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javierpena-inatacvest · 6 months

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Kicking

Summary: The past few weeks of your pregnancy, Baby Peña number 2 has been kicking you non-stop. Javi tries his best to help you relax and give you some relief.

Word Count: 3.4K

Pairing: Dad!Javier Peña x Wife!reader (Reader's nickname is Osita, no use of y/n)

Warnings: SMUT (18+) unprotected p in v sex, pregnancy sex, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving) creampie, praise kink, breeding kink (give this man a football team), pregnancy hormones, Javi being the best dad/husband (idk what to tell you guys, he is truly the best)

A/N: This was inspired by an ask I got from an anon a while back, and the Dad!Javi brainrot has been unstoppable the past few days and I missed our sweet little family so here we are again 🤪 I love the Peña's more than life itself!!! Thank you @endlessthxxghts for proofreading and letting me harass you with my endless Dad!Javi thots ILY 😩💕

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“Ouch, that one hurt. You are relentless, aren’t you?” You whispered down to your belly, setting down the dishes you were washing down next to the sink as you rubbed at your slowly swelling stomach. While you had very quickly remembered all the strange and painful sensations of growing a tiny human inside you throughout your second pregnancy, baby number two was definitely giving you a run for your money. Lucy had been easy- The occasional kick or bump, her movement enough to make you feel relieved and excited, but never enough to make you feel miserable. Even though you were still only 6 months pregnant, you were convinced that Baby Two was going to come out as a triple threat soccer star, football kicker and boxer, because their movement day in and day out for the last few weeks had been constant.

“You okay, Hermosa?” With your daughter Lucy hoisted on his hip, Javi paused from helping you to put away the rest of the dishes to turn around towards you, his brow scrunching in concern at the pained look growing across your face as you rested your hand on your stomach.

“Otay Mommy?” Lucy asked, mimicking Javi, making the two of you let out a little laugh, enough to ease you back to washing the dishes you had set down before Baby Peña had started their 15th boxing round of the day in your stomach.

“I’m okay.” You smiled up at Javi, who had made his way behind you, wrapping his free arm around your waist as you stood at the sink, still holding Lucy in the other. “Baby Tutu really likes to kick Mommy’s belly a lot.” You sighed, responding to your daughter, even though the comment was more intended for Javi.

“Baby Tutu!” Lucy beamed at the new nickname she had given her baby sibling, after you and Javi had been referring to them as “Baby Two”, which had quickly turned into “Baby Tutu”, after Lucy had begun babbling it around the house.

Javi frowned, rubbing his hand along the small of your back before leaning down to kiss you on the forehead, feeling guilty at how uncomfortable you had been recently, despite how hard you had tried to power through it. “Mama and Baby Tutu are gonna go lay down and me and you are gonna finish the dishes and get ready for bed, Lil Miss.” It was now Javi’s turn to reply, talking to you through Lucy to try and insist that you go take a break before you pushed yourself too hard and felt even worse.

“Jav, it’s fine, you made dinner and I-”

“Lucy Goosey and I are more than capable of cleaning up and getting ready for bedtime while Mommy gets some well deserved relaxing time, aren’t we, Lucy?” Javi smiled, giving Lucy a little raspberry on her belly, making her squeal and grin in delight as she flapped her arms in Javi’s grasp. “I’ve got her, don’t worry.” Giving your hip a little squeeze, Javi gave you a reassuring nod, almost insisting that you go give yourself a break to at least soothe Baby Two’s fight club antics in the comfort of your bed.

“Thank you, Jav.” You smiled, letting out a relieved sigh, your pregnancy hormones causing your eyes to well with thankful tears for your amazing and understanding husband.

“Of course, Osita. We’re gonna say goodnight to Momma, okay Lucy? Can you say, goodnight Momma, we love you?” Javi cooed at Lucy, prompting her to give you a little wave goodbye as you reached up to pepper a few kisses across her rosy cheeks as she giggled.

“Night night, Momma. Wuv you!” Lucy babbled, reaching out towards you for a hug as you sandwiched her between you and Javi, giving her and Javi one last kiss before you trudged your way across the house and up the stairs towards your bedroom.

Even though you were thankful for Javi taking care of Lucy’s bedtime routine for the night, it hadn’t eased Baby Peña’s soccer tournament in your stomach in the slightest. Even after slipping on one of Javi’s oversized shirts and your pajama shorts, tucking yourself into bed and throwing on the TV to watch the Dallas Stars game that had just started, you could not get anywhere close to comfortable, tossing and turning in your bed, trying your best not to curse in frustration at your incredibly active baby.

“How ya doin’, Momma?” Javi asked, gently closing the bedroom door behind him seemingly finished with putting Lucy down for bed as he began to strip out of his work clothes and into his cotton sleep shorts, tossing the dirty items in the hamper before crawling into bed next to you.

“Your child better grow up to be the next David Beckham.” You groaned, sitting up on your pillows to look over at Javi, with a sympathetic smile spread across his face.

“My kid, huh?” Javi chuckled, laying his hand over your stomach, gently rubbing circles with his thumb against the worn fabric of his shirt you were wearing. “If my kid grows up to be the next David Beckham, I will gladly take all the credit.”

The two of you laughed as you gave Javi a playful shove, rolling your eyes at his joke only to be interrupted by another sharp kick to your side, making you wince uncomfortably. “Ugh, yes, you can get all the credit if you can convince your child to stop bruising my internal organs.” You half grumbled, half laughed, as you readjusted yourself to lay down on your side, now face to face with Javi. “Lucy was never this active, especially this early. I have a feeling we’re gonna have our hands full with this one.”

“A handful just like her Momma.” Javi smiled, snaking his hand under the hem of your shirt to rest his palm against your skin, running his hand back and forth over your belly.

“I don’t know, Jav. I really think this one is a boy.” You huffed, bracing yourself again as another punch landed underneath Javi’s hand, making his face light up, always enamored to feel the baby moving in your stomach, even though you weren’t quite feeling the same.

“I’ll be happy with whatever they are, but I’ll be even happier if they stop trying to hurt their mamá, huh bebito (little baby)?” Javi cooed, leaning over to press a soft kiss on your stomach. “Déjela relajarse, por favor mi amorcito (Let her relax, please my little love).”

Even though this pregnancy didn’t have as much in common with your first one as you would have hoped, if there was one similarity they shared, it was that something about hearing Javi’s voice made your babies relax instantly. Not only did it make your heart absolutely melt every single time, but you also couldn’t have been more thankful that Javi’s sweet sounds were able to bring you some much needed relief.

“Nosotros te amamos mucho Chiquitita, pero su papá necesito ayudar a su mamá relajarse también. (We love you so much, little one, but your dad needs to help your mom relax too). And I would prefer it if you weren’t kicking her while I did it.” Javi smirked, slowly trailing his hands and kisses down your stomach, shooting you a quick wink.

“Javi!” You playfully scolded, giving him a little shove as he scooted his body down the bed, coming face to face with your heat as he ran his hands up and down the soft skin of your thighs, his fingers tugging at the waistband of your sleep shorts.

“You gonna let me help you relax, Hermosa?” Javi mewled, placing languid kisses along the inside of your legs, carefully helping to raise your hips to pull your shorts and underwear off your hips, tossing them to the floor. You let out a content sigh as you leaned your head back against your pillow, feeling Javi’s fingers slide through your folds, collecting the arousal that had already been pooling between your legs since the moment Javi had laid down next to you.

You had gotten to the point in your pregnancy where you were insatiably horny all the time and much to Javi’s delight, he was more than happy to help you with your problem however and whenever he could, even though you had to be a little more strategic (and quiet) this time around with Lucy in the house. Despite the constant kicking that had quite literally been a pain in your side the past few weeks, it was almost like Javi could sense how worked up and needy you were and couldn’t help but feel a little satisfied that he was the only thing that could cure the constant ache between your legs.

Javi nudged your knees open, letting them fall to the sides as he pressed the pads of his fingers against your clit, the sensation making you let out a whimper you tried your best to silence by biting down on your lip. “So wet for me, sweet girl. Gonna take good care of you, Momma. You deserve it. Gotta keep quiet for me though, okay?”

You nodded frantically as Javi easily slid two fingers into your dripping heat, slowly pumping in and out of you as you felt the heat of his breath hovering over your cunt before he licked a long, broad strip through your folds, already making you instinctively buck your hips towards his face.

Javi hooked his free arm around one of your thighs, holding you in place as he began to lap you up, each stroke of his tongue slow and methodical as his fingers began to curl inside you, pressing into the sweet spot that he knew all too well would make you fall apart around him.

You couldn’t help but feel your bottom half squirm against your sheets, reaching down to tug at the dark curls of Javi’s hair, trying to find any sort of relief to keep from being a loud, moaning and whimpering mess as his tongue worked along your cunt, lapping you up like a man starved. His mouth latched along your clit, sucking at your sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers pumped inside you, making the tingle at the base of your spine already begin to build in a needy desperation.

“Javi, holy fuck- oh my god baby, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You whimpered, somehow managing to keep your voice just above a whisper as Javi pulled away to respond, still keeping a steady pace with his hand as he felt your pussy start to flutter around his fingers.

“I won’t stop baby, you can let go for me, Osita. I’ve got you.”

With that, he was back between your legs, relentlessly working along your heat with his mouth as the the coil in your belly wound so tightly, you were on the brink of snapping.

“Javi, Javi, Javi, oh shit- Fuck, fuck, I’m gonnaahhhhhhhhh.”

With that, your orgasm flooded through your body, pleasure spreading through every inch of you as you clenched around Javi’s fingers, soaking his hand and face with your arousal as you came, using every fiber of your being to keep from screaming out his name as you reached your high.

“Shhhhhh, that’s it, Hermosa.” Javi smirked, squeezing his fingers into the meat of your thigh as you rode out your orgasm, trying to help you keep quiet. Javi peeked his head back up as your breathing began to even out, your chest rising and falling in satisfaction as his kisses began to travel back up your body, stopping at your neck to take extra time to nip along your jawline, his teeth tugging at your earlobe as his voice rasped against your skin.

“Such a good girl for me, Osita. So fucking wet. Fuck, I need to feel you, baby. Can I?”

You nodded rapidly, feeling how hard he already was under his sleep shorts, his erection tenting the cotton fabric and staining it with his precum. “Yes, oh my god, please.” You moaned under your breath, pulling him in for an electric kiss, your mouths meeting with a passionate intensity.

“How do you want me, Hermosa?” He asked, breaking from your kiss. You had gotten to the point in your pregnancy that you were limited on options, which was never a problem since Javi had no problem making you feel incredible however the two of you fucked. Even with how horny you were, and any position would have been fine, Javi was always adamant that you being comfortable was the most important, and would let you call the shots.

“Can you spoon me? I’m not gonna lie, being punched in the gut all day has me exhausted, I’m too tired to get on top. Sorry, that is like, the most unsexy thing to say but-”

“Hey, I’ll do whatever you want, Osita. And it is fucking sexy because you’re growing our future soccer star.” He teased, cradling your face in his hand, pressing a soft kiss on your lips as you laughed, rolling your eyes.

“They better be a star after all the grief they’ve caused me.”

“I’m being serious though, baby. You know I think you are the most beautiful woman on the face of this earth, but seeing you all gorgeous and pregnant? Carrying our baby again? Fuck me, that’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Javi beamed, peppering kisses down your body as he helped you to lay down on your side, gently lifting your legs to put one of his pillows under your knees to prop them up. Javi shuffled his shorts down his legs, kicking them off the side of the bed before scooting behind you on his side, reaching down to stroke himself a few times as he lined up with your entrance, running his cock through your folds and collecting your slick as he caged his chest against your back. “You gonna let me prove to you how fucking perfect you are? Show you how much I love my beautiful fucking wife?”

You could feel his tip begin to slowly press inside your heat, easily sliding in from how wet you were, working his way deeper, taking his time as he buried himself in your cunt inch by inch until he bottomed out, the sweet sting of his fullness making you moan with no regard for your volume.

“Shhhhhhh, I know baby, I know. You gotta keep quiet for me. Don’t wanna wake up Lucy.” Javi rasped in your ear, draping his arm over your body, letting his hand run up and down your side to try and soothe you before he kept going. “Promise you’re gonna be a good girl and keep quiet?”

“Mhhmmmm, please, I promise, I need you Javi.” You whimpered, grinding your bottom half back into Javi, desperate for him to keep going.

“Jesus Christ- fuck, I need you too, Hermosa.” Javi grunted through gritted teeth, slowly pulling out before pressing back into your pussy, taking his sweet time as he savored every stroke. “So fucking wet for me, Osita.”

So wet, that all you could hear in your room was the lewd noises of Javi thrusting in and out of you over your muted moans you were trying to keep contained as you bit down on your tongue.

Each snap of his hips felt deeper than the last, the sweet sting of his stretch making you absolutely lose your mind as he punched against your g-spot at a slow and savory pace, pressing languid kisses along your neck and shoulder as the hot breath of his words hit your skin.

“I love you so fucking much, Osita. I’m so fucking lucky. You’re so perfect. Perfect wife, perfect mom to our daughter, perfect all pregnant and carrying our baby. Can’t wait until I can fuck another baby into you.” As if him whispering into your ear as he fucked into with an intensity and passion that had you reeling, Javi reached his hand around your front, the pads of his fingers meeting your throbbing clit, making you lose all control as a ragged moan escaped from your lips.

Javi’s hand immediately shot up to your mouth, carefully covering it before you got any louder, now trying his best to keep from groaning as he tried to keep you quiet. “I know Hermosa, fuck- fuck, we gotta stay quiet, baby.” Javi convincing himself just as much as he was convincing you, his grunts becoming louder and louder as they rumbled in his chest, feeling your cunt beginning to clench tighter around his cock.

You knew that despite how hard you tried, with how good you felt, and how quickly the heat in your belly was starting to bloom once again, there was no way you were going to be able to stop yourself from keeping quiet. Giving in to the fact that Javi was going to have no choice but to cover your mouth, you wrapped your hand over his, pushing his thumb into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl and suck over it as Javi continued to thrust into you, his pace now starting to quicken as he felt your pussy fluttering around him.

“Fuck- oh fuck me.” Javi groaned, punching deeper and harder against the spot inside you that made you crumble, needing to make you cum again before he fell apart just as quickly as you were. “Touch yourself, baby. I’m not gonna- shit- I’m not gonna last much longer. Need you to cum again. Need you to- fuck- soak my cock before I fuck you full of me.”

You let your hands drop down, reaching between your legs to rub your clit, barely needing any pressure at all before your second orgasm came crashing through you, moaning into Javi’s broad palm wrapped over your mouth as pleasure radiated through every inch of your body.

As Javi felt you fall apart, his thrusts became faster and sloppier, quickly following suit, spilling deep inside you after only a few more pumps, groaning through gritted teeth as he milked himself of every last drop. Resting his forehead against the back of your shoulder, you could feel Javi’s damp curls sticking to your skin as both your chests heaved deeply, trying to catch your breath as you came down from your highs. As Javi lifted his head up, you could feel his lips pressing soft kisses against your back, his fingertips tracing gentle circles on your skin, keeping his chest pressed to yours.

“You okay, Hermosa?” Javi cooed, letting the tips of his fingers dance along your soft skin as he let out a soft hiss, pulling out of your heat, feeling the mix of your spend dripping down your thighs, planting one more kiss on your shoulder before heading off to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth.

“Okay? I’m amazing. You finally got the munchkin to stop kicking and you made me cum so hard, holy shit, this is the best I have felt all day.” You laughed, shaking your head in blissed out satisfaction as Javi gently wiped you up, tossing the washcloth into the hamper as you turned over to face him, cupping his face as your lips met in a tender kiss, a soft smile peeking out the corners of both of your lips. “Thank you.”

“For what, Osita?” Javi questioned, his brow slightly scrunching in confusion as his sweet brown eyes stared back at you, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face.

“For being so amazing. For taking such good care of me, for being such a great dad, I don’t know, I’m so lucky to have you, Javi. I love you.” You smiled, letting tears flow down your cheeks, quickly trying to wipe them away in embarrassment. “Sorry, hormones.” You shrugged, letting out a little laugh as Javi’s thumb gently swiped across your wet face, drying your tears.

“You deserve everything, Osita. Eres mi amor, mi vida, mi todo. Te amo mucho. (You are my love, my life, my everything. I love you so much.)” Javi beamed, pulling you closer to lay against his chest, resting his hand on your stomach, gently rubbing it back and forth. “Mi familia es perfecto. Mi hermosa esposa, mi hermosa mija, mi hermosa futbolista (My family is perfect. My beautiful wife, my beautiful daughter, my beautiful soccer player)." The two of you laughed, looking down at your belly for a moment before letting out a little “oof” as you felt a tiny kick underneath where Javi’s hand was placed.

“Tell your little soccer star they can wait to practice until the morning.”

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eveningepiphany · 4 months

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something about the legs | h.s oneshot

summary: something about your best friends legs really does it for you, especially in skinny jeans…

warnings: besties with unexpected and very impulsive benefits, oral sex (mrec), lots and lots of talk about those mfing legs and thighs, dirty talk, h not expecting you to be like that until you are.

a/n: so it’s been a hot minute… hi again🤪 but something rlly just sent me spiralling with this pic of h’s fucking legs. look at them. anyways, enjoy me being a slut and channeling it into some fine literature, enjoy xoxo

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Ovulation week is a curse. An absolute, utter curse.

Between the multitude of random fluctuating symptoms and skyrocketing hormones, you feel dreaded enough as it is. But the worst part, is every fucking month you become absolutely manic with need.

Some are increasingly better or worse than others, but this month is something off the charts.

There is no warrant for you to be this fucking horny at 9:32pm on a Thursday night. Yet here you are, squirming because you’re around someone that already riles you up enough as it is.

Harry is your best friend. Has been for years. Since the awkward starting phases of middle school. All braces paired with horrendous fashion choices. And into the ages of highschool throughout all the drama and predictable thematics. Into the present, where life throws you curveballs as you enter the world as young adults, and now that he’s in one direction. You can’t imagine going through all that with anyone else.

Actually, maybe it’s fit to mention you’re almost certain that this man never went through an awkward phase… despite the fact possibly everyone else on the planet did. Harry did not.

He was cute from the day he was born, it’s evident in the pictures, up until he hit puberty, then he became some ungodly mix of both cute and ridiculously hot.

It’s disgusting that someone can do both things at the same time. And also revolting that they can have no idea at all.

But tonight, he is all hot. Between the way he’s dressed, the way he’s walking, and the way he’s talking. It’s close to killing you where you’re sat.

Thighs clenched together like there’s a thousand dollar check between them, you sit on a outdoor couch at your family’s holiday house.

It’s just the two of you outside on the large decked patio. It’s a huge house by the lake that your parents and grandparents own, so you invited Harry to come stay for the week. Your family were thrilled you invited him, but have already turned in for an early night. Since they planned to be out on the lake for a day of water activities almost before the damn sun was even fully up.

Harry has a glass of alcohol in his hands— one that is completely dwarfed in his hold. It’s condensation forming small droplets over the ridges of his fingers.

He hasn’t realised the staring you’ve been doing, as he paces the deck talking about something to do with a recent song he’s been writing.

You’re sliding in small hums of agreement at the appropriate times without even hearing what he’s saying. Only the pleasing lilt in his voice that tickles your ears as it enters them.

He’s got those black skinny jeans on, the pair that cling to his hips for dear life. And not only are they fit to his hips, but they hug every single curve on his legs. The thick of his thighs all the way down to the muscle of his calf.

And if anything was the killer for you tonight, it was those.

You’re surprised you’re not drooling on yourself. Which is fucking disgusting, but fact. As there is an over-production of saliva in your mouth right now just looking at his legs.

He is so muscly there. The presumed strength of his thighs makes you actually pant, and you never thought legs did it for you like this. But my god right now, they certainly are.

“But I jus’ dunno Y/N,” he turns to you, causing you to snap your gaze from the curve of his ass which you were shamelessly just staring at, back to his face.

It doesn’t get better for you anywhere you look. The man was built and sculpted by a god. Every feature was painstaking to look at, and not be able to touch.

“What d’ya reckon would sound better?” He asks, nonchalantly, unaware you were just eyeing him up.

You feel some shame now, as you scramble to find an answer for the question you don’t even know the context for.

“Well, i think whatever you feel flows better. Yknow?” You swallow, praying to god it’s diluted enough of an answer that he’ll just take it without question.

He nods, and relief floods through you, “i s’pose you’re right.”

However that relief hardly lasts long, because he’s not as clueless as you’d presumed, “You’re pretty good at giving advice even when you’re only half listening.”

He saunters over from the span of deck he’d been pacing the last 10 minutes, sitting down next to you with a smug look on his face. You feel the cushions dip with his body weight, and you’re so delusioned that even a part of you twinges with desire at the understanding of his weight. The idea of him pressing it down on top of you during—

“What’s on ya mind, love, why are you s’faraway lookin’?” He asks, sipping at his drink with a quirk of his dark eyebrows.

“I—“ Christ. He’s manspreading a bit right now… thighs pushed apart, “I’m just tired. Been a big few days.”

His curly, and boyishly-messy hair is cascading over his forehead and casting a shadow of his green gaze, the same one that’s nailing you where you’re sat right now.

He doesn’t look very convinced. And he’s watching your eyes flicker around, looking guilty of a lie, presumably the words that just came from your mouth.

“You don’t have t’lie, dove.” He laughs, a soft songbird-like chuckle that somewhat eases your tenseness.

You feel so dirty for thinking about him like this. When he can’t tell you it’s okay to be imagining absolutely sinful things you’d do… or let be done when it comes to him. However, you are so hormonal right now, that you don’t have it in yourself to stop.

He was just simply the wrong person, in the wrong place, at coincidentally the right time in your hormonal cycle.

And you feel even worse because there’s years of history behind the two of you. And friends are not meant to think of each other like this, it makes things quickly complicated. And this is not a hallmark film.

“I know.” You sigh out, “it’s not you, H. I’m just… hormonal.”

His first thought was that you were on your period, a look of tender concern flitting across his face.

“Oh, is your period making you feel sick?”

You could laugh at the irony. You are infact neither of the things he thinks. Not bleeding, and not ill.

He has looked after you before when you’ve been in the trenches with your period. He is always so willing to get you anything when you’re not feeling well.

And you can tell by the look on his pretty face he’s about to ask you he can get you anything to help— pain relief, water, snacks or simply a hug.

A gentleman, as always.

But if he asks you if you need anything, you only have one answer and that’s him. You need him, and not in a platonic way. So you interject before he can ask,

“No, quiet the opposite.” You shake your head, pursing your lips.

“But it’s fine,” you amend curtly, “just girl stuff.”

The two of you get consumed by a momentary silence, he was waiting for more information, which you simply were not giving. After a few seconds, he sputters out a sudden laugh.

“You can tell me, if you want, idiot.” He laughs, nudging you with his knee. His very attractive leg being left pressed into yours. “Gross details and personal stuff never usually stop us.”

