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that night [harry styles]
A best friends to something else type of story. Exactly 7.8k (literally 7800 words which is scary) and you know I canât write that much without SMUT. This takes place during a sleepover at the end of quarantine! Maybe tell me what you thought? :) (I promise Iâll edit this soon!)
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âShow me yer phone, loveâ Harry groaned, sending you the coldest of death stares. The night started off as usual, you two just watching some old documentaries, paying more or less attention to them as you mostly just sat and talked. Things took a turn when your phone started blowing up with messages. Being the kind of person who always replies in an instant, suspicions arose when you decided to completely ignore the texts. Although Harry never violated your privacy and never pushed you for answers you didnât want to give, when you started laughing and got nervous about whoever it was that kept texting you, he figured it would be worth it to push your buttons.
âI said noâ you repeated yourself, standing up from the couch. There were two main reasons you didnât want to talk about the person texting you, and these 2 reasons were also probably the only two things in the world you wouldnât want to discuss with him.
âWhy noâ?â he asked offended, following you into the kitchen, like a small child begging his parents to let him have his way, âWhat can be thaâ bad? I wouldnât have asked any questions if yeh hadnât been so off about it from the startâ
You turned and looked at him dead in the eye, contemplating what to say next. He beat you to it.
âIs it a guy? Have you been seeinâ someone?â Harry asked as he walked over to you, completely ignoring your personal space. âIs thaâ it? I donât wanna read yeh texts, just tell me yes or no, and Iâll drop it. Promiseâ
You took a deep breath. âYes, itâs a guyâ you said calmly, âBut weâre not seeing each otherâ
âThen why does he keep texting yeh like crazy?â
âCrazyâŠâ you sighed, tapping your chin, âGood descriptionâ
âCome on, Y/nâ Harry whined, tapping your shoulder as he walked past you and towards the refrigerator, âJust tell me, Iâm really curious, crazy how?â
âPromise youâre not gonna freak out?â you laughed, grabbing whatever he was pulling out of the fridge and handing to you. You stopped paying attention after three cups of pudding and one bottle of wine.
âWhen have I ever freaked out?â he joked, mocking himself. He was usually a calm person, more composed than anyone youâve ever met, and he less than rarely got angry. And from those times when he did lose his temper, 90% of cases were mild and he was still calmer than anyone else in that kind of situation, but that 10% left was pure terror. When his friends told you years ago that nothingâs scarier than Harry when he was truly mad, you didnât quite believe them. You had to see for yourself to accept it. It only happened a few times in almost 5 years, but you always still did everything you could to keep him from going off again.
âOk, soâ you started speaking as you rummaged around your kitchen for bowls and glasses, âHis name is Marcus and we actually met on Tinder-â
âWait a secondâ he cut you off, âDuring the lock down?â
âOh, no. It happened before all of this madness. Around january, I thinkâ
It was obvious he was already bothered by how this conversation started, but he did his best to control himself so you wouldnât decide to drop it. âPretty serious, then, huh?â he said eventually.
âLiterally the oppositeâ you laughed, pouring the pudding into the bowl, âWe saw each other once-â and it hurt you to say the following part but you did it nonetheless, âhooked up, and didnât talk sinceâ
Pure annoyance was readable on his features. âApparently havenât talked until now?â
âYeah, I mean-â you cringed, âHe texted me like a week or so ago and we didnât - vibe, and he got weird, so like I muted the conversation for 7 days because I didnât want him to bother me anymore but he got so defensive it was funny so I didnât really wanna block himâ
âYeh muted the guy a week ago and he still keeps trying?â Harry asked, completely taken aback, âCanât blame him, but still, thaâs a bit muchâ
âIt isâ you nodded in agreement, and motioned for him to open the bottle of wine for you.
âHe must have liked yeh a lotâ he mumbled, twisting the corkscrew into the top of the bottle, âMaybe you two had a really great time, and he-â
âHarryâ you stopped him, leaning your head to the side, âI know youâre squeezing information out of me right now, but I honestly donât think you want to hear more of thisâ
âOkâ he sighed defeated, âIâm gonna stop pushinâ yeh. Thanks for tellinâ me tho. And sorry if I crossed any lines''
âYou havenât, Hâ you smiled, giving him a hug from behind. âItâs fineâ
After gathering everything you had fixed up to take into the living room, the pudding and the wine, as you passed the threshold of the kitchen, you heard Harry speak up, traces of amusement audible in his voice. âBut like⊠At least was the sex good?â
âYou want me to answer that?â you chuckled, plopping down on the couch. âDo you seriously want me to answer that?â
âYeahâ Harry shrugged, smiling innocently.
âIt was horribleâ you said bluntly and watched his grin wilt away. âProbably the worst sex Iâve ever had. No, no, no.. Definitely the worst sex I have ever had in my entire lifeâ
His mouth fell agape. âSeriously? Why?â
âWell, i got to his house⊠And you know, up until then everything was fine, like he seemed like a completely normal and fun guy while we texted but like, as soon as i got to his place he became really⊠I donât even know how to put it, he was um.. Very clingy and weird and we talked for a bit but then when we went to his room he turned into literally the biggest asshole I metâ
âWhat?â Harry exclaimed, âThaâs not whaâ I expectedâ
âExactly!â you laughed, âNeither did I!â
âThen whaâ happened?â
âI went down on him and he didnât do the same because apparently he finds that gross? Thatâs what he told me but I didnât wanna get into it because I went there to get dick so I was like letâs just fuck, and we did⊠We made out a bit, got him worked up again, and when we fucked I literally thought something was wrong with me, because he just.. I donât know. Bumped into me and after he finished I was there like⊠What just happened?â
âYeh were right when yeh said I didnât wanna hear thisâ
âTold youâ you giggled, grabbing your pudding and toying with your teaspoon.
âJusâ stop using Tinder, pleaseâ Harry eventually shook his head.
âA girl has needs, ok?â
He was enraged and completely ignored your words, âAnd whaâ does he want from yeh now? He really thinks yehâd see him again? Really?â
âI donât even know what heâs been saying, honestlyâ you shrugged.
âCan I see?âÂ
âCan you like, read from the notification box? I donât wanna leave him on seenâ
Harry nodded in agreement and you gave him your phone. He pressed the lock button, the screen lit up, and it was instantly flooded with texts from him. Since you put the conversation on mute a week ago, you had no idea what he had been saying. It seemed that he didnât appreciate your lack of interest and that he didnât bother to hold back.
âYou pathetic whore, u really think ur gonna find someone better than me? U think ur so high and mighty and hot but ur gonna die alone you bitch. Do u feel better about yourself if u juts ignore my texts???? Well good for fucking u-â and Harry locked the phone, the screen going black.
âThe fuck did I just read?â he questioned, his annoyance from earlier, now morphing into pure anger.
âYou said you wanted to readâ you shook your head.
âWhy does he think he can talk to yeh like that?â
âI donât honestly careâ you sighed, âItâs not like Iâll ever see him again, so he can go and say anything he wantsâ
ââS not how that works, darlinââ he said.
"Can we drop this, please" you sighed, unable to quite look in his direction, "I don't like this"
"Well-" Harry erupted and judging by the way his voice instantly died down, you could tell he almost lost control, "I don't fucking like it either, ok? But yeh shouldn't jus' accept tha'!"
"I wouldn't call it acceptance, H" you shook your head, discarding your bowl of pudding and jumping straight to the bottle of wine. "I told him I'm not interested, and I stopped replying. It's not acceptance... he just keeps trying"
"But for some reason yeh're letting him talk t' yeh like tha'"
"Well-" you shrugged, and took a big gulp of red wine, "He talks by himself"
"Y/nâŠ" Harry called, his voice soft and you could tell that there was anger hidden somewhere deep inside, but you still appreciated the fact that he managed to keep it contained. He extended his arm, his fingers brushing against the side of your thigh. It was a soft, delicate touch, that made every hair on your body stand up. He did it to get your attention and boy, did it work. Instantly, your eyes snapped to his, and were met with something you did not see coming. "Can I say something?" he asked cautiously, his eyes shining with genuine worry.
"You're making this into something much more significant than it actually is"
"I'll drop it" he eventually nodded, "If you promise me something"
"What?"
"If anythin' similar to this happens again, tell me"
"And what are you gonna do about it?" you giggled, trying to lighten the mood. As you kept staring into his green eyes, you brought the wine bottle up to your lips, took a long sip, and then handed it to him.
He took the bottle out of your hands, seemingly not giving more than two shits about it. The warmth in his eyes accentuated as his eyebrows gathered into a concerned furrow, "Make sure it doesn't get to yeh"
"It doesn't" you smiled.
"Lemme make sure"Â
"Ok, Harry" you laughed, "I promise you that the next time a guy from Tinder gets mad about me not reciprocating the feeling, and he starts sending me that kind of texts, I will tell you"
The sarcasm just flowed out of you, and he was not impressed.
"I meant in general, love"
"Any guy?" you taunted, "Not just from tinder?"
"Fucking put on thaâ movie" he shook his head, "I know yeh too well. Won't get anywhere until you get some wine in thaâ belly"
"That's your plan?" you laughed, "Get me drunk and make me spill all my secrets?"
"I never assumed you had any secrets, but yeah, now I wanna know those too" Harry grinned, throwing his arm around you and pulling you to his chest. Although this kind of intimacy was something you've been somewhat used to, tonight it was just a bit more difficult to bear. And it may all have been due to the way he mentioned he wouldnât want anything to get to your head, and the way he said heâd make sure of it. Even though you werenât truly clear how heâd do that and what exactly was going through his head, it was crystal clear how youâd have him do that.
But now was not the time. You glued your eyes to the TV screen, and begged your brain to focus on the movie in front of you and not whatever Harry was thinking about, mere inches away from you.
There had been something in the air that night, because neither of you managed to pay any kind of attention to the movie anymore. You talked, the conversation not going back to the previous topic, you laughed, gossiped like there was no tomorrow, and now it was almost 4am, and you and Harry were 3 bottles of wine in. Deciding to cut the alcohol before it was too late, you settled for water, as Harry went on to finish a weird story he once heard from a hippie touring the states in his van. He was completely smitten, his eyes shone with admiration for the old man. Harry spoke with words of great respect about a life he wished he could once live. It was only a matter of time until it would get to you.
âBut,â you sighed, laying down and placing your head into his lap, âYou really seem like the kind of guy to pack his bags and just leave. Like get a couple of friends or something, leave a note saying youâll eventually be back, and just travel around the worldâ
âI kinda already do thaâ loveâ Harry laughed, double chin showing as he looked down at you.
âNot what I meantâ you shook your head, âAnd you know itâ
âWhaâ did yeh mean, then?â
He looked down at you, his hands finding their way into your hair as you contemplated how to put the words together. âI donât know⊠Less social interaction-â you finally said, âMake it less about living the same songs in front of thousands of people, and more about living a completely new experience as you really get to know just a handful of peopleâ
He didnât look convinced. His dimples were showing, and a chuckle was threatening to escape his lips.
âThat didnât make any sense, did it?â you laughed.
âIt didâ Harry smiled, âMight haveâta resume this in thaâ morning, but i think i got the ideaâ
You pointed your finger to him, âBestâ
âMe?â he grinned, grabbing your hand, âOh, stop it!â
âNot you, your ideaâ
âNice save, loveâ
You wanted to object and keep this topic going as the butterflies in your stomach started to riot, but just as you opened your mouth to speak, the sound of your phone receiving another text filled the air. In an instant, your eyes locked with Harryâs and you knew he wasnât gonna let any of that shit slide. Not wanting to give him the chance to protest, you sprung up and leaned towards the coffee table, your fingers barely managing to brush against the side of your phone before Harry grabbed your waist and yanked you back, pressing you against the cushions of the sofa as he hovered above you.
The intimacy and urgency of this whole charade made your skin crawl, and you couldnât help but let a few giggles escape, âWhat are you doing?â you laughed.
âNot lettinâ thaâ asshole ruin your night, loveâ Harry smirked, tilting your head so that you had to face him.Â
âIâll see the text in the morning and it will ruin my whole dayâ you played along, but as it turned out, you dug your own grave.
âOh?â he grinned, âSo it does get to youâ
âNo!â you belted, âThat is not what I meant, Jesus harryâ
âCome on, honâÂ
His head tilted to the side, before he leaned down and nudged the tip of your nose with his. âJusâ say the wordâ
That sent burning chills down your spine, and your cheeks couldnât do anything but to comply and turn an erotic shade of pink.
âIâm not sure what to sayâ you mumbled, fighting against the urge to jump on him.
âIâm yer best friend, love-â he made a small pause, for dramatic effect, and just stared down at you while your blood boiled, âLemme show yeh how good yeh can feelâ
âI-â
He cut you off, obviously proud of himself, âI obviously wouldnât have asked twice if I hadnât felt you squeeze your thighs around meâ
âFuck, Harry-â you said, embarrassment rushing all over you as you threw your hands in the air.
He leaned down, and brushed his lips along your jaw, âYeh could be screaming thaâ nameâ
Regaining your composure, you grabbed his chin and forced him to make eye contact once again, âWhat does this mean to you?â
âIt doesnât have tâ mean anything we donât want it toâ he nodded, âJust friends looking out of one anotherâ
âMhm..â you choked, âYepâ
âTell me, and Iâll get off of youâ
Your answer came a short second later. âYeah, get offâ you said sternly.
His features barely got a chance to show the disappointment that enveloped him, because as soon as the words left your mouth, you pushed yourself up. Excitement started showing on his face as you pushed yourself up. With a devilish smile on your lips, you grabbed the hem of his shirt; not giving him a chance to secure his balance on his knees before you pulled the material up his body. He clumsily shuffled out of it, his tattoos coming into full view.
âIs that a new oneâ you asked, pointing to his left shoulder.
To your surprise he took you seriously, and looked down, obviously confused, âWhich one, love?â
âThis oneâ you grinned, pushing yourself up and against his chest, this way, giving yourself a chance to press your lips to the base of his neck.
Harryâs whole body shivered under you as he let out a small chuckle. Instantly, his hands found your waist. Once your lips grazed his sensitive skin, the muscles of his neck relaxed as if under a spell and his head fell back. Harryâs fingers dug into your sides as your teeth sunk his flesh, sucking profusely. Having waited for this so many years, it felt all too real and completely unreal at the same time. There was a fire burning inside of you and the soft moans slipping past his lips were no help with taming it.
âHaving fun?â Harry laughed, but his confidence and usual air of self control were shaking.
As a response, you bit into his ear lobe and delighted yourself with the whimpers of pleasure he didnât even try to hide.
Although burning for it, you didnât have it in you to go for his lips, so when he was the one to do it, all your radars went crazy. The way he grabbed your chin and pulled you closer, it was all you wished for. Years worth of pent up emotions dripped from your lips and onto his.
How ungrateful and inappropriate would it have been for you to beg for more and guide the situation in a different direction? Even if his gentleness made your knees weak, the heat between your legs begged for a less kissing and a lot more biting.Â
It was when he pressed you down against him that made you forget about everything that held you back. His erection was rubbing against your thigh as you grinded down on him, and you couldnât help but break the kiss and sink your teeth into his lower lip.
Harry threw his head back against your touch, and a proud smile lifted up the corners of your mouth.
âCome onâ you moaned, kissing your way down to his ear, âShow me how you should treat a girlâ
His fingers snuck into your hair and pulled your head back, forcing your eyes to meet hisâ, âIs it me? Or are yeh a bit more excited for this than you initially let on?â
Your eyes sparkled as you let out the fib, âItâs just youâ
Grinning, he shook his head in mock approval, and secured you in his hold, before effortlessly spinning the two of you around. Now, a mess of limbs, you looked up at Harry with what could only be described as pure lust. And it all reflected on his features. His ridiculously messy curls framed his face perfectly, allowing his proud gaze to fuel your engines.
With all your might you wanted to let him take the lead and not show too much enthusiasm, but it felt next to impossible. Before you knew it, your hands were cupping his cheeks again, forcing his body flush against your own. He kissed you back with no hesitation, as if he too waited years for this to finally happen, as if this was his dumb way of confessing to you that he too, was head over heels for you. But that was a scenario that regardless of its likelihood, was sure to ruin your mood.Â
So you pushed it aside, forced your mind to fall on standby, and instead, you concentrated on the way his hands explored every single inch of your body. When he broke the kiss, you wanted to protest, your tongue crying from the sudden loss of contact. But his lips traveled lower, kissing all the way over down your neck, along your collarbones, and across your chest. It was all aggravated and hungry, as if he couldnât get enough.Â
âYeh good?â Harry asked, looking up at you, cheeks all flushed.
âYep, yeahâ you whispered, the weight of the moment turning your voice into a light chuckle. Breathless and innocent, you were on cloud nine, and all your struggles to keep that hidden were in vain.
Delicately, as only he could, Harry pushed your shirt over your head, leaving you exposed, a fact which sent a whole new wave of pleasure down your body. This gesture alone shook your whole world, but he wasn't wasting any time. You barely even got a chance to catch your breath before he lowered himself, and cupped your breasts into his palms. Your back arched in an instant, and when his warm lips connected to your skin, goosebumps propagated all over your whole body. As circled his lips and caught your nipple between his teeth, your mind went crazy, muscles sizzling with anticipation. A suggestive moan slipped from your throat, and you could tell it surely tickled his ego.
âGettinâ there?â he questioned even if he already knew the answer.
You threw him half a shrug, tilting your head to the side and pressing your cheek to your shoulder.
âSo fuckinâ cute, angelâ Harry chuckled, shaking his head as he crawled up your body, âWhyâre yeh so cute?â
âHow would I know?â you blushed, playing along with his overly teasing approach, âYouâre the one who sad itâ
âDonât know why I think yehâre cute?â
You nodded no.
A small but sure fire lit up his features, and he knew it was on. He did maintain the eye contact for a while, but when he finally looked down at your body, nonchalantly staring at your chest, that was when your breath got caught in your throat. The pressure was building up, yet Harry kept pushing your buttons.Â
In desperate need to pick up the pace, you nudged his chin with the back of your fingers, and when his eyes caught yours; you raised one eyebrow, motioning for him to continue. âWhaâ do yeh want me tâ tell yeh, love?â Harry grinned, leaning down to kiss your neck.
âTell me what you like about meâ you laughed, linking your fingers in his hair. While you laughed due to the amount of different emotions that coursed through you, Harry made it all the more difficult for you to keep it together. His kisses were light enough for you to feel the ounces of love that dripped from his lips, but carnal enough to keep you on your toes.
âI love everything about yehâ he murmured against your skin, his chain of passionate kisses crossing over to the other side of your neck, âI mean, whaâs there not tâ like?â
âWordâ you giggled, your sarcasm coming in perfect contrast to the weakness his question brought to your knees.
âFuckinâ love every inchâ Harry said, having completely ignored your joke, âEvery single part of yeh, yer body and god, yer mindâ
His hands cupped the sides of your rib cage, as his lips traveled down your sternum. He seemed lost, completely absorbed. Every time he looked up at you, it was impossible not to notice how out of this world his eyes seemed. Glossy and dark, extravagant green looking to explore more of you. And those were only the times you managed to catch him staring. The pleasure this man provided surpassed the moaning level, he got you working hard not to scream in ecstasy, as his tongue ran laps around your nipples, and the way his lips sucked with that specific amount of pressure. It looked as if he already knew where all your buttons were, he acted as if he knew your body better than you did. And for you, that was a new experience, which wouldâve already been too much, even without Harry involved. But seeing your fingers get lost in his absolutely perfect in a messy kind of way locks, as he treated your skin with such refined skill, you found yourself way too close to the edge.
In the high of the moment, probably following an unidentifiable stimulus, you found yourself concentrated on the way his palms felt against your skin. He held you in his arms as if you were the most precious thing he ever laid eyes on. And for some reason, that feeling alone had you skyrocketing.
It was when you moaned out loud, for the first time not holding back, that he finally decided to give you what he promised.Â
âYeh sure this is ok, angel, yeah?â he murmured, looking up at you.Â
His light stubble tickled the lower side of your abdomen as his breath barely managed to reach your skin.Â
âYeahâ you clumsily nodded, your words coated in fervid enthusiasm.
Something happened. Something clicked inside of him. You saw it in the way his eyes warmed up. For a second he didnât move, instead he just took in everything that was happening. When he eventually pushed himself up, you expected him to help you or motion for you to undress, but he didnât. Harry lowered himself on top of you, pressing his chest against your own.
His fingers locked themselves against your chin, âI really wanna fucking do this right for yehâ
His confession took you aback. The seriousness in this tone was not something you anticipated. At first, he was the one who made it all seem like a meaningless game, yet right now, it seemed as though he fell into his own trap.Â
All you could do was nod. Nod in approval, nod as a sign for him to keep going. As a promise that it was all ok. This attitude of his was not something you signed up for. Even if it looked like the beginning of what you always wanted, it also felt a little bit too sudden.
âCome hereâ you cooed, cupping his cheeks in a loving manner.
In an instant, he leaned into your touch, his skin burning against your damp palms. For the x-th time that evening, his lips melted onto yours, but something felt different. But you kept going, allowed the moment to carry you further without giving yourself the burden of dictating a direction.Â
And seconds passed, and with each one, his touch became more and more aggravated. You could feel his need, and you have loved to think that what you were feeling from him was love, but it was just too big of a step to take right now. Not too shortly after, the situation escalated towards the point you left off earlier. You let him take the lead, and he soon returned to his usual self.
Harry made his way down your body through a chain of lingering kisses, each one of them awakening yet another side of you. This time, you were given no time to prepare. His experienced hands grabbed your thighs, groping their way up to your hips. Although it was fairly fast, it felt like an eternity. You breathing picked up when his fingers hooked themselves into the waistband of your leggings, and without even thinking about it, you pushed yourself up, allowing him to take them off.Â
Now, you hadnât seen this coming, because if you had, you probably would have chosen to wear something less embarrassing than your Superman underwear. Your cheek heated up as if it was the first time a man had seen you naked, and all your insecurities washed over you. None of those thoughts crossed Harryâs mind though.Â
He just smiled - a gesture whose roots youâd never know.Â
Harry positioned himself between your legs, his fingers gingerly tracing up and down your outer thighs. âReally fucken gorgeous, yeh know thaâ?â
His compliments have never been this hard to receive, âShut upâ you chuckled, rolling your eyes as you couldn't help but squirm under his stare.
âWhaâ?â Harry grinned, leaning his head to the side as he let his teasing side take over,Â
âThaâ tinder fuckface never told yeh just how perfect yeh look?â
âThis is still about him, huh?â
âItâs about yeh, loveâ Harry rolled his eyes, letting his nails graze your skin, âAlways been about yeh, always will beâ
With each word that let his mouth, he leaned down, lower and lower, until every inch of his body was pressing against your own. He dominated the moment, and you love it.
When he engulfed your lips into a kiss, his right hand traveled between your legs. That alone made your core vibrate, and knowing there was no way to hide your enthusiasm, made you smile.
You felt the back of his fingers trace up and down your opening, and his words confirmed your suspicions. He pulled away from your lips just enough so he could speak, but he was still too close for you to properly see his features - he was just a few literal inches away, âI canât wait to taste yeh, dollâ
The grin on his lips and the pride of his tone, had a visible effect on you. The hairs on your body stood up in anticipation, and you couldnât help but arch your back and close your legs around him. You kissed him back, and this time, it was on.
As his tongue pushed past your lips, Harryâs hands lewdly traveled down your sides, caressing every inch of exposed skin they found in their way. You didnât see the eagerness coming, but when he reached between your legs, the flimsy material of your underwear didnât even begin to come in his way. He shoved his hand under your panties, his fingers instantly coming in contact with your opening.
It was solely the emotional value of the moment that made you nearly gasp. Harry took his sweet damn time, as if you needed any more foreplay. The pads of his fingers gingerly traced up and down your opening a few times, before coming back up again to rest against your clit. It was soft and easy at the beginning, but the feather light touch of his fingers started gaining more and more pressure as subtle circular movements started to form.
