much louder in volume, but he still delivers another smack, dissatisfied with what he hears. “C’mon little miss, I know you can be louder.” 

Your hips buck, he grips them harder and lightly rubs his fingertip over your clit. “Please Cal!” You whine. 

“Little miss,” he’s almost stern as he lets his tongue lick around your opening, “begging isn’t going to help you here. I know you wanna cum, I can feel it. Need you to be loud for me.” He reminds you. 

“Calum, fuck.” You whine louder, “stud… please.” You cry out. 

“There we go… keep that up baby and I’ll let you cum.” He promises, going back to noisily eating your pussy. His face is covered in your juices, you can feel his cheeks against your thigh. His tongue dips back inside as his nose rubs against your clit, his free hand touching your body any and everywhere he can. 

Your loud moans are broken up with softer whines, fingers pulling hard on his hair. “Calum.” You moan out, louder than before, he palms over your breast, cupping it, rolling the nipple between his thumb and finger and your hips buck as you chant his name, cumming on his tongue. He licks you through, grinning as he watches you writhe against his mouth and pull desperately at the bed spread. 

“So proud of you little miss,” he murmurs, slowly licking over sensitive spots. He gently sets your hips back on the bed, kissing up your body to pull you close giving you an intense open mouth kiss. “How do you feel?” He murmurs against your lips. 

You bury your face against his chest, “we need to explore these sides of us more often.” You murmur. You feel him chuckle. 

“Yeah I don’t know if I’d ever get enough of you like that… in either situation.” 

“I could say the same for you.” You look up at him and he kisses your nose. 

You lay together, kissing softly until it turns needy and you throw your leg over his hip and and it turns into slow sex, rolling your hips together, moaning into kisses. 

“Caaaal,” you drawl, digging your fingers into his skin, he pulls you closer, bodies melding together. 

“That’s it Darlin.” He murmurs, encouraging you further. It’s probably only minutes but it feels like and entire lifetime together when you both finally cum, you first and cal just a few moments behind. You both lay quietly, him still buried in you, lightly dragging his fingertips up and down your back, as if he knows that more than that could be too much for you. “Wanna take a bath with me?” He asks. 

“Yeah.” You murmur. He knows you're exhausted, he can feel it in the way you rest on him. And he admires for a second that even if you don’t get to spend as much time together as either of you would like, he still knows you and your body so well. He presses several kisses to the top of your head and across your cheeks when you look up at him. “What’s that for?” You giggle. 

“Felt like you needed some affection. And I am happy to give it.” He wraps his arms tight around you and drags you both from the bed. He sets you on the counter as he readies the bath, a quick reminder that you can’t submerge the tattoos, and you sink beneath the water between his thighs, taking a deep breath, letting out a sigh. “You alright?” He whispers, arm wrapping around your waist. 

“Mmm.” You nod, twining your fingers with his, “just really sad this is coming to an end, Cal. We’ve never had time like this, and it’s been such a, like… dream?” 

“I hear you. But, I have time off, and I’m so excited for what your plan is. And I’m happy to support you.” 

“You know launching this is gonna be such a big ordeal, and I’ll have very little time.” 

“Darlin, I’m aware. But I can’t wait to be a doting boyfriend for a bit and really get to experience this with you. You’ve worked so hard and built yourself to this point. I’m so fuckin proud of you.” He pulls you tight against him and kisses on your cheek and neck for emphasis. “What do you think about champagne tonight? Maybe a little snack too?” 

“I feel very positively about both of those things tonight.” You chuckle, turning to kiss him. 

“Good.” He murmurs against your lips. It quickly turns into a make out session that Cal has to stop from going much further. “Let’s go relax.” He whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. 

So you take up your spot on his lap out by the pool, a bottle of champagne that you’re both taking pulls off, and some chocolate and fruit. 

“This couldn’t be more perfect, my love.” He murmurs.

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[shinsouskitten]

Heyo! This is my first time requesting so I hope this isn't a bad request. So lately I've been watching these TikTok compilations of people getting naked infront of their bf/gf on YT and I just had this AMAZING idea. How would Shoto, Shinso, Kaminari, Bakugo, and Hawks react to their s/o doing that? (I also heard you're a Yagami Yato fan!!! Yay!)