Your whole body is burning up, overwhelmed. He is so fucking hot, and caring. You want him filling up your goddamn throat.

“No, trust me. This is all left best untold and ignored. I can’t help it, so we’re just ignoring it.” Your tone is certain, and to this he nods. Able to tell that’s as much of an answer he’d be getting for now, so he begrudgingly accepts it.

“Fine, fine, you’re just so stiff. Need t’relax.” He slides his free hand behind your back to pull him into his side.

Tugging you the small distance between you two, your head comes naturally to rest in the crook of his neck. Nose inhaling the woodsy scent of his cologne, smelling like the refreshingly cool breeze on a muggy summer night.

His thumb strokes a delicate back and forth rhythm on the bare skin it’s found between the waistband of your jeans and the hem of your fitted top.

It’s killing you, because he’s so gentle with you. Such a sweetheart really, but you’re breaking out a sweat at the feeling of his fingertips against your skin. You need a cold shower.

You try not to let your eyes wander down to the legs in those fucking jeans.

“S’long as ya alright,” he murmurs into your hair, “is there anything you need from me? ‘Cause if I can do anything for ya, yknow I would.”

Your stomach drops, how are you even supposed to answer that. Your face heats with even more guilt.

Your internal voice drops in her two cents on the question— your cock, she confidently stated. That was what she wanted.

“No, nothing you can do that’s reasonable, H.” You say, too dangerously close to him dragging the truth out of your needy mouth for your liking.

He tilts his head down to look at the profile of your face, curiously prodding further, “How unreasonable are we talking?”

“Ridiculously and foolishly unreasonable.”

“Why?”

“Sh. Don’t make me tell you, because I don’t want to.” You state defiantly, rolling away from his hold, since now you’re talking about it— although vaguely— it’s just making it worse.

Focusing on it is making the need more intense, your eyes feasting unintentionally on his muscled body relaxing on the couch.

He’s got this smirk on his lips. One you want to kiss off.

“You’re blushing, is it that bad?”

You scoff, “Yes, that bad.”

“Okay… so, it’s not your period, and it’s technically fixable— since you just said it’s unreasonable for me to do it… not impossible.” he’s wondering out loud, watching your every move.

Which now you’ve stood up and started pacing, trying to distract yourself from the pulsing between your legs and the begging voice in your head that wants to touch him so badly.

“Stop being nosey! God!” You frustratedly whine out, and he laughs at your sudden anger at not only him, but at seemingly just being a woman.

“Just trying to help, baby, don’t get mad.” He teases, and between his suddenly mocking mouth, your resolve snaps like a fickle twig.

“Fuck, I’m horny. Harry!” You groan out, covering your eyes over with the palms of your hands so you don’t have to see his likely disgusted face at your confession.

But now that you’ve started you can’t stop, “You just… your fucking legs and thighs are just… I don’t know! I’m ovulating and you’re just really sexy, it’s frustrating and I really want to die right now, H.”

In reality, his brows had just shot up with surprise, lips parting in shock. He could not believe you just admitted that.

He glanced down to his legs. He’s just in jeans, it wasn’t like he felt as though they were anything to write home about.

It shocked him that you even… well obviously the two of you are best friends. But it was rare that topics of sex came up, so all the sudden the conversation being about that and also about you is making his head spin.

Yet something comes over him, he doesn’t think as he speaks his next words, “Tha’s not as unreasonable as you made it out to be.”

You snap your hands down from your face, eyes locking onto his— he doesn’t look repulsed or uncomfortable as you had originally expected. He looks inexplicably open to the topic.

“I’ve got somethin’ you need, somethin’ that can fix it, love.” He states, shrugging his shoulders, his voice going almost sultry, “An’ yknow what I said, hm?”

At your silence— because you’re too stunned to even speak— he finishes the sentence for you, “Said I’d do anything for ya.”

Oh, is this quickly snowballing.

“Harry!” You shake your head, it feeling so wrong to be talking about this with him.

He abandons his drink on the small side table beside the couch, standing up and breaching the distance between you.

“Jus’ say the words, and then im yours.” He lowly whispers, and this is about to make you pass out. You’re clenching around nothing in your underwear, and the proposition is so tempting.

“We shouldn’t though. It’s not your responsibility to… satiate me.” You gulp out, nervous, yet body flaming with heat.

“Y/N, best friends help each other out… tha’s all it has to be, jus’ me making y’feel better.” he says, hand coming to run down your upper arm. And the second you started talking about this, his cock has been twitching where it’s confined his jeans.

“You can make all the decisions, all the calls, m’kay?” The statement was reassuring.

You lean into his touch, caving without anymore of a fight, “Okay… alright. Just… tell me if you change your mind. Please?”

His lips curl into a satisfied smile, feeling his hand get taken by yours. It’s much to risky to be fucking around with your best friend on the families patio, so you lead him down the steps into the dark, open backyard.

They have a pier, that’s lit with small solar lights, and that’s the first place you can that is reasonable enough to go. You tug him along the wooden decking it has, feet drumming against it.

Against a tree was too dark, and you at least want to see his cock if you’re getting the opportunity to touch it.

“On the pier, hey? That desperate.” He teases, and you push him with your free hand into one of its big wooden pillars.

“I want your cock down my throat, how’s that for desperate?” You scoff, pulling a laugh of pure shock from his own lips.

“I’m serious, H.” You look at him, stone cold expression. You are so riled up and ready to touch him that you need immediate confirmation this is something he wants.

“Go on, said you wanted it.”

Before you sink down onto your knees, you question him further, “you want this, though?”

A smile spreads over his mouth, “baby, you’re gonna be able to feel just how much i want this when you get down there. I was bricked the second you said you were horny.”

That was all you needed, dropping to the ground on your knees— now with his consent, your filter completely disappeared.

“Fuck me, Harry. I don’t think you understand how sexy you are.” Hands immediately coming up to squeeze the muscle of his thighs.

He hums a noise as he looks down at you on your knees, “Never thought legs would do it for you, but here we are.”

“Only thing i could think about is digging my nails into your thighs…”

You drag your hands back up to where the buckle of his belt laid, grabbing at it and undoing it. Slipping it out of the loops in his pants in a swift movement.

Leaning forward, you lift the hem of his black shirt, pressing your mouth against his happy trail.

You’re a slut for that little teasing patch of hair that dips below his low jeans. It causes you to whine out, a wordless sound of appreciation as you peck kisses over it.

The button and zipper quickly got undone by your nimble hands, and you finally brush over the prominent bulge that’s perked up in his boxers.

A realisation that you’re about to see your best friends dick for the first time kind of hits you, causing you to roll your lips between your teeth.

His suddenly strained voice comes from above you, “fuck, Y/N, don’t get shy with me. Y’can take me out.”

He’s almost ready to beg, even though this is all technically for you. But he didn’t anticipate how sensitive he would be when it’s a special girls hands running over his bulge.

However that’s exactly how it is, he’s already biting his lip as you cup him through his briefs, head tilted backwards with a sudden shared need.

You draw his jeans further down, “patience, im just enjoying you, pretty boy.”

The doting nickname earns a small groan from his lips, paired with the fact you’re now mouthing at his inner thighs. They’re warm and firm, dusted with dark hairs. You suck the most inner and upper part of his thigh into your mouth, causing him to grunt out.

You busy yourself with that particular part of his skin for a moment, rubbing the backs of your hands around the flesh of his ass. Still unfortunately covered by his briefs.

“So fuckin’ good to me, H.” You muttered into his soft skin, dragging your nose over to kiss the fabric covering his hard cock.

It makes him twitch, “letting me do this… and touch you where I want.”

You sound so out of it, replacing your mouth with your hand momentarily so you can go back to kissing his thighs, teeth impulsively barring over them. He shudders at the sensation.

After a bit more teasing, you finally start to pull the waistband of his black calvins down.

When his cock is fully out, you moan. You straight out moan at the sight of it. It’s glistening tip is a flushed red, beading out a sliver of precum for you, and it was safe to say he’s well equipped.

The two of you curse in sync as you hold him in your hand, feeling the weight as you stroke gently.

“Christ, tha’s good.” He curses out, hips stuttering forward slightly. You take a moment to look up at his face.

His cheeks have gone a slight red, and his lips are shiny from his teeth and tongue constantly running over them. Not to mention the way his lidded eyes are gazing down at you.

You hold eye contact as you lean in to lick over his tip in one solid stroke, watching his face twist in pleasure.

It makes your core drip. Seeing his cock, tasting it, watching him react to your touch. It fuels you to take his tip into your mouth, giving a gentle suck.

Your fingers take refugee digging into his thighs, and you are already loosing you mind with him between your lips. Somehow, you’re almost convinced you could come just from sucking on his dick.

Your self control is completely shattered now, you draw back and spit over his length, listening to him groan out as he watches the action.

“Drool on me, darling.” He says, the gentle demand makes you eager to impress him. You liked the idea of him telling you what to do… maybe even forcing you.

Fuck, you are sick and twisted, you scoffed internally at your self. Yet proceeding to gather your saliva and let it dribble down onto him.

“Thank you, thank you…” you murmur against him, and he twitches at your still airy voice. He would kill to know just how wet you were between your legs.

It was such a sight for you though, seeing him start to get slicked up with your own spit. Your mouth reconnected with him, sliding further down, hand coming up to massage his balls.

You’re whining around him now, starting to move in a sort of rhythm over his cock. You can’t help it, you were becoming frantic at him filling your throat.

The vibration of your mouth sends his hand flying into your hair, drawing a cuss from his lips, “fuck, Y/N…”

You get his cock as far as you can into your mouth without gagging— you’ll leave that for a little later— stroking the remainder. There’s something about the way he takes up the space between your lips, the feeling of his thick cock atop your tongue.

You glance up at him, fingertips teasing the inner parts of his thigh. Just as you look up, you give a harsh suck, hollowing out your mouth and lathing your tongue on the underside of him. Feeling the vein that runs along him.

His head almost bangs back against the wooden beam he’s leaning on, you feel the slight stutter of his hips.

A moan reverberated around you, filling your ears pleasingly. You draw back for a breathe, “you taste so good.”

His hand curls in your hair, panting out, “You’re such a needy girl…”

“Like that?” He asks at the whimper that come from you, “like being told that I see how desperate y’becoming?”

You nod immediately, “please…”

At your way of asking for more dirty talk he smiles, “becoming my little slut? Warming my cock with your mouth just because you’re so horny for it.”

When you don’t reply with words, and only a senseless moan, he taps your mouth with his fingers gently.

“Show me, baby.”

You part your lips almost instantly at his command, jutting your wet tongue out, ready to take him back into your mouth.

He guides his cock back between your lips, and that’s about as far as he gets before you have to take over from him again. All he can register is how hot and warm you’re mouth is as it wraps around him again.

You start to bob your head, taking him all the way down your throat with a slight gag. You’re whining without warrant now, all over his spit slicked cock.

It’s paired with his own moans of pleasure and words of praise as you suddenly draw back, flicking over his wet tip with your tongue, teasing it and making him grunt.

Your soul existence quickly slips to being just about his cock and hearing his noises. Being able to look up at him and see the sweat beginning to sheen over his forehead, and the mess of his soft hair.

His eyes are squeezed shut, and he has to forcibly open them every so often to see you. A reality check for himself that down on her knees, is his best friend. Drooling all over his prick with a insatiable need.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” He states as you take him all the way down your throat again.

“Taking me like the slut y’are. Might ‘ave to fuck you like one later, how’s that sound?” His mouth has gone loose now, brain muddled with only thoughts of you in it.

You suck and nod over him, brain rioting with a yes at his question.

“Probably so wet, so warm.” He mutters in half thought, and the idea of him even thinking of you like that makes you clench multiple times in your panties.

You roll you hips against nothing which he is grateful he caught with his half lidded eyes. The look of sheer desperation that crossed your face.

Moving faster, you starting taking his cock at a pace that immediately made his hand coil tighter in your hair.

“Fuck… im gon’ come faster than I’d like if y’keep— shit— doing that.” He moans, and you draw back quickly.

“Need to taste it… please, Harry.” You beg, forcing your throat back down around him once you’d got a breathe.

You gagged around him in full this time, earning his hips bucking against you.

Strings of dirty talk and cusses were flying out of his mouth, like a litany being repeated over and over. He kept praising you.

“That warm mouth…fuck… fucking me so good baby. Want to keep y’down there for hours, like m’personal little cockslut.”

Your nails dug into the backs of his meaty thighs, making you moan around him. Spit was covering your chin as you moved hastily over his hard prick.

“Like that idea?” He asked gruffly, “making you drool all over me like this until I’m empty, an’ y’ve come in y’panties to the point you’re dripping.”

You feverishly bob your head, sucking hard against him. If his bucking hips and loose mouth are any indicator, he’s getting close.

A few more minutes of your mouth, and he’s swearing, “im gonna come, dove— fuck— where do y’want it?”

Trying not to stop to long, looking up at his flushed face and blown out eyes, you lowly plead, “on my tongue, please…”

“Good slut, good fucking girl!” He slurs out.

You draw back to his tip, eager to taste him properly. You spit messily over his pulsing red head, kitten licking over it while your hand fucks the rest of his length at a fast pace.

It has him a wreck, and before he know it, he’s moaning out so loud he’s almost scared he woke someone in the house up.

“Fuck! I’m going to come, baby, im gonna come!”

You watch in completely infatuation as his eyes screw shut and his mouth drops into a gasp for air. You feel his hips stutter, and his cock pulse and twitch as it releases onto your awaiting tongue.

He tastes so good. You feel ashamed for even liking it that much, but as it spurts out his tip and drips onto your lower lip, your insane over it.

You rub it in with his tip, coating it over your tongue, and he pants as he opens his eyes to watch you.

It’s a sight etched into his mind forevermore. The fact his come is painted all over your tongue right now.

“Swallow it, pretty girl, let me watch.” He exhaustedly instructs you, voice raspy and deep in his post orgasm haze.

You do as told, and realising some has spilt even onto the corner of his thigh now that you’ve let him go.

Not letting it go to waste, you clean it off with a lick of your still eager mouth. Gently kissing over the spot as well.

“Taste so good, H.” You whisper against him, moving over to kiss his tip a final time.

“Thank you, again. For letting me do that…” You almost feel more satisfied than you would have if you had gotten to come as well.

“Made me feel amazing, baby.”

Or so you thought, because once he raised the point again… “If you want, since I can only imagine how desperate your little cunt is, I can return the favour somehow?”

And it was impossible to say no when he looked like that, boxers still half down his beautiful legs and face flushed that sexy shade of red.

You were in for a night, that was for sure. So much for an early morning.

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instagram j.b.

summary: follow along with joe and his fiancé evie as the go through his football career.

*face claim is Yasmin Quintana*

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user: those penalties at the end were BS!!

> breezyevie: you said it !!

user: you are cringe garbage

user: not you dyeing your hair before the biggest game of the year.

> breezyevie: maybe it was bad luck.

user: thank you for bringing such positivity to fan base

user: i love you and the bengies so much

> breezyevie: i love you!

joeyb_9: special season. thank you for being there, you rock ev. ❤️

> breezyevie: special guy. 🤍

user: i can’t believe that you’re joe b girlfriend

millyg: you’re cincy’s hero.

> breezyevie: you’re my hero.

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user: keep shining joey, you’ll be back next year

user: now i can block evie till next season, i only follow for you.

breezyevie: you are the most inspiring and dedicated person i know. i’m obsessed with you.

> user: girl we know. get a life.

user: i’m calling it now they go undefeated next season

user: we will be back. WHO DEY!!!

user: this had me tearing up

> breezyevie: i’ve cried so much. just let it out.

user: does this mean that ur cringy gf won’t be posting you anymore?

> user: y’all love to hate on a girl for living her life.

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user: gross

user: that drink looks so good

> breezyevie: it was amazing!!

millyg: i still can believe i wasn’t invited

> breezyevie: don’t hate me. 😅

user: clout chaser

user: you’re my idol

> breezyevie: stop, my heart will explode. 🤍🤍🤍

user: imagine joe b is ur man?

> user: and she’s so average..

user: i already can’t wait to see your game day fits. is it september yet?

user: please quit posting with joe, i’m trying to forget you’re the one who has him tied down.

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joeyb_9: preciate all of the fighters that didn’t beat me up this weekend. @ufc

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breezyevie: it’s the bucket hat for me

> joeyb_9: just call me joe buckets

> breezyevie: gtfo. 🤣

user: coldest qb

user: stupid pic

user: didn’t know joey b was chill like that

user: why didn’t ev go to the fight?

> user: no one wants to see him with his busted gf

> user: they’re engaged now

> user: that’s even worse

lahjay10_: no ev slander around here

> breezyevie: you’re my favorite. 🤍

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breezyevie: is she a nascar girly now?

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user: i hate when ur posts come up on my page

user: a post that isn’t about joe? *gasp*

joeyb_9: you’re just the coolest person i know.

> breezyevie: it’s natural swag

user: iconic look

user: fine i’ll watch @nascar now

lahjay10_: she drive that fast car

user: is this why you weren’t at ufc with joe

user: are you going to become an influencer now

user: omg look at you!

user: i wanna be you when i grow up

> breezyevie: be better than me! be YOU!!

user: what a sellout. quit piggy backing off of your bf and get a real job

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joeyb_9: Today and always… Happy Anniversary Ev, your gift is this pic on my feed.

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breezyevie: thanks for being you and for being mine.

> user: all of the “joe never post her” commenters, refer to the above photo.

> user: i liked it better that way

user: he deserves so much better

lahjay10_: there’s no joey b without ev! happy anniversary.

user: no way he’s got a gf!!!

> user: they have been together for like six years? like how did you miss that?

user: that should be me

user: when he didn’t post her i could pretend she didn’t exist

user: happy anniversary to my mom and dad!

bengals: Happy Anniversary to Jovie!

user: break up with her, i’m hotter.

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breezyevie: some randoms of my jb. im so lucky that i fell in love with someone who became hot and famous. my life is brighter with you in it, happy anniversary baby.

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user: i can’t wait for this wedding

user: ev is always clutch with the unseens

joeyb_9: hot, famous, and taken. it’s you and me baby.

user: mother has fed us today

user: it’s sad that she limited comments

> user: i never thought id see the day that comments would bother her, she’s got thick skin.

> millyg: sometimes it doesn’t matter how thick your skin is when the whole internet is shitting on you just bc they want your man.

breezyevies ig stories:

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GUITAR STRING HEART 1 :: KYLIAN MBAPPE

𖥻 SUMMARY ー [ sometimes they're an unexpected chapter in the story ] 𖥻 PAIRING ー [ kylian mbappe x fem! guitarist/singer! reader ] 𖥻 GENRE ー [ social media au, band au, ex's to ???, angst, fluff ] 𖥻 WORD COUNT ー [ 4.7k ] 𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ drinking, smoking, mention of nudity, breakups, and insecurities - let me know if theirs anything else ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ first post, and it's an idea I have had for a while - their is going to be a part 2 to this and Idk when I will write it but enjoy - ALSO their may be several mistake but plz ignore it 2 am and i can see straight ]

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Nothing felt better than this, the rush of Adrenaline and Dopamine kicking in, making everything fuzzy in the best way possible. Y/N lived for that rush, and right now was no different as she played her heart out on stage with her hands skilfully plucking the strings of her baby blue guitar, playing in harmony with her bandmates to the thunderous applause of the crowd. The song finally drew to a close, and the cheers became deafening. The musician felt at home looking out into the sea of faces full of twinkling phone lights, signs, and posters.

As the cheers died down slightly, Axel yelled into the mic, "Thank you, Rome and good night." followed by more applause from the crowd, and the stage lights cut off. The show was over, and dame where they beat, sluggishly making their way backstage. The group placed their instruments down before they crashed to the floor. "One more show left to go", Sabrina laughed. "Ugh, I'm gonna miss this", Onyx muttered in exhaustion. "Are you, though" Sabrina questioned, knowing her friend's lazy tendencies. "Hate to say it, but I agree with nyx on this one. I could do this forever," Y/n finally chimed in as she picked herself off the floor, grabbed four water bottles, and shared them with the group. "Now hurry up, you dumb fucks. I need a shower."

Paparazzi were annoying fans, and average fans weren't. That was set in stone, but the line separating the two was slim. So when people were shoving cameras in their faces and screaming at them to 'look here.' it got very annoying very quickly. The security team surrounded them like a herd of intimidating sheep, escorting them from the venue to their ride to the hotel.

With a deep sigh, Y/N finally shut the door to her hotel room, bolted it, and quickly stripped naked, leaving a pile of clothes in the bathroom. She bathed under the shower and let the hot water wash away all the day's dirt, grime and stress. Humming a light tune, she scrubbed her body clean with scented body gel and shampooed and conditioned her hair before rinsing. Now fresh and clean, she did her extensive skin care and posted a picture on Instagram with her, Sabrina, and Victoria from Maneskin, adding a couple of images to her story and making a quick tweet teasing the final concert of the tour in paris before turning off her phone and falling asleep. Safe to say, she was excited for what was to come, but nothing could prepare her for the storm coming her way, a storm called Kylian Mbappe.

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Kylian knew it was wrong, but that had never stopped him before. He had lost all sense of morality the moment he lost her, as he lay awake another sleepless night with the bed feeling too big and empty, yearning for the feeling of another body filling that void. But it couldn't be just anyone, and he figured that out the hard way after many nights of drinking and sleeping around still did little to ease or mend his broken heart.

Letting out a deep sigh, the PSG player gave up on trying to sleep and decided to turn on the tv as he lay perfectly still in bed and flicked through the channels. Lady and the tramp was one of Y/N's favourites because she was a hopeless romantic. As the famous spaghetti scene played with romantic music in tow, the number ten couldn't help but feel heavy-hearted and annoyed.

Everything reminded him of her, but he didn't have the right to complain about feeling heartbroken. He was the one who left the stunning musician. So in some sick sense of karma, he did deserve it. Maybe this was how the universe would exact revenge on him on behalf of his former lover. Gift him success, money, fame - and every luxury life had to offer but leave a hole in the shape of the love he once had.

He constantly felt the overwhelming urge to see her face, like an itch in his brain that he could not scratch, to see what he had missed, to revel in envy and live vicariously through her social media posts and dream of a world where they were still together. He held a sick sense of pride that no one would know her as intimately as he did - but what if things had changed? What if someone else did? What if she had moved on? And let the moments the two of them shared slowly deteriorate from her library of memories to make room for new ones without him?

The thought made his blood boil, he knew he had no right to be angry, but he couldn't help it. How could he remain calm? When a usurper had taken his place in Y/N's heart, he understood that it was no longer his place to hold - but oh, how he wished it was. How he wished he could wake up with someone to hold him tight in the winter mornings, kiss him until minor bruises formed, love him through the highs and lows and excepted him with all his flaws. But he didn't just want someone. He wanted Y/N L/N, but unfortunately, not all dreams came true.

