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— .best date ever! // matt sturniolo

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

plot summary : when the cute guy in your class asks you out on a date, you’re more than happy to go. but you didn’t expect a fun time at the amusement park would end in the back seat of his car with your clothes off and his lips on yours.

content warnings : very mature themes (18+ MINORS DNI) strong language, small mention of anxiety. fluffy plot with porn at the end! first date things and matt being down bad for reader. tension in a photobooth ;) smutty car sex, oral sex and unprotected p in v (pls don’t do this!be safe!)

a/n : i’m a slut for a man who can drive. that’s it. also this is my first time writing smut so i hope it's up to standards lmaooo i really dk how i feel about this either… like always all likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated <333

wc : 5.5k

"Fuck! I have nothing to wear!"

Saturday night and you were stressing, half of your closet was scattered around your bedroom floor and your desk was a mess with makeup and hair products. The whole room smelt like perfume, vanilla lotion and nail polish from the last two hours you’ve been getting ready.

It was finally the night of your date with Matt and you were beyond nervous. You’ve known each other since middle school but you mostly talked in English class for the past four years - just simple ‘hi’s’ and exchanged smiles.

It took you by surprise when Matt asked you out on Wednesday because you had no idea that he had any type of attraction for you. In school he was quiet, played a few sports and only hung out with his brothers and best friends. You didn’t know much other than that.

Stalking his instagram didn’t offer much

But you were glad he was taking you out. It was the first time a guy has actually wanted to go on a date with you and Matt seemed really genuine. You were excited for once because usually being with guys has always left you feeling used, empty and no good. But this was different.

Matt had asked you for your number too when he asked you out and obviously you couldn’t say no when he looked down at you like you hung the moon so you had been texting each other a couple times for the past three days.

It was only very casual but instead of asking for pictures of your tits, he’d actually ask about your day and would make you laugh with unfunny jokes. So yeah, it was definitely different.

After twenty hectic minutes later and your mom bombarding your personal space to ask about the date, you had finally picked out an outfit - cute and simple with a hint of sexy and hot. It was good and you looked good in it.

When your phone vibrated from a message notification, you knew it was Matt and your gut swirled with butterflies. After dousing yourself in some more perfume, topped up your lipgloss and fixed up your hair, you check your phone.

from matt🤍 i’m outside :)

You immediately go into panic mode when you hear the doorbell ring and you couldn’t have ran downstairs any faster than right now. "Honey? Is that your date? I wanna meet –

"Bye mom! Be back by midnight! Love you!" Matt drops the kind smile and rehearsed lines in his head when you’re slamming your front door and dragging him back to the car by his hand as he looks back in case your parents walked out, "Was I not supposed to knock? I didn’t know."

You glance at your door when you turn to him, looking up with a smile. "It’s okay, I just didn’t want my mom to start yapping on if she saw you, we’d both we there for hours." Matt nods at your explanation, forgetting about the flowers in his hand when he actually looks at you.

His eyes trail up and down to check you out, the way your skirt clung to your hips was enough to make his head spin and cock twitch. Matt couldn’t believe that tonight he was the one you were all dressed up pretty for and the thought made his tummy swirl. He felt more nervous after realising he was staring.

Luckily you didn’t even notice because you were doing the exact same thing. Your eyes trained on the chain around his neck before they glance all the way down to the rings on his hands and that’s when you see the sweet smelling flowers. You try to ignore the veins popping out from how tight he was holding them. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck

"These are for you,"

Matt holds out the flowers and you grab them off of him, fingers brushing against his as you beam. "This is really sweet, Matt. You didn’t have to do all of this," you couldn’t believe you were already blushing over some flowers and Matt just shakes his head with a smile, "I wanted to, don’t worry."

There’s a pause when Matt just looks down at you, bashful smiles on both of your faces and he liked the way your eyes looked more light with the sunset in your face. Now, there was tension in the air surrounding the two of you.

"Well thank you, really." Your voice was genuine but small, turning shy under Matt’s gaze as you avoid his eyes by looking at the flowers in awe.

"C’mon, let’s go." You look up and see Matt holding the passenger door open, "get in." He nods his head and you comply, leaning down to get in the car and immediately smelling his natural scent. It was nice, sort of safe.

"Where are we even going anyways?"

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"Oh my god! You’re such a cheat!"

A loud set of giggles escape your mouth when you see Matt get more and more aggravated from the game of mini golf. He hides his own smile whilst shaking his head, focusing on getting his blue ball into the hole where your red one was already in, sitting nicely. "I am not!"

The fluorescent lights from the Ferris wheel was reflecting down on both of your faces, brightening the whole mini golf course in multicolours and it made the whole experience better. The amusement park was really busy for a Saturday night so when you both arrived, Matt used the excuse of 'not wanting to lose you' to hold your hand. It was silly but it made you smile anyways.

You then spent the next two hours holding his hand, laughing and competing against each other in those little mini game stalls that gave you a teddy as a prize. But Matt had won you a little heart keychain that already held so much significance to you already, you knew you'd keep it forever. He then dragged you on a couple of rollercoaster rides with the promise that you could drag him into mini golf afterwards.

Matt didn't realise that you were actually really good at it.

"I'm gonna get this next one, just watch." After throwing you a promising look, Matt focuses on the ball and you grin at the way his tongue poked out in concentration before he hits it with his little matching blue club and it finally goes into the hole. "See? Told you," his eyes light up when he looks back up at you with a smug smile on his face and you match his excitement, naturally wrapping your arms around his shoulders for a hug. "I knew you could!"

Matt's heart flutters for the 100th time tonight and he completely melts into your touch, wrapping his hands around your waist tightly. Your bodies swayed together in a moment of celebration and Matt could feel how warm you were against him.

"But guess what?" You both pulled away but you still kept yourself close when you look up at Matt with a playful smile and twinkling eyes that made him adore you, "what?" He knew full well what but seemed to find himself enjoying entertaining your banter in the last few hours.

"I still win," you let out a soft chuckle at his teasing glare, positively ignoring the way his simple touch made you feel so alive when you hugged. "Do you?" Matt questions quietly, tilting his head to the side that made you mirror his expression. Before you could answer, his hands were wrapped back around your waist and tickling your sides.

To an outsiders perspective, you and Matt looked like a young and happy couple that were very much in love with one another. The way your bodies just naturally gravitated towards each other so easily with either a simple touch or a quick glance seemed normal.

Matt was comforting. And he made you feel safe in every sense of the meaning. It was difficult to describe how you felt right now because you didn't understand it whatsoever but you knew you could be your genuine self and that's what mattered the most. You just had no idea how to tell him or if you should say anything at all.

"Ah! Stop! I can't breathe!"

Matt lets out a loud laugh, letting go of your body to almost keel over in laughter at the snort that just appeared in the middle of giggles. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment, eyes wide as you hold your cheeks in complete disbelief that Matt just heard your ugly laugh on the first date. "Oh my god! Pretend you didn't hear that."

"No way that just happened," Matt calms his laughter, looking at the way your cheeks burned red and smiling. He knew you were embarrassed but he didn’t want you to be, it was cute.

But in hopes to make you feel better, he quickly changed the subject.

Turning to grab the golf balls, he walks over to throws an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close. "C’mon, let’s go winner." You jokingly poke his side that makes him flinch and it makes you both laugh, "you’re such an idiot."

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It had maybe been a half hour later and more smiles and small touches had been shared over some cinnamon churros. The sky was pitch black now and the air was colder. The amusement park was becoming more packed with teenagers and college kids instead of the typical families with their small children.

You could tell that Matt was more comfortable around you now in comparison to when he first picked you up. Conversation was easy with him, talking about anything or anyone and still finding it interesting. You learned more about the sports he played and his family and friends.

The conversations never expanded any deeper than casual and it was actually a relief. For some reason you wanted to find things about Matt through time and peeling back layers the more you got to know each other. You liked it better that way because it was real to you.

"Oh look! There’s a photobooth,"

Matt’s eyes looked away from you to glance at whatever you were pointing at in hopes you didn’t catch him staring and was thankful for the colourful string lights scattered above you that cleverly hid his blush. His fingers brushed softly against yours when you walked side by side, itching to touch you.

He had been stealing shy glances at you all night and kept thinking about how he could ask you out again after the night was over. But all night his anxious mind had tried to betray him and things like holding your hand needed a lot of courage to do despite the relieved feeling afterwards.

"You wanna go?" His hands twitched at his sides and when you look back at Matt with a smile, his mind went blank when you grabbed his hand this time with such ease. "C��mon," you dragged him towards the empty photobooth, quickly dodging the crowds of people in your way in hopes it’ll stay empty. "Excuse me! Thank you!"

Your hand was still holding his when you looked past the beige curtain and down at the tiny seat that was supposed to fit the both of you. "Oh."

Matt entwined his hand away from yours to slip past you and sit on the seat, manspreading and tapping his lap. "Come here," you watch in awe and the low tone of his voice gives you no choice but to lower yourself down on his thigh, fiddling with the ends of your skirt shyly. "Is this okay?"

Matt didn’t answer and just pulled the curtain shut and leaving you both under shitty, dim lights and away from everyone’s eyes.

"Are you okay?" His voice soft when he looks back at you, glancing at your lips and back to your eyes. Your heart races from the closeness and you just let out a strangled hum, "mhm." You nod.

Matt just gives you a cocky grin, "good." The heat between your legs throbs when his arm wraps around your waist and rests on your bare thigh to toy with the bottom of your skirt. He leans over to touch the screen, tightening his grip on your body and you could barely focus.

You were convinced he knew what he was doing and the worst thing about it was that it felt right. You didn’t want anything like this to happen tonight, if anything, nothing sexual at all with Matt because you were scared of losing something you never had.

But whatever this was felt different.

"You ready?" You blinked at him, an arm wrapped around his neck when he just looks at you. A look so simple that made you feel so much. "Yeah," you try to disregard your thoughts for the next five minutes of happiness.

Matt caught you by surprise when he squished your face for the first photo and just before the light flashed, you squished his face too. The two of you trying to smile at the camera with your hands wrapped around each other’s faces.

"Funny faces?" You suggested for the next photo, blissfully unaware of Matt’s hand coming over your head when he nods in agreement. The second shot is with Matt sticking his tongue out and looking at your cross eyes and your pout, trying not to laugh at the bunny ears.

Afterwards, you both just laughed together.

"Hey, look at me," Matt whispers and gently grabs your jaw to pull your face towards his, the small smile on your face disappearing when your eyes meet. Your skin turned hot when his fingers began stroking up and down your thigh lightly, making your skirt shift further up your hips. "Yeah?" You felt breathless.

Neither of you realise the camera just took another shot because all Matt could focus on was the need to kiss you. He was already half hard in his jeans just from you sitting on his lap and he could feel the cotton of your panties rub against his thigh. You were driving him crazy.

Matt really did want to kiss you more than anything and he knew you did too with the way you leaned closer and fluttered your eyes but he just couldn't. He had no idea why and it was frustrating, he felt like a complete coward. Why can't he just kiss you?

Your face drops when Matt lets out a frustrated sigh, dropping his hand and leaning his head into your neck to close his eyes. "You're so beautiful," he whines softly and you can feel him leave a quick peck to your skin which makes you feel weak so you look down at him in confusion. "Is something wrong?" You ask lowly.

When Matt looks into your eyes, you could see how his pupils were blown out and it was captivating. For a moment you're convinced he's either going to tell you what's up or kiss you when his lips part but nothing happens and you feel confused. "Matt?"

The loud speaker of an AI voice cuts you both off to let you know that your photos have been printed and to leave the booth. You let out a sigh when Matt immediately stands up, gently pushing you off his lap and pulling the curtain back open. You couldn't even focus on anything else when you follow after Matt like a puppy.

"Matt?" You call after him when you see that he was walking away, "Where are you going?" Pulling back his tattooed arm to make him look at your frown and you notice the strip of photos of you both in his hand. You couldn't figure out what he was thinking with the way he was looking down at you. "I thought we were having a good night."

In reality, Matt felt embarrassed. His mind was working in overdrive and wouldn't blame you if you thought he was an asshole. He was angry at himself for leading you on like that because that was never his intention. He really did want to kiss you and touch you without worrying constantly about little things.

"Let me take you home, yeah?"

Matt spoke softly but didn't wait for an answer from you before walking through the carpark and you once again had no other choice but to follow after him. You didn't want to end the night like this. You refused to.

"I don't want to go home yet," Matt hears you whisper and feels your hand pulling on his arm again so he turns back around to glance down at you. He sighs when he sees the dejected look in your eyes but the touch of your fingers trailing his tattoos makes his head spin and now he could only think about one thing.

"Get in the car."

The low hum of Matt's playlist was playing quietly when he drives into an empty carpark, surrounded by nothing but trees. Since the Photobooth incident, neither of you have talked and you're pretty sure Matt hasn't even looked your way. "Where are we?"

There’s a pause that makes you look at Matt properly. You knew he wanted to say something with the look on his face and you felt bad. It was like one moment the two of you were having the best night ever to being in awkward silence.

"I’m sorry."

You didn’t know why Matt was apologising to you because there was nothing to apologise for, not really anyways. You weren’t that much of a bitch to get angry at him for what happened earlier because it was clear there was more to it.

"You don’t have to say -

"I like you, okay?" This catches you off guard - even after all of the hand holding and longing glances tonight - it doesn't stop the fluttery feeling in your gut from hearing it out loud.

"I really really like you." Matt's voice breaks in desperation and you look at him staring at his front wheel like it's the most interesting thing ever. The light in the car was dimly lit so it was hard to read Matt's expression from the angle you're sitting at.

Matt doesn’t give you a second to reply, "and every second of this night has been like heaven and now i feel like such an asshole for leading you on like that because that was never my intention. I would never do that to you."

Finally, your eyes meet.

"I really did want to kiss you." The needy tone in his voice was driving you crazy and your body slowly gravitated towards his over the console. Matt never took his eyes off of you, eyes glancing at your lips when you speak. "It’s okay."

The way you’re looking at him now was enough for Matt to grab your face and bring your lips to his. You can feel the coldness of his rings on your skin when his tongue slips into your mouth and it makes you whimper, clenching your thighs together and reaching for Matt.

A strangled groan escapes his throat when he feels your hand pulling on his hair and he has to stop himself from dragging you on his lap. The low music playing in the background is drowned out by your lips smacking together and all of the pent up feelings Matt's had all night has just rushed straight to his dick. He had to pull away.

"Fuck." Matt mumbles and you watch him try to adjust his jeans, lifting his hips and pulling on the waistband. Your lips are plumper than usual and you slowly wipe them with a small smile when Matt looks over at you, "You're driving me crazy."

You know Matt's hard when you glance back down but you're taken by surprise when you really see how big he is. His rushed attempt of tucking it into his waistband was a failure. Matt knows you've seen how hard he was and it makes him blush. When he feels your hand trailing up and down his arm, it makes his breath hitch and that makes you smirk, "You're so cute."

"Shut up." He's smiling when he kisses you again and it does in fact shut you up. The kiss turns from sweet and tender to rough and needy in a second. Once you feel Matt's hands trail from your face and down your body, you're the first one to initiate more when you grab his hand and guide it between your thighs.

Matt pulls away and with half-lidded eyes, he looks down to see your legs spread and your flipped skirt covering his hand. "You're so wet," he chuckles softly when you moan, eyes rolling back when his fingers touch you through your panties. "This is what you do to me."

"Do you-" Matt stops mid sentence when you begin to kiss down his neck and pulls away to look at you properly, "Do you wanna go in the backseat?" You notice how blown out his pupils look and it makes his eyes darker in the dim light and you imagine looking at them every morning as you both lay together with the warm light reflecting through the windows.

Matt gets nervous at your silence.

"We don't have to, I don't expect anything from you if that's what you're wondering." He reassures, not wanting to say the wrong thing and scare you off. In all honesty, Matt didn't expect anything like this to happen when he kissed you but this was in the moment and for some reason it felt right. But he'd never make you do anything you weren't comfortable with. "I can just take you home if that's -

"I want to." You cut him off.