Honestly I’ve been dying to do some tiktok pranks, but I didn’t know if anyone would actually enjoy them, so your request certainly isn’t a bad one. I kinda did a mix of the towel dropping trend and straight up stripping cause I wanted to do a bit of both so I hope that’s okay

And yeah, I’m a huge Yagami fan. I really want to get her patreon but I’m a broke bitch 😣 

I’m so happy I was able to finish this in time to post it today

Anyway… Time to get naked! 

All characters are aged up (except Hawks)

Warnings: suggestive themes, implied nudity (does it count as implied or is it just straight up nakedness?), Bakugou

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❄️🔥 Shōto Todoroki: 

The two of you sat on the sofa, your phones held in your hands as you navigated through app after app to find something to do. You saw a tiktok pop up on your page, of someone recording their partner’s reaction to the stripping, and Shōto’s current aimless scrolling made it the perfect situation. 

You took your phone, resting it against a glass on the coffee table in front of you as nonchalantly as possible. You set the timer to record, turning off the volume so Shōto wouldn’t hear it, before beginning to take your shirt off. 

When he didn’t turn you sighed, standing up to take off your pants to hopefully gauge a better reaction. This time he turned his head slightly, his eyes taking a quick glance over your body before returning to look at your face. 

“Oh hi y/n.” He said, turning back to his phone.

“Shōto.” You whined, ending the recording on your phone. “You’re meant to react more.”

He turned to look at you again, a small smile on his face. “Sorry, baby.”

You sighed, placing your phone face down on the coffee table before flopping down on the sofa, your head falling in his lap as you stared up at him. He leant forward to put his phone next to yours, before twirling a hand in your hair softly. 

“I’ve seen you naked before.” He said simply.

You rolled your eyes. He could say those kinds of things with such a monotone expression, but you still found yourself flushing each time he did so. 

“Yeah but it was for tiktok.” You frowned.

Shōto smiled softly. “We can try again if you want.”

“Is this your way of saying you want me to strip for you?” You asked with a laugh.

“Perhaps.” He replied, and you felt yourself smiling as he stared down at you.

He might be a bit clueless, but he’s still cute.

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💜 Hitoshi Shinsou:

Just one more game. That’s what he’d said two hours ago. You’d lost track of the amount of rounds he’d been playing, but by now your eyes were tired of the blue light illuminating your bedroom. You knew how difficult it was to convince Shinsou to go to sleep, but it was practically impossible when Kaminari messaged him asking to play some games online with him. 

You would both be tired and grumpy in the morning, so you decided to try and convince Shinsou another way. 

As he stared at the screen, you grabbed your phone from beside your bed, placing it in front of you as you called out to Shinsou. He turned for a moment, but his attention was quickly drawn back to the tv as Kaminari’s voice flooded the speakers.

“C’mon man I wanna win for once.”

Rolling your eyes, you decided to elevate your persuasion. You waited until the round he had been playing ended, pressing record as the next one began to load. Calling for him again, he turned, and you began to slowly peel your shirt (well, it was technically his shirt) up your body. When it passed your head you tossed it to the side.

Shinsou smiled, tongue darting out to wet his lips as his eyes trailed up and down your torso, now naked before his eyes. 

“Hey Kami.” He said, eyes never leaving yours. “You’re gonna have to play the next game on your own.”

“Is it y/n again? I wanted to wi-”

You chuckled as he ended the call, turning off his console before strolling to join you on your bed. You picked up your phone before he got to you, ending the recording and placing it back on your bedside table.

“Was that for Tiktok?” He asked.

You nodded silently.

“Of course it was.” He chuckled.

You pouted. “I was tired of you playing.”

“Well unfortunately I’ve got some more to play.” 

You frowned, thinking he was going to return to his games again, until Shinsou leant closer, cupping your face with one hand while the other began to trail down your chest. 

I guess there’s more than one way to get him to sleep.

