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melismaticmadness · 3 years

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TOILET PAPER

Owen Joyner Imagine

(ITS A LONG ONE BUT ITS DEFINITELY SMUTTY)

Y/n has been dating Owen for a little over a month, and he’s invited her over for the first night in his new, empty apartment.

3700 Words

Warnings: Contains Smut (18+), language

Hope you enjoy!

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Oklahoma City is nothing like LA, I don’t know what possessed Owen to buy a place here when his parents' house is 25 minutes away. Most of his time is spent in LA anyway, but he’s Owen and he wants home to be Oklahoma.

We haven’t been together long but it was nice that he invited me over for the first night in his apartment, sitting on the floor unpacking the last few boxes with some trashy tv on and drinks. What could be better? It’s always nice to just be with him - no matter how boring we are.

As I jumped into my too-tight jeans and put on the button-up crop top I planned to wear, I was a little nervous for tonight. He’s taking a huge step in life, and I’m stuck. My acting career isn’t taking off, college is sucking the life out of me, and I hate my job. Now wasn’t the time to worry about my life though, so I put a little makeup on and turned the music up.

Owen picked me up around 6pm and we stopped to grab burgers for dinner. Eventually, we started making the drive through the city to his apartment. It was so weird knowing that when he’s going home now he’s going home to an empty place. He could do whatever he wanted now, he was finally free. Girls could come and go and no one would know. Girls who are not me could come and go...not that I think he would ever do that. Owen is well known though. He could have any girl he wanted, so I’m sure the temptation has been there. Especially since I won’t put out, not yet. We talked about it and I just have to feel like the moment is right. It’s a big deal for a girl to have sex for the first time.

The apartment is so nice. It somehow feels warm and industrial at the same time. All the paintings he ordered are resting on the wall by the big window, and his tv is of course set up already. Owen takes me by the hand and leads me to his room, abandoning our food on the living room floor.

“Cute. A mattress on the floor, O” I snickered.

“Shut the hell up. I ordered my bed too late and it won't be here for another three days. My mom made me take the mattress from my room at home until it’s here since I wanted to move out now.”

“In a hurry to get out?”

“You have no idea…” he smirked. “Let’s eat. I’m starving.”

“Owen, you better get used to starving because you still can’t cook.”

“Maybe one day you can teach me.”

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Burgers were great as usual, and we put The Music Man on at Owen’s request. He must have just tossed things from his house into random boxes on his way out. I started unpacking and found two hats, a drum pad, hangers, dress pants, and salt and pepper shakers.

I started roasting him for his packing skills and before I knew it he was using the pile of hats as a weapon and was attacking me with them.

“I HAVE NO WEAPONS THIS IS UNFAIR!”

“FIND SOMETHING OR SURRENDER!”

“Never lover boy. You’re going down,” and with that, I found a wooden spoon and started whacking the hats away and eventually swatting him with it.

“I tap out. I TAP OUT!” he yelled in between laughs. I was pinned underneath him on the hardwood floor still playfully hitting him on the butt with my weapon of choice.

“Ha! You’re no match for me.”

“I think I can win in other ways..” he said, lowering his lips to mine.

I slowly put my arms around his neck and pulled him to lay on top of me. As I was running my hands from the back of his neck down his shoulders, he slid his leg up ever so slightly in between mine. He had gotten so strong in quarantine, not that he wasn’t before, but I could tell he was working out more to keep himself busy. I wasn’t complaining about it though. It felt nice to be held in strong arms.

It felt like we were making out on the floor for hours and we finally came up for some air. It was getting hard laying on the hardwood with this 5’10 blonde on top of me, but I knew he wouldn’t make a move because of our conversation a few weeks ago about me not being ready. That could change now.

“O, since you don’t have a couch yet...can we like to switch or something? You’re cute and all but the floor isn’t.”

“I think my floor is sexy,” he whispered. “Wanna go to my room?”

“Lead the way..”

We were hardly up off the floor before Owen picked me up and carried me to his room and tossed me on the bed. This time our kiss was different. My hands wandered up and down the sides of his body as his tongue traced the depths of my mouth. I returned his edginess by running my hands under his shirt and pressing him closer to me. My hands came around the front to feel the edges of his bare chest and waist. Ungluing my mouth from his for a moment for a gasp of air, I tugged his shirt up.

“You sure?”

“Mmhmm. Take the damn shirt off.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He removed the shirt in one quick motion and I propped myself up on my elbows to get a good view. As he tossed the shirt off to the side we both were sitting up and I was grazing my hands over his arms.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked.

Instead of responding, I inched forward and kissed right above his waistband and traveled all the way up to his lips leaving kisses as I went. He let out a strangled breath as I made the journey and stopped me before I planted my last kiss on his lips.

“You’re gonna have to calm down a little if you don’t want me to have a situation to take care of…”

“Who said I didn’t want to help you take care of it…” His eyes were looking down at me and straight through me.

“I was- Y/n, you don’t have to - I was just kidding,” he said running his hands through his hair and looking away from me.

I had to prove that I was okay with taking things up a notch, so I grabbed his hips and started massaging him over his pants. Owen grabbed my face and kissed me, sucking all the air out of me as I kept kneading his hips and thighs. Slowly my hand moved to palm his dick through his pants.

I could feel his chest tense up and he sat up a little straighter.

“I think it’s time I lose some clothing too.. What do you think?”

Before even answering he was reaching for the buttons on the front of my shirt.

He was struggling with so many buttons. I knew they were too small for him to get so I stopped what I was doing and had to pull the shirt over my head.

Owen immediately told me I was gorgeous and I could tell he was trying to look me in the eyes versus at my boobs.

“You can touch me, ya know..” I whispered, almost as if I was scared of someone hearing me, but no one would. We were finally alone. It was just us at this moment. No thought of parents or siblings coming home. No worry about roommates hearing, or puppies crying from outside the door to kill the mood. This was it. I was ready. Tonight, I am going to christen this apartment with him.

Owen’s hands were shaking ever so slightly as he rubbed my arms and made his way to my chest. He placed a kiss right where my cleavage met and I could’ve died. His hands were huge and looking at my breasts in them made me worry that he had seen bigger.

He was kissing my collarbones and tracing every inch of exposed skin with his tongue. He slowly laid me down and said, “You’re perfect. This is perfect. We can stop, just tell me-” His voice was so low and raspy, but I cut him off with a kiss before he could keep talking.

Owen continued licking and petting my boobs, so I decided to be daring. I was dragging my fingers down his abs when I hit the little trail that led into his pants. Instead of reversing my course like I did before, this time my hand wandered lower into his boxers.

Gently, my hand explored the warm skin and curly hair before grabbing hold of his dick and giving it a squeeze.

“Woah,” he grunted, “Can't do that, you’re gonna kill me.”

“I’m still winning then, see?” I said teasingly.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yeah, O. Why?”

“Let me try something. Tell me to stop if you need me to.” He said planting a kiss on my lips after I nodded.

He readjusted himself in his pants and then started attending to me. Sliding my bra straps off my shoulders he lifted me up and reached behind me to unhook it. My breath caught in my throat when I felt the clasp fall open. He pulled it away and I reacted by covering myself up.

“It’s just me. Are you ok?”

“Yeah, just go slow.” Now I was shaking. I want this, but I’m still scared.

“I won’t do anything without asking.” He’s being such a gentleman and I was the one teasing him first.

He pulled my arms down and took a nipple in his mouth. He twirled his tongue around and sucked while playing with the other. My stomach was flopping around and the feeling of butterflies was traveling down between my legs. Owen started giving my other nipple attention with his mouth as his hand traveled down my torso.

His hand stopped when he hit the button of my jeans and just started playing with it. He looked up at me with his green eyes asking if he should keep going.

I took his hand and shoved it into my pants. He was definitely surprised but he found the top of my folds while still staying over my thong.

“Babe, your jeans are too tight my hand is losing circulation in there.” He said pulling his hand out.

“I can fix that,” and off my pants went.

Now we were both doing this dance in our underwear of making out and dipping our fingers into uncharted territory.

Owen suddenly pulled me to the edge of his bed and was kneeling on the floor, nudging my legs open.

“What are you-“

“You still trust me right?”

“Owen, I-

“Do you want me to stop?”

“...No. But I haven’t done anything yet-“

“Let me keep going then you can help me with my… situation,” he smirked. “Close your eyes. Relax.”

I did as I was told and felt Owen reach for the elastic waistband of my thong and pull it down. Oh my god. My cunt was throbbing at this point. I was dying for him to touch me again, but he was teasing me.

His hands started massaging my feet and up my calves and legs. He got to my thighs and kept his hands low. Then I felt him lay next to me on the bed as his lips met mine and his hands rubbed my stomach and fingers inched back down to my cunt.

His dick was pressed against the outside of my body and I could tell he was rock solid. How he was still in his pants, I will never know.

“Y/n, do you want me to stop?” I shook my head no and his finger gently parted my folds. I was holding his shoulder so tight, partly because of nerves and partly because I had never felt this way before.

“Have you touched yourself before? Like we talked about...” He whispered as his finger slid past my clit agonizingly slow.

“Yes,” I gasped, “just a few times.”

“What do you think about?”

I couldn’t answer him. My mind was racing and my heart was beating too fast.

“What do you think about when you touch yourself, y/n?” This time he asked through gritted teeth.

“You...I think about you…”

“Show me how you did it”

“No!” He took his hand out from between my legs, grabbed my hand, and led it down my body to the place he just left.

“Show me.” Owen sat up and slid back to the floor to watch what I was doing.

I lightly dipped one finger down to my vagina and back up to my nub. I started alternating between rubbing circles around my clit and the opening of my vagina. My legs were still moderately closed so Owen wasn’t happy with his view.

He pushed my knees apart and now my pink folds were on display.

“Keep your eyes closed, y/n.”

Owen used one hand to spread my lips wide open and the other to trace my wetness up to my clit. With his thumb, he applied pressure and moved in circles painfully slowly over my most sensitive spot.

Soon his hand left my clit and started poking my entrance ever so slightly. The next thing I knew, his tongue was on my clit picking up the pace and his finger was two knuckles deep inside me.

His tongue was working even faster now and I was so wet I could feel it dripping down to my ass cheeks.

Suddenly, there was a lot of pressure down there and I opened my eyes to see him two fingers deep in my pussy and his nose hurried in my folds. I was panting and he was giggling at the noises I was making because of him.

His hand never stopped moving but he looked up at me and said, “You’re unbelievably tight. Have you touched yourself like this?”

Truth be told, nothing had ever been inside me until now. Not even a tampon. I never had a reason to use one.

Inside of me, his fingers curled and hit a spot that made me jump.

“You still good?” He asked, stopping everything.

“Don’t stop,” I panted, “please, faster...harder.” I was squirming now with his hand stationary inside me.

“What exactly do you want me to do for you?”

“Keep touching me god, Owen. Lick me again.”

With that, he was pumping his fingers harder and faster than ever and his tongue was flicking my clit. I started feeling like I was hyperventilating and like I was going to pee. The butterflies and pressure building inside of me were intense but the moans coming out of my mouth told Owen he was doing a great job.

“Owen, I’m gonna pee! O, I’m gonna-“ He took his mouth away and replaced it with his hands to watch me finish for the first time. He continued to pump his two fingers and started rolling my clit between his thumb and index finger with his other hand. I was lifting my hips to meet his hand and he was trying to push me back down to the bed. My whole body was starting to spasm and I was a little scared. I was losing control of my body and had no idea what was happening. His hands were like magic. Owen spread my legs even wider and continued his rhythm. His fingers curled into me even further and it sent shockwaves through my body and I was lost in a frenzy. To his surprise and mine, I squirted all over his hands. He didn’t stop pumping and circling my clit until I was squeezing my legs together and pushing his hands away. Owen kissed me as I came down from my high and I caught my breath.

“Oh my god. Owen, I’m so sorry. I- I didn’t know I would pee. Oh my god.”

“Babe, you didn’t pee. That’s just what happens when you get off really well. It’s all good; no worries.”

“I never felt that way before. I felt like I never wanted you to stop but I also felt like I was exploding”

“Well, I don’t have to stop,” he said laughing and fake spreading my knees again.

“Hey, lover boy it’s your turn,” I said pushing him to the bed now.

“Wait, you don’t have-“ I was too quick. I already had his pants down by his knees and was fighting to get them off. After some help from Owen, and him removing his boxers, we were both completely naked together for the first time. He was much bigger than I anticipated with my hand down his pants. That was not going to fit inside me. There was just no way. He could barely get two fingers in me.

I looked him up and down and was taking it all in when he just blurted out, “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

“Maybe next time, blondie,” I said as I traced through his neatly trimmed hair and all the way down his length to his tip. He closed his eyes and shivered, so I stuck the tip in my mouth.

His eyes opened and bulged out of his head at the sudden sucking I was doing. My tongue swirled around his most sensitive part as my hands played with him at the base and his balls.

Owen tucked my hair behind my ear as I looked up at him. I slid more of his member into my mouth taking almost all of it without gagging. As I slid back to the tip, I let my teeth drag just a bit.

“Jesus Christ, y/n. You gotta go easy on me or I won’t last long.”

With a pop, I released him from my mouth and his dick was flushed and the veins were purple. Twitching as I slowly pumped it with my hands, his dick was releasing a tiny bit of clear liquid. I used my hands to spread it all over him which made my job even easier.

I had an idea, so now it was his turn to trust me.

“O, help me. I need you inside me.”

“Are you sure?” He was breathing heavy and I knew he didn’t want to stop, but would if I asked him to. I wanted this though.

“Yes. Tell me what to do.”

“No, let me take care of you.”

He flipped us over and began rubbing me again while kissing my neck.

“I love you. You know that?” Owen said in between kisses.

“I love you too.”

“Let me just- fuck!”

“What? What’s wrong?” I was startled by how mad he suddenly got.

“I don’t have anything. We can’t.”

“I have an IUD. It’s ok.”

“You wanna- No. Let me go run and see if I have something in my wallet. It’s your first time I don’t want you to worry.”

“Owen, I want to feel all of you since it’s my first time,” I said reaching down and grabbing his dick and lining it up with my heat.

“Babe, it might hurt. I’m so sorry, I’ll stop if you need me to.”

“Just do it, I’ll be ok.” With that, he pushed himself right up to my entrance and I already could tell this wasn’t going to work.

“It’s not gonna fit, Owen. Oh god.”

“Hey, relax. I know you’re nervous but it really won’t fit if you’re not relaxed.” He laughed.

“I’m gonna kiss you as I go in, okay? You can still tell me to stop.”

He went in for the kiss and slowly pushed the tip inside me. It was uncomfortable but bearable.

“It’s going to get worse before it gets better, I think. I’m going to keep going.” He was holding his breath at this point as he slid about three inches further inside of me. He didn’t want to rush me but he wanted to fuck my brains out at the same time.

He hit something inside of me and I yelled.

“Ah! Stop! Wait!”

“Okay, Okay. Do you want me to stay or pull out?”

“Stay, stay...okay. Just do it fast.”

He pressed his forehead to mine and broke the barrier. I grit my teeth and cursed, and tried to close my legs. He held me close and wiped a tear as it escaped. We didn’t move for a solid minute as I waited for my vagina to get used to his size.

“Move. You can move.” I whispered.

He gave a little grunt in response and started pumping in and out of me slowly.

After a few minutes of Owen going painfully slow, he lifted my knees up higher and started going faster. I grabbed his butt and started pressing him into me.

“Harder. Please.”

He listened and started pounding me. I didn’t know anything could feel this good.

“Babe, I’m close.” He panted.

“I think I am too.” At that point, he picked up the pace again. Now I was bucking my hips up to meet his thrusts. I could feel him throbbing inside of me trying to hold back. I clenched my muscles a little and heard him let out a high pitched little yell.

I pulled his chain and we were pressed chest to chest, covered in sweat, and fucking like bunnies.

“Do you want me to pull out?”

“No!”

“Then I won’t last much longer,” he slid a hand between us and started rubbing my clit as fast as he was pounding me.

“Me neither.” I spread my legs wider and he finally hit the spot.

My walls tightened and as soon as they did I felt him release inside of me. His moans were intoxicating and I came undone.

“O, O, I’m cumming. Don’t stop.”

He did a few more hard strokes and we both were too sensitive to keep going.

Owen pulled out after a few minutes and I missed him inside me. We were naked, facing each other after being as close as two people could be.

“Thank you for that,” I said.

“Glad to be of service,” he joked.

“I’m gonna go grab things to clean up. Be right back.”

“Mm ‘kay,” I responded, almost drifting to sleep.

“Fuck me.” I heard Owen say from the bathroom.

“What’s wrong, hun?”

“I forgot to buy toilet paper..”

“Guess that means we both need a shower..”

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reidsexualwriting · 5 years

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Beard Kink (Hotch/Reader)

I've been binge-watching Criminal Minds for the past three weeks and all I can do is think about the fact that Hotch is no longer on the show. And I get teary-eyed just thinking about it. So here's some Hotch smut because I need it (and because Hotch with a beard has me feeling all kinds of ways). This has a lot of build-up, so I hope y'all don't mind a little bit of plot.

Title: Beard Kink Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Reader Rating: M/Explicit Words: 2538 Warnings: Smut. Language. The "sharing a bed" trope (I think it qualifies as a warning) for convenience sake. No Derek Morgan--possibly the saddest part of this fic. Unprotected sex--please be safe in real situations. Sir kink (can you even write a Hotch smut fic without it?). Aaron Hotchner with a beard.

When you walked into the bullpen, JJ greeted you with a bagel in her outstretched hand and a smile on her face. "Hey! We missed you so much!" You had been hit in your side by a stray bullet a few cases back and had to take some time off while it healed. Of course, the team had seen you since then. JJ and Prentiss brought meals by your house almost every week, Garcia brought all the candy she could fit in her purse on a given day, and Reid would bring you books to read. It was just good to be back on the job where you belonged.

You were the second person in the briefing room; Hotch was waiting at the table with a case file open. When you stepped in, he glanced up from the file and smiled fondly. "Y/N," he sighed, standing up and outstretching his hand. "It's so good to have you back." You took his hand in yours and shook firmly, finally getting a good look at him.

He had a beard. Not a Duck Dynasty beard or anything, but definitely not stubble. It was the perfect length for his features.

Immediately, for a nanosecond, all acceptable responses to the interaction left your brain only to be replaced by thoughts of what he would look like between your legs. You could practically feel his beard scraping your thighs.

You quickly regained your composure, and grinned. "It's great to be back! I'm so ready to get back to work." Your hands fell to your sides as the rest of the team walked in from the bullpen. While you waited for Garcia for the briefing, the team began to update you on all the cases they had worked in the time you had been gone.

Garcia walked into the room and stood in front of the screen. "Before I get into the absolutely horrible, disgusting, awful details of this case, I would like to extend a warm and fuzzy welcome to our wonderful Y/N," she quipped, tilting her head and smiling at you. "We missed you so much, sweetie." Her posture changed as she pulled up the case details. "Alright, now onto the nitty gritty of it all."

Garcia finished her briefing on the case, and you gathered your go-bag and headed to the plane. It was a serial killer in some small Minnesota town. In the air, the team was working on a preliminary profile when Hotch interrupted. "We're going to be sharing rooms for this case. JJ and Prentiss, you're together." He looked down at the notepad in his lap. "Reid and Rossi, you're in a room. And Y/N, you and I will be together."

When he said the two of you would be in the same room, you had mixed feelings. There was the sense of 'oh-shit-that's-my-boss', but the 'I've-definitely-imgained-this-since-I-started-working-with-him' feeling most definitely persisted, almost moreso than the former. You snuck a glance at him from your seat across the aisle and you could've sworn he was smirking. You looked away as he resumed the profile-building session.

When you landed in Minnesota, it was almost 6PM. The team checked in at the sheriff's office, the crime scene, and the coroner's office before heading back to the hotel on the outskirts of town. You received your room key first, so while Hotch remained in the lobby checking the rest of the team in you made your way to the room.

You noticed the single queen sized bed in the center of the room, but quickly dismissed any thoughts and fell backwards onto the bed. Even the short day you had was already exhausting, and you were ready to go to bed. When Hotch walked into the room, you were still lying on your back on the center of the bed, eyes closed.

"Is the bed that comfortable?" he asked. You shot up, your shoulders tensing up at his voice. "I was just messing with you," he explained, letting a small laugh escape.

You relaxed, letting your shoulders slump once again. "I'm just really tired. Turns out, getting shot takes a lot out of you."

He raised an eyebrow at the comment and sighed. "Would you like to shower? If you're that tired, you can have first go."

"Uh, no, I'm more of a morning shower gal," you explained. "I'm just gonna lie down. You can do whatever though. It won't keep me from sleeping."

He hesitated. "Alright. I'm going to take a shower tonight." He started making his way towards the bathroom door, but as he reached for the knob he turned once again to face you. "You haven't said anything about the one bed--are you sure you're okay with sharing? I can sleep on the couch."

"Oh, no," you responded. "It doesn't bother me at all. We're both adults. I'll probably be asleep before you even get out of the shower anyways." You chuckled.

"Alright," he affirmed. "I will talk to you in the morning." He stepped into the bathroom. When you heard the water running, you shucked off your blouse and pants in favor of a pair of shorts and a tank top. You debated on whether to wear a bra or not, but decided against it. After all, Hotch was your coworker and a close friend. You were not going to sacrifice comfort for fear that he would maybe see the outline of your nipple.

Surprisingly, you didn't fall asleep by the time he finished showering. When the water cut off, you were almost creeped out by the overwhelming silence in the room. Even more surprisingly, he had not brought a change of clothes into the bathroom with him; when he opened the door, your eyes were met with a shirtless Aaron Hotchner with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked at himself in the mirror with his brows furrowed and a hand on his jawline, seemingly inspecting his face. You silently thanked whoever was listening that he had decided not to shave.

He made his way out into the main room, which was dark save the light from the half-open bathroom door. He ruffled through his go-bag on the couch at the base of the bed before seemingly settling on something to sleep in. He didn't say anything to you, so he must have assumed you were asleep already. You weren't staring at him or anything; you were still facing the bathroom door. In your peripheral vision, however, you saw him shuck the towel off and swiftly pull a pair of boxer-briefs on.

Of course, in that light and from that angle, you couldn't truly see his form, but regardless, your breath caught in your throat. He pulled on a t-shirt and made his way to the opposite side of the bed where he slid under the covers.

You were sure you weren't getting to sleep soon, but you were just glad he was out of your vision. At least your thoughts weren't accompanied by the image anymore.

You closed your eyes and tried to focus on sleep. Hotch stirred in the bed. You held your breath when you felt him lean over your body. "The silence in this room is deafening. Don't you think, Y/N? I can hear your heart pounding." He put a hand on your upper arm, where goosebumps immediately formed. "I'm assuming you enjoyed the show I put on for you." You choked on a gasp. "Do you want to keep going?" he asked, the concern in his voice evident. You managed a nod. "I want you to say it. I want to make sure."

"Yes," you stated with surprising confidence. He gently tugged your arm to turn you to face him then placed his hand on your back. He had left the bathroom light on, so when you looked up into his eyes you could see his dilated pupils clearly. His hand travelled up your back and into your hair. He gently pulled your face to his in a heated kiss.

When he finally pulled back, he chuckled softly. "I have wanted to do that forever." Your hands moved to his waist where your fingers played at the hem of his shirt. "Take it off," he ordered.

"Yes sir," you replied obediently, pulling the shirt over his head. He groaned at your response and yanked your shirt off in one pull. As he surveyed your torso, you could tell he was trying his best to commit everything to memory. Just as you were about to say something else his lips latched around one of your nipples, drawing a gasp from you. He brought a hand up to fidget with your other nipple.

Your breathing grew labored as he continued to tease you. You dragged a hand up to the back of his head; you ran your fingers through his hair to praise him for his actions.

He pulled off your nipple with a 'pop' but immediately replaced his mouth with his other hand. "Just a quick question," he spoke. "You're okay to have sex right? Medically, I mean."

"Yes sir." He pinched your nipple hard on the word, eliciting a squeak from you. "My doctor cleared me for strenuous physical activity."

He smirked. "Good." He planted a quick kiss on your lips and sat up to kneel at your feet. He pulled your shorts and panties down, and you instinctively closed your legs. He gripped your thighs and pulled your legs apart once again. You felt exposed but still immensely turned on while he looked at your most intimate parts. The circles he rubbed into your thighs soothed you.

When he was satisfied, he moved one of his hands to your clit--first just ghosting over it then gently rubbing circles with his thumb. You sunk into the sheets and felt him looking up at you."I've barely touched you and you're already soaked." You could feel his breath on your thigh. "You really must have enjoyed the show I put on." He increased the pressure of his thumb. "I knew you would like the beard," he uttered. "I figured you would imagine how it would feel on your pussy. Am I right?"