"Yeah?" Matt sighs with relief and he smiles when you nod. "Yeah." You mirror his smile and with a quick kiss to your lips, you watch him unbuckle his seatbelt and climb into the backseat with such ease that makes you wonder if he's done this before.

"C'mere." Matt taps his lap and you glance down at his dick once more before climbing over the seats to go to him. In your perfectly awkward fashion, you end up practically tripping into Matt's lap and he quickly grabs the back of your thighs to steady you as you both giggle quietly together. "Sorry." You whisper.

"You really are beautiful," The way he looks up at you feels so intimate and sincere that it makes you think that nobody has ever looked at you like Matt does and that realisation was scary yet so endearing. "I bet you say that to all of the girls you seduce into the backseat of your car," You joke with a playful eye roll and it makes him laugh.

"I really like you."

"I really like you too."

You can't wipe the grin on your face when Matt leans up to kiss you, his hands trailing around your body. "And you're the only girl I've ever seduced into the backseat of my car," he whispers against your lips before kissing you softly, the both of your eyes fluttering closed.

Your hands wander down his chest to the bottom of his shirt when your tongues swirl together and you can still taste the sweet cinnamon on his tongue from earlier. When you feel Matt's hands moving up your thighs slowly, you begin to tug off his shirt and he pulls away from the kiss to take it off and throw it on the floor.

"You too." Matt whispers and his hands are playing with the hem of your dress, looking up at you to make sure if that's what you want. Your heart is pounding when you lift yourself up off Matt's lap to take off your dress that leaves you in your matching lace set and when you see his eyes light up, it makes you feel better.

"Is this okay?"

"More than okay." Matt reassures softly and his touch feels ten times hotter now you're half naked that it makes you feel goosebumps. He leans up to kiss your chest and his hands find themselves back between your thighs and it all feels so overwhelming in the best way possible. "Can I touch you?" The way he asks makes you melt.

"Mhm, please." You beg with your head nodding and grinding your hips into his hand. "Please touch me, Matt." Your desperateness makes his cock twitch and he ignores it with a smirk, gently pulling your thong to the side and running a finger through your folds before finding your clit and that makes your thighs twitch when you drop your head on his shoulder with a whine, "Fuck."

"You’re so needy for me." He says so smugly, easily slipping two fingers in you and feeling how wet you are. You reply with moan, riding your hips when he curls it upwards and he can feel you squeeze around him and Matt can’t wait till you’re doing the same thing around his cock.

When Matt starts rubbing his thumb against your clit at the same time, you’re moving your hands down to his clothed crotch and feeling how hard he is. He groans lowly when your hand wraps around his print, "and I’m needy?"

"Don’t tease me." His fingers slip out of you to grip onto your thighs tightly and you begin to undo his belt and jeans. "Let me show you how much I like you, okay?" Matt lifts his hips up to pull down his pants when you drop to your knees, staring up at him through your lashes and playing with the waistband of his boxers. "Okay."

Matt lets out a moan of relief and throws his head back when you finally pull them down and take his dick in your mouth. He didn't think you could get any prettier but seeing you like this was heavenly – it was like all of his 14 year old fantasies coming true.

"Oh my god, sweetheart." You feel Matt's hands grabbing your hair and gently moving it out of your face so he could really look at you. You hum with his cock in your mouth and when he moans from the vibrations, you try to go deeper and you can feel his tip at the back of your throat and the salty taste of his pre-cum makes you choke. "Fuck. You don't have to do that."

"I wanted to." You smile sweetly and look up at Matt, watching the way he licks his lips when you rub your thumb against his swollen red tip and a strangled noise escapes his throat. Your knees are beginning to hurt but just before you could wrap your mouth around him again, Matt is holding your face and pulling you back up to his face.

"I really want to fuck you." Matt whispers lowly when he leans up to kiss your neck and just before you straddle him again, his hands are pulling your thong down your legs and toying with the lace on it. "Let me ride you." You whisper and Matt feels his heart race at the way you're looking at him as if he had no choice but to let you.

A small squeal leaves your throat when Matt pulls you on his lap abruptly and you both chuckle lowly before you're grabbing his face and kissing his lips as if your life depended on it.

His hands come up to undo your bra and when it comes off a few seconds later, you definitely know he's done this before. You grind your hips so you can feel his tip rub against your clit that feels so good that you pull away from the kiss to moan.

Matt's breathless when his hands grip your hips, helping you grind against him and feeling you get wetter by the second, "I don't have a condom." When he says this, you don't really think it through stupidly enough and just shake your head. "It's okay. I'm on the pill." This moment felt too nice to just stop and Matt just went along with it – obviously thinking with his dick.

When Matt finally thrusts up into you, the stretch stings and you've really underestimated how big he is because he already feels so deep. It was one thing having him in your mouth but when he's fucking up into you like this felt so much more intense and you couldn't tell if you were just really cock drunk or completely in love.

Probably both.

"Fuck, I swear this pussy was made for me."

Definitely both.

"It's yours." You moan when you ride your hips on his dick, pushing him down on the seat and Matt is in amazement when he looks up at you with flushed cheeks. His hands are trailing up and down your body, wanting to touch everywhere all at once when he leans up to try and kiss you. "All yours." You whisper and his lips are on yours.

The kiss is messy, hot and passionate all at once and when your movements gets faster, you're practically moaning into each other's mouths. The car slowly moves with rhythm and you subconsciously pray nobody can see from outside even if it's dark because it's really obvious with the steamed up windows around you both.

Matt notices the way your thighs begin to shake and the way your bouncing becomes quicker, "Are you gonna cum?"

You let out a mix between a hum and a moan, nodding your head when you feel your legs begin to burn. But just as you feel the familiar tightness in your tummy, Matt's holding your waist tightly and thrusting up so hard into you, it makes you cum instantly and you gush around him.

The music playing softly in the background is drowned out by your loud moans and Matt has a smug smirk on his face when your eyes roll back and your orgasm takes over until he feels his own. In all honestly, he was ready to bust the minute he was inside you but he had to make you cum first. It was a priority.

In your post orgasm haze, you don't even feel Matt lifting you off his dick until you see his cum spurting out onto his hand and tummy. "Mhm, fuck." Rolling his head back, Matt groans lowly and it makes your pussy flutter when you watch breathlessly.

The two of you are covered in a thin layer of sweat with flushed skin and neither of you care about the smell of sex surrounding you from being too high off of the pheromones. A part of you is shocked that you've just fucked someone on the first date but the other part is okay with it because it's Matt.

Matt. Matt. Matt.

"Did you really mean it?"

You blink to see Matt looking down at his hands on your body, tracing shapes on your hips gently. "Hm? What?" You swallow and he gulps, slowly looking up into your eyes, "Did you mean it? When you said you're all mine?" You can tell he's nervous when he asks this, almost afraid of your response, and your hands fall on top of his. "Yeah."

He hides his smile and you speak up again, "Did you want me to mean it?" Matt locks his fingers into yours when he nods, "Yeah."

You smile happily and lean in to kiss him softly, being careful of the mess between the two of you. It was a sweet kiss with a lot of feelings shown behind it, the type that makes you feel butterflies and never forget for a long time because it really meant something.

"'Good. Because I really want to do this again." Even after that kiss and the hottest sex you've ever had in your life, you're still nervous to bring up the idea of a second date but Matt's face just lights up. "Oh I'm definitely taking you out again. Don't worry about that."

He sounds cocky and it makes you laugh, running a hand through his messy hair and making it even messier. "I'm really looking forward to it." Matt pokes at your blushing cheeks with a small smile, appreciating the way you sound so sweet and genuine talking about seeing him again.

It felt hopeful.

There's so much Matt wants to say but now he knew there was more time. This definitely wasn't a one off thing and deep down he knew this wasn't just a crush either. He's not even sure if it ever was just a 'crush' because how could anyone just have a crush on you?

That was impossible.

"Does this mean you'll seduce me into the backseat of your car on the second date?" You joke playfully, holding back your laughter with a silly grin and when Matt laughs, so do you.

"You're an idiot." There’s a pause.

"But if you're lucky," He says lowly once you both stop laughing and you just tilt your head in response, "You'll end up in my bed."

"Is that a promise?"

"Yep."

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Shangri-la (Oh My Girl Yooa)

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“What the?”

What welcomes you inside the bedroom takes you by complete surprise. It’s the kind that leaves you with more questions than answers. She had been very vague about the whole ordeal, skittering around the details. she was completely straightforward about one thing: to get fucked. That’s the main selling point.

Her inviting tone, her sultry expression, her lust—it’s still freshly imprinted on your mind from an hour ago. You’ve heard those words—their many variations—a handful of times, but hers is by far the most enticing and the sweetest sounding:

“Wanna have sex with me tonight?”

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Admittedly, it was never on your bucket list to attend a concert, let alone a group who sings primarily in foreign. It was supposed to be just a kind gesture for a roommate.

He’s your resident nerdy K-pop fan, the kind that gets bullied in real life and on the internet. He’s the full package; posters on the bedroom wall, a book full of photocards, and a shelf of albums and lightsticks which he considers as his sacred temple. You were never meant to go beyond a toe’s dip into this unhealthy obsession he’s engrossed himself in; completing his homework was enough exposure.

If there was one takeaway from your observations, it was quite obvious: the girls are really hot. And that’s all that you needed to convince yourself to go.

Besides, you were his roommate—and his only friend. Out of the kindness of your heart, you have an obligation to be there for him, at least until you graduate.

For the most part, the show was entertaining. Again, the girls were pretty attractive, and they were dressed in outfits that flaunted their bodies exceptionally well. Your friend’s relentless screaming accustomed you to the crowd’s energy, which was no joke. Even in a small, intimate venue, there were several moments where you felt that the place might collapse off the audience’s deafening shouts alone. At least you came prepared with noise canceling earplugs.

It’s not a huge surprise when he suddenly vanishes after the show. He’s been in and out of sight the whole time; getting freebies, merch shopping, taking numerous bathroom breaks, to the point where he just straight up forgets he left his phone with you before running off again.

To make things worse, it’s the dying moments of the night, when everyone in the VIP section, the two of you included, gets to greet the members for only a brief passing moment. He’d been acting like his entire life has been building to this moment, completely neglecting the fact you were his ride home.

Of course you’re not entirely sure about who’s who in this group. Six equally pretty girls, all wearing the exact same shirt and short skirt combination, down to the colors, with equally warm smiles. You didn’t have enough time to familiarize yourself with each of their names; the internet in the area has been failing you for hours. The staff was strict with phones the closer you approached them. It didn’t help that everyone screamed through their introductions, too.

Unsurprisingly, nothing substantial came of your interaction. A series of repetitive, awkward bows and near-silent whispers of “hello.” You’ve been putting off Duolingo for months, and it showed. It should have been a forgettable affair, considering the hundreds of people they’re greeting just from tonight’s queue alone. It’s not like you particularly stand out from the rest of the crowd; a casual shirt and jeans combo that’s indistinguishable from the dozens in attendance, and you don’t have anything on you that screams ‘overly dedicated fan.’

So when you’re pulled aside by the same staff closely watching the queue during the meet and greet, asked to head backstage as part of some secret lucky draw, you’re not surprised. There’s an age-old superstition that states that you’re more likely to meet celebrities the less you’re familiar with them. It rings true, and you have first hand proof.

You’re led to this singular door in what’s basically an unused narrow hallway. The kind that criminals use to trap their victims. Definitely safe. The staff member instructs you to head in before leaving you there alone. Nothing more, nothing less.

Instead of your friend, you find one of the members you just met, waiting on the other side. You have so many questions, but she she gives you another to entertain:

“You wanna have sex with me tonight?”

Much to her amusement ,you’re taken aback. At first, you’d think she was pulling some kind of prank. By the way she smiles and laughs, it’s a reaction all too familiar to her, like this is some kind of cliche. It’s not a surprise to hear those words from any girl, knowing your experiences at college parties and bars, but from a traveling singer? Simply put, it’s quite ridiculous.

“You’re joking right?” you say, hand close to the door you just entered, ready to make a beeline for it. You glance around the enclosed, compact space, searching for any possible hidden cameras recording the scene.

She shakes her head, taking a step forward. “Not at all. You should consider yourself lucky.”

“Do you do this all the time?” you ask, her reply not easing you in the slightest. Your hand inches a little closer to the door. It’s not like she’s going to hurt you; if anything, her thin figure’s probably what should worry her if you dare to even breathe heavily on her, let alone touch.

“Yeah. Every stop. You look really cute,” she says, reaching her hand out to you. “And you look like you can give me a good time tonight.”

There’s something flattering about her words, coming from an idol singer, complimenting you that hits a chord harder than other girls. Her sincere tone, doll-like eyes twinkling, and expressive lips certainly help. It’s alluring—devastating—to a casual like you; how much more to someone who worships her.

Then, here comes the killing blow:

“So, what’s it going to be?” She kisses you on the chin, wrapping her arms around your neck. It’s not suffocating, not in the slightest, but you might as well be entangled by them. Her eyes, sharp and fiery, are daring you to say otherwise to her seemingly coarse question.

Leaning your head against her shoulder, her scent and soft skin prove to be intoxicating. You can’t get enough. That hand you’ve been pressing on the door is no longer there; it’s coiled around her back, taking inventory of her slim waist and arched back, then teasing at the fabric of her shirt. Even if she wasn’t the girl you just watched perform on stage, she’s too gorgeous to turn down. And it isn’t like you’ll find your friend, anyway. Perhaps this is your way of getting back at him for being insufferable all throughout.

“Here?” you ask, whispering in her ear, playing with fire.

She holds you by the cheek, tilting an eyebrow. Shaking her head, she drags her tongue on the ridge of your ear. “Somewhere nicer.”

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It’s only you and her in the backseat of one of their vans, windows tinted and the front closed off that it’s safe to assume that the driver can’t hear you—perfectly convenient. He probably doesn’t know you’re even there.

It’s inside the car that you finally become familiar with each other. YooA, or as she’d prefer you to call her, Shiah, and you have this light bulb moment where you put it all together. You bring up this collection of photocards in your friend’s book holder; you recognize her face on some of the cards. She laughs. Heartily. Her face lights up, honored at the thought, and it’s a sincere look. Other artists would simply wave it off and move on, but she appears intrigued by the effort to obsess over her.

She calls it a bias, and you call it an obsession. In the other’s eyes, you’re both strange. To you, it’s unhealthy and strange; to her, it’s part of the appeal, part of the culture.

So it’s all the more surprising when you admit you’re simply there because of him, that you would have looked the other way otherwise. And in response, she has this warm, wholesome smile; she doesn’t appear offended by your candidness. You don’t know a thing about them, other than they’re delicious eye candy.

“So this is your first foray into K-pop? I hope it was a good one,” she says, flashing you a cute pout. “That means a lot for all of us.”

Yeah, you nod, your eyes wandering down her slim body, draped in darkness, only brought to the light by passing street lamps. You notice how slender and lanky she is. It doesn’t change the appeal; she’s unreal. “I should go more often if that’s the case.”

Shiah chuckles. “You didn’t pay, then. I bet you’re getting more than what he bargained for.”

To which you nod, barely holding in a particularly uncharacteristic grin. She catches it. An opportunity to twist the knife.

It’s a casual affair when you reach the hotel. There’s a surprising lack of fanfare upon your arrival. You assume idols have as much popularity as any other celebrity, but you’re both left alone—and without security, walking past the front desk without a care or a question. Tension gradually builds as you climb floor after floor, until you step out that elevator and into her room, away from prying eyes.

What welcomes you inside Shiah’s bedroom catches you off-guard.

“What the?”

The person sitting at the center of the bed turns to your direction, shouts out your name. You can recognize that voice anywhere.

“Hey! There you are!”

You immediately turn to Shiah, who replies gleefully, “Of course I knew. Your friend told me everything. He wanted me to invite you along.”