When you looked up at him, you were met with the mess of curls that had fallen onto his forehead as he had his head hanging low, with his eyes trained between your bodies. With a gentle nudge against his chin, you prompted him to look up. At first he seemed a bit disoriented, but a wicked grin shortly appeared on his lips. It made you smile.
He was the one to resume the kiss, making it gentle this time - in perfect contrast with the action of his fingers, as he slowly made his way past your folds. When the first finger went in, you curled the corners of your mouth in anticipation. It felt fine, but it was just the tip of the iceberg and you knew it. Eager for more, you allowed your teeth to lewdly sink into his lower lip, willing to show him you wanted more.Â
With a grunt, Harry shuffled a bit, his knees bucking into your hips. The deep breath he released tickled your skin, but you werenât going to let this go. As you forced your teeth just a bit deeper into his plush skin, Harry let his forehead fall against yours.Â
His tongue neatly traced along your upper lip, and you thought it was in response to your actions. And this erroneous thought kept you from anticipating his next move. When Harry pushed one more finger in, your senses went mad, and the simple fact that he didn't give you too much time to adjust before he pushed a third finger in, rocked you completely.Â
You moaned in return and arched your back.
"I got yeh, baby girl" he whispered softly, "Look at me, I got yeh, ok?"
After receiving an enthusiastic nod from you, Harry made his way down your body. This time, he swiftly shuffled to the side, pulling your legs together and riding you of the unnecessary piece of underwear you still had on.
Not waiting for him to take control, you spread your legs, and feasted on the carnal look he had in his eyes as he looked down at your body. He didnât waste any time before finding the perfect spot between your legs. Your whole body shivered as he leaned his head to the side, his light stubble tickling its way down the inside of your thighs.Â
And following the rough feeling of the still shy beard you didnât think he was able to grow, when his soft lips brushed against your skin, you involuntarily clenched. You bucked your hips and your legs tried, but to no avail, to close the distance between one another. You wanted more - needed more. And he noticed it.
Looking down along your body, you could only see the top of his head. And his fingers, pressing into the skin of your legs. And the tip of his nose as he proceeded to tease you into oblivion with millions of kisses, each of them nothing less than heavenly, but still, nothing compared to what you knew was coming next. The only warning he gave you as a hurried grin, and it was nowhere near enough.
It was on. Elegantly, but with traces of dominance in his touch, and with two fingers, Harry spread your pussy wide open, his tongue lewdly slipping right inside you. The contact and the buildup made you gasp. Had you not been so over the moon and distracted already, youâd have heard him snicker in response to the sound you just made. But you were too caught up. You felt him on every inch of your body, and the signals your core were sending you, were not what you wanted.
You wanted this to last. To have him go at it, lapping at your core for hours. To feel his tongue wag until your senses went numb.It might have been the dry spell that was forced upon you as the pandemic overtook your life, or the timeless, painful crush youâve had on him for years, but you were already on the edge.
Trying hard to make the moment last, you curled your pointer finger and shoved it into your mouth, biting down hard. Your back arched dangerously as your head flew back, but it all just worked in his favour. Your pleasure was building up, and the careful, experienced movement of Harryâs tongue against your clit was only gaining momentum.
âYeh taste like fucking heaven but I think yeh already knew thaââ he said, for a second pulling away from your core and giving you a chance to catch your breath.
All you managed was a pathetic excuse of a nod, along with a shy roll of your eyes.
âNone of thaââ Harry laughed, licking his lips, âDonât care how close yeh are, âm not gonna stop until yeh moan my name, loveâ
âJesus christ, Harry!â you panted, shaking your head.
He responded in a similar manner, and again, with no warning whatsoever, he went back in. This short break allowed you to regain your composure, even if it was just a tiny bit. Your excitement, although still there and just as consuming, was easier to control now. You felt his touch all throughout your body, his tongue tickling all your senses.
What brought you closer into the moment was the feeling of his hands, as he grabbed your thighs and pushed your legs up onto his shoulders. For whatever reason, this felt even more intimate, and as his fingers sank into your flesh, you felt your engines start up again.
The delicate flicks of his tongue were getting more and more aggravated by the second, and now it was close to impossible to keep calm. Sweaty palms gripping tirelessly into the cushions under you, your back under constant strain, your eyes squeezed shut - he had you entirely.
And as if that wasnât enough, he went further. Harry pushed one finger inside of you, moving his lips up to fully concentrate on your clit. His tongue prepared you, got you all ready and wanting, and then, he wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves and sucked - gently and with a minimal amount of pressure, but god-
âFuck, Harry-â you called out. It was more of a cry, choked back in the depths of your throat, all breathy and muffled.
âCome on, angelâ Harry whispered.
As you looked down, past your heaving chest, your eyes landed conveniently on the top of his head. Complete chaos - his unruly curls tickled the inside of your thighs, as his fingers dug into your flesh. The two rings he never takes off were sure to leave proud indents on your skin.
Harry sucked at your bundle of nerves, the eager touch of his tongue awakening absolutely every need inside your being. Add the experienced pumps of his fingers and the fact that this was Harry Styles and none other, and you were done.
With each passing second you started to lose more and more of the control you had on your body. Sweating nervously out of every pore of your body, you squirmed under his weight hoping youâd make the moment last.
ââS good, love, isnât it?â Harry smirked for just about a second, âI can see yeh, yehâre a mess foâ meâ
âFuckâ you whined, covering your face with your right palm as your head tilted backwards, âShut upâ
âOh!â Harry faked surprise, âGettinâ cocky?â
As he spoke, Harry curled his fingers inside your pussy; maybe intentionally - maybe by chance, hitting all the right spots and making you moan out loud.
âIâll take thaâ as an apologyâ
You scoffed.
Harry shook his head. When you looked down at him again, you caught him licking his lips. It was obvious he waited for you to catch him doing that.
Already at the edge of your self control, you curled your fingers into his hair, motioning for him to resume his work. He followed your lead without any complaints, and when his bottom teeth grazed your clit, even if it was light as a feather you lost it.
Your mind became numb, drunk on the pleasure he provided. Your eyes rolled back as you enjoyed every second of your high. Harry kept you spiraling, continuing to lap at your core as the muscles of your legs tensed uncontrollably around his frame.
âHoly fuck-â you breathed out, voice shaky and wounded.
He made sure to milk every ounce of pleasure out of your being, leaving you a heaving mess under his stare.
Harry pushed himself up, nonchalantly wiping his chin, his eyes not allowing yours to look away.
As you gathered yourself and worked on bringing your breathing back to normal, there was only one thought going on inside your head - that it would only be fair if you reciprocate the gesture. Thinking about it was enough to make your core buzz again, but you didnât have it in you to bring it up, and instead hoped heâd show he wished things didnât stop either.
But he didnât.
However, you got to kiss him again. And no matter how badly you wanted to keep the atmosphere on fire, he had other plans.Â
âDid I take good care of yeh?â Harry asked as he leaned down beside you. His hand found your cheek, keeping you in place for another longing kiss, âDid I do yeh right?â
You nodded against his lips, not willing to actually word the answer.
His chuckle made it clear that the point got through. And for a second it seemed as if the night wasnât done. None of you was willing to pull away, and allowed the minutes to go by without a care in the world, lost in each otherâs arms.
âFreakinâ love yeh, angelâ Harry said.
It wasnât the first time youâd hear this coming out of his mouth, but you couldnât help but smile thinking this time it was meant in a different manner. You answered him by cuddling deeper into his chest, and that was a moment you wouldnât have traded for the world.
And you fell asleep like that. No matter how big and luxurious your couch was, you still spent the night glued to one another. Harry felt every calm breath of yours on his skin and everytime he moved a bit to adjust his position, his hold tightened around you to make sure he wasnât pushing you away.
After what was probably the best sleep youâd gotten in the whole year of 2020, morning came around. Actually it was lunch time, if weâre being generous. The sun was high up, proudly making its way into your living room, past the curtains to forgot to draw the other night.
When you awoke, Harry wasnât there anymore. However, panic didnât have the time to settle in as you heard movement coming from the kitchen, and the strong smell of coffee reached your nose in no time.
You got up from the couch, with herds of butterflies in your stomach. Harryâs words from last night still echoed in your head, and even now, with no alcohol in your system, they managed to bring goosebumps all over your skin.
âWhen did you get up?â
That was how you made your presence known.
Harry turned around with a smile on his face. He had a bag of avocados tucked under his arm, as he typed away on his phone. His undone pants were hanging onto his thighs for dear life, and the only other piece of fabric on his body was a thin, brown hair tie around his wrist. There were a few purple marks along his collar bones and his hair looked rougher than usual, things which deep down, shook you up a bit.
 âWanted to take yeh out foâ breakfast, but I gotta leave in like an hour, so I figured this should doâ
âYeah, yeah sureâ you agreed, âItâs perfectâ
âWouldâve done moâ, but Y/n, yeh have no food in this houseâ
You laughed, walking over to slump down into one of the chairs, âDidnât get a chance to get any perishablesâ
âYou got someâ Harry chuckled, âYou got weeksâ worth of everything you need to make guacamole and pancakesâ
âI have no idea how that happened, those will spoilâ you shook your head, âYou can take some of them actuallyâ
âOr I could just come overâ
âEven betterâ
The food was ready in no time. Harry had everything done and set while you washed up a bit, and after that, you both sat down to eat. Minimal and light, but still, there was a weight in the pit of your stomach.
âAbout last night-â Harry began to say, but you tried to stop him.
âYou donât have to-â
âWe kinda do, loveâ he smiled, âI need to apologise, angelâ
You squinted your eyes, âFor?â
âI donât really have tâ apologise foâ what I said because I meant every wordâ Harry slowly said, as if he has a hard time putting his thoughts together, âI jusâ wish I hadnât said it like thaâ thoughâ
âLike what?â you questioned, a bit lost.
âLike I had the right to say that kind of crapâ he laughed. It was nervous laughter, like he was afraid of what was coming next, âI do fucking love yeh, but I shouldnât have assumed you wanted to hear thatâ
âWhat are you talking about, I donât understandâ you groaned, growing a bit tired of the impatience he brought upon you.
âYouâre my best friend, ok?â he sighed, âThatâs all we are, Y/n, and that was not supposed to happenâ
The food got lodged in your throat, and you felt like if you didnât stand up, youâd no longer be able to breathe. âIt was your ideaâ you scoffed.
Harryâs eyes followed your frame, but he remained seated, âI knowâ
âSo what changed? If anything even changed. I donât understand what the problem is. You regret we did what we did-â
âI donât regret anythingâ Harry butted it.
âYou said it was not supposed to happen!â you exclaimed, rolling your eyes as you walked over to the sink, just to make yourself useful and to stop just standing in front of him.
âThe things I said to you-â he said sternly, pushing his chair back and throwing his hands into the air, âI shouldnât have said those, ok? It doesnât matter who meant what, I told you things that-â
âWhat did you tell me thatâs bothering you so much?â you almost yelled, annoyance dripping out of your pores. You walked over to him, and he closed the distance by standing up.
âI-â Harry stuttered, playing with his hair to buy himself some more time. âAll the-â
âWhat?â you pushed, âThat you like everything about me? Thatâs what you regret saying? And what else?â
âGodâ he groaned, âI donât regret saying thaâ, itâs just thaâ it wasnât my place to say itâ
You fell silent.
âIf I were you... Iâd want to hear those things from someone that is more than just a friend to meâ he confessed.
âAnd you canât be that to me? More than a friend?â
After a few seconds of painful silence, realization hit him, âY/nâŠâ
He did reach out. He took a step towards you but you stepped back. The remorse in his tone was too painful to ignore. So you moved away from him and slowly made your way out of the kitchen.
âY/n!â Harry called, following you.
âJust goâ
âPlease...â
âPlease what?â you shook your head, but he didnât have the words you needed to hear.
âIâm sorryâ
âItâs fucking fineâ you sighed, walking backwards towards your room, âJust show yourself outâ
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Wanna Help You Relax
Youâve been working really hard this week, and Colson wants to help you relax.
Request: âHey I just saw that ur requests were on and I wanted to know if you could possibly write a cute little fluff/smit piece?â
Colson x Reader
Warnings: Smut (18+), cursing
A/N: I didnât know who you wanted so I just wrote about Colson, lmk if you want someone else!Â
Word Count: 2143
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You were startled out of your work by the sound of your phone buzzing with a text message. You unlocked your phone to read the text from your boyfriend of 2 years, Colson, catching the time as you did. 7:30.
Will u be home 4 dinner?
âShit.â You muttered under your breath, looking at the unfinished document in front of you. You sighed, trying to figure out what to do.
I just saw the time. I still have some work to do but I can bring it home
From his position on the couch in your house, Colson groaned.
Youâve been working on this all week, babe. You can take a break for a day
You rolled your eyes at his text. Somewhere inside of you knew that he was right. You hadnât done much of anything except work for the past week, which has been the cause of tension in your relationship. But you knew if you didnât finish this project by Friday that you definitely would not get the promotion you were up for.
I promise Iâll be done with it Friday, then Iâll take a break. Iâm on my way
Honestly, he was lucky you were making it home for dinner, which was not something you had been able to do in the past three days. Instead, you had been opting to stay at the office late and skip dinner.
You threw the papers on your desk into their folder and the folder into your bag, along with your laptop and anything else you thought you might need.
 Colson had been trying not to get frustrated with your absence, but after being at home 24/7 with you and Casie, being without you was difficult. You would get home late, only to tell him you needed to work more. And anytime he tried to get you to sleep or eat or do anything else, you shut down, telling him âItâll be done on Friday.â
And he knew he had no place to talk, he had left you for months at a time while he was touring sometimes, but at least he tried to call you as much as he could. Now it was just like you werenât there at all.
You both tried to ignore the tension at dinner, focusing instead on light conversation, mostly facilitated by Casie, and the food. After you had all finished, Colson asked, âCase, could you do the dishes tonight?â The girl happily obliged, hopping around the table and picking up yours and Colsonâs plates.
You thanked her, watching her leave into the kitchen before turning your eyes to Colson, only to find him already looking at you. Â âIâm gonna go get some work done, babe.â You stood up, watching his eyes follow you slowly. You knew he wanted to say something, but you really appreciated that he didnât. Instead, he just nodded, letting out a small sigh.
You walked into the office he had set up just for you when you moved in, placing your bag on the desk. You smiled at the picture of him that sat on the desk, the same one on your desk at your workplace. You sat down, pulling your laptop and papers out of the bag, and setting up your space.
After about an hour and a half of you working, Colson decided you needed a break. It was almost 10 pm and he just wanted to hold you for the next few hours before you both fell asleep. All of his friends made fun of him for it, but he turned into the softest person ever around you. It was the biggest reason heâd fallen in love with you, you made him a better person.
So, he walked into your office, quietly, smiling as he saw you typing away at the desk. He always thought you were prettiest when you looked like this, focused and determined. He walked up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and massaging gently. You jumped a little when his hand first made contact, but quickly relaxed at his touch.
âHi baby.â You smiled, looking up to him with a soft smile on your face.
He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, âHi babe. Howâs it goin?â He nodded towards the screen in front of you.
You sighed, turning to look towards the screen with a frown. âItâs getting there. I keep looking at these notes that my co-worker took but they arenât quite fitting into what I already had, so Iâve been rearranging everything to see if I can incorporate both. Itâs a bit frustrating but I think if I get this done by like noon tomorrow then I can finish everything by Friday morning and then polish everything up and turn it in.â
Colson let out a breath, resting his chin on your head. âYouâre way too smart for me sometimes.â He chuckled.
You looked back up to him, a confused expression on your face. âThatâs a lie and you know it. Youâre a fucking musical genius.â You leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips, but Colson had another idea.
As soon as your lips met his, he placed a hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss. He hadnât felt your lips in almost a week, and it had been killing him. Truthfully, you had missed it too. You wanted nothing more than to have his lips roaming your body, but you knew if you let that happen you wouldnât get your project done.
You pulled away and turned back towards your screen, a soft smile on your lips. âCâmon baby.â He mumbled, âjust take a break with me.â His hands returned to massaging your shoulders, his mouth moving down to your ear, pressing a kiss to the sweet spot just behind it. âIâll make it worth your while.â He whispered, biting your earlobe lightly.
âCols,â You whined, hating that he knew exactly what to do and say to turn you on. âI canât.â
He kissed down your neck, nipping at the skin occasionally. âYes, you can.â He moved up to your jaw, one hand turning your head back to face him. âYouâve been working so hard lately.â He mumbled, âI wanna help you relax.â
You hummed at the feeling of his lips on your hot skin. His lips hovered over yours, his hands traveling all over your body. âWanna make you feel good.â He murmured before pressing his lips to yours.
Instinct took over you and you turned fully around in the chair, sitting on your knees and wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands went to your waist, running up and down your sides. He took your lower lip between his teeth, nibbling on the skin. His hands reached the bottom of your blouse, playing with it before pulling it up. You disconnected your lips to bring the shirt over your head, and Colson threw it across the room. You stood fully from the chair, hands running up his chest as his lips went to your neck, sucking the skin again as he traveled down to your collar bone and chest. His hands reached behind you, fiddling with the clasp of your bra before removing it.
âFuck, youâre so beautiful.â Colson muttered, eyes travelling your chest. You blushed slightly, reaching to take his shirt off, which he gladly obliged to. His mouth moved back to your skin, taking one of your tits in his mouth, sucking gently on the nib in the center. You moaned as his hand came up to massage the other. The hands in his hair pulled gently on the blond strands, causing groans of pleasure from the tattooed man.
He pushed you backwards softly so you were leaning against the desk, his lips travelling down your stomach until they reached the waistline of your pants. He pressed small kisses over the area as he slowly unclasped the black material, pulling it down your legs to reveal your red underwear.
A smirk made its way to his face, kissing your heat through the material. You took in a breath through your teeth at the contact, realizing how long it had been since heâd made you cum.
He moved the material to the side, licking a slow stripe up your slit and watching your reaction. Your hold on his hair tightened and he chuckled, the vibrations shooting through your heat. His tongue dipped into your folds, collecting the wetness that had already been forming. He then moved up to your clit, taking the sensitive bud between his lips, sucking softly.
âMmmm Colson that feels so fucking food.â You moaned softly. He looked up at you, watching your face as he worked on your clit. His hands travelled up your thighs, pulling the red fabric down your legs. Two fingers found their way to your folds and pressed gently into them.
You moaned out as he began to pump his long digits in and out of you, his mouth still working on your clit. You looked down, meeting his eyes that were darkened with lust. The sight of him alone almost made you fall off the edge, but his motions stopped as he felt you start to clench around him. He pulled his fingers out of you, standing up slowly and licking them clean. You whined at the loss of contact, to which he chuckled and moved closer to you.
âIâm gonna take you on this desk, baby girl.â It wasnât a question, it was a statement. So, you simply nodded your head, closing your laptop and placing it and everything else onto the chair. Colson smiled at your obedience, pressing a small kiss to your lips and moving down to your jaw. His hands gripped your hips and slowly made their way down to your thighs, stopping right below your ass. He squeezed the skin and you lifted your legs up, wrapping them around his waist as he held you, leaning you against the small desk.
Your hands moved to the button of his pants, pulling them down with his boxers to release his member. You gripped it softly, running your hand up and down its length as Colson continued his attack on your jaw. He groaned against your skin at the feeling, quickly removing his lips from you to line himself up.
âYouâve been taking your pills, right?â He asked, softly.
You giggled, âYes, babe, Iâve been taking my pills now will you please fuck me.â
Colson looked at you with a smile, eyes gazing deep into yours as he pushed himself into you. You threw your head back at the feeling, his cock spreading you out, grazing every inch of your pussy. He took that as his cue to press kisses to your neck and shoulders, slowly pulling himself out of you and thrusting back in. âYou feel so good around me baby, shit.â He moaned, stabilizing you on the desk before moving his hands to your lower thighs.
You moaned as his thrusts got faster until he found a steady pace. It felt like his cock was made for you, hitting every spot that drove you wild. Every time he hit that one spot, you moaned out, causing Colson to thrust harder.
His head had found its place resting on your shoulder lips near your neck. He whispered, breath hitting your ear, âWanna feel you cum around me, can you do that baby?â
You nodded slightly, moans still falling from your mouth. His pace picked up even more, and you could feel your orgasm approaching. His lips returned to your neck, biting and sucking at your sweet spots, enough to send you over the edge.
âFuck Iâm gonna-â
âCum for me baby.â His voice pushed you over the edge, euphoria taking over your body in waves. The feeling of you clenching around him prompting his climax. You felt his cock twitch as his hot seed entered you, his thrusts slowing down as you both moaned in pleasure.
You both stayed in that position for a while, his hot breath hitting your neck as you tried to slow your breaths. Finally, Colson pulled out of you, setting your legs onto the ground.
âHonestly, Iâve been thinking about fucking you on this desk since you moved in.â He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
You smiled, âguess we need to do it again at some point.â You hopped of the desk, grabbing his shirt from the floor, not feeling like putting your pants on. âYou wanna grab a shower with me?â
âThat is the most ridiculous question Iâve ever heard. Of course I do.â He buttoned his jeans, grabbing your clothes from the floor. He took your hand in his, leading you to your shared bathroom.
Safe to say that you were definitely more relaxed.