"Yes," you admitted.

He stopped the circles and you whined. "Yes what?"

"Yes sir."

"Good girl," he approved, resuming his ministrations. "What do you want?"

"I want your mouth on me, sir," you whimpered. "Please sir."

He didn't say anything, just lowered his mouth onto your sex. As his tongue danced around your clit you gripped onto the sheets, trying to suppress your moans. "I want to hear you," he said between licks. "I want the whole team to hear you."

You didn't hold back any longer, whimpering and moaning every time his tongue swiped your sensitive bud. He alternated between holding your clit between his lips and the small kitten licks from before. At this point you were bucking up against him. "Sir, I'm gonna cum," you warned him.

"Cum all over my tongue," he encouraged. In just a few seconds you did just that, letting out a load groan as you fell over the edge. He eagerly lapped up all that you gave him and worked you through the high. When you finally recovered he was once again rubbing small circles into your thigh and you were left panting on the bed.

"You aren't even naked yet," you observed. You raised your head up to look at him. "That was amazing. But I still want more."

After you uttered those words, his underwear was off in seconds. He moved up the bed so that his dick was level with your eyes and looked down at you. You wrapped a hand around him, dragging the precum from the tip down the shaft. You began stroking up and down, watching his expression with hooded eyes. You licked the tip and watched as his head fell back, eyes closed and mouth open.

You licked a stripe from the base to the tip before taking him into your mouth. He let out a low moan. You took him in further until you had reached the base where you lingered. "Fuck," he hissed. "Your mouth feels good." You smiled around him and he tangled his fingers in your hair. Using the leverage, he guided your mouth up and down his length.

He pulled you off him gently. "I want you to ride me," he commanded. He reclined on the bed, his back supported by the pillows. You swung a leg over his hips and took his face in your hands. While you kissed him, he grabbed his length and slid it against your pussy teasingly.

You pulled back and stared into his eyes as you sunk down onto him. You both moaned in sync as you started to ride him. "You have no clue how many times I've imagined this," he whispered. He gripped your ass. "Watching you ride me." He landed a smack on your left cheek. "I want you to cum again. Use me to cum."

You desperately grinded on him with your arms wrapped around his neck. He brought his hands from your ass to your nipples once again. When he pinched both your nipples you cried out. You leaned into the crook of his shoulder and bit down on his neck, sure to leave a mark. You moaned into his shoulder as you came a second time, feeling overwhelmed. When you came down from the high you kissed him once again.

"Where do you want me to cum?" he asked you, rubbing your back.

"I'm on birth control, sir," you responded. "Wherever you want."

He pushed you off of him and flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees. Once again, he pushed into you. "You take me so well," he praised. "So beautiful." He gripped onto your hips for better leverage.

His thrusts got faster and stronger as he went. He continued sputtering praises while you moaned into the pillows. Every few thrusts, he would land a light slap on your ass.

His thrusts grew sloppy and you could tell he was nearing his edge. "I want you to cum, sir," you encouraged. "I want you to cum inside me." Your comments pushed him over the edge and he spilled inside you. He collapsed on top of you.

When he rode out his orgasm, he pulled out of you and hurried to the bathroom to grab a towel and cloth to clean up with. He gently wiped the two of you clean before falling next to you on the bed. "That was perfect," he uttered. "At least for me. I hope you enjoyed it."

"Sir, I think that was the best sex I have ever had." You put a hand on his cheek. "How did you know I liked your beard?"

"Well, while you were gone the team went out after a case; Garcia may have had a little too much to drink and told me you had a 'beard kink'".

"Oh my God--of course she would tell you." Even though you cursed Garcia, you knew you would have to text her later and thank her for disclosing your little secret.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner/reader #hotch x reader #hotch/reader #aaron hotchner smut #criminal minds reader insert #rsw writes #smut #hotch smut #god DAMN i miss aaron hotchner

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maevesdarling · 3 years

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Take me home tonight - Chapter 2

Wohoo, since I’m finally done with the semester, I found some time to finish the next chapter. It’s pretty emotional, so be prepared. I can’t tell you when the next chapter will come out but I’m planning on having it done by the end of the month so... fingers crossed!

Pairng: Walt Breslin/ Sal Orozco

Warnings: Nightmares, Canon typical violence, mentions of minor character death, blood, character injury, character death (only in a dream tho), PTSD, Beginning of smut (at the end of the chapter)

Walt spend the next two days cleaning the house as best as he could. He fixed the broken door in the guest bedroom, that hadn't been used since he moved into the house, and put new sheets on the old bed, dusting off the furniture and cleaning the windows. He wasn't exactly sure how long Sal wanted to stay and the couch wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep on so the guest bedroom would do.

Then he went and got groceries. Fresh vegetables, some pasta and cheese in case he felt like cooking for Sal and himself.

He knew fixing the entire house in two days was nearly impossible, but when he sat down on the couch on Thursday evening, the dog by his side, Walt was impressed with himself and the work he'd managed to get done in such a short time.

"I know you can get anxious around new people, but I promise this friend of mine we're meeting tomorrow will treat you well, so no barking, you understand me?" Walt asked the dog sternly. Fucking hell, I really should go outside more, I'm talking to a dog. He thought, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

To say he was a nervous wreck was an understatement. His heart was beating so loud, he was sure Sal would be able to hear it all the way from San Francisco or wherever the hell he currently was, and there was a slight tremor in his hands that just wouldn't go away. Even the animals started to notice that something was wrong, the dog wouldn't leave his side and slept at the end of his bed, his one eye constantly following Walt wherever he went, and the chicken flocked together more than usually when he went to feed them. They came up to him, clucking in excitement and when he got up to leave, a few of them always tried coming after him. Only the goats seemed unbothered by his behavior, they sat in their pen, eating grass and occasionally tried to tackle one another.

That night, for the first time in months, Walt had a nightmare.

In his dream, he was back at the airfield.

It's dark and the only source of light is coming from the stars and the distant car headlights behind him. He's panting, his lungs are stinging with every step he takes, the gun in his hand feels light, too light. He's out of bullets.

A shot rings through the air and somewhere behind him, a body falls to the ground, just as Walt reached the safety of the woods. He turns and his heart seems to stop.

The figure lying a few hundred feet from him is Sal.

He's bleeding from his leg. It looks bad, there's already a large pool of blood forming on the grass, he thinks the bullet might hit an artery. There's no way he'd get Sal all the way back to the safehouse with a leg like this and yet, he turns on his heel to get to Sal. Except the bushes around him seem to have come to life, some of the vines have curled around his legs, he tries, he really does, but he can't move.

His finger claw at the vines, the more he rips at them, the stronger they get. His heart is pounding in his ears. A car is approaching, he's gotta hurry!

The gun falls to the ground and gets swallowed up by leaves and roots, yet, Walt is still fighting. He manages to fall and tries to pull himself forward with his arms. He needs to free himself quickly because there's a figure approaching Sal, oh god, he can never make it in time, where the hell was his gun? With one arm, he's searching his pockets for the pack of extra ammunition, with the other, he's frantically pawing at the dirt underneath him to find the gun, only there was none. How could that be?!

He can hear Sal pleading in the distance. This is wrong, his brain tells him. Your brain is just messing with you! Sal made it off the airfield alive, it was Amat who got shot by Calderoni, not him. Only it feels so real!

The sound of a gun makes him flinch, Walt stops in his motion. He feels like he can't breath, like his heart has stopped beating. Sal is lying motionless in the grass, blood, brain and pieces of his skull scattered around him. The figure who shot him comes into view and looks directly at Walt. An identical pair of eyes is staring back at him. He's looking at himself, towering above a lifeless Sal, the gun he used to shoot him still smoking ever so slightly in the light of the car's headlights.

"You did this." He can hear his own voice shout at him. "You killed him. Just like you killed the others because everything you touch dies!"

Walt wakes up with a scream. He yerks off the bed and topples to the floor with a groan. The darkness from his dream has found it's way into the real world. He forgot to pull the blinds shut again and outside the window, clouds have pulled a tight curtain around the full moon that was previously illuminating the sky.

The dog whines and jumps off the bed to check on him, licking his face in a calming motion. "It's alright, bud. Just a bad dream." He mumbles, scratching behind the dogs sand colored ears.

He sits up, noticing that, just like in his dream, he can't move his legs. They're tangled in the bedsheets. He sighs and begins to untangle them before shuffling into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water.

His throat stings even after he finishes the cup and he contemplates drinking straight from the tab to satisfy his bodies needs, but then he decides against it and refills his empty cup instead. He's leaning against the kitchen counter dressed only in his boxers and a loose fitting t-shirt, his bare feet are stinging from the cold tiles.

He finishes his second cup and makes his way into the bedroom once more. The dog is lying on his previous spot, watching him. The brunette gives him a little pat on the head before slipping under the covers.

Still, sleep won't come to him. Walt is lying in bed, tossing and turning around, yet every time he closes his eyes, the memory of a lifeless Sal lying in a pool of his own blood comes back to him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he thinks he can see Danilo standing in the corner of his room, half hidden behind his wardrobe, one half of his face is covered in blood, there's a pitch black hole where his eye used to be. The ghostly silhouette doesn't move, he's just watching him with a pitiful look that is deeply unsettling to Walt. He pinches his eyes closed and tries his best to ignore the horrors his mind has come up with. Thinking instead of all the work he's got to do come morning. In his head he goes over each task. Feed the dog, let the chicken out of their coop, refill their water… After what feels like forever, he falls into a light slumber.

By the time the sun is rising above the old apple trees in his backyard, Walt is long up and sitting in the chicken pen outside, nursing a bottle of beer in his hand. He shouldn't be drinking this early in the morning, yet he can't stop himself either. It's the only way the tremor in his hands will stop.

He's holding one of the hens in his arms, stroking her soft brown feathers while she is making happy noises and turning her head from side to side. He's still shaken up from the night but the fresh air helps him clear his mind. Outside the chicken pen, the dog barks and reminds him that it's time for breakfast. He's not feeling very hungry but gets up to make himself a cup of coffee nevertheless.

Morning comes and goes and he's not really doing anything. There's hardly any noise from outside, almost like the entire farm is holding their breath in anticipation.

He briefly falls asleep on the couch, which isn't a good thing given that his back was just feeling better but he can't blame himself after the night he had.

4pm rolls around and still no Sal. He hasn't eaten anything all day and his stomach is growling, reminding him to take care of himself so he pushes himself off the couch and starts working on a sorry looking sandwich that he eats in front of the tv, there's a telenovela he doesn't pay attention to on.

At around 6pm, just when he's slowly drifting off to sleep again, the sound of a car moving up the gravel path towards the house startles him. The dog jumps up from his bed and sprints over to the door, barking at the intruder.

"It's alright, boy, calm down." He says, gently and yet firmly pushing the dog out of the way to open the door.

A black SUV is parking on the gravel in front of the house, the drivers door is open.

"Walt!" Sal's voice comes from the barn. "There you are… Hi…" Emotions threatened to overcome him. There, standing on the gravel was Sal. He didn't look much different than the last time Walt saw him. He wore a tight, black shirt and an old, worn leather jacket Walt vaguely remembered him wearing before, jeans and some boots. His hair was a bit shorter than usual, he must have had it cut recently, but he still wore the same type of moustache, and he still had the same smile on his face. This was Sal. His Sal, in flesh and blood. He was here.

Suddenly, Walt's throat felt incredibly dry. For the first time, realization kicked in. This was real. His best friend, his partner, his lover, was here.

Before he had the time to even consider if he was going to hug Sal or simply stick out his hand in greeting, Sal had already wrapped his arms around him, squeezing him ever so slightly. Walt was physically unable to breathe. His body was frozen in place. Instantly, Sal pulled away, watching him in concern. "Shit, I- I'm sorry-"

"No… Please, don't say that…" Walt whispered. There was something wet on his face and when he touched it, he realized he was crying. "I missed you so fucking much." He sniffled.

"Walt…" Sal breathed, he looked like he was close to crying as well.

"Let's- let's get inside, okay? Can't have the neighbors seeing me like this." He huffed, furiously wiping his eyes.

The dog was waiting for them by the door, with his tail between his legs he was watching Sal approach. " 's alright buddy." Walt tried calming him down. "Let him sniff your hand, he doesn't like strangers but he doesn't bite I promise."

Doing as he was told, Sal held out his hand for the dog, allowing the sand colored animal to take in his scent. He relaxed a bit but was still a bit uneasy. "Sorry, he'll calm down eventually…" Walt remarked, pushing the front door open and ushering both Sal and the dog inside.

"You want something? A coffee maybe or a beer?"

"Thanks, I'm good." Sal said, taking in the living room. Walt followed his eyes as they landed on the dresser. There was an old snow globe he had found in the attic, a dying plant, a picture frame with a picture of Walt, his brother and their family, on of him fishing on one of the many lakes surrounding the property. The dog was sitting in the boat besides him, they were both facing the camera and even the dog looked like he was smiling. Another, smaller picture showed Sal, sitting inside Walt's old truck. He was wearing sunglasses and leaning against the window, smiling softly into the camera. The warm midday sun illuminated his face and gave the picture a warm look. Walt had taken the picture on one of their many stakeouts and kept it with him through all the years. The picture had deep lines from being bend over the years and one corner was slightly chipped.

The brunette could see Sal's thoughts racing. His eyes wandered from the picture frames to the old couch, and from there back to the dog that was by now standing behind Walt, hiding from the intruder.

"You… This is a really nice house, Walt."

The brunette nodded. Damn, this was awkward, Walt hated the distance between them. The fact that he felt like a stranger was talking to him. This was Sal for fucks sake, the man who knew him best on the entire fucking planet. Who'd seen him at his lowest, and at his highest, his best friend, who went fishing with him, who spend hours teaching Walt how to cook, even if it was just a simple omelette, who made sure that he was taking care of himself. This was the man who shared his bed with him more times than Walt could count. Who held him during the night, whispering sweet nothing into his ear. No amount of time could erase those memories, this was not a stranger, Sal was his home.

"Please-" He started, not really knowing where he was going. Silence fell once more between them. "Where have you been, Sal?"

Sal's shoulders sacked in defeat. It seemed like there was a weight on his chest, pressing him down. He sighed, sitting down heavily on the couch and burying his head in his hands. "It's a long fucking story, Walt."

The older man pulled out a chair from the kitchen and sat down, facing Sal. "We've got some time." He said, instantly feeling guilty for the way his words had come out. He sounded like he was interrogating Sal. "Sorry, I- just tell me what happened… Please?"

Sal nodded, visibly searching for the right words to start. "… Okay… So you remember I was going to San Francisco? I took a job offer and- shit- okay I wasn't honest with you… I told you it was a simple desk job, it wasn't. I was an undercover agent for almost three years."

Walt inhaled sharply, resting the urge to jump from his seat. "W- You didn't tell me?! Sal!"

"Please! I wanted to tell you! I wrote a letter that I planned on sending, but I almost got found out sending it off so I decided not to contact you any more. Walt! Everything I did was trying to protect you! If they'd found out I was an undercover cop, shit I don't care whatever they'd have done to me but they would have hurt you as well and I- I didn't want that to happen. It was so fucking hard, staying away from you, all that time, I- I didn't even knew if you where still alive, if you wanted to ever see me again or if you found someone else-"

Now, Walt did jump up from his chair, fast enough to make the dog whine in discomfort. "You thought I'd replace you with someone else?! Why? Why would I do that? I thought I made it clear that there is no one else for me, I tried, Sal, it didn't work. There's no one I'd want to spend the rest of my life with… Except you…" His voice faltered at the last words as he sunk down on his chair again, the tears from earlier had returned and where running freely down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry." Sal sobbed, his voice sounding like a child that had been scolded. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you…"

"What if something had happened to you? You talk about protecting me, but who protected you? What if you'd died? I would have never found out, I would have spend the rest of my life looking for you…"

Wrapping his arms around himself, Sal cast his gaze towards the ground, unable to look at Walt any longer. This was unlike anything Walt had ever seen his partner. Sal was usually the emotionally stable one, the strong one, the optimist, who picked up the pieces when Walt shattered internally, who held him and told him that everything was good to be okay.

"No more of this." Walt said in a determined voice, crossing the distance between himself and the younger man. "We can discuss this again tomorrow, if you like. But no more of this, please. I can't stand to watch you fall apart."

Wiping a tear from his eyes, Sal gave him a loop sided smile. "I've been falling apart ever since I left you."

"Well," Walt said a bit dumbly. "You're here now. And I ain't letting you leave any time soon." That earned him a tiny laugh.

This close, Walt caught his partners familiar scent. He was still using the same fragrance as he had four years ago. "Shhh…" The brunette tried, sitting between Sal's legs and stroking along his arms. He had always loved Sal's forearms. They where muscular and and soft and fitted perfectly around the brunette's waist when they were lying in bed.

The touch seemed to calm Sal down, he stopped crying, dark eyes meeting Walt's.

"Kiss me." Sal breathed into his ear, asking, no begging, for Walt to touch him, to show him how much he still meant to him.

And Walt did.

He poured in all the love he still had for Sal, all the pent up feelings he had tried to keep at bay for the last four years.

His hands found Sal's face, cupping his cheeks and mapping the familiar territory. Every hair, mole on his face, every line, it was all still there, still so familiar. They both moaned into the kiss, melting against each other.

Only when the need for air was stronger than the need to continue kissing, did they pull apart, panting. A trail of saliva still connecting their mouths.

"I love you, Walt. I love you so fucking much it hurts, I-"

"I love you too, Sal, I love you, I promise."

"Show me. Please."

#narcos mexico #walt breslin #sal orozco #walt/sal

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atlafan · 4 years

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Take it Slow - Part Seventy-Six

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff, and smutish

It was nearly the end of June, it was sweltering, and you had your period. You were thankful your apartment had central air. Harry often found you standing above the vent, with your head pressed against the wall.

“Babe…what…why do you keep doin’ that?”

“I’m sweating.”

“We can just turn the A/C up.”

“No, it’s not enough. My hormones…they’re making me sweat more, and I feel disgusting. So fucking disgusting. And I hate working when it’s this humid out.” You turn to look at him. “I feel like a sausage casing every time I put a dress on, and I can’t really wear my sundresses because they’re not appropriate, and we’re not even allowed to wear Bermuda shorts. What’s inappropriate about a Bermuda short? They’re the least attractive shorts out there!”

“You know what you need? A chocolate milkshake. I’ll just run to McDo-“

“A milkshake? A milkshake?! I just told you I felt like a sausage casing in my clothes and you want to get me a milkshake?”

“A…smoothie then? I could make you a smoothie?”

“I don’t want anything to eat! It’s swimsuit season, any extra calories are bad calories Harry!”

“Just tell me how to help you!”

“Go take Buster for a walk!”

Harry grabs the leash and whistles for Buster. He texts Niall to meet him downstairs. It was 8:30 at night. Niall comes rushing out.

“Thank god you texted me. Sarah’s goin’ bananas.”

“So is Y/N.”

“She got her period too?”

“Yeah! I offered to go get her a milkshake and she yelled at me. She’s really hot, I thought it would cool her down.”

“Never offer a woman food on her period, you have to wait until she asks you to go get her somethin’. I thought I made a kind gesture to Sarah once, and she freaked out and called herself fat. Sarah, for Christ’s sake, called herself fat!”

“I can’t listen to Y/N when she talks shit about herself. It breaks my heart.”

“Mine too. I feel so bad when Sarah does it. She’s perfect to me.”

“Same with Y/N!” He sighs, and Buster yips at him. “Mummy’s scary sometimes, huh Buster?” He looks at Niall. “I’m afraid of what I’m goin’ to walk into. She’s not like this all the time, I just think the heat is gettin’ to her.”

“Same with Sarah. We’ll survive this like we do every month.”

Harry gets back upstairs, and finds you sitting on the couch with a pint of ice cream. He wants to say something, but he knows he’d be dead if he did. He sits down next to you and he smiles. He sees tears streaming down your cheeks.

“What, uh, what are yeh watching?”

“Um, I made the mistake of rewatching Glee, and…it’s the first episode, and oh god they’re singing don’t stop believing! Corey Monteith had the voice of angel!” Your voice cracks as you sob.

“Do want me to put somethin’ else on?!”

“No leave it! I love this show so much!”

“I think…I’m gonna go read.”

“No! Please stay, I want you near me.”

“Okay.” He moves closer to you.

“I said near me, not on top of me.”

“Okay.” He sits there and faces the TV.

He really didn’t want to watch Glee, but he had no idea what else to do. You had never been so worked up on your period before. Buster sits between his legs, and he mindlessly pats at his head. You finish the pint of ice cream, there wasn’t much in there anyways. You stand up to go throw it out, but you feel a sharp pain.

“Ow! Oh god.” Harry looks at you as you start to crouch and then lay on the ground. You start crying again. He stands up and stands over you. “I took some ibuprofen with the ice cream, why is this happening, Harry?”

“I don’t know, love.” He sighs and sits on the floor next to you. “Where does it hurt the most?” He asks softly.

“Like right in my lower stomach, feels like I’m being stabbed.”

Harry’s heart breaks for you. If he could take all your pain away and endure himself he would.

“Okay.”

He scoops you up and carries you to the bedroom. He lays you down and leaves.

“Harry?”

“One second!”

He returns shortly with a hot water bottle wrapped in a rag. He gets on the bed and presses it lightly on your lower stomach. You wince and then you relax.

“My sister used to do this when he cramps got really bad.” He strokes your face. “Is it helping?”

“A little, yeah. Thank you.” Your eyes get watery again. “I was so mean earlier, I’m sorry.”

“Please, Y/N, I can’t watch you cry anymore. It’s okay, I know you can’t help it sometimes.”

“I don’t deserve you.” You sob.

“Please, honey, please, just take a deep breath.” He gives you a reassuring smile. He presses the bottle a little harder and you close your eyes.

You eventually fall asleep and Harry sighs. It was like having to calm a child down. You were never like this, ever. He wondered if it was the heat, or if you were just having a particularly heavy flow.

Harry was in absolute shock at your bright attitude the next morning. You got up, showered, took Buster out, and made breakfast. It was like you hadn’t gone psycho at all last night.

“I’m so excited to have a long weekend soon. We’re still going to Hull right, you’re okay with it?”

“Uh, yeah…how are you feelin’ this mornin’?”

“Great! Why?”

“You, um, well…”

“Did I scare you last night?” You chuckle.

“A little bit, yeah.”

“I’m sorry.” You sigh. “I don’t really know what came over me. Just a rough night. Good news it, it’ll be gone in time for the party so we can go swimming.” You smile. Your phone goes off. “Oh shit, Niall’s downstairs, I gotta get to work. Taking Buster with you today?”

“Yup.” He kisses you. “Have a good day.”

“You too, my doll.”

You head down to the car, and Niall looks frightened honestly.

“Good morning?”

“Mornin’.” He starts to drive.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just didn’t sleep much last night. Apparently, I don’t fold my socks correctly, which resulted in Sarah reorganizing my entire dresser and closet.” You burst out laughing. “It’s not funny, it’s like a demon possessed her.”

“She and I are the same person sometimes I swear. I wasn’t too kind myself last night.”

“Heard you were cryin’ like a baby.”

“How nice of the two of you to compare notes about your girlfriend’s periods.”

“If you compare notes about sex with us, then it’s only fair we compare notes on that.”

“You got me there.”

“Then this mornin’ she got up before me and made me breakfast. It was very confusing.”

“It’s because you’re not actually the problem, you’re just in the line of fire. I feel like every year, every month I just angrier. Like I have to deal with this easily for another thirty or so years, and then what? I get all dried up and get reminded I no longer can produce life, great.” You scoff. “It’s a shit deal.”

“I remember when my mum started havin’ hot flashes and shit, no Bueno.”

“Exactly. My mom didn’t have hot flashes, she just had a mid-life crisis and left my dad.”

“Jesus, Y/N.” He laughs.

“Sorry, too dark?” You laugh.

Your stomach felt better, but the same could not be said your breasts. They were super sore and felt like hard rocks. You ripped your shirt off the second you got home, including your bra. You let out a large sigh. You threw on some athletic shorts, and filled a bag full of ice, not even bothering to wrap it in a towel, and pressed it to your chest.

“Mother of god.” You say to yourself. “What is wrong with me this month?”

You drag yourself over to the sofa and turn the TV on. You put Glee on, hoping you don’t cry again, but fuck it if you did. You had leftovers from last night’s dinner in the fridge. You didn’t have the energy to make something new, Harry could just eat that if he wanted.

He comes home with Buster around 6PM. He runs right over to you and you pat his head. Harry stops short when he sees the water from the ice dripping down your chest.

“Hi.” He says, cheeks growing red.

“Hey.”

“What’s all this?” He gestures to the bag of ice.