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⚡ Denki Kaminari:

To be honest, Denki’s probably done the exact same prank on you (Denki is a tiktoker change my mind).

You were determined to get him back. And Lady Luck had decided to shine on you today, because you had the perfect opportunity. He was playing a game, headphones blocking his ears from you as he spoke with the rest of the Bakusquad. 

You tapped his shoulder to tell him you were going to take a quick shower. He turned to look at you for a moment, opening his mouth as if to speak, before his attention was pulled back to the game at Bakugou’s insistent yells of ‘pay attention you damn extra’. 

After your shower, you wrapped your towel around your body loosely, one hand gripping the fabric while the other grabbed your phone to begin recording. You slipped back into the room, mildly annoyed when Denki didn’t even turn to greet you. You let your towel fall away, before tossing it across to land on Denki’s head. 

He pulled the towel from his head and threw it to the ground, throwing you a quick frown before he turned back to the tv. Mere seconds after he faced the screen he turned to look at you again, eyes widening as he took in your naked figure with a bright smile.

You heard a yell from his headset, presuming it was Bakugou when the screen flashed game over in bright red letters. 

“I gotta go.” Denki said into the mic.

You laughed, stopping the recording as he stood up to walk over to you.

“I was wondering when you’d get me back.” He smiled, his hands resting on your hips as he pressed a kiss to your head. “But you know, it’d be a shame to waste this opportunity.”

“Do you think about anything other than sex?” You chuckled.

“Of course.” He replied. “I think about you. But how can you blame me with this beautiful sight.”

You smiled, tossing your phone to the side as you wrapped your arms around Denki’s shoulders.

“You’re not saying it’s a bad idea.” He said, raising an eyebrow at your silence. “That clearly means you think it’s a great one.”

You rolled your eyes, but leant forward to kiss him. 

“It’s an okay idea.” You murmured against his lips.

You yelped as he pinched your hip, opening your mouth to scold him, but your words failed you as his hands began to trail to where you wanted them most.

“Just okay?” He asked.

You nodded, head falling against his neck as he continued to trail his fingers across your skin.

A great ending to a great prank.

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💥 Katsuki Bakugou:

You sighed in your bed, blankets wrapped around you as you waited for your boyfriend to come home. He’d been swarmed with work recently, so you hadn’t seen as much of him as you would’ve liked. 

When you heard the click of your door, you jumped up, racing through your apartment to see Bakugou taking off his shoes with a sour expression.

“Hey.” You smiled, walking over to drape your arms around his shoulders. 

He grunted in response, brushing your arms off as he plopped down on the sofa. He lay his head back, eyes falling shut as he muttered something about stupid villains thinking they own the place.

As you watched him the idea came into your mind. You felt in your pockets for your phone, relieved to find it there. Careful not to disturb your boyfriend, you placed it so only Bakugou would be seen by the camera. As you pressed record, you cleared your throat, annoyed when he didn’t even react.

With a sigh you pulled your shirt over your head, throwing it across the room where it landed in Bakugou’s lap. His eyes shot open, noticing the clothing in front of him, before his head snapped to look at you.

“Oi dumbass what are you doing?!” He shouted, but you could see the blush spreading across his face. 

“Something wrong?” You asked innocently.

Bakugou let out a low growl, before his gaze fell to the phone propped up next to you. 

“Is this for tiktok?!” He screamed, leaping towards you to rip the phone away before you could stop him.

You pouted as he glared down at the screen, ending the recording and tossing your phone to the other end of the room.

“If you’ve broke that-” You began, but you were interrupted by a finger on your lips.

“You shouldn’t be worried about the phone.” Bakugou said, red eyes boring into yours. 

Your mouth fell open in a silent ‘o’ as his hands slipped around your waist, letting out a scream as he threw you over his shoulder.

Suffice to say your phone wasn’t the only thing he broke that night.

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🍗 Keigo Takami (Hawks):

There was something droning on in the background, some boring show you couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to. Instead, your attention was fixed on your boyfriend, who was laying back on your sofa, wings splayed out behind him as one arm sat curled around your waist. 