Forget that your friend orchestrated the whole ordeal. It’s the fact that he wants you to join him in a threesome. You expected him to be greedy with the rare opportunity to have a beautiful idol all to himself, but instead, he’s somehow still involving you in the action. There’s a lot to take in, and you don’t exactly know where to start.

“Is this even allowed?” you ask, unsure of your place in this room. You’re slowly soaking up the scenery; none of it makes any sense. Scattered on the bedroom floor is Your friend’s shirt and his bag, freebies and personal belongings alike,, while Shiah casually saunters around the mattress, gradually removing pieces of jewelry from herself and placing them on the nightstand.

“Of course, dude!” says your friend. His energy hasn’t waned in the slightest. You’re amazed his voice hasn’t changed at all, let alone his ability to speak. He had been screaming beside you for the entirety of the show, you’d probably go deaf because of him if not for your earplugs. “I wouldn’t have asked her if she wasn’t allowed to, or if she didn’t feel it.”

“He’s right,” adds Shiah, unbuttoning her jeans. Looking at her again, she grabs your attention with the casual stripping of her pants, pooled around her ankles, leaving only pale colored panties that leave nothing to the imagination. “Plus, I haven’t tried having a threesome before, and tonight seemed like a good idea to try that.”

Surely, you’ve heard weird things before, but none were as out of pocket as this.

“C’mere dude,” says your friend, gesturing to you to take the spot beside him on the bed. “We’re going to fuck an idol tonight. And not just any idol, my freaking bias!”

Your eyes continue to linger on her. Shiah, now undoing her top, candidly tossing them aside. The one time you regret not having your phone on hand to capture without obstruction. Her tits are bite-sized handfuls, nipples firm and on full display, and her figure is so paper thin, you’ll break her when you hold her by her ridiculous proportions. The only thing missing is some fragile warning label plastered on her skin as a reminder to handle her with care.

This is the most awkward you’ve been with your friend since you first met, when he first moved into your dorm. Seated on the mattress, you’re anxious of what’s about to happen. You worry she won’t be able to handle you two; he worries that he won’t be able to ruin her to the fullest extent.

She meets you at the center in nothing but panties. She scans you both from head to toe, and notices your contrasting expressions. Facing you, she says, “Hey. I wouldn’t do this if I wasn’t confident about the idea. If you don’t make me unable to walk after tonight, I’m gonna be quite disappointed. So chin up.”

Reassuring of a tone it may sound, it doesn’t ease your worry even a little. It doesn’t discourage her either; it’s part of the challenge.

She drops to her knees, and that’s when you come around on the idea. Her fingers make work of your pants; yours first, then your friend’s. With eagerness written on her face, your hard cocks hang between her tiny face. Pausing, undecided, she takes a moment to think which one to satisfy. The way she eyes both yours, then your friend’s—you can tell how hungry she is: how she wants them shoved inside her mouth, down her throat, taking all that delicious load. If she could fit both at once, she certainly would.

“Which one should I take first, boys?” she asks, innocuous sounding, her doll-like eyes pleading up with a playful pout. Knowing full well she already has this whole thing already planned out. You and your friend swallow hard, telepathically aligned, thinking of the same idea, based on the rather silent response.

Shiah has your eyes fluttering, hands already gripped to the edge of the bed, lips letting out a string of delightful moans. It sounds like relief, agony, and ecstasy all at once. She’s leaving soft kisses on your tip, her tongue running circling around your length, and her fingers slowly pumping at your base. All your doubts and hesitations, gone in an instant. The very few glimpses you catch of her, her eyes speak to you, staring, telling you to take it all in.

She feels so good, handles you deftly, as if she’s already acquainted with your cock, even though it’s the first time. Pushing all the sensitive, perfect spots and getting you into a steady rhythm.

“See? I told you it was gonna be—fine—fuck—”

Your friend folds just as quickly as you do, if not faster. His words, instantly reduced to echoed grunts, groans, and curses, his hand palming Shiah’s scalp. She’s focused, taking turns with each cock, kissing and teasing you both with the prospect of shoving it down her needy, thirsty throat. One hand on your dick and the other on his, stroking you at near-synchronized tempo, then vice versa. You wonder exactly why she’s even hesitant and nervous about taking two at once when she’s clearly a natural at satisfying cocks.

She’s well aware that she has only one mouth to fulfill her craving for cock. There’s a look of regret every time she stops sucking one cock in place of the other. It’s almost as if she’s failing, even though the pleasure-ridden expressions on your faces say otherwise. “I hope this is good enough,” she frowns, taking a moment to plant another direct kiss on each cockhead. “I wish I could fit you both in my mouth, but I—”

“Shhh.” Your friend interjects, tugging harshly at Shiah’s dark locks, then rubbing his hand around her forehead. “You’re doing so fucking well, so much better than we hoped—”

Suddenly, he finds himself slowly crumbling. Precum coating around her dainty fingers, while he loses grip on his consciousness, lying flat on the bed. If there’s anything you’ve learned in the very short time you’ve had Shiah on her knees, it’s that she’s particularly gentle. You can feel she’s not going to ruin you instantly and that she’s nowhere close to crushing your cock, unlike some of the girls you’ve known in the past.

This is all new to your friend, after all. It shouldn’t be surprising.

Still, she continues to pleasure you both, taking a moment to slip his erection inside her throat, slurping and swallowing his cock whole. Her eyes instantly slam shut, mumbling a songful hum, finally soaking in the taste after intentionally restraining herself from her lust. Turning to your side, your friend clearly can’t take her; his mouth agape, his chest heaving, breathing heavily, his eyes widely staring at the ceiling in a useless effort to distract himself. In his mind, she’s relentless, overwhelming, cruel.

Her eyes slide in your direction, brows furrowed, apologetic. You shake your head, smile lightly, perfectly understanding of the situation. It’s not that she’s ignoring you; her other hand’s pressing on the base of your cock, down to the underside, pressing on your balls. She’s already left her mark on you even though she’s doing the bare minimum. The layer of precum on her fingers is clear proof. That should be more than enough.

And when you find your friend completely unresponsive, breathing through his mouth, you tilt your head at an angle and make this poor sleeping impression—something he hasn’t had in over 24 hours. It’s the command that causes Shiah to slip his cock from her mouth with a silent pop, his dick throbbing with her spit dripping from the tip. Her focus turns over to you; her eyes meeting yours, her hands pressing on each knee, and your fingers brushing loose strands of hair aside to see her pretty face, flushed but flawless. It’s now just down to you two.

She gives your head a playful swirl, and you lift your brows in approval, subtly biting at the lip to show her you like it. Her eyes lock in, scanning through each subdued wince, waiting for the go ahead.

It’s the slightest head motion that nearly ends you. You’re uncertain if you even said yes or no.

Shiah looks so much better with your cock in her mouth than anyone else’s. She knows, too. You pause to take the sight in—your length buried deep in her mouth, occasionally poking her throat, her cheeks hollow, her eyes looking wide at you with a fiery glint, begging you to take her, use her, ruin her. You’re perfectly positioned to work her; your hand is palming the back of her head, giving her this assertive stare that appears demeaning, but you can tell she prefers to be seen that way. It would be criminal to have her on her knees and not have your way with her.

And you do just that.

You hold her still, using the little increments of strength to motion her into a bobbing motion. She surrenders herself into your control, moving her head back and forth with the grip of your hand. Like the swing of a pendulum, you watch your base disappear and appear between her lips. You’re nowhere close to burying yourself entirely in her mouth, but she feels so incredible, so intoxicating, she may as well be deepthroating you.

It’s not the firmness of her luscious lips kissing your cock nor her lewd expressions that shake you, but her suction. She hums this wistful note while sucking your cock—a song of satisfaction. In contrast to the steady rhythm you’re attempting to impose, she drags your length along her tongue, forcing you into this playful tug-of-war whenever you draw your cock back, directing where your cum should land. She envisions it: the notion of your hot load collected on her cheeks. Her fingers point where she wants them, using her pleading eyes and brows to entice you.

And you’re not going to deny her request. She’s too charming and expressive to turn down. Even more so when your cock is lodged between her lips.

You utter this particularly incomprehensible mix of a groan and a grumble while your throbbing cock unloads the warm cum she desires. Without wasting a single drop, she takes it all, puffing her cheeks with your seed while carefully pulling your cock out her mouth. Your hand is no longer resting on her head but rather around her shoulder and collarbones. She plays with the load in her mouth, gargling, swishing, before swallowing it all. Afterward, she sticks out her silky tongue, face completely flustered, showing you the aftermath: leftovers of your cum painting her mouth.

“God, Yoo—I mean, Shiah—” you breathe, lightly falling back on the bed as your legs go numb. Your flaccid cock isn’t enough to show how much she’s drained you in one fell swoop. “How are you so—”

“I told you I wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t so confident about it,” she remarks, rising to her feet before pushing you down on the sheets, straddling herself on your lap. Her energy remains steadfast. It’s infectious. Winking and pouting, she adds, “Now fuck me till I can’t walk.”

You’re completely sold on the idea, but you can’t do it alone.

Pushing Shiah off you, you shake your friend back into consciousness. You’re holding her by the shoulders, giving her lips a quick kiss. A soft gesture telling her to be a tad patient. Her eyes clue you in; she’s dying to be fucked, to be used, to be ruined. Your friend looks around, feeling hazy, completely unaware of what transpired, even though it’s only been less than 10 minutes.

“What’d I miss?” he asks, still trying to make sense of things. The last thing he remembers is Shiah on her knees. Now he sees you and his bias in each other’s embrace. Surprisingly, he’s not fazed in the slightest. The bed’s tremors—rumblings—are good enough indicators.

You’re unable to completely look him in the eye, and you don’t know what to answer, so she does it for you: “Your friend blew a nice load inside my mouth. We were just about to have round two. Join us.”

To her amusement, the reply has you staring at her utterly gobsmacked. It’s not the fact that she’s telling it straight, with zero sugarcoating, but her candid, conversational delivery and deadpan expression, as if they’re close friends catching up on lost time. He doesn’t seem bothered, nor does he ask any further questions. Knowing him, he’d be disappointed if you didn’t.

Really, what’s there to question when given an opportunity to fuck an idol without any conditions or red tape. He’s not making the most of the moment as you have, and the hurried jump off the bed to take position behind her indicates he’s not going to waste any more time. You’re scared you might get into a confrontation over how you’ll take her.

“Say the word and I’ll move aside,” you tell him, calmly.

“Let me have her tight ass,” is the reply, straightforward. Chalk it up to tension, but there’s a hint of harshness in his voice, as though some bitterness is leaking. He subtly pulls her away from your side, prompting you to let him take full control.

You aren’t surprised at where he ends up taking her. The bed is the comfiest option, but in his mind, the safest and the most cliche. A shower to ease the tension and stress in the muscles—that’s a good one too, on top of having her possibly pressed against the panels and the idea of soaping her tits while fucking her in the wet. This luxurious suite, which feels like walking from the one end of a parking lot to the other on weary legs, has a handful of mirrors to watch her get railed on. None are as captivating and inviting as the biggest one—the large glass windows that overlook the city, lit up by lights from nearby skylines and the illumination from the living room.

He presses her tiny frame against the window, then on air, giving her tiny butt a firm slap. Followed by another. Something about Shiah with her back arched, yelping with each spank, arouses him. Her too. She whines, biting on her lip, hands trying to latch to anything. There’s plenty to claim—from her bite-sized chest, to her slinky waist, to her soiled panties. Something he slips down to her ankles.

In the moment, your friend doesn’t acknowledge you. He’s all up in her hair, licking the shell of ear, a set of clenched digits digging into her warmth. Her eyes fluttering, she whines, pressing a hand around his waist, mumbling, begging, “Fuck me, please, fuck me.”

You can tell she’s apologetic, wants to be punished and manhandled like a naughty girl. Your friend has this glare in his eyes—a look of hunger. His fingers pump away at her core, without care for pace or comfort, just the satisfaction of hearing her cries and the need for her to cum. Bumping her against the window, he’s kissing her, claiming her as his own. Red marks form everywhere on her neck, collarbones, and back. Her entire body. All his.

You let him. You watch. Not out of guilt, not out of arousal. It’s his moment.

He looks over his shoulder and finds you just watching. “C’mere,” he growls between muted groans, tone low. It should be awkward (it is) but all that tension disappeared the moment she got on her knees. Approaching the twosome in such a strange fashion, he continues to finger Shiah, shifting her away from the window, binding her from behind by one hand. He’s suppressing his tongue, teasing his cockhead against the entrance of her pussy, barely able to restrain himself.

When you’re in front of her again, you’re greeted by a hot mess. Her juices are dripping down her thighs, pooling around her feet. His coated fingers line around her warmth, around her tight hole. His lust is on full display, cussing out a storm about how incredibly wet and tight she is while she prepares herself to get fucked into oblivion. It’s not the first time you’ve heard him say these things; he talks a loud talk about how he’d fuck his biases in explicit detail, writes particularly concerning essays about the positions they’d be railed in, how they would cum, and how many times he would make them cum.

At the end of the day, it was none of your business.

And ultimately, he might have been onto something.

You let out this loud unsuppressed moan burying yourself inside her tight cunt. She’s suffocating, overwhelmingly tight—the kind of heat that can make you cum almost immediately. You’re still recovering from your first orgasm, putting you on the backfoot. Still, her walls are too inviting not to get hard again. Meanwhile, your friend, who’s been eager to fuck Shiah’s ass for the longest time, is in no rush. His cock is barely entering her tight hole, slowly easing himself inside her with deep breaths. He’s grabbing a handful of her flesh, openly moaning and grunting taking her.

“F-fuck, Yoo—” he mutters, grabbing at her petite cheeks with an ironclad grip. Pulling her closer to his body so his cock can split her in half. He’s growing greedy—and desperate.

Everything you’re doing to Shiah can be seen in the window’s reflection: you pounding into her tight cunt, your friend’s cock spearing her from behind, her body practically sandwiched between your twosome. The combined weight is more than capable of crushing her slim frame, her skin like tire marks on both your chests. Neither of you move with an understanding of working as a team, and it shows; your collective strokes are unsteady, erratic, chaotic.

This isn’t good for your back—at all. Shiah’s bent forward in part to your friend’s slow, deep thrusts into her delicious ass, rippling with each stroke. She’s clutching to your shoulders for support, screaming from the absolute depths of her lungs getting doubled up. The uncomfortable position is mostly clouded by the overwhelming sensation of your cocks tag teaming on her two sensitive holes. You’re leaning, steadily falling back. That inescapable warmth—that intoxicating heat—keeps you coming back for more, friction be damned.

God, Shiah’s pussy is so fucking perfect.

And that’s what you end up muttering. In an endless choir of ecstasy-charged moans, profanities, and wet sloppy slaps of skin against skin, you throw those words out to the wind. So good, so tight—those doubts you had entering the room, now just thoughts from yesterday. She’s everything you want in a satisfying fuck; your hands intertwined with her waist, rocking her frame with every plunge, savoring each entry into that needy womb.

It’s no surprise then that she cums so soon.

It’s been slowly building to this moment. The signs were there all along; the blink and you’ll miss it patch on her jeans, the phallic object in her purse, the wet puddle forming on her panties, the not so subtle gestures she’s giving fans between performances—she’s been desperate to cum on a cock and her wish can finally be granted.

In dramatic fashion, she’s all over you. Clinging to you like her lifeline, showing you how you’ve ruined her. Body trembling, legs quaking—the ripples send shockwaves through your body, also in the process of falling apart. Throwing out her hips, a new layer of juices coat both cocks, dripping to the floor. You’re there to break her fall, but you have nothing to stop yours.

Passing through deaf ears, her screams revert to soft pleas. “Cum, cum in me—please—fuck—” she whines in bursts, riding out her climax in waves, waiting for you two to join her over the edge. You’re preoccupied with the raging fire in your loins, restraining your urge to release your seed inside her needy cunt prematurely. At this point, you’re almost done, holding onto the last of your resolve not to spurt right then and there. The layer of her slick coating your cock doesn’t do you any favors, either.

