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Sex Tutor

Summary: Harry's got a reputation on campus and you're curious to know if he can help you.

A/N: Requested! Thank y'all for being patient with me! Hope you enjoy! This will be 2 parts!!

Word Count: 10k

Warning: smut (oral sex), fluff, praise kink

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“Yeah… that was good. I liked it.”

That wasn’t the reaction you were hoping to get. You thought Gunther would be a lot more enthusiastic after coming in your mouth and you swallowing him down. You gave it your best work. You even choked a couple of times and you did hear him moan once or twice. But that didn’t feel like enough

You wanted to ask him exactly what went wrong. Tips on what he liked and didn’t. What you could do better next time… But instead, he just smiled and kissed your cheek, avoiding your mouth because obviously kissing the lips that had just sucked his cock would be gross.

So you left his dorm feeling a little disappointed in yourself. Annoyed really. You wished you were more bold and could just ask him what he wanted, what he liked most. You complained to your roommate even. She loved giving advice so you were always venting to her.

“Well, you know there’s like this guy on campus who will walk you through that kind of thing… a sex tutor if you will. Let’s just say that he comes highly recommended. I know someone who hung out with him a few times, and she learned so much about her body and how good sex could feel without coming but he always made her come every time, and no man has ever done that to her before she told me.”

“A tutor for blow jobs?” You scrunched your face and giggled.

“Well, blow jobs and everything else really. I don’t know. He gets around and they say he’s very knowledgeable about the body and sex. I think he’s like getting his masters in sexual health or something?”

You shoved at her shoulder and laughed, “Oh my god I don’t think so. That sounds crazy. He’s probably some weird pervert or something.”

Your roommate turned her cellphone screen to face you, showing you an Instagram page with a photo of a very attractive young man you’d seen on campus a time or two.

“That’s him?” Your eyes widened as you looked from the photo to your roommate.

“Yup. He’s not a weirdo either. I hear he’s super respectful and smart. Plus the bonus is that he looks like this.”

You nodded. That certainly was a bonus. Harry Styles. You knew about him from the student council. He did a lot of volunteering on campus and he was a graduate student so you didn’t know him all that well, being only a sophomore yourself, but it was hard not to at least know the name and the face. He was popular. Clearly far more popular than you even realized.

And you definitely weren’t going to reach out for a “session”. That just felt silly. Though, you couldn’t say you weren’t intrigued by the idea, it just wasn’t for you. Except that when Gunther didn’t text or call you back for three full days, the whole time you wondered if your blow job was that bad. So when he did finally text you back to make plans for the following week, you felt like you were being given another chance to prove how good you could be. And maybe a lesson or two could be useful.

Reaching out to him via DMs on Instagram felt so unserious but you still did it. You cringed as you hit send and read over your message three times.

Hi! I heard you give special “tutoring” sessions and wanted to know if you have some time to meet with me to set something up? Let me know if it’s okay.

You couldn’t believe you were doing this, reaching out to a stranger for, basically, a booty call. But apparently he was used to it and had no qualms about responding to you in less than thirty minutes. As if he was running some kind of business.

Hi! Happy to meet up with you either tonight or Friday night. The initial meeting should only take like 20 minutes, somewhere public so you feel comfortable. I’ll ask you a few questions and then we’ll set up a private one-on-one session together if it makes sense for both of us. No pressure ever. Whenever you’re ready.

Private one-on-one session. You rolled your eyes as you read over Harry’s response.

Tonight is good for me if you can fit me in. Whatever time you want.

You didn’t know what to expect. You imagined he was cocky since he was apparently so good and sought after. Perhaps he would take one look at you and turn around. You were sure he had a say in who he “tutored”. Doubted he took on every single person who reached out to him.

Your roommate said he was respectful but you would place money on the fact that he was probably full of himself, being that he was a self-proclaimed Sex Guru. You were preparing yourself for someone with a larger-than-life personality.

You kept your outfit casual, not wanting to look like you were trying too hard. Jeans and a hoodie. Though you did shower and put on nice panties and made sure you smelled good. Just in case. One never knows when they are due to visit with a sex tutor.

Maud’s was one of your favorite spots on campus. They had the best iced matcha latte and that’s just what you ordered yourself when you arrived. You sat down at a small table and faced toward the door so you could keep an eye out.

You were looking down at your cell phone when you heard the chime of the door. Flitting your eyes up and away from the screen of your phone you scanned the entry and spotted him right away.

He was wearing a black pullover hoodie and jeans. His hair all tousled like he’d just finished a “tutoring” session. You raised your hand to wave at him and catch his attention and he grinned as you stood up but he gestured for you to stay seated, “I’ll be right back. Just gonna order a drink.”

You were already feeling hot and embarrassed. God, what were you doing? The man was sex on legs and that deep, raspy voice he just spoke to you with had your insides twisting and turning all mushy.

When he returned he had an iced tea and he sat across from you. The smile on his face was kind. Open. It set you at ease a bit.

He took a sip through his straw and you noted the rings on his fingers and the nail polish on his nails, “So, Y/n. It’s nice to meet you in person. What are you majoring in?”

Okay. Small talk. You could handle that.

You told him your classes and what you were majoring in and then asked him the same and when he explained he was going for his doctorate in psychology with the intent to become a sex therapist you felt your heart thump wildly. He was gorgeous and going for a doctorate. The man was so beyond out of your league that you wondered why he was even sitting at that table with you entertaining this silly request of yours.

“Wow. That’s… I’m impressed.”

He grinned and you saw a dimple carve into his cheek, “Thank you. I’ve worked really hard to get where I am. Still working, though. So let’s talk about what you want. What things are you interested in getting some guidance on?”

Here it was. The moment you’d been dreading. But also what you were most curious about.

“Well, I’m seeing this guy and,” you took a breath. It was embarrassing to say it so casually at a café on campus of all places.

Harry reached toward you and placed his warm palm over the top of yours, “Hey, I know this feels weird. Doing this. I’m not going to pressure you to say it if you find it’s too uncomfortable but just know,” he dipped his head down to meet your gaze with his brows gently raised, “Everything you tell me here will be kept confidential and private. I’m not going to make fun of you or compare you to anyone else. If you change your mind, that’s okay too. I want you to feel like you’re talking to a friend. Okay? It’s up to you how much or how little you say. We move at your pace.”

You let out the breath you were holding and smiled. He was so – nice. He made you feel so at ease.

“Thank you. It’s weird. Yeah… but I think I’m okay. I want to do this. I want to be better at like,” you looked around yourself and lowered your voice as Harry moved his hand from yours and you settled your gaze back on his, “Better at giving blow jobs. And maybe like initiating more?”

He nodded, “Okay. Have you ever given a blow job before?”

You nodded, “Recently. The guy didn’t seem very enthusiastic about it so I didn’t know if I did something wrong.”

He took a sip of his tea and his green irises bored into yours, “I can tell you one thing I know that is true for nearly every single male I know; they love getting head. Even if he wasn’t vocal he probably really enjoyed whatever you did. Does that make you feel better about your skill level?”

You puffed out a laugh and saw the smirk on his face. He was trying to get you to smile, “I don’t know. Probably. I’m sure I’m overthinking it but I just wanted… like I want to be really good. Want to know tricks to get a real response.”

“Did the guy you’re seeing orgasm?”

You nodded again.

Harry’s grin softened, “Then you did as good as you could have. Goal achieved. He orgasmed and you made that happen.”

“But I want to be better. Like… I really enjoyed what I was doing. Made me really… well…” you looked down at your empty mug and sighed, “I felt like I enjoyed it more than he did.”

He nodded and licked his lips and if you didn’t know any better you’d say he was kind of checking you out. You weren’t wearing anything revealing but he seemed to keep dropping his gaze to your lips and neck. But you figured that was because he was still getting used to your face and he was sussing you out a bit to see if he wanted anything to do with you beyond this conversation.

But that was true. He was checking you out. He saw your Instagram pictures before he contacted you (always his first step) and thought you were cute and wouldn’t mind seeing you in person. He certainly wasn't disappointed by you when he saw you either. You were cute and a little nervous and when you started talking about how you enjoyed giving that loser a blow job he couldn’t help but shift his eyes down to your mouth and imagine what your lips would look like on his cock. He wondered if you’d be just as eager to suck him off as you seemed like you were for the other guy.

Now, Harry was a polite and nice man. He was as respectful as they came. But he was still a man with a very high sex drive and he couldn’t help it. He did enjoy having sex and he got a lot of ass because he was good at what he did. And he was under no allusion that it also didn’t have anything to do with how attractive he was. Because of course, it did. He was aware of the way women looked at him and all the whispers about him on campus. And most of the time the sessions were just fun sex more than anything else. However, he happily gave guidance when needed.

And this time he was feeling pretty gung-ho to see what you could do. He’d like to get started right away, which normally he’d wait until after the initial meeting before jumping into it but there was something about the way you were looking at him, your eyes hungry and inviting…

You watched Harry shift in his chair and look around the café before he looked back at you, “What are you doing right now? Like after this?”

“Oh… nothing. Was gonna read a little, prep for a test I have on Monday. But…” you shook your head.

“Would you be interested in going somewhere more private? My studio is at the off-campus university apartments. Twenty-minute walk from here.”

Was he…? You scrunched your brows, confused at the sudden invite to his place.

“It’s up to you. I’m not rushing you or anything I just have a free evening and you seem really enthusiastic and I’d like to kind of get a feel for what we’re working with. If you think you’re ready.”

You nodded, “Okay. I mean… yeah. So no roommates?” You laughed nervously as he stood up and it was the first time you let your attention fall to the space at his crotch, to which you quickly bobbed your eyes back up to his face as you stood.

“Nope. Co-ed apartments. No roommate. Super private.” He didn’t miss the way you scraped your eyes over his torso and down to the spot on his jeans where his zipper was.

So that was that then. You’d be getting a lesson sooner than you imagined. And when you walked the twenty minutes through campus and the street that was just adjacent to the cafeteria you could almost hear your heart pounding. He was taller than you expected. He easily kept the conversation alive with small talk. He seemed so confident and easygoing. You tried to let that charisma and charm soak through your veins so that you weren’t as nervous as you felt, but it was impossible. You were about to go into Harry Style’s apartment alone and probably give him a blow job.

Harry waved at a few people on your way up to his floor. He was clearly popular. You wondered if anyone knew what might be happening. Why you were with him and why you were following behind him like you were a pup being trained and he was carrying a treat.

“Here she is,” he opened his door and gestured for you to walk inside. Neat and tidy with stacks of books and lots of plants. Some plants hanging, most potted, and on the floor or on tables. You noted he had no television and that there was a big partition that separated the small living space from what was probably where he had his bed. The kitchen was organized with open shelving and he’d bought a wire rack and it was stacked full of packaged foods, spices, oil, and other things to cook with at the top and at the bottom with pots and pans and a blender with its cord neatly wrapped around the base.

He excused himself to the bathroom while you looked around. There wasn’t anywhere to go really. There were two doors in the whole place. The bathroom door and another one, which you assumed was a closet. The kitchen area was open to the small living space.

When Harry emerged he sat down on the couch, which looked well-worn. You wondered how many people he’d had over and on that very couch. He sat with his legs spread and drew his arms over the back of the couch and just watched as you stepped in closer toward the small coffee table, “I like all the plants,” you commented.

He nodded and you clasped your hands behind your back in wait for what would happen next. You didn’t want to look again at his crotch. But the way he was sitting made it hard. He took up so much space on that couch and with his legs spread open like they were, it was almost as if he wanted you to.

“Gonna sit with me? I’m not gonna do anything if you don’t want.”

You nodded and sat down, keeping your limbs close to your body and separate from him. You didn’t want to invade his space or get in too close. Not yet anyway. Not until he invited you. Or rather, until he told you what to do next.

“Everything I said at Maud’s still stands. If you change your mind that’s fine. I’m not going to be mad.”

You turned to look at him and swallowed. The guy was out of this world. Simply delicious looking. “Okay.” You spoke in barely above a whisper.

Harry leaned forward, putting his elbows over his knees as he kept his eyes on you, “Is this how you usually initiate?”

You raised your brows and shook your head, “What?”

“You said you wanted to be better at initiating. So far, I’m not getting any signals that you’re interested. Could be your first problem. Try relaxing a little, Y/n. Sit back and unhook your fingers. Loosen your shoulders. Not only will you feel more settled, but you’ll make the person with you feel better too. Which could push you to naturally begin conversation or movements that encourage contact.”

“Oh. Okay,” you sat back into his couch and loosed your hands, relaxing your posture, and looked at him, “Like this?”

Harry grinned and let out a small laugh, “Perfect. Now at least it appears you’re not scared of me.”

“I’m not scared,” you quickly shook your head.