Coming up with an idea, you excused yourself from his grip, and his head turned to look at you as you propped your phone up to face him. 

He raised an eyebrow, his golden eyes following your every movement as you began to peel off each layer of your clothes. By the time you were in your underwear, Keigo had grown impatient, and he stood up, appearing next to you within seconds.

“Well hello there.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, holding up a finger to press pause on the scene as you retrieved your phone, checking that you hadn't been visible on the screen. When you were satisfied, you placed it down again, this time ensuring it wasn’t recording, before turning back to Keigo.

“You know if you were into recording stuff you could’ve just said so.” He said, his eyes still not leaving your body.

You laughed again, but leant forward to press a kiss to his lips, your hands tangling in his hair as he returned the affection. His hands trailed across your body, at one point stopping to pinch your hip. Keigo used your shock as an excuse to slip his tongue into your mouth, and his grip tightened on your waist.

You groaned as he pulled away, but your breath caught in your throat as you felt his hand slip in between your thighs. 

Maybe you should prank him more often.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #boku no hero #shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki x reader #bnha shoto #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinsou x reader #bnha shinsou #denki kaminari #denki kaminari x reader #bnha denki #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha bakugou #hawks #hawks x reader #bnha hawks #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader

[ladyanput]

For the Salt!Prompts, my HC Adrien is abused in his household. When with the people he's comfortable with he's practically like a kitten, trying to soak in the love he's been neglected of. No one ever sees what he looks like when someone pushes him. Until Lila tries to kiss him, with Alya encouraging her because Lila let out a sob story about how Adrien, her bf, doesn't give her affection in public. (Feel free to use any pairing. Though it'd be cool to see No tearing into someone

Oh yeah, Adrien is abused alright. I think it's pretty much canon at this point.

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Marinette sighed heavily as Adrien practically curled up on her lap as she tried to sketch, shooting a playful glare down at her boyfriend.

"This is getting ridiculous, you know that, right?" Mari gave a wry smile, stroking Adrien's golden hair from his face as she planted a soft kiss on his lips.

"Don't be mean, Mari, he just wants love." Luka easily plucked his boyfriend off his girlfriend's lap and brought him over to Luka's bed for some cuddles. He kissed Adrien softly, causing the boy to purr loudly.

"I know, but I need to have at least another concept fit Jagged by the end of the week." Mari rolled her eyes, but her smile turned tender as she watched her boyfriends.

They were at Luka's place, locked up in his room to be hidden away from the rest of the world for a while; Adrien's abusive father, Marinette's non stop difficulties with Lila, and

Luka with his sudden estrangement from Kitty Section after they kicked him out of the band.

"Just join us, Nette, I wanna cuddle." Adrien whined, eagerly reaching out, making grabby hands in the direction of his beautiful girlfriend. Marinette sighed and gave it, striding over to the bed and snuggling in, Adrien sandwiched between the two people he loved.

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Marinette sighed as she stared out the window at the pouring rain. Adrien was late again, no doubt being held up by that monstrous father of his. She closed her eyes and tried to assure herself that her boyfriend would soon be out of that. Adrien was managing to sneak money into a bank account under his name alone a bit at a time; she was working on commissions more frequently, and Luka has been working extra hard at his job. Hopefully, in a month, they could all move into an apartment together.

Her thoughts were list as soon as she heard sobbing. Marinette watched from her seat in the back of the class as Lila wailed rather loudly, showing theatrics as she sobbed into her hands.

"H- he won't even let me hug him, Alya! We've been dating for over three months and I can't even hold his hand." Lila whimpered, hugging Alya tightly, sobbing into her shoulder as the journalist rubbed her back in sympathy.

"That's just not right." Alya muttered, scowling as she glanced up at Nino. "I understand not rushing into a kiss, but not even hugging your girlfriend? That's just not right."

"I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't hug Mylène." Ivan spoke up, pulling his girlfriend close for a tight hug.

"Or kisses from Juleka." Rose piped up, gripping her girlfriend's hand tightly.