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contact names
spencer reid x reader
synopsis: a love story told through contact names
word count: 1.5kÂ
âââ
âhi dr. reid, or u-um spencer? is that all right? can i call you by your first name? i was wondering if i could get your number, so we could have a line of communication and allâ
you stood in front of him, smiling brightly. this was your first jet ride of your first case. you believed first impressions were important, and a little more important when that first impression was with him
youâd gone to the same college as him, given you went around 12 years after he did, and his name was always brought up. when you were a criminal justice major and cal tech, spencer reid was a name that was hard to not know. you studied his analysis, you read his doctoral papers, and you admired him from a far. just an alumni, smart one, cute one at that, but just an alumni, someone to learn from
okay so maybe you had a crush on him, but of course you didnât that was ridiculously, youâd never even met the man
but there you were, somehow you fought your way through school, the academy, and the baus hiring process, and you went from admiring learner, to colleague
he was beautifully perched on the edge of the jet seat, staring down at the chess set, playing against himself
âoh hello, and spencer is quite fine. just appreciative to be called anything other than morganâs chosen nick name of âpretty boyâ. i mean i guess it is a compliment? well it feels degrading in a sense, i digress,,â
he chuckled awkwardly
when he was nervous, he rambled, and you made him nervous
he and garcia had thoroughly researched you before you had joined
you were top of your class at cal-tech, top of your class at the academy, your published work was astonishing for someone your age, you had numerous letters of recommendation from highly regarded professors
you were nothing short of excellent, and nothing short of beautiful
long hair with bangs that perfectly framed your face, dimples on both of your cheeks, a smile that could light up any room you walked into
so needless to say, spencer already had a crush on you before you walked through the bau doors
â and oh iâm regarding that phone number, let me...â
he shuffled through his satchel, files, books, tea bags and granola bar wrapper being pushed a side in search of his business card
âshoot, i canât find it, hereâ
he pulled his phone out
âwhy donât your enter your number, and iâll text you so that you can save the contact as well?â
âoh perfect!â
you grabbed his phone typing in your number, and handing it back
ât-thank you!â
you turned to walk away
âoh wait! could you spell your last name for me? i wouldnât want to get it wrongâ
you spelled it out, he typed in the letters into his phone
now you were officially in his phone as plainly
ây/n l/nâ
â
you guys quickly went from colleagues to friends
ever since that first text that spencer sent to share his number, you two were inseparable
carpooled to work and back
sat next to each other on the jet
office spaces next to each other
coffee âdatesâ
hotel slumber parties during cases
friday night game night traditions
endless conversations
book recommendations
and of course
a blinding amount of romantic tension
a couple months into you working at the bau you were sitting on spencerâs desk, him reclined in his chair
âiâm telling you! iâm amazing at gin rummyâ
âmhm okayâ
you hit him playfully with a file
âmhm? what is that supposed to mean? do you doubt my skills?â
âno not at all, i just know iâd crush youâ
you raised an eyebrow
âokay dr reid? you wanna go?â
he pulled a deck of cards out of his drawer
âiâll dealâ
he said, shuffling the cards
7 rounds later, you had beat him by 27 points
âHA!â
he looked down in defeat
âHA HA HA!!!!â
âi let you winâ
âUNTRUE UNTRUE! you knocked and were so confident that you had won, but guess what? I HAD GINâ you laughed un controllably while spenxer rolled his eyes
âthey donât call me y/n âgin rummy godâ l/n for nothing!â
he perched his face in his hands, staring up at your giggly face that still remained seated on his desk
âwho calls you thatâ
âeveryone! and now you have to!â
he laughed, pulled out his phone went to his contacts
he typed in
ây/n âpretty okay at gin rummyâ l/nâ
he showed you the screen
âhappy?â
you squinted in to read it
âveryâ
âââ-
it didnât take very much longer until you and spencer were dating
it happened one day on the jet, you were flying home and while sitting next to spencer instinctually laid your head on his shoulder
that wasnât too abnormal, but spencer bent his neck down to kiss you softly on the forehead
you looked at him
he looked at you
finally an action that couldnât be written off as platonic
with scared eyes he looked at you, looking like he had just committed a grave crime
as he had forgotten that you two were not dating, you had forgotten that the entire team was also on that jet
so you grabbed his face and kissed him, kissed him long, gently wrapping your arms around his neck, until you heard an âahemâ from derek
âfinallyâ
he laughed, you and spencer just stared at each other an also burst into laughter, and from then on, you were his girl, his love, his object of adoration, his lady
â-
3 months into your relationship, spencer had gotten a concussion
he was okay, just unable to fly
you were about to board the jet, face buried in spencers shoulder
âi donât have to go spencerâ
âyes, yes you doâ
âi donât want to leave youâ
ây/n i will survive, and itâs not like iâm gonna be alone in the office, iâll be consulting virtually through garciaâ
you pressed a kiss to his lips
âokay, iâll miss youâ
âmiss you tooâ
you let go of his hand and jogged up to emily who was boarding the plane
âyou two are vileâ she said laughing
ânot funny!â
-
the case was tough, even tougher with spencer not around
though he and garcia made quite the duo
âhey spencer could you call y/n for me? iâm on this line with derekâ
âyeah of courseâ
he pressed your contact on his favorite list
your name saved as âmâladyâ
garcia noticed immediately
âmâlady?! MâLADY??? if you two arenât the cutest pair of 18th century literature nerds i donât know what isâ
he giggled, you picked up the phone
âspence?â
garcia started shouting
âY/N YOU SUcK! YOU AND YOUR PERFECT ADORABLE RELATIONSHIP WITH CUTE LITTLE CONTACT NAMES! HAVE SOME MERCY FOR THE SINGLE PEOPLE HUH?â
you started to laugh
âgarcia do you have that list of names i asked for?â
ââ-
4 years, 1 built in library, and 3 cats later
spencer knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you
it was a warm saturday, and you and spencer went to the museum of natural sciences
you were standing in front of the aquatic birds exhibit
you were reading the swan description
âswan, largest waterfowl species of the subfamily anserinae, family anatidae. most swans are classified in the genus cygnus. swans are gracefully long-necked, heavy-bodied, big-footed birds that glide majestically when swimming and fly with slow wingbeats and with necks outstretched. swans mate for life, and can actually die from heart break if their partner dies, interestingâ
âyeah, swans are usually a symbol of love and marriageâ
âhow sweet, such romantic birdsâ
spencer took your hand
âiâm gonna love you forever, just like these swansâ
he kissed your forehead
âforever and ever spence?â
he got down on one knee
âforever and everâ
-
you wanted to wait until the perfect moment to tell the team, refraining from wearing your ring until you two could figure it out, but by an unfortunate accident, they secret was out
âhey y/n, i didnât get a chance to save your number earlier, would you mind?â
an officer at the local precinct was asking you, as to have a more direct way of contact
the entire team was sitting around a table as you typed your number into the officers phone
âoh and y/n iâm sorry how do you spell your last nameâ
âr-e-i-d, reidâ
you froze
in most of your circles you already started going by spencerâs last name, this detail slipped your mind
derek was the first to say something
âWHATâ
then emily
âYOU TWO?â
you and spencer looked at each other
âokay, weâre in engagedâ
the entire team started hugging and cheering, the rest of the precinct joining in
âso when were you planning to tell us?â hotch asked with a raised eyebrow
you laughed
âwould you believe me if i said that contact name incident was planned?â
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Vampireâs Wine
pairing: vampire boyfriend!jungkook x fem human!reader
word count: 1.4k
genre: 18+, fluff, slightly nsfw, established relationship
warnings: this whole thing is a disgusting bloody mess and not in the way you think. menstruation talk - from the use of hygiene materials to the smell of period blood, jk loves period blood - oop., casual conversation about sex and genitals
summary: You decide to brave the mystery that is menstrual cups. Jungkook is intrigued to say the least.
a/n: i needed a break from all my long af fics. u can blame my brain. u can also blame Jess @shelive-sheloveââ for telling me to write this. and for helping me pick a member to write about - but then again, she always picks jk. also @joonie-monoâ kept judging me so now that it exists she has to read it. :-)
The simple matte black box sits on the bathroom counter and itâs incredibly intimidating despite it just sitting there. You pick it up and open the case to reveal an equally black menstrual cup sitting on top of a black pouch. A slip of paper falls out when you open it and you pick it up.
Greetings Y/N! Weâre so glad youâve decided to become the owner of a BLAKD cup. We understand some people donât want color stained cups so we went ahead andâŠ
You toss the card to the side and pick up the cup and turn it around in both awe and trepidation. Thereâs a knock on the open door but you donât bother to look up.
âWhatâs that you go there?â
âJK honey, tell me. How am I supposed to stick this up my nether region?â
Jungkook snorts and plucks the cup from your hand.
âWell, my dick is bigger than this and you do such a good job taking it all in so I know my baby can handle this small thing.â He pats your cheek lovingly
You squeak and swat his arm away in disbelief. âJungkook! I swear! Youâthatâs different! Iâm not horny when Iâm trying to stick this-this monster inside of me.â
He laughs and quickly covers the little distance between you, pulling you flush against him.
âFirst of all, thatâs an insult to my dick because this,â he waves the cup in front of you and you roll your eyes at him âis no monster. Secondly, maybe we should get you horny first so it wonât be an issue.â He wiggles his eyebrows and licks his bottom lip in anticipation.
You scoff and push him away, taking the cup back from him.
âI need to figure out how to stick this up my very unaroused vagina, so please go and do your vampy things and leave me alone for a few minutes.â
He merely shrugs but of course your boyfriend who must know everything about everything asks, âBut babe, whatâs wrong with what you usually use?â
Ah, now thatâs a good question. Youâve used pads and tampons for so long and frankly you are so utterly fed up with the mess that is Aunt Flo.Â
âJungkook, you wonât even understand even if I told you.â
âTry me.â
You raise a brow but proceed anyway. âWell they stink, for one.â
âFalse. I love the way you smeâokay, sorry. Go on.â
âPads are so annoying especially when youâre sweaty and they stick to your butt and somehow you always end up bleeding everywhere except on the pad! And then tampons! Just the general scare that itâll be stuck there for too long or itâll poison you or that youâre actually not bleeding as much as you thought you were and youâre dry af and it gets so uncomfortable to take out!â you voice dies out, nearly out of breath because you failed to pause after each sentence. Jungkook watches you with amusement painted throughout his face and relaxed posture resting against the counter.
Your chest is heaving but you continue after taking a few short breaths, âPeriod panties are okay but Iâd like some extra insurance yâknow? Also everything is so fucking expensive! Tell me why weâre being paid to tend to something we absolutely cannot control? I fucking bet you if men had periods, theyâd free bleed every month and expect everyone to be okay with it. But because weâre women we have to hide it because it makesââ
Jungkook breaks you off mid-tangent kisses you and grins. âHad to stop you before you start ranting for a whole 10 minutes and then forget why you were talking in the first place.â
You return the kiss and give him an appreciative smile. Most people arenât into the âkiss someone to get them to shut upâ but in your case, you appreciated the kisses because one, Jungkook gives the best kisses and two, you really would go off forever if he didnât shut you up.
âThanks, baby. Now please leave,â you say before shoving him out the bathroom and locking the door behind him.
After what felt like (and probably was) two hours you are finally out of the bathroom, feeling so utterly defeated and exhausted. You had gotten it in, but at what cost? Both your hands still reek of blood despite scrubbing thoroughly for several minutes with soap. Your thighs are aching from squatting for so long as well. You plop down on the couch beside your boyfriend whoâs occupied playing some rando shooting game on the PlayStation. He inhales deeply and shoots you a quick glance. You give him a questioning look but he doesnât say anything.
After his match, he leans in close to your stomach and takes another big whiff. Youâve long passed being surprised at how much Jungkook likes smelling you. Youâd think he was a werewolf or something. Not that youâd tell him that because you were not in the mood to be dicked down just to âprove a point.â
âHm? You donât smell like you normally do?â
âHuh, Iâm honestly shocked considering how much I bled all over my hands and thighs.â
âCareful, Y/N. You might make me horny,â he muses as he enters another match.
âYouâre gross.â
âSo, what does the blood just⊠sit there?â
âMm, yeah. The cup keeps it all inside and when I take it out the blood will be there.â
âTell me when youâre gonna take it out, okay?â
Without breaking eye contact with the television screen, he tilts his head to plop a quick kiss on your forehead. You pull a blanket over you and watch on as your endearing thousand year old boyfriend destroys the hundredth controller because heâs still very much a baby vampy and sometimes he forgets his own strength.
âOhhh my goood this is so fucking weird,â you mutter in disgust.
Here you are, at the end of a full day of doing absolutely nothing, squatting in the tub once again. This time, instead of sticking a foreign object up your vagina, youâre trying to pull it out. You finally have a grip on the stem and your thighs are screaming at you but you fight through the burn because no way in hell are you gonna risk dropping your cup in the toilet bowl. The several guides you found on the internet said it helped to use your muscles to push it out.
âOkay, here goes nothing.â
You push and you eventually feel the suction giving way. A few drops of liquid spill out over your hand and you grimace at how warm it is. You finally pull it out from inside you and you lift it up to inspect the contents of the cup. God it was startling how warm the cup is. It was both disgusting and fascinating to see how much blood you can bleed within half a day. And the best thingâit doesnât smell! Youâre done being weirdly fascinated with your blood now. Youâve definitely been with Jungkook for too long. You hold the cup away from you and tilt it to pour down theâ
âNNOOOO!!!! STOP Y/N!!!!â
Your boyfriend stumbles into the bathroom and you watch him with absolute befuddlement as he inches closer to you with crazed eyes.
âBaby,â he reaches out to you, âwhat were you just going to do?â
âUm, pour out my period blood?â
âBaby!!â he practically whines and kneels beside the tub.
â...Yes? Jungkook?â Youâre at a complete loss for why he came bursting here in such a hurry.
âI thought I asked you to tell me when you were gonna take it out.â
âIâm sorry hun. I didnât think it was that big of a deal. Iâm just taking it out?â
âBabe.â
âMhm?â
âIâm a vampire.â
âMhm.â
âAnd Iâm your boyfriend.â
âOkay.â
âAre you really going to make me say it?â
âJungkook, I donât even know what youâre talking about so if you could just tell me, thatâd be great.â
He groans into his hands and peeks at you through his fingers.
âI wanna drink it.â
Oh, for godâs sake. You restrain yourself from rolling your eyes at him. You werenât ignorant to his obsession with blood, especially during that time of the month. He was a vampire, after all. This was a whole new experience though with nearly an ounce of your blood right in your hand. Before you can second guess yourself, you hand the cup to your very pouty boyfriend who takes it with a now huge smile gracing his face.Â
He brings the cup directly under his nose and takes a quick whiff. You wrinkle your nose in distaste. And then he lets out a deep, guttural moan. He flicks his tongue in the pool of blood then promptly empties the blood into his mouth. A normal person would not shiver at the sight of their boyfriend drinking their blood, but youâve long resigned the fact that you were not normal. Your eyes fixate on the trail of blood that missed his mouth and now fall down the side of his mouth to his chin. You swallow in sync with Jungkook who hands you back the empty cup.
His voice is hoarse when he speaks. âPlease never stop using this cup. It is the greatest creation of the modern times⊠Next to the internet. Also donât ever drain your blood anymore. Give it to me. Save the ocean.â
âYou absolute dork,â you laugh and continue your downward gaze of his body. Thatâs when you see it.
âOh my god. Jungkook. Did you⊠baby are you horny?â
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Dreams, Chapter 16
If you havenât read this series before, you might want to start on Chapter 1, or check out the Dreams Masterlist! Hereâs the series description:
When Dean dies for good leaving Sam and his girlfriend (the reader) behind, they must figure out how to carry on without him. Alone, reeling, and unsure what to do next, trying to honor Deanâs memory and follow their hearts gets even more complicated when their nightmares become dreams that feel a little too real.
Title: Dreams, Chapter 16
Pairing: (past) Dean Winchester x Reader, (eventual) Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 1754
Summary: Some of Samâs efforts to ânestâ in their new life together reveal new possibilities.
Warnings: angst, FLUFF, swearing, s l o w  b u r n
      Water laps at the weather-beaten wood of the dock underneath you slowly and the rhythm feels like hypnosis with the sun beating down a blanket. You sense Dean at your side without opening your eyes.
      âSoâŠwas he any good?â
      You canât help but laugh, hearing the echo go out over the small lake, and get up to your elbows. Itâs bright enough that you have to squint over at Dean where he lays next to a couple fishing poles and a cooler, t shirt hitched up to show a sliver of his stomach with his arms behind his head. His smile is devilish, made even more smug with eyes closed against the sun so his lashes cast an inch-long shadow on the dusting of freckles across his cheeks. âYou canât ask that!â you giggle.
      His lips flatten into a knowing line. âSo thatâs a no?â
      âJesus Christ, of course itâs not a nâyou know what, Iâm not talking to you about this,â you smile, laying back down.
      âOoh, so itâs a yes,â he teases as he turns on his side to face you. âGo Sammy. That mean you two are, like, going steady now?â
      You let your head loll over to him and roll your eyes. âAre you done?â
      âNot yet. Is he going to let you wear his letterman jacket? Take you to junior prom?â
      âIâm giving you ten more seconds.â
      Dean laughs, free and easy. âFine, okay, Iâm done. Waitâdid he wrap it?â
      âDEAN!â you yell, covering your face in embarrassment.
      âOkay, alright, okay.â Heâs still chuckling when you open your eyes to look over at him and reaches over to slip a piece of hair behind your ear. âYou, ah, you seem happy.â
      You search his eyes for any hidden anger and find only the softness of calm affection with a pinch of solemnity. Where his hand lingers in your hair you turn into it, pressing your lips to Deanâs palm. âI am.â
      Dean smiles, straight teeth a perfect row of pearls so white you think for a second they might âdingâ with sparkle like a cartoon, and he looks relaxed enough as he puts his hands back behind his head that it calls up images of a kitten falling asleep in a sunny spot like this even as he keeps his eyes on you. âTook you guys long enough.â
      âAnd youâre still okay with this?â
      âYeah, hell yeah. Thatâs the best I could ever ask for, you two happy. So, what do you say? Want to see if we can catch some fish?â
      Spring was a blessing; clean greenness breaking through the grey and white purifying the air and breathing new life into you, Sam, and the community youâd come to be a part of. The cabin was that much nicer with the new hours of sunlight pouring through the windows and all the upgrades you had put into it, to the point that you began to feel truly comfortable there. You even invited the Kaisers over for dinner a few times, feeling more like equal partners in your burgeoning friendship with them.
      You started to feel stable enough to get things; picked up a bookshelf at the combination flea/farmerâs market that happened in the K-12 schoolâs field every Saturday morning and got higher quality spatulas to cook with, the kinds of nonessential stuff you never wouldâve bought before knowing you were going to stay in one place long enough to get good use out of them. Sam, in turn, kept building: changing the locks to sturdier ones and erecting a shed big enough to hold a lawn mower.
      Youâd been cooking on an early Sunday afternoon when Sam came home and crossed the cabin in a few strides, giving you a kiss on the cheek before setting a thick paper bag down on the kitchen counter. âSmells great, whatâre you making?â
      âRatatouille!â you buzzed, placing a slice of eggplant carefully into its slot. âIâve never had it, but Iâve always thought it looks so pretty. Hopefully itâs good. Where were you?â
      âHardware store. I thought maybe I could build a greenhouse; see if we could grow anything. Might be enough to work against the cold.â
      You raised your eyebrows in appreciative surprise. âLook at you! Whatâre you thinking? Poppies? Platinum OG? Purple Haze?â
      Setting a box of screws down, Sam rolled his eyes through a smile. âMy plan was more along the lines of tomatoes or something, but Iâll, uh, take those suggestions under advisement.â You had a sudden urge to twist a gentle finger into the dimple that stayed on his cheek as he unloaded the rest of his supplies but didnât want to embarrass him, instead sweeping some garlic skins into your hand to throw into the small bucket Sam kept under the sink to collect scraps for the compost pile. When the bag was empty he refolded it and took off his jacket, passing by you to put it on its hook by the door. âWant any help?â he asked, sounding about as breezy as youâd ever heard him.
      âIt just has to bake for about an hour. Does a late lunch work with your construction schedule?â
      Sam leaned over to slip a hand around your waist and kissed the top of your head before grabbing an armful of stuff to take outside. âDefinitely. Just yell when youâre ready for me.â
      You giggled and waggled your eyebrows suggestively. âIâm always ready for you.â
      He tried his best not to blush but bit his lip in spite of himself, looking up at you with a bashful twinkle in his eye. âI walked into that one, didnât I?â
      In response you held up a spare slice of zucchini that Sam readily accepted, opening his mouth like an obedient puppy and chewing as he went out the back door.
      You loved watching Sam work on his greenhouse in the weeks that followed, getting so excited about the tiny shoots sprouting up from the soil that he sometimes woke up early to check on them before starting his day. After a few weeks he woke you up one morning with a cup of coffee, bare-chested under slightly sleep-tangled hair and the hems of his flannel pants sloppily half inside his boots. âI wanna show you something,â he said, throat still gravelly. You accepted the mug and got out of bed, following him drowsily and jamming your feet inside your shoes at the door, too tired to worry about the laces.
      He led you into the greenhouse with its clear plastic walls and pointed down at a petite bud on top of a green stalk. It had the telltale waviness of a basil leaf, and when you bent down to look closer at it the plant already smelled herbaceous. âItâs so cute!â you hummed. Sam practically glowed with satisfaction, an unbridled smile the perfect accessory to the broad span of his chest where it was backlit by the fuzzy light through the greenhouse walls. You straightened and rubbed his back in congratulations, staring down at the plant together with your coffees like parents on Christmas morning. Tucked in the corner of the greenhouse behind the basil, a scattering of bitty white flowers caught your eye against the burnt umber soil.
      âWait, you already have stuff flowering in here? Whatâs that?â you asked, tiptoeing around the wooden stakes in the soil to get closer.
      âOhâI, uhââ he stammered behind you.
      At armâs length the flowers looked vaguely familiar and you stopped short. âIs thatâ?â You turned back to Sam, who seemed not to be able to come up with anything to say, his face the kind of blank surprise that indicated he didnât know whether you were about to be upset. âReally? Whereâd you evenâŠhow did you get some?â
      He tucked his hair behind his ears to stall for even a half second. âIâwell, I found a guy who got meâgot usâsome.â
      âYou still have an African dream root hookup?â
      Samâs lips pressed into a well-practiced silent âI guess?â and he reached back to ruffle the hair at the nape of his neck, the movement stretching his side distractingly enough that if you hadnât been so startled by the discovery of a plot of dream root literally in your own backyard you mightâve forgotten what you were talking about altogether.
      You raised your eyebrows expectantly, waiting for him to explain.
      âI made some calls, found someone in Milwaukee who got his hands on some and he mailed it here. I didnât want to, uh, tell you in case I couldnât get it to grow.â
      All kinds of possibilities and frustrations raced through your head. âSo youâve had this for weeks? Thatâs why you built the greenhouse?â Sam didnât answer fast enough. âNever mind, I donât care,â you found yourself saying, and surprisingly, actually meaning. You took a deep breath to stop the words from jumbling together. âDo you think itâll work?â you breathed, knowing he would understand the real question: would we be able to see Dean together?
      âOnly one way to find out.â
      For whatever reason youâd gotten freshly showered, made up, and dressed before brewing the tea with Sam on your next day off of work. It felt like there should be some level of pomp and circumstance about it, this giant undertaking that might be able to change your whole life again, even knowing that your prep wouldnât translate into a dream. You were giddy with anxiety and almost wished you could reasonably put it off, the idea of this new possibility being yet another dead end making you nauseous.
      âYour place or mine?â you asked, trying to put a little sheen of humor on your nerves.
      Sam chuckled but you could tell he was nervous too, rubbing his palms dry on the knees of his jeans over and over again. âYou havenât done it before, right?â
      You shook your head. âIs there a learning curve or something?â
      âHonestly itâs been long enough that I donât really remember. Hold onâhold still.â He reached out and very gingerly swept a finger across your cheekbone, drawing back to show you an eyelash stuck to the whorl of its pad.
      You straightened where you sat on the edge of the bed. âThatâs as good a sign as any. Cheers, I guess.â Sam dropped the tiny hair into his mug and touched the ceramic to yours, his eyes hopeful and reassuring as you took tandem sips.
      And then you were off.
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âI like you too idiot.â- Connor Murphy X Reader
Request: can u do a connor x reader where reader is being pretty annoyed with Jared on the first day (like when he calls him a school shooter) and he steps in and defends her leading timo a nice friendship and a love confession from Connor at the end? Iâm sending love, and if u canât it is really ok, everyoneâs mental health is important, pls donât feel overwhelmed đâšđŠ- AnonÂ
Word Count: 2,542
Warnings: A couple swears and Jared Klienman being a dick. (also Connor is probs written ooc but whatever)
Authors note: Hi everyone! First of all I just want to say thank you to everyone who requested something! I am trying to work on them but I recently fell into a really bad place mentally but Iâm working on making it better. I hope to have the other requests out soon but please be patient with me. Also anon I used they/them pronouns for the reader as those are my pronouns and I want to make sure everyone can I enjoy my writing regardless of gender so I hope that okay. As always thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day/night! :) <3 (Also any feedback is very appreciated. )
First day of senior year. To say you werenât excited would be the understatement of the century. Sure you were excited to finally get out of your hometown but you had to get through the school year first and if the previous years were any indication of how this year was going to go, well lets just say it's going to be a long year.Â
You pulled into the student parking lot in your shitty car and saw there were a couple extra minutes before you actually had to be in the building, With that in mind you decided to just put your head down on the steering wheel for a few minutes to prepare yourself for the day ahead.Â
That peace was short lived though because not even 30 seconds later did a dark truck pulled up next to you. Before the car could even come to a stop Zoe Murphy flew out of the passenger seat. She flipped off the driver, who you presumed was her brother Connor, and slammed the door before storming off into the school. âJesusâ you mutter to yourself. Then another door slammed and Connor Murphy appeared in front of the truck, talking and gesturing wildly to himself. You could only make out bits and pieces of what the boy was saying before he went into the school like his sister. You heard him say something about his mom and his bitch sister and not even wanting to be there. Well at least you weren't alone in the feeling. Following the Murphy siblings you begrudgingly went into the building. The friendly secretary greated you and handed you your schedule which had your locker number on it. After searching for a few minutes you found it and just as you were starting to put things in your locker you heard his voice, Jared Klienman. He was talking to Evan Hansen and you prayed to whatever higher being that could hear you that he would leave you alone. Unfortunately that wasnât the case.Â
âWell, well, well if it isnât L/N.â You could practically hear the shit-eating grin he had on his stupid face. You were about to turn around and tell him to go away but before you could someone comes between the two of you blocking Jared from your view.Â
âFuck off Klienmanâ says the last person you expected, Connor Murphy.Â
âWoah calm down Murphy, Iâm just trying to have a conversation with Y/N hereâ Jared says starting to back up and putting his arms up as a way of showing his surrender.