“I didn’t think you were. But your body language was giving closed-off signals. Which could appear to some like fear or discomfort.”

It made sense you guessed.

“I see. So, relax and it makes everyone feel better.”

He grinned, “So tell me what normally happens when you’re with someone and it leads to something sexual. Set the scene for me.”

You cleared your throat and decided to use your last time with Gunther as the example.

“Well, we were in his dorm room listening to music and laughing about something–“

“Back up a little. Did you invite yourself to his room? Did he invite you? What happened before you got to his room?”

“Oh, uh…” you pursed your lips in thought. “Well, we were out with two mutual friends. At a bar. Gunther, his name is Gunther, he was kind of flirting with me and I liked it. We didn’t really know each other all that well before but I always found him interesting. And so… he was flirting with me. Complimenting me. Things like that. Then he asked me to go back to his room with him. So, I sort of figured something would happen,” you shrugged. You didn’t know why it was so weird telling him all those details but it was.

You recounted how Gunther had made all the moves; kissed you first, groped you and then somehow it ended up with you sucking him off while he laid back on his bed and you were between his legs.

“And… he didn’t return the favor? Like you didn’t get anything?”

You shook your head, “I mean, I didn’t ask. He got off and then that was it really. I left not long after.”

Harry frowned, “Okay. And did you hope he’d do something in return? Like, use his hands or his mouth on you? Did you want more?”

Another shrug of your shoulders, “I mean… I didn’t expect it. Thought maybe next time we could do more? I don’t know.”

“You didn’t expect it. But would you have liked it?”

Nodding your head you looked away from his eyes, “I guess.”

“Did it turn you on?”

Another embarrassing thing to admit to someone you hardly knew. You nodded again, “It just all happened really quickly. I kind of thought things would take longer and we’d chat and maybe he’d have me stay longer and then… well anyway. It was like a total of thirty minutes or something that I was in his room.”

Harry sighed and crossed his leg over his thigh toward you, “And you really want to give Gunther the best head you can? The guy who wasn’t worried about your own needs? Seems very selfless of you, Y/n.”

You let out a breath and laughed, “I know. I just want to be good at it. And that was the first time we did anything so I figured I’d give him a pass.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you. Gunther is lucky you’re still willing to give him another shot.”

“I guess I thought if I was better he’d want to do it more and maybe then we could do other things too.”

“I’m going to be honest, Y/n,” Harry stretched his arm across the back of the couch, “You’re very cute and you probably won’t need to worry much about initiating most of the time. Like, for me, all you have to do is look at me with those pretty eyes and I’m ready to do whatever you want me to.”

It had been a surprise to hear that. You weren’t sure what to do with that information but you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you looked down at your lap.

“But a good start is to keep eye contact. At least enough to indicate interest. Can you look at me?”

Lifting your gaze to his he grinned, “There we go. So pretty.”

You shook your head, “I’m sure you say that to everyone.”

Harry lifted his hand to your cheekbone, “No. I don’t. And I don’t do this with just anyone either. Sometimes I turn down a request. I don’t tell them why but… There’s gotta be attraction on my end as well. And I find you very attractive, Y/n.”

You swallowed down the saliva in your throat and blinked for a break in eye contact before biting your lip.

“Now, even though we’re here for one thing, I do have opinions on matters of the heart and relationships. And frankly, I have to be honest about this Gunther, guy,” he dropped his hand, making his fingers brush down your cheek until he was no longer touching you, “I don’t like that he didn’t offer to get you off too. That’s a big red flag in my book. I feel it’s important to give and to receive unless it’s explicitly stated at the beginning. But you told me you thought you’d get more. And that bothers me.”

“Well, he’s a nice guy. I think he just wasn’t thinking…”

“He wasn’t thinking about your needs. That was selfish of him and something to watch out for. We can give him a pass for the first time, but if you see him again and he still doesn’t think about your needs, I’d hope you’d end that relationship and seek someone who’s willing to be less selfish with you.”

It surprised you that Harry was saying that about Gunther. But perhaps he was right. You did leave his dorm that night quite disappointed.

“I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. I know you barely know me but that’s just my take. I’d never not offer to return the favor,” he kept his eyes on yours and you swore his lips were suddenly a shade darker. They looked like the perfect lips to kiss.

He grinned when he noted where your eyes were homed in on, “Do you mind coming closer? Feels like you're still too far away.”

You puffed out a nervous laugh as you scooted your bottom in closer toward Harry. His arm was draped over the back of the couch behind you and you felt the warmth of him before you felt his fingers graze the back of your neck.

“So, I can kiss you? Can we start there?”

You breathed out through your nose and smiled as you nodded and kept your face angled toward his. He watched as you hesitantly put your palm on his knee and he put his hand over yours, “You’re a natural. See?”

Another soft laugh fell from your mouth as Harry’s face drew in closer to yours and your heart stopped as he nudged his nose into yours and you felt his soft lips smush against yours.

It didn’t take long for you to start feeling that familiar heat between your legs as he ran his tongue against yours. It felt so intimate… not like a tutor lesson or anything of the sort. It was you and a handsome man making out on his couch as he pulled you onto his lap. It felt real.

For some reason, you imagined it being a little more dry. Like a real lesson. Like he’d pull his pants down and tell you what to do and show you what he liked and what really made men go wild. You hadn’t imagined kissing being part of the equation for some reason.

“Did he tell you how soft your lips are or how those sweet little noises coming from your mouth drove him crazy?”

He spoke his words between kisses and you were going to pass out. Because no, Gunther gave you no compliments once you got into his dorm room.

You shook your head as you parted from the kiss, your eyes on his.

Harry’s eyes roved your face as he softly dragged his thumb back and forth on your jaw, “I don’t like him one bit. You deserve someone who’s going to tell you how good you are and how good you make them feel.”

He softly pressed his lips against yours again, the kiss heating up into a frenzied pace once again as you stuffed your fingers into his hair and then you felt the bulk of his erection under your thigh when you moved in closer.

Parting from the kiss you looked down and then back up at him and he just smiled. Like it was the most normal and natural thing ever. Which… it kind of was.

“Got me all hard already,” he slid his thumb from the edge of your bottom lip inward and you moaned, “Just like that. You’re already better than you think you are. You’re driving me crazy, Y/n. I want to see what these lips look like wrapped around my cock. Can we do that?”

You nodded and began to move off of him but Harry took your hand in his, making you pause, “I’ll let you get me off if you let me get you off too. Okay?”

Your eyes widened, “Really? I thought this was just for–“

“I have a method and it always includes getting the other person off too. Or at least making them feel good. Unless you don’t want that. That’s okay too, but I would prefer to touch you as well.”

“Okay,” your words were breathy as he helped you off his lap, keeping your hand in his but then he stood up and you watched as he ran his free hand over his crotch, “Is it okay if we do it my bed? A little more space there. Think it’ll feel less rushed.”

Obviously yes. You wouldn’t dream of saying no to this man. Not that you wanted to.

The space behind the partition was just a bed and one side table. His bed was neatly made and there was a plant hanging by the opening of the partition. He gestured for you to follow him onto his mattress and he placed his back at the wall, where he had no headboard.

Kneeing up to him you were feeling shy again and he leaned forward and cupped your face with one hand, “You’re doing so good. If you need to stop at any time just say the word. I’m not here to make you do something you don’t want. Okay?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I know. I trust you.”

“Good. Just wanted to remind you is all. I don’t want you to feel like you have to keep going even if I’m enjoying it, which I have a feeling I’m gonna like whatever you do to me.”

You giggled and nodded. He was fluffing up your ego and you hadn’t even really gotten started yet.

Harry started to push his jeans down, lifted his hips to get them off his legs, and then kept his eyes on you as he held his hand out for you to take, “Come here.”

You put your hand in his and let yourself get pulled between his legs as you looked down at the sizable lump under his boxer briefs, “Can we take your jeans off? Kind of want to have you in my lap a little while before we get down to it, yeah?”

You nodded and unhooked your button before pulling your zipper down. Harry’s hands found your hips as you tugged your jeans down and he helped you out of them, leaving you in just your hoodie and panties. Like Harry. He was just in his boxer briefs and his hoodie too.

You crawled into his lap, your thighs straddling his, and sat down as Harry smoothed his hands up and down your thighs, “There we go. This feels nice, having you close like this,” he ran his palms toward your bottom and then back down your thighs to your knees, “How are you feeling?”

You put your palms on his shoulders, “Good. Feel good. And you?”

“I’m feeling great. I’ve got you here in my lap,” he brought a hand up from your thigh to your face, his fingers sliding behind your ear with his thumb at your cheekbone, “And I like you. I think this’ll be fun. Just want you to feel at ease with me.”

You shifted on his lap, getting in closer, “I do feel at ease with you, Harry. You’re really nice.”

“Good. That’s what I want to hear,” his voice was soft as he gently pulled you towards him and pressed his mouth against yours again. His kiss was soft and sultry. Harry was far more sensual than you imagined he would be. Lots of soft touches and reassuring words. And his mouth against yours was addictive.

You moaned when his thumb ran along the edge of your panties at your thigh and you rocked your hips down, pressing your panties-covered pussy over his erection.

He inhaled softly through his teeth and lowered his mouth to your neck where you were melted into him. His warm mouth sponged wet kisses down your pulse point as you lowered a hand to the top of his cock.

He sighed when you began to rub your palm over him and you began to move back. You were ready to get him in your mouth.

“You can bring me out if you want. Or I can do it. Whichever you’re more comfortable with.”

You bit your lip and continued palming over him as you kept your gaze focused on his, “I’ll do it. Do guys like that more?”

He grinned and the dimples that carved into his cheeks had you swooning, “Yeah. Maybe. Depends on the guy but it can feel like the girl is really excited, like she can’t wait – the enthusiasm is nice. For me? I do like it more. But honestly, I wouldn’t complain if you wanted me to do it myself.”

You nodded in understanding as you focused on the dark green material of his underwear and reached toward the waistband. You looked up at him once more to check in and he just gave you a singular nod to keep going so you did.

The material was warm and stretchy. And you loved the way it felt to run your palm up the length of him, before peeling the fabric away and slowly revealing his cock. His tip was thick and smooth and dark pink. And then his shaft was girthy, quite meaty really, but so stiff. And when you’d pulled his underwear down far enough you took the whole of him in and it was… well it was a bit overwhelming. There was no way on God’s green earth you’d be able to stick that whole thing in your mouth.

“You don’t have to have it all in there. This isn’t a porno. I don’t need you to choke on it or anything like that. Use your hands and your mouth, as long as it’s nice and wet it’s gonna feel really good.”

You nodded. It was a relief that he wasn’t expecting you to deepthroat that thing, “Do you like it when someone can take it all the way?”

Harry breathed a laugh out of his nostrils, “Well… only if the person giving head likes that kind of thing. I would never enjoy it if someone wasn’t into that. But yes. I do rather like it. Not more than any other type of blow job, though.”

You gulped and continued palmed at his length softly. Harry kept his eyes on you to watch how you’d do it. To see what your go-to move was and when you made no move he finally spoke, “Go in however you want. Let’s see how you normally go about giving a blow job.”

“Okay. Yeah…” You took a deep breath and lowered yourself down as he fixed his feet flat on the mattress with knees bent upward, making space for you to fit between his thighs. First, you spat over his tip and used your hand to rub your saliva down his shaft. A quick glance up at him and he looked like he was enjoying it.

After spitting another glob over his slit that clung to your lips a little longer than it did the first time things were feeling much wetter. You stroked along the full length of his cock, from base to tip, tip to base, and back again as you lowered further, getting your lips just over his tip, and looked up at him, swiping your tongue over his crown. Smooth and warm. Adjusting your hips you got into a better position and gripped his base with both hands as you began to take him in your mouth. Your tongue cupped the underside of his cock as you dipped down and pulled up, suckling at his tip before repeating.

Harry’s fingers gently pushed at your chin, “I’d like you to do one thing for me, Y/n…” your eyes shot up to his, “Can you keep your eyes on me, just like you’re doing right now?”

You pulled off and nodded, “Yeah. Sorry.”

Harry tutted at you, “You didn’t do anything wrong. Just really fond of your pretty eyes. Personal preference is all.”

Keeping your gaze on his you kissed his tip softly and slowly before tonguing at his frenulum. It was a good thing you were looking at him in that moment because the expression on his face as you ran your tongue along the underside of his cockhead was lascivious and the sudden heat between you two might not have been noticed if you hadn’t been looking at him.

When you lowered your lips over him again, hollowing your cheeks and cupping the underside of his dick with your tongue, he palmed over your cheek and softly thumbed at your temple, “Y/n… fuck… that’s really good. Keep looking at me like this pretty girl.”