“My boobs really hurt, so I’ve been icing them.”

“Is it helpin’?”

“It’s numbing, so a little.”

Harry sighs and thinks for a second.

“How do they hurt?”

“They’re just really tender, and they feel heavy.”

“Alright, how about I give you a little massage?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “A genuine massage, nothing more.”

“Okay, well, that actually sounds nice.” You smile.

“Come on, it’ll be easier if you lay on the bed.” He extends his hand out to you and you take it.

He stops in the kitchen quick to throw the bag of ice in the freezer. He strips down to his boxers to cool his own body off, getting used to the A/C.

“It was so hot out today.”

“I know, baby.” He looks at you for a second. “Lay with your head towards the end of the bed, then I can stand over you.” You do as he says.

He grabs your lotion from your night table and rubs it in his hands. He starts with the back of your neck and your eyes flutter closed. He kneads his thumbs into your shoulders and works his way down your chest. You wince slightly, but you relax at his gentle touch. Your nipples were already pebbled. Harry could feel how hard your breasts were and he felt awful. He grounds his knuckles in and then slides his palms over you. You let out a sigh.

“So nice.” You whisper.

“Feels good, babe?”

“Mhm, thank you.”

Harry continues to massage you. He moves his hands back under your neck and you arch up a little so he can get at it better. He remembered you raving about this part of the massage when you went away at that weekend. He smooths his hands back down to your breasts and you groan.

“Is it feeling better?”

“Much, yeah. You’re the best.”

He smiles and continues to work on you. He spends a full thirty minutes massaging you before your hands get tired. You sit up and start to tear up.

“What, what’s happening? Why-“

“It’s just.” You sniffle. “You came home from work and didn’t even get to eat or relax, you just jumped to take care of me, and for what? What do I even do for you?”

Harry’s mouth falls open. How could you not know what you do for him? You do everything for him? You do his laundry, fold it, and put it away. You iron all of his clothes and make sure they’re hung up. You make him breakfast every single morning, and make sure his lunch is fully packed before you leave for work. You take care of him in so many ways, how could you even ask that?

“Y/N.” Harry sighs. “You do a million things for me every day, I can’t even begin to list everything.”

“But you were probably busy all day.” You hiccup. “And you were probably tired, and there I am being a big baby, and-“

He grabs you by the back of your neck and cups your cheek with his other hand, crashing his mouth to yours. You needed to calm down, and he didn’t know what else to do at this point. You sink into his touch and kiss. Your eyes flutter closed when you feel his tongue enter your mouth. He could feel your tears against his own cheeks, and could taste the salt from them. He lets go of you slowly, and uses his thumbs to wipe your face clean. You press your forehead to his.

“I really need you to calm down.” He says lowly. “Can you do that?” He says looking at you, and you nod your head yes. “Okay, did you eat yet?” He lets go of you.

“No.”

“I’ll go heat up the leftovers. Go get comfy on the sofa. Buster’s been missin’ his mummy all day, I’m sure he’d love to sit with you.”

“Okay.” You go over to your dresser and grab a t-shirt to throw on. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He gives your bum a smack and you squeal as you both leave the bedroom.

Harry washes his hands and makes up dinner. He comes out with a bowl for you and you happily take it.

“So, what did I miss on Glee?” He asks and your smile brightens. You pause the TV.

“Okay, so Sue, Jane Lynch, doesn’t like that Will’s club is taking from her funding, and Rachel has a crush on Finn, and he likes her too, but he’s dating this cheerleader…”

Harry let you go on with the synopsis so he’d be caught up. He could have cared less, but it made him happy to see you get so excited to talk about a show you loved so much. And there were a few songs he actually didn’t mind. And sometimes you’d sing along to certain songs, which he loved so much.

The next morning you get up and cheer happily, waking Harry up. You burst out of the bathroom.

“That bitch is gone! Fuck you Aunt Flow!” You cackle, and Harry gives you a thumbs up. “Get your ass up and come shower with me, I’m feeling frisky.”

He didn’t have to be told twice, he got his ass up and joined you in the shower.

Harry closed the studio for the fourth of July. It was a Friday anyways, and no one had booked anything. He didn’t get to see what bathing suit you put on before you put your blue coverup dress on. He could tell it was white from the knot peeking out, but that was about it. You put a hat on and pulled your ponytail through it. You and Harry packed a cooler and a bag of things you’d need. Buster would be spending the day with his Uncle Isaac at his apartment.

You meet Sarah and Niall down on the street. Sarah had a red coverup dress on with a blue bathing-suit on underneath. One could assume Rachel probably had a white coverup dress on with a red bathing suit. Harry had his yellow trunks and a white T on. Niall had on a pair of green trunks and a white T. Everyone looked summery and ready for a day at the beach. You and Sarah decide to sit the back together as Harry drove off towards Hull.

“Check out this air bnb at the Cape.” Sarah shows you on her phone. “Not terribly expensive, and it would fit all of us.”

“Yeah! I saw that one too. I think we should book it. Rachel said she could get the time off that weekend, and I already have it off.”

“Friday to Monday right?”

“Yup.”

“Alright, I’m booking it.”

“Oi! I’m supposed to do that.” Harry says.

“Snooze you lose.”

“But now they’ll have your credit card, and-“

“Harry, I promise, you can just Venmo me later.”

“Oo yeah put him in his place, Sarah.” Niall says winking at her and she makes a kissy face towards him.

You arrive at Seth’s parent’s house just when Rachel and Mariah do. Mariah had a one piece bathing suit on with a cute pair of jean shorts on over.

“Yay! Now we can all take a picture!” Sarah squeals. “See, we’re red, white, and blue.” She hands her phone to Niall and three of you line up.

You smile brightly and then giggle, getting a good and a silly picture out of it.

“Where should be put all our stuff?” Niall asks. “Should we just leave all our spare clothes in the car?”

“Yeah, for now.” Sarah says. “I’ll just bring this bag with our towels in it.”

You all walk up to the house, and around the back. The three of you had been here before, you knew where to go. The house was huge, and had its own private beach. There were a ton of hard games set up and a volley ball net. There were plenty of people there already, and a ton of food out. Seth had set up a bar on the deck for drinks.

You look over and see the tall boy with light brown hair and hazel eyes. He was shirtless and you notice a new tattoo from the last time you went swimming with him.

“That’s Seth.” You point him out to Harry and he nods.

“Look, there’s a bunch of lawn chairs, we can go put all our shit down and claim a spot.” Mariah says. “I’m already ready to get in the water.”

You all walk over to the open chairs and put your things down. Seth notices you, Sarah, and Rachel and jogs over to you.

“You all made it!”

Seth was handsome, there was no denying it. In a way…he was your first Harry-esque kind of guy. He has a deep voice, paints his nails black, has tattoos, and he has small hoop in his bottom lip. But he as sweet as all hell. And one of the funniest people you had ever met. Before you can stop him he’s hugging you three.

“I’m so glad you’re here. I can see you’re setting up shop, that’s great. Bar’s up on the deck, help yourself to whatever and however much you want. Plenty of food too. The water’s actually warm too, it’s great. Got some extra sunscreen too.”

“Thanks Seth.” Rachel says. “This is my girlfriend, Mariah.” They shake hands.

“Great to meet you.” He looks over at you and then to Harry who was just taking his shirt off.

“This is Harry.”

“Hey man, heard a lot about you.” They shake hands.

“Same here.”

“And this is Niall.” Sarah says.

“Welcome. Well, uh, I better keep playing host. Really glad you all are here. Max and Ben are here too, they’ll love to see you.”

Oh god. You swallow hard and give Sarah and Rachel a look as he walks away. You take your hair out of your hat and shake it out. You decide to just put it half up.

“You all want drinks before we head into the water?” Niall asks, taking his shirt off.

“Sure! Why don’t you all go up and grab some of whatever, we’ll go test the water.” Sarah says.

Harry, Mariah, and Niall all head up to the deck.

“Oh my fucking god.” Sarah says. “I haven’t seen Ben since we broke up! What am I gonna do?”

“What are you going to do? Max is here too!”

“Times like this, I’ve never been so happy to be a lesbian.”

“You’re not helping.” Sarah glares at her.

“Relax, it’ll be fine, we’re all adults now, right?”

The three of you rid yourselves of your cover ups. You all help each other put some lotion on your backs and shoulders. The sun was strong today.

Harry, Mariah, and Niall were busy making drinks when Mariah gasps.

“Oh, I could kill her.” She says.

“What?” Harry asks.

“Look at them!”

The three of you had the same bikinis on. You all looked cute, but Harry was hoping you’d wear something a little more modest for a party. Plus, you were wearing a white bathing suit, which just made your skin look even better.

Harry and Niall’s jaws fall open as they watch the three of you walk into the water.

“It’s going to be a long day, isn’t it?” Niall asks.

“Yup.” Harry says. “Good thing there’s plenty of free liquor.”

“Bro, is that Sarah?” Niall whips his head around to see a couple of guys talking.

“Looks like it.”

“She looks good. I didn’t think she was still friends with Seth.”

“Yeah, and that looks like Y/N, damn…”

Harry’s jaw tenses immediately. He did not like college friends, nope, not one bit. He sighs heavily, and the three of them come down with the drinks. The three of you turn around and smile at them.

Mariah takes her shorts off and goes into the water. Harry walks right in and grabs you, lifting you up, making you squeal.

“Harry! Please, I don’t want to get my hair wet!”

“Should’ve thought about that before comin’ to the beach.”

“Please! Please don’t drop me!” You cling to him and wrap your legs around him as he wades deeper in the water.

“Don’t worry, I gotcha.” You move around him so he’s giving you a piggyback ride. “That’s a nice bathing suit.”

“Okay, so I know it’s a little revealing, but we all wanted to wear red, white, and blue. Are you mad?”

“Nope…just know a lot of people are gonna be lookin’ at you.”

“Don’t worry, anytime I’m not in the water I plan to have my coverup on.”

“Okay.” He loosens his grip on you.

“Harry, I mean it don’t drop ah!”

He drops you in the water and starts laughing hysterically when you come back up.

“Not funny!” You pull the scrunchie out of your hair and flip it over.

“Come on, now you’ll have those beach waves you’re always after. You’re looks so nice when you leave it naturally.”

“Fuck you.” You flip him off and walk back towards your friends.You stop when you see a soaked Sarah.

“Niall just did the same thing to me.”

You feel a hand clasp on your shoulder.

“Are you really mad?”

“No.” You sigh. “What did you bring us to drink, I’m thirsty.”

“Vodka tonics.”

“Perfect.”

You all get out of the water and sit down on the chairs. You put your sunglasses on and sip on your drink. Once you’re dry enough you put your coverup back on.

“Hey Y/N!” Seth says.

“Yeah?”

“Will you come be on my volleyball team? We need another person.”

“You know, I haven’t played since college…”

“So, it’s just for fun.”

You look at Harry. He nods towards the net and you stand up.

“You all can come play too, you can play winner.”

He puts his hand on the small of your back as he leads you over.

“She played volleyball?” Harry asks Rachel and Sarah.

“She was on an intramural team, that’s how they met.” Rachel says. “We used to go to her games.”

Harry turns around and watches you laugh and say hi to the other people.

“Alright, so let’s go watch.”

Everyone gets up to stand near the net and watch you play.

“You serve first.” Seth tosses the ball to you.

You wind up and jump to hit the ball, and the people on the other side miss.

“Yes!” Seth turns to you and gives you a high five. You turn to your friends and they all give you a thumbs up.

You serve the ball again and someone calls base so you run to your actual spot and watch the ball. You bump the ball so someone can set, and Seth spikes it.

Harry had never seen you so…athletic. You worked out, but the two of you never worked out together. You never even went for runs together, and you certainly never went to the boxing gym with him. He was impressed.

“Hey Sarah.” Ben comes up to her and she immediately loops her arm around Niall’s.

“Oh, Ben, hi.” She gives him a fake smile.

“Didn’t know you and Seth were still friends.”

“Sure, yeah, we talk from time to time.” Niall looks at the man talking to Sarah. “This is my boyfriend, Niall.”

“Hey mate.”

“Boyfriend? Wow, good for you. Hey man.”

“Yeah, we’ve been together for like nine months.”

Niall notices how uneasy Sarah is and hooks his arm around her waist.

“How do you two know each other?”

“Friends from school.”

“Right, because dating for a year is totally just what friends do.” He smirks. Harry looks over to make sure everything’s okay.

“You know what? You’re right, I’m sorry. Niall, this is my verbally abusive ex-boyfriend, Ben. Ben, this is my incredibly wonderful amazing love of my life Niall.”

“Sup.” Niall says smiling.

Harry focuses his attention back on you. Your team was about to win. Seth sets the ball for you and you jump to tap it over the net, securing the win. Your team cheers and Seth nearly lifts you to hug you but you shake your head no and push him back. You awkwardly shake his hand, and walk away from him. You jog over to hug Harry who happily takes you in his arms.

“You were incredible.” He says.

“Thanks. Think I’m done though.” You look at the situation with Ben and Sarah and you storm towards him. “Ben Richmand, walk the fuck away.” You say crossing your arms.

“Chill, Y/N, we’re having a pleasant conversation.”

“No, you’re trying to cause trouble, look at her, she’s shaking.” You get in his face further. “I’ve beat your ass before, and I’ll gladly do it again.”

Sarah and Rachel burst out laughing.

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“No?” You step towards him and he steps back. “We all came to have a good time, so please, do everyone a favor and just leave us alone.”

“Dude, are we playing Polish horseshoes or not? Y/N…hi.” Max rubs the back of his neck.

“Hi.”

“Please, if you’re gonna beat up Ben again, make sure you tell one of us so we can get it on video.”

“Can do. I’m hoping it won’t come to that. Think you can keep him away from Sarah? She’s clearly here with someone.” You point to Niall.

“What about you, you here with someone?” She smiles smugly and you blush.

“Um…yeah…Harry?” You turn to him and wave him over. Max smirks and shakes his head. “This is my boyfriend, he own a dog together, it’s pretty serious.” He starts laughing.

“How’s it going man?” Max shakes Harry’s hand. “Wish I knew all it took was a few tattoos.” He smirks. “Come on Ben, let’s head over to the game.”

“I…have so many questions.” Mariah says. “You beat that dude up?”

“Let’s go back down to our chairs, too many people around here.”

You all make your way back down and you all sit together.

“Okay, so there was the four of us. Me, Kate, Rachel, and Sarah. Then we had the boys. Kev, Seth, Max, and Ben. Kate and Kev got together, and later Sarah and Ben got together. But what none of us realized was that Ben is a sick fuck, and poor Sarah was too scared to say anything. One night Rach and I got back from a party and we heard Ben violently yelling at Sarah, which in turn set me off because my father used to violently yell at me. So-“

“Y/N tore Ben away from me and broke his nose.” Sarah says. “It was awesome.”

“I thought I broke my hand when I did it. It was like right before we all graduated. Rachel called campus police and got him out of there.”

“You’re a little badass.” Mariah says.

“You broke his nose?” Harry asks. “You must have really socked him.”

“She did! Cried like a baby.” Sarah says.

“You never told me, Sarah.” Niall says concerned.

“It wasn’t something I wanted to talk about.” She shrugs.

“Man, you girls have so much bullshit to deal with.” Niall shakes his head. “I’m glad you all have each other to lean on.”

“So what’s the deal with Max then, is he your ex-boyfriend?” Mariah asks you.

“God, he wishes. He had a thing for me, but I didn’t like him like that, and I made it very clear.”

“Oh please, Y/N.” Rachel scoffs. “That boy did everything you asked, all you had to do was smile at him.”

“I did nothing on purpose, nor did I lead him on. I told him I wasn’t into him like that, and that I just wanted to be friends.”

“Wait, do you remember when he walked in on you and Seth.” Sarah starts giggling. “Think that made it really clear you just weren’t that into him.”

“And could you have been more obvious before? Uh, hi this is Harry, we have a dog together.” Rachel laughs. “You’re a bitch.”

You mouth falls open. At first the boys and Mariah aren’t sure what do to, but you start laughing and whip the lime from your drink at her.

“As if you didn’t fake being straight to get Max to tutor you in math.” You say.

“Look, it’s not my fault that he’s the type of guy to only be friends with girls because he think he might have a chance. And thanks to him, I was able to graduate.”

“So this guy had a crush on you, and he accidentally walked in on you and that other guy?” Harry asks.

“God.” You groan. “It was so embarrassing. I had accidentally spent the night at their place…and…”

“How do you accidentally spend the night at someone’s place?” Niall laughs.

“Oh, this was Y/N’s thing, it was so smooth, honestly.” Sarah says. “The master of getting what she wants.”

“Okay, can we get a drink refill please?” You say.

“Yes! Let’s get fucked up.” Mariah says. “I love drinking with you guys.”

You all get new drinks and go back to where you were to tell stories.

“Okay, please explain, what exactly were you the master of?” Mariah asks.

“Nothing!” You giggle.

“Shut up, you did this all the time. If there was a guy you wanted to hook up with, you did one of two things. You either asked them to walk you home, if you knew you’d have the room to yourself, or you’d get them to play video games with you until you were the last two people in the room.”

“Video games?” Harry smirks.

“Oh sure, I’m pretty good at NHL, and Mario Kart.”

“You’re a savage as Smash Brothers too.” Rachel says.

“Thank you.”

“That’s how she finally scored Seth. I was dating Ben, so I didn’t really care that she wanted to hook up with him. We were at a kickback at his place, and she got him to play NHL. Everyone else had left after a certain point.”

“And we were both too tired to walk me home.” You say. “So he let me crash in his room with him, but no one knew. And we when we both woke up in the morning we started fooling around, and poor Max walked in because Seth had Max’s phone charger.”

“I think he knew you were in there and he wanted to get hurt.” Rachel says, sipping on her drink.

“I don’t understand why you had to work so hard to fuck some guy.” Harry says. “Look at you, how did he not just say hey let’s go?”

“He didn’t know if it would be weird for Sarah. Seth’s a really nice guy.”

“I think Harry, Louis, and I all had sex with like ten of the same women when we were in school.”

“Probably more.” Harry says.

“I secretly wish we all could’ve gone to the same school. You two totally would’ve hooked up back then.” Rachel says to you and Harry. “I just wonder who would’ve made the first move.”

“I’m sure I would’ve had to work to get his attention with so many girls probably trying to hook up with him.” You nudge Harry and he shakes his head. “I would’ve stayed across the room and made eye contact occasionally. And then at the end of the night, I would’ve walked up to you.” You turn to face him and he looks at you. “And said, I know this is your party, and you probably don’t want to leave all this, but I can’t find my friends, and I don’t feel safe enough to walk home alone.” You bite your bottom lip. “Could I ask you to walk me?” Harry starts grinning, his dimple popping out.

“As much of a prick as I was, I don’t think I could’ve said no to that.” The group starts laughing. “That’s a pretty good move.”

“It worked just about every time I wanted it to.” Harry pulls you into him and kisses the top of your head.

“Well, it would’ve been my honor to walk you home.”

You were so happy he was being chill about everything. Sometimes your friends had zero filter with bringing up stories. You all decide to grab some food and mingle with some other people. You all swim for bit, and eventually decide to change once the sun starts to go down. You had a pair of capri, cuffed jeans on with one of Harry’s sweatshirts. You hair was really curly, but you used your sunglasses like a headband and it actually looked cute.

Someone gets a bonfire started and you all sit around it. Seth comes around with blankets for everyone.

“When we watch the fireworks later, we’ll go down closer to the water. Sand might be wet.” He says to you with a smile.

“Thanks Seth.”

“Having fun, Harry?” He asks, genuinely.

“Yeah, your parents have a great house.”

“Thanks, it’s just a summer home. It was actually my grandparent’s. We rent it out a lot to make some money back on it. It’s super expensive to take care of.”

“I bet, lot of square feet to take care of.”

“Hope you’re taking good care of this one. She’s special.”

He gets up and walks around to other people to keep giving out blankets. Harry throws his arm around you and you lean into him.

“So you two never actually dated?” You look up at him.

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“We were just better as friends. It was our senior year, neither of us wanted to get into something when we didn’t know where our lives were going.”

“If it had been better timing do you think-“

“Harry, why all the questions?”

“I don’t know…would you like me better if I had my lip pierced?” You burst out laughing. “You clearly have a type.” You laugh harder. “No really, I see it. Tall, tattoos, I really am just missing the lip piercing.”

“His tongue’s pierced too.” You both laugh.

“There it is.”

“What?”

“That’s why you and Sarah wanted to keep hookin’ up with him.”

“Because he had his tongue pierced?”

“A straight guy only get his tongue pierced to do one thing with it.”

Sarah overhears the conversation, and takes the opportunity while Niall is getting more drinks to chime in. She leans into Harry.

“He also has a huge, thick cock, so there’s that too.” He pats him on the shoulder.

“Sarah!” You swat at her and she laughs.

“I don’t feel bad saying it because Harry has nothing to feel self conscious about, do you Harry?”

“I don’t know Sarah, you tell me.”

“Oh, are we talking about Harry’s dick?” Mariah says as her and Rachel sit down. They had gone off to change. “Cause it’s huge.”

“Oh my god.” He groans. “How the fuck would you know that?”

“You used to wear the tightest fucking pants when you started, dude. Your bulge was just always there.”

“It’s true mate, you used to wear some tight jeans.” Niall says, pulling Sarah into his lap.

“You all are just jealous that I know a thing or two about fashion and you don’t.”

“Yeah, that’s what it is.” Mariah says.

“Anyone hungry?” Seth asks. “Did we have enough to eat?”

“Seth, relax.” You say. “Everyone knows where the food is. Chill, enjoy your party.”

He laughs and nods. He nudges your shoulder and walks away. Things for s’mores get passed around as everyone hangs out around the bonfire. You had some melted chocolate on the corner of your mouth.

“Babe, you got some..” Harry taps his mouth.

“Oh, do you have a napkin?”

“No, but I’ll do you one better.”

He pulls your towards him and sucks the chocolate off your mouth. You giggle while he does it, realizing you’ve barely been able to kiss all day.

“Alright you two.” Sarah says. “Don’t be gross.”

“I was just helpin’ her get some chocolate off her face like a good boyfriend.”

“Mhm, you’re so considerate.”

Eventually you all head down closer to the sand and find separate spots. It was dark enough where you could all cuddle openly. Sarah sat against Niall’s chest with his arms wrapped around her. Mariah and Rachel were laying on their backs holding hands. And you were laying on top of Harry. You both were giggling and talking. You start kissing and he rolls you both over onto your sides.

“Fireworks start in two minutes!” Someone yells.

You both sit up and he has you move between his legs like the way Sarah and Niall were sitting. He rests his chin on one of your shoulders and keeps his arms around you to keep you warm. You take your phone out so you can take a selfie.

“Oh look, Isaac texted us a picture of Buster…he’s home now in his little bed.”

“We’ll be home to him soon, babe.”

“I know.”

You pull up your camera and take the selfie of the two of you. Harry sticks his tongue out and you make a funny face too. A firework goes off and you both look up. A few more start to go off and you both lay back so you can see better without having to crane your necks.

“These are amazing.” Harry says.

“Yeah!”

Harry looks over at you and smiles at the way you look at the fireworks and the way the light your face up. The grand finale starts and everyone cheers when they’re done. Harry helps your up and you grab the blanket. You all head up back towards the house and you throw the blankets on the stairs that lead up to the deck. Seth was drinking beers with his friends.

“We’re headed out.” Rachel says to him. He frowns and stands up.

“So soon?”

“We’ve got like an hour drive back to the city.” Sarah says.

“Oh right…”

He hugs Rachel, and then Sarah. He looks at you.

“Are we shaking hands again, or can we hug?”

“We can hug.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and his go around your back. He squeezes you close to him and lets you go.

“It was great to meet the three of you. These are probably my three favorite girls, and it seems like they’re all in good hands.”

“Thanks for a great party, mate.” Harry shakes his hand, and so does Niall. Mariah waves goodbye.

You hug Rachel and Mariah goodbye as they get into Mariah’s car. You and Sarah sit in the back seat again. Harry lets Niall drive back. You and Sarah lean against each other and slowly fall asleep.

“They’re knocked out.” Harry chuckles.

“Got a lot of sun today.”

“You know what’s nice?”

“That we both kept our cool today?”

“That, and…this is the part of growin’ up I don’t mind. Goin’ to parties with our girls, you and I still gettin’ to hang out.”

“Yeah, I like when we all get to do this. Gotta make time for fun.”

You and Sarah wake up to the sound of Niall and Harry laughing about something. You were parked in the garage of your building.

“What are we doing?” You ask.

“We were waitin’ for you to wake up.” Harry says.

“I’m…so tired. Niall carry me up.”

“Alright babe. Can we grab our shit outta your car tomorrow?”