âWell they obviously donât want to talk to you. Now get out of here before I punch that stupid smirk off your dumb face,â Connor says squaring off his shoulders in an attempt to look even more intimidating than usual. It worked quite well because Jared was practically running off but not before making a dig at Connor.
âYeah whatever you fucking freak.â
You saw Connorâs shoulders tense and his hands clenched into fists. You didnât know what to do but figured it would be best to leave the boy alone, so you just fidgeted with your hands. He took a deep breath then turned to face you.Â
âUhm thanks for that. You really didnât have to,â you say avoiding eye contact with him, which was quite easy considering how tall he was compared to you.Â
âNo problem, I know how much of a dick Klienman can be.âÂ
âYeah heâs the worst,â you say scoffing lightly. Then the bell signaling you were supposed to be in homeroom rang.âSee you around Connor. Thanks again,â you say before turning to shut your locker and rush to class.Â
âYeah see you around,â Connor says to no one because you were already down the hall.
The rest of the day wasnât much better, nothing happened in particular but it just still wasnât the best. After what felt like an eternity it was finally the last bell of the day, creative writing. You werenât particularly interested in writing but you had a bell to fill so you figured why not. When you walked in you did a scan of the room and saw Connor, he had an empty seat next to him at the back of the room so you decided to sit it in. âHey,â you say, startling the boy who was previously staring into space.Â
âOh hey.â
âThanks again for this morning, I really appreciate it dude,â you say making eye contact with Connor so he would know you actually meant what you were saying.
âOh yeah, it was nothing. Donât worry about it,â he says, giving you a small smile. You smiled back just as your teacher walked in which caused the conversation to end.Â
âGood afternoon class! I hope all of your days have been tolerable,â says your teacher Mr. Davidson. He was a younger man in his early 30âs which meant everyone liked him including you. âInstead of doing an ice breaker where you all lie about how interesting your summers were I want you to get to actually get to know someone in this class a little better,â he says from behind his podium at the front of the class. You were starting to panic a little, who were you going to partner up with? None of your kind of friends were in this class! Then Connor cleared his throat grabbing your attention.
âHey Y/N, wanna be partners?â The nervous energy was practically radiating off the boy. You breathed a sigh of relief.
âSure Connor.â The two of you then got up and turned your desks to face each other like the other pairs were doing. âSo Murphy whatâs your deepest darkest secret?â you say, smirking.
âWoah L/N, not even going to ask me my favorite color or anything?â he says chuckling.
âOkay, okay, fine,â you say playfully rolling your eyes. âWhatâs your favorite color Connor?âÂ
âDark green. What about you L/N? What's your favorite color?â
âY/F/C,â you say. âItâs been my favorite since I was younger,â you say shrugging.
âI respect that. Itâs a good color.âÂ
âYeah whatever, now can I hear your deepest secret?â, you say almost like a child.
âWow youâre still on this?â, he says with amusement evident in his tone.Â
âYeah I am!â you say in a mock seriousness. âMr. Davidson says we are supposed to actually get to know each other and thatâs what Iâm trying to do Murphy!âÂ
âYouâre absolutely right Y/N,â he says suddenly very serious.
âOkay fine Iâll tell you but you have to swear you wonât tell anyone.Â
âNot a soul,â you say staring at him intently and sitting at the edge of your seat.Â
âWell, here goes nothing.â He made eye contact and it felt as if he was staring into your soul. âIâm pregnant.â
You maintained eye contact until you actually processed what he said, then the two of you started laughing which caused the rest of the class to turn and look at you but for once you didnât even care because you were actually happy for the first time in what felt like forever.Â
The rest of the class went by faster than you or Connor wanted it to, but the two of you walked out to the student parking lot together and paused when you reached your cars. âUh see you tomorrow I guess,â you say but it comes out as more of a question.Â
âYeah see you tomorrow Y/Nâ, Connor says very confidently which surprised you both. You waved as a final goodbye and got into your cars. As you were driving home you thought about all the awful things you heard about Connor in the past and how untrue they were. Sure he was intimidating at first glance but heâs six feet tall for goodness sake who wouldnât be intimidated by that. You could tell from the short class period you spent getting to know him that he was simply misunderstood. Suddenly you were glad you never listened to what all the popular kids said about Connor.Â
As the school year went on you and Connor developed a sort of unspoken ritual, you would wait for Connor to get to school then you two would walk to homeroom together and then walk to your cars when the school day was over. The two of you became good friends and you found yourself actually looking forward to waking up in the morning so you could see him. The pair of you had hung out outside of school a few times and you had actually met Connorâs mom, granted it was an accident but it still happened.Â
You and Connor decided to hang out at his house because his family wasnât home that afternoon, the two of you were lounging on the couch watching some weird movie when you heard the front door open. âConnor dear? Is that you in there?â Suddenly an middle aged woman with red hair appeared with reusable grocery bags in her hands.Â
âMom?!â Connor jumped up from the couch in a panic. âI thought you had yoga today?!â
âClass was canceled because Cindy wasnât feeling well. Oh I stopped by the store and got those snacks you asked for!â she said coming into the living room box in hand. âOh? Connor, who's your friend?â she said with a small smile appearing on her lips.Â
âHi Mrs. Murphy. Iâm Y/N,â you said nervously.Â
âOh call me Cynthia dear,â she said, shooting you a smile.Â
After that Cynthia invited you to stay for dinner but you already had plans with your parents that night. She invited you a couple times after that as well. You never actually went cause Connor didnât want you to but still it was nice to know she liked you enough to invite you to dinner.Â
As fall came to a close the two of you became attached at the hip, constantly talking to one another whether it was in person or through the phone. Once the holiday season rolled around you guys got each other gifts. You got Connor a signed book from his favorite author and he got you a vinyl you had been wanting for a while.
 Once the holiday break was over the end of the first semester came quickly and you couldnât wait to finally be done with your half year courses and start the new ones. Unfortunately you had to take finals before you could be done. Although you only had two finals you were still extremely stressed out. Sure they were easy classes but the teachers were notorious for giving impossible finals. You spent the few days before the finals studying whenever there was a free moment. Connor knew you were stressed so he helped you the best he could. He offered to have study sessions even though none of his classes had finals, he went over quizlets on video calls, and he even brought you a drink with way too much caffeine on the mornings he knew you didnât sleep.Â
Once the day arrived he texted you good luck. You went into the first test and totally nailed it. Before the next testing time there was a break and when you checked your phone you saw Connor had texted you telling you how proud he was of you for studying so hard and reassuring you that you had these exams in the bag. You sent him a quick âthank you :))â and went into the testing room for the second time. This exam was a little harder than the last but you still thought you did decent. There were a couple times where Connor and his stupid mneumonic devices actually came in handy. Letting out a giant breath of relief as you stepped out of the testing room you couldnât wait to tell Connor about how much he helped. When you reached your locker and got your phone out of it you saw Connor had asked if you wanted to hang out when you were done. Obviously you said yes and told him to pick you up at your house in 15. You drove home and changed out of your testing outfit which was just sweatpants and a hoodie and put on something a little more presentable. Sure you were just going to hang out with your best friend but he also is the boy youâve been pining over for months. Youâve always found Connor attractive and when he put dickhead Klienman in his place that made him all the more hot. But then you really got to know him and you fell. Hard. He was sweet, caring, smart, and funny. Sure he had his moments but so did everyone on the planet. He had actually opened up to you about his struggles with his mental health and you did everything you could to support him. You encouraged him to ask his parents for therapy, and always made sure he took his meds in the morning. You were there for him and he was always there for you. Â
You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard the horn of Connorâs truck outside your house. You rushed outside and got into the passenger seat, âSo where to Murphy?â
âI was thinking we could get some food and just chill in a parking lot somewhere. Sound cool?â
âDefinitely. Iâve missed hanging out with you. Stupid finals,â you say with a dramatic eye roll.Â
âYeah Iâve missed hanging out with you too dork,â he says reaching over the center console and ruffling your hair.Â
âConnor Murphy! I just brushed my hair and here you go messing it up!â you say while trying to fix your now disbelieved hair.Â
âWhatever L/N. It still looks fine to me.â Although it was barely a compliment, heat still rushed to your cheeks. He pulled out of your driveway and the two of you were off. On the way to get food you guys caught up talking about everything you missed in the world of Connor because you were too focused on finals. He told you he finished a TV show you recommend and loved it. You made it to the drive through and Connor ordered, already knowing what you wanted from your many midnight outings. Once you got your food you made your way to the plaza parking lot where the restaurant was located. For the first couple minutes the two of you sat in a comfortable silence listening to the playlist Connor had made for this type of occasion. After a few minutes Connor suddenly spoke, âCan I tell you something?â
âConnor dearest you know you can tell me anything,â you say with a french fry in your mouth, not even bothering to look at him.Â
âI like you.â You choked on the fry you had in your mouth.Â
âPardon?â you say through a cough.Â
âI said I like you,â he says, a little less sure of himself. When you looked over at Connor you saw he was staring straight ahead.Â
âHey Connor.âÂ
âMhm,â he says, not daring to move.Â
âLook at me.â He just barely turned his head towards you. âI like you too idiot.â
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Love, just maybe
requested by anon: Hi! Can you please write a Yeosang fic where he's in a wheelchair and a caretaker is hired to look after him and he falls in love with her? Thank you!!
a/n: in case anyone spots any medical inaccuracies and/or language I shouldnât be using, please let me know so I can fix that!! thank u, enjoy <3
pairing: Yeosang x caretaker!f!reader
genre: fluff, very slight angst
word count: 2453
warnings: non-idol AU, mentions of disability and wheelchairs, mentions of driving, mentions of car crashes, brief mentions of food, Wooyoung unintentionally becomes the wingman of the year with someone elseâs help lol
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You were not the slightest bit sure of how to feel about the situation, tapping your fingers against your steering wheel anxiously while you impatiently waited for traffic to clear up.
A man by the name of Jung Wooyoung had contacted you earlier this week, explaining that his friend Yeosang was in need of a caretaker but stubbornly refused to look into hiring one himself.
You had taken the âofferâ without much thinking (it was more of a desperate request although Wooyoung would never admit this), especially since Yeosang was supposedly around your age and itâd make bonding with him easier, but now that you sat here in your car you werenât all that confident anymore.
It seemed you werenât allowed to dwell on this any longer, however, since you finally saw traffic clear up and were able to continue your way to your destination, namely Yeosangâs house.
You glanced at your duffle bag on the passenger seat, mentally checking if youâve got everything - since you were a live-in caretaker, it meant youâd be staying for a while - more precisely, until your client decided they no longer required or wanted your assistance. It didnât take you much longer to pull into the driveway of Yeosangâs house, which turned out to be a small townhouse in the outskirts of the city.
You climbed out of your car after taking a deep breath to calm your nerves
To your surprise, you found an abundance of flowers blooming in the frontyard. You also spotted a set of swings a little further back, curious to find out the reasoning for the presence of both of these things since you knew Yeosang had been a wheelchair user for quite some time and most likely didnât take care of his garden or constructed those swings himself.
You werenât any less startled when you rang the doorbell, only for a little girl who you assumed to be around 11 years old to open the door and greet you with a bright smile, âHi there, maâam! Are you here to visit uncle Sang?â
You quirked a brow at the words âuncle Sang,â crouching down to be eye level with the girl before nodding at her, âSomething like that, yeah. Could you go and get him for me?â
âMhm! Just give me a minute~â She giggled as she ran off back into the house, returning shortly after with Yeosang following behind her. He was pretty good-looking, you had to admit. His messy blonde hair framed his face perfectly, and you wondered if it was as fluffy as it looked-
âMiss?â It was the girlâs voice that broke you out of your thoughts, her head tilted to the side inquisitively as she looked at you, âAre you okay?â
âHm~? Yeah Iâm fine, donât worry.â You gave her a smile to reassure her, one she promptly reciprocated before turning to Yeosang when he gently placed his hand on her shoulder.
âItâs getting late, Minji.â He spoke softly, âYou should get home, I bet your little brother and your parents wanna hear all about what we did today~â
She whined as he playfully ruffled her hair, nodding at him in understanding, âFine~ See you tomorrow, uncle Sang! Bye bye, nice lady~!â
You found it adorable how she addressed you before she gave both you and Yeosang each a small hug before skipping off, presumably back to her own house.
Yeosang watched her with a smile until neither of you could see her anymore, the male clearing his throat awkwardly while his eyes inspected the bag in your hand.
He motioned you to follow him after another beat as he carefully pushed his wheelchair backwards and further into the house, stepping inside and closing the door behind yourself afterwards.
âI know why youâre here, since Wooyoung canât keep his mouth shut,â Yeosang finally spoke, and it was as if the weight of your nervousness physically dropped from your shoulders, âand I imagine that you know why Iâm not all too pleased about it.â
There was no disdain whatsoever towards you in his tone, only exasperation about the fact that his best friend had gone against his wishes.
He took a deep breath to calm himself before continuing, âAs Iâm sure youâre aware, I dislike having other people do things for me. I grew up being independent from others so this... circumstance isnât exactly a fortunate one. If you can prove within, letâs say... a week that you genuinely care for more than the money thatâs in it for you for doing this, Iâll let you stay even longer.â
It was a fair agreement - if Yeosang was to have a caretaker despite being highly apprehensive about the idea, the least he could make clear is that he didnât want anyone whoâd do a half-assed job and only pretend to care about him.
âWeâve got a deal.â You stated firmly in response, placing your bag on the floor next to you and extending a hand for the blonde to shake. He appeared to hesitate for a split second before shaking your hand with a nod, and you couldâve sworn you his lips twitch into the faintest bit of a smile.
âLovely. Since I know youâll need the knowledge, I figured I should tell you where all the rooms are.â He gestured for you to follow, watching him manage to turn himself around before picking up your bag again and letting him lead the way for you.
It was a pretty spacious living space for a single person, though given the circumstances, you werenât particularly surprised about it.
âLetâs see... My bedroom is down the hall, and so is my bathroom. Minjiâs room, the guest room youâll be staying in and the guest bathroom are upstairs. And the kitchen, living room and dining room are, as you can surely tell, all connected.â
âGot it.â
Yeosang cleared his throat, and you subconsciously straightened your posture a little. âNow,â he said, âyou should know that I tend to go to sleep really early, so I suppose this is what I will go ahead and do now. You can explore a little more if you want, but you should get rest as well since you officially start working tomorrow.â
âAre you sure you wonât need my help tonight...?â You inquired tentatively, not wanting to overstep any kind of boundary, and Yeosang seemed hesitant to answer before nodding firmly. âThank you... but Iâll manage.â He finally said, âGood night, Y/n.â
You shouldnât have been as stunned by his use of your name as you were, yet there you stood, watching him make his way down the hallway before disappearing into his bedroom. You turned on your heel, deciding that exploring could wait in favor of making yourself at home in âyourâ room.
You skipped up the stairs, your bag swung over your shoulder, and were quick to find the bedroom youâd be staying in. Minjiâs room was decorated overly cutely, while yours looked... lived in. You made a mental note to make sure to ask Yeosang about this.
And sure enough, prove yourself like he challenged you to do was exactly what you did.
Finding out the time Yeosang would usually wake up, you made it your goal to always get up before him to cook a healthy breakfast for him and prepare clothes for him to wear. He was initially reluctant to let you help with the latter, although it didnât take him long to admit that he both needed and appreciated your assistance with things he wasnât able to do by himself. Yeosang blushed profusely whenever he asked you to help him in bathroom, be it to empty his bladder or to wash himself, but he did catch himself warming up to you faster than heâd like anyone to know.
He admired the care you put into helping him even with arguably straining tasks like changing positions into a chair, for example, even though he was capable of doing so with minimal help. He took to either reading or playing the violin whenever you left the house to run errands like grocery shopping, and he couldnât help but let his mind drift to you.
He had once been so distracted by his own thoughts that you had caught him playing a gentle piece on his instrument of choice, and he mentally scolded himself for the rest of that day for allowing it to come to such an embarrassment.
You, however, were absolutely endeared. Both by the fact that he was able to play an instrument as beautiful as the violin, and by the observation youâve made that he seemed to have quite a big soft spot for Minji.
Speaking of the young girl, you grew closer to her as well - she even began calling you âaunt Y/nâ after a few visits, and you couldâve sworn that her cuteness had melted you right where you stood.
It didnât go unnoticed by Yeosang either, and it had him constantly repeating the two words in his head. He refused to admit it aloud, but he knew that what had his mind racing was the thought of a possible relationship with you thatâd go beyond simply caring for him.
Similarly, you found yourself thinking about what it might actually be like to care for a child together with the blonde but snapped out of it before you allowed yourself to take your thoughts to a level that exceeded the professional one you shouldâve been keeping it at.
It was Yeosang who finally broke the splintering ice between the two of you after approximately three and a half weeks of you living with him while you two were sitting on the terrace that overlooked his garden, enjoying a comfortable evening together, and you couldnât help but tense a little from his words, âYou know,â he began, âI feel like you deserve some answers to the questions I know you have but are too hesitant to ask.â
You felt your cheeks warm, he couldnât have been any more correct with his observation.
âLetâs see - your room looked so... used, if you will, because itâs the room Wooyoung previously stayed in before he was forced to move away for work and consequently hired you to take care of me. As for Minji, her parents are away a lot so thatâs why she comes over almost every day. Wooyoung and her parents constructed those swings for her when she started visiting me more frequently, and Minjiâs friends are the ones taking care of the garden together with her. Yâknow, since I canât for obvious reasons.â
You nodded thoughtfully in response, somewhat overwhelmed by the amount of information you were being given but still grateful for Yeosangâs willingness to be this open with you.
âItâs been almost a year since the accident that caused me to be as I am now, in a wheelchair and codependent due to paraplegia. I will be honest, I neither know nor care to find out why that other guy rammed my car with his... I just know that we wouldnât be sitting here having this conversation if he didnât and I donât think Iâll ever forgive him for putting me in this situation, in this dilemma of being unable to move or even just feel my lower half.â
âThatâs understandable... I can only imagine how much it ruined your life, not to mention the emotional trauma that mustâve come with the accident.â You replied softly, trying to be careful with your words as Yeosang nodded in agreement, âYeah, I havenât sat in a car again ever since it happened. And I donât really like talking about it, admittedly...â
You tilted your head at him in question while he trailed off, âI donât mean to offend, but if thatâs the case... Why are you telling me?â
âI canât blame you for being confused about it, and Iâll be happy to explain my reasoning behind this. Truth is, I like you. In a more than âyou care for me so I act nice around youâ way, in a... âI want to get closer to youâ kind of way.â
You couldnât help but quirk an eyebrow at Yeosangâs roundabout way of confessing to you, âAre you saying... you have a crush on me?â
âI- well, yeah. Thatâs what Iâm trying to say.â Yeosang nodded shyly at your tentative question, a hum sounding in your throat in response before he continued, nervously fidgeting with his hands a little. âListen, I just... I think I could fall in love with you. I want to ask you to permanently move in with me, because I most definitely will never get sick of you. Of course you donât have to accept, if you donât want to or just donât feel the same way...â
He trailed off, not even realizing how distracted he was by the way the light of the setting sun illuminated your face until he heard you giggle softly. Yeosang blushed when he noticed that you had, rather boldly, moved your chair closer to him and were now stroking his hair absentmindedly. He found it pathetic how easily the simple gesture flustered him, not dwelling on it any longer while you spoke, âItâs funny that you bring this up, honestly... Because I happen to feel the exact same way. And maybe, just maybe, I could also see myself falling in love with you in the future. With all of you.â
âAll of me?â Yeosang echoed tentatively, âAre you sure..?â
You nodded a little more enthusiastically than intended, although that was presently the least of your concerns, âIâm sure. What kind of person would I be if I rejected you purely because of something thatâs out of your control?â
Yeosang felt a grin tug at his lips at the double meaning of your statement, although he found himself fumbling a little over his words. âTouchĂ©. So... what now? Is this the part where I ask you to be my girlfriend?â
âIt is, and itâs also the part where I answer that question with a âyesâ~â
Yeosang beamed at you, truly delighted that you were willing to give him a chance to be yours. Little did you know though that, as the two of you continued to talk until late in the night about everything under the sun, there was a certain young girl watching you both from where she sat at her window in the neighboring house with a small dreamy sigh before suddenly jumping up and making a run for it down the stairs.
âMom, can you give me the phone for a sec? I wanna tell uncle Woo that my matchmaking plan worked~!â
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where our demons hide {dark!steve rogers x fem!reader} part 3
where our demons hide {dark!steve rogers x fem!reader} part 3
status â ongoing series
warnings â non-con, oral sex (receiving), name-calling, swearing, porn with a bit of plot, dark!steve rogers, penetrative sex, mentions of birth control pills n plan b, somnophilia, hints of stalking, car sex, dry humping, hints of being drugged
word count â 3,181 words
a/n â u can read this as a standalone but if you want, you can read the first & second part. my askbox is open if you guys wanna talk, rant, or if u have questions abt this fic or my other fics. feedback is very much appreciated! have a great day and stay safe guys :>
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part one â tony stark
part two â sam wilson
Popping open the hood of her car, Y/N maneuvered from behind the wheel and in front of the car. Lifting the hood and propping it open with the hood prop, she tried to check what was wrong with the engine. To her knowledge, there was no issue with the carâs battery, and that the spark plugs looked intact, while there was no damage in her air filter.
Just as she was to open the radiator cap, Y/N heard heavy footsteps coming closer, peering over her shoulder, she was able to make out that it was Captain Rogers himself who seemed to be approaching her while carrying a bottled water with him. âEverything alright here?â he wondered as Steve stood a few metres away from her.
Placing one of her hands on the radiator cap, the other gestured to her car, âNot really, no. Car decided not to start so Iâm left to wonder whatâs wrong with it, Captain.â Steve nodded in understanding, âWant me to take a look at it? Pretty girls like you in that dress shouldnât sweat these kinds of things, you know?â
Y/N chuckled nervously, surprised by the compliment but figured that being the gentleman that he was, Steve Rogers would offer to take a look at her car, she decided that she did not want to seem like a know-it-all or snobby, so she took up his offer, âUh, that would be great, yeah. Iâm not really knowledgeable with cars, so,â she trailed off weakly.
He smiled warmly at her, handing the bottled water, âYou mind holding this for me? You can even have it if you want,â he offered, and the gleam in his eyes looked as if he really was concerned for her well-being. Nodding, Y/N took the bottled water â and in that moment did she only realize how thirsty she really was and so she twisted the cap, weirdly with ease and no hassle just like how one would usually struggle in opening a bottled water, and took a big gulp of it.
Wiping her mouth of the residual water with the back of her hand, she thanked Steve for his efforts, âThank you for the water, by the way,â she began and she noticed how his smile widened and she was far too concerned with her carâs conditions to catch the hint of darkness behind that smile of his, âAny luck figuring out whatâs wrong with it yet?â
She did not want to seem impatient or doubtful with his ability to figure out  what was wrong with her car. No, she just was eager to go home and take a bubble bath while sipping on some wine. It had been a stressful two weeks for her, not only in terms of her work. But also of the two other events that involved two of the Avengers. There was a part of her that was debating whether she should file a harassment complaint since they both had made moves to her and refused to listen to her pleas. While there was also this part of her that was extremely satisfied and pleased with the events â for they both had given her unimaginable pleasure.