So Kylian did the next best thing; he stalked her. Clicking on the profile, he scrolled through the array of photos, her happy face, in different countries, with her friends, family but not him - never him. That was why he didn't want their relationship to be secret anymore. He was tired of being hidden. Because in the back of his mind, he thought Y/N was ashamed to be seen with him, obviously that was the furthest thing from the truth.

But he couldn't help it, so in an attempt to find some comfort, he suggested making the relationship public multiple times. Constant declining and excuses did nothing but further his insecurities to the point that he started to doubt their relationship. This only lead to more fights and, finally, the eventual end of the relationship, with him being the one to call it off.

As he stared at the same face, he shed a river's worth of tears with. He felt nothing but regret and guilt as he saw the musician's Instagram story, a picture from her band's concert in Rome. 'I don't want to love you anymore' in a bold red, scrawled over the digital screen in the background. Part of him wanted to deny any chance that this may be directed towards him, but another part of him clung to the idea that the musician was still in love with him like a wet shirt to skin.

So without thinking, he posted on his story replying to her first post indirectly, not even concerned if people would put two and two together. An hour later, Kylian began watching another movie that reminded him of her. Tim Burton's corpse bride, as the film played in the background, Mbappe opened Twitter and switched accounts from his offical to his secret. His timeline was a bloody valentines shrine of achievements and, more notably, Y/N's achievements, from videos of her and her bandmates at the Grammys and red carpets to their most recent concert in Rome. He watched them all, liking, favouriting and rooting for them from afar.

One particular video caught his eye, clicking play. Shouts and music met his ears as the video of the group performing the song 'second chance romance.' played with everyone in the crowd screaming, dancing and singing along. All he could do was focus on the lyrics. 'second chance romance doesn't leave us enough time for one last dance, with not enough time. You'll leave me begging you, please don't go, but even if you leave, maybe in a couple of years, I'll let you back into my heart, my dear.'

The song was for him. It had to be. Once again, acting on impulse, he posted the picture of the Tim burton movie and song title to his story before shutting off his phone. Mbappe closed his eyes and let out a deep breath as he clung to his last shred of hope that he could still have her back. He knew that Y/N's final concert was in Paris, and part of him felt happy that she was coming home. Even if it wasn't to him, maybe he would watch. He eventually fell asleep, unaware of the problems he had caused with those posts. But perhaps it was for the best?

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celebritytheories Football fans and blood hearts clash as the recent stories made by mbappe leave fans wondering if there was some relationship between him and bloody valentines guitarist and female vocalist y/n l/n. The rumours sparked after kylian posted a harmless photo of him watching lady and the tramp (one of y/n's favourite movies of all time) with a cryptic message seemingly replying to the y/n's story about her band's concert in rome, italy. And if that wasn't enough to cause controversy, the psg star then made a follow-up post on his story with the caption 'second chance romance.' which is a bloody valentine song written by y/n herself. As it recounts a relationship with an old flame and how she would be willing to rekindle their love, the reference was paired alongside another of her all-time favourite movies, the corpse bride. People's opinions are split, with some claiming that fans are just reaching. Others argue that the references were too cohesive to be coincidence and that the singer did spend four months in paris last year. With no more information and neither party addressing the rumours, there is nothing but speculation. With bloody Valentine, the final stop on their world tour is in Paris, and people are wondering if PSG's number star will be among the crowd.

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user stay away from my future wife you mutant turtle 🤺🤺🤺

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thegossip band bloody valentine has finally landed in pairs for their last concert on their bloody revenge world tour, with rumours circulating that the Italian band maneskin will also be expected to make an appearance, but nothing has been confirmed.

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user I would sell my soul to see them live

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user I want vic from maneksin and y/n bloody valentine to peg me

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Love was a complicated emotion, but the dread that she was experiencing was the furthest thing from it. Y/N had been worried about everything but the paparazzi, from the jet to the car to the hotel. She leaned against the hotel room's balcony with a cigarette and a flute of champagne in hand. She felt the sicking sense of nostalgia creep down her spine as she watched the twinkling lights of the Eiffel tower.

The cold wind gently knocked against her frigid skin, reminding her that at the same time last year, she was in the warm embrace of the supposed man of her dreams - Kylian Mbappe. But it wasn't meant to be. Even if she wished it was, it wouldn't change the truth. They were over and had been over for nearly a year, so why he decided to start writing cryptic messages and references directed at her was a surprise. Her head had convinced her that he was bored, and her heart said that he still loved her, but whatever the PSG player was doing was not appreciated.

The squeak of the balcony door stopped her rabbit hole of reminiscing as her best friend and fellow bandmate Sabrina joined her on the balcony. "Feels nice to be back, doesn't it?" the bassist asked. All Y/N could respond with was a whispered 'yeah' as she tried to convince herself and her friend that she was unbothered. "Angel, you know you are great at many things, but lying is not one of them."

With a deep sigh of frustration, the guitarist downed the rest of her champagne before placing the glass on the floor. Taking another long drag of her cigarette, leaned her back against the railing. "It's just…memories." She trailed off slightly, looking at her friend with a heavy sadness in her eyes. "Your thinking about the posts", Sabrina gently interrogated as she leaned against the rails and began to smoke. "It's hard not to when it's splashed all over gossip sites", the guitarist softly answered as she took one final drag of her cigarette before extinguishing it in the ashtray.

"You know, maybe it's well-aligned coincidences", Sabrina half-heartedly joked to make her friend smile - which she did. But only for a brief moment, as the gloom of memories crept over her once more. "You and I both know those posts were anything but coincidence, Brina," Y/N spoke with a sad smile. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, you're probably not going to see him, " her friend uttered, trying to comfort her sad companion.

"Oddly enough, that makes me feel slightly worse that better." as tears start to well in her eyes, Y/N lights a fresh cigarette - Kylian hated when she smoked, which was the exact reason she did it often. "You still in love with him" the dreaded question slipped through her friend's lips, and the two stood in a moment's worth of silence. "I don't think I ever stopped. I only learned how to act like I didn't."

"to be honest, I always thought that you two would get married", Sabrina sighed as she thought about all the times she saw her friend and the football star looking hopelessly in love during their relationship. But no love story was perfect, and Y/N and Kylian's was no different. "yeah, me too," Y/N whispered with unshed tears. Sabrina knew why they ended, as Kylian's constant need to make their relationship public tore them apart.

And the 18-year-old Y/N was hesitant, and she didn't want unnecessary attention from the media, who already had an affinity for making baseless dating accusations against her. But Sabrina could understand why Kylian didn't want to keep their relationship secret - he wanted to show the world how much he loved his girl. But at the same time, Y/N had a different idea for their relationship, wanting to keep it private and avoid people making unnecessary comments towards both of them. She was trying to protect him, but did he need protection in the first place?

After a few more moments of peaceful silence, the two girls agreed to go back inside as the cold worsened. Stepping back into the warm hotel room, their other two bandmates lay on the sofa with a drink in hand and not a care in the world. Looking up from his phone Onyx smiled at the pair "nice of you to rejoin the party." the drummer laughed as he handed the two a beer bottle each as they seated themselves in the empty loveseat.

"Good to know you're still not completely shit-faced", Y/N snickered, taking a sip of her beer, "Don't worry, the night is still young," the man said in a fit of laughter. "Give it ten minutes, and he'll be out like a light", Axel finally chimed in. The other guitarist and male vocalist chuckled at the state of his bandmate. "Nah, I give it five", Sabrina countered. "You people have no faith in me", the intoxicated drummer whined in protest. The group laughed in innocent bliss, revelling in each other's company, only to be interrupted by a knock at the door.

Looking in the direction of the nock, Axel sighed, "alright, fess up. Who ordered takeout." looking towards his friends, who all denied doing such a thing - but that didn't convince him. Pushing himself up from the sofa and walking towards the door, making sure to grab his wallet in the process, he grumbled incoherently while the other three just looked at each other confused. Opening the door, Axel was met with the face of their manager, not a delivery boy. "False alarm, it's just Johnny ", he yelled to the others, who groaned at the thought of no food.

Letting the older man into the room, they offered him a beer, which he accepted graciously before taking a seat on an empty stool. "So your probably wondering what I'm doing here, so I'll get straight to it. As you know, tomorrow is the day before your last concert on tour, and I just got a call from the higher-ups. They want you to attend the PSG vs Man City match tomorrow and get the most publicity out of these stupid rumours about Y/N and Mbappe." Johnny spoke as the group listened intently to their manager, oblivious to the fact that these rumours were true, which made him look stupid, but they chose not to say anything. Well, this was an exciting turn of events.

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Y/N had been uneasy since the morning as she sat in the car on her way to the game. She was questioning her life choices as she tried to find ways to escape this uncomfortable situation, but her back was against the wall. It took all her strength not to reach from her seat behind the driver and grab the wheel to force him to turn the car around. Part of her hated Johnny for this, but the other part couldn't be mad at him for something he didn't know or could control.

Finally, stopping in front of Parc Des Princes Paris. Home to PSG and her ex-boyfriend Y/N felt like she was dying. Stepping out of the car, she looked up at the enormous stadium as she felt a hand intertwined with hers. Turning slightly, she met Sabrina's gaze giving her a reassuring smile to her friend that she was 'fine'. The group walked in like a scene out of an action movie as security escorted them to their seats in the VIP lounge.

As fans flooded into the stadiums as chants and singing began - football fans were a different breed of human. A little while later, the pre-kick of formalities had started. Both teams make their way onto the field, standing in line with the children in front of them. As the camera panned across all of the player's faces, Y/N's heartbeat quickened slightly at the sight of the PSG number seven. Her heart screams at his effortlessly attractive disposition, even if her head screams to ignore him. But that had been challenging to do when every fibre of her being was still calling out to him.

Y/N was choosing to swat away the intrusive thoughts and enjoy the game, as that was the point of being there, even if it was mixed up in a publicity bit. As the game began, the guitarist was on the edge of her seat as the two teams went head to head. One of the most intriguing clashes amid the match was between Mbappe and Halland, as the two promising talents battled it out in what seemed to be far bigger than just a football match - it was personal. There was a purpose behind every tackle and interception, not just to win but to make a point to the other.

By the end of the first half, it was 1-1, with both teams equally matched in skill, speed, and defence, meaning there were very few windows to score. As much as she didn't want to come, Y/N was genuinely surprised at how much she was enjoying herself. If it weren't for the fact that everyone knew they were here (courtesy of the cameras showing their reactions to the goals on the large screen) and that her ex-boyfriend was in the same vicinity as her, she would have classed this as a near-perfect experience.

"They're good, aren't they?" Axel spoke in awe as he took a sip of his coke, "yeah, I mean did you see Halland score that goal!" Onyx said with elevated enthusiasm - he was a man city stan. "technically, aren't we meant to be supporting PSG as they were the ones who invited us?" Sabrina questioned, making an excellent point. Why would PSG invite them when one of their star players was making headlines for all the wrong reasons with a member of the band they asked to watch? "Well, it's a free country, and I'm going to support Halland," Onyx said firmly with his support for the light blues.

"Suck his ass more like." Y/N chimed in, giving Brina a high five as the two laughed at their friend's obsession with Earling Halland. As the group talked about the game and enjoyed their VIP benefit food, the second half started, and it did not disappoint. Mbappe and Messi followed Neymar and scored a goal each, but the field was quickly made even by Phil Foden and Jack Grealish. The game ended 3-3, much to each side's disappointment, but they all played their best and put on a fantastic show of skill.

Standing up from their seats, the group cheered along with the rest of the audience of fans before they began to grab their things and get ready to leave, like everyone else. But a text message from Johnny altered their plans drastically, "Oh shit", Onyx cursed, looking at his friends. "Have you guys read what johnny boys said on the group chat" Taking the silence as a 'no', he continued, "apparently, were going to be taken by security to meet the PSG team"

If Y/N wasn't freaking out before, she sure was now. Sensing her distress, her friends jumped in to comfort her. "Hey baby, listen, we don't have to if you don't want to", Axel said, trying to comfort his best friend as she looked like she was on the verge of tears at the thought of being in the same room as her ex. "No, no, we have to. I don't want management to know somethings up." the girl sighed as she tried to compose herself as she began to walk down to the reception.

They were taken back into the restricted area, Y/N was now in fight or flight mode, and in a last-ditch attempt, she asked where the bathroom was. Walking towards the restroom, she could feel her bandmates concerned gazes as the guitarist and singer walked into the bathroom. Splashing cold water over her face, looking at her reflection in the mirror, she felt her solid resolve deteriorating with every passing second.

"You look like you have been through it" not even bothering to turn around, she looked through the mirror and saw Earling Halland leaning against one of the stalls near the door. "You could say that." turning around to face him, giving him a small smile. "Hope it wasn't because of the outcome of the match." he joked lightly, seeing the girl's tense demeanour and deciding that she needed a laugh.

"No, it was anything but that. It's not every day you get to see Earling the robot Halland play live." the Norwegian star met her gaze with a stunned expression riddled across his face. "You know who I am?" he asked in shock, and all Y/N could do was laugh. "Of course, I know who you are. It's difficult not to when my bandmate constantly professes his undying love for you." Erling flushed pink as he muttered a small 'wow', "Yeah, don't underestimate your reputation. Onyx asked to become you for Christmas."

As the two laughed at the ridiculous request, "well, looks like he's not the only one with an impossible Christmas gift since all of your concert tickets are sold out, " the blond confessed, which shocked the singer. "You listen to our music," Y/N asked, pointing from him to herself when he nodded without hesitation. "Not just me. The whole man-city squad loves your music, and we were planning to see you live in London, but the tickets sold out so fast."

"Okay, I see a way we can solve both our problems. You get me one of your signed jerseys I will get you and the rest of your squad tickets to tomorrow's concert" Boy, did that make him happy he asked if she was being serious, and when she responded with a firm yes, she was flung into a hug. "Okay, okay, I can get you that jersey and do you one better I can get the whole squad to sign it." the blond Norwegian said, breaking away from the embrace.

"Wait, you would do that?" Y/N asked in surprise that the player was willing to do so much for someone he had just met, and another nod had her smiling like an idiot. "You, my friend, have just earned you and the rest of your team tickets to tomorrow's concert and an invite to the after-party." the two talked through the details, exchanging numbers and bidding each other goodbye. Safe to say that she felt much happier as she walked towards her dreaded destination. Wonder how long that's going to last.

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thegossip Bloody valentine spotted at the recent psg vs man city game

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Congrats on 2k!!🥳💋✨

As for the request- for the love of God, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 do a Seokjin + fake dating au where he realises he is falling for reader😭

i gotchu, boo!

the one with seokjin and without complaints

pairing: kim seokjin x gn!reader type: drabble | type: fluff | wc: 973 summary: you don’t want to arrive dateless to a wedding your ex is also attending. enter friend and local hero, kim seokjin. au: fake dating, drunken confession. cw: alcohol use & moderate tipsiness, blatant inspo. by “leonard cohen” — boygenius, not proofread tbh 🤪 rating: pg15 *regardless, my content is not for minors. minors or ageless blogs who interact with my content will be blocked.

When you pulled up outside Seokjin’s apartment building to find him waiting on the sidewalk, you were all smiles. He’d hopped in the passenger seat, did his best not to stare at you in all your satin-wrapped glory, and asked one last time if you were sure you didn’t want him to drive. You, despite your absolutely abysmal sense of direction, declined.

And then you were off, headed for the highway with only the faintest hint of anxiety vibrating through you. As you drove, you’d thanked him for his service — for the thousandth time — and he’d reminded you — for the thousandth time — that it wasn’t necessary. He’d meant it he said he’d do anything for you, up to and including spending too much money on a new suit just to make your shithead ex feel slightly worse.

After a few minutes of easy conversation, you reached the on-ramp and stopped at the red light. Noticing the song that shuffled to the top of the queue, he’d moved to change it to something that wasn’t garbage. With a flexed brow and all the emphasis in the world, you hit him with a challenge he couldn’t turn down:

“Seokjin-ah, if you love me, you will listen to this song.”

So, he’d let you enjoy your own questionable taste in music without complaint. Of course, he’d realized a long time ago that you were headed in the wrong direction, but Seokjin would’ve rather died than interrupt the full-blown performance you were giving within the confines of your seatbelt.

He couldn’t tell what prompted the butterflies to appear en masse in his stomach: the way you’d blushed when the song ended and he clued you into your mistake, or the prospect of more time to swap embarrassing stories the other somehow hadn’t heard yet. The unintentional detour had added an hour to the drive, but Seokjin had no complaints about that, either.

Eventually, you’d reached your destination and whipped into the venue’s parking lot at a rate of speed Seokjin could only describe as criminal. Claiming the last remaining space before some other straggler could snag it, you’d turned and shot him a wink that made him go a little bit stupid.

It suddenly made sense why you’d never been hit with a moving violation. Nobody on the receiving end of that smile could have the strength of will to ticket you.

“Ready?” He’d asked once he joined you on the pavement, glancing at the entrance before his eyes flicked over to you.

You didn’t look it, but you’d swallowed hard and said, “Ready.”

Like it was the hundredth time and not the first, your hand slipped into his and squeezed tight. Distinctly not ready, you’d followed his lead as he headed towards the front doors. Seokjin caught sight of your joint reflection in the glass pane as he pulled the door open. Your ruse would’ve fooled him if he wasn’t in on it, he’d realized. It looked right, you holding onto him.

The ceremony was exactly as boring as he’d expected it would be, but your head resting lightly against his shoulder was a sufficient distraction. Completely ignoring the vows being exchanged several meters ahead of him, Seokjin had spent a minimum of ten minutes trying to figure out what the scent of your shampoo was, and why it was giving him heart palpitations. When the newlyweds paraded past him on the way back down the aisle, he’d ignored that, too, and wiped the sentimental tear off your cheek with the side of his thumb.

Thankfully, the reception was proving to be infinitely more exciting than its predecessor.

Despite scanning the area several times, Seokjin still couldn’t spot your ex in the crowd of guests. You still danced as if that clown was watching, touched Seokjin’s arm whenever you laughed at one of his jokes with your whole chest. He was dizzy, kind of, but maybe that was the champagne.

No, he ultimately concluded. The champagne was currently working it’s magic on you, sloshing lightly in your flute as you set it back down on the table.

“I have a confession to make,” You whispered at full volume, smiling sheepishly. “Promise you won’t get mad?”

You reached across the table to take his hand and knocked over the aforementioned flute in the process. With reflexes shockingly quick for someone as tipsy as he was, Seokjin managed to steady the glass before it could empty onto the table cloth. Eyebrows raised, he smirked expectantly back at you.

“They aren’t here.”

Seokjin wasn’t following, and that was definitely the champagne. You squeezed your eyes shut and proceeded to spill your secret at a shocking pace.

“Chan told me a few weeks ago that their RSVP said no.” Your blush licked up your cheekbones like a wild fire. “I may have known that when I asked you to come with me. I just didn’t…”

Your voice petered out at the end of that sentence. You cracked one eye open to look at him in anticipation of a reaction.

“I didn’t know if you’d want to come with me if I asked you outright,” You sighed. “I just — I really wanted you here. You know, with me.”

Inside Seokjin’s head, there were no thoughts, only bells and sirens and whistles and fireworks exploding, sending sparks down to put themselves out on the smooth surface of his brain. He didn’t have words, but he did have hands; so, he cupped your face between them and kissed you with all the emphasis in the world.

You kissed him back with vigor until you eventually pulled back breathless. Shock evident in your whisper — and this time, it really was one — you asked, “You’re not mad?”

Like it was the hundredth time and not the second, Seokjin kissed you with a smile.

“No complaints.”

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Disobedient *♡̷̷̷₊⊹ ੈ‧

🐿️: pairing: Han Jisung x F!reader

🐿️: genre: smut. 18- DNI

🐿️: synopsis: jisung forbids you to touch yourself and him as punishment. soon, your desires get the better of you

🐿️: warnings: smut, unprotected sex, Dom!Jisung, Sub!Reader, Brat tendencies, fingerering, oral (M & F received) throat fucking, spit, explicate language, pet names (kitten, baby) use of the name master, degrading, clit play, masturbation, squirting, over stimulation, choking, nipple play.

🐿️: words: 5.2k

🐿️: a/n: uh, it’s filthy and i got carried away lmaoooo. jisung has been killing me lately with the Maxident teaser + the individual teaser + his insta posts. sigh. 🤪

likes, feedback and reblogs are welcome, especially reblogs as they help get my fics and blog out there. pls consider leaving comments or spam my inbox! ty all for the love as of lately!

lmk if i missed anything in the warnings & enjoy 🖤

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You love being a brat. You love seeing how far you can push until you face the punishment. The target of your bratiness is none other than your dom, Jisung.

You love pushing him in various way. Some days you would do as you was told, being an extra good girl for your dom, other days, you'd be cheeky and disobey, refusing to do what your dom says which resulted in punishments.

And boy did jisung punish. Depending on how much of a brat you was – and how jisung was feeling – he'd deny you of your orgasms, use a toy instead of his fingers, put a bullet vibrator inside you and go out shopping whilst controlling the strength with an app on his phone turning you into a whimpering mess and the worse one of all for you - denying you of touch.

You disliked when he would deny you of touching yourself but hated it when he would deny you of touching him. You love feeling his hot, sweaty skin against your fingertips as he roughly thrusts into you. Love leaving bite marks on his skin, letting the world know that he is yours. You loved dragging your nails down his back, hearing him grunt and shiver above you.

You love it so much, so why would you misbehave when you know what he is capable off? Because you're a brat and love seeing how far you can push your dom.

You woke up at 12:00 with an ache between your legs that needed to be fulfilled. Jisung was looking extra gorgeous and delicious to you, that you needed a taste.

You propped yourself up on your elbow, looking at your sleeping boyfriend. His hair was tousled and fanned out, lips parted as soft snores escaped his lips. The duvet covering his lower half, his skin on display. His chest raising in synch with his breathing. Just one taste of desire, that's all you need.

Biting your lip, your fingers feathered across his stomach. You felt the muscle tense, goose bumps rising to the surface. Your fingers trailed up to his chest to his neck. You wrapped your fingers around his neck and leaned in, grazing your lips against his sensitive skin. Jisung stirred in his sleep, slowly waking up.

You nibbled his ear lobe, kissing and sucking it. A low grunt escaped the mans lips. You rubbed your thighs together, desperate for friction. You lips moved to his neck, kissing the junction between his shoulder blade and neck.

You sucked and nibbled his skin, licking it occasionally. Jisung shuffled in his sleep, slowly awaking. He brung his hand to his eyes, rubbing away the sleep.

"(Y/N) what are you doing?" His voice thick with sleep and lack of use.

"Shh, ji. let me take care of you." You mumbled against his skin, your hand traveling from his neck going south. Jisung grunted, reaching for his phone.

His eyes widen as he shot up straight, fully awake. You was taken aback by his actions and watched him as he stumbled out off bed.