Propping her body straight, your thrusts remain relentless. Steadied pace, at your own will, rocking her senseless—that’s how you want to finish inside her. You want to keep her in that position: cupping her tiny chest, wrapping an arm on the neck, resting a hand on your light shoulder. Shiah’s body is the perfect plaything.

All of that is too good to be true.

“Cumming, gonna cum—” you mutter, rather ashamedly, though you’re holding up better than anyone ever expected, especially after already orgasming once. You press her to your friend, almost a flat out shove. The line couldn’t be any thinner. “Shit—”

Your legs are on the cusp of crumbling, but at least they’re generous enough to let you savor this moment. Spilling your pent up need, you fuck that remaining cum into her. It’s fulfilling, euphoric. All the proof is down there, dripping between her legs and on your cock. The sight of her splayed, wrecked hole, oozing with seed, tempting you to stick a thumb around her slick core. She squirms at your sensitive touches, still needy and in want.

Only after the orgasm does your vision clear again. It’s an amusing scene; your friend is still pounding into Shiah’s tight ass at a feverish pace. Last one in, last one out—at least you think, that’s how the saying goes, until he lets out this guttural groan, indicating he’s reached his own climax too. If not for the setting, it’s an accomplishment worth cheering, the kind that’s worth a celebration of a life milestone. Cocks buried to the hilt, the sight of her holes spilling seed never grows old.

At least you both can agree on one thing: staying inside the welcoming warmth that is Shiah’s heat. Neither of you want to leave, even when you regain mobility in your legs.

You’ve got the rest of the night to ruin her, leave her room hobbling or crawling on her feet. Your friend has a bucket list of positions to fuck her in, so it’s the least of your worries. Besides, both of them know you have no intention of leaving. And in the middle of this non-existent conundrum, while your friend is leaving soft kisses all over her back as a victory lap, she takes a moment to glance at you both. Noticing the similarity of smiles on your faces and your supportive nature towards your friend, she’s reminded of something she shares with her members, apart from the fact they’re getting railed at this very moment:

True friendship.

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(A/N: Expect a bit more crowdedness aka more-somes over the next few fics. I also haven't written an Oh My Girl member since Arin in over a year, so that's one off the list! This one took a while, had a whole other story involving roadtrips and hitchhiking, which I ultimately scrapped. Thank you for reading!)

(P.S. If you want to have your own story/idol written, you can ask for a commission :D)

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College GF Ellie Headcannons

A/N: First time writing headcannons lemme know what you guys think or if there’s anything else you guys wanna see.

Summary: No thoughts, just college girlfriend Ellie

Pairings: College!Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 763

Warnings: Smut headcannons but nothing too graphic

Meeting Ellie Headcannons:

Ellie and you met in one of your college classes

You were late to class one day, totally not your fault, so instead of talking your usual spot up front you sit in the last row a few seats down from a really hot girl

Said girl happens to forget a pen that day, so of course she asks you, the pretty, quiet girl who never sits in the back, for one

You, being the prepared person you are, gave her one of your extras with a teasing comment, she gave you a snarky one in response and by the end of the lecture, neither of you took any notes, too busy talking to one another to pay any attention.

So while the two of you were packing up, she ripped out a piece of paper from her notebook, which is hardly ever used, wrote out her number, and gave it to you along with the borrowed pen

(You messaged her as soon as the both of you parted ways)

General GF Headcanons:

Will sit by you in every class the two of you have together, and while she usually doesn’t bother you and pays attention to professors, she will try to get you play tic-tac-toe during boring lectures sometimes

Ellie definitely seems like she would be big in pda. I mean why wouldn’t she? She has a beautiful girlfriend, so she definitely wants to show you off.

Holding hands, arm around your waist, putting her hand in your back pocket, kissing you (i.e. cheek, neck, lips), she would be fine with making out with you in public. However, if you aren’t that comfortable with pda, she won’t push it and 100% respect your boundaries.

This girl is a cuddler. I also think she enjoins being both the little or big spoon depending on what mood she’s in

Definitely seems like the type to smoke a joint whenever she gets a little too stressed. Which in college, would happen a little more often than not.

Always offers you some, but if you don’t want to smoke, she would ask you to just stay and hang with her while she does. Smoking is one of her stress relievers, but you’re her favorite

Loves it when you lay with her and just play with her hair. She swears it’s one of the best feelings in the world

Smut Headcannons:

Speaking of hair Ellie loves it when you pull hers. She basically lives in between your thighs

She worships the ground you walk on everyday, it’s no different in the bedroom

“Pretty girl” “good girl” “attagirl” are all phrases she uses constantly

Loves making out with you. Usually all of your sexual encounters start with a make out session with her.

She will not stop kissing you until you ask her to stop or one of you is whining to get fucked.

I see Ellie as a switch leaning top in the bedroom. She loves to take care of you, but sometimes she needs the one to be taken care of

Y’all have a plethora of sex toys, which includes Ellie’s favorite purple strap. (If your honest, it’s yours too)

Very into experimenting.

If there’s something you wanna try, “yeah let’s go to the bedroom right now.”

If one of her or your friends mentions trying something that works for them, she’ll literally say in front of them to you “babe we should try that.”

If you’re both watching tv and a steamy sex scene comes on, she’ll turn to you mid scene, “wanna do that right now?”

Seems like the type to be into edging until you’re a complete mess, then overstimming you until you’re fucked dumb.

Something she won’t tell you is she wants you to do the exact same thing to her

Communication is a must with her

Y’all use the stop light system (I.e. red = stop, yellow = slow down, green = go)

10/10 aftercare

She’ll wipe off any bodily fluids on either of you, get you changed into some sort of clothes (if that’s what you prefer), change the sheets, make sure there’s water for the both of you, and lay there cuddling you whispering words of praise as you come down from your high

Speaking of communication, once the both of you come out of the post-sex bliss, the both of you will talk about what either of you like or didn’t like

She will make mental notes of everything you say

Overall Ellie is an amazing girlfriend, loves you more than life itself, and would do anything for you

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie x y/n #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou #ellie williams x reader #the last of us #the last of us x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x female reader

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muniimyg · 1 year

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16 | home pt 2

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warnings: ohhh.... here we are <: slight angst (jimin + oc try to communicate) / preparing for goodbye, sloppy sex?... lol <3 stay safe friends,,wrap it before u tap it yk ! dirty talk, praise kink, blowjob, some breast play, etc.

The grad party wasn’t planned by you two.

If it was planned by you two, it wouldn’t be this boring. It’s rather anticlimactic. Sure, good music and food is around but something is missing… Scandal? A photobooth? You can’t quite put your finger on it.

Everyone is here, wishing all the grads the best yet to come. Jimin can’t keep his eyes off of you the entire night as people wish your plans well.

You were going soon.

Too soon.

He had forgotten.

How could he remember and keep in mind such a bittersweet thing when your smile and everything else about you occupied his mind? He’s not fond of goodbyes and what makes this so much worse is that he’s fond of you.

How is he supposed to let you go?

It’s difficult.

He doesn’t even know if he has the right to ask you to stay or if he should even allow himself to sulk. He has feelings for you, yes. Finally, he had come to terms with his chest pains and jealousy. You, on the other hand, have not said much. Between you two, it’s an unspoken aura of caring for one another. It’s the unspoken moments of falling in love and not knowing or wanting to face the days after. All Jimin knows is that you are heading home and in the short time you two have been together, he realizes why it sucks so much.

His home isn’t here.

Home is wherever you go, whatever you are, and whatever you will be.

There isn’t much to it.

Jimin is a smart man and everything in his life was good up until you. When you came, everything was suddenly better. In the midst of his anger and confusion with you—usually, when you two were competing—he had finally solved the biggest equation of his life. It didn’t require a grand gesture or fluffy words. Instead, it was the moments he got with you that had convinced him, yes.

This.

I want this, with you, forever.

Waking up to you, studying side by side, brewing coffee at 2AM together, and even arguing—he lives for these moments with you.

There’s not much to it when it comes to you.

You are the easiest thing he has ever come to find. In a sense, it didn’t make much. How could you love someone that you once hated? Perhaps the only thing that did make sense is this: you are the one that sees his worst parts and still want him. Beneath the humour, the jealousy, and the challenge; you still want him. Something about that has him wrapped around your finger because he feels the exact same way towards you.

He musters all the courage he has and pins the tightness in his chest. As he excuses himself from his group, he meets you in the middle of the crowd. Standing in front of him, you raise your hand and offer a shy wave. He melts at the sight of you.

“Dance with me.”

Before you can answer, Jimin tugs you close and smiles at you warmly. His lips curve so sweetly, it almost makes you forget that people are watching… Not like it mattered as much as it did before, but it still made your tummy turn. “I can’t dance,” you tell him nervously. You feel even more nervous as you witness his sweet smile turn into a smirk.

“Good thing I can,” Jimin says ever so proudly. He then places his hands on your waist and begins to sway you back and forth. You huff at him and he laughs heartily—just enough for you to let a little bit of your guard down. It’s funny how something so sweet can make you feel irritated. Without much thought, you hit his chest with your fist. It only makes him laugh even more.

“Finally found something you’re not good at,” he brags, taking the hit. “We should dance together more often.”

“In your dreams—w-wait!“

He spins you.

Your eyes widen at the sudden change of movement. When you face him again, he grins before dipping you low. Just like the spin, there’s no warning. His hands help you come back up and your mind runs out of things to say. Your heart, however, feels so much.

“You’re pretty.”

“What?” you scoff at his sudden confession. Jimin is complex with praise. Some days, he’s stingy—trying to save and keep his pride. On other days, he overflows. Unable to contain himself when it comes to you, more often than not, he lets secrets slip out like they were meant to be exposed.

“You’re like… really pretty,” Jimin says it like the room isn’t filled with your entire grad class and Uni administrators. He says it loudly and almost like he’s showing you off, yet it doesn’t sound cocky at all. He says it confidently as if he’s so sure about this.. As if he’s so sure about you.

“Of course you think that,” you roll your eyes. “You’ve seen me naked—“

“Prettier when you keep your mouth shut though.”

You glare at him. Even when you’re trying to make a point and he interrupts you, you cave. Your glare intensifies when you suddenly feel his hand lower and grope your ass. He gives you a cheeky look and you roll your eyes at him for the second time.

“Your hands are cold,” you complain, pushing away from him.

He looks at you cutely before making a suggestion, “then let me put them in your—“

You cover his mouth before he can say anymore. He wiggles his eyebrows and you groan the moment you feel him lick your hand.

He’s insufferable!

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you attempt to hold your laughter in. “Let’s get out of here before you act up even more.”

Before he can protest, you turn and lead the way. He lets you take charge. He follows you through the crowd, eyeing his fingers that linger near yours. Jimin wonders if he could just wrap his hands around yours right now and tug you in another direction—would you follow? Would you hate him even more? … Or would you like it? His head begins to spin when you turn the corner and grab his hand, tugging him to keep up.

As you hold his hand, Jimin just knows he’ll be struggling to let you go.

He’s fucked.

You’re on your knees.

Something Jimin never expected to see. You’ve only really fucked each other and moved on to the next round, and foreplay has always been about you… But tonight, it’s about him. It’s about his pouty lips that you bite, the cheeks you can’t stop kissing, and his shaky breath as you pull his boxers down and pump his length.

“So pretty,” you compliment. It makes him blush and Jimin struggles to keep his cool. “So big, so thick, so perfect… Ahh, so—” you lick his tip, “sooo yummy.”

Jimin’s back is against your bedroom door. You two couldn’t even make the next 3 feet to your bed because… Well, this.

“Don’t do that,” he cries. “Makes me want to do bad things.”

You shrug, placing chaste kisses along his length. “Aren’t we doing bad things right now?”

His breath hitches.

“I’ve never done this before,” you confess, looking at him with soft eyes. “How am I supposed to—”

“Just suck it,” he instructs. “Try to keep your teeth away and breathe through your nose. You can take in as much as you want and gradually—f-fuckk!”

You wrap your lips around his cock, going back and forth in a slow and steady pace. You suck him more towards the end as you try to focus and take more of him. Breathing through your nose is a good tip, you’ll give him that. But in all honesty, it didn’t matter if you were good at sucking his dick or not—it was you.

He could nut any moment.

After a few sucks, you pull away and catch your breath. Hastily, you take his hand and place them at the back of your head. Jimin grips your hair.

“You do it. Show me how,” you insist. Jimin gulps, watching you take his length and hit your lips with it. You stick your tongue out to which you get his cock to tap on. Soon, you put his cock back into your mouth entirely. He takes a deep breath before he begins to guide you.

It continues on like this for a while. You gag a bit in between and it causes him to pause and pull your head away. He asks if you’re okay and you reply with slipping his dick back inside your mouth. He can’t help but feel like he’s stuck in a dilemma.

He wants you to feel comfortable and not to struggle… But he also can’t stop now. He loves the way that your lips wrap around him. He loves how you take him and how warm your mouth is. It’s everything he’s ever dreamed of.

“O-ohh my god,” he shivers, as you suck and moan. “I’m going to cum..”

It’s true.

It didn’t take much for you to get him to this state. His head goes light, his shoulders feel tight, and his heart gets all fuzzy. Soon enough, he spills himself and lets go of your hair. You stay there, letting him empty himself in your mouth.

“Arghhh!” he spits, “fucking shit!”

When his squirts of cum finish, you pull away and wipe your lips with the back of your hand. Swallowing his cum, you smile at him sweetly.

“Was that okay?”

Jimin’s eyes almost fall out of his head. “Are you kidding me?”

You giggle as he picks you up from the ground and throws you to your bed. There, you crawl and get on your back. He makes his way over to you, throwing his shirt over his head and across the room. Now, he’s fully naked and you’re still in your tight dress.

Plopping on your elbows, you watch him moves in between your legs. He doesn’t waste time as he pulls your underwear down and tosses them aside. Biting your lip, you then spread your legs and he pushes your dress to your stomach, exposing your very wet pussy. He looks at your folds and begins to salivate as if he’s never seen you bare before. Without much thought, he lazily pumps himself and moans at the sight of you. He leans over and pulls the top part of your dress down to your stomach as well. Now that your dress is all scrunched up, he takes his time to look at your perfect body. You used to be shy and this used to take so much time.. Now you two are in sync and it just feels so easy.

Not to mention this is his favourite view. He’s never seen anything so lovely.

Jimin caresses you breast with his hands, gently pinching and tugging your nipples. He loves the way they harden with his touch. It makes him feel like your body is reacting to him. He then cups your breasts, circling them around to watch them move before he slaps them. God, was he in love with every inch of your body. Every curve, every scar, every small detail about you made him fold.

You.

You’re his favourite thing.

He pants and you giggle, already used to the sensational feeling between your legs whenever he’s around.

“Thank you for sucking my cock, yams,” he says in a husky tone. “Was that my grad present?”

You smile at him while shaking your head. “Shouldn’t you be giving me a grad present? I am valedictorian after all—”

“Don’t put me in a bad mood.”

You shift and lean in to kiss him. “My bad,” you kiss his lips. He kisses back shortly. “Sorry, handsome.”

He pauses.

You’ve never called him that before. It sounded a little awkward but wow did it make his heart flip. Jimin blushes and you take note. “Sorry I didn’t do much.. I don’t really know how all of this works.”

Your lack of experience was never an issue. If anything, it’s what excited Jimin even more. He liked knowing that you were clueless. It made competing with you less threatening.

“I loved it,” he confesses. “Never apologize for shit like that, by the way.”

“So bossy.”

“Just how you like it.”

You two share a smile before you lay back down. Jimin groans as you spread your legs even further and run your fingers through your folds to warm him. He moves your hands away and replaces it with his fingers.

“Good job, yams. I can take it from here,” Jimin promises, placing a kiss on your collarbone.