Lost in her thoughts, she missed how Steve had already checked on the transmission oil, windshield washer fluid, and brake fluid â for he was now lowering the hood prop and closing the hood. âIt seems like thereâs something wrong with the transmission oil and thereâs a leak in the container of the brake fluid.â Y/N frowned, in confusion and disappointment, the past few times sheâd use her car she failed to notice that there was something wrong or leaking with her car. But then it also meant that she would have to spend thousands on repairing it and now she had to take a cab home which would delay her relaxation plans.
With a sigh, she thanked him, âWell thatâs a bummer, but thank you Captain. At least I know what to say to the mechanic when he takes a look at it,â Steve wiped his hands on his grey shirt, âIt was nothing, just wished I could be of more help to you. Plus, call me Steve, itâs not like weâre complete strangers, yeah?â
Y/N was grabbing her shoulder bag and laptop bag that was placed on the front passenger side as Steve replied so she missed the light and dark smirk he had when saying the last part. Shutting and locking the car, âYou were a big help, Ca-Steve, thank you, really. Now if youâll excuse me, Iâll now be calling a cab.â
Upon saying how she decided to go home, Steve looked at her as if he had a bright idea, âWhat about I drive you home? Itâs not like I have anything big planned tonight anyway,â he suggested to her. She looked up at him bewildered, she knew that Steve was kind and thoughtful, but she doubted she was someone important enough for him to go the extra mile. âIf youâre sure it wonât be a big hassle to yeah,â before she could even finish the sentence, the Avenger was already grabbing her hand and leading her to where his car was parked.
âYou seem very much eager huh?â she chuckled, trying to hide her nervousness. Steve looked at her and smiled, âJust need to get away from the compound, you know? Had a tough meeting earlier with Stark so needed to let off steam,â he explained.
At the mention of the hero, she silenced herself since memories of the time she spent with him resurfaced; while there was also a part of her that was curious about what they had talked about. Steve opened the door for her once they reached his car â she was also surprised with how there was only a short distance they had to walk to reach his car, but in her exhausted state, she was thankful for that. After closing the passenger door for her, Steve quickly jogged over to the driverâs side. âUh I live at 300 40th avenue,â Y/N spoke up as he turned on the engine. As Steve began driving, he smirked as he mumbled something the head of research could not quite catch, âWhat did you say?â A shake of his blonde hair was the only response she got, before she could further inquire, there was a ringtone that surprised them both.
Muttering a string of apologies, Y/N grabbed for her phone and read the reminder she had set out to remind her to take her birth control pills. She decided that it would be better for her to take these pills instead of always buying Plan B every time sheâs had sex. Fumbling, she looked for the pill case she placed on her bag, âEverything alright, Y/N?â Steve wondered and looked at her when they were stopped at an intersection by the stoplight.
She nodded, showing him the pill case she had found, âJust need to drink these, thanks once again for the bottled water,â putting the car back on drive, Steve could only smile to himself and say how it was nothing big. From his peripheral vision, he could see how she swallowed the pill and washed it down with the water, finishing it all in one gulp. They knew how she twice bought Plan B following her sexual activities with Sam and Tony; they were surprised as well to find out that she started to be on the pill.
After taking the pill, Y/N started to feel drowsy. Which was weird considering the previous times when sheâd take it and be able to carry out with the rest of her day. It must be because of the exhaustion, she thought to herself. With that, she allowed herself to close and rest her eyes.
Turning off the engine and parking in a dark and secluded spot. They have yet to reach her place, but knowing that the front of it was illuminated and had the tendency of having passersby â and Steve could not risk anyone seeing them. Unbuckling his seat belt, he turned to where the sleeping beauty had peacefully been snoozing ever since she drank all of the water he had drugged.
His left hand was reaching over to her side to lower her seat while the right one unlatched her seat belt. Once heâs done both, Steve crossed the center island of the car and straddled over where Y/Nâs unconscious form was laying. Brushing his knuckles over cheeks he stared at her adoringly, âMaybe our next time together, youâll be fully awake. And hopefully then youâll be able to  enjoy this.â
Her face did not twitch or any part of her body did not respond to his touch and his words. Steve decided that there was no time to waste; he made quick work of unzipping the side of her dress, from there he hurriedly tried to undress her from the confines of her yellow dress that just accentuated her figure. Lowering the upper portion of her dress and freeing her arms, Steve was surprised to see how she didnât wear a bra; and her stiff and mouth-watering nipples greeted him.
âLooks like you knew how much I wanted you, baby girl,â he muttered before dipping his head down to suck on one her nipples, while his hand toyed with the other; pulling, twisting, and pinching on it while his mouth enveloped her nipple, even her entire breast, and left his marks on it. Pulling away even to just switch â Â his mouth focusing on the nipple he had toyed with his hand while his other hand further toyed with the saliva he had left on the other nipple â had proven to be difficult for him since he could not get enough of it.
Once he was sure that he had left his mark on her other breast, Steve reluctantly pulled his head and hand away, âFuck baby, youâre so irresistible.â He then proceeded in lifting the bottom part of her dress until it rested just above her navel.
As he was sliding her beige lace, almost see-through panties, he talked to her as if she was awake, âAs much as I love these panties, Iâm afraid Iâm gonna have to keep them, doll,â he twisted and placed it on the glove compartment behind him before facing her once more, âBut I talked with Tony earlier, we agreed to change your dress code,â he slid one of his hands down to her stomach then to her clit where he began rubbing her quickly, âStarting today, you arenât allowed to wear panties anymore,â surprised with the juices that came out of her following his actions, he decided that he needed to feel more of her and slid in two of his fingers, âThe only thing you can wear down there, is our cum.â
Steve then was relentless in pushing in and out his fingers, he couldnât get enough of how tight she was and how her body seemed to never stop producing wetness; it became to much for him to the point wherein he was now humping his hard-on her thigh as he was sucking and licking her breasts, switching between the two every so often.
âCan only imagine how tight youâll be with my cock inside you, doll,â Steve grunted as he slid in a third finger inside her, resulting in her walls hugging his fingers even tighter which caused Steve to stop his oral assault on her breasts and grind even faster on her thigh. With the three fingers inside her, his thumb began on rubbing her clit; determined to get him to cum for him, âCome on, baby, I know you can come for me,â Steve whispered and he stopped his grinding on her for he wished to cum inside her and was determined to get her to cum first.
As if her body responded to him, even in her blacked out state, she did cum after a few more harsh thrusts and rubbing of his fingers. âYou are one obedient little girl, arenât you?â Steve laughed in surprise but was still pleased as he pulled out his fingers from her cunt and brought the drenched fingers into his mouth, and he moaned loudly at the taste of her cum dripping on his fingers, âYou taste better than anything I ever ate, baby girl.â
Once he was done drinking up her juices that stuck to his finger, he began unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, not fully removing them but just enough for his cock to be free from their restraints, âMaybe next time youâll be the one to get a taste of me, hm?â Lifting one of her legs and placing it on his shoulder, he began to tease the tip of his cock by rubbing it just at her entrance, spreading some of her cum.
Pushing in slowly, Steve let out a loud grunt at how wet and warm her pussy was. His left hand was holding on the leg that was placed on her shoulder, while the right one was grabbing onto one of her breasts. Sliding all the way in, he had to stay still for a few seconds due to how tight her walls enveloped his dick, his hand was no doubt leaving a mark on her leg with how intensely he was grabbing onto her. âThey failed to mention how tight you were gonna be, baby,â he muttered as he began to slowly thrust into her pussy.
Slow and sharp thrusts were being given to her motionless figure, and Steve loved how she seemed to be welcoming it with how her cunt was clenching on his dick. Once getting the hang of he was being wrapped in her walls, Steveâs thrusts gradually became faster. His hips slamming into the back of her thigh and her body was shaking with his thrusts. The super soldier's stamina and endurance was being challenged with the way her body was welcoming him.
In between his fast and ruthless thrusts, he managed to remove his hand from her breast and put it on her other leg and lift it, but instead of placing it on his shoulder, he pushed both of her legs until they were almost by her ears and resting at the carâs headrest. Surprised by her flexibility and how her body was compliant with how he moved it around, he grunted out his praises for her, âSuch a whore you are, baby. Just letting me use you any way you want huh?â
After a hard thrust, he slammed in and didn't move for a while, even then her walls were squeezing him. His mouth found her neck and sucked on it enough to leave his marks, âYou fucking like this, donât you?â he muttered as he began to move his hips in circles, not yet thrusting. âYou like it when the Avengers use your body? Like being our slut, baby?â
He heard her moaning and letting out small whimpers, he smirked thinking that maybe she thought what he was doing was all a dream, but sheâd be pleased to know it was not a dream and instead very much real. He pulled his cock out of her pussy, until only the tip was in her, then thrust right back in her quickly and roughly, which made Steve moan loudly for he was close to reaching his climax.
Repeatedly, he would slam how hips hard onto the back of her thighs. But now he would rub her clit with his one hand while the other busied itself with toying with her nipples. As his mouth was making sure to leave marks in her neck that would be difficult to cover up, he was whispering to her, âI can feel you squeezing me even more baby, fuck didnât think that was possible,â her clit had already been swollen with how he was rubbing her and her pussy was clenching on him so hard he thought he was already gonna spill his seed inside of her, âCome on baby, come for me. Drench my cock with your juices. Own this cock.â
If Steve wasnât already getting into town earlier, he was now. Both his hands now grabbed onto her raised legs and proceeded to frantically thrust his cock in and out of her like it would be his only time to fuck her. He was moving her body in a way to respond to how he was entering in her and it wasnât long until he felt her squirt on his cock which caused him to let out a loud moan as he saw how her pussy released juices that not only soaked his cock, but also coated his jeans. âFuck baby girl, that was good, youâre such a good fucking girl,â the super solider moaned out as he loosened his grip on her legs and thrusted all the way in as he spilled his cum inside her.
Panting and worn out, Steve lowered her legs and collapsed on top of her â but not to the point that his weight would crush her. His head was on her shoulder as he was struggling to catch his breath as his cock was still planted deep in Y/N and was being squeezed by her walls, as if milking everything he has to offer her.
As he was laying on her, he felt her move and twitch slightly, he looked up to see her slowly opening her eyes and blinking them. She looked out the window and recognized that she was at the abandoned lot near her home. Steve then sat from where he was laying and looked down on her with a sinister smile. Her eyes bulged upon seeing him on top of her, her gaze then drifted down on where her breasts were exposed and her dress was gathered at her stomach.
âWhat happened?â was the only thing she managed to ask the Avenger, who only laughed as he pulled out his cock out of her pussy with a hiss, âYou were a good girl for me, baby. You came around my fingers like I wanted to and you even fucking squirted when I was balls deep in you.â Steve placed his cock back in his jeans and zipped it up, he made his way back to the driverâs seat and started the engine then began to drive.
Meanwhile, Y/N was shocked and frozen with what she had just found out, she slid her hand down to check on her vagina, and was indeed surprised to find that her clit was throbbing and sensitive, along with the fact that it was soaked with juices â though she wasnât sure if it was hers or his. Suddenly being aware of how she was exposed, she began to redress herself as Steve parked in front of her apartment complex.
Turning off the engine, he turned to her with a smile, âWhy donât you show me where you live and maybe we can spend the night together, hm?â
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34+35 live stream
description: arianaâs live stream before debut of 34+35 remix music video.
word count: 2.22k
A/N: little piece based off this live stream that ariana did in the countdown to her releasing the 34+35 remix music video with doja and megan. obvs not included every question but just a few fun bits and harry mentions for you x
also disclaimer, this is NOT real, if u don't wanna read about these two then don't, iâm not tryna act like theyâre together it is fiction.
†anywayz hope u enjoy luvs xox
â   "HELLO EVERYONE! thank u for coming to this premier,â ariana smiled sweetly at the camera, as the video cut to a shot of her for the beginning of the countdown.
âwe had so much fun making this 34+35 remix video for you, and uhh, we hope you love it.â she continued, playing with her hair. no matter how long she did this for she swore she would never cease to get slightly nervous in these situations. where it was her alone, in front of a camera. but her fans made her feel at ease, and she felt she owed them something, as she hadnât done many quarantine interviews like other celebs have.
âi thought i would come celebrate and join the countdown with you guys. which is something that I've never done before, but iâm very happy to be here and i was very excited to get some questions from you all...â she held up the sheets of twitter questions she had received, âum that iâm gonna be answering while iâm here so, i cant wait to celebrate this together and countdown and answer some of your questions!â she finished with a smile.
and it was genuine. a real smile that her fans were thrilled to see.
ariana was genuinely so happy and content with her life right now. with her family, her music, her friends, harry. harry her FIANCE!! might she add.
everything just felt perfect, and after all the shit the last couple years had thrown her way, she appreciated the break.
 she got her love back, she was making music that she fully loved, and put her whole soul into, and she had fans who had stuck with her and supported her through some of the darkest times in her life, that were now able to experience her happiness and personal growth with her. so truly, little things like this, felt like the least she could do for them.
âohh this is a good one because its 34 35 relatedâ she tucked her hair behind her ears, â@noirgrande said âummm its just i wanna the end of 34+35 is it awww shit or nooo shit, i just wanna sing the song rightâ
âumm it is indeed no shitâ she confirmed, smiling matter of factly at the camera before reciting the closing line of the song.
~~~~~~~~~~~
â@arianalocks1223 said âwill we get to see the track list before the songs release?ââ she paused for a second to process - which turned into a few more seconds, she was a bit slow today. she had told harry with full sincerity that she thought it was because she was getting old but he had just cracked up at her absurd statement, and told her that if that was the case heâd still think she was a milf
âyou will!â she nodded with certainty, âindeed. ummm... i can tell you them nowâ she blurted, oops.
âi suppose thats not like... is that against the rules? can i do that?â she turned, to question scooter who was supervising off camera, not wanting to get her label mad at her for releasing too much information, something she has a tendency to do.Â
after getting the nod of reassurance from him she turned back to the camera, âso out of âPOVâ, you go into, um, an interlude called âsomeone like uâ. after that is a song called âtest driveâ, after that is the 34/35 remix with doja and megâ she smiles lightly, âand after that is a song called âworst behaviourâ, and after worst behaviour is... a song called âmain thingâ...â she finishes, a shy smirk forming on her face, dimples appearing, âso thatâs the tracks.âÂ
continuing with the countdown, ariana felt her heart warm at the love her fans were giving her and this album. she loved interacting with them and making them happy and proud of her so knowing she had done just that, was an amazing feeling.
âumm hesbloodsline... @hesbloodsline ... iâm really fond of this question because its really to the point, âwhere's the pig and where the fuck is harry?ââ she smiled, holding in a laugh.
âpiggyâs here, she's great, she's really doing so well and life is really good for her right now, she's really thriving and doing her thingâ she ranted, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, âum, i make her big salads everyday that she likes, she's doing really great. she asked me to stop posting her as much because she's actually really offended by a lot of your jokes that you make on twitter, she asked me to have a word with you guysâ she continued to joke, well aware that she probably found herself more funny than anyone else did right now.
âshe doesn't like the jokes about being eaten, they really hurt her, umm yeh, and she asked me to convey that... no sheâs great...â she finally decided to answer, âand harry, is on set today, so um, yeh thats where he is... but don't worry i will tell him to keep you in the loop, iâve got youâÂ
ariana unconsciously let a small smile take over her glossed lips when talking about harry. he had been so excited about this new project and seeing him passionate and happy about anything heâs doing, always made her happiest.
~~~~~~~~~~~
ânicole! @nastyctrl. nicole said âwho helped come up with the concept for the positions music video, love u sm ariâ love you so much to, i love you so much moreâ she paused, she loved this story,
âum this is actually a really funny story, dave and i had been going back and forth on several different concepts, and i couldn't, like... marry one... i couldn't really, like, really commit to one, i wasn't 100% sold. and it was missing a certain element of empowerment. and i kept, you know, trying to think of things that would make it more impactful cause i wasn't loving what we had...â
âanddd then me and harry were on this huge hike, and he just turned to me and was like, âwhat if you were the president?â which was like, not at all fitting cause i was dying and complaining the whole time. but i was like,â she tried to imitate a shocked face through her smile and laughedÂ
âand when i called dave he was like âoh... kay, ill call you guys backâ and had the whole production team redo everything, and i had mimi pull completely different outfits and we completely started over cause that idea was what i was, craving and missing. and i was like, wow, thats so perfectâ she smiled, shrugging her shoulders, âso yeh, honorary directing credit to harry styles, if you liked thatâ
~~~~~~~~~~~~
âthis is from @borderlinevinyl, who said âhow much of the album was recorded at your little home studio?â ummm..â she sang, looking off camera in thought, everything in quarantine had honestly just blurred into one so she was struggling to remember what exactly she recorded where,
âum... a lot of it was... i think i did parts of everything here and parts of things at tommy's i know i did, um, the final chorus ad-libs for positions at homeâ she began listing in her head, âi know i did all of off the table at home... i know i did the final chorus of my hair at home because we- i-â oops. she had to control the laugh threatening to leave her lips at the lack of subtlety in her correction
â-i got out of the shower and he was like âoh your whistles are really here right nowâ, and i was like yâknow what... yeahh they are arenât theyâ she laughed as she squinted her eyes and recited that part of the conversation, even trying to imitate his deeper accent.
she had been singing in the shower - as she always did - and harry joining her never seemed to stop her from belting out any whitney or old one direction classic she wanted to. he would even join in sometimes and they'd end up with their own mini concert, dancing around naked, shampoo and conditioner bottles in hand singing their hearts out to everything from high school musical to nicki minaj to fleetwood mac.
while it felt like too bold of statement to make as she truly revelled in and enjoyed everything they did together, showering with him was truly one of her favouriteâs. whether it was steamy shower sex that had all glass surfaces in the room fogging up or letting loose and dancing and singing under the pouring water, every moment felt so intimate and sacred. it truly made her feel like they were they only people in the world.Â
of course he would claim she was out singing him every time she whistled and would jokingly try to replicate the note but he was truly just in awe off the sounds that came from her mouth (in all senses of the word;)
"-and so i opened âmy hairâ and just randomly did thatâ she continued, âum what else did i do here, i did the a lot of the backgrounds and ad-libs for 34+35 here, um, obvious was done at home, a lot of six-thirty was done at homeâ
caught in her own thoughts she only realised she had probably been droning on for too long when she caught scooters eye across the room and with a blush she shook her head as if to clear it, âthis is an annoying answer, everything was kind of all over the place but i did a lot, a lot, a lot of the vocals for the album at the house" she finally finished the long answer, moving on quickly as she realised she didn't have long until the premiere and she wanted to answer as many of the questions as possible.
âok, second last question from hannah, ever- @everdxystxless, im sorry i don't know how to pronounce thatâ she laughs looking up at the camera with wide eyes, not sure how exactly how she was supposed to go about pronouncing the username,Â
âim sorry, um, but anyway she sayâs âari baby, how do you feel about harry getting to do a movie with florence pugh, we know your a big fan of hers, ps. i love you so much!â well hannah, i love you tooâ she replies, as she thinks back to when harry first introduced the two, after she had gotten over the initial fangirling, the pair became amazing friends. florence struck ariana as such a genuine, loving person and they shared the same dry sense of humour. plus ariana might of been just a little obsessed with her accent - not that she would ever admit that and scare the girl off.
âand... um, yeah, it literally, made me beyond happy, i was fully like, fangirling when i met her the first timeâ she laughs as she plays with her hair, âshe honestly, probably was like, âwho the fuck is this girl? what is she doing?ââariana imitated, a faux scared/weirded out look on her face, playing the part of a mildly pissed off florence - which she luckily had never been on the receiving end of, âim sure i was being the opposite of subtle about it but, no, she really truly is the sweetest, kindest, most beautiful, talented human beingâ she emphasises, the thought of any news outlets of fanâs trying to spin a âjealousyâ story about this making her internally role her eyes,
âmidsommar is, like, one of my all time favourite movies, and she's amazing in it, and harryâs like so fucking lucky its crazy. so yeah, thats insaneâ
~~~~~~~~~
"...so yeah... thank you so much! this was so much fun!â ariana exclaimed as she wrapped up the Q&A, smiling wide at the camera, she knew her fans were going to love the music video and she couldn't wait for them to watch it, plus interacting with them in this way always made her happy.
âi love you guys, i miss youâ she reminded, âi am so appreciative of everything you've done for this album, for these singles, for this music. i hope that, um, that this makes you super happy, i hope it makes you smile...we had so much fun shooting it and um, the girls are so fantastic, so i hope you love this and i hope you love the deluxe!âÂ
ariana didn't know how many more ways she could say thank you and express her gratitude but she still had over a minute and a half so sheâd have to come up with something, even if it meant sheâd sound like a broken record
âi am so thankful for everything and for the love that you've shown this music i cant even begin to articulate it properly so, thank you! i appreciate it so muchâ she breathed out all in one, âbut anyway, the video should be starting soon, so... i hope you like it, don't refresh! itâll be here soon... i promise... just don't refreshâ she urged dramatically, she was really dragging this out, âbut yehâ she got out through laughs âthe video should be starting anytime now, i love you guysâ she blew a kiss to the camera before moving as close to the lens as possible âbyeeâ.
đ€Â there u go!! i hope you liked it, and any feedback would always always be welcomed and so so appreciated pls and thanku xÂ
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If you write for Tiggy (if not then EZ!) one where heâs being kinda pissy and rude to reader his gf and she doesnât say anything about it, but the others confront him? Then he like does her nails or something for her lol tyyy
Painting Nails and Spilling Beans
Ez x Reader
Authors note: I apologize in advance for grammar mistakes
English isnât my native language.
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Warning: swearing , heartbreak, happy end
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Youâve been worried about your boyfriend Ez for a week now. Heâs acting n to his usual self. Not having a proper conversation only short answers and when you ask him whatâs wrong- the answer is aways nothing and you canât stand it. He usually tells you when somethings bothering and you find a solution for the problem together but not this time. On top of that he hasnât been at home for 2 days now and youâre getting worried since he isnât answering any of your calls. So you decide to text Angel hoping he can tell you about his whereabouts.
Hey Angel,
do you know where your
brother is. I canât get a
hold of him?
Hey Y/n,
yes I do. Weâre all
here at the clubhouse.
Come over and join the
party. I have missedÂ
having you around.
Great so he can party with the guys but not return your calls. Is the first thing that comes to your mind after reading Angels answer. You get dressed and do your make up before heading to the scrap yard. Once you arrive you already hear the music blasting and see people outside of the clubhouse. It looks like the party started hours ago. A voice pulls you out of your thoughts.
ââHey sweetheartââ you hear Bishops voice.
ââHey Bishââ you say and give him a hug.
ââItâs good to see you. Itâs been awhileââ
ââThatâs true. Have you seen Ez somewhere?ââ
ââYes theyâre inside. Go on we can catch up later.ââhe smiles.
ââThank you Obispo. Yes definitely.ââ you say and return his smile.
You head inside the clubhouse and hear Angels laugh. You look in the direction where itâs coming from and see Ez there with him so is Coco.
You make your way over and Angel is the first one to notice you.
ââHey stranger! Iâm happy you made itââ
ââHey guys good to see you. Erm Ez can I talk to you?ââ you ask him and he completely ignores you continuing talking to Coco. Your face drops and Angel has a confused look on his face. He looks at you and you shake your head not wanting to spill your and Ezâs problems there.
ââEz I gotta talk to you!ââ you say louder and grab his arm. He shakes your hand off his arm and looks at you before he starts to speak.
ââCanât you take a hint. What do you think why I havenât been home? I donât wanna talk to you. Hop off my dick for goodness sake and leave me alone. Go and annoy someone else.ââ he says rudely before he gets up to get a new beer. You stand there not understanding whatâs going on. He never raised his voice at you or been so rude to you before. Tears are streaming down your face and Angel tries to hug you but you move backwards. You turn around and leave the clubhouse in a hurry. You practically run to your car trying to get away from there a fast as you can.