"Ahh, im late. Chan is going to kill me." He whined, grabbing his clothes. "I was suppose to met him at 10 to work on some tracks and i overslept!"

"Relax ji. Im sure chan will understand. besides, you cant go out, not yet anyways." You got out off bed, walking to Jisung.

"Why not?" Once you was close to him, you licked your lips and squeezed his obvious hard cock through the material of his boxers.

"This is why. Cant have people seeing how hard and horny you are, can we Ji?" Jisung grunted, your lips meeting his in a hot and passionate kiss, your pussy throbbing and aching to be touched.

"As much as i would love to play with my kitten-" Jisung pulled away from your lips "i really have to go. its super important baby."

You pouted. 'but ji!" You whined, stomping your foot in protest. Jising raised his brow.

"Are you being a brat?" You glared at him.

"You're leaving me horny and bothered, to go work with chan. That's not fair!! what about me??" You whined.

Jisung ran his fingers through his long hair, eyebrow raised as he sighed. "Kitten, i dont have time for this."

"But Ji. i need you." You protested, grabbing his hand and pressing it against your clothed clit. You rutted in his hand, soft moans escaping your lips. "Please, master." You whispered.

Jisung clenched his jaw, the muscles tensing. You continued to rut and plead for his touch. Jisung slip your panties to the side, slipping his index finger inside you with ease due to your wetness. You held onto his shoulders for stability, your legs threatening to give up in supporting your weight.

"Ji." you whispered out, his middle finger joining in with his index. He pumped his fingers at a painfully slow pace, curling them as they threatened to hit the sweet spot deep inside you.

Your juices coating his fingers, dripping down to the palm of his hand. You gripped his shoulders tighter. "Ji, faster, please."

"Who's Ji? Thats not my name." He growled. You shivered, biting your bottom lip hard.

"Master, faster. Please." Jisung smirked, his fingers picking up in pace. His fingertips brushing against your sweet spot. Your legs shaking and buckling at the knees causing Jisung to wrap his free arm around your waist to hold you upright.

You felt the knot tightening in the pit of your stomach, your walls clenching around his fingers. Just when your orgasm was threating to take over your body, Jisung pulled his fingers out.

Panting, you stared at him feeling empty and confused. You watched as Jisung brung his fingers to his lips, licking and sucking them clean of your juices, humming at the taste. You gripped onto him even tighter, whimpering at the sinful act

"Mhm. My kitten always tastes so good for me." You let out a shaky breath.

"why? why did you stop?"

"because kitten, i have to leave. Im late enough as it is." You glared at him.

"I dont care!" You stomped your feet. Jisung raised his brow, leaning close to you.

"Dont test me, kitten." You pushed him away gently, groaning and whining. Tears of frustration filled your eyes as you stuck your bottom lip out.

"You're so mean Han Jisung!" He let out a low chuckle before grabbing your waist and pulling him flush to his body.

"You think im mean? well, how's this for being mean. You're not allowed to touch yourself or me until i say so." Your swallowed audibly.

"Wait, no. i hate that ji. please dont." You let out soft whimpers. Jisung shrug before getting dressed.

"I told you not to test me kitten and you pushed. All because you couldn't wait an hour, maybe two at max." He put on a hat, aware that time was really not on his side. "If you just behaved and listened like a good little girl, i would've come home and fucked you senselessly. Let you cum around my cock as i fill you up with my seed."

You whimpered at his words, breath shaky as you wobbled to Jisung, extending your hands out and grabbing his shirt.

Tears fell down your cheeks. Jisung cooed and wiped them away. "Please Ji. I promise i'll be good! i'm sorry, just please anything but that." you begged as Jisung scoffed.

"Pathetic little girl." He grabbed your cheeks in his hands roughly, squeezing them together. Your heart hammering against your chest, pussy dripping and aching so much with need, it was painful. "You like to behave like a little brat but hate the punishments. My poor, little sub." He cooed mockingly.

He let go off your cheeks, making his way to the hallway to put on his shoes. You followed him the best you could.

"How long will the punishment be?" You hoped it was just while he was gone. That would be way easier for you. That way, you could take a cold shower and calm down. You learnt that taking a cold shower when you're this aroused was the best you could do. You did masturbate one time when he went out, but he knew somehow when he came home.

He denied you of your orgasm for hours whilst he would fill your hole with his cum. When it couldnt take anymore, your body was covered in his seed. You had the best orgasm of your life that night and once jisung was satisfied that you had learnt your lesson, he cared for you. He knew you was tender and would be for sometime so he took care of you.

One of the many reasons why you love Jisung. He can go from dom – teasing you and giving you the best sex of your life – to a gentleman, caring for you and making sure you're okay, apologising for going too hard on your body.

Jisung turned and looked at you, hand on the door handle. He smirked, pretending to think before shrugging.

"Until i feel like you've learnt your lesson. Could be a few minutes, hours, maybe days." Your eyes widen. Days?! You wouldnt be able to touch yourself or Jisung for days?!

Now that's not fair!

2 days have passed since then. Your punishment still shackled you. It wasnt getting any easier. You was naïve in thinking that the longer time went, the easier it would be. What you didnt bank was Jisung being a shit and indirectly teasing you.

When he put the punishment in place, he thought you would only last one hour, tops so he is shocked but also impressed that his little sub is able to do as she's told. He knew you wouldnt be able to last long. He did feel somewhat sorry for you but at the same time, he finds it oh-so amusing.

The teasing started off small and simple. As soon as Jisung left you with an ache between your legs that could only be satisfied with his thick cock, you debated on whether to follow his little game or not. You weighted out your options, all of them having the same outcome – the punishment would get ten times worse.

deciding to take a quick and cold shower to calm down, it took everything in your power to stop you from touching your clit or making yourself cum around your own fingers. after the shower, you slipped into one of Jisungs t-shirts and some lace panties. You decided to continue watching your k-drama you started a few days ago to help take your mind off things.

after that day, Jisung would subtly tease you. He would brush against you in a manner that made you crazy, his hands would linger on you hips or ass longer than they should. He'd send you mirror selfies or videos of him after practice or after training with Changbin.

Those damn gym selfies. Jisung, in a sleeveless shirt and shorts, the sweat on his body clearly visible, the veins protruding on his hands and arms. Those hands should be around your neck. Those fingers should be inside you. That sweaty body should be above you.

the teasing from Jisung escalated. coming out off the bathroom after he's just taken a shower, hair dripping, towel around the lower part of his body. His works out with changbin paying off. He'd lick his fingers after eating food, staring you dead in the eyes like he would after you've just creamed around his fingers.

He knew what he was doing. He knew how to get you riled up and you hated how loyal and obedient you are to him, like a dog to it's master.

You just wanted to feel something, anything at this point. It was getting too much to bear. You decided to do something about it, late at night when Jisung was asleep.

You decided you have had enough. You couldn't play this game for much longer. You're aching to be touched, aching to touch him. You're frustrated to the point where you could cry.

Jisung and you decided to get an early night. After getting ready for bed, you both said good night to one another before resting. Well, he was but you on the other hand, couldn't. Being so close to Jisungs heat and his naked skin drove you insane. His scent made you feral, your cunt dripping and soaking your panties.

You imagined all the things you could be doing right now, that you should be doing if this stupid punishment wasn't in place! Listening carefully to hear the soft snores escape your boyfriend, you shuffled onto your back.

You spread your legs and bent them at the knees, your hand travelling down south. Your fingers came to contact with your neglected clit over the fabric and you let out a silent sigh of relief.

What jisung doesn't know, cant hurt him. right?

Biting your lip, you applied pressure to your clit, rubbing it slowly. You had to bite your lip to stop moans from falling out. You slipped your hand down your panties, rubbing your clit some more before sliding your index and middle finger up and down your slit, your fingers coating in your arousal.

You teased your own entrance, circling your finger around it. Your free hand slipped under your t-shirt, hand cupping your breast, squeezing the soft flesh. you flicked and pinched your nipple before sliding your two fingers inside your aching cunt with ease.

You let out a whimper, your fingers thrusting at speed. It wasn't enough. Your fingers are to small and thin. You need something thicker and long. You need Jisung. Your body is so use to his touch, that everything else makes you feel empty.

You closed your eyes, thinking of all the things Jisung should be doing. His thick cock filling your hole, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. His hands roughly squeezing your breasts, teeth biting your skin. How his hands would be around your neck, squeezing the sides until you went lightheaded.

The thought of his hands around your neck made you remove your own hand from your shirt and travel to your neck, wrapping your own fingers around it, squeezing the sides. Its not enough.

You need to hear Jisung degrade you. Call you pathetic and filthy down your ear. How your greedy cunt is swallowing him. Call you his little cum slut as he fills you to the brim with his seed.

"My oh my. Turns out you really cannot do as your told after all." Your movements came to a halt, hand releasing your neck as your eyes shot open. You turned your head to the side to see Jisung resting on his side, elbow on the pillow as his hand supported the weight of his head.

He was smirking, watching you. His eyes dark with lust. Now, youre in big trouble.

"You just couldnt wait could you. You poor pathetic girl." Jisung clicked his tongue, pulling the duvet off your body to discover your hand still down your panties. Your heart was thumping so loud against your chest, you was sure Jisung could hear it.

Jisung grabbed yout wrist, pulling your hand out off your panties revealing you juice soaked fingers, your cunt clenching around nothing.

"Ji, i-" Jisung shot you a look, brow raised.

"Who's Ji?" You bit your lip hard.

"Master." You breathed out, watching Jisung bring your fingers to his lips. He stuck his tongue out, swirling them around your fingers before wrapping his lips around them, sucking them and collecting your essence off your fingers.

He hummed at the taste, taking your fingers out off his mouth before licking his lips, acting like he had just eaten the finest piece of meat on the market. you audible swallowed, legs pressed together. Jisung laughed, before grabbing your cheeks, squeezing them together so your lips formed a pout.

"You just couldnt wait, could you. You just had to go touch yourself like a dirty slut. Maybe i have spoilt you too much, baby. You're so use to my touch that even your pathetic fingers couldnt finish the job." Your eyes welled with tears, collecting and falling at the corners of your eyes.

Jisung scoffed, letting go off your cheeks and wiping away your tears with his finger. "Poor, little girl. why are you crying?" He cooed, mockingly.

"b-because its true. i cant cum without you, master." You whispered shakily. Jisung let out a quick puff off air out off his nose before leaning over you.

"is that so? maybe, if you behave, i'll let you touch me, but for now-" in one swift movement, Jisung grabbed both wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head. You whimpered and struggled against it, but to no avail. He's much stronger than you, you're trapped, nowhere to go.

Jisungs presence was suffocating you, your mind going wild over the many things your dom could possible do to you. it excited you to your core, made you pussy clench, juices drop down your ass and onto the sheets. Adrenaline ran through your bloodstream as you looked up at the glorious man, eyes black with lust, his movements shaky.

"open." you swallowed and opened your mouth wide. Jisung smirked, stroking your bottom lip gently before a string of spit left his mouth and landed on your tongue. You whined, struggling against Jisung who kept a firm grip on your wrists.

"swallow." You closed your mouth, swallowing his and your own spit. The look of satisfaction spread across Jisungs facial features, a sigh of content escaping his lips.

"My perfect, pretty little slut." He cooed, letting go off your wrists and moving so he was by your head. You watched with eager eyes, propping yourself up on your elbows. He knelt by your your side, your head eye level with his crotch. You swallowed, mouth salivating as the sight of his hard cock being constrained by his boxers, a dark grey patch forming from his pre-cum.

"You want?" You nodded fast, looking at him through your lashes. "beg for it."

His words ran through your body to your core like shockwaves. you grabbed the waistband of his boxers, pouting and giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

"please master. i want your cock so much, its driving me insane. i want to feel you thrust down my throat, make me splutter and choke. Make me cry." Jisung shivered at your words before patting your head.

"such a filthy mouth for such a sweet girl like you." He pulled his boxers down to his knees, his cock sprung out of their restraints. You licked your lips at the sight, panting audible. No matter how many times you and Jisung do something sexual, the sight of his cock always makes you hungry.

"open." You opened your mouth, allowing jisung to enter it slowly. You closed your lips around him, the warmth and wetness your mouth provided was enough to make him cum down your throat.

"suck, slut." You whimpered, the vibrations causing jisungs cock to throb. You closed your eyes, bobbing your head back and forth. Swirling and hollowing out your cheeks with each suck, the man groaned above you, grabbing your hair and make a ponytail.

Praises left the mans lips, encouraging you to continue. without warning, Jisung thrusted his cock deep down your throat, making you gag instantly and tears fall down your cheeks.

"shh, its just for a little while. your mouth feels to good, kitten." Jisung thrusted down your throat with power, his cock fucking your throat raw. Tears fell down your cheeks, saliva pooling out off your mouth, coating your chin and dropping on the sheets below you. You peeked at Jisung through your lashes, your cunt clenching at the sight.

His body coated in a thin layer of sweat. His veins protruding on his arm. His mouth open letting pants and moans escape them. His cheeks flush with colour as his long hair stuck to his forehead. it was enough to make you cum on sight.

Your panties are soaked, sticking uncomfortable against your heat. Your thighs rubbing against each other, desperate for touch and relief. Jisung pulled you out off his mouth by pulling on your hair. He looked down at you and almost came on your face.

You eyes wet, cheeks tear stained. Lips swollen and they're covered in saliva as well as your chin. Your eyes glossy, hair tousled. Chest rising up and down in synch with your breathing.

Jisung swiped his thumb across your chin, collecting your saliva before licking it off his own thumb. "you did so well, kitten. im proud of you."

You mewled at his praises, looking down shyly. 'thank you, master." Jisung hummed before taking his boxers off completely and shuffling to your feet, tapping your thighs. You watched him with anticipation, lips pressed together in a thin line.

"open." you slowly opened your legs. Jisung grunted at the sight of your soaked panties. He ghosted his finger up and down the material of your panties, a soft and desperate whine escaping your lips.

"oh kitten, you want me to touch? you want me to play with your greedy cunt?" You nodded fast, shakily letting out a breath. "well, seeing how well you took my cock down your throat, i guess i can let it slide that you touched yourself without permission."

You breathed a sigh of relief. Jisung grabbed the waistband of your panties, slowly sliding them down your legs and throwing them across the room. Your cunt was slick and covered in your arousal. You clit was swollen and aching to be touched, entrance noticeably clenching.

"holy shit.." Jisung swallowed. You spread your legs wider, jisung stuttering, frozen in time, his eyes glued to you.

"ji." you cooed, using two fingers to part your lips, giving jisung a clear view. "im dying for your touch, ji." Jisung is normally a rational guy, hes pretty good at calming down and taking it slow. But when you act like a slut for him, pussy on display and coated in your juices because of him – all for him, the animalistic side of him comes out to play.

He grabbed you by your ankles pulling you closer to him. Leaning down and hooking your legs over his shoulders, a string of spit left his mouth, landing on your clit. You whimpered at the contact, Jisung using his finger to spread his saliva across your clit. The sensation sending shockwaves up and down your body.

In one swift motion, he dove in between your legs, gripping your thighs, his tongue getting to work on your soaked core and swollen clit. His tongue teased your entrance, collecting your sweet nectar on his tongue. He moaned at the taste before licking up to your neglected clit.

He licked, sucked and nibbled on your clit. His lips and chin getting coated in your juices. You reached down, tangling your fingers into his sweaty lock of hair. You pulled, a moan erupting from the man between your legs, the vibrations sending shivers up and down your spine.

His fingers sliding inside with ease, instantly moving his fingers at a quick pace, curling against you. His movements fast, mouth doing work on your clit. He was acting like a starved man, eating his last ever meal. Your toes curled, legs threatening to close around his head. He kept a firm grip on one of your thighs with his unoccupied hand, fingers digging into your flesh, bruises slowly forming.

You withered under him, moans mixed with the sounds of your wet pussy, bouncing off the bedroom walls. The sounds music to Jisungs ears. He looked at you through his lashes, satisfied by the way you looked so delicious and on the verge of being fucked dumb.

You roughly tugged his hair, emitting a moan from him. Your walls tightening around his digits, the knot in the pit of your stomach, threatening to snap at any minute

"j–ji!" you cried out which was soon replaced with a whimper. He pulled his fingers out, pulling away from your clit. His chin and lips coated in your essence. He brung his fingers to his mouth, sucking your arousal off them. You bit your lip hard, so hard you thought you drew blood.

"so fucking delicious and its all mine. all mine for the taking. i cant get enough of your taste, how you feel, your warmth. im so fucking addicted to you, kitten." You panted, watching jisung lean over and capturing your lips in his.

The kiss was hot, sloppy. all teeth and no coordination. You could taste yourself on him, the sinful act making you weak. want and need at full force between you both. The punishment long forgotten.

You wanted him, he wanted you. You need each other. As much as the last few days of punishment have been tough for you, its been just as hard for him. Seeing you walking around in panties and his t-shirt, reaching for something so the t-shirt raises up, showing him your cute ass made his cock twitch.

seeing your wet body with just a towel around you made he want to fuck you right there, right now. fuck the punishment, he wanted your cunt around his aching cock. But you had to learn that you cant always get what you wanted.

However, no matter how hard he tried to teach you that, all you had to do was bat your eyelashes and pout and he's weak at the knees, giving into you. He may be a dom and manhandle you sometimes in the bedroom, but he still loves and adores you. Would do anything for you if you asked. Treat you like a queen, smother you in affectionate, because to him, you're the most important person in his life.

"ji, please fuck me. i cant take it anymore! i need you so so bad!" you whimpered against his lips. He laughed, helping you take your shirt off. He grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing it up and down your slit, teasing your clit and entrance with it. You whimpered in frustration, gripping onto his biceps tight.

"Please ji! i cant! i need it inside. i want to be filled to the brim with your thick cock. Plant your seed deep inside me, make me cum so hard, i see stars. I'll do anything you want, i'll be a good girl. Just please ji. i beg you, fill me up and fuck me into tomorrow!"

Jisungs brain short circuited, tears of frustration falling down your cheeks as sobs escaped your lips. Hes never seen or heard you like this before and as much as he hated seeing you cry, it ignited something deep within him.

He wanted to make you cry and beg some more. he wanted to see how far he could go, but he was close to his limit. Instead, he simply cooed at you, stroking your cheek

"Pathetic. look at you, begging for my cock like some desperate slut. you want this baby?" he tapped his cock against your clit.

You nodded, groaning in frustration. "yes! fucking give it to me Jisung! for the love of god!"

Jisung laughed before entering you, bottoming out inside straight away. His cock reaching the deepest parts of you. He wasted no time in thrusting, his movements powerful and fast. Your back arched, loud moans escaping your mouth as you gripped onto the bed sheets, knuckles turning white.

Jisung grab your waist, holding tightly that bruises formed. he repositioned himself, aiming for the sweet spot that makes you see stars. When he hit it, your legs shook, pleasure overcoming you body. Your mind being consumed by jisung. One hand travelled up to your breast, giving it a squeeze before he wrapped his fingers around your neck.

He squeezed, starting gently first before increasing the pressure. You held onto his wrist, looking at him and giving him a dumb smile.

"my pretty baby. all fucked out already. does it feel good, kitten?"

"good – so good ji. you're so good. more, give me more." Jisung laughed, increasing the power and speed of his thrusts. Skin slapping against each other, harshly. you're so consumed with pleasure that you failed to let him know that you was going to cum.

In seconds, your back arched, legs shaking as you closed your eyes, your orgasm hitting you hard, so hard you saw stars. Jisungs thrusting stopped, his grip on your throat softened. When you calmed down and opened your eyes, you blushed at his shocked expression.

"ji, im sorry. it happened so fast."

"n-no, that was, hot. holy shit." You proped yourself up on your elbows, looking down at where you and jisung were still connected. You flushed bright red, embarrassment washing over you. The sheets under you, jisung's lower half of his stomach was covered in your juices.

"i-ji. im sorry." You whimpered. He laughed, cupping your cheek.

"dont be. you just squirted for the first time and my god, it was so hot! will have to try and make you do that more often." He winked, before thrusting inside you again.

You whimpered loudly, pussy sensitive. "J-ji! sensitive!"

"Its okay baby, you can do it. just a while longer and soon, I'll be filling you up." You flopped back down on the bedsheets, legs shaking from the over stimulation. Your body tense, hot to touch. All you could do was pant and cling to the sheets as jisung thrusted into you ruthlessly, mind clear as jisung continued to fuck you dumb.

For the third time that night, you felt the knot tightening, walls clenching. Jisung grunted, his own movements getting sloppy.

"j-ji!"

"i know baby, i know. cum, its okay!" You gripped onto his biceps, nails digging into his skin, nothing but silent moans as you came around jisung for the second time that night.

you took deep breaths, calming yourself down. Jisung continued to thrust sloppily, his own body tensing.

"baby–" he whimpered.

"Fill me up ji. give me all of it, every last drop." You cooed. With a few more thrusts, his movements halted, groans and grunts escaping as he gripped your waist tight. He emptied inside you, coating your walls white. you hummed at the feeling, licking your lips.

Once calm, he pulled out slowly, his cum making its way out of you and onto the sheets. He flopped down beside you, sleep taking over your tired and sore body. You closed your eyes

'hey, no sleep yet. aftercare, remember." Jisung stroked your cheek softly. The soft, domesticated side showing. You hummed, leaning into his touch.

"M' tired." you whispered.

"i know baby, but let me clean you up. have a nice warm bath together, drink some water and then we can snuggle together and let sleep take over." You nodded and hummed, slowly opening your eyes.

"id like that, ji." You whispered.

"i know baby, i know you do. you did so good for me, that i have to show you how much you mean to me."

"i already know ji. you take good care of me and i love you for that. i know you get worried that you might be too rough on me, but believe me, you dont and if you did, all id have to do is say the safe word."

Jisung nodded, kissing you tenderly. "i love you so much, (Y/N) to the moon and back."

"I love you too ji. forever and always."

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awritersstuff · 2 months

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" I promise"

Guess who is back ! 🤪

A smoky fic that took me 2 hours to write .