“Sure.” Harry shrugs.

Niall gives Sarah a piggy back ride and heads across the street. You and Harry walk hand in hand up to your place. Buster wakes up when you get int and you squat down to love on him for a few minutes before letting him get back to sleep. When you get into your bedroom you wrap your arms around Harry.

“Can we just shower tomorrow? I’m exhausted.”

“Course, honey.” You say looking up at him. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“You were unbelievably cool today, and I appreciate it.”

“It’s like you’re always sayin’, I’m the one sleepin’ with you not them. I know I have no reason to be jealous.”

“Nope. Cause at the end of the day, you’re the only boy I want to trick into walking me home so I can bang him.”

You both giggle and he presses his forehead against yours.

“You know, you didn’t ask me what my move was.”

“My apologies, what was your move?” You step back from him and cross your arms.

He puts a hand on your shoulder and looks at you.

“That’s it? An intense stare?”

He keeps looking at you and then he licks his lips and smirks.

“Yeah, I can see how that worked.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Harry.”

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The (not naked) pin-up calendar

Summary: When you ask for a favor, Bucky (very) grudgingly agrees. What can you do to thank him? Return the favor, of course.

Characters: Bucky x Reader; a plethora of Avengers Warnings: Hardcore fluff. Soldiers wrestling like immature children. Steve being weirded out by nut sacks. Harry Potter references. A hint of naughty times at the end.

A/N: This is silly and fun and what can I say, writing sassy Bucky makes me happy. This is for @beckzorz 1k Writing Challenge (go follow this incredibly talented, beautiful lady), and my prompt was ‘Pin-up calendar’. Thanks a million for hosting Becca, I love you 3000! ♥️

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Overnight, the list gets tacked on the corkboard in the kitchen.

Bucky’s rummaging through the pantry, searching for his breakfast Doritos and a jar of salsa to dunk them in, when he glimpses his name from a distance. Snatching up a butter knife, he wanders over to the wall. When he sees the list header, he whirls around in a flurry of tangled hair and irrational grumpiness.

“What the hell is this?”

Bucky complaining first thing in the morning is par for the course, so both Sam and Steve, strolling in to search for breakfast, ignore him. Sam veers toward the sugary cereal cabinet, Steve heads for the oversize Ironman container housing granola, and Bucky stomps his foot like a toddler.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” Steve says seconds later, through an overflowing mouthful of flaxseed and yogurt. “You already agreed. You’re not backing out.”

Bucky spins around and reads the flyer again.

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“Avengers Calendar Shoot”

See below for your name and photo call timing.

Monday: Carol (10am), Wanda (2pm), Scott (6pm)

Tuesday: Rhodey (10am), Sam (2pm), Steve (6pm)

Wednesday: Tony (10am), Bruce (2pm), Natasha (6pm)

Thursday: Thor (10am), Clint (2pm), Bucky (6pm)

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Stomping his foot again, Bucky stabs the flyer with the aforementioned butter knife.

“Someone better be yankin’ my dick right now,” he warns. “I definitely didn’t agree to bare my wrinkly nut sack for the whole fucking world to see.”

Sam dry heaves over his Lucky Charms.

Steve’s now filling his Black Widow coffee mug and rolling his eyes.

“What is it with you always trying to be naked? It’s not a naked thing, it’s a charity thing. Innocent children who don’t know what an asshole you are will see this, so you better be wearing clothes,” Steve gives his mug an annoying slurp. “Besides - you already agreed. No takebacks.”

“Steve,” Bucky crisply pivots, launching metaphorical murder darts from his eyes. “We’ve talked about this. Don’t tell me how to live my life.”

“Well it was your girl who convinced everyone to do it, so good luck telling her you’re a liar.” Instead of responding, Bucky holds up a Dorito in front of Steve and peers around the silhouette. Draws a few angles in his head. “What?” Steve asks brusquely.

“Nothing,” Bucky mutters. The chip cracks between his teeth with a puff of toxic orange. “Just makin’ an observation.”

“Just wear your scary leather bondage uniform with your scary mask and stand there all scary. You don’t even need to smile,” Sam says. Spooning cereal in with one hand, his other is attempting to worm its way into Bucky’s bag of chips. Cradling the Doritos under his arm, Bucky twists away, blocking the attack.

“Good way to lose a finger. Don’t touch my things.”

Sam swallows his cereal, ignores the lethal look in Bucky’s eyes, and tries again.

Steve joins in.

And so, when you roll into the kitchen a few minutes later, here’s what you find: three Avengers, three veteran soldiers, wrestling over a bag of Doritos. Bucky has Sam in a headlock, Sam is kicking Bucky’s shins and hitting him with a milky spoon, and for some reason, Steve is dancing around trying to tickle them both.

Clearing your throat, the trio freezes.

You smile.

“Gentlemen.”

Flailing arms and legs instantly break apart. Sam and Steve have the good grace to look chastened, both stammering embarrassed apologies. Bucky simply shoves a fistful of Doritos in his mouth and smiles triumphantly. Striding over to you, he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“Babe, take my side here. You don’t want the whole world to see my nut sack, right?”

“Stop saying nut sack,” Steve hisses. “Nuts are gross.”

“Maybe your nuts are gross Steve,” Sam pipes up, rubbing his shirt with a wet rag, trying to clear away Bucky’s orange powder fingerprints, “but my nuts are awesome.” After a few harsh scrubs, he sees the futility and throws the rag in Bucky’s face. Stalking from the kitchen, he shouts something about laundry wheels and Oxyclean.

When you pluck the bag of Doritos from Bucky’s grubby hands, he releases them easily and grins at your exasperation. Sidling close, he rubs up against you like a needy kitten, so you hug him tight, dipping your fingers down to squeeze his butt.

“Please do it Bucky, I already told them you would. Wear anything you want, you don’t even have to smile,” you murmur in his ear, knowing precisely which buttons to push. “And besides, I bet I’m not the only one who wants to see those pretty blue eyes. Right?”

Bucky purses his lips. Wrinkles his nose. Grumbles under his breath.

And because you’re looking at him all wide-eyed and soft, he gives in.

Like he always does.

“Fine,” he huffs. “Fine. I’ll do it for you.”

“So much drama,” Steve mumbles through his granola. Bucky lunges for him, but Steve drops his bowl in the sink and skirts past, rushing for the door. Looking back, he throws Bucky a challenging smirk, before smacking into the doorframe. There’s a brief ricochet and then he’s scurrying down the hall, laughing as he goes.

“Idiot,” Bucky mutters.

Folding your fingers behind his neck, you turn his face back to you and kiss his stubbly cheek. “Thank you. Reason number one billion and two why I love you.”

At the brush of your lips, Bucky promptly grabs the back of your thighs and hoists you in the air. Spinning around, he shuffles over to the counter and drops you on top. Settling between your legs, hands flat on the counter boxing you in, his mouth finds the open space above your shirt collar and he proceeds to kiss every square inch.

“The things I do for you,” he breathes, sucking his favorite spot along your neck. It makes you shiver, that thing he does with his tongue. “You realize now I gotta go on a diet.”

“What? No, you don’t. You look perfect.”

Disappointingly, he stops that whole talented tongue thing and leans back. Grinding your heels into his butt, you kick him, urging him to stay put. Instead, he sighs in that tragic, pay attention to me way that only Bucky Barnes can do.

“Obviously I’m perfect, so are you by the way, but the camera adds five pounds. I have to preemptively lose it.” Crinkling up his now empty bag of Doritos, he throws it at the trash can and misses by a mile. He gives you a hangdog, pathetic sort of look. “This sucks.”

Bucky Barnes, ladies and gentlemen. The most dramatic human being on the planet.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you don’t need to diet. You could weigh a thousand pounds and it wouldn’t matter, you don’t - “

“Maybe not, like, a thousand pounds,” Bucky interrupts. “That’d make sex super hard. And not good hard. Just awkward hard. You know? Like when Hagrid’s mom and dad had sex. Which I still don’t understand how that’s supposed to work and I’ve done a shitload of research on it, been on all kinds of forums and talked to some experts - there’s a guy at SHIELD who specializes in interplanetary species relationships, I don’t know if you knew that - but anyway it just makes no sense because she would have killed that little guy if he tried to bang her, and I’m sorry, that’s the tea and I’ll fucking fight anyone who disagrees.”

Pausing for breath, he looks so earnest you almost hate to stop him.

“Buck, maybe we try one day where you don’t reference Harry Potter? I know you’re a fan, but - “

“I drew some diagrams,” he continues. “Boning diagrams. But like, I still can’t get it to work.”

Staring into space, he lets his marvelous tactical brain run every scenario of sexual acrobatics required to establish the feasibility of human-giant sex.

This could go on forever. Once Bucky gets knee-deep in fan forum theories, hours will lapse before he swims up for air. Many a morning has found him still in his boxers, laptop on his knees while he smashes the keyboard, arguing with virtual enemies about the physical features of Hogwarts house founders or the complex nuances of international Wizarding trade law.

The truth is - Bucky Barnes is a god damn nerd.

Clapping your hands, you drag him back to real life.

“Focus please. You’re good to do this then? Without the diet?”

“I really really hate it,” he replies, matter of fact, “but I really really love you, so if you want me to, I guess I’m in. But I’m still losing five pounds.”

“You’re my favorite, you know that?” Slipping your hands up under his shirt, you massage the tight muscles alone his spine and he hums happily. Flashing a lazy grin, he boops your nose.

“You know what? I think you should do it too. Be so great to have a sexy poster of you for those long nights when I’m gone and can’t sleep,” he waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “If you know what I mean.”

“I’m going to pretend I don’t know what you mean.”

“Whatever. Like you don’t have a folder full of dick pics with my name on it,” he laughs.

“I wish you’d stop sending me those,” you say sternly. “You know this is my work phone.”

“So? You always need fresh material for your diddle box. Keeps the romance alive,” he says. Reaching up behind you, he tugs open the snack cabinet and rummages for a new bag of Doritos. The airtight blurp of a new jar of salsa follows.

“I’m sure I’ll regret this, but - what exactly is a diddle box?”

Massive Winter Soldier eye roll.

“All the pictures and videos and sexy shit you use to masturbate. Clearly.”

“Why do I ask you questions,” you sigh.

“I’m starting my diet tomorrow,” he answers instead, before dunking a fresh Dorito in the salsa.

*****

The next two weeks are spent with Bucky mostly eating raw vegetables and baked chicken breast and loudly commenting on the sorrows of dieting to everyone he encounters.

“You’re being ridiculous Bucky. No one told you to lose weight.”

“No,” he says glumly, crunching a celery stick with a martyred expression. “I need to be hot. Beauty is pain.”

“You are a pain.”

He sighs dramatically. Stares wistfully into the distance. Snaps a carrot in half.

“The things I do for you.”

“Jesus.”

*****

AVENGERS CALENDAR SHOOT THIS WEEK!

Remember to be on time, or we will choose the worst picture of you and print that.

We’re assholes that way.

Thanks,

Management

*****

MONDAY

(SEPTEMBER: Danvers, Carol; Captain Marvel)

Carol throws her bomber jacket over her red, blue, and gold uniform, and adds a sleek pair of vintage Ray Bans. Climbing into the cockpit of her fighter jet, she turns herself all glowy and golden, the color bouncing merrily off the control panel. Tipping her face down to the camera, she flashes the Shaka sign and gives the photographer a huge smile.

(FEBRUARY: Maximoff, Wanda; Scarlett Witch)

Wanda goes all out on all things red. Clad in a long red dress and long coat, surrounded by hundreds of red flowers - tulips and roses and carnations - she curls her fingers and everything around her begins to glow with a warm red light. When she smiles at the camera, her head tilts shyly.

(OCTOBER: Lang, Scott; Antman)

Is Scott actually in the picture or did someone spill coffee? The photographer sees a white sheet and a black spec, and scratches his head in confusion. Antman is kinda weird.

*****

TUESDAY

(NOVEMBER: Rhodes, James; War Machine)

Rhodey shows up dressed head to toe in gunmetal colored armor. When he snaps the faceplate down, the photographer timidly asks if maybe he wants to show his face. Rhodey flips the faceplate back up, reminds the photographer how badass this armor is, and says nope. He’s all good, thanks.

(APRIL: Wilson, Sam; Falcon)

Sam has spent the last few nights practicing his Zoolander pout in the bathroom mirror. He decides to wear a tight black t-shirt and comfortable jeans, with his wings spread wide, Redwing hovering beside him. At the last minute, his sultry pout melts into an animated belly laugh and they decide to use that one instead.

(JULY: Rogers, Steven; Captain America)

Steve goes back to his roots. Wearing a too small shirt and holey old jeans, he gazes pensively at the easel in front of him, glossy blond hair combed in a perfect wave. Fingers dusty with charcoal, he points to the picture he’s drawing and insists they capture it in the photo as well. They later realize he was drawing a picture of his own ass. That month gets labeled “Steve Rogers and America’s Ass”.

*****

WEDNESDAY

(MAY: Stark, Tony; Ironman)

Tony wears the bottom half of his suit and his favorite Black Sabbath t-shirt. Posing in his lab, he floats a few feet off the ground, crossing his arms and giving that trademark smirk. Scattered around him are random bits of technology and a few arc reactors, with Dum-E and a steaming platter of cheeseburgers in the background.

(JUNE: Banner, Bruce; Incredible Hulk)

Bruce looks a bit rumpled. The publicity shy scientist in him detests these things, but he’s a good sport for a good cause. Surrounded by microscopes and beakers of dazzling green liquids, he allows the teeniest quirk of his lips. Hands tucked in his pockets, messy curls fall over his forehead, and Bruce just feels happy to be included.

(JANUARY: Romanoff, Natasha; Black Widow)

Natasha asks for her photo in black and white. Dressed in shadows and tulle, she is nothing more than a dark figure against a white backdrop. On her feet, are a pair of ballet slippers, their satin ribbons looped and laced around her ankles. When she arches slowly up on pointe, her arms curve gracefully over her head and there’s an ethereal stillness about the image. Natasha is amazing.

*****

THURSDAY

(DECEMBER: Odinson, Thor; Thor)

Thor wears an enthusiastic smile when he arrives - and not much else. Dressed in a cherry red speedo, black boots, and his swirling red cape, he stands with one fist on his hip and Mjolnir held lovingly in the other. When the photographer asks about his outfit, Thor proudly describes something called “fan art” he saw online of himself wearing this outfit, mentioning how many “re-blogs” it had. He thinks he might wear this outfit more often, if that’s what the Midgardians want.

(AUGUST: Barton, Clint; Hawkeye)

Clint has a cup of coffee in one hand, a pot of coffee in the other. He wears purple sweatpants and a grey tank top and he yawns every five seconds. When asked what pose he’d like to use, he pretends his hearing-aids are broken. He lays down for a nap and the photographer goes with that.

(MARCH: Barnes, James “Bucky”; Winter Soldier)

Bucky leaves his leather bondage gear, his excessive collection of knives and guns, and his murder scowl at home. Instead, he arrives in black jeans and boots, a dark blue t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, his tousled hair brushing the collar of his jean jacket. Perched casually on the seat of his restored Harley, he looks carefree and sweet, offering that signature smile that always sets hearts aflutter.

*****

When the final photo is taken, Bucky ambles over to where you stand with the photographer, reviewing proofs. Snuggling up beside you, he moves in for a kiss and stops in surprise.

“What’s with the lipstick?” he asks, bemused. “That’s new.”

You seem momentarily flustered by the question, stuttering something about losing your chapstick and trying new things. Bucky shrugs and dives in anyway. It makes no difference to him. Painted red or completely bare, your lips are always his favorite flavor.

*****

“They’re here!”

The box of calendars lands with a thump on the kitchen counter.

“Excellent. Are we hot?” Steve asks, his mouth full of cheesy pizza.

“I’m always hot,” Sam answers, ripping into the box. “Yesterday I saw a Buzzfeed post about how hot I am, and it said 11/10 recommend.” Yanking out the pile of calendars, he throws one to Steve. “That means more than 100% would recommend. I’m beloved.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a national treasure,” Steve argues. Reaching for a calendar, he flicks impatiently until he finds himself.

Leaving the team to laugh and bicker and poke fun of each other, you grab your bag (and another small package), heading off to search for your favorite assassin slash model.

His door is cracked when you reach it, low music in the background. Knocking lightly, you push it open.

“Hey Buck. Are you busy?”

Surrounded a chaos of metal, Bucky sits cross-legged on his bedroom floor. A tin of gun oil lays open beside him, a shredded old t-shirt in hand, while he cleans and reassembles his guns. This particular task has taken him literally all day, because Bucky Barnes has yet to meet a gun he doesn’t need.

(Seriously. He needs them. All of them. Stop questioning him, Steve.)

At your voice, an adorable smile scrunches up his face. Bouncing to his feet, he leaps gracefully from the middle of the mess and scoops you up, twirling in a circle and stealing your breath with a warm kiss.

“Hey sweetheart, what’re you doin’ here?”

“Something arrived. Thought you might like to see.”

Handing over the calendar, Bucky wipes his hands on his jeans. A nervous energy makes his fingers fumble when he riffles through the pages.

He stops abruptly at March.

“Huh,” he says, observing his portrait from every angle. Turns it sideways, upside down, pinches his lip. Squints a little. Finally, he nods. “Yeah. Okay, yeah. I look pretty great. I think? Right? I don’t know, what do you think?”

It’s funny.

Sometimes, you hold your breath when you watch at him. There are these little things. The bright excitement in his eyes maybe, or the way he scratches his jaw when he gets nervous, or the absentminded way he tucks his hair behind his ear.

It does things to your heart.

“Yeah,” you say, mesmerized by those little things, “you really do.”

Bucky looks up. Sees your face and breaks into a wide grin. He loves when you look at him like this, like he’s the only thing that matters. Like he’s your whole world. Like you love him.

It does things to his heart.

Snapping the calendar shut, he flings it on his bed. Blue eyes rake you up and down and he pokes his lip out in an exaggerated pout.

“Still think you should’ve done it too,” he says. “Bet you would’a looked so hot.”

At his comment, you reach into your bag and pull something free. Silently, you hand over a second square, this one wrapped in black paper, a silver bow taped along the edge.

“What’s this?” he asks curiously.

Shrugging, your expression stays neutral.

“Open it and see.”

Like a kid on Christmas morning, he rips the paper away.

He freezes.

Blinking rapidly, he looks up. Silver fingers delicately trace the shiny picture and he swallows hard.

“Honey, is this - did you do this for me?” he asks softly. Flipping gently through each page of this special, one-of-a-kind calendar, he shakes his head in slow disbelief.

Because there you are.

Posing in March, holding his favorite confetti cupcakes adorned with birthday candles in front of your naked breasts.

Posing in July, dressed in a vintage red, white, and blue USO uniform, white boots on your feet and crackling sparklers in your hands.

Posing again in October, wearing a slutty pumpkin dress with cut-outs revealing slivers of your sweet, sexy assets.

Each picture is incredible. Full of vivid colors and your sunny smile. No air-brushing, no fake poses, just you. Indescribable and undeniably beautiful, bursting with love.

All for him.

Bucky rubs his chest absently, feeling his heart thumping with every turn of the page. And then he reaches the last month, and there’s a strangled squeak. He stares intently at the page. Looks up at you. Back to the page. Back up at you. Closes his eyes briefly.

This is it, this is his favorite, his absolute fucking favorite thing of all time, the image instantly wiping all other thoughts from his proverbial spank bank.

There.

You.

Are.

Damn.

Tacked above you is a sprig of mistletoe, a concession to the holiday theme. But it’s the outfit that does it. Black combat boots, lacy red lingerie, deep red lipstick, and an empty thigh holster. You’re pointing one of his favorite guns at the camera and giving a sly wink.

Mind-blowingly, devastatingly, breathtakingly gorgeous.

Bucky awkwardly adjusts the rising situation in his pants, raising lust-blown eyes to yours. Licking your lips, you give him a hesitant smile.

“Do you - um, do you like them?”

It makes you panic when he says nothing. He simply stares. But then he sets the calendar carefully, reverently, aside. Slipping a hand behind your neck, he hustles you backward until you bump the door, slamming it shut. His warm mouth slants over yours, that talented tongue returning to sweep over your lips. The kiss is hot and frantic, tinged with an edge of wild excitement. When he finally breaks away, his voice is low, dark gravel in your ear.

“Listen. I’m gonna need you to get all those outfits and put on every,” he kisses your throat, “single,” he trails his lips up to your jawline, “one,” and now he’s panting in your ear, “and then I wanna take pictures of me taking everything off, before I fuck you so damn good. How’s that sound?”

Sliding a hand between his legs, your answer makes him tremble.

“Sounds like a deal.”

*****

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From Out of Nowhere [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: Bucky helps you move into your new apartment and stays a couple of nights, realizing you love his company more than you thought. Prompt: Friends to lovers AU for @simsadventures 1k writing challenge! Thank you, my love, for having me back!!!

Warning(s): Slow Burn, fluff, mutual pining, implied smut near the end (with spooning but nothing really explicit)

Word Count: 2,386

A/N: I just want to apologize for any grammar mistakes! English isn't my first language and I did use a thesaurus but I still might have used words incorrectly and I'm sorry about that! I was also watching the witcher as I wrote this :) feedback is greatly appreciated! Please don't repost my work to any other site (Wattpad, ao3, etc) without permission, reblogs are greatly appreciated though! I'm also really sorry for the slow burn but I wanted to include everything and not rush it.

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Your ringtone resounded out into the empty room as you finished taping up the last box of your possessions and piling it on top of the others. You walked over to the windowsill where your phone was perched and smiled down at the name of the person calling you.

"Hey, Buck!" Your voice echoed around the once loved - now hollow bedroom.

"Hey Y/N! I'm outside and I'll be up in a sec." It was early morning and by the sound of his hoarse voice, Bucky had not long woken up.

"Great! Thanks for this Buck!" You sigh as you end the call, looking out into the city for the last time. You would miss this cozy apartment, it's been your home for the past six years but now the time has come for a brand new fresh start, a new chapter in your life. You could no longer afford the apartment since your landlord raised your rent considerably higher and your wages wouldn't even cover half of the rent let alone any bills that needed to be paid, it was the most expensive part of Brooklyn. And Bucky notified you that his elderly landlady was looking for a new tenant to occupy an apartment three floors above his apartment for a fraction of the rent your landlord wanted, she was more flexible and helpful, and besides being closer to your best friend, it was also closer to your work and in a much safer neighborhood.

And Bucky had insisted to come and help you move your things out, and you couldn't be any more appreciative because some of your furniture was really heavy and you felt bad for overloading some boxes which threatened to break your bones in your back and arms if you carried them far enough.

"Y/N?" Bucky's deep voice calls out as he enters the apartment. It's bittersweet for him too, he used to love coming here and having your weekly movie nights on the L-shaped corner couch with your fuzzy cream blankets. But he is more happy to have you living in the same apartment building as him, it's easier for him to protect you, not that you needed protection, Bucky knew you were independent and capable of dealing with things on your own but he wanted to keep you close, you were one of his best friends and he's never had someone as close to him besides Steve before.

"In here!" You haul the box out into the front room and smile when you see Bucky in his blue Henley, dark jeans and a pair of sneakers (you never thought you would see the day he would wear something different than his usual combat boots), his hair was cut shorter and he looked so clean and perfect. You were used to Bucky with long hair, but since he cut it a couple of months ago, you kept telling him how much you loved him with shorter hair, telling him "it really suits you, Buck!" And he has taken your compliment personally because he's kept up with his short hair.

"Doll?" Your eyes fly up to his face, he was smirking and raised an eyebrow at you and you blush, you didn't realize you were staring at him.

"Huh?" You clear your throat and awkwardly look around the room.

"I asked if you wanted me to start moving your stuff out? The truck is downstairs."

"Yea-yes. That would be great." You smile, nodding your head for no particular reason as you find yourself getting lost in his bright blue eyes. ☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°��•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•° It only took you a couple of hours to move everything from the truck into your new apartment and by the time 6pm arrived, half of the boxes were already unpacked and your ornaments were placed out neatly around your new living room, your L-shaped couch positioned with your familiar rug in the middle of the room, it was already starting to feel and look like home. And while you were busy hanging your curtains, Bucky had gone out to grab some food for the two of you, deciding to take the rest of the evening off packing and just sit and watch a movie to relax before bed.

"Honey, I'm home!" Bucky chuckled walking through the door. You finished the gather of your curtains and smiled.

"Great!" You sighed as you welcomed the comfy cushions of your couch behind you as you plopped down with a bounce, crisscrossing your aching legs under you as Bucky plated the food.

"Chicken for you." He said holding the plate of chicken noodles in front of you and a soda.

"Thanks, Buck! For everything." You smiled at him as he sat down beside you, digging into his own noodles, he nodded in return and flicked the TV on, playing the DVD you left in from a few nights ago.