The soft touch from his hand and thumb on your face was full of affection and made your heart thunder in your chest. It made you dizzy the way he was looking at you. It was such a lewd act but somehow filled with tenderness.

The drool that leaked out of your mouth and down his shaft allowed your hands to slip around his base, twisting as you bobbed over the first bit of him with your mouth. It seemed like he was really enjoying what you were doing. Having your eyes on him while you were doing it felt more encouraging than embarrassing.

And Harry was very much enjoying what you were doing. He wasn’t all that picky when it came to getting blow jobs. Why would he be? Some hot girl wanted him to show her how to be better? Well, he rarely did much in the way of making someone any better than they already were.

Harry never intended to be known as a sex tutor or a sex guru. He was just a guy who loved sex. A guy who was patient and who really did care about the person he was with, even if it was just a one-time thing (which most of them were). And his line of studies gave him insight many lacked. The more he slept around (safely) the better he got and the more he understood. He put into practice the things he learned in his classes and when he was a Junior after a string of hookups with a group of very popular seniors he started to get a reputation.

It started with comments and discussions on the size of his cock. Then it eventually escalated to him being very good in bed. And how he could always make a woman come (he didn’t always make them come but he certainly tried and he learned the art of allowing sex to just be something that felt good and intimate and didn’t have to end in that elusive orgasm every time).

The first girl who was bold enough to ask him if he’d help her get to know her body better, had told him how she heard he was the best… and that had caught off guard. But he gave it a go. And he wound up enjoying the whole thing so much that when another girl asked him for help he decided there was no harm in going along with it.

He wasn’t trying to take advantage of anyone, as some jealous of his prowess would make it seem. No, he just really wanted to help, he loved that connection and to have it end with sex (in whatever form) was never a bad thing. Mostly he was just having fun and if he could use some of his knowledge and give someone confidence by the end of a “session” then so be it.

When you sucked around him, slurping noises came from between your lips and the skin on his shaft and he moaned, “Oh that’s good…” He gently placed a hand at the back of your neck and nudged his hips upward the slightest when he felt his cock start to throb and balls tightened.

Harry pulled at you to bring you up so you slid your lips from his tip and looked at him with pretty rounded eyes as you sat on your knees.

“You’re perfect. If I had you sucking me off like this every day I’d have no complaints. That’s the work of someone who’s into it and I can tell you are. Got me so close to coming already,” he took your hand and kissed the tops of your knuckles. Yeah, you were already smitten with him. But maybe that was just because you liked his praise so much.

“Thank you,” you grinned shyly.

Harry took the hand he kissed and brought it down between his legs, sliding your fingers on the underside of his balls, “There’s this spot right here. Kind of smooth. Feel that?”

You nodded.

“It’s called the perineum. This spot,” he pressed the pad of your middle finger over the area of skin, “Feels really good when you rub it gently. Especially while you’re also giving a blow job. Maybe take my balls in your palm a little to massage them and then move to the perineum. Just about any man you suck off is gonna absolutely love it. It’s also a really good trick when you just want the guy to come already, ‘cause maybe he’s taking too long,” he grinned.

He dragged your hand up to cup his scrotum and you kept your eyes on his as you softly squeezed. Harry’s brows narrowed and his lips parted, “Let’s do that yeah? Wanna give it a go?”

Nodding, you lowered yourself again, your lips parting around his crown as you gently massaged his balls and kept your eyes angled up toward his. You kept one hand at the base of his shaft and felt the full, warmth of his sac in your palm before you pulled off of his cock and dropped your lips down to his balls, kissing the skin all around and skimming your tongue through every crevice and wrinkle, wetting him on all sides.

You remembered you were supposed to be looking up at him and when you saw his face it only egged you on. His soft groan and pink puffy lips parted in lust with hooded eyes so you wound your tongue down further and pressed the tip of your wet muscle to the spot he called the perineum.

“Fuck! Yes…”

You liked that reaction. So you did it again and used your hand on his shaft to continue pumping him in long strokes as you pressed over the small strip of skin under his scrotum before you brought your tongue all the way up over his balls and to his base. The pre-come dripping from his tip made things wetter as you slid your palm over him.

You kept one finger on his perineum and then brought your mouth back over his cock and the desperate whimper that fell from his lungs made you feel giddy. You sucked him in and flicked your sight up to him but his eyes were closed. You could feel his legs trembling as your shoulder was pressed into his inner thigh. Gently you brought your hand over his scrotum and massaged as you worked his tip with your lips and tongue.

He placed both of his hands on either side of your head, “Y/n… yes… honey I’m gonna come. That’s so good. You’re so good for me… holy shit… where do you want me to come, huh?”

You were kind of amazed at how he was so melty and whimpery from the blow job you were giving him. You lifted and looked up at him, “Just come in my mouth. Want you to feel good.”

He nodded as he panted and you put your lips back on him, lowering down and sucking as you used your tongue to apply pressure to his crown. Continuing to play with his balls and peek up at him you saw the moment his face scrunched up and his lips dropped open wide. No sound came out at first but you tasted the first pump of his come down your throat and then felt his big cock throbbing against your tongue and it was the hottest blow job you’d ever given. And you weren’t even receiving… the reaction he gave you had you so turned on and so dizzy that you felt the need to take him deeper.

You forced yourself down further, feeling his tip nudging and spurting at the top part of your throat and you swallowed around him before sputtering slightly.

When he finally began to moan it was deep and throaty. His head was tilted back, facing the ceiling as he pumped into your mouth and down your throat. The hands he held at the side of your face were gentle and honestly? You were in heaven. You could do this with him every day if he let you.

And you tried not comparing Gunther to Harry but it was hard. Harry was so masculine and his cock was prettier and much bigger. With Gunther, you could almost take all of him in your mouth without much issue. You didn’t but you probably could have. Harry was a different story. His big cock filled up all the space in your mouth and he smelled so good too. It was a mix of what you assumed was his natural smell with a clean powdery soap.

But it was the moans Harry was making that had you feeling so worked up. He really enjoyed your blow job and that was all you needed to feel good about yourself and your ability.

Harry’s moan quieted into a simper as you continued dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock until he lulled his head forward and looked down at you, “S’good. Fuck that was good.” He prodded at you to bring your mouth off of him and you sat back with a proud smile.

He leaned forward to pull at the back of your neck and smash his lips against yours. You clung onto his shoulders as he positioned you next to him on the bed on your bottom and then he ran his hands down your sides and pulled at your sweater, “Can we get this off?”

You gripped the bottom hem of your hoodie as Harry sat back and peeled his sweater off over his head, making you pause so you could devour his chest and his arms, and his abs with your eyes. The tattoos that were scattered over his body and on his arms were no surprise. You’d heard through the grapevine about his tattoos once your roommate told you about him. And you heard he was fit. But this? He was the perfect amount of muscled and beefy. He was lean but he appeared well-fed. Broad shoulders, pecs you could bite into…

You gulped when you felt Harry’s big hands smoothing up and down your limbs as he absorbed the sight of you before you finally pulled your sweater off and then unhooked your bra, holding the cups up against your breasts for a moment to make sure he was still in it. Because maybe your body would be a complete turn off but his expressive face did all the talking and he moved his hands up your hips as his irises roamed over your skin.

“So pretty, Y/n,” he spoke like he knew you needed the reassurance. Which you did. So you slowly lowered your bra and pulled the straps from your arms and almost immediately Harry ducked down and kissed your right nipple while his hand palmed at your left tit. He moaned against your soft flesh and you felt cool air hit your skin in the path where his tongue laved against you.

A soft gasp fell from your lips when he wrapped his mouth over your nipple and looked up at you from his spot, pink lips suckling at your breast. It was almost as if he needed to make sure he was doing what you liked. As if the man wasn’t some kind of expert.

Harry’s bulky body moved over you and his hands brushed over the skin at your sides and down to your hips where your panties clung tight. You lifted your hips, ready for him to take care of you, ready to have him pull the last bit of fabric from your body and Harry grinned at you.

“I’m gonna pull these down, okay?”

Nodding you laughed in slight nervousness. You weren’t sure when you’d gotten so eager but giving Harry a blow job had made you a bit insatiable and all of the nice things he said about you, how good you were... Your insides were aching and you knew you were probably already wet, the crotch of your panties was warm against your skin.

And as he slowly dragged the material down your legs he kept looking up at you. A little bit of reassurance that he was only going to go as far as you wanted.

Paying close attention to his eyes you watched him drag his gaze over all your crevices and then up to your tits and then your eyes as he licked his lips. He wrapped a hand on the underside of your calf, lifting your leg the smallest bit as he tucked himself in closer, his shoulders pressing into your thighs.

The warm, soft kisses he dotted on your inner thigh as he looked up at you made you feel worshiped. Like he was savoring the moment and was going to take his time with you.

“Y/n, I just want to make you feel good. Tell me if you don’t like something or if you need something more okay? Because you did so good for me and I’m gonna be dreaming about those lips on me. Just want to make you feel as good as good as you made me feel.”

Harry could tell you liked a bit of praise. A compliment here and there was easy enough to throw in because it was all true. You were very good and you were so pretty and now he was going to return the favor as best he could.

When you felt his tongue swipe up through your crease you moaned faintly as you kept your eyes on him. And when he dug in more, attached his lips to your pussy, and began sucking at you the groan that fell from his chest rumbled through your core and you held on to the back of his head as you arched your back off of the pillow under yourself. His lips slicked up and down, tongue pressing at your clit and then he moved, bringing his arm in and you felt his fingers prodding at your entrance as he looked up at you, pulling his mouth away from your pussy, “Tastes so good, Y/n. Could bury my face here all day long. You mind if I finger you a little? Would that feel good?”

He ran his digits through your folds like he already knew your answer and you nodded quickly, “Yeah. Okay. If you want.”

He grinned before you felt him push his middle finger past your opening and then he watched the face you made as he curled his finger up in your magic little spot. The one only your rabbit vibrator seemed to be able to hit.

You gasped and with that, he brought his lips back over your clit and got to work. His dark curls were smooth and thick between your fingers and the way he kept pulling his gaze up to yours as he licked into you was naughty. The whole scene was something from a dream. There was something so soft about how he kept his eyes on you to check-in.

You’d had a couple of guys go down on you before but they had no idea what they were doing and you weren’t sure if it was just supposed to feel like slippery nothing gliding over your labia or not. But now, with Harry doing the work… well you realized what it was actually meant to feel like. And Harry was not giving you slippery nothing.

He seemed to enjoy it as well which made your heart lurch in your chest. Especially with how he was moaning into you like you tasted good. And he had told you as much, which… that had you on edge already.

When Harry slid in a second finger he opened his mouth wide and tongued up from where his fingers were pumping into you to your clit.

You couldn’t help the pathetic moans that were loudly bouncing off the walls of his studio, “Oh god, Harry…”

But the thing that was really seeping into your skin and your veins and making your heart pound was his eyes on yours. You couldn’t get over it. It was so intimate and sexy and the gushy noises coming from your slippery pussy were lewd and dirty. It was the perfect juxtaposition of just nasty enough but also sweet and soft that had you spiraling.

When they tell you that the biggest part of getting turned on is all in the mind, that’s absolutely true. Harry was a master at it. You weren’t sure you’d ever been so turned on with any man before. He really knew which buttons to push and all the right things to say.

“Fuck, that’s good… holy shit, Harry…”

He loved hearing you whine his name and the feel of your hips bucking upward in tiny bursts. You were one of those girls that was going to have an orgasm, he just knew it. The way you kept getting wetter every time you shot your eyes down to his was a big telltale sign. Some didn’t like the eye contact but he loved it and so did you, clearly.

He moaned into your pussy and swallowed you down as he worked his tongue in teasing circles around your clit before wrapping his lips around you again and smushing down over you with just the right amount of pressure.

The arm he had under your thigh he wrapped under your lower back, pulling you in closer if that was possible, as he continued fingering you with his other hand. The man was unquenchable. Like he needed to stuff his face in as close as humanly possible. Like he needed to suck you dry and make it so that you never forgot his name.

Your insides were melting for him. His fingers were magic inside of you and it had your brain all fuzzed out and blurry. But the way he rolled your clit under his tongue was divine, otherworldly… he knew what he was doing with that big mouth of his.

You gasped and looked back down at him again and his eyes were already pinned to yours.

“Oh… gonna co… oh fuck, gonna come…” you felt like you were being lifted into the air, levitating and vibrating off the bed and out of the atmosphere as he kept his fingers and his tongue steady. But when he moaned deeply into your cunt, that low resonate sensation traveling from your clit to your core and through your tummy made you lose control.

You didn’t realize you were yanking his hair as your legs quaked and your body liquified under him. But it didn’t deter him. He watched you unravel, tits bouncing and back arching as you orgasmed into his mouth and he curled his fingers up against your g-spot as you clamped over his digits.