Warning - a random oc ,a lot of pet names and a little change in og plot ( not little)

If someone would have told you 1 year before that you will a happy life with smoky, you would have kicked there asses . You knew smoky as the leader of rude boys one of the 5 groups of SWORD but You didn't really cared about SWORD and kurya being the youngest amamiya and a very good doctor your only goal was to find your oldest brother takeru with your other older brothers masaki and hiroto. So you traveled with your brothers to find the oldest amamiya. But you never thought your whole life would change when you found a injured little boy trying to hide in a corner of a dead end of a street . You didn't really care but being a doctor didn't really helped the situation. So you did what a doctor should do you gently picked up the child and gave him a rescuing smile ,the little boy was too injured to protest . You toke him to a convince strore and started treating all his injuries when his stomach loudly growled. he shyly held onto his stomach and looked at you . You gave him a sweet smile "it's not a shame to be hungry, that's a basic human need , you know what I am also hungry let's go eat something " . You toke the boy to a small dinner and as soon as the food arrived the boy looked mesmerized "can I really have it ?" he asked as he was not confirm if he was allowed to eat that food " yes its all yours " you said giving the boy a small smile . The little child became very exited he was about to take a bite of the food as he suddenly stoped like he rememberd something " why are you helping me I don't know you , you don't me , then why " you looked at him in pure shock how can a small child be soo hostile, but you smiled a little before speaking again " Okey then let's become friends I am yn amamiya and I am new here , it's nice to meet you " the boy a bit taken aback at first but then he gave you nice smile and introduced himself "I am haru and it's nice to meet you too , yn " as haru started eating his you asked him " so , where are you from haru , you know I can drop you there " haru looked at you "nameless town" he said his mouth still filled with food . ' No wonder you look so thin' you think to yourself. After finishing your food yn took her bike and went to nameless town. As they entered the roads she could already feel some eyes on her , as she dropped haru off the bike she looked up in the sky . She could see a back of a man leaning on the railing of a very high building, yn had a fear of heights so she herself couldn't even imagine standing there . As you turned to take your leave from the town , only to be blocked by a group which you assumed to be the rude boys." What is the amamiya sister doing here ?" Yn turned as she heard a cold voice. A boy with unruly hai stepping down from the metal steps "so, you are smoky "

If someone would have told you will live a happy life with smoky 9 months ago you would have given them a weird look, because how do they know about you and smoky. Even your brothers didn't know that just often you visited nameless town and spended your time with rude boys and the children there . Masaki will be more then pissed when he will find out that instead of hanging out with him when he asked. You were with your "really good friend" smoky (as smoky told lala) on top of the highest building of nameless town looking at the city lights as he made you realize how beautiful his home is "there is nothing more beautiful than home and family" in smoky's words . But that was a event of 2 months ago right now was a total different story . Smoky was on the bed, shivering from all the pain as you were treating his injuries.

If someone would have told you that you will live a happy life with smoky 6 months ago you would have busted into tears. Smoky's condition was getting worse day . Nothing was helping and the wound on his back was also getting worse . After returning from little Asia and losing takeru, your two brothers got into trying to expose kurya with there previously enemies kohaku and tsukumo . You still don't understand why masaki decided to trust them but you believed your older brothers. As for you , you never really thought that you will lose takeru but here we are but now your only goal was to save smoky and the other victims of the disease. You already lost a brother and losing Smoky, you swore to yourself that you will , no must save smoky.

"You will live a happy life with smoky" hiroto said to you 3 months ago while you were sitting beside smoky, who was on the hospital bed still not awake. But all you do was give your brother a weak smile. It has been 2 months since the downfall of kurya. The war was over but still it felt like you are not free. You still rememberd the day when you reach just on time to help smoky, you don't even wanna imagine what would have happened If you were late , even by a second.

" are you going to stare at me whole night, anjel?" a very familiar voice broke your thoughts as you realized that you were staring at a sleeping smoky for what it felt like hours . Smoky lightly turned his head to the clock on the bed stand and again at you " go back to sleep anjel you have to go to the hospital tomorrow " saying that he hugged you close to his chest " I love you" you said softly, smoky only replied " go to sleep, anjel" and a little smile tugged on his face . It still felt like a dream finally being able to see him smile calmly after being through soo much , everything was finally okey . " your stareing again anj-wait why are crying, baby " smoky was concerned seeing tears in your eyes "do you need something, honey" smoky asked as he tried to get up from the bed but hugged him even tighter " just don't go , stay with me " you said still crying " I am here and always will be , my love " " lier , you were about sacrifice your skinny ass just some months ago " you fought back through tears hearing your words smoky let out a heartily laugh as he added " I will my love , I promise "

Thanks for reading 😊

Love you, byeee 💜💜

#high and low #high and low x yn #high and low fic #high and low smoky #high and low smoky x yn

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meetmyothersouls · 9 months

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Holding my breath until back to you 5 comes out, sorry not sorry 💅🤪

I hope you’re still alive 😂

Back To You

Jonah Hauer-King x first person reader

Warnings: memory loss, angst and tension, hang over

Chapter 5

“Are you okay? Are you going to be sick again?” Jonah asks, dropping his towel he was using to dry his hair. The towel around his waist is held in place as he rushes over to me. He kneels down beside the bed and I slide away from him.

“I…did we…?”

His eyebrows furrow in confusion just before his eyes widen in realization. “What? Oh no, no. No of course not.”

I look down at the oversized t-shirt I’m wearing. Then back up at Jonah.

“I had Haven clean you up and dress you for bed,” Jonah sighs. He gets back up and walks into the massive walk in closet. I hear him rummaging around and he comes back out in a plain black t-shirt and a pair of tight boxer shorts. I’m still slightly nauseous and my head is pounding from the apparent headache I’m going to be suffering from todays, but I’m not oblivious to the package he’s sporting underneath those boxers. I try my best to avoid eye contact. “Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“Did you hear anything I just said?”

“No sorry, I was thinking of…something else. What did you say?”

“I said, I didn’t even kiss you back last night even though I desperately wanted to, because you were drunk. Do you really think-”

“Oh god!” I interrupt him and he looks back up at me in shock. “I thought I dreamed that!” I get out of bed and stumble to the door. I’m trying to escape both Jonah and the embarrassment of being rejected by him, but he’s trailing behind me. I hear his footsteps tapping a few stairs behind me as I clamber down the staircase.

“Y/n, slow down. You’re going to fall!”

“Please just leave me alone, Jonah!”

“No!”

“Why!?”

“Because you’re my wife, and I will never leave you alone!”

“Did we sleep together?” I turn around suddenly as Jonah runs into me. My face is inches away from his freshly washed body and his prefect pressed t-shirt. He smells like a very expensive body wash, something that would named Amazon Rain or Mountain Mist. I don’t make eye contact with him, instead I’m staring at his chest like an idiot, because I can’t bring myself to look at someone like him in the eye.

“What?” His accent is thick when he’s confused.

“You were showering in my room. I just assumed that-”

“Actually it’s our room, Y/n. And no we didn’t. As I was trying to say before you stormed out of our room, I didn’t even kiss you. I didn’t undress your or clean you up like I wanted to. Your sister did. I used that shower because other other bathroom was occupied. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to finish packing.”

My anger subsides and I feel both stupid and depressed. Why did this have to happen to me? How, out of everyone in this fucking city, was it be that ended up losing the last 4 years of their life? Did he say he was packing? I feel even worse that I’ve now driven the one man who was supposed to love me away. I’m crying now and I can’t help the shaking in my voice.

“Are…are you leaving me?”

Jonah turns around from his walk back to the stair case and it seems the annoyance I caused from my outburst has melted away from him as well. His face has softened and his eyes study me. “Of course not,” Jonah says softly. I let him pull me into a hug because I need it. Jonah holds me against his body tightly in what I would call ‘the perfect hug’. My face is tucked in just under his collar bone and I breathe in his scent again. Jonah’s hands rub my back and I lean into his touch. I can’t help it. If someone were to walk in they’d definitely assume we were a couple, this feels like much more than a friendly embrace. I feel Jonah press his nose into my hair. I can’t tell if he’s inhaling or sighing. Maybe he’s taking in my scent like I am his. “Whether you like it or not, you’re stuck with me for at least a month.” He presses a kiss into my hair. “Hopefully much more.”

I unwrap my arms from Jonah’s waist and look up at him. He’s looking down at me. He licks his lips and my stomach flips. I want to kiss him. I have the overwhelming urge to feel his lips against mine again. I don’t even remember how they felt because I was too drunk to retain the memory. “Where are you going?” I ask in an attempt to push the thought away.

“Just a short trip.”

“Where to?” The idea of Jonah going on a trip seems strange to me, especially if he has the idea of ‘winning me back’ within a the month.

“I’d uh…I’d rather not say.”

“Why not?”

“Because, I just..I don’t-”

“Oooh are you seeing another woman? That’d make this whole thing a lot easier,” I joke.

Jonah groans and rolls his eyes before trudging back up the stairs. I trail after him. I was joking but it’s clear I struck a nerve. He’s going back into my room and he’s already inside the closet again before I’ve made it all the way up the stairs. Curse his long legs. He’s got a duffel bag on my bed and he’s throwing clothes haphazardly into the bag, not even folding them. His jaw is clenched and I have to admit he looks quite sexy irritated.

“Jonah, I was just kidding.”

“It’s not funny, y/n.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it. Look, this whole thing is still…weird for me. I don’t know how to joke with your or even talk with you. I’m still learning, Jonah. You’re going to have to give me some time.”

“We don’t have that much time, y/n.”

“So then why are you going in a trip? Must be pretty fucking important if you’re leaving while you’re on borrowed time.”

Jonah throws a shirt into the bag and stares at me. He’s studying me, and again I feel like I’m missing a giant piece of myself. A piece of a puzzle that he’s got but won’t quiet fit into place. Jonah sighs and sits on the bed, his head in his hands. “I need to go on this trip, Y/n. I debated whether or not I should go and I really think it would be good for me.”

I make an effort to soften my voice. I sit next to him on the bed. “Can you tell me where it is? Where you’ll be? You know…in case I need you.”

He swallows hard when I say ‘need you’ but I pretend not to notice. His hair is still damp and he’s got the faintest five o’clock shadow. I think about how it would feel to lay him back on this bed, crawl on top of him and kiss him slowly. God damn it.

“I’m going to a cabin up north.”

“What for? Is it special?”

“Well, it’s where we spent our honeymoon. I guess I’ll just tell you. This weekend is our five year anniversary. I was going to take you there as a surprise but then…the accident happened and you know the rest.”

He won’t look at me. He’s picking at his thumbnail and all I want to do is grab his face and kiss him. He clearly loved me and our life together so much. I don’t think I’ve ever been given a gift as thoughtful as that. “Jonah,” is all I can manage to say.

He sniffles once and clears his throat. “Yeah, so I think it’d be good for me to go, you know?”

“Alone? Jonah you can’t go alone. Let me go with you. It might be good for my memory and such.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to.”

“Are you kidding? I’m not letting you go alone.”

Jonah’s POV:

I’ve been put through a ringer of emotions today, but I think we’re making progress. Y/n seemed upset at the thought of me leaving her, which at least gives me the feeling that she likes me at least a little bit. A step in the right direction of nothing else. She also looked at me just like she did when she used to pounce on me with kisses. She didn’t kiss me but the look alone had my heart racing.

I’m making dinner when Haven comes into the kitchen with Jorge. They’re laughing about something. Good.

“Where’s y/n?” Haven asks.

“She’s upstairs packing.”

“Couldn’t take one more second of your sorry ass, I assume?” Jorge sneers.

I can’t help but smile. “Actually the opposite, we’re going up north together.”

Haven looks horrified so I elaborate. “It’s the cabin we spent our honeymoon in. It’s our five year anniversary this weekend and I was going to go alone, but now y/n wants to go.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Haven asks.

“What did you do to convince her to go? Did you cry like a little bitch?” Jorge adds. Haven smacks his shoulder and Jorge dramatically rubs it.

“I’m not going to tell her not to come, I’m trying to get her back, Haven, this is the perfect opportunity.”

“Well…maybe I should come too? It’ll be good for y/n to have someone she can come to if she’s feeling overstimulated or if she has a panic attack.”

Just as Haven finishes her sentence, y/n is coming down the stairs. She’s actually smiling and it’s the best thing I’ve seen in weeks.

“What are you guys talking about?”

“How much did Jonah pay you to go on a holiday with him?”

“What?” Y/n laughs. “No I want to go.”

“Well maybe I should come to?” Haven asks y/n. I’m silently praying she says no.

“Yeah! That’d be fun! Jorge should come to.”

I try not to groan out loud. Hopefully I can still make some progress with y/n.

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ceterisparibus116 · 11 months

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Frank has lied to Karen and even put her in explicit danger by using her as bait in the diner to lure out the Blacksmith's men and lied to her by omission by not disclosing his plans. That's worse than any other shit Matt did so? Easily disproves one of your talking points about how "fRaNk nEveR LiEd tO hEr" 🤪 goofy

Normally, I don't consider it productive to engage with someone who...talks like this...but I do think it's interesting to compare Frank's lies vs Matt's lies.

[First, pro tip: if you're going to say a person's point is "easily disproven," it helps to articulate that point correctly. I never said Frank "never" lied to her; I said: "Frank (for the most part) did neither of those things [lied to her nor put her on a pedestal]." I'm conceding that Frank did lie to her, but suggesting that his relationship with her was not marked by lies the way Matt's relationship with her was. Misrepresenting someone's point like this is called a "straw man fallacy." I encourage everyone who's unfamiliar with the idea to look it up!]

Let's talk about the lies. Frank totally lied to Karen and used her as bait, which I (as a viewer) find pretty horrific. And is that "worse" than Matt's lies? If the metric we use to determine "worse" is "which endangers Karen more," then I think Frank did directly endanger her more than Matt did.

But we have to look at this from Karen's perspective, and I don't think the metric she's using is "which lies endanger me more." Frankly, Karen doesn't much care about danger. She cares about Capital-T Truth. She cares about trust. She cares about honest relationships. And by that metric, I think yes, she believes that Matt's lies are "worse."

I believe this for the reasons listed below, but also because it strikes me that her reactions to Frank's lies vs Matt's are quiet different. Like, was she mad that Frank lied to her? Absolutely. But when I watch it, I don't get the impression that she was hurt.

Mad is not the same as hurt.

With Frank, she was mad.

With Matt, she was mad and hurt.

Why? For several factors.

Depth/intimacy of the relationship. She'd known Matt for over a year (I think; timelines are weird) by the time she realized he'd been lying to her. Not only that, but she'd been working with him for that whole time period. Not only that, but she'd had a crush on him for probably that whole time period (or close to it) (which I bring up because a crush is one surefire way to make a relationship feel intimate, maybe even more intimate than it really is). Not only that, but their relationship was fairly intimate. From the very beginning, he invited her to ask him some very personal questions about his blindness, and she was depending on him to keep her out of jail. Then we have him literally falling apart and sobbing in her arms. Talk about intimate! And not only that, but they also literally dated and she invited him to her apartment to have sex, let's be real. So when Matt lies to her, it's not the same as a guy she's known for a few weeks whom she wants to rescue the way you want to rescue a lost puppy lying to her. This is her coworker, her best friend, and her would-be partner lying to her.

Scope of the lies. The scope of Matt's lies runs deep. A) Him lying (by omission) about his senses clearly hits Karen very hard. It feels like a massive invasion of privacy. Now, I've argued before that it's unfair for characters to punish Matt for something he can't control, and I've also argued that Matt is not required to reveal his senses to anyone. But that doesn't mean that it doesn't still hurt (and shock, and even offend) people to realize that he could smell their breath and hear their heartbeat this entire time. B) He's lying about a huge part of his life and personality. Frank's very up front: he might lie about goals and tactics, but when it comes to who he is as a person, what you see is what you get. Whereas Matt presents himself (as Matt) as a very buttoned-up, reasonable, conscientious, safety-oriented, controlled person...the very opposite, in many ways, of Daredevil. C) Matt's lying about things that could have huge direct consequences for Karen (and Foggy) - namely, their law firm falling apart and Karen and Foggy possibly going to prison. D) Matt lied more to Karen than he did to another person. I don't think Karen's reaction to Elektra was primarily jealousy per se; I think instead she's like: "You won't share this part of my life with me, but you will with Elektra." Not dissimilar to how Foggy was mad about Claire knowing more about Daredevil than he did. It just hurts to find out that your friend has chosen to reveal things to someone else, rather than you.

What the lies say about how the other person views Karen. What does it say about how Frank views Karen that he'd lie to her the way he did? Ehhhh. I guess that he didn't want her getting in the way of his plans? Maybe he thought she couldn't handle something, and that would annoy her? But with Matt, wow, we know exactly how she thought Matt felt about her, based on the lies. She says: "Why didn't you trust me? What, did you think I would judge you?" To her, Matt's secret-keeping was proof that he didn't trust her (ouch) and that he fundamentally misunderstood her by believing she'd judge him when she prides herself on finding the humanity in those others would condemn.

All of these factors show why when Matt lied to Karen, she wasn't just pissed off. She was hurt. Matt's lies struck deep in a way that Frank's didn't.

And listen. I say all this as a giant Karedevil fan. I don't ship Kastle at all. In fact the argument from the first factor (that Karen was so hurt by Matt's lies because of the intimacy of their relationship) is, to me, a pro-Karedevil argument.

But being a fan of a ship doesn't mean we can't evaluate it critically. Evaluating all things critically is one of the aims of my blog.

So, dear Anon, if you're still reading this far (which I kinda doubt lol), I hope this made sense. But if you're just going to send me another ask misstating my positions and calling my position "goofy," then into the trash it shall go!

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what-the-dark-has-foretold · 1 year

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Huhu, since you allowed me to be greedy, may I please request Furuya and "if I have to stop what I'm doing, you won't be able to walk for a week" ?

Cause, I think he needed to stop what he was doing and keep his promise 😋🤪🤯

🥰

Furuya x fem!reader

Navi.

Warnings: mdni, smut, 1 good girl

It was a dark evening, and although spring was finally here, it was still so cold and all you wanted to do was for your handsome lover to hold you. But alas! The world was cruel.

Furuya was sitting in his office, typing away, just like all the days prior. Many ideas ran through your head to get him to take a break - one worse than the other. Yet, you managed to settle on one. He did always like you in his dress shirts.

It was chilly, even in the apartment, and the flimsy material of his - not even buttoned - shirt did nothing to keep you warm. "Don´t you dare," his voice warned before you could even close the door behind you.

"But-"

He looked up. "(Y/N), I have - fuck," he groaned at his own stupidity. He forced himself to look back at his laptop, shoulders tense from your tantalising form. "I´m serious. I have work to do." His voice was a whole lot less strict than it was before.

You rolled your eyes at his response.

"You need a break," you disagreed, stepping forward to caress his arms.

He hissed as your fingers brushed by his neck.

"I swear to God, (Y/N). If I have to stop what I´m doing, you won´t be able to walk for a week."

"Is that a threat?"

His eyes were blazing as he returned your gaze and your breath got caught in your threat.

The next second he had you bent over his desk. You could hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and then the rustling of clothes before he suddenly pressed into you. A cry left you at the suddenness.

"Fuck, stay still," he gritted out, bruising your hips with the way he held onto you as he eased himself into you.

"Fuck, Rei," you choked out. Tears sprung to your eyes as he finally bottomed out. He didn´t wait for you to adjust and immediately set a fast pace that had you gasping for air.

"Ple- Please s-slow down," you whined, hands holding the edges of the desk tightly.

"Thought you wanted attention. Now you have it," he grunted, jaw clenched. "Take it like the good girl I know you are."

You nodded, another choked sob leaving your lips as he slightly slowed his pace in favour of harder and deeper thrusts that drew helpless cries out of you with every buck of his hips. Finally, he emptied himself inside of you with a deep groan of satisfaction.

"Fuck, I needed that. Don´t look at me like that, baby. This isn´t over yet. I´m gonna make you cum until you can´t even think straight anymore."

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avatar-anna · 2 years

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I'm latina and i've never had a snowy christmas because it's summer where i live... so i imagine spending christmas in New York or London with Harry, playing and dancing in the snow all day like little kids and then having a cozy dinner by the fire. A DREAM 🥺😍

this reminds me that i have a younger harry christmas fic hanging around somewhere in my drafts lmao. enjoy!

another post from my wattpad🤪🤪🤪

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The first time Y/n and Harry traveled to London with the intention of staying there for more than a week or two was something of a hectic one.

Because it wasn't just a trip. It was Christmas.

Up until now, they'd always gone their separate ways for the holidays to spend time with their families, but this year was different. Y/n was headed for England to spend Christmas with Harry and his family.

And so excited to share his life in England with his girlfriend, Harry packed the first few days with activity after activity. He took her all around London to see everything there was to see even though she’d seen them already—he claimed that it was different now since she would be a temporary resident.

He took her shopping at all his favorite stores, which was mostly just him shopping and her watching, but she’d become very good at it since they started dating; she even enjoyed how he would come out of a dressing room to show her a pair of pants or a shirt with beautiful embroidery on it and ask her what she thought. They went to a Christmas market, had a pretty intense gingerbread house contest that ended with frosting everywhere but where it should've been, they even decorated a tree together. A small one since they were going to be in Holmes Chapel for a majority of the trip, but it was still a special moment together.

His biggest plan for her though was a weekend trip to his hometown. To meet his family.

Now, she’d met his immediate family before—Gemma and Anne, his father, Des, his step siblings and a couple of his cousins—but the way Harry described the weekend, he made it sound like nearly everyone in Holmes Chapel was coming to his childhood home to meet her. Y/n’s eyes widened when Harry told her about the “little party” his mom had planned for them, feeling like every time he mentioned it, another ten people were coming.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t accustomed to big family parties, that was pretty much all she knew when it came to her family getting together. But that was her family. She knew her family and their quirks, knew what kind of food would be served at dinner and the kind of music that would play when the dancing began. She didn’t really know anything about Harry’s family outside the people she’d met, or his whole town, for that matter.

There was also a small, irrational fear the size of a pea in the back of Y/n’s mind, one that realized that she was a far cry from some of the women he’d dated in the past and perhaps brought home. It was never really something she thought about before, and if she wasn’t about to meet every single person who had been a part of Harry’s childhood, she wouldn’t. But she felt insecure for some reason, like she was suddenly aware of how short she was, the size of her waist, the way one of her front teeth was slightly on top of the other one, and—and had her boobs always been that small? She didn’t want to, but late at night, the night before she and Harry were going to drive to Holmes Chapel, every teeny tiny insecurity she’d ever had came bubbling to the surface. Even worse, she felt painfully aware of her tan skin, which had darkened a little from spending so much time at the beach before coming to London, of her name, which was unusual even in her own family. She thought back to how she stopped introducing herself by her full name in high school. It’s what everyone at home called her anyway, but the first couple of times she tried it her first week, some people gave her funny looks, and teachers kept mispronouncing it, so she just made it easier on herself and everyone else.

It was silly, how she was feeling, but she couldn’t close her eyes and fall asleep and forget about the tension in the pit of her stomach. Harry was not at all the kind of person she was worried about, and neither were his parents or sister, or any of the other family members of his that she’d met. But it was like the later it got and she still hadn’t fallen asleep, the more her thoughts continued to spiral, as they often did if something was bothering her. She thought about the stories she’d heard growing up about her mom meeting her dad’s family for the first time, the questions they would ask her, the assumptions they had made because she was different.

Harry could tell something was up with Y/n the last day or so, but he didn’t ask her what was wrong, trusting that she would come to him when she was ready. And while Y/n desperately wanted to confide in him, she felt like she couldn’t, not this time. She didn’t know how to tell her boyfriend that she was worried his family wouldn’t like her because she feared they might be ignorant. Who wouldn’t be offended by something like that?