It was then Adrien entered. He looked visibly drained, dark shadows under his eyes, his hair slightly greasy. He paused in the doorway when the entire class turned to look at him.

"Good morning. Sorry that I'm late." He murmured, making his way to his seat. When he took a seat, everyone noticed how he purposely kept as much distance as he could between himself and Lila.

"Adrien, today is a very important day." Alya grinned as she set a hand onto his shoulder, not noticing how he tensed. The sight made Marinette's blood boil as everyone seemed to ignore his discomfort. "Today you finally give your girlfriend a proper hug."

"Wha-" Adrien didn't have time to react as he was shoved into Lila. Her arms wrapped around him like a vice and a warm kiss was planted on his cheek, leaving a pink imprint. Panic set in and he began to tremble. "L- let me go!"

"Come on, Adrien, I just want a hug, it will make me so happy." Lila whined, her grip tightening as she leaned close, her lips pressing against his ear. He flinched as her nails dug into his back. "And we both know your father wants me happy."

His breathing became more frantic before he roughly shoved Lila away, causing her to tumble to the floor. He rushed passed the dumbstruck class, clinging tightly to Marinette. He was on his knees, his arms wrapped around her waist as he sobbed into her lap.

"Mari, please, I can't take it anymore, please, I don't want to anymore." Adrien whimpered, glancing up at his girlfriend. Marinette's tender gaze met his and she nodded, taking his hand into her own and standing, using her free hand to wipe away his tears.

Alya stepped forward as soon as the duo headed towards the classroom door, but Marinette turned and shot her a look that could kill.

"Force him into anything like that again and I assure you it will be the last that you have hands."

Marinette took Adrien back to her place, cuddling with him in her bed as her parents brought them up comfort cookies and hot chocolate. A text to Luka and he was there ten minutes later, joining the cuddle pile.

"You don't have to go back, Adrien." Marinette whispered, stroking Adrien's back, smiling as he pressed into her hand, so starved for a loving touch. "You're eighteen, you don't ever have to go back."

"We'll give you all the love you need." Luka assured, kissing Adrien's cheek, before resting his back against the headboard of the bed. He grabbed his guitar off of the floor and began to play a soothing soft as Adrien curled up on his lap, with Marinette stroking his head.

The young model fell asleep surrounded by love, his mind finally at ease.

#lukadrinette #miraculous salt #lila salt

[tinyhwng]

Stray Kids Reaction to you accidentally calling them “baby”

—genre; fluff x100

—msg; idk i just thought of this. also i got really invested and made hyunjin and everyone after just a bit more longer than the rest.(you can tell lmao)  anyways, enjoy!

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Chan

it was late and you asked your bf to toss a hair tie to you

“baby can you toss me that”

you didn’t realize what you said until you saw the giggling mess your boyfriend was in

“baby huh?”

you immediately retract your statement and ask for him to forget that you had said anything

still teases you

you sigh and turn your back on him

he comes and turns the chair back towards him

“i’m sorry, are you mad?— i mean i’ve been meaning to call you that too”

now you’re the giggling mess

he smiles and admires the image of you laughing

“baby it is then”

“it’s time for bed, babygirl”

read the rest of the members under

Woojin

your relationship was still fresh and new

only calling each other by a syllable of each other’s name

you just happened to slip up this one time you asked for a drink

he was getting up to get snacks from the kitchen during your movie night

“woo, baby can you get me something cold from the fridge?”

he left without a problem, only realizing it as he grabbed the drink from the fridge

he makes his way back, going back to cuddling session yall had

“i liked the sound of that”

“sound of what?”

“baby.”

your face in shock, realizing you had slipped up

“ahaha... forget that.”

“what no, y/n- i mean, baby it was cute.”

you hide your face, blushing uncontrollably as he gives you a big squeeze

“please, keep calling me that.”