As soon as you get home you go straight to your bedroom locking the door behind you before you let yourself fall onto your bed and cry yourself to sleep.
After you left: Clubhouse
ââWhat the fuck was that?ââ Coco asks confused.
ââI have no fucking idea. All I know is that she is the sweetest girl Iâve ever met and she doesnât deserve to be treated like this.ââ Angel says not understanding what is going on with his brother. Seeing you in tears breaks his heart. He has seen you as the little sister he never had ever since Ez brought you to the family dinner about a year ago.
Bishop enters the clubhouse and make his way to Angel and Coco.
ââIs there a reason why Y/n left in a hurry crying?ââ he asks with an eyebrow rising
ââMy brother is an asshole I thinks that pretty much sums up what happened.ââ Angel says.
Ez comes back and the 3 men stare at him.
ââWhat?ââhe asks.
ââWhat? This all you gotta say? What the hell is wrong with you?ââ Coco says.
ââNothing and I would appreciate it if you all would stop ask me this all the timeââ he says and storms out of the clubhouse. The three of them stare at each other not used to Ez acting like this.
ââIâll talk to himââ Angel says and leaves the clubhouse. He sees the lights on in Ezâs trailer so he walks there opens the door and slams it shut behind him.
ââI talk you listen Ezekiel. I donât know what the fuck is wrong with you but you need to stop lashing out on everyone like this. There is something wrong we ll can see it. You can say there is nothing wrong as often as you want but none of us believes you. It is not our fault that you feel like this and especially not Y/nâs. She is worried about you because she loves you and you act this way? Dud be happy you have a woman like her in your life. She doesnât deserve to be treated like this. I wonât have it. Sheâs like the little sister I never had and I hate so see her like his all sad and shit Ez get it together!ââ Ez looks up to his older brother and Angel sees the change in his eyes. Tears are starting to form.
ââI fucked up didnât I?ââ he asks his brother quietly.
ââYes you did but we can fix this. You stay here and tomorrow morning you go home and talk with Y/n tell her finally whatâs bothering you if youâre not comfortable talking to me about it. But more importantly apologize to her.ââ Angel says and pats his shoulder before leaving Ez alone in his trailer.
Next Day - Your Pov.
You wake up with a bad headache from all the crying before. You take fresh clothes and make your way towards the bathroom hoping the painkillers are still there. You reach the bathroom and open the door and there he is. Ez is standing in the middle of the bathroom looking at you with wide eyes. You drop your clothes wanting to leave Ez stops you and pulls you in his arms.
ââIâm sorry mi reina. You donât deserve the shit I put you through the past week and especially not what I did last night. I feel ashamed for how I talked to you last night. All I can do is apologize and promise you it wonât happen again baby. I love you so much.ââ he end his speech with kissing your head. You look up to him and see tears in his eyes. You give him a short kiss on the lips and say:
ââBe happy I love Ezekiel.ââ you say and he lets go of you.
ââWanna hop in?ââ he says nodding towards the bathtub and now you realize your surroundings.
The tub is filled with water and there are candles standing there along with a cup of your favorite tea. You nod and get undressed before you sit down and lean back with your eyes closed.
ââMind if I join you?ââ he asks but you turn him down.
ââWhat makes you think I want you in here with me after last nightââ you and his smile fades.
ââI was suffering last night now itâs your time to suffer Ezekiel. Go and get chair.ââ and Ez dies as heâs told hoping it will help him to get out if the dog house.
Once he returns you open your eyes and look at him.
ââCan you hand me a painkiller? My head is killing meââ you say and once again heâs does as heâs told.
ââNow Ez over thereââ you say and point your finger to the box where you keep all your nail polish.
ââopen the box get the purple one and please start doing my nailsââ you say and look into his eyes. He nods and gets the purple nail polish before sitting down. He takes your hand and give you a massage. After he is done he kisses the back of your hand and starts to paint your nails. When he is done you look at your hand and youâre quit happy with the result.
ââWow Iâm impressed Ez. More hidden talents I should know of baby?ââ you say with a smile.
ââWell youâve got a lifetime to find out Y/nââ he says and you nod.
ââSounds goodââ you say before turning in the tub sitting now on the other side so he can start with your other hand. After he finished the second hand he put the polish back to where it belongs and takes the chair back to the kitchen. He shortly returns to you and youâre already out of the tub wrapped up in your fluffy towel. You open your arms for Ez and he glad excepts your hug.
ââThank you! I really needed thisââ you say and kiss his lips. He returns the kiss taking your head in his hands pulling you closer. You move back and sit down on the floor. He looks down at you and you ask him to sit next to you. Ez sits down and you start to speak.
ââWill you tell me whatâs going on now?ââ you ask and he nods.
ââYou read about the guy in the newspaper the one who killed himself?ââ he says and you nod.
ââIt wasnât suicide. I made hit look like it. He became a threat to the Galindos and Emily asked me to do something about it. I wasnât supposed to kill him. It was an accident you have to believe me.ââ he practically begs. You canât believe what youâre hearing. Youâre more shocked about the fact that he is still talking to his Ex than the fact that he killed someone.Â
ââI donât know what to say Ez.ââ you say shaking your head before getting off the floor, taking your clothes and leaving the bathroom. You head to the bedroom and close the door behind you. Once youâre dressed you pull out a pack of cigarettes and head out to the back yard. You sit down and light one up. You usually donât smoke only when youâre completely stressed out which is now the case. Your thought are running wild. Is he cheating on you? How long has he been talking to his Ex behind your back? Do the others know? A bunch of questions are that stress you out even more. You hear the door open and Ez makes his way towards you. He sits down you ask him the questions that have been haunting you for the past 15 minutes.
ââAre you cheating on me? with Emily?ââ you ask anxiously.
ââNo mi reina I would never do you hear me never I swear.ââ he says.
ââDoes anyone know what you did?ââ
ââOnly Emily. I didnât tell her but it was clear to her that it wasnât suicide. The only other person who knows is you baby. I trust no one like I trust you. Youâre the only one I completely open up to. Iâm sorry. I didnât want to bother you with this shit. So I thought pushing you away I wouldnât feel the urge to tell you. I love you Y/n!ââ
ââDo me a favor and stay away from her Ezekiel. She is up to no good. And please donât push me away like this ever again. I love you Ez more than you know.ââ you say and lean your head on his shoulder. The both of you sit there in silence simply enjoying each others company. Youâre happy Ez finally told you whatâs bothering him now the both of you can move on from whatâs happened.
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a lesson in chemistry // r.l
summary: hey! i was wondering if you could do one where the reader does really bad in a test and remus comforts her? thank u!!
warnings: none
word count: 2.6k
a/n: i am close to 1k and was thinking of doing an event but i know iâm gonna forget and itâs just not going to go well so i just wanna say THANK YOU to all you sweet sweet beings for following my mess of a blog! :)
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Moonstone. Powdered porcupine quills. Powdered unicorn horn.
The three ingredients repeated themselves over and over in your head as you sat by yourself in the common room nearing two oâclock in the morning, the messy notebook spread open in front of you as your eyes tried to droop shut.
It was nearly impossible for you to focus on the fuzzy words, but you forced yourself to stay as awake as you possibly could so that tomorrowâs quiz would be a breeze. Thatâs why you were studying, wasnât it?
Remus and Sirius had promised to help you out, but the two had trudged off to bed nearly an hour ago, practically already asleep. For two people who seemed so adamant on âall nightersâ they had gone to bed rather early, in your opinion. You quite missed their company â Remus more than Sirius â and wished you could at least have someone here to help keep your mind sharp.
But, here you were, all by your lonesome and wrapped in a scarlet and gold knitted blanket that your parents had made you, the crackling fireplace heating you up, and the words in front of you making you sleepy.
You couldnât comprehend why no one else seemed stressed or even worked up about this quiz â exam, actually â which made studying it just that much more frustrating. You figured people would care about their marks and scores, right?
âThe potion should result in a cool blue colour,â you mumbled to no one in particular, the words trying their best to etch into your brain, âA cool blue colour. Not to be mistaken with Draught of Peace which is a warm blue colour.â
You let out a quiet groan and rested your head against the back of the couch cushion. Potions class was never your strong suit, but you had found it fascinating. And, of course, hou didnât want to seem like you were lost, so studying hours on end seemed to be the only passing solution here.
The large ticking clock on the wall told you it was five minutes past two oâclock, and the exam was at ten oâclock the next day. Only eight hours left for you to memorize every last word.
Eight hours.
As you glanced back down at the book, your eyes felt heavier than they were not a minute ago, and your head felt as if it were on a cloud. The room around you seemed to vanish down a long, long tunnel...
ââ
âDâyou think if we poke her sheâll jump?â
âSirius, thatâs just rude.â
âCâmon, itâd be funny though. What if we poured pumpkin juice on her?â
âNo, letâs just calmly wake her up.â
âYouâre boring, Remus.â
Your eyes fluttered open to two overly familiar faces crouched in front of you. Remus, his hair messy and his eyes watching you cautiously, and Sirius with his signature smirk.
âGet out of my face,â you sat up, throwing the blanket off of and trying to figure out where you were. The Gryffindor common room felt very different when you were waking up in it.
The fire embers were burning low and the morning sunlight blazed through the windows, the room brighter than it had ever seemed before. The blanket was still comfortable draped over your body, warm and comforting, and the heavy textbook was still open on your lap with the page slightly crumpled as your hand rested upon it.
Suddenly, as if hit by a train once you noticed the book, you remembered, âBloody hell, itâs the Potions quiz today.â
Remus chuckled, âRelax. Itâs in, like, an hour.â
You threw the blanket off of your body and grabbed the book, shaking your head, âYou donât get it, Remus. I donât know anything.â
âThat canât be true,â Remus furrowed his eyebrows at you.
Sirius pat you on the shoulder, sitting next to you on the couch and closing the book with a loud thump, âYouâll be fine. You just need to eat.â
So you let the two boys lead you down to the Great Hall, where the loud hustle and bustle of the early morning made it nearly impossible to focus on the jumble of words on the worn out pages in front of you. The book, although informative, was clearly written for someone who actually understood what the hell everything meant. And it was harder to understand anything when the ruckus around you made it difficult to even read said things.
It bothered you greatly that Remus â the person you considered your best friend â didnât seem to care about the exam. Were you overreacting?
It wasnât your fault, really. You took schoolwork very seriously and sometimes that meant overreacting. Over-studying. Over-planning. All of the above.
But, better to be safe than sorry â isnât that the saying?
When the Great Hall crowd became dispersed, you knew that meant classes were beginning and you felt your nerves kick in at the thought. You shut the book rather loudly and followed Remus to the Potions classroom, no words being exchanged between the two of you â which you were thankful for, to be honest.
âYou got this,â Remus flashed you a grin as you slowly walked into the class together, taking your usual seats in the middle. You didnât like being too close, nor too far from the teacher. These seats were perfect.
âI donât need false hope,â you groaned, resting your head on the table, âI need answers.â
He chuckled, âSorry, you know me. I canât cheat. But if this test goes wrong, I can tutor you.â
You lifted your head quickly, a bright red spot on your forehead from where it was previously pressed up against the wooden desk, âWait, really? Youâd do that?â
âOf course,â he smirked, running his hand through his hair in a stupidly attractive manner, âWhat are friends for?â
You flashed him a bright grin, âOh, youâre the best, Remus.â
His cheeks turned slightly pink as he smiled back, lowering his head slightly as he flushed at the compliment. You felt your heart leap at his flustered state, unsure why the strange feeling decided to make its home in your chest.
You brushed it aside as the professor entered the class and handed out the quiz papers, making sure every student was silent and that no cheating would occur.
Within the first glance at the page, your heart sunk, all previous fluttery feelings gone. You had been so focused on remembering ingredients and potion colours that you forgot to study their purposes. The entire first page was asking about what each potion did and who they helped best. And you hadnât even brushed on that subject during your late night study session.
Long story short, you were screwed.
You closed your eyes, thinking long and hard about each answer, writing down whatever felt right. It was always good to trust your gut instinct right?
In this case, it didnât feel so right, but you went with it anyways.
What felt like two hours was only really thirty minutes, and the quiz was officially out of your hands. You felt ashamed handing it back â you knew your Professor would think you were a fool, a student who found excuses not to study. And that feeling was nagging you throughout the remainder of class.
âYou donât look so good,â Remus nudged your shoulder once you packed up your books, your entire body slouched and your lips curved downwards into a frown.
âI botched that so bad,â you groaned, tossing your head back and closing your book bag, throwing it over your shoulder, âI was too tired last night and didnât study everything I wanted to.â
Empathetically, Remus wrapped his arm around your shoulder, guiding you out of the crowded class. You were too busy sulking to pay attention to the fact that Sirius, James and Peter werenât even with you guys.
âIâll help you,â Remus said, voice laced with confidence, âI donât want you doubting your intelligence so I, Remus Lupin, appoint myself as your own personal tutor.â
âCan people self-appoint themselves that?â your face broke into a grin, his humorous antics thankfully distracting you from your disappointment, âYouâre too much.â
âBut you love me,â he ruffled your hair, removing his arm from around you and slipping his hand into his pocket.
You chuckled, shaking your head as your heart leapt in your chest, âI really do.â
ââ
âI failed.â
Your voice was weak and quiet as you sat down on the Gryffindor table bench during lunch the week after, your mood rather sour. You had been incredibly worked up that morning, knowing youâd be getting your test results. But now that youâd gotten them, you wanted nothing more than to go back in time where you didnât have to deal with the reality of the failure.
Remusâ face fell and he placed his hand on your knee, âAh, Iâm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I didnât do so well either. I think this test was marked more strictly than they usually are.â
Though you appreciated the effort, it didnât lift your spirits.
âI didnât think Iâd do bad enough to actually fail,â you sighed, slouching your shoulders and resting your elbows lazily on the table, âIâm mad at myself.â
âHey,â Remus lifted his hand off of your knee and poked you in the shoulder, âStop that. Seriously. Donât put yourself down so much.â
âHard not to,â you leaned forwards and rested your head on your hand, eyeing the food with a frown. Your appetite wasnât present at the moment.
Remus snapped his fingers in front of your face, âIâm serious, Y/N. Iâm here to help you, yeah? Weâll get through this. Weâll improve together. The next quiz wonât even stand a chance against us.â
You wanted to keep sulking, but his words brought a smile to your face. Remus had a way of cheering you up â him and his ways. Something about him.. you just couldnât stay upset around him.
âThanks,â you grinned, lifting your arm and poking him in the shoulder as he had done to you previously, âI do feel a little better.â
âGood!â he flashed you a toothy grin, his eyes brightening, âThatâs always the intention.â
You stared at him for a good moment, the smile not leaving your face. His freckles seemed more visible than usual, his hair lighter and his eyelashes long against his cheeks each time he blinked. Though his hair was thin and brown, his eyelashes were thicker and darker â it was rather cute. His eyes had specks of green in them and, you had never really noticed before, they had some grey in them too.
You had to snap yourself out of the trance he left you in, unaware and unsure as to what caused it.
Had you just checked Remus out? No. Couldnât be. He was your friend. Friend. Best friend.
You took a deep breath and began filling your plate, appetite suddenly back. You filled your stomach with chicken pot pie and potatoes, hoping that the faster you ate, the better youâd feel.
But nope.
Though your mind was off of your test, you somehow felt even worse. Remus was all you could focus on. His closeness, his kindness, his warmth, his smell.
âReady for the afternoon?â Remus stuck his hand out to you as he stood up, shaking you from your weirdly romantic thoughts.
âWhat?â you blinked, âOh â yeah, sorry.â
You shook your head and stood up, linking your hand with his as the two of you left the hall and took off towards your next class.
ââ
âNo, no,â Remus shook his head, âYou need to add this.â
You stared blankly down at the messy piece of parchment, nodding your head slowly, trying to remember which potion you guys had been talking about in the first place.
âUh â which one again?â you asked sheepishly, your ears burning at the obvious fact that you werenât paying attention, âSorry.â
He let out a small laugh, placing his finger on the page in front of you, âThis.â
You were glad that the library was quiet at this time of day, the cloudy weekend morning meaning most students would be choosing to start their day relaxing around in their pyjamas and drinking pumpkin juice.
You, however, while others students got to relax and spend the morning doing nothing, you had the great misfortune of being dragged out of the common room by an equally tired Remus.
âThe library is empty in the morning,â he had said at your repeated groaning.
And he was right. The library was empty. The only sound you could hear was your quill scratching against your parchment and Remusâ whispered voice trying to teach you while respecting the library noise rules.
âWhat potion uses porcupine quills and peppermint sprigs?â he asked, resting his head on his hands and staring at you intently, his eyes focused on you and only you.
âUhâ,â you fought the urge to look down at your parchment notes, âElixor to Induce Euphoria.â
He grinned, raising his hand to high five you, which you gladly accepted, âSee! You got this!â You felt your face warm up at the contact and compliment.
âNext question,â he smirked, leaning even closer to you, âWhat would you say if I asked you to come to Hogsmeade for a drink?â
âI â what?â
As if the wind was knocked out of you, you couldnât utter a single sound. Had you heard him right? There was no way.
âDo I need to repeat myself?â he chuckled.
But you still couldnât find the words.
Yes, you had recently looked at Remus differently, but had it been a crush? It didnât seem like it at first â but as you looked at him now, his face illuminated by the light outside and the way his hair stuck up in odd places, you realized you did like him.
You liked him. Him and his boisterous laugh, his nervous nail-biting habits, his love for poetry and snow. You loved how heâd always be there for you, ready to crack a corny joke when you were feeling down in the dumps. You loved how heâd always have a book recommendation and a long list of reasons why it would be worth the read. You loved how he always had the neatest handwriting, his notes providing you with bits of information youâd miss in class. How heâd always look forward to dessert because of how delicious he found the pumpkin pasties.
And all it took was him asking you out for you to realize you were falling for your best friend.
âIâd actually like that,â you nodded, aware that your cheeks were probably glowing but you were too giddy to care at the moment. Somehow, you felt as if this was right. There was no strangeness about him asking you â it somehow felt as if you had been waiting ages for him to do so.
âThank Merlin,â he sighed, relaxing his entire body as his face lit up, âNext weekend?â
âHm, canât think of anything Iâm doing,â you tapped your finger against your chin, eyebrows raised and your cheeks beginning to hurt from the bright smile you were sending his way. You couldnât remember the last time you had been this giddy.
He leaned across the table and linked his hands in yours. You melted into the contact, using your elbow to push your parchment and quill out of the way so you could lean forwards without fear of ruining your notes or your sweater.
Safe to say, studying was now long forgotten.
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memento mori - an ashton irwin one shot
a/n: hi friends!! iâm reposting this bc the first time i completely didnât give the proper credit and i wanted to correct that! this whole thing was inspired by @sexgodashtonââs answer to this ask. and while i could have just edited the original post to include the credit, it wouldnât have sat right with me personally to do that and just pretend like it was there the whole time. lauâs brain blows my mind every day w her creativity and she inspires me so much, thank you lau. thank you also to @myloverboyashâ for reading this over for me i appreciate u sm!
word count: 2.5k
warnings: talks about needles, ashton being tattooed, smut, thereâs riding, voyeurism (sort of? i donât know rly but i wanna put the warning there just in case), ashton having a pain kink, light dom ash, spanking, i reused two things in these that iâve used in the past but you know what??????? i kind of love it
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Ashtonâs felt the pain of a tattoo before; he kind of enjoyed the sting, the drag of the needle. Ashton also enjoyed pain, but he never noticed how erotic the pain of a tattoo could be, the intimacy of being so close to someoneâs skin, until he began to date a tattoo artist.
You met Ashton when he came into your shop one day, on the hunt for his typical tattoo artist. He was nothing short of a gentleman, something you werenât used to when men came into the shop that you owned; Men didnât take kindly to women being the boss of men they saw as the epitome of masculine, let alone the owner, the ultimate boss if you will. You would never forget the way his eyebrows shot up when you said you were the owner, a small grin on his lips as he asked if he could get his tattoo from you instead.
That was for his snake tattoo, and he was so excited at how it turned out that you did his rose tattoo as well. Ashton kept coming back to you, insisting on the rest of the guys coming to get tattoos from you; it wasnât until you finished touching up Michaelâs finger tattoos did he ask you out.
âI appreciate the boost in clientele, but if you wanted to take me out you couldâve asked sooner,â You had replied, slipping him your card with the business phone number crossed out and your personal written above it.
After that, the two of you had talked nearly every day while he wasnât on tour, and he often slept over, leaving you being taunted from your employees the next day due to marks on your skin.
It wasnât until the lockdown did you truly see how wild Ashton could be; he had chosen to quarantine with you, the most responsible option you felt because you would have tried to find a loophole to see him anyways. Ashton encouraged you to try new things with him you never thought were possible, and you were surprised at how much you loved it.
You were shocked to realize that he enjoyed not just the pain of being tattooed, but he had a little bit of a pain kink in general. He tried to shy away from it at first, but when the two of you seemingly had run out of exciting news hobbies to learn, Ashton brought up the idea of watching porn together, to get a feel of what the other person liked. You wish you had felt safe enough to record his reaction when you put on a favourite video of yours, watching him take an invisible pencil from behind his ear and pretending to jot it down.
A few moments after that, with Ashton and you definitely quite in the middle of something, your phone went off, alerting you that you would be allowed to reopen with a set list of guidelines. Youâd tried to get as many of your clients in before the shutdown as possible, so you didnât have too many to reschedule when you got back.
You and the rest of your team had decided to operate on a weekly basis, your employees being allowed to have the shop for the week, with the rules of you setting up additional cameras so you could check in to ensure they were following sanitary guidelines, and all transactions were cashless unless absolutely necessary.
The reopen was going well so far, from what you could tell. Your week had finally rolled around, and you made sure that you left yourself a free day so that you could deep clean the shop; however, that didnât exactly go according to plan as Ashton asked if you could tattoo him, stating how it had been so long since heâd gotten one and he missed it. Of course, you immediately agreed, pulling up the list of ideas you both had brainstormed throughout the course of the lockdown.
When he got there, you enthusiastically unlocked the door, greeting him with a kiss. You were excited to use him as your canvas, even though it would likely only be something small.
âYou ready love?â You asked him, scrolling through the list before looking back up at him.
âMhm, Iâve been thinking about the list and Iâve really wanted that coin of mortality piece you drew, would you do that one on me?â Ashton had placed his hands on your thighs, tracing his thumbs in small circles against them.
âWell that makes it a bit easier for me, since itâs already drawn, let me just pull it up. Where do you want it?â
You cocked your head, your eyes slowly scanning down his body, checking him out in a way, but also curious where he would say to put it.
âMâthinking on my ribs, yeah?â He pulled back, eagerly lifting his shirt to show his left side.
You nodded, reaching out to gently trace your finger over where you thought the tattoo should go, âLike here, maybe?â
Ashton shivered at your touch, simply nodding before letting his shirt fall back down. With that, you went to print the stencil, definitely not unaware to Ashtonâs eyes burning a hole into your skin.
When you turned to him with the freshly printed stencil, you grinned, âYou know the drill, Irwin, hop on the chair.â
Rolling his eyes, he made a big show of stripping off his shirt and sitting in the chair. You decided it was probably the best option to have him lay on his right side with his arm just out of the way. Â You prepped his skin, cleaning it and shaving it to make sure that no stray hairs would be in the way before you laid the stencil. Â Ashton shivered once again, this time at the cool touch of the cleaning solution.
âOkay baby?â You asked gently, tattoo gun poised in your hand and ready to begin.
He hummed in acknowledgement, licking his lips though you couldnât see. Â You started with one small line, not missing the way Ashton sucked in a breath at the drag of the needle. Pausing to wipe at the ink, you briefly glanced up at him to see if he was alright. Â Since you didnât hear him oppose, you continued on with the outline.