You and Bucky ate in silence, occasionally laughing at the TV. Over the years you have had so many movie nights with Bucky, and you weren't sure if it was because of the new apartment, but you didn't want Bucky to leave, you didn't want to be alone. Sitting next to Bucky right now felt so right in so many different ways. But Bucky was your best friend, and you felt conflicted about your feelings. You were also sure he saw you as nothing more than a friend. Your thoughts were all over the place and you nibbled on your bottom lip.

The action didn't go unnoticed by Bucky, who was watching you from his peripheral. He knew whenever you bit your lip it was because of anxiety or panic attacks. For now, he stayed quiet, allowing you to gather your thoughts. ☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•° Bucky stayed with you until the end of the movie. You had somehow managed to push your weird thoughts to the back of your mind and enjoy his company.

He stretched and yawned, looking at his watch.

"Wow, it's almost midnight. I better be goin'" he says tiredly, getting up to leave.

"Thank you for everything today Buck." You stand up with him and pull him into a tight hug, burying your face in his chest and fisting his shirt around his back.

Bucky chuckles and his chest vibrates against your face as he holds you.

"You already thanked me doll. Got nothin' to thank me for, s'what friends are for." He rubs your back comfortingly and tries to pull away, you only hold him tighter.

"Please stay." You whisper, refusing to loosen your grip on his shirt.

"Doll, let me look at ya." He pushes your body away slightly and his heart sinks down to his stomach as he looks at the stray tears racing each other down your cheeks. "What's wrong?" He asks, concern laced in his voice. It was rare for you to show Bucky this side of you.

"I just-" you sigh and take a breath. "I feel so selfish but I don't want you to go... I don't want to be alone here." Your bottom lip trembles uncontrollably and Bucky nods, pulling you impossibly close to him.

"Ok doll, shh shh it's okay. I'm not goin' anywhere. I'll stay for a couple o' days ok?" He holds your chin between his fingers and you nod happily.

And now that you knew Bucky was staying, you felt so much better. You were used to living alone so why this was any different you didn't understand.

Was it because you started to feel something in the pit of your stomach for your best friend? You have never felt this way before, even when you were around when Bucky was in relationships with other girls, you didn't feel jealous. But now just the thought of it sent a pang of pain to your chest. When did this happen?

For Bucky, it was a different story.

Bucky has been in love with you for a long time, he has just kept his feelings buried because of your friendship at stake. If things didn't go his way and you didn't feel the same way, he could handle the rejection but losing you was not worth it in his eyes.

Instead, he stood by as you tried to go on dates, most failed and some guys acted like complete jerks towards you which he strongly disliked but could do nothing about when he really wanted to dislodge their testicles.

And he knew staying with you would be difficult, because with you he always felt at home, it felt so natural. But seeing you so upset he didn't want to leave you. He wouldn't leave you. His ma taught him manners and he was a better man than most these days.

He hated how sexist the men had become. Even now he knows women deserve just as much respect and attention as they did when he was an 18-year-old taking his dames out on dates every weekend. And mention dick pics to Bucky? He was disgusted. And it has never interested him, even if one of his recent ex-girlfriends tried to push him to send her a sexy photo of himself, he declined as kindly as he could.

After brushing your teeth, you go back to your bedroom and stop in your tracks. Bucky is wearing a black T-shirt and his boxers as he pulls the covers back. He notices your reaction and panics.

"Is this ok?" He asks timidly.

You grin and walk over to the free side of the bed. "Of course it is." You reply, stripping down to your tank top and shorts, climbing under the duvet the same time as Bucky.

You roll on your side and face him, making the outline of his features in the darkness you're shrouded in.

"You ok doll?" Bucky asks quietly, stretching an arm out and moving some hair from your face and you shiver from his soft touch.

"I am." You whisper back, reaching out to touch his prickled cheek. Drawing patterns and you feel his cheeks lift in a smile, his dimples under your fingertips. You move your hand down above his heart, his heartbeat lulls you into a deep sleep.

The sun beaming through the partly opened curtains wakes you up and you feel totally refreshed. The best night's sleep you have had in a long, long time. It takes you a few seconds to remember where you are and why there is heavy breathing behind you.

You're facing away from Bucky, and he has his arm wrapped around your belly with your back pressed into his chest, his face buried in your hair, and something digging into your backside and you realize he's spooning you, quite intimately. It only makes your heart beat faster, now this is something you could get used to.

You shift your butt slightly, grinding your backside into his wood and a loud groan erupts from behind you. It encourages you to do it again, only harder. His hand grips your waist tightly to stop your movements.

"Doll!" He groans, thinking you're just asleep and unaware of what is happening but he hears your cheeky giggles.

"Good mornin' doll." Bucky slurs from tiredness, pressing a firm kiss to the back of your head and moving his lower body away from you, already missing his closeness.

"Good mornin' Buck." You turn to face him and lay on his chest, tucking your head under his chin and intertwining your legs with his.

The silence in the room is comforting, the birds are singing their sweet tunes outside and inside it's just the sounds of two hearts beating in sync.

"What do you wanna do today?" You ask in a whisper, not wanting to disturb the peace and quiet. You draw an invisible pattern with your finger over his heart.

When Bucky doesn't answer, you assume he's fallen back asleep until you tilt your head up and see he's already looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Buck?"

Bucky lowers his lips to yours and you reciprocate the kiss by tilting your head to the side to kiss him deeper. This was what you wanted for so long, and Bucky has dreamed of this moment for years. He's scared he's going to wake up soon.

The kiss becomes heated and you straddle his waist, grounding yourself against him. He elicits a moan as his hands fly to your waist, his fingertips burying themselves into your skin.

"Doll.." he breathes heavily. "Do you want this? Do you want me? Because we can pretend this never happened..." he speaks lowly, hoping the latter doesn't happen.

"I want this Buck. I want you, I have for a long time." You smile down at him, pressing the palm of your hands on the pillow beside his head.

"Will you be my girl?" His tongue darts out to lick his suddenly dry lips.

"I would want nothing more than to be yours." A growl elicits from his throat at your choice of words, and clothes are flying off everywhere.

Your first official morning as a new couple is spent between the once clean but now sweat-soaked bed sheets as the two of you embark on a beautiful adventure together as boyfriend and girlfriend, which Bucky hopes one day you will walk to him down an aisle and mother his children.

And you hoped that one day this beautiful specimen of a man became your husband and fathered your children you desperately wanted in the future.

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Step By Step

Kim Namjoon Series

Arranged Marriage Series

Main Masterlist

KNJ x Poc Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2k+

“Shhh...come on YoungMi, please get some sleep for mommy.” You paced around your daughter’s room while rocking her in your arms. You glanced over at the clock that read 2:43 am and took a deep breath. YoungMi whined and cried quietly in your arms. You knew she couldn’t help it since she was sick and the poor thing couldn’t get sleep. After getting prescribed medicine, the doctor said it should work after a couple of hours but Namjoon, being Namjoon, forgot to give it to her before her bedtime and you were left to fix it. It had only been a few minutes since you gave it to her and she started to quiet down.

Ever since that day at the building, you and Namjoon haven’t been on the best of terms. You avoided him as much as possible, only talking to him when it was related to the child you both shared. You didn’t have long to think about the living conditions since all of your stuff had already been moved in anyways. You did what you had to for your baby, wanting nothing but the nest for her. That was a few months ago, of course and now you had to deal with a sick, crying baby. Although you weren’t talking to Namjoon as much, you were able to figure out his schedule since it was a must.

5 am- Namjoon wakes up and so does YoungMi

5:30- Namjoon has eaten breakfast while you feed the baby as well and let Namjoon hold her for a while before heading to the studio.

6 am- YoungMi goes back down after being tired from waking up so early and you take a shower.

7 am- You cook yourself breakfast and do any cleaning that wasn’t done the night before while learning Korean through an app and books, with help from Jimin.

7:45- YoungMi wakes up and you get her dressed for the day.

Between 8 am and 10 pm you give MiMi her tummy time so she can learn to crawl, feed her and you make a grocery list for later, make lunch and do laundry.

By 12:30 YoungMi is down for her nap while you eat breakfast and learn more Korean, taking notes.

1:15- MiMi wakes up from her nap and is fed again.

2pm: You and the baby go out to the grocery store and spend some time at the Han River.

5pm: You start cooking dinner and brush up on your studies since you’re still waiting for a few phone calls for your esthetician job.

6pm- You feed MiMi again and turn on soft music for her to listen to while she sits in her bouncer and watches you make dinner.

7pm- You give MiMi her bath

8pm- You eat and put the rest up for Namjoon

9pm- Namjoon comes home and goes right to spend some time with MiMi before bed while you learn more Korean.

10pm- Namjoon takes another shower and goes to bed while you go to bed in the other bedroom.

You had all of this figured out within the 3 months that you’ve been living together. Sometimes Namjoon will send a text to see YoungMi on his lunch break at the building so you bring her there, but you won’t say a word to him and the boys can tell that there’s a lot of tension between the two of you. They don’t speak on it, since most of them have their own issues going on already with their wives. When you do need a break, Namjoon’s mother, the angel that she is, will take the baby to give you some free time in which you do squeeze in a few sessions with a personal trainer since you wanted to get your body back.

Now, in this room with your daughter slowly falling asleep, you sniffled some since she was starting to make you sick, all from taking care of her. You kissed her head a few times, rocking back and forth. Even if your eyes felt heavy and you wanted to sleep, you knew you couldn’t until she was okay. Motherhood was definitely taking its toll on you and your body but you wouldn’t give her up for anything. It was hard, but you knew you could do it and even if you and Namjoon didn’t see eye to eye he was a great dad, a little forgetful but great to MiMi.

Laying her down in her crib and placing a blanket over her, you walked over to the humidifier in her room and filled it with more water, turned it on and walked back to your own room. Hearing the other door open, you froze and turned to see Namjoon coming out of the room, shirtless and wearing boxers while scratching his chest and staring at you. “She okay? I heard her crying.” He grumbled. God, why does his voice have to be so deep and sexy at this hour? If you didn’t hate him so much right now you would probably be pregnant again. You hadn’t gotten laid since the night your daughter was conceived but you were sure he got his fill while you suffered.

“She’s fine now, you forgot to give her the medicine she was supposed to take hours ago.” He cursed and rubbed his face. “I forgot...I’m sorry. Hectic day and-” “It’s taken care of now, just go back to bed.” You cut him off, not really in the mood to hear what he had to say. Closing your door behind you, taking a deep breath, you sat on the edge of your bed and rubbed the back of your neck and that’s when your door opened and in walked Namjoon, closing it behind him and clasping his hands together. Was he for real? Right now at this hour and still wearing boxers?

“Y/N...we need to talk about this now. It’s been months and this is getting ridiculous. I know we don’t know much about each other but we do have a daughter together and I would like for us to get along for her sake. There’s an award show coming up and the company wants us to invite the wives, ever since the announcement people have been waiting to see all of you so I need you on this, Y/N, please. There’s already enough stress with this comeback and the new album dropping soon.” He paused for a few seconds and looked at you. “We can talk more about it in the morning, you can even sleep in the bed with me and move your stuff into the room. I want to work this out.” He added.

He looked like a God when he was begging like this. Blinking a few times, you rolled your eyes twice as hard as he spoke and picked at your pajama shorts before looking up at him. “I want you to apologize. Apologize to me for what you said. You wanted me to stay out of your way, you wanted me to stay in the extra bedroom and not bother you while you work and I gave you exactly what you wanted and now you hate it. I’ve been giving you what you’ve wanted besides this marriage that I had no say in...I just want you to know, that as hard as it is for you it was hard for me too, Namjoon. To be pregnant by myself with no help, drive myself to the hospital and give birth alone and then take care of her for 2 months by myself. No help, just sleeping when she sleeps and eating when she isn’t crying. So, with that, the only thing I want from you is an apology. I’ll fix everything else tomorrow and we can figure something out but I just need you to understand that I’m also overwhelmed too.” You climbed under the blanket and looked at him.

“Please, let me get some sleep, call your mother in the morning to pick up MiMi and keep her for the day.” Namjoon nodded and gave you a small smile. “This will all work out, I promise. All relationships have obstacles and this is one of many that we will get through. Things will get crazier but I promise I’ll try my best for both of you. Um, goodnight, Y/N.” He nodded his head once again before leaving the room.

Great, now you were stuck staring up at the ceiling and thinking about what he just said. Clearly he needed to redeem himself and you could tell he felt guilty about what you went through while being alone and pregnant. Also, you had forgotten about the award show and even the whole announcement. You stayed away from most of your social media except for Instagram, which you kept extremely private and you wouldn’t dare to go on Twitter even though you had thousands of notifications. What were you gonna wear to this award show anyways?

You and the other wives had your fittings in one dressing room, all matching colors with your husband, your color was gold. You were placed in a short dress, black with gold details, the back was only slightly low and the dress itself stopped at your mid thigh, almost feeling like a second skin. Your jewelry was gold as well, a few rings, earrings, a gold diamond choker and a a bracelet. Your shoes were black, keeping those simple. You did your own hair, keeping your curls but less volume and did a simple smokey eye with a brown lip.

You waited with the other wives, quietly talking amongst them and taking in how beautiful they all were. Jin’s wife was last to get ready, being the diva that you thought she was but once you all were ready, you waited for the boys. Looking over your fresh manicure that you were not used to having, you played with the rings on your fingers while the boys walked out, all dressed in their own style of suits but they matched the dresses overall. Namjoon stared at you, his eyes looking over your body and you glared at him before getting into the vehicle that was to escort all of you to the red carpet.

The amount of cameras and people that were on the red carpet was overwhelming. You weren’t ready at all but Namjoon, kept you next to him, holding your hand while you all walked and waited to take pictures. The screams were insane, your body tensed up every now and then but you kept a small smile on your face while posing and taking pictures. While the boys spoke, you and the other wives took a few photos together, it was weird that people knew your names and asked you to turn and take photos for them.

Each couple had their interview, which thankfully you didn’t have to speak much and Namjoon did almost all of the talking. He led you inside, his hand on your lower back and waved at a few people. Once inside, you walked to your seats. “Are you okay?” Namjoon asked and you nodded, confused as to why until you heard the fans from afar, some cheering and others yelling bad things at you and the other wives. Scrunching your eyebrows, you held Namjoon’s hand and squeezed it while staring at the stage as they got things together.

At one point during the show, the boys got up, more than once to accept awards and then to perform. You sat next to Jimin’s wife who was on your right, dancing in your seats to most of the songs and grinning when the boys performed. The whole night was something you never thought you would have the luxury of being in. The idols were nice, at least most of them, some of them didn’t take the time to say hi but it didn’t bother you. You knew why but you didn’t let it ruin your night.

The boys were phenomenal, winning so many awards that even they were shocked. Although it was long, it finally ended and you were able to go home. As Namjoon walked over to you, sweat on his face, you grabbed a napkin and patted it away for him, fixed his collar and jumped when you heard someone behind you call his name. Jackson Wang, of Got7. He jogged over to you two and briefly spoke to Namjoon, asking him to come to the after party.

Within the two weeks that you moved back into the main bedroom, worked out your schedules and your daughter got over her cold, things were looking better. The fandom was still shaken up, but on your end, this was what you wanted for your daughter, a great life and even greater parents.

You nodded to Namjoon, seeing as he was looking at you for confirmation for the after party. Of course, you would be going with him since Jackson insisted.

The after party was a different atmosphere, more relaxed than the award show. There were drinks, actual food and music playing. The building in which it was being held was beautifully decorated, red carpeting and a chandelier in the middle of the room. The first thing you did was grab a glass of wine and took a sip while Namjoon introduced you to a few people. Jackson made his way back over. “You made it and you brought your beautiful wife.” He cheered and finished his glass of whatever he was drinking and held out his hand to you. He kissed the back of your hand and you full on smiled, giggling. “Wow, Namjoon-ah, you really outdid it. She’s so beautiful. Your dress is amazing.” He commented towards you and you thanked him as he spun you around.

From the corner of your eye, you can see Namjoon’s jaw tighten visibly and he pulled you back to his side and stared down at you. Jackson was still holding onto your hand, looking over your rings and showering you in compliments, your face was burning from it all and Namjoon took your now empty glass from you and went to get you another one.

“So how does it feel to be Mrs. Kim Namjoon, huh? Where did you two meet and how come I didn’t see you first?” He joked and you laughed, explaining that you met in California a little over a year ago. You let go of his hand as he talked about his music and the trips he had lined up, you noticed Namjoon standing by the bar, watching you, carefully and you hugged Jackson goodbye, his hands rubbing your back before letting go.

Once you were in front of Namjoon, he leaned down to your ear. “We’re leaving now.” He ordered and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him out of the building and towards the car that was waiting for you. He sent a quick text and the other members came piling into the car with you and you all drove off.

You didn’t know what caused this sudden change in character for him but something told you he was angry about whatever it was. Maybe Jackson being too friendly or maybe he just wasn’t feeling well. Whatever it was, you were gonna ask him once you two got home anyways.

#kim namjoon #bts imagines #bts ot7 #bts poc #bts fanfic #bts x poc #kpop poc #namjoonxreader #namjoonimagine #pockpop #bts x black reader #black reader

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look2see2 · 3 years

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Confessions of a Cabin Crew

I was on standby that day when I was activated for an Aussie flight. As per normal, got ready and reached the briefing room slightly earlier to just chill and use my phone. Peeked at the crew list and didn’t recognise any names on it. Just gonna be another flight, so I thought.

As the room slowly gets filled up, she was the second last in. The first thing I noticed about her were her lips. She had a nice face with full lips which somehow was a thing for me. She introduced herself as Sarah and she sat at the opposite end of the briefing room. After the briefing, we were given our work positions and to my delight, Sarah will be working with me in the AFT galley.

Sarah and I could click well, and we made dinner plans with the other crew members after we checked in. So, the plan was to meet at the lobby by 6pm. As it was almost 6pm, Sarah was still nowhere to be seen, I decided to give her room a call. Sarah picked up and said that she wasn’t feeling too good and won’t be joining for dinner. She asked me to get her a sandwich from the nearby deli.

Everyone parted ways after dinner and since I was kinda tired, I decided to get the sandwich and return to the hotel. I reached outside Sarah’s door and pressed on the doorbell. Seconds later I could her the clicking on the locks and she opened the door. This was the first time I saw Sarah without her uniform and make up. I daresay she looked so much better. Sarah has long hair till her shoulders, big eyes and a nice frame. She was wearing an oversized tee and nothing beneath as I can see the silhouette of her nipples poking through the tee. I decided to keep my cool but I can feel my crotch tightening up. Sarah looked kinda down when I passed her the sandwich, I asked if everything was alright. She shook her head slowly and asked if I wanted to come in and talk for a while.

Sarah sat down on the bed and I took a seat beside her. She told me that she broke up with her boyfriend over some issue (I don’t even know what). I decided to comfort her and placed my arms on her shoulders. Sarah leaned in closer to me and I could smell her sweet perfume. After that hug, she composed herself and said she was feeling much better. We decided to share the sandwich, watched TV and chatted after. I was almost ten at night when I decided to be a return to my room.

Sarah looked up at me and asked if I could stay for the night. I decided to be a “gentleman” and agreed to it. She said that she was feeling very lonely and was wondering if I could pretend to be her boyfriend just for tonight. I agreed to it and Sarah climbed onto the bed. I decided to get comfy and removed everything till my boxers and get in under the covers beside her. Sarah was facing the other side, I decided to get close to her and spoon her. I whispered in her ear and asked, ‘do you want to know how I will treat you if you are my girl? She nodded slowly. I started kissing her nape and nibble gently on her ear lobes which made Sarah breathe faster. I pushed my hardened crotch against her ass and groped her breasts from under her shirt. I played with her nipples and pinched them gently. I whispered in her ears again, ‘pull your panties down’, without a word, Sarah silently pull them down.

I went under the covers, pulled her tee up and helped myself to her breast. They were a pair of ‘B cups’ and my lips was sucking them raw while my hand is massaging the other. I could feel Sarah’s breathing getting faster. I trailed kisses down her sternum to her belly and I felt Sarah spreading her legs. Sarah was already moist, and I went in for a taste. I gave a long slow lick on her clit and I felt Sarah’s whole body shuddered. I held her thighs apart and buried my face in her crotch. I feasted on her pussy, toying with that clit with my tongue. All I heard was Sarah’s moans getting intensified and her pulling on my hair. I slipped 2 fingers in her wet pussy and this caused Sarah to arch her back, I fingered her slowly while playing with her clit. I felt Sarah’s body froze and she said don’t stop. Sarah let out a long moan and I knew she just climaxed.

Sarah was still lying down trying to catch her breath. I stood on my knees over her chest with my cock fully erected in front of her face. I told her to be a good girl and open her mouth, Sarah smiled and held my cock in her hand. Her hands were cold, she licked my precum and started on the dickhead. Slowly, she was taking bit by bit into her mouth. I was enjoying the attention she was giving my cock, and indeed Sarah’s lips were such a turn on, perfect blowjob lips. It was so good that I pulled out and came all over her chest. Sarah smiled and licked her lips together; it was such a turn on.

I told Sarah that I wasn’t done and asked her to get on all fours, she smiled and said no. Instead, she pushed me around to lean on the headboard and straddled me. She took my cock, gave it a few tugs and rubbed it against her pussy. Slowly she sat down on it. Sarah began to rock herself up and down, all I saw was her breasts bobbing up and down. I held on to her waist as she rocked herself faster and occasionally biting her nipples which made her aroused even more.

I got up and pushed Sarah down on the bed. I placed several pillows below her bum so that her pussy sticks out to me. I pushed my entire length in her, Sarah’s eyes were closed and she was biting her lips, enjoying every moment of this. I fucked Sarah till I felt her pussy walls contracting against my cock and I knew she was going to cum. I went faster and did not stop till I came in her pussy as well.

We were dead exhausted after this and I spend the night with her.

The next day, we did not get to work together on the flight back home. We stayed in contact and remained friends.

And yes, I fucked her the morning after too..

#fantasies

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sharperthewriter · 5 years

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Chapter 24 of SFV

Chapter 24 - Day 2: Passing Ships

(2:50pm)

"Here we are, Stoppable troops! South Dakota!" Kim exclaimed as the Stoppable-mobile crossed the state line from Nebraska to South Dakota. "We are going to enjoy a full week of family time and good turkey!"

She then asked her husband.

"Ron, can you check and see if the lemon squares are still good in the back?"

Ron peered his head and saw the container that had the squares.

"They're good so far, KS!" Ron replied.

"Good! We need to make sure they do not get smushed up by any means."

"So that means we're here?" Justin asked from the back seat.

"Nope!" Kim said with a smile, "We still have about 3 1/2 hours of driving left."

"AWWWWWWW!"

Both the Stoppable kids moaned in the back seat, for they were going to have to deal with nothing but the boring South Dakota prairie all around them.

(French Narrator: 30 minutes later)

The Stoppable-mobile continued its way onward up US 83 north to get to Murdo, which was an hour away from their current point. They had just passed the small 1,000-soul town of Mission.

Kim put her hands on the steering wheel, her fingers gripping the rubber. It was relatively peaceful in the van with the rest of the Stoppables sound asleep It seems that all of the issues of the first day and the whole issue with the camper's tire today was behind them.

All of a sudden, she then heard the motor of a convertible. She had not seen a car on 83 for a good solid 15 miles.

Huh? Who could that be in this patch of God-forsaken-knows where?

Looking behind her, Kim saw the convertible, red in color, coming from behind. It was going at least the speed limit, which was 65 miles an hour. The motor of the car didn't wake up the other Stoppables because they were in a deep sleep. The convertible finally caught up to the minivan in the other lane because a) there were no other cars around for miles and b) there was no solid line, so other cars could pass the Stoppable-mobile.

Kim then studied the well-built young man. She estimated him to be in his late-20s, early 30s, He was very well-built, toned, and muscular and was smiling at her. He was also wearing a white tank top to show off the said muscular frame of his and baggy jeans that were a size too big for him, for it showed off his green tartan boxers and he was wearing said jeans below his buttocks.

But the two physical traits that were a dead giveaway to whom he was were a) his blue eyes and b) those frosted tips that he still styled on his hair.

It can't be!

Kim couldn't believe her eyes. Deep within the recesses of her memory bank, she finally knew who he was.

It was none other than her old crush: Joshua Wendell Mankey. This was the first time in almost 13 years that the two had seen each other face to face.

Kim exactly recalled the last time she had seen...or heard about...Josh.

(late-March 2006)

It seemed so quiet and peaceful within the hallowed halls at Middleton High. Kim, a junior at that point like the rest of her friends, grabbed her books from her locker. She didn't have to worry much with cheer practice now that both football and basketball seasons were over so practices were scaled back to just twice a week as opposed to four times a week. But something else occupied the student body at the high school, a four-letter word that elicits beautiful dresses and young boys on the verge of becoming men in tuxedos in a matter of the next three weeks.