Jimin then rubs circles around your clit, making your toes curl. He’s so good at this. He always knows how to tease and get you started. Tonight, you feel impatient. Usually you two mess around for a while but you can’t explain why right now you just need him.

“S-stop,” you stutter. “Just put it in. Fuck me already.”

He huffs, putting his hands up in surrender. “Attitude.”

“Please,” you correct yourself.

He kisses you. You chase his lips as he pulls away. “Whatever you want, yams.” Jimin promises, sealing it with one last kiss.

Jimin then intertwines his fingers with yours as he slips himself inside of you. He begins to thrust in and out, slow and full. You feel him fill you up to the rim, his balls slapping against your heat. God, you love this feeling. You love him on top of you so much, just thinking about it makes you throb.

He can feel it too.

He feels your insides tighten and watches your stomach clench. It turns him on even more. He gets harder as he continues to fuck you. Without saying anything, he lets go on your hands and digs them under your back. He tosses you around, his dick falling out for a split moment. The emptiness makes you groan.

“What are you doing—”

He keeps you on your side and lays right behind you. His one hand is underneath and stretches to your breast as the other wraps around your leg. You feel him place kisses on your neck and with his hot breath, he whispers, “put it in.”

You gasp. You love this position. Why haven’t you two done this before?

You reach over and feel his cock. Your heart begins to race as you bring him to your pussy. You love how it feels against your heat. So bold, so velvety, and so fucking hard.

When he feels your entrance, he pushes himself in. You moan at the satisfaction and can’t help but rub yourself as he fucks you.

“God, I love this! You feel so good, Jimin. You’re sooo good to me. You’re so fucking good! You fill me up so much, I can’t think straight—arghh,” you chant, “my good boy.��

Jimin’s dick twitches inside of you. You can’t help but squirm. He hisses at your reaction.

“Good boy?” he mutters, “thank you, yams.”

“Fuck me like a good boy—nghhh!”

He pumps himself in and out of you.

Harder.

Faster.

Better.

It’s like something inside him switched.

“You like that? Am I good for you? Do I make you feel good?” Jimin asks, fucking you with all his might. “Whose. A. Good. Boy?”

“Y-you! You are! You’re so fucking perfect, Jimin.”

That’s it.

That’s all it takes.

He fucks you so good, you’re beginning to sob. Your legs are shaking as he continues to hold them up. Jimin is squeezing your breasts, going back and forth with both and slapping them occasionally. At this point, you turn your face and catch a glimpse of him. He’s sweating and his mouth is slightly open ajar.

“Don’t look at me,” he growls. “Look at your fucking pussy being fucked by my thick cock right now,” Jimin instructs. “Look and study how well I fuck you.”

You listen.

You turn you attention to the way his cock goes in and out of you. Your folds slightly dragging against his thick length and how wet and sloppy the thrusts are turning to be. “I’m close,” you whimper, throwing your head back and kissing his neck rather sloppily. “I’m gonna cum, Jimin!”

You can’t even fathom anything right now. Everything feels like it’s on it’s climax and you’re standing on the edge. Everything feels too fucking good it aches.

“Kiss me,” you cry, “kiss me, please.”

You take his hand off your breast and bring them to your face. He lets his other hand go of your leg and cups your cheeks with both his hands. He brings his lips to you and kisses you hungrily. You love it. You love how he kisses you—how full his lips are and how he sucks the tip of your tongue every chance he gets. How is he so good at this? He kisses you and your breath is literally being taken away. All the while he drills into you faster and faster. You moan, you squirm, you sink into the kiss and let him fuck you so good that you—

“Fuck,” he pants as he takes himself out and spreads your folds to see your creampie. “That was so fucking good, yams. You look so good. Can I take a picture?”

Your mind draws a blank but you manage to nod. He gets up speedily and finds his phone somewhere. He kneels between your legs and opens them up, spreading your fold with his fingers. He snaps a few pictures before turning on a video. He moves his phone closer to your pussy and records your cum ooze out.

Happily, he saves the video and puts his phone aside. Jimin crawls on top of you and smiles cheekily. He kisses your forehead, bringing you back to earth. You smile at him softly and pucker up your lips for another one. Gladly, he leans in.

Smiling into the kiss, he asks, “round 2?”

You’re so fucked.

The morning after has never been awkward between you two. The aftercare is honestly pretty good too.

However, given the congested feelings between you two; it was different today. Today, the sun shines through your kitchen windows and you struggle to keep your eyes open. Meanwhile, Jimin is completely awake. So fucking ready to say and get this over with.

“I don’t want you to go,” Jimin confesses out of nowhere.

“I’m literally sitting here.”

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“This is my place so I think if anyone has to leave it’s you.”

“Yams,” he warns.

“Jimin,” you mimic, poking your tongue out at him. “Let’s not talk about it. It’s next months problem.”

“It’s a now problem.”

“Do you have to argue with everything I—“

“This is about us, yams. I’m trying to make us work.” Jimin growls, unamused by your lack of seriousness.

You stay silent.

What crawled up his ass this morning?

You two are sitting across one another, sipping coffee and spreading jam over your toast. You look at him sleepily, completely confused. He sighs, bringing his hands to his face and rubbing his chin as if it helps his thoughts progress.

“I don’t like thinking about how you won’t be around. I don’t like knowing you’re going to be far away… We literally just began, yams. I don’t want us to end in the beginning.”

You blink. “... Beginning? What are you talking about?”

“We like each other,” he points out. “You challenge me, I challenge you. You hate me, I hate you. We fuck and suddenly we’re more than that. We’re literally having breakfast together after I spent the night fucking you.”

You laugh in exchange. “Excuse me?”

“Shut up,” he rolls his eyes. “Don’t play dumb. Be an adult. Let’s talk about this.”

“Sure, I understood we were getting close.. But I’m a little confused as to where is this coming from?” you snort, bringing the toast to your mouth. You take a bite. You feel confused. Maybe it’s too early for this.. But it’s happening. What can you do? “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he corrects you. “Don’t say shit like that. It’s not funny anymore.”

“Jimin, where is this coming from?” you ask, worried you’ve offended him. He looks offended. He looks hurt.

“Here,” he points to his heart. He’s not smiling and his tone is serious. It makes you nervous. He’s never been like this before… He’s never been so honest. “You’re leaving and it has this thing,” he gestures to his heart, “acting up. I don’t know what to do but I’m sure it has to do with being with you. I need to be with you, yams.”

“I can’t stay,” you tell him softly, putting your toast down. “And even if I did, I don’t think it’d be practical to stay just for you—“

“You say it like you hated living here,” he laughs, sarcastically amused by your excuse. “You could look for jobs here and—“

“My visa—”

“You can fix it here.”

Your shoulders drop. “I need to go home—”

“Why can’t here be your home?” Jimin asks, eyes beginning to tear up. “I can be your home.”

“I can’t stay for you.”

He gulps. “Yams, you say it like you can’t love me.”

“Jimin—”

“Stay,” he begs, giving you his heart. “___, I understand it’s not practical for someone like me to ask you to do such a thing. If it’s a title you need, I’ll give it. I’ll do the boyfriend thing if it means you’ll stay. I just can’t pretend like I don’t have feelings for you because I do. Stay here or go and I’ll follow you.”

#jimin smut #jimin scenario #jimin e2l #jimin x yn #bts jimin fic #bts jimin fwb #jimin enemies with benefits #jimin agnst

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starlostseungmin · 2 years

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— you can’t write them in books, ksm.

pairing — lawyer!seungmin x writer!fem reader (with she/her pronouns)

genre — strangers to lovers trope, romance, nsfw.

warnings — profanity, reader writes 18+ novels, mentions of cheating (not seungmin), alcohol consumptions, protected sex, brief breast play, fingering, lmk if i missed something, not proofread.

word count — 9.7k

notes — this a birthday special for seungmin! i finished this fic within a day even though the first part has been sitting in my drafts, this is the final version of the au, i hope you guys enjoy! please don't forget to reblog and leave feedbacks! and happy birthday to our lovely puppy, seungmin!! my love ♡

moodboard.

Dinner was served on the top floor of that one fancy restaurant you always admire. The taste of the food is patronizing enough for you to come back all the time—it has been a tough week and you needed something to freshen up. Seeing someone you truly admire is already making your night great, except for the fact that having a date at the night when Chan’s company is having a party—they also needed your presence. The steak was medium rare, as you cut it into bite-size as your date was tasting his alcoholic drink. It was a formal date, tension keeps rising even though the musicians were playing a piece of good music. You hated the taste of alcohol, and wine is just bearable, he fell into silence and you were hesitating to speak.

A month was worth going out, meeting new people and such, having blind dates, and ending up getting real. From strangers to something serious, it was a great feeling but it came to be different in your case. He was silent as he fidgets his fingers trying to break the ice—a month of dating is finally coming to an end. You knew something was up with him, a predictable occasion for someone who was supposed to be sickly sweet to a lying bastard.

“I think I will take the initiative to break this,” You said as he nodded nervously. “If you are seeing someone other than me, why are you still doing this?”

“Y/n, I-I’m so sorry, I need to—” The man said stuttering in response.

“Are you seeing me for money? You fucking son of a bitch!” You yelled slamming the silverware on the table, earning the attention of other customers.

“Y/n, please let me explain—”

“There’s nothing for you to explain,” You scoffed. “You think you can fool me? I’ve been a VIP in this restaurant and I can ask the staff who you were with the last time you refused to have dinner with me!” You added again as murmurs from the people around started. “I thought it was getting real, but fuck you!” Jolting out of your seat, you grabbed your bag and was about to leave, “You’re paying for everything,” The man fell into despair and regret as he was embarrassed in front of many, and you headed to the counter where a barista was serving a customer for their drink. “Please hand me the most expensive drink, that imbecile will pay,”

“Excuse me?” The barista asked nervously as you glared at him, slamming your fist on the counter.

“I said give it to me!” You yelled as he quickly took something from the shelf, handing it to you. A harsh sigh escaped from your lips while exiting the restaurant—swinging your handbag on your elbow, your hands reached for the lid and started to jug the contents. You hated the taste of alcoholic drinks, especially how the champagne came in quickly. Tears fell from your eyes as you take the way out.

Seungmin arrived at the exact time, his friends were already there, early for a taste of drinks and for the sake of their dear best friend, Jisung. The former hates the taste of alcohol—even expressed his extreme dislike, but he was there to have some fun. This party was meant for Jisung after all but his company was already consumed large amounts of them. Except for Chan who was busy entertaining some of his guests. Seungmin tried to get away from the waiters walking around with their trays of champagne and wine. Some offered some drinks while he politely declined—other guests’ attention was caught at the sight of him. A handsome young lawyer in a book launch for the sake of his friend’s dignity. Jisung wrapped his arm around Seungmin’s shoulder inviting him to drink.

It never took you an hour to arrive at the venue. No one paid attention upon your arrival, well, except Hyunjin who was already tipsy. He made a disgusted face as he smelled the wine the moment you opened your mouth to greet him. A sigh of disbelief escaped your lips and rolled your eyes when he left. And now you found yourself alone at a table with a notebook facing you and a pen dancing on the empty page with an empty glass of wine on the side. Inspiration didn’t hit you like a train tonight, nothing comes up—one thing you decided to come was supposed to take inspiration, disregarding the means of the party for Jisung.

It was a good night, the venue was filled with bookworms and a few friends of the star of the night. Chan was in full support mode for Jisung while you lay alone, watching them. Socializing wasn’t your thing and Hyunjin who was the only friend you have for the event, had himself enjoying the party with the others. You didn’t mind being alone, but the thought of going home is already knocking on your door. No decent sentences were made, just a few lines being scratched and marked wrong. Nothing reached your standards. You stood up from your seat and took another glass of wine from the tray, walked around the hall, and later ended up at a large rectangular table where all of the company’s books were displayed.

Yours were placed beside Jisung, a writer who is full of angst in his life while yours were a mixture of spice and angst. Two novels were already published under Chan’s company name and another one will follow soon. A smile formed on your face when you saw the books, those two works of yours took months to write and you were proud of the results. Many loved it, but many didn’t. They didn’t matter to you anyway, as long as someone loves your work, you write, but also for yourself.

Seungmin took a glance at you—the familiar presence you’ve got made him want to remember where you met. The glass of wine came empty after one gulp, and the man standing beside you was surprised how it all went down so easily. Unlike him, he hated drinking—no friends will keep you busy anyway and Hyunjin already disappeared. You could say that your only close friend would betray you in the times like this. There were no things that captured your entertainment anyway, The brief tour of Jisung’s party ended in your clock, and decided to walk away from the venue, Chan wouldn’t mind that, and headed to the parking lot with your legs wobbling.

It’s a crime to drive under the influence of alcohol but no one would take you home at this hour. Then it hit you—you didn’t even bring your car. You laughed at your stupidity, you feel so hopeless right now. It’s inevitable. You shake your head in annoyance as you try to find your vehicle only to stumble upon a convertible, a black one. An object of inspiration for a scene in your new novel—a car? Taking out the same purple journal from your bag, you started to write something. The difference in your handwriting from drunk to normal is something you can laugh about. But it’s the idea that matters and alcohol don’t make you conscious at all times.

Leaning on the door, the idea didn’t matter if you could read it or not, as long as it is already listed down—disregard the messy writings and scratches. You started getting double vision as your brain signals to rest, you barely forgot how many glasses you drank earlier that lead you to fall on the passenger’s seat, floating in slumber after a minute. Who would leave a convertible open at night?

“Thank you, thank you, everyone!” Jisung said onto the mic as he stepped on the stage. The audience gave him a round of applause. “I would also like to thank everyone for coming here, especially my co-authors and the CEO for organizing this wonderful event, this success of mine is also the success of the company…”

Chan looks proud as he sat with Seungmin and Minho at a round table. The rest of his friends were cheering for him loudly which made Jisung’s confidence boost. Everyone was watching him but Seungmin’s attention was pointed otherwise. His phone vibrated inside his chest pocket and saw the name of his older sister on the ID. The calls seems urgent and he had to excuse himself and take them away.

“Noona,” He called.

Seungmin walked around the empty hallway as they continued to talk. The small chuckle that escaped his lips made it at ease. Seungmin never declines a call from his family, urgent or not, it’s not on his list. But things seemed a bit complicated right now that he had to leave and gather his things being placed on the table he shared with the two elders. He saluted Jisung before exiting the venue leaving the poor man on stage pouting his lips. And to his surprise, he was given another hassle.

“What the hell?” He hissed. “Miss?” He called but you were too knocked out to respond. The man even tried to snap his fingers in front of your face and waved his hands, yet he got nothing. “God, she’s totally passed out,”

Seeing you pass out on the passenger’s seat made him sigh heavily and halted for a while. He couldn’t call Chan for help when his presence is highly needed there, Hyunjin is too drunk to help and Minho would just tease him. He ran out of options and got no choice but to drive you home, calling his sister back for help in exchange for taking her hassle. Seungmin made you sit properly and buckled the seatbelt for you. The scent of wine aroused his disgust but he didn’t have the time to complain. He took off his blazer and placed it on your bare legs—the dress you wore is telling someone inside him to wake up and the blush on his cheeks made it more clear. Seungmin is a man after all, but with all due respect, he knows his boundaries. He doesn’t even know your name.

He took off and had to fall deep into his thoughts. His sister would be surprised when she finds out he brought home a girl. A total stranger in the family, but as his observations, you are very familiar.

“Did you get a girlfriend, pronto?” His sister laughed as he rolled his eyes, carrying you like a bride.

“We didn’t even talk at the event,” He said. “Did you bring clothes before you got here?”