Once the outline was completed, you wiped the area once more, sitting back to admire it so far, âWanna see the outline or do you wanna wait till itâs done?â
Ashtonâs breathing was slightly irregular, goosebumps raising on his skin as you cleaned off the area some more, looking for any spots in the outline that you may have missed, âI think Iâll wait til the end, thanks love.â
âAre you doing okay? We can pause you know, I know the ribs are a bit harder.â
âNo, no. Â Itâs not that,â He was quick to say, glancing over his shoulder at you. Â You could see something in his eyes, but it wasnât pain or discomfort, instead his pupils were blown wide and he seemed aroused, maybe? âIâm just kinda enjoying the pain and Iâm bracing myself for the shading.â
As you continued on, Ashton would occasionally, which would cause you to pause instantly to check on him. Â He would wave you off, saying instead to keep going, that it felt good. Â Had the two of you not been dating, Ashton may have felt a little embarrassed the way his cock was straining against his pants, but he knew that should you have free time afterwards, you could make complete use of the empty shop - or at least, he hoped you would.
With the shading completed, you wanted to finish off with some small white detailing. Â Glancing up at Ashton, you sucked in a breath, âItâs time to do the white. Â You gonna be alright or are you gonna cum in your pants if I do it?â
Ashton let out a laugh, swatting at your hand holding the paper towel, âWould rather cum in you, so hurry that ass up.â
You laughed, but the way he spoke made you press your thighs together as you changed the gun for the white detailing. Â It took you a moment to get everything switched over, your mind continuously wandering to the very man whose back was facing you, lingering on the night before. Â His bite marks on your breast and collarbone were still sore, but it made the anticipation of what was to come after you finished the tattoo even better.
Ashton let out quiet curses as you started the white detailing, the goosebumps returning to his skin. Â He couldnât believe how on edge he was, just from the sensation of the tattoo alone. Â It was almost as if he understood now what Calum had meant when they discussed his chest tattoo, the vibrations sending chills up his spine.
He had to remember to keep breathing, that was the only way he was going to even be able to hold out long enough to make it through the tattoo, using your breaks in tattooing to take a deep breath, rolling his lower lip between his teeth. Â Once you were done, you smiled brightly at the piece you had just finished, enjoying the fine detailing you were able to fit within the tattoo.
âAlright baby itâs done, go look in the mirror,â You spoke, touching his shoulder lightly so he could come down out of the daydream like state he seemed to put himself in.
Ashton stood, and you couldnât help but chuckle at the very obvious bulging in his jeans, your eyes unable to look up from that as he headed to the mirror to check it out. Â âShit, baby, it looks amazing. Â You did a really good job.â
âDonât I always?â
Ashton chuckled, nodding his head and headed back over so that you could clean it one final time and put the protective bandage over it. Â As soon as that had been completed, you looked up at him.
âAlright, Irwin, sit in the chair laying flat,â you demanded, standing to your full height and looking him in the eyes.
âOh she wants to be in control, does she?â Ashton asked with a quirk of his brow, but sitting in the chair and doing as he was told to anyways.
âI mean, sure, but it just makes the most sense to ride you while weâre here. Â Also itâs easier to clean this up than the floor.â
âHow do you know all of this?â âYou wanna ask dumb questions, or do you want to fuck me?â You asked, hands on your hips.
Ashton smirked, running his fingers through his black locks before he reached down to undo the button on his jeans, tugging them down. Â By the looks of it, he had gone commando, almost as if he was anticipating this.
You shimmied your leggings and panties down, checking behind you to make sure that you had the curtain fully closed. Â Though the door was locked, you didnât want passersby on the street to see into the shop. Â Taking Ashtonâs hand, you straddled his waist, placing your hands behind his head on either side of the chair once you got your balance.
âFinally can check something off our list, hm? Fucking in my shop.â You spoke next to his ear, removing one hand from behind his head so you could line his cock up with your entrance, sinking down slowly. Â Both of you moaned at the feeling, now all too familiar for you.
Ashton grabbed your hips, keeping you steady as you got adjusted. Â He had only been in you 12 hours before, but the size of him made you take a moment to adjust almost every time. Â It was something you werenât sure you could handle the first time you and Ashton had slept together, but that was also one of the first times that you didnât need to be afraid of sex if it was with the right person.
Rolling your hips as a test, you groaned at the pull of his length against your walls, clenching around him.
âKeep that up kitten I really am not gonna last long,â He purred, squeezing your hips as you began a slow and steady rhythm.
You pressed kisses to his lips, his neck, just below his ear, anywhere you could reach really; you also took to tangling your fingers in his hair, tugging gently at each delicious thrust. Â The pace of slow and steady didnât last too long though, Ashton usually the type for hard and fast, which anyone could have guessed just by looking at the drummer.
While you were on top, Ashton decided he needed to take control, so his hands slipped to your ass, gripping tighter as he started to meet your hips at a brutal pace. Â Tossing your head back, you gasped, digging your nails into his scalp; this only seemed to drive Ashton more, an almost animalistic growl tearing from his throat. Â
His right hand left you for a split second, only to come crashing down against your cheek in a harsh slap that brought you forward so you could bury your face in his neck. Â
âSo good for me kitten, you like being spanked, donât you? You love the pain almost as much as I do.â Ashtonâs words were low in your ear, causing you to shut your eyes and nod in response.
âYes, fuck.  Please more,â You begged, fingers clutching at any expanse of skin you could, dragging your nails across.  You began to nip at his neck as he delivered more slaps to your ass, the sting bringing you closer and closer to the edge. âAsh, so closeâŠâ
âYeah, baby? You gonna cum for me?â He moved lower in the chair, giving him a different angle so that his cock was dragging against your g-spot each time, âYou wanna fuckinâ scream for me? Come on, whoâs gonna hear you?â
His words drove you over the edge with you calling out his name, loudly at first, but then softly whispered like a prayer as he fucked you through it. Â Ashton wasnât far behind, his thrusts only growing more and more sloppy until he finally came with a low curse, your body shivering as he filled you.
When the two of you came down from your highs, you lifted off of him, whining at the loss of him, and also the warmth beginning to trail down your leg.
âLetâs get you cleaned up,â Ashton chuckled, still panting from the exertion.
âPlease,â You laughed, bending down to pick up your pants when you had a thought. Â âHey Ash?â
âYeah love?â
âEver wanted to make a sex tape?â You asked, biting your lip to keep from laughing.
âNever really thought about it, why?â Ashton looked at you, confused before brought over a dry paper towel and a wet paper towel to clean up the mess.
âBecause weâre on not so candid camera,â Motioning to the newer camera you installed, the two of you burst out in a fit of laughter at the idea that you almost didnât need to watch porn together, as you could watch yourselves if you really wanted to.
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Forbidden - Part 3
Dealer!yoongi x Reader
Warnings â smut, oral (f receiving), non-protected sex, some light choking, some angst and a little fluffy, yoongi got beat up a little :(
Summary â You never meant to lock eyes with the beautiful stranger at Namjoonâs house party, you also didnât mean to completely fall for him, knowing exactly how dangerous it was.
Word Count â 6.5K
NB: if drug-taking in fics isnât for you/or makes you uncomfortable, also reader is literally getting with a drug dealer, so if any of this isn't for you  - please donât read!
Notes â hey. guys hehe i hope u enjoy this im in a little bit of a rut with it as i dont even really know where im taking it yet, thank u for being patient with me and lmk what u think ! also sorry for any spelling errors!!
PART1 | PART2Â | PART3
The next few days passed without you hearing a word from Yoongi. You had refrained from texting him, always being too stubborn for your own good, plus he definitely didnât deserve a text from you, However, from the way he had been ghosting you, you had assumed he probably didnât even care or notice that you were mad at him.
You had gotten past the sad stage of it all and had now reached anger, what had you been thinking jumping into bed with someone you barely knew?Â
It hadnât felt like that at the time though, you had thought you and Yoongi had a connection.
Why did it feel so right when he was with you, why did you two click so well?
And why the hell couldnât you stop thinking about him?
He was making your life hard, consuming every thought, you had barely got your essay submitted in time and when you did you were pretty sure it didnât even make any sense, just a spew of words on a document that you wanted out of your sight so you go back to wallowing in self-pity about some boy.
You admittedly had not left your dorm since Jungkook had spoken to you, that was 2 days ago and you really needed to get Yoongi out of your mind instead of lying in your bed and just thinking.Â
You were driving yourself crazy admittedly, and you knew you were being dramatic, it wasnât like Yoongi even owed you anything, the two of you were only at the beginning of something that didnât even have a label yet.Â
However, you just wanted something even if it was a âI never wanna see you againâ, at least it would be some sort of closure.
The sound of your phone ringing instantly made you jump, the silence being so harshly interrupted it scared you half to death.
You closed your eyes for a moment before flipping your phone over only to feel major disappointment when you saw it wasnât Yoongiâs name on your screen.
You answered anyway with a heavy heart.
âHey Tae, whatâs up?â You asked.
âWhatâs up?! You havenât responded to me in 3 days, whatâs up with you?â He asked, his tone sounded concerned and you could only smile sadly at the compassion your friend seemed to have for you.
âNothing Tae Iâve just been distracted with work you know?â
You could hear him sighing softly before he spoke again.
âIâm calling to let you know weâre all going over to Joonâs, if you would read the damn groupchat I wouldnât be calling you.â
You scoffed at the curt tone he used with you but you knew he didnât mean it in a bad way.
âJoonâs? Iâm not really in the mood for a party Tae-â
âItâs not a party,â Taehyung said, cutting you off. âItâll just be the 7 of us babe. Please come, I miss you.â
âHow many time have I told you to stop calling me that?â You asked rolling your eyes at the wall.
âJust say youâll come? I can even come get you.â Taehyung offered.
You supposed it was better than wallowing in your bed another day.
âYeah fine okay, Iâll come.â You said.
âGood Iâm glad, Iâll come get you in about an hour, get dressed Iâll ring you when Iâm outside.â
With a quick 'goodbye' Taehyung hung up and you decided to get up and make yourself look human.
You opted for no makeup and just some simple sweats, you knew you and the guys would probably just be watching a movie so you didnât see the point in dressing up any more than that, although you couldnât count how many times a simple hangout had been a ruse to get you to a party.
Taehyung called you again to inform you he was waiting outside, so you quickly grabbed your phone and coat and left your dorm as quick as you could.
When you finally reached outside you saw Taehyungâs car and made a beeline, opening the door and jumping in you plastered a smile on your face hoping it would take away from the prying questions you assumed Taehyung had lined up.
âHey Tae, thanks for coming to get me, a cab to Joonâs is so fucking expensive and I know Iâm super out of the way, so I appreciate it.â
Taehyung scoffed. âPlease, you know I would come to get you even if you were 500 miles out of the way, what are friends for?â He stated as he started up the engine.
The drive was silent for the most part, you were surprised as you had expected Taehyung to go into full-blown interrogation mode on why youâd been ignoring everyone, but he didnât, maybe he was waiting on you coming to him, if that was the case heâd be waiting a long ass time.
As he pulled up and you both went inside your heart warmed at the sight of your friends all talking and laughing with each other, you hadnât seen them like this in a while and it almost made you tear up.
âHey guys.â You said as you kicked off your shoes and took a spot on the sofa in between Jungkook and Taehyung as he had decided to follow you and sit wherever you were going.
âHey Y/N, we all thought you were dead.â Hoseok said as stuffed a handful of chips into his mouth.
Everyone else murmured in agreement with a few sly comments about ignored messages and calls.
You closed your eyes and decided the best thing to do was to state youâd had a lot of work to catch up on and that becoming a recluse was the only way you would get it all finished.
You didnât miss the way Jungkook side-eyed you but simply chose to not look his way for the sake of saving yourself the judgemental looks about your obvious lying to your best friends.
âCome onnnnnnn. Will someone put on a good horror movie already, and Joon please throw me a beer.â Taehyung called.
Everyone got settled as a movie was picked and the lights were switched off.
That was when your phone decided to vibrate in your pocket.
You slipped it halfway out just trying to glance at the notification and your heart jumped when you saw the name on the screen.
Notification: Yoongi: iMessage(s) 1
You muttered some excuse about needing to pee, and jumped off the sofa to run upstairs, needing to compose yourself before you unlocked your phone.
8:37PM
Yoongi: hey i cant even begin to explain how sorry I amâŠi understand 100% if you donât want to speak to me again
You watched as you saw the typing dots disappear and reappear as you stared at your phone. Then another message came through.
Yoongi:Â i really wanted to call you but i was afraid youâd be too mad and wouldnât pick up so please if theres even a chance youâll speak to me again - call me. If u donât i undertsand and i wont bother you anymore.. i feel so stupid Y/N you donât deserve this
Your heart was beating at about a million miles per hour as you reread his messages over and over. You had absolutely no idea how to approach this.
You decided now was not the best time to call him, you were just going to have to wait it out and call him when you got back to your dorm.
You decided youâd leave him on read for now, heâd left you waiting for nearly 3 days, he could wait 3 hours for your reply.
As you walked back into the room with your friends you sat beside Taehyung and he let you cuddle up next to him, he began gently playing with your hair as you tried your best to lie down, Jungkook patted his lap as an indication you could spread your legs out and rest them on his own and you smiled as he put an arm over them.
You felt incredibly loved by your friends in that moment, tears threatening to spill as the simple comforts they were providing so naturally to you, meant so much in that moment.
You felt a little guilty at your unwillingness to tell them how upset you were, you trusted them with so much and they trusted you just as equally. But things were confusing for you at the moment and you wouldnât even know where to start.
You looked up to see Jungkook looking at you with concern, he obviously knew a lot more than the rest of them but he didnât know just how much Yoongi was affecting you at that particular moment.
You smiled reassuringly at him and he gave your thigh a small squeeze before you both turned back to the movie.
You hadnât realised just how tired you were until Taehyung was gently shaking you awake, alerting you that the movie was over and even though no one was leaving or anything he offered to bring you home.
You shook your head at his offer telling him you would just get a taxi home and that he should stay and enjoy the rest of the night, he had smiled at you softly asking about 5 times if you were sure and you had laughed excusing yourself to the bathroom before he could argue with you anymore.
You found yourself in the same position, just leaning against the door staring at the messages Yoongi had sent a few hours ago, you felt groggy from the sleep and in your haze you decided that calling him and getting this over with would be the best thing to do, you werenât thinking clearly, but then again, you never were when it came to him.
As you listened to the ringing tone you began to feel your anxiety building, you werenât even sure what you were going to say to him or even sure how you felt towards him, yeah sure you were upset but did you even have any right to be mad at him?Â
It wasnât like Yoongi was your boyfriend or anything, he didnât owe you anything.
He picked up on the third ring an anxious and quick âHello?â sounded from his end, like he was afraid he was going to miss the call.
âHeyâŠâ You said, unsure of where to go with it.
âJesus Y/N I am sorry, you must think Iâm such an asshole. I wa-â
âDo you like me Yoongi?â You cut him off.
âWh-what?â Yoongi asked, he sounded unsure, like he was afraid he would say the wrong thing.
âDo you like me?â You asked again, slower.
âYes of course Y/N, I like you a lot.â
âOkay, do you see me as someone you can just fuck and Iâll come running when you call? Because believe me Yoongi you really are talking to the wrong girl if thatâs what you think this is.â
You werenât sure where your bold attitude was coming from, you suppose youâd been holding in a lot of feelings the past few days regarding the situation, but for some reason, it was coming out as anger and with a hint of sass.
âJesus â no, no Y/N that is so not what Iâm thinking this is, you know that right? Fuck I didnât mean to leave it so long to talk to you, but there was an emergency and I had to leave town to do something and I only got back tonight and Iâm sorry, please know I'm sorry.â You could hear the pleading in his voice, the genuine asking for forgiveness.Â
Your knees felt weak and you werenât sure why but all you wanted was to see him, to tell him it was all okay and you forgive him.
But a part of you wanted to stand your ground, you didnât want to seem like a pushover who was going to roll over because he sounded like he was sorry, this was only a phone call, you couldnât even look him in the eyes or anything.
âCan you pick me up and we can talk?â You asked, you wanted to see him, ask him what exactly was going on.
âYes of course, youâre not at your dorm?â He asked the question harmlessly but you felt he was a little nervous.
âNo actually Iâm with the guys at Namjoonâs house, I can send you the address if you canât remember..â
âI remember Y/N. Iâll be there in 10 minutes.âÂ
And with that he hung up, eager to see him - but still feeling cautious - you left the bathroom to tell the guys you were going to wait outside for your taxi.
They all hugged you goodbye and you definitely noticed how Jungkook lingered for that extra few seconds.
He could sense something was wrong with you, but he knew to wait until you came to him with your problems.
As you stood at Namjoonâs garden gate a pair of headlights began approaching slowly and you knew it was him. He stopped outside and you ran to his car door, trying to avoid any of the guys from seeing that it wasnât just an ordinary taxi you were going home in.
It smelt like a new car inside and you turned to face the driver, he looked over at you with an awkward smile and thatâs when you saw the extremely dark black eye that covered his right eye. You covered your hand with your mouth trying not to audibly gasp.
âYoongi! Oh my god are you okay?â You reached out, wanting to touch his face but realised that wasnât the best idea before dropping your hand again.Â
Your anger at him now replaced with worry, you scanned his face further to see his slightly busted lip as well.
âY/N, I promise you itâs not as bad as it looks. Can we talk about this when we get to my place?â He asked, placing a hand on your thigh he gave it a reassuring squeeze.
âYour place?â You asked, confused.
âYeahâŠonly if you want, itâs just that itâs closer to here and I thought you wanted to talk.â
You were nodding, your stomach trying to suppress the nerves that were bubbling up at the idea of going to his place this first time as you also tried to process everything that was already happening.
âOkay, yeah letâs do that.â You said.
Neither of you spoke again the entire ride.
When Yoongi finally pulled up into the carpark of a luxury apartment complex you stared in disbelief. This was where he lived?
He makes a lot of money doing what he does you quickly reminded yourself, suddenly embarrassed at size and quality of your dorm room.
You followed him inside and stopped at the entrance completely in shock at the sheer size and beauty of his apartment.Â
You shook yourself, you were here for one thing.
âTake a seat please, Y/N.â He said motioning at the large plush sofa.
You took a seat but watched as Yoongi stood examining you.
âArenât you gonna sit?â You asked the atmosphere was tense, awkward, you couldnât even sense Yoongiâs mood, he was just looking at you, expressionless.
You looked back at him, you were starting to feel frustrated.
âSo what? Weâre just going to sit here in silence, scratch that, youâll stand, Iâll sit?â You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.
âIâm sorry,â Yoongi replied.
âWhat?â You asked, your eyes shooting up to look at him, you knew he had to be in pain with his eye and you felt a twinge of guilt for being annoyed with him.
âIâm sorry, I didnât call or text, I know I left you in your room like that â after we had justâŠIâm sorry Y/N.â He sighed heavily, finally taking a seat beside you.
âJust tell me what happened, Iâm an understanding person Yoongi, but I donât think I can do this if youâre just going to keep disappearing on meâŠâ
You couldnât bring yourself to look at him now he was closer, you decided the floor was the best place to look at in that moment.
âIt was an emergencyâŠitâs stupid, rivalry is a very real thing in this business. I got into a fight with some guy when I went down there. One of my friends was seriously threatened by some people and we had to go down there and deal with it.â He explained, you didnât want the specifics really and you were glad he wasnât giving it to you.
âYoongiâŠyouâre like - I mean - do you really think youâre the best guy for that sort of thing?â You were half teasing him, but also very worried, this wasnât something that happened a lot, was it?
Yoongi scoffed out a small laugh.
âIâm not usually the guy that handles situations Y/N, I just had to go down there to talk it out with some people.âÂ
You shuddered, you hated this, hated that this was his life.
Yoongi gently placed a hand on your thigh and you allowed him to keep it there, finally looking back up at him.
âJesus Y/N, Iâm sorry for leaving you like that, I would never do anything like that to you on purposeâŠplease forgive me?âÂ
You knew he was sorry, you could feel that he was sorry.
You whispered out a soft âI forgive youâ.Â
You knew it was weak of you but you seemed to be at your weakest when Yoongi was looking at you like you meant the world to him.
Yoongi let out a sigh of relief, a small smile on his face, but he winced in pain as the smile opened up the wound on his lip.
âLet me get you something for that.â You said, standing.Â
You could use the distraction more than anything as you asked him where the bathroom was and grabbed a damp cloth and some tissue.
You sat down turning your body to face him you lightly dabbed at the wound and cringed a litte in sympathy when he hissed in pain.
âHold the tissue to it so it doesnât bleed again.â you said as you folded it up and handed it to him.
âDo you have any ice? Itâll help your eye..â You asked as you went to get up again.
He simply nodded, and pointed to the freezer, allowing you to worry and take care of him.
You sat back down again with a small makeshift ice pack, and told him to lay down so you could place it over his eye, he protested a little but it didnât take much to coerce him.
âIâm seriously not even in that bad of shape Y/N, you should see the other guy.â He said, laughing a little but then immediately stopping as the pain in his lip stung.
You rolled your eyes at him, knowing he was joking but it did make your stomach twist with nerves at the same time, what if this had been a lot more serious?
When you didnât speak he reached over for the remote to turn the T.V on, you supposed he couldnât handle the tense silence you were giving in return for his bad joke.
As he searched about Netflix he spoke again âI have to say, I do think youâd make a pretty sexy nurse.â He joked again and this time you cracked a smile, unable to stop yourself from scoffing out a laugh.
âAre you seriously flirting with me right now?â You asked, sitting back down on his couch you lifted his legs to allow them to rest on your lap, a simple gesture to show him you didnât completely hate him.
He laughed a little, a genuine laugh and you found yourself laughing too.
âPut a movie on, keep the ice on your eye and shut up!â You said through laughter.
You did end up watching a movie, the night got more and more comfortable as Yoongi decided to order takeout and bring out blankets to the couch.Â
As you both cuddled up to each other your hand absent-mindedly playing with his as you watched the movie, it was an incredibly intimate thing to do but it felt so natural you could barely keep the smile off your face.
As the movie was coming to an end you began yawning announcing it was getting late and you should get back to your dorm, but as you made a move Yoongiâs brought his arm around your waist tightly a small âdonât goâ escaping from his lips.
You sighed, you wanted to stay over if you were being honest but was it really the best idea?
âI donât know YoongiâŠ.I donât even have a change of clothes or anything.â
Yoongi pulled you him closer to him and you let yourself relax into his touch.
âIâll lend you something to sleep in. Please Y/N. Iâve missed you.â
And with those 3 wordâs he didnât even need to say anymore.
You let out a sigh of content. âYes Yoongi Iâll stay.â
He got up, asking you to follow him to his room.Â
You obliged, following after him to the nearest door. He opened it up and motioned for you to wait on his bed while he found you something comfortable.
You looked around at the unfamiliar room, the first thing you noticed was how clean it was, that was unusual for a guy his age it was simple, his sheets white and his room plain you looked around in awe.
You werenât sure what you had been expecting if you were being honest, but as you were about to comment he was suddenly standing in front of you, a black tee and a pair of basketball shorts in hand.
You smiled up at him âThank you Yoongi.â
âThat door there is the bathroom.â he said pointing to an ensuite inside his own room.
You nodded going in and when you shut the door behind you you let out a long sigh.
You were really going to stay here tonight.
As you got changed you realised the t-shirt he had given you was long enough to ignore the shorts he had given you.
Folding your own clothes and leaving them on top of his wash basket you grabbed your phone for a quick glance before you returned to him.
A notification from Jungkook.
11:12PM
JK:Â I hope youâre okay you seemed a little off tonight, please remember you can talk to me about anything.
You smiled, feeling your heart swell at the loving message you typed a quick reply with a thank you and lots of heart emojis.