If he didn’t have his mouth occupied he would have praised you more in that moment. Told you how pretty you were and how good you did for him. But he waited until you began to slowly come back to earth before whispering into your ear the sweet things he knew you’d like to hear.

He laid next to you and grasped your face, kissing your lips softly as you sighed, “So fucking good. What a pretty orgasm that was, Y/n…” He spoke between kisses.

“Did that all for me? Yeah?”

You couldn’t answer him. Not in that moment. You’d just melted and dissolved and had only begun to re-solidify and become a real human with lungs and limbs and skin and pores again.

“You are really fun to eat out, Y/n. Tasted so nice and you sound so sexy when you come. You can call me anytime you need a release okay?” He continued kissing your cheek and your lips as he spoke softly.

Harry didn’t rush you out like you thought he might. He rubbed over your tummy and kissed your breasts softly and ran his lips up the side of your neck as you slowly opened your eyes and sighed.

“Feel okay?”

You nodded and smiled, “Really good.”

“Stay as long as you want. Okay? No rush. We can even grab dinner together if you want or I can make you something.” Harry wasn’t sure why he asked you that. While he didn’t usually rush anyone out, he didn’t typically offer food or dinner either. There was just something about you that compelled him to ask. Perhaps he hoped you’d stick around a bit longer.

You sat up, “Oh. That’s really nice of you. But… maybe I should probably head back. Get some schoolwork done.”

You’d have loved to stay for dinner but you also didn’t want to get your feelings mixed up for a guy like Harry. Not that there was anything wrong with him, but you understood what this was. A one-time thing. Something fun where you got to learn a thing or two. If you stuck around too long you’d probably just want more. And that would only end in heartbreak for you. Because Harry was kind of the ideal guy in a lot of ways.

“Of course. Just thought I’d ask.”

There were no hard feelings for this kind of thing. Harry wasn’t offended that you didn’t want to stay. He’d had a good time with you and he was almost certain you had a good time as well. And that was just about all one could ask for.

Harry let you use his bathroom to clean up and get dressed. And as you did so you thought about how Gunther didn’t even offer you anything to eat or to stay after. In fact he didn’t even ask if you wanted to use his bathroom, when that would have been nice after giving him head. Because even though Gunther didn’t really touch you, you were still wet, and walking back to your dorm with wet panties was not a nice feeling. Especially when you didn’t even get anything out of it.

You’d be wary of Gunther. You’d give him another shot because you were a nice girl but you weren’t going to ignore the concerns Harry had. Perhaps Harry was right.

When you stepped out of the bathroom Harry handed you a glass of water, “Drink a little before you head out, and what dorm do you live in?” He looked down at his phone as he asked.

“Oh… uh the Millennium dorms near the arts building.”

He nodded as you took a gulp of the water and he showed you his phone, “Uber will be here for you in three minutes. I’ll walk you down, okay?”

“Wait. You didn’t have to do that! Um… I can walk or get an Uber myself it’s–“

He shook his head and grinned, “I know I didn’t have to but it’s getting late. Don’t want you walking twenty minutes by yourself. Who knows what could be lurking out there,” he laughed.

You pointed at him, “Fine. But I’m gonna pay you back. Next time I see you okay?”

“Not necessary. Now come on,” he playfully swatted at your bottom and directed you toward his door, “Let’s go downstairs and wait for…” he looked at his phone, “Rebecca in a white Trail Blazer.”

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kunimix · 1 month

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—NEON GUTS

Ep. 3; Tutor Session yay… I’m gonna cry

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You were grabbing your notebooks and stuff until one of your brothers came into your room.

“Where are you going?” your older brother, Ayaso, asked. His voice sounded confused but he had a poker face on.

‘Tutor Session’ is what you could’ve said but you said “To mind my own damn business” as you walked out of the room with your bag of notebooks.

You arrived at Scaramouche’s house with the help of your mom dropping you off. You walked to the door and were about to knock before the door swung open. A woman with blackish purple hair stood in front of you.

“Hello, are you the girl Kunikuzushi is tutoring?” The woman asked

“I’m sorry who?” You said confused

“I forgot he goes by Scaramouche to everyone else”

“Oh yeah, he’s my tutor, is he here?”

“Yes, he is he’s right in his room. Just go up those stairs and the second door to the left is his”

“Thank you”

You went up the stairs and tried to find his room. you found it but you knocked before you came in. Once you heard a muffled come in you opened the door and was hit with the aroma of snacks.

“You got snacks?” You asked him

“No shit?” He looked at you as if you were stupid

“Little rude don’t you think?”

“Little slow don’t you think?”

About an hour into the session, you felt like your brain fried. You grabbed a [chip of choice] and put it in your mouth. He had given you some math problems to practice with

To hell with math, you thought slamming your head on the table

“What? Are you done?” He took your notebook from under your head. He read the questions some of them unanswered.

“How the hell did you manage to get all of the ones you answered wrong?” He was in disbelief.

“Shut up!” You picked your head up and semi-yelled at him

“It’s whatever though I guess we can stop for the day.”

“Finally!”

You stood up and stretched but then an idea popped into your head.

“Wanna go get boba?” You excitedly asked him

He sighed but nodded continuing to putting everything away. You would help him but he insisted that he didn’t need help so you just sat on his bed and waited.

He finished cleaning and grabbed his jacket.

“Well? Let’s go” He was looking at you waiting for you to get up

You quickly stood up but then almost fell.

Should I leave my stuff here or should I take it with me you thought until Scaramouche interrupted your thought process

“Just leave your stuff here you can come back and get it if you’re thinking that” He said practically reading your mind.

“Okay then let’s go” You said excitedly.

He grabbed his keys and led you out the door to his car that was in the driveway.

You guys get to Song Tea and your phone was blowing up with messages whether it was from your friends or from Twitter. You guys enter the store and wait in line it was a really short line since it was 6pm there was only a couple in front of you guys.

Once it was your guys’ turn to order you were about to speak until Scaramouche interrupted once again.

“Can I get a Jasmine green tea with boba and a” he trailed off and looked at you

“What do you want?”

“A Carmel brown sugar mochi dirty with boba” you respond after reading the menu

The lady at the counter nodded and put in the tablet thing. You started grabbing some money out of your pocket until Scaramouche stopped you and shook his head towards you. He paid for yours and his drink. The lady told you two your order number and you went to go find a seat somewhere.

“So.. why’d you pay for my drink not that I’m complaining or anything just curious” You put you head in your hand looking at him.

“Because I wanted to is that a problem?” He raised an eyebrow

You just shook your head. Your order number was called and Scaramouche went to go grab the drinks.

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Summary; Scaramouche is “forced” to tutor you the “dumbass” of the class

A/n; sorry for late post

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daegall · 2 years

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[14:56]

pairing: bf!hyuck x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship!AU

warnings: none, i think (MUCH CHEESE)

word count: 798 words

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Never would you have expected you would end up in love with Lee Donghyuck, especially since the time he accidentally spilled a drink on you at a party and completely ran off, without a single word.

But alas, you find yourself in his very embrace, and you have never felt so relaxed in someone's arms.

If you had told yourself from months ago that you'd be genuinely happy with Lee Donghyuck, seeing him in your future, constantly wanting to be with him, you're sure you would've found it completely mental.

You feel a smile creep up your lips when Donghyuck's arms tighten around you, twisting your head to the side when he beckons for you to watch the funny video he found amidst his instagram feed.

Strangely, you don't even look at the video. You had for just a second, before your eyes trailed over to his face. You didn't even notice until his eyes locked with yours, and a feeling of shivers runs through you at how much you found yourself enjoying the sight of him.

"Hmm?" Donghyuck hums, "What's up?"

Automatically, you shake your head, your chin brushing against his shoulder, and you chuckle at the light sensation. "Nothing,"

Your response doesn't make Donghyuck any less confused as before, if not, even more lost, as he turns his phone off and tosses it somewhere beside him, lost in his bedsheets.

It's almost as if he needs no words to ask you to explain, just by his glazed eyes, just by his fingers that intertwine between yours, it's all asking you, and you want to give in.

"It's just," You fail to find your words instantly, trying to put it perfectly. You know either way that it'll be fine to Donghyuck, he would understand you any day. "I never expected us to be like this."

And surprisingly Donghyuck isn't all that shocked. He thought the same thing.

"The moment you ran off with your empty cup without an apology, I thought you'd never be in my life again. I thought you'd be someone I'd avoid talking to." You smile at the memory, remembering how you'd grimace seeing the stain on your shirt even after you washed it.

"But god, do I love talking to you."

Donghyuck grins at your words, finding so much pride and assurance from your words. He feels almost shy, hearing all this from you. His smile is so contagious, and you find your lips lifting even more, your smile widening.

"I went on a couple of dates with you, but didn't expect it to grow like this. I didn't think you'd be as likable as you are now."

Donghyuck's laugh resonates in your ears, triggering your own, as he bumps his head with yours lightly.

"You like me that much, huh?" You can't stop the feeling of bashfulness from creeping into you, and there's definitely no stopping the awkward smile from reaching your lips at the realization of how cheesy you sounded.

Your boyfriend coos at you, hooking his leg over yours to prevent you from scooting too far away from him. "It almost seems like... you love me!"

"I do,"

"You do?"

You slowly nod, biting your lip from stopping your laughs of embarrassment, scrunching your nose up either way.

Donghyuck is more than ecstatic to hear that you love him, he feels so much love for you that it's honestly crazy.

"Say it!"

At this, however, you shake your head, sticking your tongue out at him. "You already know I do! I don't have to say it!"

Before Donghyuck can say or do anything, you untangle yourself from the messy pile of limbs on Donghyuck's bed, stumbling slightly, before you stand up.

"I have a tutor session at the library in half an hour," You mumble quickly, not missing the sly smirk on Donghyuck's lips.

He watches as you scramble around his room, picking up your backpack, notebook on his desk, and finally back to the bed to grab your phone right next to him. You grab it quickly, shoving it into the pocket of your—Donghyuck's—hoodie, before turning around to head straight for the door.

Your boyfriend quips a quick 'good luck!', tugging on your heart strings, and before you know it, you've spun on your heel, and started venturing your way back to him.

This surprises him as well, he yelps in surprise when you crawl back into his bed. You lean down, pressing your lips against his cheek, leaving a loud smooch, before you smile.

"I love you," you mumble against his skin, before you run back out the door with quick steps.

And even if you're already running down the stairs, even if Donghyuck is lying in bed with the goofiest smile, you know that he loves you too.

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have you seen this wizard? // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: wizard!jay x teacher!fem!reader (Hogwarts AU)

summary: during your visit at the local bookstore, you encountered a mysterious man who, for some reason, made you feel compelled to assist.

content: sfw

word count: ~1.3k

author's note: yes, I made a fic based on this teaser. typed this in less than an hour. hope it made you feel things!

With a soft grunt, you pushed the door open to Flourish and Blotts. You wanted to catch up on reading for leisure, since teaching had taken up most of your time, but also there were a couple of books you needed to assist your private tutoring sessions. You were out here on a Monday evening, thinking that it would be the least crowded time of the week, and you were right.

Except for the clerk and a couple of students browsing, it was just you and piles and piles of books. People were not exaggerating when they say the books were stacked to the ceiling, and that some books were even the size of paving stones. You wonder what they were about. After asking the nice man to locate the book you were looking for, he pointed to an aisle in the corner. You thanked him immediately, claiming you did not need further assistance and you preferred to browse alone.

You heard another chime on the door as your eyes scanned the rack, assuming that it was another customer coming in to have a look. You finally spotted the specific title you wanted, so you stretched your arm to pull the book out. Unfortunately, you weren’t tall enough, so tiptoeing did not help. You were about to find a stool to step on when a tall figure towered from behind you, caging your body between his and the book rack.

“Here you go,” the man smiled at you. It wasn’t a smile, you thought. It was a lopsided grin, or maybe that was just the way he usually smiles. Whatever it was, you could not deny that it was extremely attractive. He was extremely attractive.

And you feel like you had seen him somewhere.

“Thank you,” you responded, taking the book from his hands and immediately inspecting it. You were hoping that by busying yourself with the book, the man would eventually leave you alone, making it okay to let the heat rush to your cheeks.

“Herbology, huh?” He continued to stand in front of you.

You looked up at him and saw that he was covered in the best-looking winter garments you could ever find. His black coat was wool, you assumed, and the dark green scarf around his neck seemed like cashmere. His brown pants matched the color of his boots, and because he just looked so good, you began to wonder if he was anyone famous.

“Yes. I teach,” you smiled politely before opening the book. You decided it was just best to give him short answers. You were curious, but something inside you was telling you to be cautious.

The man put both his hands in the pockets of his coat. He leaned to the rack behind you as he observed you. At least, that was what you thought. Maybe he was observing something else, or the books. You weren’t looking. But you felt like he was looking at you.