Y/n squirmed in bed next to Harry, hoping that if she was tucked against his chest she might finally fall asleep. When ten minutes had passed and she still didn’t feel the least bit tired, she wiggled around and faced away from him again, then five minutes later she moved onto her back to stare at the ceiling. When she made to move again, Harry sighed and slung an arm over her waist.

“Okay,” he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep. “What’s wrong?”

He spoke against her neck, his lips moving against her skin. Y/n held onto the hand that was still draped across her middle, her thumb brushing across the back of it. “Nothing’s wrong. It’s just jetlag.”

“See I would believe you,” Harry said, sounding more awake now. He moved so that he was leaning over her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “But seeing as you didn’t sleep all day today, and the fact that watching me shop tires you out more than going for a run does—which still baffles me by the way—you should be exhausted, but you are not.”

Y/n pursed her lips. It’s not that she didn’t want to tell him, it’s that she felt like she couldn’t; she was too afraid that her feelings would hurt his own. “It’s nothing, honestly. Go back to sleep.” She kissed him and brushed a hand through his hair and turned onto her side, shutting her eyes tight.

It was silent for a moment, and she thought that Harry had let it go, opting to ask her about it in the morning. It was a rookie mistake on her part, she should’ve known that Harry would never let her go to sleep now that he knew something was definitely up.

She heard him get off the bed and walk around to her side and sat down on the floor. Y/n didn’t open her eyes, but she knew he was there, sitting and waiting for her to acknowledge him. When she finally did open her eyes, he gave her a close-lipped smile that was almost expectant. She closed her eyes again, pretending she hadn’t seen him, even though they both knew she had. Opening them again, she bit back a yelp when she saw that Harry was practically nose to nose with her, still grinning, still waiting for her to talk to him.

She stuck her hand out and put it over his face to push him away, and she felt his grin widen against her palm. She took Harry’s face between her two hands and pushed his cheeks together. He let her gaze at him with his lips puckered out the way they were, his eyes tired but staying open for her sake. “Sorry for being weird,” she whispered, her thumb brushing an eyelash off his cheek.

He gave her another sleepy smile. “It’s okay.”

She let out a small laugh. “I feel like you’re supposed to say, ‘No, babe, you’re not weird. I love you so much.’”

“Oh, sorry. No, babe, you’re not weird. I love you so much.”

“Shut up.” Y/n let go of Harry’s face and flipped over so she wasn’t facing him anymore.

Harry laughed quietly and crawled back into bed so that he was cuddling Y/n into his chest. He kissed her neck and her jaw and her shoulder, his hands rubbing into her sides soothingly. “You know,” he said, kissing her temple once, twice, three times. “If you’re nervous about meeting everyone tomorrow, you can just say that.”

She wiggled around so that she was facing him. It felt weird to have him on this side of her, but she didn’t say anything about it. “Maybe a little.”

“Just a little?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “Should I remind you that I met your entire family after only a couple weeks of dating?”

She smiled at the memory of that very first weekend they spent together. Looking back now, she realized that in any other circumstance, inviting Harry over to her childhood home after only knowing each other for a few weeks seemed crazy. But at the time, she hadn’t thought twice about it. Something about inviting Harry felt right.

“Yeah, and you charmed the pants off of everyone. Myself included.”

Harry’s responding grin was both smug and a little sheepish. “I did, but I also got so shitfaced that I crawled around on the floor and you had to carry me up the stairs so I could sleep in your bedroom. Without you, I might add.”

“Yeah, that would’ve happened even if you weren’t drunk off your ass. I’m a lady, Harry.”

“Mm, I don’t know. I can be quite persuasive.” Harry took her hands in his and kissed her fingertips, then her palms. “Is that really it? You’re just nervous about tomorrow? I know it feels like the whole town is throwing a parade for us or something, but it’s really not like that. And everyone’s going to love you.”

A warmth starting at Y/n’s head spread all the way down to her toes at the sincerity in his voice, which then made her feel guilty for not being completely honest with him. Taking a deep breath, she leaned over and kissed him, moving her lips against his slowly, the same familiar butterflies erupting in her stomach the way they always did when she kissed him.

“It—It’s not that I’m nervous about meeting everyone. I mean, I am, but that’s—it’s not what you think. I mean, I know I’m not exactly the kind of person you might’ve dated or brought home before.” Harry opened his mouth to contradict her, but she kept going. “And I don’t normally care about that stuff, you know that, but I don’t know, it’s like every time I look in a mirror, I notice things. And then there’s this whole other thing, and I didn’t even want to mention it because it’s ridiculous and I never want to hurt your feelings, or offend you or your family, but I couldn’t help—I… I feel like a crazy person, Harry, and I know I sound like one, but—”

“Okay, okay, take a deep breath,” Harry finally said. He knew that Y/n might be a little nervous about meeting everyone back home, for the first time, but he didn’t know that it bothered her this much. Still, he did his best to keep his expression neutral. “No secrets, okay? Not between us.”

It was an obvious thing to say, but it was almost like saying “I love you.” It was a reminder that there wasn’t a single thing they needed to keep from each other, that no burden would be shouldered alone as long as they were together.

“No secrets,” she repeated. She kissed him one more time, almost like she needed it for good luck. “I’m sorry, I don’t know where all of this is coming from. I’m proud of who I am and what I look like, I don’t know why now all of a sudden…” She paused and looked down at where her hands were still holding Harry’s.

“Holmes Chapel is filled with some of the nicest people in the world. The only reason someone might look at you funny is because they’d be surprised someone as beautiful, and smart, and wonderful as you ended up with me.”

Y/n met his eyes, surprised that he knew exactly what she’d been thinking. That was usually her thing. “You’re not mad, are you?”

He wanted to tease her for thinking he would be mad at her about something like that, but seeing the troubled look on her face, he didn’t, opting to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “No, my love, I’m not.”

“Really? Because if you were, I would totally understand. And it has nothing to do with you, or—or your mom and Gemma or your dad. You know how my thoughts like to spiral out of control. And I was just thinking about this one instance with my mom and my great aunt Deborah, and—” Y/n paused, her eyebrows raised, a little confused. “This is usually where you kiss me to shut me up.”

“I thought about it, but I’m actually interested to hear about Great Aunt Deborah,” Harry admitted, smiling when he saw her grin. He understood why she was nervous now, and he was kicking himself for not realizing it sooner.

“Trust me when I say you don’t want to know. She’s a thing of nightmares. There’s a reason no one talks about her,” Y/n said jokingly, but on the inside, she felt relieved that Harry seemed to get where she was coming from. And of course, he would, because he was Harry, and he loved her, and he always understood.

She wrapped her arms around him and held him close to her chest, whispering a small thank you to him. His skin was warm against her cheek, his heart beating steadily beneath. He felt like home when she held him like that. Harry hugged her back, threading his hands through her hair. Leaning down, he whispered, “If someone so much as causes your brow to furrow, they’re dead.”

Y/n laughed, leaning her head back slightly to look at him. “My hero.”

Harry kissed the tip of her nose. “Always.” She rolled her eyes at him, but she let him kiss her anyway. “I love you. Now go to sleep. We’re supposed to get up early tomorrow.”

“Okay,” she nodded, but before she shut her eyes for the night, she asked him one last question. “So no Great Aunt Deborahs?”

“Not a one.” Harry kissed her cheek. “I love you for who you are, and I will defend you against anyone who doesn’t for the rest of my life. Count on that, okay?”

She rolled her eyes. “Well how the hell am I supposed to go to sleep now when you say stuff like that to me?”

Harry’s responding grin was sincere and a little smug. “I’m just telling you the truth.”

Scoffing playfully, she pushed Harry against the mattress and slid on top of him so that she was straddling his waist. Leaning over him, she kissed his neck, his chest, a straight line all the way down to the waistline of his sweatpants. Harry’s breaths picked up as she continued to kiss him, but before she could get too far, he pulled her back up. She kissed his lips, her hands reaching into his hair as she tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth. He groaned against her, his hands finding their way to the backs of her thighs as she nipped at his jaw and moved her own hands down to his waist again.

“Hey, lovie,” Harry whispered into her neck. “Are you sure? We have to be up early tomorrow, and I know how much you hate not getting enough sleep.”

She paused, already halfway down his chest again. “I’m sure, but if you’d rather sleep, then…” She patted his cheek and began to move off of him, but before she had the chance, Harry’s hands were on her waist to keep her where she was.

“I never said that,” Harry said, already tugging her shirt over her head. He reached over to the nightstand by the bed to grab a condom. When he righted himself, he pointed a finger at her. “No complaints when I wake you up, though. Promise?”

“Promise. So…?”

Harry huffed, pretending to be exasperated. In all honesty, he just saw the love of his life, looking down at him like he was the most precious thing in the world. He hooked a finger around the necklace she was wearing and pulled her forward so he could kiss her.

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“Hey.”

There was no movement from the heap of blankets in the middle of the bed. Sighing, Harry nudged her shoulder, hoping it would be enough. It was not.

“Y/n, my love. It’s time to wake up.”

“No, bubba,” she whined, her voice muffled by the pillow her face was pressed up against.

He tried to hide his grin and nudged her shoulder again. “Yes. Come on, you can sleep on the way there.”

To his surprise, she did move, but it was only an arm and it was just to press her pointer finger on his nose, then his forehead. He let her poke his face a couple times before reaching for her hand and pulling it away from where it was pressing against his cheekbone. “What are you doing?”

“I’m looking for the snooze button,” Y/n mumbled. “I need at least five more minutes.”

Harry did laugh this time. “I gave you an hour. We were supposed to leave an hour ago”

She peeked an eye open. “Did you really?”

He nodded. “Yes, now let’s go. You promised, remember?”

“Yeah, but that was past me. She’s an idiot. Present me is tired and sore, which is your fault, by the way.”

Harry pretended to be offended. “Yikes, you’re extra grouchy this morning.”

He laid back down on the bed, and Y/n noticed that he was already dressed for the drive to Holmes Chapel—a pair of light wash jeans, one of her favorite sweatshirts of his with a coat over it, and a tiny clip, her clip, holding up his hair up in a small tuft on the top of his head. Stretching her arms out, she finally sat up. “I’m sorry, even if it is a little true.”

Y/n took the clip out of his hair and ran a hand through it. For a moment, he leaned into her touch, forever a sucker for when she did that. It was only a moment, though, and then he was sitting up again and pulling her with him. She groaned, but she let him do it anyway, finally okay with the idea of sleeping in the car. He kissed her cheek and told her he made breakfast, then left her to get ready.

It was December, which meant it was freezing outside, even more so for Y/n, who couldn’t stand being cold. She changed into a pair of leggings and a thick sweater she’d bought on one of Harry’s shopping sprees this week, figuring that something from London would be better at fending off the weather than anything she brought from home. Before she put on her shoes, she sat down on the bed, now made up, and looked up the weather in Holmes Chapel.

“You’re kidding,” she groaned, falling back against the bed. A fresh layer of snow had fallen last night, and there was more to come later.

She eyed her little section of Harry’s closet- he promised her that when he had a chance, they would do some renovations to his house so it would be more like their house, but she told him there was no rush—even though she had a feeling he was desperate to get his closet space back and wouldn’t admit it—and saw a pair of jeans hanging up. Y/n stared at them for a while, debating, and when Harry called up to her and asked if she was almost ready, she grabbed them off the hanger and slid them on over her leggings. Getting into her coat and slipping her phone into her pocket, she jogged down the stairs and followed the smell of food all the way to the kitchen. Harry was waiting for her with a plate of eggs, toast, sliced fruit, and a glass of orange juice at his kitchen table. She had yet to try the English specialty of beans on toast, but that wasn’t for lack of trying on Harry’s part. Y/n just couldn’t make herself try it yet, the idea completely bizarre and not very appetizing to her.

She tried to eat her breakfast as quickly as she could so that they could get on the road. Now that she was more awake, she felt bad that she slept in way past when they were supposed to leave. As she ate, Y/n scrolled through her phone, answering texts from family members and smiling a little at the pictures of her family around a Christmas tree. She was happy to be here with Harry, but she missed her family too, especially during the holidays.

Setting her phone down, Y/n looked up, ready to tell Harry she was ready to go. She figured he had been on his own phone while she ate, doing more of the same of what she’d been doing, but he was just sitting quietly with his chin resting in his hand, staring at her. She refrained from rolling her eyes, having grown used to Harry’s tendency to stare while she did virtually nothing. Most times she was convinced that Harry didn’t even realize he was doing it.

“My cousin has a girlfriend,” she said, not addressing the fact that she’d caught him staring at her.

Harry blinked, coming out of his daze. “Really? Who's he dating?”

“I’m not entirely sure, he’s being very close lipped about it. I’m gonna try to call him later and see if he’s willing to say more if it’s just me asking instead of the entire family.”

“Is that how it was with me?”

Y/n grinned as she recalled what it had been like when her siblings found out she was seeing Harry. “Wouldn't you like to know.”

“I would actually,” Harry said, standing up from the table.

Tugging on his hand, she brought him to her lap and kissed his cheek. “If you must know, yes, it was like I was being interrogated over text. Someone had seen an article that had pictures of us holding hands, and they happily shared it with the rest of my family, and then suddenly I was getting calls from family members I rarely speak to on the phone.”

Harry hummed at what Y/n had said and how her hands reached under his clothes to rub circles against his stomach. He remembered how nervous he’d been to go out with her in public places. Not because he was embarrassed to be seen with her, but because he knew that no matter how hard he would try to be discreet, someone would manage to get a picture of them.

Y/n, of course, didn’t mind as much as Harry did, taking the challenges of dating someone with a large following in stride. She held his hand and rubbed it soothingly with her thumb if she felt him start to get tense, and distracted him when he started to notice people pointing phones or cameras in their direction. If he was honest with himself, it was one of things that endeared him to her more than he already was. Y/n was handling a part of his life that sometimes was more than someone could bear, and never did she once hold it against him.

He kissed her then. It was at an odd angle because he was sitting in her lap but it still gave him the same headrush he always got when their lips met. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers, a faint smile on his face. “I called my mum after we first met, you know.”

Luz raised an eyebrow at him. “You did?”

Harry nodded, kissing the top of her cheekbone. “Mmhm. I just knew you were someone special . And later that week I got a call from Gem asking about you and saying our hometown was buzzing with the news that I had met someone.”

“I feel like you’re trying to calm my nerves, but you’ve done the opposite,” Y/n tried to joke. After last night, she was feeling a little better about the prospect of meeting all of Harry’s closest friends and family, but now her worries and doubts were starting to creep back in.

He cupped her cheek in his hand. “What I’m trying to say is that everyone already loves you. You make me happy, that’s all they’ll care about.”

Y/n couldn’t help the smile that erupted on her face. She let Harry stand up and pull her to her feet. They quickly cleaned up the kitchen together, realizing that they were super late now. By the time all the dishes were put away, overnight bags were stowed in the car, and they were settled in the driver and passenger seats, Y/n found that she wasn’t tired or nervous anymore. She was just excited to meet the people who helped make her boyfriend the wonderful person that he was.

***

Harry was wandering his mother’s house in search of his girlfriend.

For the first two hours, Y/n had remained so close to his side, he thought she’d glued herself to him. It was an interesting sight to see. In the time that Harry had known her, Y/n had been nothing but outgoing and talkative, making friends with bartenders, Uber drivers, his fans, people she passed by on the street. She always found common ground with people.

But tonight she almost hid behind Harry, letting him do the talking while she quietly listened with her hand tightly gripping his as she was introduced to person after person.

It was when she disappeared into the bathroom that Harry lost track of her. He was waiting patiently outside the door as she had requested when his mother came up to him and dragged him to one of her friends that she claimed he hadn’t seen in ages and just had to say hello. He got caught up in answering all sorts of questions from was he working on new music to when he planned on marrying Y/n. He blushed at that one, and used it as an excuse to leave to go find her.

Except he couldn’t find her. Harry checked and double checked every room in the house, and unless his girlfriend was hiding in a cupboard, he was pretty sure she wasn’t in the house. He moved to searching the backyard, thinking maybe someone had pulled her outside.

Y/n was nowhere to be found in the little backyard, but when he spotted his sister, he walked over, hoping she might know where his elusive girlfriend was.

“Hey, little brother,” Gemma said, waving Harry over to where she was talking to a few of her friends from school.

He waved and gave everyone a small smile. “Hi. Have you seen—”

“Y/n? Yeah, she’s right—Oh, that’s weird, I swear she was talking to Patrick a minute ago about his hip replacement surgery, and then before that to Lisa about where she grew up, I think, and then—”

“She shouldn’t be overwhelmed like that, Gem, she’s supposed to be having fun,” Harry sighed. He was glad she’d come out of her shell with the members of his family, but he feel didn’t want his girlfriend too feel like she was under a microscope, either.

“Oh, relax, Harry. Did you honestly expect to have a girlfriend that’s from America and there not be questions? And it’s not like people are bombarding her. She offered to teach me a little Spanish while you and Mum were out at the store earlier.”

Harry sighed again. He supposed his sister had a point, he just didn’t want people to overwhelm her or only talk to her about where she came from. There was so much more to Y/n than that.

“Relax, Harry. Everyone loves her,” Gemma said, reading the look on his face despite the dim lighting outside. “So have a drink, and try not to think so little of the people you’ve known your whole life, yeah?”

“That’s not—Yeah, alright, fine. Sorry, for being so tense, I just want things to go perfectly. For her.”

“And they have. So take a breath and let yourself enjoy tonight.”

Harry leaned down and kissed the top of Gemma’s head. “Thanks, Gem.”

“Yeah, yeah. Go on and find your bird. And fill my glass while you’re inside, will you?”

He rolled his eyes, but took the wineglass out from her hand anyway. He left his sister and her friends behind and went back into the house. He’d checked every room already, but Y/n must’ve sneaked past him at some point. He walked slowly to the kitchen where the open bottles of wine were, craning his neck around in the hopes of catching sight of a familiar head of hair in a thick knit sweater.

It was when he passed by the slightly cracked open door of the bathroom that he heard her voice.

“—brother pushed me off a swing and I needed four stitches right here. And here, I was playing outside and busted my knee open. Six more stitches. And then when I was playing football, I slid and had a huge scratch on my bum for weeks. Can you believe that?”

Y/n’s words were followed by a fit of giggles at the mention of her scratching her “bum.” It was weird to hear her say that, but when he heard a young boy’s voice, he understood.

“No you didn’t!”

“It really happened, I promise,” she insisted. Harry had quietly pushed the door farther open while she and the boy, his little cousin Joshua, Harry realized, were talking, so he could see that she was tending to a cut on his knee. “And you know what? You can’t even see the scar anymore. So I think you’re gonna be just fine.”

Joshua’s jeans were rolled up past his knee on one side, a large band-aid covering what must have been a scrape. There was peroxide and little scrunched up cotton pads on the bathroom counter; clearly Y/n had taken Joshua to get cleaned up from some kind of fall.

“And if it still hurts, I think if you pout enough your cousin Harry might carry you around the rest of the night. How does that sound?”

She turned her head and winked at Harry. He didn’t know when she’d noticed him, from what he could tell she hadn’t looked at him until now. She’d put her hair up into a ponytail so it was out of her face while she worked, the sleeves of her sweater rolled up past her elbows.

“Hm, I’m okay,” Joshua said, directing both Y/n and Harry’s attention back to him. His eyes were a little red and his lashes stuck together like he’d just been crying. Harry understood then that he must’ve taken a pretty bad fall.

“Well, if you change your mind…” she said, her voice trailing off. She lifted Joshua off the counter where he’d been sitting and set him down on the floor. Before he left, Y/n pulled his pant leg back down and gave him a fist bump. Joshua ran off down the hallway, saying hello to Harry as he went.

Harry leaned against the bathroom door, watching as Y/n began to clean up the counter. Of course she would be helping one of his cousins with a cut up knee. She might have been nervous about meeting everyone tonight, but Y/n loved helping people and talking about her family. He should’ve known that talking about her job was one of the only things that would calm her nerves.

“I heard you’ve become quite the social butterfly,” he said while she washed her hands.

Y/n took a moment to answer while she dried her hands on a fluffy grey towel. When she turned around her cheeks were a little pink. “Yeah, sorry, is that weird? I was so nervous before, but it all just kind of melted away.”

Harry smiled at her. “No, babe, you’re not weird. I love you so much.”

“Shut up,” she laughed, punching him lightly on the shoulder. Reaching for his hand, Y/n played with the ring on his middle finger. “I don’t know, it felt easier to talk to people by just talking about my family instead of myself. After you abandoned me that is.”

“Sorry about that. My mum said there was a friend of hers I had to say hello too. I’ve been looking for you ever since.”

She rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck. “Why do you always do that?”

He looked at her curiously. Y/n sounded annoyed, but amused at the same time. And yet her arms were around his neck and her hands were playing with his hair. He loved Y/n and he loved being in love, but sometimes his girlfriend was hard to read. “What?”

“I try to playfully make fun of you, and you turn it into a loving moment. It throws me off sometimes. I can’t decide whether to hit you or kiss you.”

“Well…I can tell you which one I would prefer,” Harry said. He didn’t know what the problem was; all he ever wanted was to make her smile.

Y/n hummed and went up on her tiptoes so she could kiss him. Not caring at all that they were surrounded by his family or that the door to the bathroom was wide open, Harry kissed her back, setting the wine glass down on the counter behind her so he could hold her with both of his hands.

He couldn’t get enough of her. It was like every time he kissed her was like the last and he had to savor every touch of their lips and brush of his tongue against hers. She whined against his mouth as his hands creeped under her sweater, his hands cold from being outside. They continued roaming anyway as they kissed, eventually finding purchase on the backs of her legs so he could prop her up on the bathroom counter.

“Harry, what are you doing?”

She felt like a teenager as he settled between her legs and held his face in her hands. The fact that anyone could see them like this at any moment was painfully obvious to Y/n, but she made no move to slip off the counter.

“You took care of Josh, but what about me?” he said. “What if I had an injury that needed your special attention?”

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes because she knew there was nothing wrong with him, she asked, “Sorry. Is there anything wrong with you?”

“Yeah, I have some pain right here,” he said pointing to a spot on the base of his throat. The same spot that also made Harry’s breath hitch when Y/n kissed it.

Understanding what he meant, she leaned forward and placed her lips against his skin. “That should do it. Anywhere else?”

They spent the next few minutes like that, Harry pointing to areas around his face and neck that needed tending to while Y/n kissed the “pain” away. At one point, Harry glanced down where his belt was looped around his jeans, an inquisitive look on his face. “Absolutely not,” she said immediately, blushing furiously. With one last kiss to the corner of his mouth before she hopped off the counter, she whispered, “At least not right now.”

Harry knew he hadn’t seen his family in ages, and he wanted to catch up with everyone at his mum’s house, but he suddenly wished they were back at his flat in London where no one would bother them.

“We should get back out there,” Y/n said quietly. She knew they should, but she liked when it was just her and Harry, too.

“I know,” he sighed, moving a strand of hair away from her face. “One last kiss?”