Prom.

Everyone else,especially the cheer squad, was trying to figure out who was going to date whom. The star QB, Brick Flagg, was absolutely no contest. It was Bonnie whom was going to take him to the prom, though she wished he would stop staring at the girl with the giant hoops at the mall. As for Jessica, she was with Steve Foley. And for Tara, she had Josh Mankey by her side. For Kim, though, she was SOL. Her missions of saving the world from maniacal villains with global conquest dreams left her very little time in the way of dating. Bonnie, of course, mocked Kim endlessly for this, but the redhead usually ignored her banter.

Jessica, that day, came up to Kim and asked, "Heya, Kim!"

"Hey, Jess! What's the sitch?" Kim asked.

"Oh, you know that we have that chemistry test coming up on Friday, right?" Jess questioned.

"Yeah, I recall Barkin saying something about that. No need to worry, though. I'm going to ace it!" Kim exclaimed.

"Well, I got a text from Ron saying that he may need some help studying." Jess said, pulling out a text from her flipphone of Ron asking for help.

"That's so not like him." Kim said, "He's usually...how do I put it in his words...chillaxin' to a Scamper and Bitey marathon or challenging Rufus to a nacho stacking contest at Bueno Nacho."

"He may have had a change of heart as of late." Jess replied. "He and Tara need help in Chemistry class: Ron from a D to a C and Tara from a C to a B. So I have come up with the idea of a study group to help the both of them out."

"Yes..." Kim replied, knowing that one of the only classes Tara was struggling in her junior year was Chemistry. "...that is a very excellent idea! Why don't we gather at my house for Thursday night before that test on Friday!"

"Sure! What about 6pm?" Jess asked for a time.

"Sounds spankin' to me!" Kim replied, "And can you send a text to her, Monique, Zita and Felix about it as well!

"Sure do!" Jess replied.

(A couple of days later)

"Do we have everyone on board?" Kim asked. It was Thursday evening in front of her house and the sun was going down.

"I'm more than ready to take on Barkin's Chemistry test tomorrow..." Ron said, holding his chemistry book, "...I hope." Rufus, from his pocket, was holding the periodic table.

"I think we do." Zita said. She looked around and saw herself, Felix, Kim, Ron, Monique and Jessica.

"Wait, girl, we're missing one!" Monique exclaimed, "Where's Tara?"

"Dunno...come to think of it, I haven't seen her at school all day." Jess added with concern for her cheer friend.

Kim then felt a rumble from her cell.

"I'll get that!" she said, opening up her phone.

It was a text from Tara saying: Kim, meet me in the treehouse at my house. Bring only Ron and Monique with you.

"Guess me, Ron and Mon will have to head to Tara's to see what's the matter with her." Kim said.

"But what about us?" Zita asked, looking at Felix and Jess.

"We'll meet you three at my room." Kim replied, "Right now, Tara's sitch is more important...whatever it is..."

(10 minutes later)

Kim, Ron, and Monique came to the Queen house. Monique was the first to knock on the door.

Mrs. Amelda Queen opened it.

"Oh heya, Mrs. Queen!" Monique said, waving her hand. "Is Tara around?"

Amelda said, sighing, "The poor thing has been in her tree house ever since last night. Me and Paul were trying to figure out what it was, but all we heard was sobbing from there."

"We'll investigate what it is that's bugging her!" Kim replied. "If there is anyone in our group that has known Tara longer, it's me."

The trio then reached the backyard where Tara's treehouse was.

"Tara? You up there?" Kim asked.

Her question was answered by the sound of sobs.

Recognizing the sound, the trio climbed up the stairs to where Tara was at.

"Tara? What's the sitch?" Kim asked.

Tara's normally carefully prepared wavy blond hair was all messed up. Tears were streaming down her face. She had eaten very little since last night.

"Hey...Kim..." the blonde cheerleader said with a sniffle, trying to wipe away her tars. She then tried to articulate a name.

"J...J...J...J..."

Tara then finally screamed it out loud.

"JOSH MANKEY BROKE UP WITH MEEEEEEEEE!"

She cried loudly into Kim's arms.

(5 minutes later)

After her crying subsided, Kim gave Tara another tissue. The latter blew into it and tossed it aside. Tissues were all over the place around the treehouse.

"He was kissing another girl during Spring Break while me and the family took him to the beach. Apparently Josh was more interested in girls wearing bikinis than my one-kini..." Tara explained, tears still streaming down her eyes, "When I confronted him about this at the hotel, he told me that our relationshp was done and told me to kiss a horse's butthole, to put it mildly. He transferred to Lowerton High after that."

Kim shuddered, "And to think...I had a crush on that blue-eyed cheat!"

(end of flashback)

And now, all this time later, the 'cheat' that she was referring to was now driving on a US highway, all muscular and making goo-goo eyes at her.

Kim then looked at the now-muscular Josh and then back at her husband, still asleep, picking his nose and eating the mucus in his mouth, unaware of what was going on with his wife.

Heya, Kim! It's been a very long while! Josh mouthed without articulating any sound.

Kim, an expert at reading lips, replied sternly, also not making a sound to wake up Ron.

What the Hell do you want, Josh? I do not have time for this! I am on vacation.

Wanna spend some time with me? he said silently.

Sorry, Josh, I'm taken! Kim replied with a sarcastic smirk, showing off her wedding band, Thanks for the offer though!

We'll see about that! Josh said with a wink of his eye as he pulled away from the Stoppable-mobile. The license plate, California by the design of it, had the plate of LUV ME on it.

Kim just gave a look of disgust and kept on driving the Stoppable-mobile.

#kim possible #fanfiction #stoppable family vacation

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kpop---scenarios · 6 years

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Clearly Not Enough

Pairing: Jinyoung x reader

Warning: Cheating, Swearing, Angst? Sadness

Today was going to be amazing. You had an entire evening/night planned out, and to be honest, it was perfect. It was your boyfriend, Jinyoung's birthday. You two had been together for about 4 years now and still so much inlove. Or so you thought.

Jinyoung had no idea you had planned out this evening. You had told him that you unfortunately had to work and were unable to get it off, but you would see him later on that night, around midnight. His roommates were all well aware of your plan and had agreed to make themselves scarce in the house until the following morning. You definitely owed them.

Around 6pm you made your way to his apartment. His roommates had taken him out for dinner, which gave you ample time to hide in Jinyoung's closet to start your birthday celebrations. Making yourself comfortable in the closet, you patiently waited for Jinyoung to come home. You had left your phone at home, so you wouldn't be distracted and miss the perfect opportunity to jump out at him.

Hearing the lock to the front door unlock, your great started beating faster. You were getting extremely excited to see the look on his face - when you heard a giggle. Who was that? Jinyoung does not giggle. Carefully listening you can hear 2 voices coming closer to the bedroom. One voice is Jinyoung and the other is.. a woman? Why does he have another woman here? The door to the bedroom flies open and you hear lips smacking and giggles in between.

"Fuck Jinyoung, you're so hot" the girl says. He only grunts in response.

Slowly opening the door, you peak out into the bedroom, being careful not to be noticed.. yet. The woman is tall, not quite as tall as him, she's wearing a tight red dress, her hair is curled with volume, she has black pumps on. You just know she's gorgeous, even though you can't see her face.

He's sloppily placing kisses all down her neck, while she's tugging at his shirt, wanting him to take it off. He happily obliges. The girl lowers herself to undo the buttons of his pants, black skinny jeans. The ones you bought him for his birthday last year. Kicking his jeans off the woman goes for his boxers, and let's his erection spring free. Eyeing it up before taking it all into her mouth.

Tears falling down your face, causing your vision to blur, you can't watch anymore. How could he do this? How could he cheat on you after 4 years of giving him everything. Suddenly, the sadness is tossed to the side and rage takes over.

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you stand up and bust out the the closet.

"What the actual fuck, Jinyoung". A scream leaves the womans mouth, which still has his cock in it. He quickly pushes her away from him and pulls up his boxers.

"B-baby, it's not what you think" he stutters causing you to roll your eyes.

"So you're not cheating on me then? This is just all an optical illusion? Save it and shove it up your ass Park Jinyoung" you yell at him. Turning to walk away, he grabs your arm to stop you.

"Where are you going?" He asks, panicked.

"Where the fuck do you think I'm going? I'm leaving your pathetic ass. All you have to say for yourself is it's not what you think? Shows how much you rely don't care. Can't believe I wasted 4 years on you, and this is what you do to me?"

"Baby, she means nothing to me. I promise. It was a mistake! Please, I love you!" He cries. The woman looking rather offended.

"You know, I really did love you. But I will never forgive you for this. Go to hell Jinyoung". You say, with tears streaming down your face. You really meant it. You did love him. You gave him everything in the last 4 years. You were there through everything and this is what it gets you? No thanks.

Holding your head high, with tears still streaming down you face you walk out of the apartment. Closing the door you hear a pleading Jinyoung behind you, begging you not to go, just to talk to him but you can't. Not yet.

30 minutes later you make it to your house. Making your way over to where you left your phone, you see a bunch of messages from Jinyoung's roommates. They're asking you where you are, telling you Jinyoung took off and they don't know where, text them when you get their messages. You decide to call up Jaebum.

"Hello?"

"Hi.. its y/n"

"Hey! Did Jinyoung make it back to the apartment? No one could reach either of you so I'm guessing things went well?" He asked.

You sniffle and let a few more tears run down your face.

"Y/n? Are you crying? What's going on?" He asks

"He showed up." You say.

"Oh that's go.." he starts.

"With another woman".

"What? What do you mean y/n? Jinyoung would never do that to you. He loves you way too much" Jaebum tells you.

"I thought so. But I guess we were both wrong. He was hooking up with her when i finally busted out of the closet. I couldn't take it anymore. He told me it's not what it looks like. Dumbass".

He chuckles. "Y/n I really am sorry. Do you need anything? Can we do anything? You're on speaker and they all heard".

"Do you want me to kick his ass!?" A voice asks, Jackson.

"No Jackson, and let's be honest you're kind of afraid of him anyways" you laugh. They all agree. "I just wanna be left alone for a while, I'll figure call you guys soon" you say.

"Let us know if you need anything, y/n" says Bambam, with Yugyeom shouting out a yeah to agree.

"Will do. Later boys." You hung up the phone.

Stripping down out of your clothes, you get into a hot shower. Trying to scrub the memories away from what you witnessed this evening. You can't stop the tears from falling down your face. You really thought you would have run out of tears by now.

Getting out of the shower, you put on your comfiest PJs and go down to your kitchen. Raiding your cupboards you find some chips, chocolate and tequila. Perfect. Snuggling up on the couch, you turn on Netflix to find one of the sappiest and saddest movies there is. Here we go, The Notebook. Pressing play, taking a swig of tequila and a bite of chocolate you get ready to cry alot more.

About half way through the movie your doorbell rings. And rings. And rings. Partially drunk, you stop your movie and stumble to your door, up on opening it you're faced with a tear eyed, red puffy faced Jinyoung.

"Y/n.. please. Please talk to me" he pleads. Stepping out of the way, you let him in.

Sitting on the couch you look at him to begin.

"I-I don't even know what to say to be honest. I don't have a reason for doing it.. I.. I just.. " he says.

"Did I do something? Was I not good enough?" You ask, with a shakey voice.

"No! Oh god no, y/n you were, are amazing. She was new and it was different and I got caught up.. and you said you weren't going to be over until midnight.. I didn't think".

"So you're reasoning is because you thought I wouldn't be around so you wouldn't get caught? What the fuck. Glad to know I meant so much to you" you spit. "Get out Jinyoung. I've gotten all the closure I need".

"Closure? What? I wanted to work things out y/n! Not break up!" He cries.

"Too late. You should have never cheated. You should have talked to me about your feelings and maybe we could have worked something out. I refuse to feel like this ever again. Don't call me, don't text me, just forget about me Jinyoung." You say as you push him out the door.

"I really do love you though!" He cries.

"Clearly not enough" you say, slamming the door in his face for one last time.

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It was a rainy night, as Kamilla made her way home in the 6pm traffic, she had a long and tiring day, and couldn’t wait to get home to unwind from with a nice glass of her favorite moscato, and a warm bath, in her new luxurious tub. Would be nice to get a nice massage and some sweet love, made to her but she and her boyfriend Ridge wasn’t speaking, all because she told him she thinks it's time he propose to her, but he wants to know what’s her rush, shit its been 3 years, how long he thinks I should wait? So getting sex was definitely a no no tonight.

As she entered her gap, she saw a car in her driveway and from the looks of it, it sure looked like Ridge's 2017 2 door KIA Coupe parked, Kamilla shook her head, and thought to herself, I hope he isn't about any drama tonight, cause I'm not in the mood. She parks her car and sat for a few minutes to gather her bag and laptop.

Reaching the door she reached for her keys to open it, only to realize it was unlocked. Getting pissed, and saying to herself, this man gotta be crazy leaving my door open. She opened the door ready to tell him off, but when she entered a delicious smell of something cooking hit her nostrils making her stomach grumble. She took steps closer to the kitchen to see him standing by the stove stirring something in a saucepan, now how in hell can I tell him off when he came out in the pouring rain to cook for me. Added to that he’s looking sexy as ever, wearing a black t-shirt and my favorite type of jeans on him, those slim fit kind, that hug his bow legs so sexy, my rosy gave a lil jump of delight and I got moist as I stood watching him. It’s crazy the effect he has on me and my “Rosy”, lol yes my vagina has a name.

All this while he hadn’t even heard me came in, I was vex again, a damn robber could have been in here and he wouldn’t even know. As I was opening my mouth to cuss him out. He turned off the stove, and turned around the same time, flashing a smiling saying “you thought I didn’t know you were here huh”. I just glared at him, he continued “you know you kill that Nude by Rihanna to, so the scent is stuck on me”. Walking up to me he placed his hands on my hips and squeeze, sigh he knows I like that shit. Staring at me he leans in to kiss me, as mad as I was, I can’t deny his kisses with lips so soft and kissable. I opened my mouth and his tongue slid in to tease mine swirling around and sucking on my tongue, just how I like. I know he’s horny cause that’s one of his ways to tell.

Our kissing grew more intense and raunchy, I was getting so wet, like Lord I wanted him. All my anger had left my body, I reached for his head to pull him closer to kiss him then pushed his head towards my neck, he's know that’s my spot and started placing soft kisses trailing down to my collar-bone. I released his head an unbuttoned my shirt, I wanted to feel his hands on my breast. He placed his hand on my left breast and squeeze it, I moaned it feels so good, he starts caressing my breast through my bra, I’m so turned on, I want him to free them from confinement and take them in his mouth. He pulls away from me and said “sit” pointing to one of the kitchen table chairs and take off your shirt. I sat down and did as I was told, all the while staring at him and breathing deeply. He walks to me and kneels down, he took my breasts in both hands and started to suck my nipples through my bra, Oh gawd, yes I said, don’t stop. Expertly he unclasped by bra from behind, and pulled it off, exposing my bare breasts to him, he greedily sucked on them. I'm so caught up my eyes rolled back in my head, he started placing kisses on my stomach making a sweet trail downwards to the waist of my skirt. He motions for me to raise my hips, and slips my skirt off exposing my pink La Perla panties to match my bra. He licks his lips and started to caress my legs working his way up to my thighs, all the way to my “Rosy”. He then replaced his hands with his lips, sucking and kissing my sweets inner thighs, I slid my body down in the chair and opened my legs wider to give him easier access to “her”. He took two of his finger and placed on “her” gently yet firmly making circular motions on my clit, it feels so good, I started rotating my waist to match his motions, so smoothly he moves my panties to the side and pushes two fingers into “rosy”, l arched my back and groaned, he was making me feel so damn good. “Taste me” “lick me” I said, he chuckles and said “no, not till I’m ready”. Oh jeez he just loves to torment me, he places another finger in me and started thrusting faster and faster, I gipped the chair seat because of the sensations going through me. Suddenly he stops and pulled my legs further open and put his head between my legs and started to suck on my clit. Oh gosh, my head flick backwards and my eyes rolled to the back of my head, I grabbed his head while telling him “not to fucking stop I’m gonna cum. He continues licking and sucking my outer lips and clit, I’m so close to the edge I call feel it. “Don’t move your head baby, don’t move I’m gonna cum, he licks and slurps my “rosy”. My legs start to tremble, my toes curled, I’m cumminnnnnngggggggg, I screamed, as my sweet nectar, gushed out of me and unto his tongue, my legs went limp, he still continued sucking but I pushed his head away and told him to stand.

As he stood, he started to unbuckle his pants, letting it drop to the floor, his dick is harder than a concrete pillar. It stook so far out his boxer, I can’t wait to taste him, eagerly I pull down his boxers to stare at his dark chocolate, I love how he feels in my hand, I massaged his head ever so softly while massaging his balls, he moans with delight, I bent and places my mouth on his dick, slowly inching my way further and further down, trying to get all of my favorite chocolate treat, He grabs the back of my head and pushes himself further in my mouth, I gagged and water filled my eyes but I don’t stop. I slowly slide my mouth up his dick, right to the tip and started making love to it, he loves when I do this. He groans and say “your gonna make me cum Kam, if you keep sucking me like this”.

Slowly he pulls his dick from my mouth, while raising me to stand, he held my face between his and pulled me in for a kiss. I wanted him so bad I couldn’t wait anymore, I broke our kiss and said “fuck me, Ridge” and grabbed his dick, he laughed while turning me around to back him. “Take that sexy panty off and place your left leg on the chair babe”. I did as he said and push my ass up, so he can see ”Rosy” in all of her rosy-ness. He grabs my hips and slow slid into me, my pussy is so wet, that as he moves she makes squishing sounds, he starts going faster and faster and I throw my fat ass back to meet him stroke for stroke

He pulls out of me and said “babe your sweetness is creaming all over my cock” I turned over my shoulder and winked at him. I got off the chair and took his hand and led him to the living room where laid on my back on my fluffy black carpet, He positioned himself between my legs and guided his cock into me, his cock rubs on my g-spot as he moves inside me, words can’t describe how his dick is fucking with my brain. I raised my legs up and held them, so he can go even deeper into “Rosy” he thrusts and pumps his thick dick inside me. I’m so close to coming oh my the sweet pleasure, I pulled him to me and said “baby make me cum” then slid my tongue into his mouth kissing him deeply. He starts moving slowly and deep inside me, I’m gonna cum I can feel it and he wants to cum to. “Softly he says Kam I’m ready to make you cum, cum for me babe,” suddenly he starts pumping faster and faster. “Oh gawd Ridge baby I'm cumming, I'm cumming I shouted, as all my juices started running down my legs. He “says yes babe I'm cumming to and with one last thrust, emptied his seed inside of me. So spent he laid his head on my chest, minutes later, he raised his head to look into my eyes and said, “I love you Kamilla, you mean so much to me. I know sometimes I act like a total ass, but you’re the woman for me. He paused then said Kamilla Natasha Edwards, will you marry me?”

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jusholdme · 6 years

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Neighbor I

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N

RATING: R (SMUT + FLUFF)

WORD COUNT: 5,305

REQUESTED: No

I might make another part to this if you guys like it! Also, I didn’t proof read it lol so sorry if there are any mistakes. - S

Neighbor Harry has an issue with Y/N’s music, and decides that he has to confront her about it.

Sunday, 3/3/18

“ Is it too late to say sorry? Cause I’m missing more than just your body.”

Y/N shouted singing along to Justin’s voice. It was a quiet Sunday, just a day before she had to go back to work. This meant that today was the day to relax. She had planned the entire day to literally do nothing, but chill in her pajamas. It was currently 6pm, and she had been pretty successful in her quest in achieve a relaxing day. She was currently laying down in her coach listening to whatever was playing on the radio.

“Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na.

He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na”

Y/N lived in an apartment complex in downtown Manhattan. It wasn’t much, but for a single lady in the city, it was enough. She had spent days trying to perfect it and now as she laid down in her coach, she realized that her quaint little apartment was everything she wanted it to be.

“ I deserve some wine.” She spoke to herself turning on her heel to walk towards the kitchen cupboard. Picking up a glass, she poured a reasonable amount of red wine. Y/N was a person who could really handle her alcohol, which is why she wasn’t really worried about the consequences that it might bring. Closing her eyes, she swizzled the addictive liquid around her cup listening to the music.

“And I hope I never see the day. That you move on and be happy without me.”

She sang along slowly raising the volume. Y/N swore that her hearing had been deteriorating by how loudly she played her music. However, tonight that was not a worry as she blasted her music trying to enjoy the alcohol that was slowly entering her system. She had found peace in herself as she moved her body with the beat of the song.

On the other side of the room, laid a not so peaceful individual. Harry. Harry had spent the last day partying with a friend who had just turned 24. He’d been bedridden all day with the desire to just sleep away his hangover. He however had no such luck, Harry tried to be open minded at first, but as the clock ticked towards 7pm, he couldn’t seem to stop the anger boiling inside him. All he wanted was a day of peace and quiet. At first he hated to be a burden, but enough was enough. He dragged himself outside of his neighbor’s door. They had spoken once or twice before, but nothing of length. He had thought she was pretty, but soon to his dismay found that she was actually in a relationship, or at least that’s how it seemed. Ever Friday a male with light brown hair with an extraordinary sense of style came knocking at her door. He seemed to always be carry some sort of gift whether it be a bottle of wine or just plain old take out. Harry had never spoken to him, but he’d seemed friendly enough to always smile in his direction. When reaching her door, Harry was surprised to hear the actual intensity of the music.

How could she be listening to music so loud?

Harry knocked on the wooden door twice before he heard any sort of movement inside. There was a sound of shuffling before she swung the door open. Dressed in just a white button down long sleeve shirt, she stared at Harry before handing him a $20.

She gave him a quick smile. “ You can keep the change.” She said.

“ What? No. I’m not here to deliver.” He chuckled at the seemingly confused girl. Her eyebrows creased before her eyes opened in realization.

“ Oh my, I’m so sorry!” She proclaimed raising one of her hands towards her mouth. “ You’re Harry! I’m sorry; I just called for some pizza.” She said sheepishly trying to cover her face in embarrassment. A part of her was dying. How could she had been so oblivious. Harry was like no other, his features one of a models, and the mere fact that she was speaking to him with just her pajamas, and fuzzy socks made her want to be swallowed by the earth.

Harry couldn’t help, but laugh at her mistake finding her to be quite adorable. “ It’s okay, it happens.” He said reassuring her.

She gave him a toothy smile. “ So what can I do for you?” Harry almost forgot what his intentions where for coming here.

“ Oh... yeah I just wanted to ask if yeh could lower the volume-“ Y/N quickly realized how inconsiderate she had been. She wasn’t use to living in an apartment, and for a while she had almost forgotten the thinness of the walls. “ Of course, I’m so sorry. “ she apologized feeling like she was making a spectacle of herself.

“ Yeh kno’ it’s not good to listen to music tha’ loud.” He teased.

—

Sunday, 3/10/18

“She can’t be serious?” Harry thought as he laid on his couch trying to watch a football game.

It had been exactly a week since he’d been there trying to get her to lower her music. It seemed as if she was having a party ever single Sunday. Harry was no stranger to loud music being a musician, or at least trying to start as one. However, he understood that at 9pm it was no time to be playing the latest track of his favorite artist. A part of him didn’t want to go ask her again, but he had an early morning at the bakery tomorrow. By his third knock, the door swung open. However, Y/N was not standing by the door, to Harry’s surprise it was the Friday boy.

“ Well, hello there.” The boy grinned leaning against the doorframe. “ What can I do for ya?”

Harry monumentally stunned by the confidence of this man in front of him. He was shirtless with just a pair of gold boxers. Harry could feel his face grow hot. “ I- uh I’m sorry is Y/N here? I was going to ask her if she could lower the volume of the music.”

“ Oh Y/N isn’t here, but I’ll turn it down for ya. Unlesssss.” He gave him a wink. “ Ya want to keep me company, then I’ll make sure it’s loud.”

Realization hit Harry like a truck, well, sorta. Was this guy hitting on him? Was he not Y/N’s boyfriend? Harry stood in front of the barely dressed overconfident man with an exasperated look right before there was an elevator ding.

“ Harry!” A voice called before both men averted their attention towards the girl running towards them. “ I’m sorry, I told Nick not to play the music so loud tonight.” She said. Her eyes shooting daggers at Nick before continuing, “ I knew you had to work at the bakery early tomorrow so I knew you’d be upset if there was music playing all night.”

Harry could feel his heart swell up at the fact that she had remembered his schedule. “ It’s fine, you guys can play music. Maybe a bit lower, so I can get some sleep though.”