“Do you come around here a lot?”

You cursed yourself for asking that question. Your friends and colleagues had praised you for your extroverted side, your ability to strike up a conversation with anyone and make anyone open up to you within minutes. The man smiled at you again. This time, his smile looked more genuine, and you just hoped he wasn’t the type who could read minds.

“Actually, I’m on the run,” he said, warily looking out towards the shop’s entrance. By the window, he saw more and more people walking by, and he began to move, facing you and having his back face the entrance. There was now no way for you to walk away since he was basically blocking the only access into the aisle, but something in his stance made you want to trust him. Luckily, the feeling was mutual because the next thing you know he was offering his hand for you to shake.

“I’m Jay,” he said in a lower voice.

You took off your gloves, because that was one of the basic manners your father taught you, and shook his hand. He felt warm, and his grip on you was tight. “Y/N,” you said.

“I might need your help, Y/N.” Jay was now looking at you hopefully.

Your eyes shifted from his face to the scene out the window, and you spotted several men and women dressed in dark colors huddled, talking to each other and pointing in different directions. From the size of their presence, you guessed that they were Aurors, and at that very moment, it hit you.

You looked back at Jay, and he was no longer smiling. The way he licked his lips reminded you of the posters you had seen around the block. There weren’t that many, but there were enough to have your brain subconsciously plant his face in your mind.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, bringing a hand to cover your mouth.

“If you can help me, I promise I will explain everything to you,” Jay shifted in his place, carefully tilting his head to assess the situation. “But if it’s a no, then I have to leave now, and you need to pretend that we’ve never met.”

You felt unreasonably upset when you heard the last sentence. You did not want to pretend that you’d never met. Not when he was still here standing in front of you. Sure, he might be a wanted wizard, but something about him, and something in your head, was making you feel compelled to help him. Was he using a spell that you did not know?

You couldn’t form an answer fast enough, and you heard the chime of a bell as the door opened. You saw two Aurors talking to the clerk, and you quickly darted your eyes back to Jay. He was too cautious about turning his back around, so his gaze was fixed on you. You looked back at the clerk and quickly calculated the possibility of you running away with him out of the bookstore.

That would attract unnecessary attention, so you decided on a different move.

“Kiss me,” you said, your voice almost hoarse.

Jay frowned at you before smiling in disbelief. “What?”

He wasn’t making any moves and the Aurors were starting to scout around. You grabbed his scarf and pulled him into you, making him almost smash his face into yours. At first, you just placed your lips on his, keeping your eyes slightly open so you could track the movements of everyone in the store. However, Jay placed his hands on your waist and deepened the kiss, resulting in you falling back a step and holding on to his scarf tighter.

When the Aurors reached your aisle, they immediately took a u-turn, not wanting to deal with whatever was happening. They glanced around one last time before thanking the clerk. As they left, you placed your hand against Jay’s chest, pushing him away.

“Now, the tricky part,” you said as you cleared your throat, “is to get you out of here without the clerk recognizing you.”

You were still scanning the whole store and making sure nobody else was looking at the two of you. When you did not hear a reply, you glanced at Jay. He was staring at you in a way that could only be described as mesmerized.

“So you’re really going to help me?” Jay asked to confirm. Only then he realized his hands were still on your waist.

“I mean, you did ask,” you said, taking both his hands off you but holding one in your hand.

You swore the lopsided grin on his face right now meant a whole other thing, and if you squinted, maybe you could see him blush. But that was not important for now. You were about to drag him to exit the store when he stood in his place and squeezed your hand.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked.

Funny how in the beginning, you were the one who was questioning his presence. After the kiss, something between the two of you seemed to shift, and now you were the confident one who was determined to protect this wizard from whatever was coming at him.

“I’m already committed. Let’s go.”

-END-

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Chapter Eighteen - The Friendzone

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad's boss's son. He was the creep that stole girls' underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it's not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn't sleep with him, right? ...right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Animal Death, Slow Burn, Misogyny

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She really didn’t know what to expect the first time she went back to Shigaraki’s place for a study session after their… discussion . They were trying to find a new normal — one that didn’t involve yelling and backsliding and sex, and two out of the two previous attempts at this had been completely unsuccessful.

Needless to say she had some serious doubts that any of this was going to work. She wasn’t sure that it was possible to ever just be friends with Tomura Shigaraki. And she was really scared of what that meant. Best case scenario, it meant that they probably would never see each other again.

And that thought pained her way more than she’d ever admit.

So she was pretty surprised when she entered his apartment that day and found not the usual empty living room, but Shigaraki himself, spreading out his textbooks on the dining table. And Kurogiri too, assembling a delightful little tray of snacks and braising a rack of lamb in the attached, open-concept kitchen with no signs of leaving the room.

“What’s going on here?”

Shigaraki answered simply, “Tutoring.”

“Down here?”

“I’ve got my own work to do today, so I thought a set-up like this made more sense,” he answered.

Wait… had Shigaraki actually set up their session in the living room, a public place, where they couldn’t get out of control?

“Did you have somewhere else in mind?” he asked.

Without even thinking, she answered, “I, uh, I guess I’m just surprised that you don’t want to do it in your room.”

Shigaraki smirked, “Do you want to go to my room?”

“N-No, this is fine!” she squeaked, eagerly taking her seat, “This is great, actually.”

He chuckled and tossed a stack of practice tests to her side of the table.

“Here are the study guides you missed. Review ‘em and then you should do a couple practice tests since you’re behind.”

She looked up at him with a scowl, fully ready to rebuke and rebuttal whatever snarky comment or patronizing smirk he’d throw her way for why she was behind. But there was no judgment or passive aggression waiting for her. He’d just stated it simply and opened his own laptop to work. It didn’t matter how long she waited either, no dig came. If he was holding onto any bitterness right now, it didn’t show.

Feeling her stare, Shigaraki glanced up, “What?”

“N-Nothing!” she dropped her head to dive into her work, praying to God that he didn’t see the red dusting her cheeks, “Just zoned out so… Yeah, nothing.”

His mouth twitched up. He absolutely did notice. But he chose not to say anything about it, instead pushing his laptop across the table towards her.

“Hey, what do you think of this paragraph?”

She looked back up at him, beyond surprised, “You want my help?”

“I want your opinion ,” he corrected pointedly.

She turned the laptop towards her, still a bit baffled, but looking over the document on screen regardless.

“I had the first two sentences switched originally,” he explained, “But I’m wondering if it actually makes a difference.”

She read through the section a few times before scrolling back to the intro paragraph.

“It’s for a history class?” she asked as she read over his thesis, “Not creative writing or anything?”

“Right.”

“I’d go with the way you had it,” she answered, turning the laptop back to him, “It connects more directly to your thesis statement.”

“Hm,” he made the switch and then reread his work, wondering aloud, “Do you think I should just cut the second sentence entirely?”

“No, no, it’s not fluff or anything. But when you open with that sentence, it definitely reads as more of a decorative lead-in rather than supportive evidence.”

Shigaraki nodded thoughtfully as Kurogiri approached with their snack tray.

“Can I get you any coffee or tea?” he asked her as he set it down on the table in front of her.

“Coffee sounds great. Thanks!” she said, her mouth watering at the assortment of stupidly expensive-looking snacks on display.

Kurogiri nodded politely and turned to his ward, “Tomura Shigaraki?”

He didn’t look up from his screen when he answered, “We got any barley tea?”

She paused, the leaning charcuterie tower of baked brie, duck salami, roasted fig, and truffle crackers she’d assembled stopping just short of her lips.

“Yes, I just picked some up yesterday,” Kurogiri answered, pointedly holding back the “by your request” that sat on the tip of his tongue.

“I’ll take that hot.”

“Right away.”

She couldn’t fight the smile that it all brought to her face. It made her charcuterie masterpiece taste all the better.

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Study Session Part 1–Steve Harrington

Steve's POV

Y/N is one of the smartest kids in our class. She's probably the smartest. She also happens to be the daughter of my mother's best friend. Which means Y/N and I practically grew up together.

I found out today that I'm in danger of being kicked off the basketball team because of my grades. When I told my parents, my dad was an asshole about it. He instantly threatened to take my car away if I didn't get them up. After my parents went somewhere, I walked outside and sat by our pool. I opened a beer and lit a cigarette.

A few hours later I heard the Y/L/N's back door open. I looked over my shoulder to see Y/N carrying a trash bag. She threw the bag in the trash can and was about to head back inside but saw me.

"You okay?" She asked. She looked toward my driveway and sighed. She cleared her throat and shoved her hands into her back pockets. "You want some company?"

"You smoke?" I scoffed.

"No," Y/N said, clearing her throat. "But that doesn't mean I can't join you."

As hard as I tried not to, I smiled. She took that as an invitation and walked over. I caught her glance at the beer bottles on the ground before sitting next to me.

"What happened with your dad?"

"How'd you know?" I sighed.

"I just. . ." I looked over and saw Y/N's face turn pink. "Whenever you get into a fight with your dad, he goes to the garage or into town with your mom. And you. . . You come out here and sneak one of your dad's cigarettes and a six-pack of beers."

"How do you know all of that?" I asked again.

"I've watched you," she said, dropping her voice. "I just mean, I've noticed you. I mean, we've lived next to each other our entire lives, Steve. I know you. At least, I think I do."

"Sounds like it," I scoffed. Y/N cleared her throat and the look on her face made my stomach sink. "I'm sorry," I sighed. "It's just. . . It's been a rough night."

"What happened?" She asked. She quickly added, "If you don't mind me asking."

"I don't mind." I put down the can of beer I was drinking and put out my cigarette. I turned toward her and leaned my elbows on my knees. "I'm in danger of failing a couple of my classes," I admitted, "which means I'm in danger of getting kicked off the basketball team. My dad is pissed and threatened to take my car away and ground me until I get them up."

Y/N thought about it for a second before softly clearing her throat. "I could help you," she offered. "I mean. . . I tutor a group of freshmen and a couple of middle schoolers after school three times a week. I could help you study, maybe get you caught up in a couple of classes. We could do it during study hall."

"You'd really do that?" I couldn't help but ask. "For me?"

"Of course," she shrugged. "We've known each other a long time. Besides, you're the only half-decent guy on our team."

"Half-decent?" I teased. She looked up at me and chuckled.

"Hate to break it to you," she giggled, "but you're not exactly Prince Charming."

"Ouch," I said sarcastically as I dramatically put my hand over my heart. Y/N's cheeks turned pink as she laughed. "I can't be too offended," I clarified. "I don't have the best reputation."

"That may be true," she shrugged, "but I know you're not really like that."

"You do?"

"Like I said," her voice dropping, "we've known each other a long time, Steve."

* * * * *

A couple of weeks later, my grades were improving. All thanks to Y/N. I'm not sure how she did it, but she retaught me in a way that I actually understood it. Ever since she started tutoring me, we've slowly started interacting more. It started with nods in the hallway. Then switched to smiles. Eventually, we started saying "hi" and having little conversations.

Yesterday, I convinced her to go get burgers with me after school. We spent almost two hours eating, drinking milkshakes, and talking. For the first time in a long time, I felt normal. I felt like my old self. I didn't have to put on a fake facade or pretend to be someone I didn't truly want to be.

Today, though, something changed. She didn't say "hi" to me in the hallway, didn't talk to me, and was late to our session.

"Hey," I greeted her as she finally walked in.

"Sorry I'm late," she mumbled as she sat next to me.

"It's okay," I said quickly. "I was hoping you could help me with pre-calc today."

"Sure."

I watched as she slowly unpacked her backpack. I opened my textbook to the lesson our teacher went over yesterday. I waited patiently as Y/N got to the same page.

Y/N went through the lesson but not as happy or Y/N-like as usual. I still understood it better than how our teacher taught it, but it was strange seeing Y/N act so reserved.

"Is that right?" I asked. I looked up to see Y/N's mind somewhere else. "Y/N, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said softly. I reached over and gently touched her hand.

"Y/N," I whispered. "What's wrong? You've been acting strange all day."

"It's nothing. . ."

"Y/N," I gently cut her off. "Talk to me. Please?"

"Do you know William?" She asked, still looking intensely at the page in our textbook.

"He's that guy you've been dating, right?" I asked, trying to ignore the weird feeling in my stomach. "Didn't you start dating last summer?"

"Yeah," she said.

"Did he hurt you?" As I asked that question, I was hit with a sudden wave of anger. "I swear, if he touched you, Y/N, I'm gonna kick his ass."

"He didn't touch me," she whispered. "He threatened. . ."

"He threatened you?!" I cut her off.

"No," she said quickly. "Not me, at least."

"What do you mean?"

"He didn't threaten me, Steve," she sighed, finally looking up at me. "He threatened you."