As you left the bathroom you saw Yoongi awkwardly standing like he wasnât quite sure what to do with himself.
He looked up at you and you saw him eyeing your body, his eyes travelling up your bare legs, you felt the heat of his gaze taking you all in and you couldnât help but revel in the feeling that you had that effect on him.
âIâll â um â take the couch, you sleep here.â You could tell he was distracted over your lack of clothes but he cleared his throat and began to leave.
âYoongi.â You called and stopped him in his tracks.
âThank you for being such a gentleman.â You giggled.
You heard him scoff a laugh before walking out of the room, some sort of pyjamas in hand.
So here you were, left alone in Min Yoongiâs bedroom.
You werent exactly sure what you should be doing, should you just go to sleep?
As if it were that easyâŠ
You felt giddy as you got under the covers, his bed was huge compared to your single in your dorm.
You tried to relax and calm a little remembering you were technically meant to be trying to sleep, you reached over to turn off the bedside lamp, shrouding yourself in darkness.
You decided to scroll through your phone for a while trying to think about other things and definitely not how badly you wanted to go out there and ask Yoongi to come back.
Your intentions werenât even of a sexual nature, you simply just wanted him to lay with you, you wanted to fall asleep in his arms â something you hadnât got the chance to do yet.
After about 20 minutes of tossing and turning and checking every social media platform you decided to take a deep breath and just go ask him, you were nervous that he wouldnât even want to but then again he was letting you stay in his room after all.
You slowly tiptoed across the floor, afraid in case he was already sleeping you quietly opened the door.
You realised you couldnât even tell with as you could only see the back of the couch and not his form, you decided to half shout half whisper, praying he was awake anyway.
âYoongi!â
He head came into view as he sat up from the couch, looking wide awake and a little confused.
âIs everything okay?â He asked, a look of concern crossing his features.
âYeahâŠâ You realised just how shy and nervous you actually felt as you continued speaking.Â
âWill you come sleep beside me Yoongi please?â
You saw a small smile appear on his face, âOf course, Iâm super glad you asked, I wanted to ask but I thought you would see it as creepy or something.â
You rolled your eyes smacking him on the shoulder as he got closer.
âYour whole dick has been inside me but you think cuddling is as the creepy thing to offer?!â You asked, eyes widening in shock a little.
Yoongi held his hands up in defence as he followed you to the bed both of you climbing in on either sides.
âI donât knowâŠâ He trailed off looking at you as you now lay beside one another.
âI guess I thought you were still mad at me.â
You sighed a little and looked at him scanning his face and frowned a little at the black eye that adorned his beautiful features.
âI hate that someone hurt you Yoongi.â You said, you hadnât really meant to say it aloud.
Both your faces were close looking at each other in comfortable silence, a small pout forming on his lips at your statement he leaned in and gave you the smallest of pecks, it was so sweet and tender you felt like you heart was going to beat out of your chest as heat formed across your cheeks.
âLetâs go to sleep Y/N.â
You nodded, leaning in a little closer to him and shutting your eyes after whispering a soft âgoodnightâ.
*
You woke up feeling too hot, far too hot. As you took in your surroundings and remembered where you were you smiled at the reason for your warmth, realising Yoongi had pulled you in and draped his arm over your waist in the middle of the night. You felt comfortable in his arms, having one of the best sleeps youâve had in a long time, your worries felt at ease for once and you just simply felt in the moment with him.
You slowly shifted until you were turned to face him, he pouted a little in his sleep at the disruption and you couldnât help but smile harder, placing a soft kiss on his pout you watched as his eyes fluttered open slowly, confusion on his face as he tried to take in what sensation had just woken him up.
He smiled when he saw you looking at him, stretching his limbs and letting out a long yawn.
âDid you sleep well?â You asked.
âMmmm yes I did, I really like waking up next to youâŠâ He said, his handing tracing absent-minded patterns on your arm.
âMe tooâŠâ You trailed off feeling a little sad that this wasnât going to be a permanent thing.
âYour eye looks a little better, I think itâs starting to heal.â You said reaching out to touch his face gently.
âHm you donât think itâs sexy? Like in a 'wow Iâm a big sexy bad boy' way?.âÂ
You couldnât roll your eyes hard enough turning away from him only to have him whine and pull you back to face him.
âYeah that whine sounds so bad boy.â You said giggling as he pulled you closer and began kissing your neck.
âHmmmm, you smell amazing.â He said nuzzling further into your neck with a groan.
You felt yourself begin to grow a little hot at the noise, his lips leaving a hot trail down to your collarbone.
You let out a pleased noise.
âHmm you like that baby?â He asked beginning to move his body so he was hovering over yours, his mouth kissing lower.
You let out a noise of approval feeling too hot and worked up to speak.
His hands found your hips and he slowly pushed up the t-shirt you were wearing his hands gliding along your warm skin.
As he pushed it up further you helped him, pulling it off you completely leaving you in only your underwear.
Yoongi let out a groan at the picture of your almost naked body in front of him resting his forehead on your stomach trying to compose himself for a moment as the mere sight of you was making him go a little crazy.
You let out a whine âYoongi do something. Please.â
He looked back up at you a smirk on his face, âNow whoâs whining babe?â
You let out a scoff quickly followed by a sharp gasp as his mouth latched onto your nipple.
His tongue teasing and sucking you could feel the wetness pooling at your core.
You wanted to squeal a little, the frustration of how teasingly slow he was going was making you feel crazy.
As he took his time, making sure to kiss every inch of your body by the time he got close to where you needed him most you were a writhing mess.
âYoongi please.â You gasped out when he kissed the inside of your thigh, merely a few centimetres away from you soaked panties.
âTell me what you want baby. Iâll give it to you.â He said planting another soft kiss even closer this time.
You suddenly felt a little embarrassed, you don't think youâd ever begged to get your pussy ate before.
âI wantâŠyour tongue on me, fuck please.â You breathed out, hardly able to think straight.
Yoongi put his hands to the hem of your panties silently asking you to raise your hips and you did allowing him to pull them off.
You let out a yelp when Yoongi pushed your thighs further apart so he had a full view of your leaking core.
You let out a low whine of embarrassment trying to close your thighs a little but Yoongi had a strong grip.
âSorry Iâm staring, your pussy is beautiful thoughâŠâÂ
You immediately brought your hand up to your face not believing the words coming out of his mouth.
âYoongi shut up!â You said from behind your hands.
Yoongi laughed a little bringing his head down, you nearly moaned at the feeling of his breath on your core.
âPlease.â Was all you whispered out, so beyond desperate for some sort of relief you were clenching around nothing.
Yoongiâs tongue slowly licked up until he started slowly licking at your clit, Â giving it all his attention.
You moaned, absolutely in bliss at the feeling, but you needed something more.
âYoongi your fingers pleaseâŠâ
His cock twitched at that, hardening further at your words, did you know what you were doing to him?
He happily obliged, slowly slipping a finger inside you, pumping in and out before adding a second, stretching you out further.
As he kept up his assault on your clit, you didnât think youâd ever felt an orgasm approach you this fast before, the familiar pressure building in record time.
âYoongi oh my god â I think â I think Iâm gonna come, please donât stop, please.â
As he listened, knowing you were close he picked up the pace, pumping his fingers faster and sucking on your clit a little bit harsher.
âFuck!â You half yelled along with a moan, turning your head to the side and closing your eyes as you let your orgasm wash over you, your whole body felt heavy as you came down, the whole time Yoongiâs tongue never left you slowly working you through it.
âYoongi.â You said, breathing heavily. âGet back up here.â
You turned back as he slowly moved back up so his face was facing yours again a smile on his face.
You placed your hands on either side of his face, feeling like your heart could burst at the sight of the man in front of you, pulling his face to yours so you could kiss him rather than say something stupid.
Yoongi groaned a little as his hard-on brushed against you, he mustâve been in need of some serious relief.
You felt an immediate pulse of fresh pleasure at the thought of him getting hard at the action of eating you out.
âYoongiâŠwantâŠyou to fuck me.â You said between short kisses.
Yoongi smirked at you.
âReally?â He asked feigning innocence and you honestly couldâve rolled your eyes at his teasing if you werenât so turned on.
âYes baby please, want you to fuck me so hard Yoongi and I know your big dick will fill me right up.â You said trying to sound as seductive as possible, you could play this game if he wanted too.
Yoongi just stared for a second as his brain buffered not believing the filth coming from you.
âFuck.â Was all he said as he began kissing your neck again and this time you felt him fishing his cock out of his underwear.
Lining up at your entrance, he stopped just short of pushing in.
âTell me how bad you want it baby and Iâll give it to you.â
Fuck he was going to be the death of you.
âYoongi please, I need you so bad, need you to fill me upâŠâ
And with that, he plunged into you bottoming out immediately.
You gasped at the pressure, your head falling back and your eyes almost rolling into the back of your head.
âJesus fuck!â You yelled as he continued thrusting at such a relentless pace he had to grab you by the hips to stop your body from moving farther up the bed.
âTell me what you want baby⊠harder, faster?â He asked, his breathing laboured as he tried to keep his pace up.
âFuck yes oh my god Iâll come so fast like this.â You said your voice practically vibrating with how hard he was fucking you.
âYeah?â He said his hand moving further up your body he stopped just short of your throat eyeing you up.
You had a feeling he was little too nervous to ask what he wanted but you knew just what was on his mind and you loved the idea.
âYoongi choke me.â You gasped out.
âPlease choke me a little, please? Itâll feel so good.â
Yoongiâs hip stuttered a little at your words his eyes widening in shock, he nearly came right there breathing deep, trying to compose himself.
âYeah? Are you sure?â He asked.
You nodded like a crazy woman. âYes.â You breathed out, not finding any more energy to speak, you could feel your orgasm coming.
His hand slowly snaked up your body until it was resting at your neck he slowly wrapped his fingers around it, applying light pressure.
âBaby... you need to tell me if itâs too much okay?â
You nodded at him again.
His fingers squeezed a little harder as he began fucking in you again as lightning speed.
You closed your eyes letting him choke and fuck you however he wanted, you were in a state of bliss as the familiar knot in your stomach was so close to snapping.
He didnât choke you too hard always alternating between some pressured squeezes and releasing again.
âFeels so good.â You said when he eased up his pressure for a while.
âYou wouldnât believe how fucking hot you look like this babyâŠall spread out for me youâre so dirty baby, tell me... do the guys know what a little slut you are?â
Fuck.
You shook your head no.
âGod if they could see you like this I think they would never recover.â
You werenât sure where it came from but for a moment you pictured your 6 best friends watching you, and it sent you right over the edge.
âYoongi Iâm coming fuck, Iâm coming!â You said as one of the best orgasms youâve ever had tore its way through you.
Your core spasmed uncontrollably as you moaned, bringing Yoongi over the edge with you.
âJesus christ.â He breathed out as he gathered up some strength to pull out of you and roll over to your side.
You laughed out loud as you turned to face him, unable to think straight you said the first thing that came to mind.
âThat black eye still makes you look like a dumbass.â
It was Yoongiâs turn to laugh as you both tried to get your breathing under control.
âCome on, letâs get in the shower.â
*
You and Yoongi spent the rest of the day lazing around in his bed kissing and laughing, you had even given him a quick blowjob when youâd both gotten a little too handsy once again.
You didnât think you could feel this way with someone but the absolute ease and comfort you felt being with him was indescribable.
As you both lay in his bed watching Netflix â although there wasnât much watching â you heard the front door knock.
âBabe it must be the pizza, go open the door while I grab cash so he doesnât leave.â
âI'm indecent!â You whined only wearing one of Yoongiâs shirts.
âGo give him a show!â He said winking at you as he went in search of his wallet.
You rolled you eyes getting up anyway not risking the delivery person getting fed up and actually leaving.
As you got to the door you made sure the t-shirt was pulled as far down as it would go.
You opened the door and swung it open âHi can you wait ââ
You froze.
âY/N?âÂ
Your eyes widened in shock.
You were standing face to face with none other than Jin.
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Did somebody say appx. nine pages of Mista Headcanons written at appx. 1 am? No? Well too bad, because thatâs what I have to offer. These have not been read over so good luck deciphering some of them.
He do be hairy doeÂ
U know heâs got out of control curly hair that he doesnât know what to do with
And I ainât just talkin abt his head hair
Dis mans
Doesnât understand how hygiene works
I lov him
But he smell
And the fact that heâs got a lot of hair doesnât help that
But have no fear!
Just,,,, give him bath or shower.Â
He will be fresH and make sure to shampoo and condition haiR!
Also get him some curl cream and blow dry that shit.
Itâll be stunNing!
And itâll smell like vanilla or some shittttttt and itâll be niceeeee
N u can run your hands through it and play with the curls n u know if u scratch behind his ear his gets all happy like a doggo
Heâs a good boi!
He just needs someone to show him some love! And teach him how to properly take care of himself!
Also teach him how to properly shave because u know ya boi doesnât know how to do that properlyÂ
đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș
But itâs okey!
He learns!
EventuallyâŠ.
After a lot of trial and errorâŠ
also u know with all that hair and sweat heâs got some acne
The poor boy doesnât know what to do but you go out and buy him some skin care products and make sure he knows how to properly apply it!
Monthly spa time!
Give him a mani pedi and a nice deep condition and a face mask and put some cucumbers on his eyes!!!
He deserves it!!!
Also take away some of that greasy food he likes to eat
Itâs not good for him
đ„ș sorry mista but itâs for your health
But u can make up for it by giving him some smooches!
Tell him heâs a pretty boi!
Because he is!!!
Heâs just a poor 18 year old that never learned how to take care of himself!
but u kiss his lil acne scars n u tell him heâs handsome n u play with his hair n give him the love he deserves!!!!
H-he babey. That all.Â
N when u two finally ya know,,, get it on u make sure to let him know that u donât care if he hairy everywhere!
U lov him!
It DONT matter!!!
U think he is stunning!
N of course let him know all the little scars heâs got from bein in the mafia DONT matter either!!!!
U kiss them!!!
And make them all okay!!!
Because it is okay!
Also idk if I mentioned this but u get him that nice old spice deodorant and it smells so good!!!
And it works so well!!!
So heâs no longer stinky!!!!
Heâs fresh looking and smelling!!!
đ„șđ„șđ„ș
Also u help him pick out some clothes that let his skin and hair breathe so he doesnât break out often and his hair stays nice n heâs hesitant because heâs worn the same clothes for sooo long but u convince him itâs for the best
N when he does heâs so happy!
He loves them!
What do they look like?
IdfkÂ
Gimme a sec
U get him a blue jean jacket thatâs a button up in case he wants to have long sleeves
U find him a breathable shirt with the same pattern as his crop top sweater
U get him some shorts that make him look fashionable but also he can run n stuff in them
U get him some cool sneakers
U buy him a hat thatâs loose and he can put his hair down or through the back of it in a lil pony tail n itâs nice
He looks so much better!!!
N u even bought him a holster!!!
Itâs good.
n his stands like to chill in the pocket of the jean jacket or the shirt pocket n theyâre happy too!
also in ur boobs but thatâs not the point of this fic
anyway, heâs good!
And now that heâs all clean you cuddle with him more often n he loves it!
he likes to rest his head on your chest and close his eyes
U pet his hair
His stands also like to vibe inside whatever shirt or top youâre wearing n u honestly donât mind
They just chill n rest their arms on the collar and wave at mista
Also they catch any food crumbs you drop so itâs amazing
itâs a win-win
But also awkward for Mista because he can feel anything his stands feel so the entire time heâs got a red face
Also the days you donât wanna shave or even if u quit shaving all together, mista doesnât give a fuck!
heâs like,,, have you seen me? Grow that leg hair out, grow out any other hair you want.
N ur like,,,, u sure?
N heâs like you put up with my hair so damn right imma love yours
So then you just vibe tbh
He makes you so confident in yourself because you did the same to him
Power couple!!!
Yâall both realize your strengths and appreciate the other for what theyâve done
Itâs a good wholesome relationship đ„șđ„șđ„ș
Oh heâs also probably self conscious about his eyebrows cause they r bushy n when he furrows them it looks like he has a unibrowÂ
N ur like, I can teach u to pluck ur eyebrows but also I love your bushy eyebrows?
Dem caterpillars on your face?
Stunning
You kiss his forehead right between his eyebrows n tell him you love every bit of him
He just đ„șđ„șđ„ș
anything he ever mentions
Nose?
U smooch it.
Itâs amazing.
His tummy?
Best pillow ever.
You give him a smooch on his tummy.
Literally anythingâ you make sure he knows that you love it because itâs a part of him and you love him!!!!
Heâs also admitted that he wears his hat to hide his earsÂ
Heâs got big olâ ears and heâs self conscious about them
you give him a smooch on each ear
âWhat? Babe, youâre the only person Iâve been with that actually listens to me! Those ears are a plus!â
Soft boi need lovÂ
He was probably bullied when he was younger for how he looked and acted and so put up walls to ignore it
He likes to pretend nothing can get to him but heâs honestly really soft
He needs someone to confide in because heâs full of so many self doubts but heâs so good and doesnât deserve to be!!!
he also likes being the little spoon sometimes
Itâs nice to be held
Heâs not used to affection and craves it
Give him all the snuggles
He deserves it more than life!!!!
He acts carefree and likes to live life peacefully but he probably has some sort of undiagnosed disorder like anxiety or ADHD that makes him hyper aware of bad things that could happen
When he was younger, he was less worrisome and such, but ever since joining the mafia heâs gotten more anxious
Who wouldnât?
Itâs the mafia!
Heâs shown not to overthink things but I think heâs just telling himself that
A million scenarios are probably flying through his head
Heâs a quick thinker!
Thatâs why people think heâs not too bright, because he chooses the direct route and chooses it fast
I think heâs aware of what heâs doing down to a T however.
He learns to drop his facade and actively talks with people without feeling anxious about it
he can now read and listen to music without horrible scenarios running through his head
Now, when he looks calm, he actually is
He obviously had a rather traumatic childhood whether he wants to admit it or not
When he says he wants a peaceful life he really just wants a break from his thoughts telling him that heâll never get what he wants and that heâs not worth it
When he did things when he was younger and sort of just went wherever he wanted he thought that would help him get rid of these feelings
It didnât
U help him to see that any life can be good if you make it so
He cracks jokes and makes others laugh and he likes to feel like he belongs
He sometimes regrets impulsively speaking all the time however, as he fears people find him annoying
He also gets really upset and angry easily
He learns to relax more though
You help him with this, of course, with all of your compliments and such
Also, this has been mentioned before, but cuddles!
Yâall love them
So nice
On the couch? Cuddles
On the bed? Cuddles
You love to be able to access his hair to mess with it and he loves to lay against your chest because free pillows
Usually heâs halfway on top of you, head against your chest as he tells u about his day
Youâll pet his head and play with his hair as he does so
Heâll have his arms around your waist and cling to you like a koala
When you want your hair messed with or just get suffocated from fluffy boi laying on you yâall will switch places
Youâll put a pillow on his chest tho
His stands will also mess with your hair
And probably walk on your back to attempt a back massage
But theyâre too light so it doesnât do much
You appreciate it anyway
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the only two people who despise celebrating their birthday: you and bucky
warnings: none really but kinda angst?
bucky barnes x reader
reader speaking is in italics
đ„șđ„ș mom, I love him. đ„șđ„ș
your birthday was march 9th and no one knew about it except fury and nat. you hoped it would stay that way. coincidentally, buckyâs was march 10th. you didnât know about it but everyone else did. and since heâs been with the avengers, they have only had small celebrations forced by steve of course.
march 9th, 8:50 am.
you and nat had training. as you met her on the mats, she told you âhappy birthdayâ, to which u shushed her while looking around the room for anyone listening in.
âhey I was just tryna be nice but if you really want to pretend you arenât a year older then I canât stop youâ
âsorry, just donât want to celebrate it. iâm not into celebrating my birthdayâ
âi know that but you never told me whyâ
nat was the person you were closest to. you trusted her for obvious reasons, she was a world class spy. but more than that, she was the one only one that saw something in you when no one else did. sheâs the one who took you into the avengers.
âItâs just- look, you know how it feels when youâre treated like nothing,â you said with a sigh. âthat feeling is one of the worst feelings a person could feel, yet i had to feel it for basically my whole life. every birthday, I wished my life would change, that someone would treat me like I was worth something, but it never happened.â
âiâm sor-â
âmy own mother didnât even care enough to remember my birthday, so I decided from that point on iâd make my birthday mean nothing to me. if thereâs nothing to look forward to, thereâs nothing that can disappoint you.â
ây/n. iâm sorry. you didnât deserve that to happen to you. but you have us. when I first started, i had nothing but now I have this. this job, this family.. you do too.â
âthank you nat I appreciate it, really i do, but itâs just better this way. that way, if anything were to happen, I wouldnât have to feel the same feeling I felt all those years agoâ
after that conversation, nat decided it was best not to argue with you because she understood, so you sparred. what you didnât know was that bucky was listening in the whole time. he walked towards the gym til he heard your voice. he was intrigued by you, he couldnât help but listen. after he heard that conversation, he went back to his room. he laid in his bed and thought. he thought about how you and him were quite similar, he thought about how he felt... bad for you? he didnât like that you felt that way. he didnât want you to feel that way. so he decided to do something about it.
7:30 pm
everyone was eating dinner. no one else acknowledged your birthday. that was a good sign. yet that feeling of disappoint lingered deep inside. you felt that way every birthday, because even though you say that you donât want anyone to know about your birthday, a part of you always wanted people to know. to do something special for you, but you never got that. especially nowadays, how could anyone plan anything for you when you wonât even say that itâs your birthday!
11:55 pm
you were in your room listening to music. all the lights were off except for the rock salt lamps you had around your room and the lava lamp on your bedside. as you checked your phone for the time, you heard a knock. expecting natasha, you told friday to let her in. instead, stood one bucky barnes with a grocery bag.
âbucky?â
âum- hiâ
âuh hi?... just in case, u do know this isnt ur room, right?â
âyea.. I wanted to um- I know itâs your birthday,â he said as he scratched the back of his neck.
âoh. nat told u?â
âno, i-i didnât mean to eavesdrop but I heard u talking to her this morning in the gymâ
âoh.â
âso happy birthday. here.â he walked to your bed and put the grocery bag down in front of you. you opened the bag and in it was a chocolate cake with purple frosting that read happy birthday.
a small chuckle left your lips, a slight tint of red forming on your cheeks. âpurple is my favorite colorâ
âI knowâ
âthank you, you didnât have to do this. i-i donât even know when ur birthday is..â
12:00 am
âu donât have to thank me, and itâs tomorrow,â he replied as he checked the time, âmake that today.â
âoh. oh! happy birthday bucky. mâsorry I didnât know.â
âitâs okay, I donât really like my birthday either.â
he started to retreat from your room as he said, âagain, happy bir-â
âbirthday boy. u wanna join me? this cake isnât meant for just one personâ
âoh sure. thanksâ
âyou donât have to thank meâ
he walked back into your room and you patted the bed for him to sit.
he opened the cake as you grabbed a knife and two forks. after cutting the cake, you both ate in a comfortable silence.
âhey bucky, thank you. seriously. i know we both donât like our birthdays but, this sorta kinda made my day.â
this time, he blushed.
âits nothinâ
you continued eating the cake until suddenly you stood up and rummaged through a drawer. you pulled out a couple candles, stuck them into the half-eaten cake and lit them.
âhappy birthday bucky. make a wishâ
he closed his eyes for a couple seconds, then blew them out.
âwatcha wish for?â
âi canât say doll, or else it wonât come true.â
you looked down, that name bringing even more heat to your cheeks. when you looked up, buckys face was centimeters from yours.
then his lips were on yours. his soft, plump lips. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. he wrapped his arms around your waist, the warmth engulfing the two of you. you could taste the peppermint chapstick on his lips. he could taste the vanilla on yours.
after what felt like forever, you broke away for air.
âand now my wish came true.â
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