Minho

you were whipped for him 24/7 but that was nothing new

however, sometimes, you were just a little too whipped

you were watching him play with his cats and words just naturally came out of you

“omg, baby you look cute”

he turns to you, his eyes widening in shock

“y/n that’s disgusting” he teased

your own words flustered you, pressing your hand over your lips to keep it sealed

“i literally didn’t mean to say that-”

he jumps on you, cradling you

“no i was kidding.” 

his face also red from blushing

“i was thinking of names i could call you but baby sounds perfect.” he gives you multiple smooches, reassuring you that he liked it.

“you’re my baby and these are our babies” he laughs, pointing at his cats.

Changbin

he thinks you’re the most hilarious person in the world

after him of course

he just laughs or smiles at anything you say

but of course, you also found some of his jokes extremely hilarious

he makes a joke and it got your WHOLE ass quaking

bitch u couldn’t breathe

“shit, baby that was priceless-”

“fuck”

you turn to him, his face red visibly heating up

“let’s forget i just said that”

“eeeeee”

inhuman noises idk

“what? no, say it again”

he pleads, his face scrunching up in anticipation

“b-baby”

“oh em gee. call me that from now on. “

“bin-”

“it’s BABY!”

Hyunjin 

babying your boyfriend was your favourite job

you were tiny compared to him 

still, he was your BIG baby

but one time, you were in the mood to be babied instead

you wanted for his attention, his mind attentive to his phone as he watched his live performance

having one earphone on, he was too distracted to attend to you

you were gonna call him how you always did when u babied him but your tongue wanted otherwise

“baby~”

he takes a look at you, removing his earphone right away

“I didn’t catch that, y/n. what did you say?” he said, a big smirk painted across his face

you shake your head, pretending what happened never occurred

“i don’t know what you’re talking about-”

as you tried to leave to fix yourself, he tugs you back 

you fell into his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist

“i’ve always wanted to hear that from you.”

your flustered ass tried to avoid his gaze, feeling humiliated 

“i tried to say jinnie, i swear-”

“no, no more jinnie. baby is my name now.”

he pulls your face to look at his

“you have my attention now, baby.”

Jisung

you were watching him perform once

it wasn’t your first time but you were too invested to control yourself

the whole crowd was screaming so you were screaming along

not that you planned to do so

but he was asked to do some cute things and immediately after the crowd went wild

your voice was too distinctive for him to not notice though

“LET’S GO! THAT’S MY BABY!” you screamed, practically at the top of your lungs

jisung stopped midway his speech, laughing to himself hearing your voice loud and clear

after the show ended you met him backstage

he zoomed into your embrace telling him how proud u were

“can you say that thing again?” his eyes pleaded

“what thing?”

“the thing- what you were screaming earlier”

“let’s go, that’s my-” your face shift in realization

“ahhh, y/n, continue it” he whined

you hide your face, too embarrassed to say it

“ok i’ll do it then, baby. baby y/n, let’s go see the boys now”

you nod, sticking beside him he guided you to the room

“my baby is so cute.”

Felix 

constantly talking to you or talking about you theres no in between 

whipped™

he was overseas for a tour so you guys resorted to facetiming every night

it’s been almost a whole week without him and you were m i s s i n g him

 two different timezones,  he called you while it was night where he was

you could tell he was exhausted but he called you anyways

“lix, you should go and rest”

he murmurs a no, his voice getting deeper as time passed

you were running out of options to get him to rest and you didnt wanna just end the call cause it would upset both you and him

as you were calling him by his nicknames, your brain couldn’t keep up with what you were saying

lets just say mistakes were made

he jolts up immediately, screaming for your attention

“baby? is that what you call me now?”

“wait felix, no, i didn’t mean to.”

he mocks you, repeating what you said multiple times

“lix, i just wanted you to go to sleep” “my day just got a whole to better because of that”

you sigh, watching him from your phone failing to hold your smile

“i’ll go rest now if that’s what you want,” he pauses, giggling. “baby.”