I opened my mouth to say something, but she started to ramble. "He said that he didn't like me spending all of this time with you. And that if you came onto me, he'd kick your ass. He asked me when I would stop tutoring you. I answered him honestly. I told him that I'd probably tutor you until graduation. . . He didn't like that."

"Oh," was all I could think to say.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "He doesn't have a right to ask me to stop tutoring you. I agreed to help you and I think I am helping you. I mean, am I?"

"Of course you are," I said gently. "Before you, I didn't understand anything my teachers said. You explain it in a way that suddenly makes sense to me. But if you want, maybe we could take a break for a while. My grades are up. We have a couple of weeks before any big exams. We could take a break until. . ."

"No," she quickly cut me off. She took a shaky breath as she added, "I mean. . . I don't care if William doesn't like that I'm helping you and talking to you more. You're my neighbor. I mean, our moms are best friends. He can't tell me who I can and can't talk to. That's ridiculous."

We sat there, neither one of us really knowing what to say anymore. I hated the idea of taking a break from Y/N, but I didn't want to come between them. Even if I didn't like William.

I guess I can't say that I don't like him. I don't know William. He's been in my and Y/N's classes since we were all young, but I've never really talked to him. To be honest, I never really had an opinion of him.

Until I heard that he and Y/N were dating.

The first day back at school after the summer they started going out, I saw them together and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I got this weird feeling in my stomach. After she started tutoring me, that feeling in my stomach got sicker.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked under her breath.

"Of course."

"What do you think of William?"

"I don't really have an opinion," I stuttered.

"Come on," she chuckled. "You can be honest with me, Steve. I want to know."

"I think you could do better," I blurted out. Y/N's eyes widened. She clearly wasn't expecting me to be that honest.

"Oh?"

"Let me ask you something," I sighed, "does he make you happy?"

"Well. . ."

"I know he makes you a little happy. Relationships make everyone a little happy, but I want to know if he makes you truly happy. I mean, happier than you've ever been. So happy you get butterflies every time you see them. So happy you hate going even a day without talking to them. So happy you wonder how you ever survived without them. So happy you feel like an idiot for not noticing them before."

My voice got soft as I added, "Does he do that for you, Y/N?"

"No," she whispered. "He doesn't."

"Does anyone?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know," she said shakily. "Maybe?"

I hadn't noticed that we were getting closer together until our arms touched. I leaned back, clearing my throat.

"Does anyone make you feel like that?" She asked. Maybe I was crazy but it almost sounded like she was hopeful. I looked into her eyes and I knew my answer.

"I think so," I whispered. "It's complicated though."

"How so?"

"She's kinda dating this other guy right now."

"Maybe," she hesitated, "he doesn't make her feel the same way you do."

"You think?"

"It's possible."

We leaned in, our faces inches apart. All I had to do was tilt my head and our lips would touch. I almost did.

"We shouldn't," I whispered.

"You're right," Y/N said, leaning back and looking at the table.

"At least not like this," I clarified. She looked up at me, nervously chewing on her bottom lip. "Even if there is someone out there that makes you feel truly happy, he can't let you cheat on your current boyfriend. He should give you time to end that relationship and heal from it before starting a relationship with him."

"He could help her heal from it," she shrugged. I reached over and gently grabbed her hand.

"He'd be happy to."

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Jealous - Kwon Soonyoung (Seventeen) x Reader

Jealous

Kwon Soonyoung (Seventeen) x Reader Summary: Soonyoung is jealous of the relationship one of the other members has with his best friend. Word Count: 4,208 Genre: fluff Warnings/Contains: light cursing, alcohol consumption

Every eye is on the door after it slams shut behind Soonyoung. For seemingly no reason, he abruptly stopped dancing and stormed out of practice.

“What was that about?” Jun whispers to Chan who was practicing with Soonyoung.

Chan shrugs. “His mind was definitely somewhere else. He never took his eyes off the mirror.”

“Maybe you should go talk to him, Y/N,” Mingyu suggests. “He listens to you.”

“No,” Jihoon interrupts, thrusting his arm in front of you. “I’ll go.”

You’ve been Soonyoung’s English tutor for almost a year. In that time, he’s become your best friend. But you’ve never seen him like that. You’ve seen him frustrated with pronunciation or irritated that he messed up a choreo, but you’ve never seen him livid like he was when he charged out the door. You’re relieved Jihoon offered to go after him. Frankly, you were a little scared.

“Everyone back to practice,” Cheol orders. He zeroes in on Vernon who’s been chatting with you in the corner for the last half hour. Vernon smiles at you and squeezes your hand, then runs over to join the formation.

You were only at practice that day because a couple months ago, Soonyoung asked if he could have extra tutoring sessions between his practices. He told you that he had a specific goal he was anxious to accomplish. But when you asked what it was, thinking you could plan your lessons around it, he refused to tell you.

Since then, you’ve been coming to the studio five times a week. Practice almost always runs late, so you spend a good amount of time waiting for him. You don’t really mind waiting for him because one of the members is always available to keep you entertained. They’re all friendly and easy-going and you enjoy spending time there.

Vernon’s the one who keeps you company most often. You appreciate the break of being able to speak English with him. He always has your favorite candy for you, every time you’re there. And you can both geek out on Star Wars for hours. Surprisingly, you’ve also had some really deep conversations.

You started to get a little worried though, that he’s got a crush on you. He’s a sweet guy, but you just don’t see him that way. You’ve tried to be subtle about steering him away from you because you’d hate to lose your friendship over it.

Vernon had been the one keeping you company today while you waited for Soonyoung. Usually, he works doubly hard to finish up faster when you’re waiting for him. But today, he was moving at a snail’s pace. You continuously watched him, worried he might be coming down with something.

And each time you looked at him, he’d been eyeing you in the mirrors. Usually if he sees you watching him, he smiles or winks discreetly, but today you knew he wasn’t himself. Though he was looking at you, he seemed to be looking through you at the same time. It made you feel tense and uneasy.

You’re thinking about what could be wrong when Jihoon finally comes back to the practice room. He looks at Cheol and shakes his head, then jumps into the choreo like nothing ever happened. Something’s going on and you need to find out what it is. You wait until both Cheol and Jihoon are immersed in practice before you slip out of the room. You’re not sure where to look for Soonyoung so you wander the hallways for a while, hoping to run across him. When that doesn’t pan out, you decide to try Jihoon’s studio. You’re about to head in that direction when Cheol calls your name.

“Do you know where Soonyoung is?” you ask him before he can say anything else. “If he’s upset about something, maybe I can talk to him and —“

He cuts you off mid-sentence. “No, Y/N.”

“What’s going on, Cheol? Why are you and Jihoon so adamant that I stay away from him?”

He looks regretful and a little sad. “Look, he just needs some time, okay? Maybe you guys should take a break from each other for a little while?”

“What do you mean by a break?”

“Soonyoung needs to be away from you, Y/N.”

“Oh,” you whisper. The same tense and uneasy feeling as before surges through you. Why do you feel a sudden sense of loss? And where did the pit in your stomach come from?

Cheol reaches for your arm. “Don’t worry, okay? Just give him a little space.” The smile he gives you is full of pity.

“Yeah, sure,” you agree. “I’ll just get my things and head out.”

He walks with you back to the practice room. Soonyoung’s back, standing in the corner, talking to Jihoon. You get your bag and as you’re about to head out the door, he looks at you. You give him your best smile and a tiny wave. His eyes are filled with pain, and he turns away.

When you get home, you leave a trail of belongings on the floor behind you. You go straight to your bed and crash. The only word you can think of to describe how you feel is awful. Nothing feels right anymore. Your stomach twinges, your brain aches, and your heart feels…broken.

There’s something that’s not right about what happened. You can’t stop thinking about Soonyoung’s eyes as you were leaving. He looked dejected and devastated. What could have happened to make him feel like that?

No matter what Cheol said, you can’t leave it alone. You take out your phone and text him. What happened today, Soonyoung? I can’t figure out what I’ve done to make Cheol say you need to be away from me.

You reach for the stuffed tiger at the foot of your bed. Soonyoung gave it to you for your birthday. He bought one for himself too. He said they were tiger best friends, just like the two of you were best friends. You’d suddenly felt nervous at his words, butterflies taking over your stomach. You hug it tight to your chest.

Your phone vibrates on the nightstand, and you immediately reach for it. You just know Soonyoung has said something funny to diffuse the tension and everything will be back to normal. He always makes everything better. You open your messages and your heart drops.

Maybe it is best if we don’t see each other for a while.

That’s it? That’s all he has to say after the tantrum he threw? What the hellis going on? You know there’s got to be more to the story.

Why?

It’s not you. It’s me.

That’s ridiculous! You’re not going to let him get away with spewing crap like that, so you call him out.

This isn’t some middle school romance where you can just throw out some bullshit excuse like that and then walk away. What’s going on? What are you not telling me?

You’re fuming. You watch the screen, waiting for his response. He’s typing and then it disappears. You wait for him to start typing again, but nothing comes. You can’t believe that he’s really not going to answer you.

Are you serious right now?

You’re taking all your anger out on your phone’s keyboard.

Yes, I’m serious.

You feel betrayed.

I guess the Kwon Soonyoung I thought I knew wasn’t the real man after all. Just a mask hiding someone I could never recognize.

Maybe this isn’t the real me, but I’m not the one who’s been wearing a mask.

You have no idea what he means. Is he accusing you of being fake? You’ve never once acted like anyone other than yourself; you’ve always been honest with him. You’ve never felt like you needed to wear a mask with him. From the moment you met, he’s made you feel accepted and cared for and you’ve not once been scared to be yourself.

Before you can think of a reply, Vernon texts you. Some of the guys are going to grab drinks and he’s inviting you along. You start to decline, but then change your mind. You need to forget how angry you are with Soonyoung, so you say yes.

They’re already at a spot close to your apartment, so you throw on some fresh clothes, put your hair into a ponytail, and grab a hoodie hanging by the door. Damn Soonyoung. With enough alcohol, you won’t care about what he said.

You walk into the bar and hear Vernon call your name. He’s there with Joshua, Mingyu, and Chan. You wave and make your way over to the table.

“Woah, Y/N,” Mingyu comments. “You okay? You look like you could kill someone.”

“I need a shot,” you reply.

Chan orders a round of tequila. You down it as soon as it arrives then grab another. You down that one plus one more before you say another word.

“Hey guys,” you smile sweetly.

“Feeling better?” Joshua chuckles.

“No, actually. What the hell is Soonyoung’s problem?” They live with him. Maybe they know something.

Joshua and Chan exchange some sort of look that you can’t decipher. Mingyu shrugs his shoulders, uninterested as he checks out a girl at the bar.

“Do we have to talk about that?” Vernon whines. “We came here to relax.”

“You’re right,” you agree. “I’m not going to let him ruin the rest of my day.”

Chan brings another round of shots. Vernon talks animatedly but you aren’t really listening. You said you weren’t going to let Soonyoung ruin your night but he’s the only thing on your mind.

“Y/N!” Vernon shakes your arm. “Did you hear what I said?”

You pat his hand. “Sorry, guess I zoned out.”

“Probably thinking about Soonyoung again,” Mingyu mutters.

“What is that supposed to mean?” you growl then down another shot.

“Come on, Y/N, even I can see it.”

“You can see what, Gyu?”

“You and Soonyoung. You — “Chan elbows him, cutting him off.

“What about Soonyoung and I?”

“Nothing,” Mingyu brushes it off. “I’m going to the bar.” He stalks off toward the girl he’s been eyeing.

Vernon grabs your hand, pulling you from the table. “Come on Y/N, let’s dance.”

You forget how angry and confused you are once you’re on the dance floor. The music is so loud you can’t hear yourself think anyway. Vernon smiles at you. You’re glad you came out; you needed the distraction.

You’ve been dancing for a while when a slow song begins playing. You turn to leave the dance floor, but Vernon grabs your hand. “Dance with me,” he pleads.

You chuckle, shake your head no, and try to pull away. Something about this doesn’t feel right. You shouldn’t be dancing with him like this. But he’s already pulled you close, and you don’t want to make things awkward so you follow his lead.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to say.” His mouth is next to your ear, his breath tickling you as he speaks. You giggle. If you hadn’t already had too much tequila, you’d have realized that your giggle was giving him the wrong impression. But the alcohol’s already traveling through your system and the only thing you’re thinking about is how funny it feels.

“I like you, Y/N.”

You jerk out of his arms, the alcohol fog clearing enough for you to realize what he said.

“I need some air,” you mutter and run off the dance floor. He follows you, catching your arm in the hallway by the bathroom.

You turn to face him, and he’s smiling. It makes you feel terrible for what you’re about to say. “I’m sorry, Vernon. But I don’t feel the same.”