“I did,” His sister said, placing the paper bag on his side table. “Mom is worried about you, that’s why I had to rush here,”

“Is this about the case I’m handling?” Seungmin asked, gently placing you on the soft mattress that he hated to share. “Tell her I’m fine, I have my colleagues to do this with me,”

“I know, but that’s not it, my daughter has been looking for you.” She chuckled. “You don’t have time to visit her anymore,”

“Tell her that I will, right after the first trial, okay? I missed her too,” Seungmin said with a smile. “Anyway, can you please take care of her?” He added, looking at you. “She seems frustrated when I saw her earlier, I need to call Chan hyung later,”

His sister suddenly smirked and crossed her arms on her chest, giving her younger brother a teasing look, “I wonder when are you getting married,”

“Oh come on, that’s not on the list right now,” Seungmin laughed.

“You always choose work before anything else,” His sister said shaking her head. “But if you ever change your mind, I want this girl for you,”

“Noona, that’s absurd, you don’t even know her,” Seungmin retorted but his sister just shrugged and pushed him out of his bedroom.

Seungmin was left dumbfounded as he let out a sigh of disbelief while loosening his tie. He unbuttoned his white polo, enough to let him breathe after a few hours of suffocating himself inside this office and the event that he had to flee. Seungmin took off his polo along with his pants, taking them to the washer before proceeding to the bathroom to take a midnight shower while his sister takes care of you. The remaining pieces of clothing had his body enveloped with limited heat until he reached the shower. He started to clean his body while trying to remember things related to you in the past few years—he was sure he have met you in one of those university days but due to his busy schedule, he never paid attention. The warm water washed the bubbles away from his naked body, enough to relax him and gather his thoughts. He needed to talk sense with you when you are sober.

Seungmin shakes his head making his wet hair dangle water droplets all over the glass wall. He turned off the shower to grab his robe and exited the bathroom only to find his phone along with the pile of paper with a message that the trial was rescheduled for the weekend next week, instead of Monday. He had to enjoy his weekend at least, or visit his niece tomorrow to keep his promise. He knew he had to organize the pile of readings and bring them to his office.

“She’s already good,” His sister said, getting out of his room. “It’s a miracle you’d let someone sleep on your bed,” She smirked.

“It’s bad to let her sleep on the couch,” He sighed. “Anyway, thanks for your help, just tell Mom and Sooha that I’ll visit tomorrow,”

“We’ll be expecting you,” She said. “Anyway it’s getting late, I’m going home now,”

“Let me change my clothes first and take you home,” Seungmin said but his sister shakes her head.

“Nah, I brought my car, I’ll see myself out so take a rest,” She smiled and went to the door, with him following her. “And Seungmin,”

“Yeah?” He asked before his sister could leave.

“Please hook up,” She laughed and closed the door, leaving her younger brother flustered.

Seungmin facepalmed and ruffled his wet hair—that would be impossible to take a cut on his list. He’s never interested in getting into a relationship before, he dated a few people but nothing got serious, no kisses and hookups, just a plain relationship. He knew he was boring to take initiative but none of them entertained him. Everything will become complicated if he decides to commit, or so he thought otherwise. Seeing your sleeping figure, lying peacefully on his bed made his heart feel weird for the first time. Maybe because it is his first time to bring a girl home but this is out of pity and no options left. Yet it suddenly made him a little bit happy to find a company in those lonely nights he spend in his apartment.

He sat gently beside you as he examines your face—he even fixed your hair that covers your beauty. He shouldn’t be doing this, but your presence felt so close to him. Seungmin fixed his newly washed duvet above you as he encountered the sight of your bag with a purple journal peeking inside. He shouldn’t be meddling with someone else’s things without permission but the journal seems to be interesting not to look at, especially when it had Chan’s company sticker on the cover. His eyes landed on yours before he proceeded to take off the gather and opened a few pages, that’s when he read your neat handwriting to a chaotic one. Several lines were scratched off, even the decent ones were crossed. The last page of writings made it more obvious that you wrote about Seungmin’s car which made him chuckle softly.

“So you’re a writer,” He said. “We might get along,” He smiled as he fixed your bag and left it on his side table—leaving you in his bedroom to rest.

The next morning, you never felt such good comfort from your bed and took a while to realize you are not in your room. You saw how unfamiliar the place was the moment you flutter your eyes open, even the clothes you are wearing are not yours. Hissing at the reality, you immediately sat up trying to remember what happened last night. You were sure you didn’t meet anyone before passing out, the last thing you remember was the parking lot and falling asleep on someone’s convertible—

“Fuck,” You hissed under your breath.

Your eyes wander around the room, this person must be a bookworm for having a lot of books. Even law-related books and journals about the law. It was neat and tidy—a minimalist type of room with monochrome colors. There were no pictures of the owner inside but certificates and a Day6 poster were hanging on the walls. You read the names as you walked around and started to doubt you are not in a woman’s home.

“Kim Seungmin?” You read. “Kim Seungmin,”

You knew it sounded familiar but nothing comes to your mind about the face of the person. A sigh escaped your lips as you put the certificate back on the desk and found your bag, lying on the side table. The urge to burst out of this room to go home is like opening doors for embarrassment. Seungmin must be outside, cooking breakfast or something. But it would be bad to leave without thanking him for taking care of your stupidity. And there are no options left.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Seungmin said, welcoming you.

“Uhm, yes,” You answered being nervous at the situation. “Ah, I know it’s stupid to ask but, did something happen?” You added as he gave you a puzzled look.

“If you’re thinking about something naughty, no, nothing,” He smirked as if he read your mind. The question was pretty obvious anyway, especially when you’re in this kind of situation that lies similar to those books you wrote. “And don’t just stand there, eat and sober up, I’ll drive you home later,”

“You don’t have to,” You said trying not to be awkward but you can’t refuse someone’s kindness. That’s your law and Seungmin seems not to be amused by it.

“Look, I just don’t want any hassles anymore,” He said. “I even called my sister to help, so don’t take this lightly. What’s your name?”

“Y/n, Y/n Lee,” You said, gulping your saliva.

“So Y/n, I’m responsible for you while you’re here so just do what I said,” He said with a stern look and it made you think he was hot. The thought came out of nowhere, but he is sure is a handsome young man. “Sit down,”

“I’m sorry about last night, I was drunk—,”

“I know,” He said, handing you a bowl of hangover soup. “But be careful next time, you don’t want to put yourself in danger. You’re lucky I found you unharmed and your things still intact inside your bag. Don’t be careless next time,”

“Right, that was reckless of me,” You said, praying for the floor to eat you alive and save you from this embarrassment. You can’t handle it anymore. “But thank you though,”

“Don’t mention it and eat up, before it gets cold,” He’s the cold one. Another sigh escaped your lips as you ate breakfast in silence. Seungmin didn’t even bother to continue the conversation and went to wash the dishes right after when everything got consumed. You admit it was rude of him but you can’t blame him for it was you who brought him into this dilemma. And he is too serious to mess up with. You don’t even know what to say and sat there in silence.

Seconds turned into minutes and neither of you was speaking. Only the sounds of the water from the faucet crashing to the ceramic dishes were heard. You stared at him, you wonder if he have a girlfriend or was probably married. But he is alone in this lonely apartment, yet you are convinced he is taken—it’s messed up to be single with that face and broad shoulders—

“Stop staring, it’s rude,” He said, sensing your eyes darted on him as it made you blush.

“Sorry,” You said, fanning your face with your hands.

“You’re a writer in Chan hyung’s publishing company right?” He asked.

“Hyung?” You asked back. “You know him?”

“He’s my senior in college and we work together in the law firm,” He said.

“You’re a lawyer?” You asked again as he nodded in response.

“But I can be an attorney if someone wants me to,” He said.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry about this,” You said. “I think I should go now, I’ll wash your sister’s clothes and drop by your office sometime next week. I know you’re busy with some cases Chan told me the last time so, uhm, thank you so much,” You said and grabbed your bag before running outside leaving Seungmin dumbfounded. You went gone in a blink of an eye.

Seungmin’s address was just a few blocks away from where you live but you had to take a taxi to get home. That is when you received a call from Chan you gave missed calls ever since last night. Your stupidity leads to opportunities that came unexpected—you may be embarrassed at the moment but you were lucky enough to be safe. Chan was worried, even Jisung got a little bit upset about not seeing you right when he delivered his speech and you knew Hyunjin was already unconscious about everything. You took a deep sigh before answering his call as the driver lowers the volume of his radio.

“Hey Chan, good morning,” You said.

“Y/n! Good morning, I couldn’t reach you last night,” He said. “Did something happen? I saw you leave early,”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that, I got a stomachache from the dinner I had before I got into the venue,” You lied. “Is Jisung upset with me?”

“A little bit, Seungmin also ran off last night,” Chan chuckled. “He is disappointed,”

“Right uhm,” You paused. “I owe Jisung an apology and explanation so I think I’ll be seeing him later,”

“Sure, you do that, I’ll see you at work today then,” He said cheerfully.

“Sure,” You said, dropping the call, sighing heavily—who knows what will happen in the next few days?

Seungmin flipped a page from the twenty-paged case being stapled together with a pen in his right hand, trying to take notes of important details. His office was filled with piles of paper being stacked everywhere around the corner. Post-it notes were plastered all over his walls—a mixture of reminders and schedules—Seungmin hated the sight of them. It wasn’t the best look of his office as a lawyer and accepting a case that stresses the fuck out of him isn’t always a good idea. He was too busy from one case to another that he barely managed to get some time of his own. Lucky for himself he gets to rest during the weekends.

Thinking about it, his weekend got more interesting after you disappeared from his sights. His mother knew about you after his sister spilled the beans. His niece wanted to meet the girl he brought home. It wasn’t part of the plan. He thought after everything he did for you that night he’d get rid of your presence but it wasn’t expected it would be. Seungmin knows you will show up any minute in his life.

A sigh escaped his lips as his eyes fell onto his notebook was filled with outlines from the paper, the color purple highlighter indicated clues and the blue one compromises proofs. Seungmin keeps on track with all of them and has to remind himself to take it easy—the first trial will be tomorrow. The CEO is already expecting too much from him and so is Chan who came to be the head of their team. Felix and Minho were also involved with the case but the eldest one decided to make Seungmin represent it.

The others were busy with the same case, pulling an all-nighter, and decided to sleep in their respective offices. Seungmin was no different. His eyes were already tired from reading all the articles and bases, too occupied to answer his phone. He was determined to finish reading everything to have a good sleep later even if the trial is by Friday. Being stressed as he is, he tossed the twenty-paged paper on his desk before loosening his tie to breathe. He leaned on the backrest as his head fall back on top of it, trying to relax—if not, at least try to simplify an argument. He’s been reading the moment he stepped into his office. Ideas come and go that he had to read a lot of things all over again, he wanted to get this done so bad.

A lovely morning turned into a disaster, or so he thought. But he is expecting it, anyway.

He closed his eyes attempting to take a nap even for a few minutes and even in sleep, the case still resonates, it was useless. Seungmin then again grabbed another pile to read before clicking his pen for a new set of notes—the document being flashed on the monitor’s screen is already forgotten a few hours ago. Nothing beats work for him in this situation but the thought of you suddenly appeared inside his mind. He adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose trying to focus but only to be interrupted by someone who made a few knocks on his door.

“Come in,” He said, glancing at the paragraphs he made in the document, not minding the person who was surprised by the mess of his office.

“What happened to the neat and tidy Seungmin?” It was Felix.

“Being forced to trash his office for a case,” He scoffed, tossing the papers on his desk again. “What do you want?”

“I was going to invite you for lunch,” Felix answered, hugging a few folders on his chest as Seungmin halted from his work. “The delivery guy came to my office to deliver some new readings,”

“And you’re going to hand it to me?” Seungmin asked as the older boy gave a shy smile. “Hand it over,”

“Not so fast Mr. Kim,” Felix said, taking them away from his reach. “Another mail came, he asked me where your office was so I told him I will take it,” He added, handing him a medium box with the folders on top of it. Seungmin let out a grunt after taking his materials—one that would make his life more miserable than it seems.

“Thanks,” Seungmin said.

“Are we up for lunch now?” Felix beamed.

“Be right there,” Felix took it as a yes and left his office, leaving the younger one dumbfounded. All he did was read ever since the case has been validated by the team, a cup of ramen or jajangmyeon for dinner, he wasn’t able to cook for himself properly. The extension of the case allowed him rest but that is not all of it. He wanted it to end so badly and then again, a tired sigh was heard from him. Seungmin stood up from his swivel chair for blood flow—after hours of sitting made him exhausted—his hands picked up each document from different folders before reading the headings.

“This fucking sucks,” He hissed under his breath until he encountered the mail, Felix was talking about.

It was from the book company that he invested—not related to his job but for the sake of him being a bookworm, novels. A company that Chan owned as a sideline. He receives new books once every two months, regardless of the genre, he will read them by heart. This time, the mail showed him at least four of the new books of his best writers, and one of them belonged to a name with which he is very familiar.

It became a hobby ever since he was in high school, he collected books and read them when he have the chance, which happens after studying—one that keeps him amused from the world full of harsh menace—his reading habit came across in his idea taking law as a profession, a hint of inspiration from his father surfaced as well. He once came across one of his father’s books that lead him to read about the law. Seungmin loves reading—a reason why Chan invited him to be a shareholder and was given the privilege to receive books from his company for free, he is very pleased.

Seungmin smiled at the sight of them—a reason to smile inside hell, but he couldn’t touch them even if it urges him to read. Shaking his head, he grabbed his blazer and wore it before leaving his office. He was greeted politely and cheerfully by his juniors and the staff, which he happily greeted back. Even if work is a living hell, at least the people around him were good to treat him nicely. He arrived at the cafeteria to get his tray of food before joining Chan, Minho, and Felix at the usual table. Chan’s smile was so big that made Seungmin confused.

“Here’s our ace,” Chan welcomed as Minho chuckled in response.

“Shut up,” Seungmin whined as he sat beside Felix.

“Did you receive the books?” Chan asked as Seungmin started to dig in.

“Yeah, Felix brought them over,” The youngest one answered.

“I brought Jisung’s book for you,” Chan said as Seungmin gave him a nod.

“It’s Jisung anyway, how did you even decide to make a party for someone who writes about breakups,” Felix sighs as Seungmin smirks.

“He’s good,” Chan laughed. “I’m telling you when things get tough with you and your partner, that man will ruin it for you,”

“This is why I have trust issues,” Minho scoffed. “He won’t get into a proper relationship when he loves to break it,” Minho added.

“Come on, it was his book launch,” Chan defended. “Too bad he’s upset with you and Y/n,” Then, the name suddenly rings the bell for Seungmin.

“I didn’t see her last Friday night, but she told you she would come right?” Felix said.

“Yeah she did, I talked to her last weekend, and she said she had to leave because of a stomach ache,” Chan said, taking a spoon full of food. “Jisung was playfully upset when she got to work last Saturday morning, jeez,” Seungmin suddenly burst out laughter making everyone around him thought he was crazy. No one knew how he managed to have some time with you when you were supposed to go home.

“What’s funny?” Minho asked.

“Nothing,” Seungmin answered getting back to his proper composure, and proceeded to eat.

“You’re weird,” Felix said.

“I know,” Seungmin scoffed.

Afternoon came and piles of papers and folders were transferred to Chan’s office giving Seungmin a sigh of relief. His workplace is neat again—yet he still has a lot to read. Other materials were given as his homework but he can’t go home just yet. He tried to clean the remaining trash and decided to buy himself some coffee before taking his usual work aside from the case he was doing. A meeting at Chan’s office is also scheduled before dinner and, he’ll be taking a nap for a few minutes. Or he thought it would follow his plans.

The books from the mail are waiting for him to read but he guessed he could only check the synopsis on the back cover and read them when he gets home. Seungmin walked back to his office after ordering his usual iced americano in a nearby cafe when he saw Felix talking to someone in the hallway. The figure seemed very familiar that he stopped walking to examine them. He was stunned by how that person had a bubbly relationship with his friend, and that’s when Felix felt his gaze in his direction. There he realized it was you.

“Hey, Seungmin!” Felix called. “Good timing, someone’s looking for you,” He said. Seungmin gave you a small bow and you did the same in return before he could approach the both of you. “Where have you been?”