“ahhh go to sleep~” you whined

“goodnight, baby”

Seungmin

seungmin wasn’t the type of person who was interested in pet names

well actually he just never mentioned it 

to you, he was more of a skinship guy

holding hands, cuddling, soft kisses, etc

there was some nights you both just expressed your current concerns with one another 

such a great relationship tbh

he was talking about his concern about the new comeback, afraid he might disappoint people

he was just hard on himself like that 

you reassured him though. telling him anything he does would never disappoint you or others

he got all blushy and giggly at your comment

your gaze fixed onto his smile, his face just a few inches from yours

“you’re so cute, baby”

his eyes expanded, turning to you

“oh crap. sorry, i didn’t mean to say that. you were just really cute” you explained

“well- i actually like it though”

“what? i thought you didn’t like pet names”

he gave you a confused look, “i never said i didn’t like them and now that i heard it from you, how could i ever hate them?”

you blushed at his comment, not knowing how to answer

“please call me that, i like it”

Jeongin

jeongin, the nation’s baby 

you always wonder to yourself how lucky you were to be a part of his life

so every second of the day you tell him how much you love him

you only called each other by your first names, never really going past that

you were going home from the dorms one night before your tongue decided to go against you

“bye, baby- i mean, jeongin” you hugged him goodbye hoping he didn’t notice your slip up

welp, good news buddy, he did

he gave you a light squeeze, refusing to let you go “wait y/n, don’t go yet” he whined

your face flushed red from embarrassment knowing it was too late to take it back now

“jeongin, i gotta go home. you have an early schedule tomorrow too”

“do you expect me to let you go after calling me that?” you can feel him giggling in your embrace 

“say it again, please, then i’ll let go”

you were defeated by his gentle yet desperate voice

“okay,” you exhaled, “baby- i gotta go now”

he squeezed you one last time before letting you go with a satisfied smile on his face

“aha! i made you say it. please say it more to me now”

you wave him goodbye as you made your way out

“bye, baby! text me when you get home”

#stray kids #skz #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #bang chan #stray kids chan #kim woojin #stray kids woojin #lee know #stray kids minho #stray kids changbin #seo changbin #stray kids hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #stray kids jisung #lee felix #stray kids felix #kim seungmin #stray kids seungmin #yang jeongin #stray kids jeongin #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids scenarios #stray kids ff #kpop #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

[lovablebesson]

Like to Be You

A/N: Okay first of all yes this is based on the song by Shawn Mendes and Julia Michaels. I wrote/typed this because I was bored so enjoy this lil imagine!

"I'm gonna be touring for a few more months Y/N," Zach says over the phone. "But you are supposed to be home for our friend anniversary," I breathe out. "I know but you can come on tour and spend it with the boys and I we can still spend it together and-" I cut him off "I wanted to spend it with you Zach not with the boys. I miss YOU Zach! I wanna spend time with YOU and not sit around and wait for you to finish a show or an interview before we can talk or spend time! I miss the boys yes but that's not the point. We've been so distant lately Zach!" I sniffle refusing to let the tears fall from my burning eyes. "You think it's easy for me Y/N? I want to spend time with you so badly but I have a career and a future and I just can't afford to waste time." I stay silent."I waste your time?" "Y/N you know that's not what I ment I ment-" "I have to go" "Y/N this is childish let's just talk it through please. I can't go to sleep knowing you are mad at me." "I'm not mad Zach;I'm hurt that's all. I have a test tomorrow," I sigh," talk to you again when you have time for me." "Y/N-" I hang up and turn my phone off knowing he'd try to call me or text me. I didn't have a test the next day but I just needed some silence. Even if I would talk to him if I had a test the following day I needed to breathe. You have to tell him about your feelings eventually Y/N. My best friend's voice rang through my head. Damn it Y/BF/N why do you always have to be right? I run my hand trough my hair then pull down the sleeves of Zach's hoodie. After a few minutes of letting some tears stream down my face,I get up and get in bed. Hopefully I could get some sleep.