She obliged, fixing his hair clip when they finally pulled apart, having taken it out of his hair when he’d lifted her up on the bathroom counter. With one last kiss to her cheek, Harry took her by the hand and led her back to the party.

As they shuffled out of the bathroom, a woman crossed their path. She raised her eyebrows at the pair, but didn’t say a word as she moved down the hallway. Y/n pressed her face into Harry’s side. She didn’t know who that woman was, but she didn’t care. They couldn’t have looked more guilty as they walked out of the bathroom, who knew what that woman thought or what she would say to the other people in the house.

“Remember the embarrassment you felt after waking up and facing my parents after you made an absolute fool out of yourself that one time you accidentally texted my dad a message meant for me? That’s how I feel right now.”

Harry blanched as they walked towards the kitchen. He still had to refill his sister’s wine glass. “Wait, I thought you said he never read it?”

“I didn’t want you to feel bad around my parents,” Y/n said, blushing at the memory. She swung their joined hands back and forth. “And you quickly won them over with your charm and goofiness, anyway. I didn't see the point in telling you.

“Goofiness?” he asked, his mind snagging on the word.

“Yes,” Y/n agreed. “One of the things I love about you is how well you balance the two.”

“Me too. Though my life is much more entertaining when he acts more goofy than charming,” Gemma said. She was sitting at the kitchen table with a couple people that looked her age.

There was a low buzz of assent coming from the table, and Y/n didn’t even have to look at Harry to know he was blushing. She thought if he could hide behind her and avoid the light teasing from his older sister, he would. Y/n thought it was cute how bashful Harry had become; he’d hardly blinked when they got caught coming out of the bathroom together, but here he was, his neck and face flushed as he shuffled behind her the tiniest bit. Y/n was used to every kind of sibling teasing in the book, so she felt right at home with Gemma, but it was clear Harry wasn’t as comfortable about it. At least when it was happening in front of his girlfriend.

She squeezed his hand comfortingly and took the glass out of Harry’s other one. “I think you’re very charming. And sexy. You can blush about that instead, okay?” She kissed his cheek and let go of his hand, finding that he was grinning like an idiot at her. “What were you having, Gemma? Red or white?”

“Uh, red. Thanks, Y/n,” Gemma said, raising her eyebrows at her brother.

When Y/n was far enough away, one of the guys at the table leaned forward as Harry sat down. “She’s great, H.”

Harry tried to hide his smile with his hand. “Yeah. She’s—She’s, uh, she’s everything.” He hadn’t meant to say that, it was a rather embarrassing thing to say in front of his sister and her friends, but that didn’t make it any less true.

“Can you believe it? My baby brother, settled down and in love,” Gemma sighed. Harry was about to tell his sister to shut up when Y/n came back with two glasses of wine.

She handed one to Gemma and one to Harry before perching herself on his lap. “I am kind of great,” she mused, patting her boyfriend on the knee. “And smart. I’m really smart.”

“She is,” Harry nodded, kissing her shoulder.

“That’s brilliant!” One of the girls sitting down at the table said suddenly. Everyone turned to look at her curiously, not sure where the outburst came from. She blushed and hid behind her drink for a moment before collecting herself. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just that Gem and I go to a bar in London and they have these trivia nights on Thursdays, and I just thought-”

“Oh, Emma, you’re a bloody genius, of course!” Gemma said, her eyes lighting up. “Y/n, we’ve been looking for a third member to join our trivia team for weeks, and you would be perfect.”

“I like trivia,” Y/n said, her thumb rubbing back and forth over Harry’s hand affectionately. She had been nervous about her semi-move to England. Excited, but nervous. It would involve a lot of downtime in a place she wasn’t familiar with and where the only person she knew was Harry, but making some friends of her own while her boyfriend had to work was the exact thing she needed. And she knew Gemma already. Y/n didn’t know her friends very well, but she could start with trivia nights on Thursdays and go from there.

“You sure, lovie?” Harry asked. He didn’t want his sister or her friends to overwhelm her.

“She’ll be fine, H. We’ll take good care of her,” the girl, Emma, insisted.

Y/n would’ve been worried about hanging out with them if she didn’t know Harry, and Gemma, for that matter. If she wanted to have a life here, she needed people. She loved spending all her time with Harry, but she knew that they wouldn’t be spending every waking moment together. In fact, she was perfectly aware of the fact that he was putting things off to help her get settled in his London flat. Having friends of her own would ease her mind and his, make him not worry about her constantly when he wasn’t around.

The rest of the night, Harry sat back and watched as Y/n made new friends with his old ones. He remained relatively quiet, content to relax in his childhood home with his girlfriend in his lap and playing with her hair. The sound of her voice as she talked to his sister and all their friends felt like home too, her laugh alone making him smile against her shoulder. He loved how outgoing she was, how much everyone seemed to be as drawn to her as he was. If he didn’t have to be, Harry preferred being on the quiet side and listening more than doing all the talking himself. He liked to leave the extroverted side of him for his performances, crawling back into his shell once he was off the stage.

Y/n was the exact opposite. Anywhere they went, she made friends or started conversations with strangers, commenting on tattoos she liked or asking someone where they got their shoes. But whenever she went to one of Harry’s concerts, she became totally shy, blushing furiously or hiding behind whoever she was with if he winked at her or tried to talk to her from the stage.

Harry knew she had been nervous about coming here and meeting his family, but there was no trace of nerves now. She leaned comfortably against his chest and fiddled with the rings on his fingers the way she usually did when they held hands, talking animatedly about her job, her family, and anything else that Gemma and her friends threw her way.

However, the longer Y/n spoke and laughed and got to know his friends and family, the more Harry wanted her to himself. He loved how much the most important people in his life were all getting along, but by the time the night was winding down and it was time to head up to his childhood bedroom, he was itching to kiss her, to touch her, to be truly alone with her after sharing her with his family for the last few hours.

“You’re so needy tonight,” she joked. She’d been drying off her face when he came up behind her and began nuzzling her neck. Needy or not, she raised her hand and threaded it through his hair, feeling him smile against her neck.

“Wanted to make sure you were extra comfortable tonight,” he mumbled, twisting her around and propping her up on the bathroom counter. He did that a lot—sitting Y/n up on countertops and all sorts of surfaces so that they were more level with each other.

Of the two of them, Y/n tended to be more quiet about her feelings for Harry. He liked to kiss her cheek while they were out, and play with the ends of her hair, and pull her into his lap in front of groups of people, while she was content to hold his hand and save her affection for when they were alone, the only time she did more was when she saw someone flirting with Harry in front of her or if she was completely comfortable in her surrounding. But now that they were alone, she wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

Harry grinned against her and kissed her back, cupping either side of her face and rubbing gentle circles into her skin with his thumbs. “I had a really nice time tonight. Your family’s wonderful.”

“I tried to tell you,” Harry murmured, kissing along her neck and jaw. “Maybe you should listen to me more.”

“Ha!” Y/n didn’t mean to sound so incredulous, but she prided herself on being right, and while she could admit to perhaps overthinking how tonight would go, she would continue to go with their usual dynamic—Harry listening to her.

Pulling back, Harry rolled his eyes and helped Y/n down from the counter. Holding hands, he led her to his room. It was almost exactly the same as when he’d left so many years ago. Posters were peeling off the walls, old trophies and ribbons had a thin layer of dust on them. The only thing that was different was his bed, which his mum had gotten new bedclothes for a couple of years ago.

“Ooh, am I the first girl you’ve ever brought up here?” she teased as she looked around the room.

“Um, I’m not going to answer that,” Harry replied, blushing a little. She wasn’t, but she was the one that mattered the most to him.

Y/n grinned as she unbuttoned her jeans so she could change into her pajamas. “Relax, I’m just kidding. Your mum told me all about your girlfriends at school.”

“Of course she did. I’m surprised Gemma didn’t—Wait, what on earth are you wearing?”

All night, Harry had watched his girlfriend walk around in a pair of jeans, but he never would’ve thought she’d be wearing two pairs of pants, which was what he realized now as she shimmied out of her jeans but was still completely clothed.

“I didn’t want to be cold,” she shrugged, trying to move on before Harry had the chance to tease her.

“No no. We’re not moving on from this. You seriously wore two pairs of trousers tonight?”

Y/n huffed and rested her hands on her fully clothed hips. “Come on, are you really that surprised?”

Harry chuckled and shook his head, both in disbelief and to agree with her. He did know how much she hated being cold, but he never thought she would layer her clothes like this. It wasn’t even that cold tonight.

“I’m worried about how you’re going to handle the actual cold days,” he said, slipping out of his own jeans and getting into bed. He didn’t sleep here very often anymore, and the fact that he was going to do so with the woman he was quite sure was the love of his life was a little odd.

Y/n didn’t seem to have the same thoughts as she quickly slipped off her leggings and got into her pajamas. Harry opened up the covers for her once he saw that she was ready, and she practically flopped onto the bed, latching onto him like a magnet.

He was always cozy and warm, but it felt different during the holidays for some reason. There was a giddiness that came with spending a holiday together as a young couple. They built snowmen and ice skated and drank hot chocolate, but now it was time to sleep under the warm glow of twinkly lights Harry’s mom hung up in his room, and it was absolutely perfect.

“I’m going to shrivel up into a husk of the person I once was, but I will have done it for love,” she told him, giving his chest a quick little peck.

Laughing, Harry pulled her impossibly closer and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I will do everything in my power to keep you warm.”

“I’m sure you will,” Y/n replied, understanding what he meant. “But not tonight.”

“Why?” Harry whined, jutting out his bottom lip a little. He knew what she was going to say before she said it, but that didn’t make him any less disappointed about it.

“Your mom is down the hall, and you’re not exactly quiet,” she said, grinning a little at his blush and the way he mumbled, you’re not either. “So we’re in agreement. Also, there’s a picture of One Direction over there, and I don’t know how I feel about a young you or any of your band mates staring at me like that.”

Before he fell asleep, Harry stared at the ceiling, thinking about how much had happened since he’d properly moved out of his mum’s house so long ago. Never in a million years did he ever think he’d be in the same bed he slept in at sixteen with the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. As he slowly drifted off to sleep, Y/n’s foot lightly kicking him in the shin as she slept, Harry couldn’t imagine that there was anyone on this planet who was as lucky as he was.

She had a point there. While he was away, his mum liked to put up pictures of him to make it feel like he was there. Sighing, Harry settled for cuddling his girlfriend and kissing her until their eyes closed, Y/n’s head resting comfortably on his chest.

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Mile has tons of skills and talent I am envious about but the top one is for sure time management. 1 peak at your schedule sir. 1 PEAK! It must be colour coded and planned down to the minute (my planner brain needs to know)

(giggles and kicks my feet at eepy kitten apo in the background shaking his hair and with daddy protecting him)

Translation by MileApo Safe place:

[P: Let’s talk about discipline first because…] M: I think the word ‘discipline’ is a word that can be said easily, like ‘Yeah, I wanna be discipline’ or if others tell us to have/be disciplined is easy. But the most important thing is.. Whether we want to do it or not, and if we don’t want to do it, how would you maintain the discipline, is the important thing. Because phi think that, every work/project, regardless of it not being about/in the entertainment industry, if it’s work, you're going to have to come across it/the work that you don’t want to do. (For instance,) shit head coworkers*… uh, no, I’m saying the truth, you’re going to come across it, naturally *Coworkers in Thai is “puen ruam gnarn” which has the word “puen” or ‘friends’, so Pond is making a joke on the word “puen” P: Ah, talking about coworkers/friends, wake Po up too M: No, I didn’t mean Po. You’ll see things like this, it’s only natural, we have to understand, I’m saying the facts first, and… even the people you’re not working with us, they’re even worse than you’re coworkers, these people/things will make the various things we’re doing, (we) get distracted

*long sigh* I think the most frustrating part of a video like this is that Pond has very poor understanding of the optics of fandom despite being embedded as long as MileApo. A stray comment like that could easily be taken out of context by toxic solos who dislike Apo if Mile weren't quickly out there to defend him.

And when it comes down to it, Mile knows Apo is very serious about his work, and can buckle down and get down to business.

Does attending this random ass interview about THC even count? This very much feels like Apo showing up in Episode 3 to pour water and being sugar baby AF, showing off. Why would he have to be serious when daddy's got it covered, go back to sleep kitten 🤪

As for the time management part - yes! But also, my dad used to chastise me the time about how I was "undisciplined" because um. *checks notes* I'm not very good at time organization. (I am very disciplined in other aspects, but my ability to manage a project is like / <- most of the project gets done at the end.)

Turns out that is a key feature of ADHD that went undiagnosed for a long time, so like, honestly also don't feel bad if it's just something you're unable to do. Mile is peak performance when it comes to time management. Also Mile's a chronic insomniac, i s2g he gets stuff done just because he doesn't sleep sometimes 😑 it's incredible his skin still looks fairly amazing, considering that.

#adhd #mile phakphum #apo nattawin #mile x thc #be on cloud #the hidden character

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Have you ever imagined yourself being used as Stephen Strange’s ash tray after he’s thrown you around his bedroom to show you some ‘fucking discipline’?

Written by myself and @isle-offlightless-birds 🤪

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Cigarettes After Sex

“Excuse me, sir, but Mr Stark doesn’t like people to smoke in this area.” A female voice spoke as she’s stepped onto the balcony, facing towards the tall, suited man.

“Doesn’t he?” The man asked unenthusiastically, clearly unbothered as he turned around while smoke was still leaving his mouth, “My apologies.”

“Doctor Strange smokes?” The girl parted her lips in shock, continuing to let her voice work faster than her brain, “Does that not have a bad effect on your whole doctor thing?”

“He does on occasion,” Stephen nodded, taking a long drag from the cigarette between his fingers and tapping the ash over the balcony as he exhaled the smoke, “Doctor Strange also minds his own damn business.”

“Doctor Strange also minds his own damn business.” His words lingered in her mind for a moment while she tried to formulate an appropriate response. After all, working for Mr Stark was a dream come true, even if it did mean dealing with the arrogant sorcerer.

“My apol—“ She started, but was cut off.

“Anyway… be a good little waitress and fetch me another drink instead of just standing there.” His deep voice snapped and reverberated through her core, and cerulean gaze engulfed her from head to toe. She opened her mouth to respond, but Strange had turned to face the balcony again, cupping his hand over the lighter and sparking up another cigarette.

Realising that was about all she was going to get out of him, she re-entered the main function room through the oversized glass door which separated the party from the few that chose to take in the view from the balcony. It had livened up inside; guests still arriving, mingling in their groups spread across the entire floor area, and some of the other Avengers had become enthralled in trying to lift Mjolner from a nearby table.

Weaving her way towards the bar, she echoed Strange’s comment back to herself, “‘be a good little waitress and fetch me a drink’, who the fuck does he think he is!?” Wondering if he was always that much of an asshole. However, she couldn’t deny that he was insanely attractive, and her mind wandered back to his piercing gaze, those cosmic orbs that were intimidating, yet alluring.

“Do I need to repeat myself? I need a round of drinks taken to that table in the corner.” Tony snapped while pointing towards a group of people that looked rather important.

“But, sir, I’m currently serving Doctor Strange.” She said as she broke out of her daze.

“Well, Stephen can wait,” Tony asserted, “That table. Now.” He turned and disappeared into the sea of guests, distracted by a woman that had walked past whilst they were talking — typical.

Grabbing a tray of drinks, she made her way to the table in the corner. The men and women were visibly drunk, barely acknowledging her standing there.

“Um, Mr Stark had me bring you another round.” One lady looked at her and then the table to indicate her to put the drinks on the table and waved her hand, signalling her to leave.

‘Could this night get any worse!?’ She thought as she finally made it back to the bar to pour Strange’s drink.

As she made her way to the balcony, she noticed the previously empty corner lounge now hosted a few of the Avengers, Stephen being one of them. He was leaning back with his arm resting along the back of the seat and legs slightly apart. Her eyes flicked across his chiseled features as she approached until his eyes locked with hers.

“Well, it’s about damn time, I almost thought you’d forgotten.” Stephen scoffed.

“Finished clouding your lungs with that poison, I see.” She retorted back, causing Stephen to

stiffen in his seat as he shot a glance at the others — they hadn’t taken any notice.

“Oh… they don’t know?” She mouthed at him.

“And I’d like to keep it that way.” He replied, barely audible and glaring at her.

“Anyway, Mr Strange… I— I got held up, but I’m here now.” she said.

“Hmm…” He sarcastically tapped his chin, “Got held up with something more important than me?” He said, raising his eyebrow, a slight smirk forming at the corner of his lips.

“Ah— U—Uh, just following Mr Stark’s orders. I work for him, not you.” She mumbled, feeling his stare explore her body.

“Well, are you going to just stand there or give me my drink?” He spoke, “Or do you have more important things to attend to?” Stephen teased.

“Oh, s—sorry, yes.” She moved closer, feeling her cheeks blushing, and leaned forward to bring the tray holding his drink lower so she could place it on the table in front of him. Impatiently, Stephen moved his hand to take it off the tray, bumping it in the process and causing the glass to fall. The spirits covered his white button up shirt, and caused him to gasp at the sudden coolness of the liquid when it soaked through to his crotch.

The rest of the table had fallen silent, distracted by the commotion currently taking place. Her eyes widened and without hesitation she grabbed the towelette she carried out of her back pocket, knelt down in front of him and started to wipe over his lower torso. Not thinking about anything other than cleaning the mess, she brushed the towelette over his crotch, causing Stephen’s cock to stir in his trousers from her touch. Her heart raced realising she’d not only just spilt a drink on Doctor Strange but also just groped him enough to being to turn him on. Once she remembered where she was and the company she was in, she stood up and backed away.

“Mr Strange, I’m so sor—“ She glanced at Tony, swallowing hard with widened eyes, “Mr Stark, this is my fault, I apologise!”

Stephen, still looking down at his soaked suit, slowly raised his head and met her eyes with his while flattening down his suit and shaking his head slowly.

“You just ruined a perfectly good suit, and you are going to pay for it.” He snarled.

“You ordered the drink, Mr Strange, I think you’ll find that you will pay for it.” The girl shook her head.

“Excuse me?” Stephen scoffed, genuinely shocked at her sudden confidence, “Especially after speaking to me like that, you most certainly will pay for it.”

“I honestly don't even know why I—” Tony began, shaking his head until Stephen cut him off.

“Now, now, Stark, I can deal with it.” He looked up at Tony, pressing his lips together as he gestured for him to get back to his party.

“If you insist.” Tony held his hands up, walking away.

“You,” Stephen grabbed her attention again, “What’s your name?”

“Isabella.” The girl responded timidly this time.

“Too long,” Stephen shook his head, “I’ll go with ‘Bella’.”

‘U—Uh, yeah, sure…” She nodded slowly, “Bella it is.”

“Well, Bella, you missed a spot on my shoes.” He gestured toward the floor.

“O—Oh, yes, of course,” Bella swallowed hard, looking around to see everyone else engaging in conversation elsewhere as she crouched to the floor, “L—Let me, uh, let me get that.”

“Good girl.” Stephen nodded, watching as she found herself in front of his parted legs while she pulled out the towel again and lightly rubbed it against his shoes.

“Will that be all, Mr Strange?” She asked, glancing up at him between his legs.

“I have to say, Bella, there is something about looking at you from this angle…” Stephen swallowed hard, parting his legs a little more.

“Yeah?” Bella raised her eyebrows, “What is it?”

“The fact that you’re playing so dumb to knowing exactly what I'm talking about is only raising your punishment higher.” Stephen squinted his eyes.

“My punishment, sir?” Bella scowled, placing a hand on each of his knees.

“D…” Stephen inhaled sharply, pressing his lips together hard for a few moments, “Don’t call me that, or you’ll regret it.”

“I’m sorry, don’t?” Bella gazed up at him again, “I would have thought a man of your arrogant, egotistical level would love to be addressed as such.”

“You’re only adding to the reasons why I can't wait to give you something to make you fucking stop running that pretty little mouth of yours.” Stephen grumbled, glaring.

“You might just be the happiest man I have ever served, Mr Strange.” Bella spoke in a sarcastic tone, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, keep going the way you're going and you're certainly going to serve me alright.” Stephen spoke under his breath as he averted eye contact, looking around the table instead briefly before back at Bella, “In fact, be a good little worker and make sure you've cleaned up every bit that you spilled.”

“Oh…” Bella couldn't help but smirk, moving her hands in unison now to his inner thighs, “You mean…”

“Oh, for f—” He gritted his teeth when he felt Bella moving her hands teasingly slow along the inner seem of his pants and reached beneath the table, gripping her wrists and resting them both over his crotch, “I mean there.”

“Yeah?” Bella’s smirk widened, tracing her palm over the outline of his cock from through his trousers, “I thought so.”

“Now, don't go too crazy,” He cleared his throat, digging his heels into the floor a little harder when he felt her starting to massage the front of his pants with a little more pressure, “I don't want another unnecessary spillage on my very expensive trousers.”

“Very expensive, hm?” Bella arched a brow, biting her lip when she felt his cock starting to become more noticeable through the material, “I would have thought a man of your age would have learned how to stop himself from 20 second premature ejaculation by now.”

“Oh, wow,” Stephen’s eyes widened, parting his lips for a moment before flaring his nostrils, “You listen here, you little brat,” He exhaled shakily as his pants grew more and more restricted, trying not to sink further into his chair, “Y—You’re heading the right way for some well fucking needed disciplining.”

Bella remained quiet for a few long moments, enjoying the feeling of his cock twitching against his pants as she attempted to jerk it the best she could with her fingertips through the material. Stephen bit his lip harshly to try and avoid any give-away moans, fidgeting in his seat. Bella glanced up at him and parted her lips while looking at his, desperate to know what they felt like, what they tasted like. She smirked when his jaw clenched as a result of her fingertips now teasing the head of his cock, massaging all around it and waiting until their eyes met again before responding to his previous comment.

“But, sir, maybe that's what I want.” She licked her lips slowly, squeezing her hand over his crotch completely.

Stephen inhaled sharply, closing his eyes and running his fingers through his hair, “Well, it’d be my pleasure to teach you some fucking manners.” he groaned, glancing down at her hand and then meeting her lust filled gaze.

“Get up.” he said sharply, shifting in his seat, giving her minimal time to move before he stood abruptly. Towering over her, their bodies were merely a couple inches apart. Stephen moved around her, stepping off to the side of the table, sliding his sling onto his fingers.

“Leaving so soon, Stange?” Tony called out from the other side of the table.

“Well if it weren’t for your clumsy fucking waitress here…” he tilted his head in Bella’s direction and pointed to his soaked suit, “I think you need to hire some more, shall we say, disciplined staff, Tony.”

“Hmm, seems like you and I need to have a chat.” Tony said turning his attention to Bella.

“Oh, no need for that, Tony, I’ll handle your little waitress.” Stephen grinned, conjuring up a portal to the sanctum.