“I went to get some coffee,” He said. “What are you doing here?” He asked you.

“I wanted to return these,” You smiled, showing him the paper bag you’ve bought with his sister’s clothes then Felix made a suspicious look.

“Oh,” He said. “In my office please,”

“Wait, you guys know each other?” Felix asked when you were about to leave.

“Not really, we just met a few days ago,” Seungmin said as you nodded in agreement. “I have to discuss a private matter with her so, we’ll head to the office,” He added and smiled at you, gesturing the way to his office.

“Okay,” Felix said, still intrigued.

“I’ll see you later Felix,” You smiled and followed Seungmin.

“Isn’t it suspicious?” Chan suddenly appeared behind Felix making the poor boy clench his chest from the surprise. “They both left early during Jisung’s book launch,”

“I guess they hooked up,” Minho suggested as Felix looked at him.

“Oh come on, they just met a few days ago, it’s impossible.” Felix defended. “Besides, Seungmin is not interested in terms of dating, am I right hyung?” The younger one asked Chan.

“We never know, Seungmin’s unpredictable sometimes,”

Felix and Minho looked at each other, one had a silly smile on his face while wiggling his brows and the other one wasn’t convinced with anything. Chan patted their backs and left, Felix shook his head as Minho followed the older one. It would be good if something unpredictable would happen to Seungmin—that is if he wanted to. The three of them left the hallway as they proceeded to their respective offices, Chan was sure about his suspicions.

“Have a seat,” Seungmin said as he took his way to his desk.

“No, no, I won’t be long, I just came to return your sister’s clothes,” You said.

“Are you in a hurry?” He asked, taking a seat before loosening his tie—which you find a little bit attractive.

“No, but just in case I am interrupting your work,” You answered as he shake his head.

“Not at all, I’m on break so please take a seat. I have a very important matter to discuss with you,” He said as you finally took a seat.

“Shoot,”

“I received a mail this noon, it happened to be Chan hyung’s company books, and I got yours,” He started. “Care to tell me what is it about? I saw the cover, it’s giving me the mature type of genre,”

It made you nervous the moment he spoke about it. You’re not the type to share your stories rather you would just let people judge when they read. Seungmin’s question is something you would dodge and it will be embarrassing to tell him about it. You write 18+ stories for fun when you were in college—you were not a horny young adult that would fantasize about sex, but it is the story that matters the most. Having mature scenes was only there to spice up everything despite the angst. And you are suddenly left speechless.

“Why are you asking me?” You chuckled nervously.

“Because you wrote it and I’m about to read it,” Seungmin answered as you let out a gentle scoff.

“If I tell you, the book won’t be a surprise anymore,” You smiled. “And you can’t ask me anything about it because if I do, I won’t stop talking about it until I let out a spoiler so just read it and tell me what you think if you want,”

“Hmm if I love the book,” He smirked. “But anyway, that’s not the important matter I want to discuss with you,”

“Go ahead,” You said.

“My sister saw you that night, she wanted me to bring you home to get to know each other and my mom as well,” He said.

“That escalated too quickly,” You said, chuckling nervously as you interlocked your fingers together. “What for?”

“This place is not meant to discuss personal matters but I’ll just make it brief,” He started. “Are you free tomorrow night?”

“What?” You asked eyes widened at his question. You heard it right, Seungmin is unpredictable sometimes but not this.

“If not it’s okay, I’ll just tell them that time is too complicated for us—”

“No, no! I mean, are you asking me out on a date?” You asked, heart, beating so loud.

“I am.” He said with a stern look. “And will not take rejection,” You stared at him in disbelief as you ran your fingers on your hair, clearing your throat.

“That’s good, let’s meet at 7 o’clock, I’ll text you the address,”

That was what he said before you left his office. You didn’t even know why you said yes to being his date—maybe because of peer pressure. Chan and Felix might be disappointed if you reject Seungmin. No, that’s not it. Maybe because his sister and mother wanted to meet you? It’s possible.

Seungmin decided to rest that night and read while finishing his dinner but he was only led to the pile of his new books being displayed on the side. Curiosity enveloped him when he encountered the book from a very familiar writer. You said you wouldn’t spoil him with it but he was glad you agreed when he asked you out. Even if you just met him that weekend. It was nothing to be embarrassed about anymore, getting to know him will lessen the burden that you carry on your shoulders.

He remembered Hyunjin was recommending some books and he mentioned it was all about romance. Stories that he wanted to fill his life too, not just with work. Seungmin rarely reads about romance, he was more into moralities and philosophy, lessons that he can use for his well-being. At first, Seungmin refused, but reading the synopsis on the back cover had him hooked. A little romance wouldn’t hurt him that is why your book will be the first one tonight.

He should be focused on what’s going to happen tomorrow but screw that mail, he wanted to read the book anyway. Thinking about it, Seungmin wanted to know what was up with this new novel. An excited smile plastered on his face before cleaning the counter—placing everything inside his room. He immediately changed into his hoodie and shorts, plopping on his bed with your book in his hands. Seungmin enjoyed the first few pages but his sleepy eyes didn’t want him to pull an all-nighter again, he didn’t know you write such a genre, one that spices up someone’s night. Hyunjin fucking recommended an author who wrote 18+ a while ago, he could imagine him smirking right now yet Seungmin could only laugh at the thought.

“So this is what you’re up to,” He muttered.

Seungmin went deeper into the story as he added his weight to the pillows. Flipping pages from one to another, his imagination goes wild on how the main characters get high on sex. The woman keeps moaning the man’s name as he buried himself deeper when the woman was on fours while pulling her hair. Seungmin adjusted the neckline of his hoodie as his cheeks turned red along with his ears. The burning heat that enveloped them made his heart beat faster. The man played with her clit as he thrusts faster while the woman was pinching her nipples. Seungmin could imagine everything that he had to close the book, he felt his clothed erection when his hand landed between his legs. He swore he is not a pervert, maybe it’s just a normal reaction but for fuck’s sake, it’s not like he’s reading something like this for the first time.

“Shit,” He hissed as he lay down, trying to ignore it but he had to take responsibility for himself. And it is quite funny.

The next night was the scheduled date, one that you really have to prepare yourself for. You saw Seungmin waiting at the table he reserved the moment you got into the restaurant he told you about. He seems like he just got out of work but he looks dashing ever since you saw him that night. And you don’t want to screw up this time. A smile formed on his face when he saw you coming, the beautiful dress you prepared had his jaw dropped at how pretty you were with it. Even the style of your hair suits you and the shoes. He never felt like this before, of course, he doesn’t, he never dated anyone using this type of concept. Maybe you are the first.

“Sorry I’m a bit late, I had to get my car fixed,” You said, taking the seat in front of him.

“You look beautiful,” He said that made you caught off guard.

“Thank you,” You smiled shyly. “You look handsome yourself,”

“Thanks, I appreciate it so much,” He smiled as he went to give the orders.

Dinner started and this time, it wasn’t like the last time you dated a stupid jerk who only knows cheating and a gold digger. Seungmin’s presence made you feel reassured and contented, you know he is someone you could rely on at first sight. But then you know the risk of falling in love and in this case, he only asked you out in a rush because of his family. Nothing will be sincere, but for the sake of his sister, you had to thank him for that. It will be a waste of opportunity to let a man like him go, and if you were to marry someone, you wanted to be him. Not because of his profession but because of those small ways he did when you slept in his apartment. Of course, you became his responsibility, but he shouldn’t treat a stranger like that. It made your heart leap every time you think about it.

You always write them on your laptop, imagining things that you would want to happen in your life. It is always fantasizing but not to be put in reality. You grew tired of being hopeless romantic, people your age are getting married and having babies while your group of friends is either dating or single like you. There is no pressure that lies between the lines but you are also dreaming about your future with someone. Maybe breaking it off with that jerk opened doors for you to meet Seungmin. But you never want to rush things, you doubt it will end quickly after meeting his sister and mother. Nothing will come after that.

Or you thought otherwise.

“Would you mind if I ask you something?” He asked, slicing the steak on his plate.

“Go ahead,” You smiled, taking a bite of your food.

“What happened to you last weekend? I mean, don’t answer it if it’s too personal,” He said, taking the meat inside his mouth.

“Oh, I broke up with someone,” You smiled bitterly. “I mean, we were just seeing each other for a month, nothing serious between us yet but then I found out he was two-timing me so yeah. I was devastated and went on for a drink, I’m sorry I caused you trouble,” You sighed in between.

“Sorry I judged you easily,” He said as you shake your head.

“Not at all, it was my fault anyway,” You said. “I shouldn’t have agreed to go on a date with him if I knew,”

“That’s not your fault, you didn’t even know,” He answered. “It was his mistake for taking advantage of you though,”

“You think so? I thought we were getting serious but oh well,” You chuckled bitterly. “Nothing works for me, I mean, I’ve been single for the rest of my life,”

“Hey, hey, that’s not true, something will work for you,” Seungmin reassured.

“If there is, then, will you be that someone who would work with me?” You said, looking directly into his eyes as he was caught off guard. “I’m sorry, it was a joke, I never mean it, I’m not probably your type—”

“Who said you’re not?” Seungmin smirked. “I can work out things for the both of us Y/n, that is why I asked you out,” He paused which made you stop eating. “That is if you want me to, then I will,”

“Are you serious?” You asked, taking your glass of wine.

“I’ve read your book last night, I couldn’t put it down,” He started. “Let’s disregard the mature scenes and my physical reactions—”

“Wait, physical reactions?” You laughed. “What happened?”

“Y/n, just like you, I have embarrassing moments too you know?” He scoffed, making you shrug.

“I’m totally convinced that it was something funny or spicy,” You nodded but he just rolled his eyes playfully at you.

“But let’s focus on the story,” He started. “I get that your characters have trust issues and traumas, they find time to heal and we know it’s not that easy. Things are too complicated to comprehend but your two characters find comfort with each other despite the fact that one of them is cold and the type to not give in easily. I get your point okay? You can’t heal your scars alone, even if you want to be alone. But the story differs in our reality Y/n, you wanted to be loved, and I wanted time but I feel lonely too, my mother wants me to get married but I wanted to take my time. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to risk myself falling in love. You can write anything you want, but this,” He stopped in between, “You can’t write them in books,”

“You have a good deal in that,” You smiled.

“Which is why I wanted to spend a lot more time with you, that is if you will allow me,” He smiled back. “I’m not usually like this,”

“Seungmin…” You called.

“I know it’s stupid, we just met and all. I just read your book, and I fell in love with it, I’m not the type of guy to give in easily but you—you just made something different in me you know?” He smiled. “Maybe all of this is unexpected but, I’m serious,”

“Everything is,” You chuckled. “But that’s not the case for me Seungmin, you were right about me wanting to be loved,” You smiled. “And you should know how happy I am when you asked, of course, I definitely want you to,”

Seungmin couldn’t hide his smile anymore and it wasn’t that long when you asked if you could stay the night in his apartment inside of him driving you to yours. Conversations lasted inside his car, you shared a lot of things to get to know each other. He finally remembered how both of you went to the same college, you were only freshmen when you met but time and fate didn’t let you meet. He was a Political Science major and went to law school after graduation while you took Literature and went to work as an assistant to Chan in his publishing company and later become one of his best-selling authors after proposing a draft.

Having this relationship with him sounds so rushed but you couldn’t reject someone like him at the first glance. He begs to differ from that jerk you dated before—he is someone special in your heart now. Maybe you should thank him for leading you to Seungmin or maybe his sister who wanted you to hook up with him. But those didn’t matter, for now, you wanted to spend some time with him to dig deeper into the new relationship.

He brought you home that night but he didn’t manage to get to his bedroom when he started kissing you by the entrance. An arm wrapped around your waist as his hand rested on your cheek while you threw your arms around his neck pulling him closer. You could taste the sweet wine you had earlier—the kiss was gentle at first, the usual soft and intimate affection but it somehow led to tongues colliding together as he pressed himself against you. A soft grunt escaped your lips when you felt your back against his white walls, your fingers played with his black locks and entangled with them as his kiss turned passionate and hot.

You only write them in books, a kiss never felt so real when you have yours connected with his. The strong sense of infatuation didn’t seem to last, you wanted this to be more as much as he does. Seungmin never gives in so easily, but when it comes to you, he wants to go down. He bit your lower lip and started sucking at them before kissing you again. Your hand rested on his chest as the other one kept playing with his soft locks—it felt good, kissing him felt so good. His gentle and soft lips wanted to take it to something more intense. He carried you to his room and made you sit on his bed with the lights never bothered to be switched on. The city lights outside creep through an open window that settles a dim atmosphere. He never broke the kiss, nor you didn’t want to stop. You wanted it to stay there and molded with yours—you never thought your first kiss would be something like this and he never thought you would be this good.

His kisses were intense—your hands tried to pull his blazer off his broad shoulders, which he helped you make it easy. Your fingers loosening his tie that he took it away over his head and crashed his lips on yours again to keep the pace. But he had to stop when he felt your hands trying to unbutton his white polo, leaving a peck on your lips.

“Are you sure about this?” He whispered against his breath as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Yeah,” You nodded in response. “Please?”

“Shit,” He hissed as you felt his lips attack yours again. His hands reached for the zipper at the back of your dress as he slowly pulled them down. Still, in a daze under his kiss, you managed to take off his polo and felt his broad shoulders. Seungmin pushed you down as your back hit the soft mattress as he undressed, throwing everything on the floor including the remaining pieces of clothing, revealing a wonderful sight from you. “You’re really beautiful,” He smiled before hovering himself above you and started kissing you again.

“You’re naughty,” You said, humming his kisses.

“Says the one who wrote that book,” He smirked in between. Your legs parted when you felt his fingers rubbing circles on your clit to feel how wet you were, making a small whimper escape from your lips. His cold fingers felt good—the way they touched you made the heat inside your body grow. You bite your lower lip when you feel 2 digits sliding inside and your hands tighten their grip on his broad shoulders as he leaves wet kisses on your neck. Seungmin slowly thrusts his fingers inside you and his free hand squeezes your breast. Hissing underneath your breath, moans started to follow—your cunt started sucking them, really good. Your lips parted when you felt his teeth dig into your neck, nipping and sucking your bare skin.

His lips met yours again, he would never get tired of it. He loves the way the taste of the wine remained intact between your lips and tongue. Seungmin keeps thrusting his fingers making you whimper in between his hungry kisses and you wanted to feel more than his fingers could. He tasted your juices that coated his fingers before he took a condom inside his drawer.

“Let me help you,” You said when he kissed your lips to stop.

“Just stay back, baby,” He smiled, opening the small sachet. You felt the tip of his cock rubbing on your entrance when was done. Seungmin buried himself slowly inside you. You gasped and throw your head back on his pillow, scratching his bare back.

“Shit,” You hissed.

“I’ll go slow, love, trust me,” He whispered before kissing your cheek, down to your lips again. Seungmin kept his promise to be gentle, but despite of it, you can’t help but savor the taste of what heaven looks like—how much more if he goes hard?

Your lips parted as you let out the sounds that aroused him more to be fucking gentle. He was aware that he have work tomorrow but that doesn’t matter now. Having you under him on his bed felt like one of the best moments in his life. Seungmin is tired from work, you knew that after examining his eyes when you saw him during dinner but fucking you felt like he was not exhausted at all. His pace started to get faster and pound you over the past minutes. You dug your nails on his back, making red lines visible on his skin making him hissed above you.

He couldn’t keep up being gentle when he heard you scream his name. A smirk was formed on his lips upon loving the sounds you make. Your legs parted wide as you felt his length going in and out. His gentle manner disappeared—maybe he lied about being gentle. Even your eyes were madly shut to feel his movements and lost it when his mouth started sucking your hard nipple.

“God, that feels so good,” You moaned, biting your lip.