“ Honestly, I would have played it even louder if I knew what a hottie Harry actually was.” Nick said unapologetically shrugging his shoulders.

“ Nick! Stop it you’re making him uncomfortable.” Y/N said chucking feeling her face heat up. “ I’m sorry, Harry. This is my annoying best friend, Nick.”

Harry could feel the corner of his lips rise. Best friend. A part of him knew the second he spoke to him that they weren’t dating, but a little reassurance never hurt anyone. “ Nice to meet yeh, Nick.” He extended his arm towards Nick.

“ My pleasure, handsome.” Nick spoke shaking Harry’s hand. “ You know as much as I want ya for myself, you should know that Y/N is single. When I say single, I mean like super single. “

“ Nicolas! Stop it!” Y/N shouted feeling embarrassed. Her hand swatting Nick’s shoulder. “ I hate you.”

—

Tuesday, 3/27/18

Harry had spent the past two weeks trying to figure out when would be the perfect time to ask Y/N to go out with him. After the situation with Nick, Y/N and him grew incredibly close. I mean it all really started in laundry room. They both seemed to love doing laundry at the same time every Tuesday night. It was a weekday night which meant that it was fairly empty, sometimes even completely empty for hours at an end. At first, Y/N was a bit shocked to see Harry down there with her since she’d been doing laundry for months always at the same time, but Harry swore it was just pure coincidence. Of course, Y/N didn’t mind having another person down there with here. Night time alone in a basement with only the sound of machines spinning can be quite scary.

Y/N had never been obsessive with her looks especially to just go do laundry. However as of lately, she cant help but try to look a bit nicer than her usual toothpaste stained t-shirt and pajama shorts. She’s been going for the: girl next door look. Her hair messy, but not messed up. The outfit was simple, but it also held a cute factor. She had just started to load her clothes into the machine when she heard footsteps walking down the metal staircase.

“ Always beat me to it, don’t yeh?” Harry chuckled as he saw her already pouring detergent down the machine.

“ You’re just too slow.” Y/N spoke turning around to look at him. He was wearing a ruffled flower pattern blouse with black jeans. His boots tapped on the wooden floor as he walked towards the machine next to her.

“ Not my fault tha’ the highlight of my Tuesday nigh’ isn’ doing laundry. Unlike some people.” He teased opening the worn out machine. They definitely needed to complain to the landlord for some new machines, especially with the new raise on the monthly rent.

Y/N glared at him, but couldn’t lie that she had been waiting all day for this, for them to talk. “ I have so much things to do.”

Closing the machine’s door. “ Oh really? Tell me all bout’ your day then?”

Y/N broke into a smile. “ Okay um I woke up early to go class. Then since I spilled some coffee on my shirt, I had to rush back home to change for work. Oh oh! The craziest thing happened, I found ten dollars when I stopped by the grocery store home! I was buying some cereal for breakfast tomorrow.”

“ So the highlight of your day was stopping to get cereal, and finding ten dollars?” He laughed at her childlike excitement.

“ Yes.” She said as if that was the most obvious thing ever. “ What was your highlight?”

“ Oh um I uh I finished my third song today.” He said feeling a bit silly to be sharing this with her. It wasn’t a big accomplishment especially if he wasn’t getting any recognition for it, but a part of him was extremely excited.

Y/N gave him a toothy grin. “ What? Omg that’s so good!” She exclaimed excitedly.

“ You’re album is going to be done so soon! What are you going to name it?”

Harry felt his a smile tug on his lips. No one ever cared enough to have a conversation about it with him. “ Don’ kno’ actually.” He said feeling embarrassed. “ It’s not going to be done anytime soon.”

“ Oh come on Harry!” She laughed. “ You’re so ambitious, you’ll be done in no time.” She seemed so sure of Harry, and that’s what makes him do what he did after. His hands gripped her waist pulling her body towards his. A gasp left her lips as he connected their lips together. She felt a tingle in her stomach as one of his arm placed itself on her hair while their lips molded together in an attempt to push their bodies impossibly closer.

“ I’m sorry.” Harry mumbled pulling away. “ I didn’t mean to just-“

“ It’s okay, Harry.” Y/N smiled connecting their lips briefly again. “ Been waiting for you to do something.”

Harry smiled feeling as if a weight has been pulled off his chest. “ Just wan’ to tell yeh I think yeh are amazing.” His hand wandered towards her lower back pulling her closer to his body. “ I wan’ to ask yeh out on a date. Maybe dinner? “ His eyes gleamed with excitement as they met hers. “ Jus’ wan’ to treat yeh like the princess yeh are.”

Y/N could have sworn that her heart skipped a beat. “ Of course, Harry. I would love to go out on a date with you.” A loud bang coming from the washer ruined their moment, but it was still perfect for Harry.

—

Monday, 4/23/18

“ His birthday is in a couple of days, and I still have no idea what to get Nick!” Y/N groan feeling defeated.

“ I’m sure whatever yeh get him, he’ll love.” Harry said turning around to give his girlfriend a kiss on her forehead. “ Yeh kno’ he gets excited over everything.”

“ I know, but I want to give him something as special as what he gave me last year.” She whined turning over to face Harry. “ He got me an album with yearly momentum’s of our friendship, and a bracelet with our initials!”

Harry’s pointer finger, and thumb went under her chin making her look up at him. Her pouted lip tempting Harry as he looked down at her with a smile. “ Princess, yeh kno’ him better than anyone else. I’m sure you’ll get him something amazing.” Harry’s words make her feel more comfort than she’d dare to admit. They’ve only been dating for a few weeks, but if they’re honest, they haven’t been a part a single day, that’s the perk of dating your neighbor. “ Now come on, yeh promised me we’d watch rom coms all day.”

When Harry had said he loved rom coms, Y/N might have underestimated the actual intensity of his love for the genre. They had just finished watching their third rom com when she felt Harry pull her closer to him. Her head gently laying down on his chest.

“ Your hair is tickling me.” She giggled.

“ Is it?” He smiled moving his head so his curls would rub against her face a bit more.

“ How about now?”

“ Take your greasy hair away from me!” She playfully shouted pushing him away.

Harry’s lips formed into a playful pout as he moved his hand over his chest. “ Ouch, thought yeh liked my curls.”

“ Oh Of course, I do.” Her hand delicately reaching to push back the one strand that had fallen to the front of his face. “ Makes you so much more handsome.”

Harry smirked. “ Oh yeah? Yeh think m’ handsome?”

She shyly nodded her head. “ Yeah, you’re like a model with great hair.” Why he wasn’t one really baffled Y/N.

“ A model?” He laughed showing his pearly whites. “ Think yeh are the one who is the model here.”

Y/N shook her head. “ Don’t agree.”

“ Then I think yeh might need to get your eyes checked.” Harry’s hand reached towards her waist pulling her up for a kiss.

“ My beautiful girl.” She turned her face to the side, feeling embarrassed. “ Don’ look away from me, petal. M’ tryin’ to look at your pretty face.”

“ Stop, Harry. You’re making me blush.” Y/N squirmed trying to get away from him, but Harry’s hands just tightened around her more.

“ I can’ look at my girlfriend?” He placed his forehead against hers. “ Don’t think tha’ is reasonable.” His lips attaching themselves to hers again. Harry could feel her body become less tense as he slowly moved his hand towards her lower back.

“ M’ lucky.” He mumbled against her lips. His thumb making patterns on the exposed skin on her lower back. Y/N no longer wanted to get away from him, but move as close as possible. His soft lips made her weak on the knees and she found herself craving them everywhere. Their bodies moved in rhythm as their tongues battled against each other. “ Pretty girl.” He whispered pulling away. Her lips red and puffy brought joy to Harry. Y/N’s fingers grazed the side of his face finding his perfectness to be unreal. How did someone so beautiful be single for so long

She playfully ran the edge of her index finger across the skin of his jaw before wincing. Blowing on the skin of her finger. “ Ouch, you got a sharp jaw.”

Harry’s eyes crinkled a lil by the smile that etched on its face. “ All yours.” His lips quickly peaking hers before they moved towards her neck. “ Yeh smell familiar.” He mumbled placing butterfly like kisses against her skin. He finds the perfect spot to settle himself on in the crook of her neck. His hair still tickling her, but she had no intentions of pulling him away.

“ Took your body wash.” She giggled. “ Got it when I came over the other day.” Her voice a mere whimper when she felt his teeth graze against the skin of her neck.

“ I was lookin’ fo’ it.” He groans. “ Thought I lost it.” He went back to her neck.

“ Well you did lose it. I’m not giving it back.” Yelping, she squinted her eyes towards Harry. “ Don’t bite me, you vampire!”

“ I mean, I had to do something. Can’ be nice to a thief.” He said, smiling against the crook of her neck. His fingers smoothing the sensitive skin.

“ But I’m a thief you like, that’s different.” She smiled. “ I get special treatment. Get to take your hoodies and maybe steal a few of those rings you always have on.” She winked. She moves her hand towards his broad ones. Their fingers encase each other as she brings his hand up until they are inline with her eyesight. “ I like the rose one.” She admires.

Harry’s looking with her now. He notices how her fingers run across every crevice of his rings. “ I like it too.” He said. His thumb goes under his finger sliding the ring off. “ Since m’ so nice. I’ll let yeh try it on.”

Y/N turned her head towards him feeling a sudden sense of happiness. “ Wow I must be a good thief.” She teases feeling him place the cold metal on her hand. Harry’s fingers move to grab it once he registers her words, but Y/N is faster. Her palm clenches against the metal, “ Ah, not so fast!” She laughs pulling her palm towards her chest. “ It’s mine now.” She grins only opening it slightly in a teasingly manor to peak at it. Smiling, Harry grabs her hand quickly. With his strength, he pries open her delicate fingers. His index finger quickly picking it up.

“ Ah shouldn’t have done that, petal.” He tuts pulling it away from her. “ Yeh have to be nice.”

“ I am nice! I was just kidding.” Y/N pouts crossing her arms over her chest. Harry couldn’t help but smile at her flustered face.

“ Spoiled tha’ is what you are.” His voice taking a teasing tone. “ Don’ kno’ if yeh deserve any more of my stuff.”

“ Woah slow down, cowboy.” She folded her legs beneath her butt. Her hand reaching towards his chest. “ I think you need to think about that a little more.”

“ No, I think I’m good.” He grins showing off his bulky front teeth. “ Don’t think yeh been a good girl.” His voice condescending, but the smile on his lips contradicting everything.

“ What? I’ve been very good!” She gasps.

“ Baked you cookies the other day didn’t I?”

“ Petal, those cookies where from the bakery down stairs.” He chuckled putting the ring back on his finger. Her eyes followed the metal down with an opened mouth.

“ What? I’ve been very good!” She gasps.

“ Baked you cookies the other day didn’t I?”

“ Petal, those cookies where from the bakery down stairs.” He chuckles putting the ring back on his finger. Her eyes followed the metal down with an opened mouth.

“ Well, this princess wants to try on your ring.”

“ Wan’ to that bad? Fine.”

She turned towards him so quick, her body almost fell on him earning her a giggle from Harry. “ Be careful.”

“ Give me.” Her hands reached towards his before he pulled his away.

“ Well, this princess wants to try on your ring.”

“ Wan’ to that bad? Fine.”

She turned towards him so quick, her body almost fell on him earning her a giggle from Harry. “ Be careful.”

“ Give me.” Her hands reached towards his before he pulled his away.

His hand gently placed itself on her right cheek. “ Yeh are so pretty.” He muttered more to himself than her. His thumb plucked her bottom lip before slowly pulling it open. “ If yeh wan’ it. Yeh are goin’ to have to take it with your mouth.” He whispered steadily etching his index finger in her hot mouth.

Y/N felt her face heat up. His thick finger felt heavy against her tongue. She has never done this or anything near it; but Harry looked so into it, she knew she couldn’t disappoint him. Her lips wrapped around his finger letting her tongue run through it. Harry groaned watching her eyebrows furrow in concentration as she tried to move the metal with her tongue.

“ Doin’ a proper good job, princess.” He whispers catching his bottom lip between his teeth at the sight of her. Her puffed out cheeks, and widen eyes made him weak on the knees. Her eyes gleamed with victory as she finally got the ring to move. Harry swears that his breath got caught on his throat the second she started to suck on his finger. The ring itching closer to the tip of his finger by the second. With a pop, the ring was in her mouth.

“ Did it!” Y/N gleamed taking the ring off her tongue. Harry couldn’t help but stare as she wiped the ring against the coach cushions.

“ For fucks sake.” He mumbled wrapping his arm around her body. “ Tha’ was hot.” He breathed.

“ Just did it for the ring.” She said sheepishly looking down at the ring. Y/N wasn’t use to that sort of attention, especially not from someone as hot as Harry.

“ Try it on then.” He insisted. “ Yeh earned it.”

Glancing up at him through her eyelashes, she lets out a giggle before sliding the ring into her middle finger. “ It’s pretty, but its not as pretty as you though.” she lets out earning her a hearty laugh from Harry.

“ Oy I’m the funny one in this relationship.” He teases. “ Can’t be taking me job.” She can’t help, but laugh along with him even though he was technically insulting her. His smile was contagious.

—

Tuesday, 4/15/18

Harry and Y/N had spent the entire day baking, or at least trying to. Her apartment was filled with uncleaned bowls of cookie dough, and half eaten containers of frosting.

“ You need to clean up faster.” Y/N looks around the room. “ Made a mess.”

Harry was currently trying to get the cookies that were stuck on the baking tray off as Y/N sat across from him on the kitchen island.

“ Would finish faster if yeh helped.” He quipped turning around to look at how she sat eating the only few savable cookies. “ Don’t think its fair ‘m the only one cleaning’.”

Y/N gasped looking down at her lap. “ I- I’m so offended!” She exclaimed. “ Don’t you think I’m cleaning? This plate isn’t going to clear itself out is it?” Her witty remark has her doubling over in laughter. Harry just shook his head finally giving up on the baking tray.

“ That wasn’t even that funny, love.” He chuckles watching as she throws her head back in laughter.

“ What happened to your sense of humor?” She jokes tilting her to the side as she she’s him walk towards her. “ Use to be so funny.”

“ I think I still got it actually.” He smirks leaning g closer. “ Just like this.” Before Y/N could figure out what he meant, harry’s finger spread frosting on her cheek.

“ Oh God!” Y/N shouts stunned laughing at his childish behavior. “Unbelievable.” She shakes her head at his grinning smile. “ Now, I have to leave you to take a shower.”

However, Harry had other plans. His hand was quick to place itself on her knees stopping all her movements. “ Nonsense.” He muttered. “ I can clean yeh up.” His hand pushed her thighs a part before moving to stand between them. His right hand goes to cup her cheek as his thumb slowly wipes the frosting off. “ See good as new.” He smiles bringing his thumb towards his own mouth. Y/N watched as Harry sucked the frosting off his finger. The atmosphere suddenly not so playful. He was still standing between her thighs, and Y/N couldn’t help ;but feel tingles run through her body.

“ Sweet.” His face leaning down against hers until they were face to face. His hands going behind her waist, and pulling her to the edge of the counter. Their crotch just inches a part. Closing his eyes, he blows air out feeling overwhelmed. “ Yeh drive me crazy.”

Y/N felt herself grow with nervousness. Her lips red from her constant biting. The hands on her knees drew patterns on her skin. It had been so long since she’s had any sort of contact that this simple act sent shivers down her body. “ Could say the same thing about you.” Her voice a mere whisper as his hand slowly moves higher towards her hip. Never breaking eye contact, Harry watches her carefully making sure he has her permission.

“ Wan’ to make yeh feel good.” His voice is soft, but eyes determine. “ You’ll let me right? Let me give yeh what yeh deserve?”

As much as Y/N didn’t want to admit it, she was swoon by him. She didn’t want to be with anyone else. “ You can’t say stuff like that.” she whimpers feeling herself heat up.

“ What am I saying?”he chuckles finding her amusing. “ Jus’ tryin’ to love on yeh.”

“ Harry.” Her voice stern, but her body falling a part when his lips touched her neck. His soft lips leaving soft kisses against her jaw. “ Harry.” She mumbled warning him; but Harry doesn’t understand , or chooses not to.

“ God - need to kno’ if yeh wan’ me to do something.” he groans, tongue licking a stripe on her throat. Y/N’s eyes fell closed as her hands wrapped themselves on his hair pushing him closer. “ Need to know’ if yeh wan’ me lickin’ between your thighs. Make yeh drip down me chin.”

Y/N’s legs subconsciously open wider letting Harry’s move even closer to her. “ H-Harry.” She whines pulling on his locks. “ Please.” She doesn’t know what exactly she’s asking for, but she knows she needs him to do something.

“ Hm? What is it, love?” His eyes locks with hers before running his thumb over her lips. “ Need somethin’?’” His voice taking a teasing edge as he tilts his head to the side.

“ You know what I want.” She groans, hands reaching down to the hem of her shirt. “ Too much clothes.” She mumbles pulling the thin fabric over her head. She’s never been so straight forward; but Harry has her feeling all hot, and bothered. Her black bra was noting special, quite the opposite if Y/N is honest. But Harry doesn’t seem to care as his eyes fall on how her boobs sit prettily on her bra.

“ Fuck.” He grunts, hands going straight to her breast. “ Wan’ me to play with these? Yeah?’ He kneads them in his palm, rolling his index and thumb over her nipples.

Reaching over, she grabbed his face planting their lips together. “ Please.” Her voice coming out as a mumble. “ Need -“

“ Need me?” He fingers moving towards her hips. “ Need me to make yeh feel good?” his fingers slipping into the elastic of her shorts, and panties. Y/N’s head nodded vigorously trying to contain her excitement. Chuckling, Harry slowly pulled them off till they fell off her ankle.

“Gonna make yeh tremble.” He promises, lips kissing her body. His hands holding her thighs a part as he sinks down to his knees. Y/N watched him with hooded eyes as she sees him run a finger through her folds. “ Wet, already?” His eyes admiring her as he watches her suppress a moan nodding. “ Can’t wait to get my tongue inside yeh.” He growls, lips leaving wet kisses on her inner thighs. “ Got a pretty cunt.” He speaks against her opening.

“ Stop teasing please.” She whimpers, hips trying to grind against his face, but his hand held her down.

“ Since yeh asked so nicely.” Harry didn’t waste anytime before pressing his nose against her mound. His warm tongue licking a wide stripe against her folds.

“ Oh God.” She moans, feeling him suck on her.

“ Harry.” head lulling backwards.

“ No. “ He speaks, pushing his tongue into her weeping hole before quickly pulling out. “ Need yeh to watch me.” His hands tightening around her thigh leaving half moons as evidence.

Forcing herself up, Y/N whimpers as Harry blows air into her. His cocky smile has her dizzy with arousal.

“ Look at that.” His pink tongue coming out to lick on his bottom lip. “ Already drippin’ on my chin, petal.” He knows he’s being mean, but he can’t help it. He doesn’t want to stop seeing her flustered face, and tired eyes. His lips go back to suck greedily on her clit before moving towards her mound.

Strings of moans, and whimpers erupt from Y/N mouth. “ Harry! I can’t -“ Before she knows it, her thigh is twitching, and she can’t seem to hold in her whimpers.

“ Give it to me, petal. Know’ yeh wan’ to cum. Be a good girl.” He’s persistent, wants her to spill on his mouth.

“ Gonna cum. Gonna cum.” She whimpers thrashing in his hold.

“ Need yeh to look at me.” His hand slapping her thigh to get her attention. “Fuck me.” Harry groans watching her eyes water as she spills on his tongue.

The sounds leaving Y/N’s body were sinful, and Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off her sweating body as she came down from her high. As selfish as it seems, Harry wanted to stuff his face right back in her. He needed to see her make that face again.

Y/N’s lazily zoomed in on Harry’s glimmering ones. “ Yeh good, petal?” His lips red, and wet as he watched her breath.

Her body felt weak, only being able to nod her head at the cheeky boy in front of her. “ So good.” She whispered.

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Colleagues to Lovers- Will Zic find his true love?

ZOE & ZIC.

Zic was an below average looking 24 year old who has been single for too long that it had started to become uncomfortable. When he finally found a job he was excited that he is finally stepping into the adult life and he could finally start to settle, now all that’s left is to find the right man. You see, Zic never felt that fitness was important and this reflected very well on him. Weighing almost 125Kg at 178 heights, Zic wasn’t really attractive to many guys. The only hook ups he ever got were those who were interested in his massive man boobs. Few months passed in his job and Zic quickly climbed his corporate ladder and was appointed as the assistant manager of his department.

Little did Zic know that his live was about to take a turn towards love and romance. Zic’s manager had resigned and a new manager was incoming soon. Zic heard a lot about his new manager but Zic never expected much as his previous manager wasn’t very attractive anyways. The day came, it was a Monday and Zic’s new manager walked into his office and introduced himself to Zic. “Hi Mr.Zic, I’m Mr Zoe, your new manager,” was all Zic heard as he was being sucked into the eyes of the handsome and sexy looking man in his early 40s.

Zoe: Mr Zic?

Zic: Sorry Mr Zoe, nice to meet you. Hope all works out for us, erm and yea call me Zic sir.

Zoe: Sure. See you around.

As Mr Zoe left his office, Zic sat down on his chair and thought to himself “god damn, how am I supposed to control myself in front of him?!” Zic felt an instant attraction to Zoe but Zoe wasn’t gay. “Guess I won’t have any luck anyways, back to work” sighed Zic as he glued his eyes back to his computer screen. Weeks past and Zic and Zoe maintained a professional relationship. They had lunch together casually and went out for drinks and movies sometimes but Zic kept his feelings to himself but he always had the same feeling whenever he met Zic. The feeling of having a million butterflies in his stomach. Both Zoe and Zic’s offices were in the same room and were divided by a glass wall with a glass door. As the manager, Zoe was given his own room thus Zic was seated on the other side of wall, but he had clear view of Zoe every single day. Zic and Zoe got close very quickly; they became good friends and started sharing their personal life to each other.

Eventually, Zic learnt that Zoe was married twice and both were failed marriages. His first wife passed away due to kidney failure. Things didn’t work out with his second wife however he has a son with his second wife whom he decided to leave with his wife for the better of his son. However, Zoe missed his son a lot. This only made things worse for Zic. He was genuinely attracted to guys who had been through a heart break, he always believed that guys who had been through a heart break were more sentimental and knew the meaning of true love, love that they lost previously.

A few months passed on and one day Zoe walks over to Zic’s table.

Zoe: Can I ask you for a favour?

Zic: Yea sure sir.

Zoe: Well, I know you’re into fish keeping and I just recently moved into a new house. I want to set up something in my living room, something simple and easy to maintain, can you help me with it?

Zic: Sure sir, it will be my pleasure. I’ll meet you up on Saturday and we can discuss? Will be good if I can see the exact spot for the aquarium.

Zoe: Sure Zic, erm, I’ll pick you up from your place on Saturday morning?

Zic: Sure. I will start doing some research for you first.

Zoe: Thanks.

Saturday came and Zoe picked Zic up. As he was just travelling to Zoe’s house, Zic didn’t really dress himself up, he was just wearing his Bermuda and a T-shirt.

Zoe: You could have worn some pants to cover those hairy legs of yours!

Zic: Sorry Sir. I thought you will be fine with this.

Zoe: I am fine, was just joking buddy. Anyways, call me Zoe, you keep reminding me about my age every time you call me Sir. I’m only 41 you know.

Zic: Sorry Zoe, anyways age is just a number, doesn’t mean much.

Zoe: Tell that to the ladies’ man.

Zic: I’m sure ladies fall all over you right? Haha.

Zoe: Yea, by ladies you mean Aunts, then yep. Haha.

“He must have had a lousy Friday night I suppose, or maybe no action in a while. Oh well.” Zic thought to himself as he stood next to Zoe’s car. :Hey big butt, let’s go man!” said Zoe as he smacked Zic’s ass. Zic’s berms were a little tight and his ass, let’s just say his ass was as famous as his man boobs.

After taking a few measurements and discussing a few of details for the tank Zic was wrapping up and packing his stuff when he accidentally trips on Zoe’s carpet and falls over onto to Zoe who was seated on the couch. Due to the fall, he accidentally kisses Zoe’s neck.

Zic: Gosh, I’m so sorry, it was an accident. I…I….I’m so clumsy.

Zoe: Hey, chill. I knew this carpet was a bad idea. Are you okay?

Zic: Yea, I’d better get going, have to place orders for your fish by today. I will see you on Monday. Rest well. Bye.

Zic said as he ran out the door. He felt embarrassed about what had happened and he just wanted to leave. Zoe stood at the door looking at the young man running down his corridor. “What’s wrong with me? Why do feel like I have an attraction for him”, Zoe thought to himself as he closed his door.