His shoulders slump. “It’s Soonyoung, isn’t it?”

“What are you talking about? What does he have to do with this?”

“Boo told me not to confess. He said it was obvious you like Soonyoung, but I didn’t want to believe him. Now I know, it’s true.” He turns away from you and takes off down the hall.

You call after him, but he keeps walking. “Vernon, I’m sorry!”

Damn it! This is exactly what you didn’t want to happen. You make your way back to the table where Mingyu’s once again joined Joshua and Chan. He’s alone. He must be having shitty luck tonight too.

“Where’s Vernon?” Joshua asks as you sit down.

You stare him down angrily. “Did you know he was going to confess?”

“Oh, damn,” Chan winces. He slides a shot across the table to you. You wonder if you should stop drinking, but the knowing looks on their faces make you even angrier.

You take the shot then turn on them all. “You knew?!”

Joshua begins. “We thought he might. And we thought if we came along, then he’d chicken out. And everything would go back to normal.”

You roll your eyes. “What’s ‘normal’ supposed to look like?”

“You and Soonyoung, Y/N,” Mingyu abruptly interjects. “God, sometimes I think you’re denser than I am.”

You slam your fist on the table. “There’s been a lot of talk about me and Soonyoung as a single unit. You guys are acting like we’re a couple and Vernon just tried to steal me away from him or something.”

They look at each other like you’ve just stated the most obvious fact in existence. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Isn’t that basically what just happened?” Chan shrugs.

“We’re not a couple,” you declare assertively.

“You are. A couple of idiots,” Mingyu sneers.

Before you can retort, Joshua cuts you off. “Look, Y/N. I’m not sure it’s really our place to say anything — “

Mingyu scoffs. “Someone needs to say something because this is getting ridiculous.”

Joshua continues. “It’s a fact that Soonyoung likes you. And it’s pretty apparent that you like him to.”

“That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard!” you stutter.

“How exactly did you respond to Vernon when he confessed?” Chan smirks.

“I told him that I didn’t feel the same way about him.”

“And what did he say?” Joshua asks.

“He asked if…” They all look at you expectantly. “If it was because of Soonyoung,” you mumble.

“Ha!” Mingyu laughs. “See? Vernon knows you rejected him for Soonyoung. How can you not see what’s going on?”

Your mind starts racing with thoughts of your relationship with Soonyoung. You think about the gifts he’s given you that match ones he bought for himself. Looking back, they all seem like couple gifts.

You picture the way he stands over you, his chin resting on your head and his arms around you when you ask him to read a passage in English. And the way you’ve caught him twirling your hair around his fingers when he’s supposed to be listening to your lessons. It all seemed to flow so naturally; you never thought his touches meant anything more.

You’re overwhelmed by so many unrealized feelings bombarding you all at once. You storm away from the table, heading straight for the bar. You plan to drink yourself into forgetting, but you end up analyzing every moment that’s transpired between the two of you, looking for the clues you somehow missed. How could you not have seen the myriad of ways he showed you he cared about you?

You chastise yourself. What did you think it meant when he ran his hands soothingly over your back and listened to you vent to him about your bad day? Was there any other possible meaning when he pulled you onto his lap and fed you his birthday cake, bite by bite? And how else could it have been taken when he tried to teach you to dance and you felt his heart pounding through your chest when he pulled you close? Those things don’t happen between people who are only best friends.

You’re trying to wrap your head around what it all means when Joshua comes up behind you. “They nominated me to talk to you. Because I can speak English.” He smiles, shrugging his shoulders.

“I don’t think this would be any easier to understand in English,” you sigh.

“What’s there to understand, Y/N? Soonyoung is head over heels for you. Even though you were too dense to realize it, you’re just as crazy about him. There’s nothing keeping you from being happy, except yourself.”

You look at him. “Is it really that obvious to everyone but me?”

He pats your hand, trying to comfort you. He’s always the logical one. “How do you feel when Soonyoung brings you coffee made exactly the way you like it, even when he doesn’t have a lesson?”

You think for a minute before responding. “Important, like one of his priorities. Special because he’s memorized how I take my coffee.”

“How did you feel when he stormed out of practice today? When he turned away from you before you left?”

You don’t have to think too hard about your answer this time. “Awful. Confused. Desperate to fix what was wrong with…us.”

You sigh. Realization is breaking through the alcohol. He asks his last question.

“How would you feel if Soonyoung was here right now, if he had come here just for you, to take you home and take care of you because you’ve had way too much to drink?

Your answer’s immediate. “Loved.”

He’s smiling. “Then turn around, Y/N, so you can feel loved.”

You mumble a cross between what and how before looking behind you. Your eyes are blurry with tears, but you can make out Soonyoung’s silhouette. You’d be able to recognize him anywhere.

“Soonyoung?”

He walks toward you. When he’s close enough that you can smell his mint toothpaste, he sighs. “What were you thinking, Y/N?”

You scrunch your nose in a frown. “You didn’t have to come all the way here to berate me.”

“I came all the way here to bring you home.” He tries to take your hand, but you pull away.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” you growl at him.

“I’m not here to babysit you. I’m here because I care about you.”

You cross your arms and turn away from him. “You have a funny way of showing it.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry about what happened today. I shouldn’t have told you I didn’t want to see you. Please, just let me take you home. We can talk about it there.”

You turn to snap at him but lose your balance. He calls your name and the next thing you know; he’s scooped you up in his arms.

“I’m taking you home. Now.”

You don’t think to resist him, not even for a second. His arms are sturdy and safe, so you lean in, inhaling the fresh, sweet scent of his cologne. As your nose brushes against his neck, he shudders. You giggle and he looks down at you, frowning.

“Don’t do that, Y/N.”

“Soonie, you smell good,” you coo. You’re blissfully drunk, and now that he’s here, you’re unable to stop what comes out of your mouth.

He stops. “What did you call me?”

“Soonie.” You touch his cheek and his eyes flutter shut. “My sweet, sweet Soonie.”

He swallows hard. “You’ve never called me that before.”

“You don’t like it?” you pout. “It’s cute, like you.” You boop him on the nose and giggle.

“You’re drunk, Y/N. You need to go home.”

Once you’re outside, he sits you down on the sidewalk. You grin at him then squeeze his biceps. “You’re so strong, Soonie.”

“Come on,” he mumbles, grabbing your hand tightly and pulling you down the sidewalk toward your apartment.

“Are you coming home with me?” you chirp. He doesn’t respond. “That’s so scandalous!” you add, drawing out your words for emphasis. He still doesn’t reply.

You stop walking and pull your hand away. “I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me.” You stomp your feet like a little child.

“Please, Y/N. Just let me get you home, then we can talk all you want, I promise.”

You grin mischievously, crossing your arms. “Only if you give me a piggyback ride.”

His eyes widen. “You’re serious?”

“Absolutely. If you don’t, then I’m staying right here.” You plop down on the sidewalk to emphasize your point.

“Get up, Y/N.” You cock your head to the side waiting for him to give in, which he does. “Fine!”

You spring to your feet. When he turns around, you jump on his back. He holds you with ease and takes off down the street again. For a few blocks he carries you in silence, your chin nuzzled against his cheek. He’s warm and comfortable and you start to get sleepy.

“Do you know why I wanted you to carry me, Soonie?” He shakes his head. “Because I like your muscles,” you giggle. “You’re really handsome, you know.”

You feel his body tense under you. “What’s wrong?” you ask.

He puts you down. “Nothing. We’re here. Where are your keys?” You shrug your shoulders, and he groans. “Give me your purse.”

He holds out his hand, and his stoic look turns to irritation when you only stand there giggling.

“Y/N!”

You can’t stop laughing. “If you want it, come get it,” you challenge him.

“I’m tired of playing games, Y/N! Just hand me your purse so I can find your keys.”

You don’t move, so he takes a step closer. Hesitantly, he reaches into the bag that’s draped across your shoulder. He carefully rifles through the pockets looking for the keys.

“Soonie,” you whisper.

“Hmmm?” He’s still looking through your purse.

“Soonie!”

“What, Y/N?” He looks at you, exasperated.

“I’m tired of playing games too.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself up on your tiptoes. You close your eyes and lean into him, your lips pressing softly against his. He’s stiff with shock for just a moment, then his lips melt into yours. You hum with delight. You had no idea how delicious his kiss would taste.

Suddenly he pulls away. “What are you doing, Y/N?”

“Um, obviously I’m kissing you, silly.”

“We can’t do this,” he mumbles.

“Why not?” you object. “Shua said you like me.”

“It’s not about me, Y/N.” He sounds angry and you don’t like it. “What about Vernon? You shouldn’t be kissing me when you two like each other.” He looks away from you.

“Vernon?” You’d forgotten about his confession after the last shot of tequila. “Don’t worry about him, Soonie.” You try to grab his hand and pull him close to you again, but he jerks away.

“What do you mean ‘Don’t worry about him’? I’m not going to kiss another man’s girlfriend!”

When you realize where his thoughts are headed, you burst out laughing. “What’s so funny?” he snaps.

“Vernon is NOT my boyfriend, Soonie. And he never will be.”

He drops his eyes, his face turning crimson. “Oh,” he mutters.

You touch his chin, tipping his face back up so you can look in his eyes. “Vernon will never be my boyfriend,” you continue, “because I like someone else.”

“Oh,” he repeats. He tries to look away again, but you don’t let him.

“Ugh! Kwon Soonyoung!” you gasp. “Sometimes you can be such an idiot!” His eyes widen in confusion, and you playfully punch him in the arm.

“It’s you, Soonyoung! You’re the one I like.” For the longest time, he stares at you. “Are you going to say anything?”

“I thought that you liked Vernon, that’s why…” he runs his hands through his hair nervously.

“Why what?

“I overheard Vernon telling Boo that he was going to confess. And I thought you liked him too; you always smile at him, and he buys chocolates especially for you. Then I saw you talking and laughing today at practice. I thought you guys were a couple.”

“Maybe you should have stuck around to hear all of their conversation. Boo told Vernon not to confess because everyone already assumed that I like you.”

He shoves his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground. He’s too embarrassed to look at you.

“Wait a minute,” you tease him. “Is that why you threw a temper tantrum at practice? Because you were jealous?”

“I wasn’t jealous!” he shouts.

You reach for his hand again, drawing him close to you, and brushing the hair out of his eyes. “I think that it’s absolutely adorable that you were jealous of Vernon.”

“I wasn’t jealous,” he pouts. “And it wasn’t a tantrum; I was upset.”

“Oh really?”

“I thought you chose Vernon…because I wasn’t good enough. I thought I had lost you.”

“My sweet Soonie,” you murmur, caressing his cheek. He presses his forehead to yours.

“I love the way that sounds,” he whispers.

“When I call you Soonie?”

“No,” he answers, looking into your eyes. “When you call me yours.”

Cautiously, he brings his mouth closer to yours. When his lips are just out of reach, he whispers to you. “Can I please be yours?”

“You already are.”

You close your eyes and the kiss that follows is the most tender moment of your life. His arms envelop your waist, and your bodies meld together in contentment that’s been way too long arriving.

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Pancakes For Dinner

Short little ficlet based on this song <3

Pt. 1, Pt. 2 (coming soon)

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Eddie is pacing his living room back and forth back and forth back and forth back and—

“Dude will you sit down you’re making yourself more stressed!!” Chrissy yells at him from their couch.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me Chris, I'm a writer this is what I do! So why is it so fucking hard to write a best man speech for my best friend, besides you of course Chris” Eddie adds to the end in quickly to cover his ass.

“probably because you’ve been in love with him since high school eds! And you need to tell him, because if you don’t he will marry that stupid rich bitch his mommy set him up with who he’s only marrying to make her happy and because he thinks he has no shot with you! And somewhere down the line probably 6-10 years in they’ll get a terrible divorce and he’ll have an early midlife crisis and buy a boat or a condo in Florida. he’s settling and he knows it and you are ignoring it.”

Eddie stops in his tracks and looks at Chrissy. they grew up together, practically siblings. eddie’s mom nannied for her family and eventually, Eddie was born and so was Chrissy. Raised together like siblings as Chrissy was the youngest of 3 sisters who were all moved out by the time Chris could walk. she has been here through every broken bone (4), every school play (6), a gay crisis, and one big fat crush on his guy best friend.

Steve and Eddie meet in freshman year English class. well, not Eddie’s freshman year, Steve’s. Eddie was two years older than Steve and so ended up being his English tutor to get extra credit in his own lit class. Eddie was smart, he just hated school. And yeah he repeated senior year twice making him and Steve graduate at the same time, but they both got the same degree in the end.