~2 WEEKS LATER~

Well these past two weeks were crap. "Y/N you can't keep this up," I say to myself as I scan the room and see all the junk food packages and pile of movies next to the couch. The past two days I've been staying at the WDW house. Even if it's not the ideal place to stay when trying to forget about a certain WDW member I had to,the distance was getting the best of me. I've been ignoring Zach and it just got harder every single day. "You know what?" I rhetorically ask myself and start to put in Y/BF/N's number. After a few rings she picked up. "I say boom boom boom lemme hear you say wayhoo!" "WAYHOOOOOOO!" She practically yells into the phone causing me to giggle. "Hey (your friend's nickname)are you doing something today?" "Nope," she replies popping the "p". "Wanna go watch a movie?" I ask while getting up and starting to clean up. "I'd LOVE to! Pick me up in 10 minutes?" I look around the room. "Um sure." "Great! See you later." "Okay bye bye Y/BF/N," I say and then end the call. I quickly clean up and run to Zach's room and put on some leggings and his sweatshirt. I then sprint to the front door and quickly put on some Vans. Man do I regret eating all that food now. I grab my backpack and get in the Uber I called while dressing. After picking up Y/BF/N we go to the movies. I tell her about everything that has been going on lately and she listens. While talking we grab some snacks and go into the theatre and I go silent. "You know, Zach and I usually came to the movies after a fight. It was something he'd do just so that we could get out and forget about the fight. We would end up laughing our heads off at the random comments he'd give during the movies and just have a great time," I say smiling. I didn't notice I was crying till a tear hit my cheek and Y/BF/N gives me a hug. "How about I sleep over tonight and we could talk some more and you are GOING to ask Zach to spend a day with you no matter what you say," I nod knowing I wouldn't win this argument. After getting home we make a fort and get comfortable. Y/BF/N hands me my phone and gives me that look. I sigh and dial the all so familiar number. A few rings later he picks up," Hello?" "Hey Zach,do you think that maybe we can meet up soon?" There was a silence. "I'll get you a plane ticket love. For Thursday?" That's in two days Zach I can't just pack up my life in two freaking days! "Sounds great see you then." "Yeah bye bye love sleep well." "Bye Zach." I hang up.

The rest of the sleepover was great and the next thing I knew it was Thursday. After stepping off of the plane that took me half way across the world I head to go get my stuff. I then try to find Zach and after what felt like walking for hours I see him. I drop everything and run to him tackling him in a big hug. "I missed you so much," we both say at the same time. I smile and we stand like that for a few minutes. We eventually pull apart and he takes my bag. We start walking to the car and he speaks up," You wanted to talk?" "Um yeah but now that I think about it it's probably nothing." "Come on Y/N tell me what's inside of your head. No matter what you say I won't love you any less." "I can't Zach I'm worried. You don't know what I'm thinking," I look down," you don't know what it's like to be me." "You are right Y/N I don't know what it's like to be you,"Zach pauses,"are you still mad at me?" I shake my head." Then what is it?" "I knew I liked you the day I saw your pictures on Instagram thinking that it was just a fan crush but Zach when we talked at that meet and greet when we officially met I knew I was head over heels for you. I hate when we fight. I hate not spending more time with you so badly but I have to be strong because I'm just your friend. I don't know if I can kiss you at night. I don't know what you are feeling Zach. I know I'm in love with you. Damn it Zach I love you! Why can't you see that? I want you to be mine so badly but I'm stupid for falling for you cuz I'm just me," I finally look into his eyes. Those eyes any girl can get lost in and I guess.. I did. He lifts his hands to cup my face and slowly he presses a kiss to my lips. Shocked I stand still but then melt into the kiss. He pulls away. " You have no idea how long I have waited to do that," he smiles," I love you Y/N. I hate arguing with you so badly and you are so important to me and I hate ever second we are apart but Y/N?" "Yeah?" "Can I ask you to be my girlfriend so that I can call you mine? So that can I kiss you before we go to bed? So that can I hold you at any time and be protective over my girl? So that I can I dance with you in public? So that I can I text you those morning texts? So that I can I wake up next to you in the morning and go in cheesy dates? So that I can proudly say that I'm your boyfriend?" I look up at him with glossy eyes. "Yes Zach." "Y/F/N will you make me the happiest boy alive and be my girlfriend?" "Of course Zach!" We both smile as he pulls me in for a hug. Kissing my head as we stand in front of Jonah's car at the airport.

Finally

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