Monday came and both man meet at their office

Zic: Morning Mr Zoe, I’ve ordered the tank and the fish. The tank will be arriving on This Friday evening and the fishes will arrive on the following week Sunday. We need to give the tank one week to cycle so I delayed the delivery of the fish.

Zoe: Friday, erm, I’m on leave but I’ll be home. So I’ll see you at my place.

Zic: Sure sir. Oh and about Saturday, I didn’t mean to kiss your neck like that, it was…

Zoe: Zic, stop. I know what happened. Don’t worry so much. Let’s get back to work.

“Glad I cleared the air, though it did feel good” Zic thought to himself as he started doing his work.

The week passed on with no big incidents between the two man, however, Zoe started noticing Zic more often and every little thing that Zic did made Zoe feel more attracted to him. On Thursday evening as Zoe was leaving the office,

Zoe: The tank is coming tomorrow right? I will see you tomorrow?

Zic: Yea, I told them to deliver it at around 6pm, so I hope it’s okay?

Zoe: Yea it is. Don’t worry. I’ll see you then.

Zic: Enjoy sleeping in. Haha.

On Friday evening, Zic reaches Zoe’s place at 5pm, an hour before the delivery. He tries ringing the doorbell multiple times but no response from Zoe. However, Zic saw Zoe’s car parked downstairs so he knew Zoe was home. He tries calling Zoe but Zoe doesn’t answer. Zic ends up waiting for an hour and the delivery van arrives with the tank. Zic decides to try calling Zoe again, for the 30th time and finally Zoe picks up, “oh fuck fuck, Sorry. I’m coming, wait wait” exclaimed Zoe as he runs for the door. He open the door to see Zic standing there with the delivery man and equipment behind him. “sorry Zic, I fell asleep, got a little drunk, come on in.” Zoe explained as he let Zic into the house. Throughout the whole time Zic didn’t say much and Zoe was wondering if he was angry with him. After putting all his things down, Zic instructed the delivery man to start setting everything up and walked up to Zoe.

Zic: Erm, Zoe? I think you’re making the delivery man feel uncomfortable.

Zoe: What? What do you mean?

Zic: You do realise you’re in your underwear right? Those are not even boxers?!

Zoe looks down to realise he was wearing only a skimpy bright yellow underwear. “Oh Fuck!” Zoe said as he covered his crotch and ran to his room. Zic just thought himself “well that was hot” as he giggled softly. It took 3 hours to set up the tank and after they were done, Zic and Zoe crashed on the couch feeling exhausted.

Zoe: That was embarrassing man! I totally forgot.

Zic: Yet you say only the aunts like you?

Zoe: Not everyone gets to see me in my underwear, that too in a skimpy one.

Zic: Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me.

Zoe: Secret?

Zic: Yea, that my boss sleeps in skimpy bright undies!

Zoe: Haha. God damn. Anyways, here, take this spare key. Till this whole set up is complete, hold on to this. Don’t wait outside for an hour. Sorry about that.

Zic: You sure? I don’t mind.

Zoe: No no, take it. It’s ok.

Zic: Alright, I better get going. Enjoy your weekend.

As Zic leaves the house, Zoe closes the door n locks the door. The thought of standing nearly naked in front of Zic was embarrassing but at the same time Zoe was starting to feel turned on by that thought. His member was growing in his pants. “What’s wrong with me?” thought Zoe as he decided to just release his load either way. He removes his shirt and pants. Shoving them to the side and starts rubbing his member in the same yellow undies. Pre cum was soaking the underwear and Zoe was feeling very horny. He decided to try something he has never done before. He turns his laptop on and opens a site for gay porn. Though at first he felt a little weird watching it eventually as he watched it, he realised he was feeling hornier than he already was. He took his underwear off and his 6.5inch cut dick sprung up. Zoe takes some lube and lube up his member and starts stroking himself. “oh fuck, it’s been a while since I felt like this, mmmmm” thought Zoe as he started jerking off. In the video, the top starts to finger the bottom’s ass and this makes gives Zoe an idea. He sits on his couch and lifts up his right left exposing his hole. He takes a bit of lube n starts rubbing it on his hole and slowly slip a finger in. As it was the first time anything has been put up his hole, Zoe felt a bit of pain but he didn’t feel pleasure from it. “Maybe ass play isn’t my thing” Zoe thinks to himself as he continues to jerk himself off. He could feel the orgasm building. His dick was waiting to shoot the load. Zoe laid back and closed his eyes and as he shot his load he exclaimed “Yea Zic, this is for you, fuck yea, take my load!”

Zoe shoots his load all over his chest and some of it gets onto his face. Feeling exhausted, Zoe laid there thinking “Wait, why did I call out his name?!” However, being so tired, Zoe decided to shower and go to bed.

On the other side, Zic reaches home and as he was using he laptop, he suddenly remembers how Zoe looked in his underwear. Though Zoe was 40, he maintained his body well, with nice firm chest muscles and a smooth body. Zoe was definitely a pleasure for sight. Zic needed to wank this one off. He took his clothes off and whipped out the dildo from his drawer. He lubes the dildo up and starts to fuck himself with the dildo. “Ah fuck, yea fuck me Zoe, fuck me like you own me” exclaimed Zic as he starts to ram the dildo inside faster and faster. Unlike Zoe, Zic wasn’t very well endowed. He has an average 4.5 uncut member. Within minutes, Zic shoots his load all over himself.

Both man have already started falling in love with each other and have yet to realise it.

The rest of the week passes by without any major incidents and Sunday finally arrives.

Zic whips out his phone and messages Zoe,

Zic: Hey, I just got the fish, coming over now. Please be awake and get some clothes on: P.

Zoe: Gosh, I am waiting for you dude. Just head on over and don’t worry, I am clothed.

Zoe wanted to play a prank on Zic. “He saw me in my undies, maybe I should get him to be his undies,” thinks Zoe. He thinks of something to do as the doorbell rings.

Zoe: Come on in man.

Zic: Thanks, look, I got the fish.

Zoe: Damn they look cool. Let’s get them in the tank. I’ll go get the net.

Zic: The fish needs to acclimate to the water temperature in the tank first, so I’ll let the bag float in first. Just prepare the net and a pail.

Zoe: Sure, since we got some time, I’ll make us some coffee.

Zic: Sure, thanks.

Thirty minutes passes by and the fish are ready to be released into the tank. As Zic opens the bag to catch the fish, it jumps off the bag and lands on the floor, Zic scoops the fish up and releases it into the tank. Due to that, his clothes get wet -.

Zic: Oh no. Now I’m going to smell like fish…

Zoe: No worries, remove your shirt and pass it to me, I’ll put it on quick wash and dry.

Zic: No worries, I’ll get it washed at home.

Zic was always insecure about being topless as he was afraid people will make fun of his man boobs but Zoe wanted to play the prank.

Zoe: Come on, don’t feel shy, we’re both guys here. It’s ok. Here let me help me.

Zoe walks over to Zic and start to lift it up. Zic gives in and says “okay I’ll take it off, but can I have a towel please?” Zoe walks into to get a tower but asks Zic to remove the clothes in the meantime. As Zic removed his shirt, Zoe watched from his room “Holy cow! Those man boobs!” he thought to himself as he realised his member was growing in his pants. He adjusted his bulge and walked back out with the towel just as Zic dropped his berms revealing the bright red jockstrap he was wearing.

Zoe: Really? Jockstrap?

Zic: Sorry, I just feel comfortable in it.

Zic wrapped himself with the towel and Zoe puts his clothes in the washer.

Zoe: That will take 30 Minutes, just sit down and relax. I’ll close the door just in case.

Zic: Sure, thanks.

Zoe: Anyways, don’t mind if I ask, are those like natural or surgical? I mean, I know you’re gay but just clarifying.

Zic feels embarrassed; he covers his chest using his hands

Zic: It’s natural and humiliating. It gets very depressing at times.

Zoe scoots over to Zic’s side and holds his hand.

Zoe: Listen, it’s important to love yourself. You’re perfect, nothing wrong with you or in you. Cheer up.

Zic: Thanks

*BEEP BEEP*. The dryer was done. Zic change into his clothes and leaves home. Zoe sat down and starts thinking how it must feel to be unhappy with yourself. He pitied Zic. Zic on the other hand, felt embarrassed about the situation and wondered if Zoe might find him weird.

Days past and the 2 continued about their daily life as usual. Zoe wanted to surprise Zic for helping him out with the tank set up. He brought Zic out for dinner and they both had a wonderful sharing session,

Zoe: Hey listen, about that day, I didn’t mean to hurt; it was just a normal question, casual.

Zic: I understand, didn’t take it offensive at all. It’s just; it gets a little weird at times. I’ve even considered surgery but it probably won’t help.

Zoe: Just let it be, I mean, I’m sure you can learn to love yourself instead?

Zic: It’s easy to say when you have a perfect body like that but when you’re in my shoes, it’s not going to be so easy.

Zoe: Come on, no one’s life is perfect; you just have to accept and move on. You need to cheer up, how about drinks at my place after this? Up for it?

Zic: Well, It’s pretty late already, maybe next time?

Zoe: Oh come on, it’s Friday night! You can crash at my place? I could use some company.

Zic: Fine, but let me get some change of clothes on the way back?

Zoe: Sure, let’s go.

Zoe drives Zic back to his place to pick up some clothes and they both head back to Zoe’s house. For some reason, Zoe was feeling very excited for the sleepover. Upon reaching, Zoe pops open a bottle of Red Wine and both men start drinking while watching a movie. Both of them didn’t bother changing first hence they were both still dressed in their office wear.

Zoe: Damn, this movie is bad! Why did we even pick this?

Zic: I hate to cut a movie, can we finish it?

Zoe: Come on. I can’t take it. I’m cutting it.

Zic: Hey, no!

Both men start brawling over the remote control to the point that they both fall off the couch and landed on the floor. The house fills with the noise of 2 guys grunting in attempts to grab the remote control first. At last, Zoe grabs the remote back from Zic and he realises that he was laying on Zic and the only reason Zic had lost the remote was because he was starring right into Zoe’s eyes.

Zoe drops the remote and stares right back into Zic’s eyes.

Zic: Zoe, I think we should….

Zoe: Shhhh, don’t ruin the moment.

Zic: what?

Zoe closes in on Zic and kisses Zic. The feeling of pure love from a genuine person like Zoe made Zic weak. He couldn’t resist. In no time, both man were making out with each other, hands rubbing down each other’s body. Zoe’s hands reach Zic’s man boobs and he stops. Zic’s heartbeat stops when Zoe stopped moving. “Does he find it weird” thought Zic. Zoe unbuttons Zic’s shirt to reveal 2 massive man boobs with hard nipples waiting to be devoured.

“That is fucking hot and impressive” exclaims Zoe. Without any hesitation, he wraps his lips around Zic’s right boob and starts sucking and licking it. Zic’s man boobs have always been very sensitive thus Zic was moaning in pleasure as Zoe was soaking them in saliva. “No offense, but they feel like just a woman’s breasts” Zoe mentioned as he took both boobs in his hands and massaged them. “Is that a good thing?” questioned Zic. Zoe replied “You bet!” before sucking on them again. Zic reach for Zoe’s bulge and starts feeling it through Zoe’s pants. “That feels huge” exclaims Zic.

After a good few minutes of devouring Zic’s man boobs, Zoe starts making out with Zic as Zic unbuttoned and removed Zoe’s shirt as well. Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable said Zoe as he brings Zic to his room. Zic was feeling very nervous yet somewhat mesmerized by Zoe. After switching on the Air-Conditioning in the room, Zoe pushed Zic on to the bed and started making out with him again. He ran his finger along Zic’s body and upon reaching Zic’s crotch; he could feel a hard on waiting to burst out.

Before going any further, Zic had to know something first. “Zoe, before this goes out of hand, I know you’re straight, all these could very well be just lust or it could be, you know, more? What is this going to be? I don’t wish to spoil the moment but I don’t want to be lead on either” questioned Zic. Zoe stopped what he was doing and looked directly into Zic eyes, “to be honest with you Zic, initially I thought it was just my sexual desire that was building up, whenever I thought of you, I just started feeling horny. But things changed when we got so close to each other, looking at you smile or laugh when you were with me made me feel like I accomplished something. You joy made me feel joy. I fell in love with you, but I was too scared to ask, I am older than you. I love you Zic, I want this to go on further but if you don’t wish to date a man who is 16 years older than you, you don’t have to” said Zoe as he moved to get off of Zic. Zic knew at that exact moment that Zoe was more than just a fling. He pulled Zoe closer and started kissing him again. Zoe knew what that meant and was overjoyed.

“So what you wearing under these pants? Jockstrap again?” Zoe laughed as he started unbuttoning Zic’s pants. Zoe removed Zic’s pants to reveal a red Renoma underwear which was wet with precum. “Damn, that’s wet, exactly how I like it” exclaimed Zoe as he pulled the last remaining piece of clothing off Zic. Zic was laying naked on Zoe’s bed as Zoe started rubbing Zic’s dick, gently stroking it to keep his partner moaning while he nibbled on those man boobs once more. “You have an amazing body” said Zoe as he went down to Zic’s dick. “I’ve never done this before, so forgive me if I do it wrong”, said Zoe as he was about to suck Zic’s dick. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to” said Zic, but Zoe smiled and started sucking Zic’s dick. He worked his tongue all around Zic’s dick, giving extreme pleasure to the young man. Zoe’s teeth did give Zic a bit of discomfort but nothing could affect the pure pleasure he was having. Zoe lifted Zic’s legs into the air and slowly moved down towards Zic’s hole. His licked around Zic’s hole making him moan louder and louder. Zoe then started eating out Zic’s ass which made Zic grasp the bed real hard. Zoe slowly inserted his finger into Zic’s hole and started fingering him while he moved up to kiss him.

Zic held Zoe’s hand and guided him to lay back on the bed. “I have a favour to return” said Zic as he starting undoing Zoe’s pants with his mouth. Zoe wasn’t wearing any underwear, thus his pants were stained with precum. Upon unzipping, Zoe’s 6.5inch monster sprung up like a summoned beast. “omg, that is huge ”exclaimed Zic as he started licking Zoe’s dick. Zoe closed his eyes and started enjoying the blowjob from Zic. Zic knew what he was doing, working around the shaft and slowly swallowing every inch of Zoe’s tool, giving his man the ultimate pleasure, Zic went slow not wanting to rush. Slowly his fingers trailed down to find Zoe’s hole. Zic started rubbing Zoe’s hole with a bit of saliva while sucking his dick. Though Zoe wasn’t too sure about having another man touching his hole, he trusted Zic and Zic being thoughtful, didn’t want to hurt Zoe as he assumed Zoe was never analed or fingered before.

Zoe couldn’t hold it any longer, “I need that ass, now!” claimed Zoe as he reached out into his bedside drawer and grabbed a condom. Zic laid on the bed with his back facing Zoe, he could feel Zoe entering him. Zoe took it slow, he didn’t want to hurt Zic. In just a few seconds, Zoe was balls deep in Zic and he started thrusting. With each thrust he became faster and faster and soon enough, he was pounding Zic hard in his butt. Zoe’s fucking brought Zic to the edge of pleasure and after about 5 minutes of intense pounding, Zic shot his load all over the bed even without having his dick touched by Zoe or himself. “Wow, that hot!” claimed Zoe as he began fucking Zic harder. “ Wish I could fill you up” requested Zoe. “I’m sure you’re clean, why don’t you take that condom off and get in there raw daddy” teased Zic.

Zoe smiled, he pulled the condom off and started fucking Zic raw. Within minutes, Zoe was filling Zic’s hole his warm cum. “Ah fuck yeah! Fuckkkk, this feels awesome!” exclaimed Zoe. Zoe’s body shivered as the last drop of cum came out of his dick and dripped down Zic’s hole as he pulled out. Both man crashed on the bed, right next to each other. Zoe gathered some strength and walked out to grab a few tissues and towels and a fresh set of bed sheet. He changed the bed sheet and both men helped each other to clean off in the shower. Zoe offered to let Zic sleepover as he knew Zic was probably worn out. “Thanks Zoe, appreciate it!” said Zic as he got back on to the bed and reached for the pillow.

“Not the pillow, come here, lay on my chest for a bit, I just want to cuddle with you” requested Zoe. Zic was very glad to have a man like Zoe.

Zoe: Zic, not just for the sake of fucking, but I love every bit of you, character, personality and now, body.

Zic: Zoe, I love you too! Wish I could stay like this forever.

Both men talked their heart out and the next morning, they couldn’t even remember what time they fell asleep.

Everyone has someone special out there, just be patient, you will find your right man. Just don’t rush into something you will regret later. Till we meet again, bye bye. A

#gayliferocks

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You’re My Wonderwall 2 || D.H.

A/N: Here’s the second part, I actually like this one more than the first one!

Word Count: 1.8K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART ONE

“Did you put him in his place?” Liane asked as soon as I re-entered the room that I shared with my two best friends.

They had been curiously waiting for me to come back. It was actually a very unlike me thing to do, you know, to just storm outside ready to yell at people. I’m glad Dan, the wonderwall singer, managed to drive me that crazy today.

“Uhmm” I stuttered sheepishly. “Not quite”

“How did you get him to stop then?” Frankie wanted to know with a puzzled look on her face.

I scratched the back of my head.

“I just told him his singing is awful.” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

I got into bed and slipped under my blanket again.

“And that drunk guy didn’t punch you in the face for that?” Liane half-joked.

“Nah, Dan is actually very nice.”

“Woah woah hold up. ‘Dan’?”

Liane and Frankie both sat up straight in their beds. Suddenly they weren’t tired anymore and the fact that we had to get up early tomorrow was forgotten.

I felt myself blush a little bit under the eager eyes of my friends. They were like two hungry wolves and gossip or stories about boys were their prey.

“I am actually going on a date with him tomorrow.” I smiled as Liane started squealing.

I shortly told them what happened and they couldn’t believe that this was how I met my summer love.

“So this Dan guy, what’s the deal with him? Is he attractive, cute, handsome, funny?” Frankie asked just for the record.

“Very” I heard myself swoon.

“Wait, which one is it now?” Liane wondered.

“All of them.”

When I woke up the next morning after roughly 4 hours of sleep I didn’t feel like a zombie at all. I knew that I was going to see Dan again today and the thought got me so excited that there was no room for tiredness.

I sat down at the breakfast table and I was practically glowing. My face was as bright as the sun or something.

Frankie and Liane knowingly grinned at each other and I was too happy to even roll my eyes at them.

An hour later we arrived in Cannes by train. The thing about Cannes is that everybody thinks it’s super pretty and glamorous but when we arrived there we didn’t see much of that glamour.

There was not much to do besides going shopping.

“Let’s get Y/N an outfit for her date!” one of my friends exclaimed and the rest of the girls cheered.

They were literally as hyped as me although it was just a little date, right? Oh god who am I even kidding.

“But nothing too extra!” I laughed as we walked into the first store together.

After we had spent a few hours shopping we took the train back to our little town. We arrived at our apartment right in time so that I had nearly an hour to get ready for my first date with Dan.

He said he’d meet me in front of our bedroom window at 6pm. At 5:55 I was dressed up in my new outfit and ready to go. I sat on my bed and constantly stared at the clock, waiting for it to be six.

Suddenly I heard the first few guitar strums of a very familiar song. I jumped up from my spot. The music came from outside the window just like yesterday night.

When it was time for the first verse somebody started singing, but it was a new voice, one I had never heard before.

Today is gonna be the day That they're gonna throw it back to you

It sounded skilful and beautiful.

I quickly crossed the room with three fast steps and pulled away the curtain.

As I looked outside I saw Dan, he was looking up to my window and as my face appeared in the frame his whole face lit up. Even from here I could see his dimples.

By now you should've somehow Realized what you gotta do

“Hi there, Y/N!” he shouted over the music.

Dan wasn’t on his own, a guy I had never seen before stood right behind him. He was playing the chords to ‘Wonderwall’ on his guitar and sang along. He was wearing a straw hat and I quickly figured that he must be a street musician.

Eventually a few people actually gathered around the two and started to clap along.

Meanwhile my friends had also noticed what was going on and couldn’t stop swooning and squealing.

“How cute is that?!” Frankie nearly shouted at me, making me smile wider than I had ever smiled before.

Even the French granny who shouted at Dan to shut up yesterday opened her window to listen.

I don't believe that anybody Feels the way I do about you now

I quickly threw my purse over my shoulder as I headed out the door to finally meet Dan. A few people awed as I ran over to him and took him in my arms.

He immediately slung his arms around me and held me tight for a few heavenly seconds.

“Hi Dan.” I whispered as I breathed in his scent.

“You didn’t have to do this” I gestured towards the busker, who just sang the chorus again, and the people surrounding him. “But honestly it’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“I promised you today’s date wouldn’t involve me singing and just getting you flowers sounded boring.” Dan grinned at me as I stared at him in awe.

And after all You're my wonderwall I said maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me You're gonna be the one that saves me

As the song ended everyone started clapping and I thanked the street musician with a little bow in his directed.

My friends were by now all crammed behind our little window and watched our every move like they were watching a romcom. They had all checked out Dan and were by now giving me the thumbs ups. Well at least I now knew that I had their approval.

“Thank you for this.” I breathed, moved by his grand gesture, and gave Dan a little peck on his very soft cheek.

After his amazingly cute greeting Dan took me out for dinner. We ate at a little French restaurant called ‘le chaudron’. The food was just utterly delicious.

It was close to being 10pm when we finished our meals and Dan paid for us both although I insisted that he didn’t have to.

During our dinner we talked a lot and mainly got to know each other a lot better. He was a very interesting guy and we instantly hit it off. We even shared quite a few interests. It was just perfect.

We both agreed that we didn’t want our date to be over just yet so we decided to go on a little stroll through the old town. The streets were still busy and the air was warm.

Dan took my hand in his as we walked down the path that lead to the beach. Salty air filled my nostrils as I stared at the reflection of the moon in the deep blue water of the ocean.

“Beautiful.” I mumbled in awe.

“Damn yes, you are.” Dan smoothly agreed with a sly grin on his face.

“Stop it!” I groaned, blushing. I playfully hit his shoulder.

We just stood in front of the ocean for a while. I leaned my head against Dan’s chest as he had wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on top of my head.

We watched the waves break and then darken the sand in front of us while we just enjoyed the other’s presence.

I had high expectations for this trip. I thought my friends and I were going to have the time of our lives here. Not once did I imagine myself finding love here. But I did.

I could feel Dan’s chest rise and fall when he breathed in and out against my back.

“Y/N?” Dan asked me silently.

“Yes?”

“Do you want to go for a swim?” Dan whispered into my ear, a hint of mischief and adventurousness in his voice.

“You know that I didn’t bring a swim suit.” I teased him, biting my lip.

“You won’t need one.” Dan murmured and I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

I started blushing like crazy.

“We can go in with our underwear on. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He added quickly, afraid that he might have scared me. After all it was our first date.

“Okay, Howell. I’m in.” I uttered. I didn’t know if I would have minded going skinny dipping but I didn’t have much time to think about it because Dan loosened his grip and started taking off his shirt.

I swallowed hard at the sight of his bare and broad chest. Barely being able to keep my eyes off him I pulled down the zipper of my new summer dress.

I slipped out of the spaghetti straps with Dan watching my every move. As I let the thin fabric fall into the sand he exhaled shakily.

I had decided to keep it simple and just put on white underwear, but it still had quite an effect on Dan. I was glad that I made sure that my bra and pants matched for once in my life.

His eyes were glued onto my body, his mouth hung slightly open.

I started running towards the water, gasping at the sudden coldness as the first wave hit my feet.

“C’mon Dan!” I shouted, gesturing him to come in.

He quickly unbuttoned his shorts and slipped out of them, I caught myself staring at him as he did it.

Left in his boxers he headed towards me.

“Oh shit it’s freezing.” He moaned as soon as he had reached me. “Good thing that you are so damn hot.” He then quickly added as he put his arms around me again.

I was pressed against his naked chest and put my arms around his neck. I dreamily ran my hands through his brown hair.

Suddenly Dan lifted me up so our faces were now at the same height. I gasped and quickly wrapped my legs around his torso as he started to walk deeper into the water with me.

When the water was as high as our shoulders he stopped walking.

“I never thought that drunk singing would get me the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Dan admitted.

“I didn’t think either that your singing could ever lead to anything good.” I added, laughing.

“So you’re enjoying tonight?” he asked me as he pushed a strand of my hair out of my face and gently secured it behind my ear.

“I actually don’t know how this could be any more perfect.” I told him in all honesty.

“I do.”

“Huh?” I uttered in surprise.

He didn’t answer or explain himself. Instead he just kissed me, in the middle of the ocean. With the moon above of and waves crashing against our bodies.

He kissed me and our kiss was as deep as the sea.

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