“I just don’t get it!” Steve would yell about Romeo and Juliet and Huckleberry Finn and Frankenstein and Dracula and pretty much any book he had to read…

Eddie would always smile and say “Don't worry steve-o, that’s what I'm here for”

Eventually tutor sessions turned into to hang out sessions turned into smoke sessions turned into crashing on one another’s couch. and yeah they’ve woken up a few times in… not totally platonic positions, but they were high and half asleep, no one could be blamed, so they didn’t talk about it. but Eddie and Chrissy did.

“Chris he doesn’t like me like that!” Eddie finally says responding to her.

“Bullshit! If he’s not in love with you then Robin and I are a straight couple!”

“That doesn’t make sense—“

“Shut up it doesn’t matter. how about you write two speeches. one where you pore you’re heart and soul out to him declaring your undying gay love, and then write the one that’s appropriate to say at his wedding. I would say just tell him now, but you know it’s your life, all I know is you need to get it off your chest one way or another.”

She was right. Eddie kissed her on the head and walked to his room and locked the door.

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Eddie didn’t even make it two steps into the bar before Lucas, Dustin, Mike, and Will, some kids Steve started babysitting in high school to make some extra cash who grew up to be both of their favorite gaggle of kids, cornered him by the door.

“so what are you going to do?” Dustin asks

Eddie looked at all four of them, “I plan to get him shitfaced, hold his hair back when he eventually throws it all up, and have the perfect hangover cure for him waiting in the morning so he can… make it down the aisle.”

Mike rolls his eyes, “You know that’s not what we are talking about.”

“We are talking about you stopping Steve from marrying the Richie Bitch!” will whisper yells.

The envelope in Eddie’s coat pocket suddenly weighs about 100 tons. He didn’t know why he brought it. The letter is about three pages long with lots of chicken scratch and eraser marks, but it’s all of Eddie on paper. And maybe he’ll give it to Steve, maybe he won’t. He hadn’t quite decided yet. “What makes you think I can stop him?” Eddie asks.

“Because you’re the only one he listens to, besides Robin, but even she’s getting desperate!” Lucas pipes in.

“Guys, I’ve tried, We’ve all tried. He’s not budging, all we can do is be there for him through all of it. Eventually, it will crash and burn but until then, we put on fake ass smiles and we are happy for him.” Eddie says addressing all of them, “Now I’m going to grab a table, order a round of drinks, and I expect all of you to just focus on making Steve’s party the best part it possibly could be.”

He shoved past them to grab a booth, set his jacket down, and went to the bar. And yeah he downed a couple, maybe a few, okay a handful of shots, for confidence, that's all. The longer he sat there the more he wanted to pull his hair out individually by each strand. He knew he couldn’t let Steve go through with it, but he didn’t want to lose Steve completely, because that would break him. Like completely and totally shatter him into a million pieces that would get scattered into the wind. And yes, Eddie was aware of how cliche he was starting to sound.

Eventually, he made it back to the table with a round of drinks for everyone, Steve walked in looking, well looking gorgeous. It’s like that moment in the movies where the whole room disappears and it is just the two main characters. There’s a love song playing, except this is a crowded dive bar and they are playing some Zeppelin song that Eddie can’t take the time to name because Steve walks in with too tight a shirt and too tight pants and Eddie is only a man.

And suddenly the envelope in his pocket is not only 100 tons but also on fire.

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Pt.2 coming soon...

#stranger things #steddie #ficlet

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scolpimpisdiary · 2 years

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From Me To You-Part One

Pannacotta Fugo x Fem!Reader🍰

SFW! No Advisory Warnings Needed

Word Count:1,868

Part Two Link

The both of you had just gotten back from a pretty gruesome mission. Half the team was banged up except you and Fugo, the both of you only attaining minor cuts and bruises. Once he was done bandaging up a weeping Narancia and you took care of Mista’s bullet hole wounds, he quietly walked over to the table and sat next to you as your hands nursed a book.

"Hey.." Fugo muttered, catching your attention. You shot him a warm smile as you closed your book. "What's up? How's Narancia doing?"

He let out an exhausted sigh, mumbling "He's fine, kind of.." then plopped down onto the chair next to you. Pulling out a laptop, Fugo began taking various notes. His head bobbed slightly, and his eyelids drooped.

A look of concern crept onto your face. "..Don't you wanna go home and get some sleep?"

Fugo shook his head in disagreement, continuing to type down various words and phrases onto the luminescent device. "No...I'm almost done and need to have this finished for my tutoring session with Narancia tomorrow.."

You rolled your eyes and responded. "Okay, suit yourself"

After that, you scooched over to his chair a little, gently resting your head on his shoulder to watch him type. His calm, focused appearance was so cute you'd think. Fugo was both too distracted and tired to notice any of this, until you spoke of course.

"So what's all this anyway?"

He glanced up at you for a second, his cheeks soon shifting from its usual pale hue to a reddish one. ''Oh, u-um.." Fugo cleared his throat. " Right now me and Narancia are m-moving on to a new math subject...''

"So he's finally getting the hang of it then? That's amazing!" You cheered, wrapping your arm around Fugo's and squeezing it slightly. "It's cool that you're doing that for him.."

"Yeah.." the blond replied. The both of you continued talking for a bit, your head still resting on Fugo's shoulder as your eyes scanned the computer screen. Unbeknownst to you, he could feel his heart beating out of his chest.

Mista nudged Narancia, snickering lowly as they witnessed Fugo burning up from your display of affection. "Well that woke him up!" he said, as Abbacchio soon joined in with a low chuckle.

After a couple more moments, you checked the time on your watch, realizing it was 6:00pm. You usually stayed with the crew at Libeccio till 8, but you had a long day ahead of you tomorrow as you had to go shopping and tend to other duties around Naples.

“Leaving already?” Abbacchio called out, seeing you walk away from the table with your things. “Yep. Gotta go to the store tomorrow”

“Can I come with? I can help you carry bags!” Narancia beamed.

“Yeah no, last time you made me buy you a bunch of sweets..” You told the slim-figured boy, smirking.

“Aw..”

“Narancia, we have a lesson tomorrow remember?” Fugo interjected. You chuckled to yourself as the black-haired boy let out a low groan of displeasure. When making your way out of Libeccio, the echoes of the crew’s chatting grew quieter and quieter.

Once Mista was sure you were gone, he let out a mischievous smirk and nudged Fugo’s shoulder. “Listen, it’s pretty obvious that you guys like each other. Why not take Y/n out somewhere nice and get to know her a little more?”

"Like a date?"

"Yeah man, that's exactly what i mean."

Fugo quickly shook his head. “Well I can’t..”

“Why not?” Narancia questioned. And even though he didn't say anything, Abbacchio was silently following along.

Fugo went quiet for a moment, this time the crew was staring at him, not saying a word as they waited for the blonde’s response.

After a couple moments, Fugo finally spoke. “ it’s because Bucciarati said that we can’t really get too close to our teammates..."

Brief looks were exchanged between everyone until Mista started laughing and blurted out “Listen man, I get that you can be a goody-two-shoes but come on, nobody listens to all those damn rules Bucciarati makes up! Just enjoy yourself.”

Narancia soon joined in on the discussion. “Yeah, remember that time on Valentines' Day where he said we weren’t allowed to have Valentines or accept gifts from anyone?”

Abbacchio then shook his head at Narancia’s response. “That part does make sense though, people could easily tamper with gifts. But some of the rules he makes up can be unreasonable.”

Mista went up to Fugo, loosely snaking one arm around his shoulder. “I guess all I'm trying to say is, just be yourself, enjoy your life and hang out with Y/n. I’m pretty sure Bucciarati isn’t gonna care. Well, maybe a little but he’ll just have to deal with it!”

He continued to encourage the nervous boy over the next few hours. Once everyone had called it a night and went home, Fugo sat in his room and thought for a while.

“Maybe they’re right..” he mumbled to himself.

Even with all of the advice given to him, he still didn’t have a single clue about how to approach you for a date. Fugo never paid much attention to relationships in the past. Coupled with his anxieties surrounding it and just not being that experienced, he didn’t know what to actually say to you.

As Fugo’s mind was preoccupied with thoughts, his eyes wandered over to a sheet of paper that was accompanied by a worn-down ballpoint pen resting peacefully against the hardwood desk. He let out a low hum.

“A pen..and paper?”

After a couple seconds, an idea popped into his head. Fugo decided to confess his feelings toward you the best way he knew how. He let out a small sigh, "Maybe I don't have to say anything at all.."

Grabbing the pen and paper, Fugo began to write.

❣︎♡︎❣︎♡︎❣︎♡︎❣︎♡︎❣︎♡︎❣︎♡︎❣︎

It was morning time, and you had awoken to the sound of a frenzied knock on your front door. Immediately jolting out of bed, you groggily stumbled out of your room and into the hallway to investigate. As you carefully opened your door and peeked outside, a small envelope with a flower caught your eye.

“What is this?”

As you examined it closer, you’d realized that it had your name on it. You opened the letter and read it, but couldn’t shake the feeling of someone watching you from afar. Your eyes inspected the area once more for any suspecting person but still couldn’t see anyone nearby.

You decided to shrug it off and focus back onto the letter. When you finished reading it, a smile curled onto your lips.

It was a short love letter from Fugo, asking you to go to dinner with him. It was simple and a little old-fashioned for your taste, but you admired it either way.

You held the letter close to you for a second and then walked back inside and closed the door.

A loud rustling came from a hedge nearby, only for Fugo to emerge from around it seconds later. He dusted himself off, making sure to rid himself of any tiny twigs or jagged leaves that may have gotten hooked onto the holes of his outfit. He sighed and glanced at your front door one more time. “I hope it worked..” Fugo told himself, making his way to Libeccio to catch up with the crew for the day.

❣︎♡︎❣︎♡︎❣︎♡︎❣︎♡︎❣︎♡︎❣︎♡︎❣︎

“You gave her a fucking letter?!” Mista projected in disbelief. Fugo shook his head. “Now hold on! Last time I checked, you told me to be myself!”

He then stood up and pointed to an unsuspecting Abbacchio who quietly sipped on his tea in the corner. “ Hey Abbacchio, letters aren’t that bad right?”

“Don’t drag me into this shit Fugo.” He spoke, collecting his beverage and exiting the room to as an effort to escape the impending drama. Narancia continued to watch from the guidelines as Mista covered his hands with his face, letting out an exasperated sigh. “No shit I told you to be yourself! But a letter? Like, mailbox letter? Come on man it isn’t 1950! Y/n is definitely gonna say no.”

This hurt Fugo way more than Mista could tell. He was angry, sure, but also upset at the fruitless beration. He was only trying his best, after all.

With his head held low and lips that were curled in a frown, the teenage boy was about to turn away and leave the room, that is until he heard a familiar pair of footsteps make their way inside. Fugo turned around to see you near the doorway, holding his letter. Mista and Narancia were caught off guard by this as well, the two assuming that you would be running errands.

“Hey Y/N!” Narancia shouted, waving at you. “I thought you were supposed to be busy or something!”

You nodded and walked over to the crew.

“Yeah, but I’ve actually finished early, and decided to stop by and see how you guys were doing..” You then turned to Fugo. “Hey can I talk to you real quick?”

He seemed surprised for a second, his wide deep-hued eyes easily giving him away.

Fugo then adjusted his tie out of nervousness. “Sure..”

As the two of you left, both Narancia and Mista gave the boy a look of concern, wondering how the conversation between you both would play out after the letter.

You and Fugo sat outside the restaurant, far away from the prying eyes and ears of your crew members. He looked tense and started rambling to you almost instantly.

“It’s about the letter isn’t it? I knew it was a shit idea! I’m so sor-“

“No no, not at all..actually..” you replied, causing him to pause in his words. A little taken a back, he stayed silent for a moment and waited for you to continue.

“..I thought it was cute. I’d love to go out with you Fugo”

“Really?”

You nodded, a warm tinge of red creeping onto both you and Fugo’s cheeks as he struggled to hide an evident smile. You couldn’t help but feel warm at his genuine display of happiness. Seeing the most authentic version of him had always delighted you.

Both you and Fugo continued to engage in conversation, mainly arrangements for the date, agreeing to tomorrow night around 7:30pm.

Later on as he entered back into Libeccio, he quietly gathered his things in order to head back home. Both Mista and Narancia rushed up to him. “So,” The older teen nudged, “what did she say?”

If the blonde’s rose-tinted cheeks didn’t give it away, the shy grin and slight stuttering definitely did. “W-well..I have a date..”

The two teens high-fived. Narancia was the most excited out of the pair, jumping up and down as if he were the one that was going on a date. But truth be told, he was truly happy for Fugo. “I knew you could do it man!” the boy told him. Mista was a bit surprised, but still proud nonetheless.

He patted Fugo on the back. “Hey, maybe I was wrong. But that doesn’t matter anymore, now we gotta get you ready for that date!”

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