“YOU.” He turned to Bella smirking, and pointed to the sanctum, “Now.”

“Uh— Just hold on a second, Strange, you’re just going to entice one of my staff in the middle of her shift?” Tony snapped, turning his attention to Bella and giving her an inquiring look.

“Mind your damn business, Stark.” Stephen scoffed, gesturing her to walk through to the sanctum. Bella gave Tony an apologetic smile and followed Stephen through, feeling the sparks of the portal fizzle away behind her.

The sanctum’s cool air danced over her skin as she stood in front of the grand staircase, taking in her surroundings so few got to see. A click of fingers startled her, and a wave of pressure consumed her body. Her wrists tingled, almost feeling like currents of electricity were sparking from within her as they involuntarily locked together and restrained themselves above her head. She jerked against the imperceptible hold on her body, her breathing becoming shallow.

“Now that I’ve got you all to myself and away from the watchful eye of your boss, will you actually do as I ask or are you still prepared to face the consequences if you don’t?” Stephen muttered in her ear from behind her. She shivered, feeling his breath skim over her neck, and writhed against her restraints.

“Mmm, that depends,” she teased rolling her hips backwards to meet his crotch, “What exactly did I do wrong… Sir?”

Stephen appeared in front of her, grabbing her face with his coarse hands, making her part her lips slightly, “I told you not to call me that.” Swirling his other hand in a motion that tightened the charm on Bella’s body, earning a soft whine from her mouth.

“You’ve been a pain in my ass all night. See, I can deal with a pretty little thing like you cleaning up the mess you made. I mean, hell, it didn’t take much to get you on your knees for me,” Stephen said, licking his lips, “But the others… now, they didn’t know I about the smoking,” he sighed, trailing his free hand nonchalantly across her hips, “Like you said ‘bad for my image’. So, let me ask you again… will you do ask I ask or are you prepared to face the consequences if you don’t?”

“Y—Yes to both parts of that question.” Bella grinned.

“M’hm, good girl,” Stephen exhaled sharply with a snap of his fingers releasing her from the spell.

The moment Bella returned back to the ‘real world’, she found herself being well and truly devoured by Stephen’s eyes. She didn't dare even think what was going on in his mind, but his hand against her cheek showed her exactly what he wanted, and when he brought their faces closer together, she gladly obliged. Their lips met roughly, desperately, each of them grunting from the long awaited contact that they both apparently anticipated. Stephen’s hand was now joined with his other; both of them now holding her head in place as he practically attacked her lips with kisses.

Bella dared her hands to trail to the front of Stephen’s pants, pressing her palm against it several times and grinning against Stephen's lips as he pushed against it in response. With his hands now tangled in her hair, he stressed his need by trying to brush his hips against her hand with as much friction as possible. Bella smirked against his lips and moved her hands to his belt loops, tugging at them gently and making their hips meet each time.

“No, no, no,” Stephen spoke as he tugged out her bottom lip between his teeth, “You need to learn how to behave and do as I say. To tease me would not be wise.”

“Would it not, Mr Strange?” Bella raised her eyebrows, licking her lips slowly when he let go of her bottom one completely, “And what happens if I don’t, hm? If I don't do as you say… sir?” She lowered one of her hands, brushing her fingertips all the way along his length from over the material of his pants.

“Then, I’ll have to take you to my bed and show you exactly how to behave.” Stephen spoke lowly and swallowed hard, feeling himself twitch from her light touch.

“Oh, that doesn't sound too threatening…” She smirked, cupping him completely in her hands and squeezing him gently, “Have you got any other threats for me, hm?”

“Either y—you…” His voice trailed off when he felt Bella now wrapping her fist around him the best she could from over his trousers, his jaw clenching, “E—Either you start to behave now, or I’ll have to take you to bed with me.” He stuttered, forcing his eyes open to glare down at her, trying desperately not to crumble at her skilled hands, “What’ll it be?”

“Hmm…” Bella pretended to think, squeezing her fist around him several times before moving it again — faster this time as she leaned up on her tip toes to press her words to his lips, “I think you’re going to have to take me to bed with you…” She paused for a moment, tightening her grip on him significantly and greatly enjoying the breathy moan he exhaled as a result, “…sir.”

Stephen’s hands gripped her hips and walked her backwards into his bedroom, roughly pressing his lips to hers as they stumbled around the room. Bella’s hands instinctively went back to his pants, clumsily trying to open them while Stephen mercilessly tore her clothes from her body. Once Stephen’s crotch was undone, Bella purposefully stopped paying it any attention — instead, her frantic fingers began to work on unbuttoning his shirt.

“I’ve told you already,” Stephen growled against her lips, “Do. Not. Tease. Me.” He pressed a harder kiss to her lips with each word and gripped onto her wrists, pushing them back down toward his now hanging open crotch.

“What, are you afraid you're going to cum in your pants, Mr Strange?” She looked up at him with an innocent smile, pushing one of her hands into his open crotch and lightly tracing her fingertips over the bump of his boxers.

“Suggest that one more time and you’ll fucking know about it.” Stephen grunted, ripping her underwear from her and carelessly throwing it to the floor to join the rest of her clothes.

“So many threats, Stephen…” Bella whispered, purposely massaging her palm against his boxers, able to feel him pulsing furiously through the material, “And, yet, none that you’ve followed through with.

Stephen’s nostrils flared and he gritted his teeth impatiently, ripping his shirt open and making Bella gasp as the buttons on it pinged off in several directions. Shrugging himself out of it, he then stepped out of his trousers that were now pooled at his ankles and placed his hands on either of Bella’s bare breasts, pushing them together and feeling his cock twitch inside his boxers from the moan that left her lips. Bella gripped onto the waistband of his boxers and pulled him closer to the bed, stumbling back onto it and letting go of his waistband as a result, smirking widely as it snapped back against his hips.

Leaning back on the bed she glanced up at Stephen — although the glimpse was brief, it was one of the most arousing looks she had ever seen in her life; his face was flushed, half with lust, half with taunted anger, his eyes were heavy but wide, his lips were parted a little but his nostrils remained flared in frustration while his jaw locked. That entire image lasted for all of half a second before Stephen’s body plummeted down onto hers, their lips smacking together so hard she could have sworn they started bleeding.

“If you're not going to behave, you leave me with no choice but to give you something to shut you up.” Stephen spoke lowly against her lips, kissing them urgently as his hips pinned hers to the bed.

“I’ll take what I'm given, Mr Strange…” Bella whimpered, scratching her fingertips up and down his back soothingly and feeling him shiver against her as a result.

“Oh, yeah?” Stephen arched a brow, pressing a harder kiss to her lips.

“Yeah,” Bella spoke seductively against his lips, “I’ll take it, Stephen. I’ll take it all.”

“Oh, fuck,” Stephen exhaled shakily against her lips, feeling himself leaking sticky precum into his boxers as a result of her words, “S—Suck my cock. Now.”

“Right now, sir?” Bella grinned, lightly digging her nails into his back as she dragged them to the bottom of it, “Are you sure you’re ready for that, hm?”

“I’m not even going to answer that fucking question,” Stephen growled and rolled to her side before laying on his back, propped up by his elbows, “Just do as you’re goddamn told.”

“Yes, sir…” Bella licked her lips slowly as her eyes trailed down his almost naked body, settling on the outline of his stubborn length standing proudly against the material of his boxers, “But… there’s a barrier.”

“Then, remove it,” Stephen snapped, “I’m sure even you are capable of that.”

“Oh, ‘even me‘?” Bella rolled her eyes, settling herself between his legs.

“Don't you fucking roll your eyes at me again.” Stephen snarled, spreading his legs further for her and shooting her a menacing glare.

“Sorry, sir.” Bella bit her lip, pushing down the material of his boxers against his teased erection to emphasise the bulge within them even more.

“Fucking on with it!” Stephen exclaimed, snapping his fingers and wriggling against the bed impatiently.

“I just want to savour the first time seeing Doctor Strange’s cock…” Bella smirked, pushing the waistband of his boxers over his hips as he lifted them off the mattress.

“And I just want to fucking cum,” Stephen spoke sharply, swallowing hard as the cool air hit his warm arousal, “All thanks to you gaining my cock’s interest and being a little brat about it.”

“I promise I'll show you it’s all worth it, Mr Strange…” Bella licked her lips slowly as she gazed down at the large shadow now cast over his lower stomach from his furious arousal.

“Yeah?” Stephen leaned up on both of his elbows, lifting his hips slightly, “In your own fucking time, then.”

Bella smirked from his impatience showing yet again and parted her lips as she took his length in one of her hands, pointing toward her mouth as she loosely slid her fist up and down it a couple of times. She leaned in enough so that she could be sure he would feel her breath against him, purposely moving her hand slower with each jerk.

“I’m going to count to three, and if your mouth isn't around my cock…” Stephen huffed dramatically, “I—I’m going to— oh!” His words were quickly taken from him when he felt her lips envelope around the head of his cock, humming against him gently.

“Hmm?” Bella smirked, pulling her head back for a few moments to lap her tongue directly against the tip before pushing him directly into her mouth again.

“Y—Yes, god…” Stephen groaned as he tilted his head back, bringing one of his hands to the back of Bella’s head as her cheeks caved in with each bob of her head, “Fuck, I need a cigarette… G—Get me a cigarette…” He breathed out his words, gesturing over to his trousers on the floor.

“Y—Yes, sir.” Bella pulled back on his command, leaning over to them.

“No! Did I tell you to fucking stop?” He gripped onto her hair tighter and directed her back to his cock, raising his hips toward her mouth.

“B—But, sir, how am I to…” She swallowed hard, “How am I to do that while doing this?”

“Not my fucking problem,” Stephen shrugged, “Just give daddy what he wants.”

“I wish your arrogance wasn't so sexy…” Bella mumbled under her breath, feeling herself heating up from his words alone. She gasped quietly when his hand tightened on her hair yet again, guiding her back to his length and letting out a whimpering moan when she took him back into her mouth. She moved her head back and forth and allowed her eyes to close, feeling around with her hand to try and grasp onto his packet of cigarettes and lighter from his trousers that had been deposited on the floor by the side of the bed. After a few attempts of trying to pull them out of his pocket, she successfully managed to do so while continuing to suck against his length at a steady pace.

“Mm, fuck, that’s it…” Stephen grunted, opening his heavy eyes, “N—Now give them to me.”

Bella dropped the packet and the lighter on his chest and lifted her head a little so only the head of his cock was now in her mouth, using one of her hands to slide up and down his length in time with suckling on him. Stephen lifted the packet of cigarettes and pulled one out with his teeth, allowing it to hang between his lips as he picked up the lighter. He pressed his lips tightly around the cigarette to hold it in place while lifting the lighter to the end of it, practically forcing himself not to moan so that it wouldn't fall from his mouth. Once the cigarette was lit, he took a long drag from it and sank back against the mattress, exhaling the smoke with a louder moan.

“The mind wanders to what causes more damage,” Bella smirked, flicking her tongue directly under the head of his length, “Sucking on a cigarette or sucking on your cock.”

“You’re a clever fucking thing, aren't you?” Stephen spoke with his head hung back, the cigarette still hanging from his lips. Bella let out a singular giggle and placed her hands on either of his thighs, lightly digging her fingertips into his groin as she took the entirety of his length into her mouth, closing her eyes as they began to water.

“Mm, mm…” She whimpered against him, feeling him twitching in her mouth and purposely holding him there completely still for a few long moments.

“Y—You’re teasing me again…” Stephen groaned, gripping onto her hair again with one hand and pulling the cigarette from his lips with the other, “S—Suck, baby, suck…” He breathed out his words along with a cloud of smoke.

Bella could barely even think of what to say, let alone verbalise it, before she felt Stephen’s hand on the back of her head again, guiding her up and down his length. Stephen tilted his head back with a loud moan and tried to keep his hips flat on the bed, secretly afraid that if he was to try and fuck her face, it would all be over in the blink of an eye. His eyes rolled back and he held the cigarette between his fingertips with his elbow bent against the mattress. Bella’s cheeks caved in each time her head bobbed back and forth, letting out soft whimpers each time he twitched in her mouth.

“That's it…” Stephen whimpered out his words, bringing the cigarette back to his mouth again, “Let’s keep this dirty little habit between me and you, hm?”

Bella nodded and her eyes remained closed until she felt something dropping into her hair. She attempted to move her head but Stephen’s fingers were buried too deep within her hair for any attempt to be successful. Enjoying the noises coming from Stephen, she willingly continued to move her head until she felt more — whatever it was — being deposited into her hair.

“Wh—What the…” She pulled back forcefully this time, shaking his hand from her hair.

“You should've stayed where you were, sweetheart.” Stephen squinted his eyes, wafting his cigarette in the air.

“I— I should hav— I felt—” She paused, feeling the top of her head.

“You were my ashtray,” Stephen bit his lip for a moment before taking a drag from the cigarette and blowing the smoke in her face, “And now you've moved, the ash will go all over the bed. We can't be having that.”

“I— I was being your…. what?!” Bella scoffed, shaking her head to try and remove the ash from her hair.

“I said we can't be having that!” Stephen raised his voice to a tone that Bella found even more arousing than before — suddenly all the anger in her now bubbling back into lust.

“I—I didn't come here to be your ash tray, Stephen…” Bella let out a shaky breath, feeling the heat of his cock radiating against her cheek.

“No, you came here to suck my cock,” Stephen smirked, reaching down for her cheek with his free hand, “But you make such a pretty ashtray, and you ruined my suit earlier, so…”

“Don’t try and flatter me when you've just discarded ash into my hair.” Bella glared up at him, raising her body a little.

“Come up here.” Stephen let go of her cheek, gesturing for her to move higher up his body.

“Here?” Bella asked, their lips now so close they could feel each other’s fast breathing.

“Perfect,” Stephen smiled — that stupid smile that made you want to punch him in the face, “Now, Bella, I don't usually want to kiss someone so badly just after they've had my cock down their throat, but you…” His voice was low, keeping all of Bella’s attention as their eyes met.

“M—Me?” Bella stuttered, swallowing hard when she felt his free hand against her neck.

“Yes, you…” He nodded, leaning in painfully slow as if their lips were going to touch. As soon as he felt her leaning in, however, he immediately stopped — his smile now wicked as he spoke, “Just kidding.”

“Stephen!” Bella whined, feeling herself practically aching for him by this point.

“Yes?” Stephen smirked, twirling a strand of her hair around his finger, “No one speaks to Stephen Strange like that and gets away with it, sweetheart.”

“If you’re not going to kiss me, fuck me.” She stared directly into his eyes, her face completely straight.

“I’m sorry?” Stephen almost choked out his words, blinking hard.

“I said, Sir,” Bella cleared her throat, shrugging, “If you’re not going to kiss me, fuck. Me.”

“Shit, you don't have to fucking tell me again,” Stephen quickly scrambled off the bed, snapping his fingers toward the bottom of it, “Bend the fuck over. Now.”

“Yes, sir.” Bella bit her lip and tried not to show how weak her legs were as she made her way to the bottom of the bed, leaning over it a little and looking over at him, “Like this?”

“No,” Stephen shook his head and held his cigarette between his lips, standing behind her and pushing her down further, “Like that. Hands on the bed.”

“How hard will I need to grip, Mr Strange?” Bella asked, glancing back at him.

“Almost as hard as you make my cock.” He spoke against the cigarette as he pushed himself forward slightly, rocking the head of his length against her entrance.

“Mm…” Bella let out a little squeal, “Pretty damn hard, then?”

“You know it, you filthy little brat.” Stephen growled, now lining himself up properly and swiftly thrusting his hips forward with ease.

“O—Oh, fuck, dadd— Stephen…” Bella let out a breathy moan, hanging her head forward with her mouth open.

“You were right the first time.” Stephen grunted, impressively taking a drag from the cigarette between his tight lips before opening the corner of his lips at one side to exhale while driving his hips forward at a merciless force.

“Ugh, yes…” Bella’s eyes fell shut, enjoying the secure grip Stephen had on her hips as his hips repeatedly slammed forward against hers.

Stephen threw his head back in pleasure and breathed heavily through his nose. It took everything in him not to let out the moan he was wanting, fearing that the cigarette would fall out of his mouth if he did. Bella squirmed in pleasure, completely taken over by the talented way he was able to move his hips. His fingertips dug into her skin to keep her held in place from the fast pace of his movements, bucking against her several times and groaning against the cigarette.

“F—Fuck, Stephen…” Bella’s eyes squeezed shut, her mouth now fully gaping open as she felt the heat within the pit of her stomach beginning to spiral, “Y—You’re… Y—You’re going to make… M—Make me…”

“Make you what, hm?” Stephen smirked, moving his hips with even more force and feeding off the moans repeatedly coming out of Bella’s mouth, “Am I going to make you cum, huh?” His voice was seducingly low, “This early? That's a bit embarrassing, isn't it? I’ve barely even done anything.”

“S…Stephen!” Bella practically gasped for air when she felt one of Stephen’s fingers now between her legs — basically using it as a trigger to bring her even closer to the edge than she already was.

“Mm, go on…” Stephen smirked widely, moving his finger in the sync with the rhythm of his hips and leaning forward to purr into her ear, “Actually do as you're fucking told for once and cum for me.”

“O—Oh, Stephen!” Bella cried out, pushing her hot cheek into the bed as she felt herself unable to hold back her climax, “Stephen!” Her moans bounced off the walls as the rush of heat and pleasure swept back and forth over her body as a result of Stephen’s repeated movements.

“Ah, fuck!“ Stephen grunted loudly, almost losing himself completely as he felt her tightening around him and parting his lips as he moaned out her name — his burnt out cigarette tumbling out of his mouth and landing on the floor.

“F—Fucking hell, Stephen…” Bella’s words were barely audible.

“T—Turn around…” Stephen stuttered out his words, feeling the sweat gathering against his forehead from how desperately he was trying to hold his own orgasm back, “You've not had a problem opening your mouth all night, so do it for me again one more time. Turn around, goddamn it!”

Bella swallowed hard and obeyed his command, turning herself around — still visibly shaking from her own orgasm — and sitting on the end of the bed, gazing directly at the glistening, angrily pulsing arousal now in her face. Insticntively she parted her lips and leaned forward, resting the head of his cock against her bottom lip. Keeping eye contact the entire time, she wrapped her fist around the base of his cock and began to quickly jerk it back and forth as her tongue massaged just under the head.

“F—Fucking yes!“ Stephen shouted out in pleasure, feeling his entire body trembling.

Within seconds he was gripping onto her hair again, trying to keep himself upright as he began to spurt each string of desperate release onto her tongue. He spent the first few seconds with his head swung back in ecstasy, moaning repeatedly with each pulse, but then forced himself to watch as the sticky pool continued to gather on her tongue with each violent twitch of his cock.

“Christ, you’d think I didn't get laid literally just last night…” He mumbled with an uneasy smirk, feeling himself dizzy with pleasure and unable to hold back a moan as he watched Bella close her mouth after bringing her hand to a stop, audibly swallowing before parting her lips again — proudly presenting her now empty mouth.

“Mm, tastes like magic.” She flashed him a devilish grin, slowly and suggestively licking her lips.

“I’ve got to give you credit, sweetheart, you really know what you’re doi—” He began to praise her before hissing sharply through clenched teeth when he felt her press a purposefully rough kiss to the tip of his currently oversensitive cock, “No.” He spoke assertively, taking a bunch of her hair into his fist and bringing her head up again.

“That’s for using me as you’re fucking ashtray.” Bella spoke with a sarcastic smile, gazing up at him.

“I’ve just made you cum in record timing and you're still being a little bitch about it?” Stephen arched a brow, looking down at her.

“That depends if you see me as disposable as one of your cigarettes.” Bella shrugged, leaning back on her hands.

“Is this you asking me to shut you up again?” Stephen leaned closer.

“I don't know, Stephen, apparently I wasn't worthy for one of your ki—” Her words were cut off from the harsh kiss upon her lips, immediately closing her eyes and placing both of her hands against his cheeks and pulling him onto her properly until he landed on the bed.

Stephen paused for a moment, having an internal battle with himself as to whether he was going to let her get away with what she had just done. Bella trembled in excitement and the unknown, daring herself to push her hand even deeper into his hair and bring his lips back down onto hers. Shockingly, Stephen didn't even put up a fight this time and instead placed each of his hands at either side of her head, tilting his head to allow the kiss to deepen. Whether it was his severely sensitive cock that didn't give him the energy to put up a fight or whether he secretly got off on Bella thinking she was in charge he had no idea, but he couldn't deny he liked the way she kissed him.

After a few long moments of tangled tongues and clumsy still out of breath kisses, they both broke for air. Stephen rolled to the side and onto his back, reaching for a packet of cigarettes that was on the table. Bella’s heavy eyes slowly opened and she propped herself up on her elbow, leaning on her side and watching in awe as Stephen pulled two cigarettes out of the packet with his lips and lit them both together. Everything she had scolded him for before suddenly disappeared; she knew it was wrong, but that in itself was one of the sexiest things she had ever seen. He took a drag from them both and tossed the lighter carelessly to the side. Exhaling the smoke, he raised his eyebrows and pulled one of the cigarettes out of his mouth, gesturing it toward her.

“Sure, what the hell.” Bella shrugged, putting up just as little of a fight as Stephen had done moments ago with her kisses.

Stephen stretched his arm out along the pillows, inhaling deeply as Bella took the opportunity to rest her head against his chest. His free arm hooked around her and soothingly brushed his fingertips against the top of her arm.

“You know, after all you've put me through tonight—” Stephen began to speak.

“After all I’ve put you through?!” Bella scoffed.

“Let me finish,” Stephen huffed, rolling his eyes, “After all you've put me through tonight, I can't help but hope Tony has you at all of his parties.”

“Oh, yeah?” Bella smirked, exhaling smoke from her mouth.

“Absolutely,” Stephen nodded, “I could do with those lips on speed dial.”

“These lips?” Bella whispered, turning her head and pressing soft kisses up and down the side of his neck while closing her eyes.

“Mm… yes, those.” He breathed out his words, allowing his eyes to close also.

Bella sighed softly and stretched her free arm out along his body, lightly scratching her nails along his belt line. Stephen’s breathing became jittery and he squirmed against the bed a little, swallowing hard from the two combined sensations of her lips and fingernails.

“A—Alright, at least give the gun time to reload before you set him up to fire again,” He mumbled uneasily, trying to pretend he didn't enjoy it. He gripped her wrist to stop her hand moving, lightly squeezing it, “Boundaries, sweetheart.”

“’Boundaries?!’” Bella exclaimed, “Say that again when you’re not using me as an ashtray.” She rolled her eyes.

“Hey, I don't think you and ashtrays are that unalike, come to think of it.” Stephen shrugged.

“I’m sorry?” Bella half laughed, looking up at him, “What do me and ashtrays have in common?”

“Plenty,” Stephen raised his eyebrows, trying to keep a straight face as he spoke, “You’re both smoking hot as a result of being full of the deposit from something I take great pleasure in doing.”

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