“You like it?” He asked, biting your tits while bucking his hips faster, making the sinful sound grow louder. Seungmin started kissing your neck, which made you turn to the side to give him access. And still keeping the pace he’s been doing. Your breath sounded heavy as he goes hard, and the same goes for him as you felt his hot breaths near your cheeks. He loves the sight of you going crazy over him, despite being strangers in the first few nights, this feeling felt like he’s been waiting to fuck the shit out of you. Fuck being gentle, you’re already loving it when he went hard. Your arms wrapped around Seungmin’s neck as he went in deeper making your back arched and toes curled up on his sheets.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked, kissing your cheeks.

“I’m close,” You breathed heavily.

“Go on,” He said, kissing your lips.

Seungmin laid on the top of you after a sweet release. Sharing heavy breaths, lying on his mattress felt good after a tiring day—Seungmin never denied it. He’s happy he did it with you. A smile formed on his face as his fingers traced your cheeks before giving you another kiss on the lips. Pulling him closer for a hug had deepened the soft connection of your mouth against each other though it didn’t last long when he decided to lay down beside you and you went for a hug. His fingers started stroking your hair as he kissed your forehead. He should have gotten close to you despite the busy schedules you had in college. And what if he did?

“Tell me, love, what were you doing in my car that night?” He asked, pulling you closer to his naked body as he pulled the duvet to cover you both. Your fingers reached his bangs covered in sweat, exposing his forehead—he’s more handsome than ever.

“I was just checking that out, your convertible looks nice,” You chuckled in response. “I wasn’t trying to steal your car, I swear, I just fell asleep,”

“You were drunk,” Seungmin pointed out.

“A little bit… I think it wasn’t just a little,” You laughed. “I was drinking before I came to the venue. I thought I can handle myself but my tolerance betrayed me,”

“You’re so cute, but don’t do it again,” He chuckled. “You might end up in someone else’s car again. But I’m glad it happened to be mine though, I wouldn’t have met you,”

“Me too,” You said as he smiled, leaning closer to kiss the tip of your nose making you let out a giggle.

“I was wondering,” He said, stroking your hair as you hugged him closer.

“Hmm?”

“If you could attend the first trial this Friday morning? Let’s meet my mom and sister in the afternoon if that’s okay with you,” He said as you looked up at him.

“I would love to,” You smiled at him.

“Then that’s settled,” He answered before giving you another kiss on the lips. “Let’s get some sleep now love,”

“Seungmin,” You called.

“Yeah?”

“Will they like me? I mean, everything is rushed but,” You said worriedly when he gave you another kiss on the lips. He will never grow tired of it, even if you were going to spend a lifetime if fate allows you to.

“My sister loves you already,” Seungmin said. “The moment she saw you, she knew I was never going to be single again. You’re the first woman I brought home,” You could feel the blush on your cheeks and buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“Then let’s be together for a long time,” You said, scooching closer while hugging his waist. Seungmin smiled at the thought.

“I promise,” He answered, kissing the crown of your head.

“Another thing,” You said, making him chuckle in response.

“What?”

“You said physical reactions during dinner, what are those?” Seungmin burst out in laughter as his cheeks turned red. “What?” You chuckled.

“Do you really want to know?” He asked as you nodded in response.

“I have an assumption but I would like to hear you first,” You said, taking his hand—playing with his long fingers.

“Let’s hear your assumption first,” He said, pressing his lips onto yours.

“You got hard?” You laughed when he let out a chuckle.

“You naughty,” He said making you giggle as he went on top of you again—kissing you.

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years

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Henry Cavill x fem!reader

Summary: Henry discovers something he really did not see coming.

Wordcount: 987

Warnings: Mention of sex

A/N: So, I caved and wrote a final third part 😂😂 This will be the last part!! I hope you enjoy xx

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His make-up artist’s name is Katie and Katie has a four year old son Luke. Luke is a real angel. Because of his mom’s job, Luke joins the set a lot when his father is unable to take him for the day. However, Luke never is a pain. He always is happy and adores the fact his mom got to work with Superman.

‘Oh no,’ Katie says. ‘I dropped something again.’

‘Don’t worry, mommy,’ Luke says, crouching down to get whatever she dropped. It’s the umpteenth time he picked something up his mother dropped, but since she’s seven months pregnant now, it’s harder for her to crouch down. But she and her husband raised Luke well and he doesn’t mind.

She ruffles the soft hairs of the kindergartner. ‘Thanks sweetie, you’re so darling.’

‘I’m going to sleep over at Pete’s place today,’ Luke tells Henry. ‘He’s my best friend. He, his mom and stepdad and new sister Tess are going to pick me up. Mommy, when are they coming?’

‘Between now and five minutes or so?’ Katie says. ‘Henry, sit still.’

Henry jokingly exchanges a look with Luke, who giggles. ‘Yes boss,’ Henry says. ‘You excited for the sleepover at Pete’s?’

‘Yes,’ Luke says. ‘He is going to tell me how to take care of a little sister. His baby sister is eight months now.’

‘That’s sweet of Pete,’ Henry says. ‘Preparing you for big brotherhood.’

Four minutes pass, when the door opens. ‘Pete!’ Luke yells, jumping up and down in excitement, before hugging his best friend. Pete is a cute little guy, with wavy chocolate brown hair, a little bit taller than Luke. ‘This is Superman.’

‘No way,’ Pete says, as his eyes land on Henry. ‘He really is Superman.’ The little guy is very polite, because he instantly makes his way over to Henry, holding out his hand. ‘Hello,’ he says, holding out his hand. ‘My name is Pete.’

‘I’m Henry, lovely to meet you Pete.’ He looks the young boy in his eyes, only to see the kid has a patch of brown in his blue eyes. ‘Your eyes look similar to mine,’ Henry notes.

Then Pete notices it too. ‘Wow, that is super awesome. I never met someone who had that.’

Luke’s mouth falls open. ‘Maybe that means you’ll be Superman too in the future,’ he whispers. ‘My friend is going to be Superman.’

As the two boys babble about the possibilities of Pete being the future Superman (little kids and their imagination), Katie says to Henry: ‘Wait just a minute.’

He hears her welcoming Pete’s mom, stepdad and also cooe about how adorable the baby is. ’Can I please hold her?’ Katie asks.

‘Go ahead,’ he hears a man’s voice.

‘Dad,’ Pete says, clearly fully embracing the fact that his stepdad feels like his dad, ‘this is Superman.’

His stepdad appears like a nice man. Very friendly, very kind and a man who looks like a man who’d be a dad. ‘Aha, Superman, nice to meet you, man.’

They exchange a quick word, when Pete walks away to drag his mom over here. ‘Mom, this is Superman. Superman, this is my mom.’

His blood stops rushing through his veins, as his eyes land on the woman. She looks the exact same…

Her eyes meet his and she blinks. ‘Oh,’ she says, after she pulled herself together, ‘it’s the actor.’ She smiles in a fake manner, as if they hadn’t had sex more than five years ago.

‘Nice to meet you,’ Henry says, but his chest tightens, when realization hits.

Her husband must sense she’s acting a little bit different. ‘Honey, you alright?’ he asks, placing his hand on her back.

‘I’m fine,’ she says. ‘Just a little starstruck.’

Henry thought a lot about her, but he did the right thing. He had disabled the number and decided to move on with his life. They agreed it would be a one time thing and when he went on press tours again, he tried to forget about her.

But he couldn’t. She was on his mind a lot, every time he slept with someone else. She became the standard to which he holds every woman he sleeps with.

And here she is, with a husband and two kids. They’re a happy family.

‘Anyways Katie,’ she says, ‘we’ve got to go. We need to pick up a few things for the sleepover. Boys, how do nacho’s and marshmallows sound?’

‘Delicious!’ Luke exclaims, wrapping his arms around her waist, almost like she’s his own mom. ‘See you tomorrow, mommy,’ he then says to his own mother, giving her a kiss.

‘Oh, I’ll miss you darling. Be sweet to them, okay?’

‘Will do. Bye Henry,’ he says with a smile.

‘Bye kid.’

Katie hands little Tess to her again and says: ‘Oh, I could just eat the little girl,’ causing Tess to giggle.

‘It was nice to meet you, Superman,’ Pete says and all of the sudden Henry sees so much of himself in the kid. The same smile, the eyes and the little waves in his brownish hairs.

‘It was nice to meet you too,’ Henry says. He says his goodbyes to her husband and she looks at him one more time.

He shouldn’t have disabled the number. He bets she tried to call him.

She clenches her jaws and purses her lips for a split second, before she smiles in an empty manner again. ‘Goodbye Henry,’ she says. Her eyes tell it all and he got the message.

He needs to stay away.

Henry wonders what would’ve happened if he hadn’t disabled the phone. If he could’ve taken the call. He wants kids, he always knew he one day wanted to become a father.

And he just blew it. He could’ve gotten himself a family.

So, he doesn’t do anything and watches her happy family and Luke walk out of there.

At least, not yet.

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sunflowervoltwentyeight · 1 year

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Hello! I wanted to put together a February 2023 fic rec bc I’ve read some very amazing fics so far this year. This includes my January recs as well bc I forgot to make one last month lol anyway, in no particular order, enjoy!!!

Love Is A Word, You Gave It A Name by CuckooTrooke/ @larrydoinglaundry (158k)

After two decades in brutal show business, Louis Tomlinson is trying to restore his tranquility of mind in the peace of Northern Europe where the sun barely sets, Maria's bar is always open, and young Harry has an irresistible spark in his eyes.

Sweet Little You by @rosesforriley (112k)

Harry Styles has been passionately researching artificial pregnancy to give a shot at conception to anyone who cannot naturally conceive for years, and after nearly a decade, he finally cracks it. He's about to make medical and scientific history, and, well, who better to be the first test subject than himself? He's always wanted a baby after all. And who better to ask to help him conceive his baby than his goofy best friend/colleague who wants absolutely nothing to do with being a father? They sure would make a cute baby, wouldn't they?OR: Harry is having a baby and he's making it everybody's business.

Untangle Me by suicxne (103k)

Louis finds himself out of place in LA, unable to get at an itch that’s been bothering him for years. He supposes back in the early days, home hadn’t been a place. It’d been a person. He’d etched it permanently into his skin for fucks sake. It was always him and Harry. Stuck to each other like super glue. Pulled together by some magnetic force, existing in their own bubble. Everyone could see it, but that was half the problem, wasn’t it?It’s not like Louis can pinpoint the exact moment in time when him and Harry fell out of sync. There wasn’t really one at all. It had been a gradual slip, like the tide wearing away at a sandstone cliff. Chipping the solid foundations until there was nothing left to stop the structure falling to the waves below. It’s not like he spends all of his time sitting around moping over a lost friendship, he’s good at distractions. But LA only seems to accentuate the distance between them. Two separate planets, not even in the same solar system.Or the one where Harry and Louis finally get it right.

For As Long As I Can Remember (It’s Been December) by @greenfeelings (128k)

After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

Featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, Harry chasing memories that won’t come back, Louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can’t forget, Liam being torn between two of his best friends, Zayn as a moral compass and Niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty.

Teach Me How To Love by @perfectdagger (70k)

Louis can’t believe he’s third wheeling, again, so he scans the bar trying to find something better to do.

And he does, he recognizes a face.

That face looks angry, almost fuming and Louis takes a gulp from his beer and looks to the other side, pretending he didn’t even see the bloke, pretending he has no clue who that person coming over his way is. “You’ve told everyone and their mother that I’m a bad fucker?!”

That’s how Harry greets him Smooth. Not really. The one in which Harry is bad at sex and Louis spreads it all over town and to make up for it, decides to help him with no agenda of getting anything from it, but in the end, he ends up getting more than he bargained for.

Just Ask Me To by tellmethisisnotlove (120k)

“You’re telling the truth,” Louis whispers.

“Of course I’m telling the truth!” Harry doesn’t even care that he sounds exasperated.

“Oh my god.” Louis grabs the wall behind him as if looking for support. His body slides down against it until he’s sitting crouched on the floor.

He mumbles something but Harry can’t really figure out what it is. He crouches down, and looks desperately at the breaking boy in front of him.

“You’re telling the truth,” Louis whispers. “You were not supposed to–”

“I was not supposed to do what? Tell me please,” Harry urges, taking Louis’ hands gently in his.

Or the X Factor era canon fic where they learn how to be a couple and that not everyone is going to be on their sides especially those with plain white t-shirts and saccharine smiles.

Chasing, Searching, Dreaming by @parmahamlarrie (46k)

Everyone is chasing, searching, dreaming of their soulmate.

Harry has known who his soulmate is since he was twenty years old, and ever since, he has been waiting for Louis to be ready for him. The unexpected passing of Louis' mum, and the fact that now he is the guardian of his twin two-year-old little siblings, just means that Harry is going to have to wait a bit longer.

A soulmate AU full of cute kids, house building, therapy, and a lot of dreaming.

You Can Hear It In The Silence by @imogenleefic (234k)

When Harry Styles received acceptance into a post-grad degree, he knew he could no longer afford his flat leaving him with three options:

1) Moving back into student halls. 2) Becoming homeless. 3) Moving in with his best (and only) friend, Niall, and three of Niall's other friends. He ended up choosing the third option. But it was a close race. Shame one of his new housemates reminded him why he only has one friend. If Louis Tomlinson had to choose one thing couldn't stand, it would be pretentious tossers, having grown up around enough of them. If he had to choose something he couldn't live without, it would be his friends. So he was proper thrilled to move in with his best mates and a couple of other lads. That was until he discovered one of them was the archetype for a pretentious tosser.

In the interest of seeing out the twelve-month lease without killing each other, they both try (debatable) to get along despite believing they were opposite in almost every conceivable way, each having the communication skills of a cucumber, and secrets that had no business be kept secret.

Tired Tired Sea by @mediawhorefics (113k)

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter. (the lighthouse au part 1)

14/09/2019 by @mediawhorefics (3k)

In mid-September, Harry comes home.

A Tired Tired Sea Coda. (the lighthouse au part 2)

#sorry for posting this 3 times I'm having technical difficulties lol #read #28th appreciation #2023 fic rec #larry fic rec

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liaromancewriter · 1 year

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A Modern Romance

Premise: Sienna reaches out to a friend, but it’s not long before it becomes something more.

Book: Open Heart (pre-series AU) Pairing: Sienna Trinh x Max Valentine (M!OC) Rating/Category: Mature. Angst Format: Prose + Text Fic Words: 2,970

A/N: I'm participating in @choicesprompts and the opening inspired me to write the second part of my Maxenna AU. Submitting to @choicesjanuarychallenge Day 24, all prompts. I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 15, prompt 2 (in bold).

Part 1: Max

“I didn’t mean it like that!”

“How did you mean it then?”

“You know…in a good way!”

“In what universe could what you just said be construed in a good way?”

They stood facing each other, hearts pounding, chests heaving with emotion. Neither wanted to be the first to admit their feelings to the other.

“I’m leaving!”

“Wait! Please don’t! I….I’m ready to tell you the truth!”

Max Valentine had never felt this way about anyone. So, it stood to reason that Sienna Trinh was the only one who could hurt him like no one else before.

He wanted to stay and listen, believe her excuses, but a part of him was afraid if he did that, it would be over for them before it truly began.

“I think you’ve said enough,” he said dismissively.

“I’d always heard rebound sex was amazing, but I never believed it until now.”

He repeated the words she’d murmured as she nestled against him when he returned to her bed after disposing of the condom. Their bodies were still hot and slick, heartbeats slowly returning to normal after an incredible high.

“Those were your exact words, right?” Her contrite look did nothing to assuage his hurt. “What else is left to say then?”

He glanced around the room, his eyes tracking the trail of clothing on the floor, his and hers, that told its own story of how they got here. He reached for his jeans and pulled them on quickly. Somehow his shirt had ended up draping the top of her lamp.

She silently got dressed too, the earlier heat between them now cold as the silence stretched. The scent of their lovemaking still lingered in the air, but the euphoria of finally coming together was long gone.

After all these months of waiting, of becoming friends, her words had been like a shot to his heart. Max wanted to chalk it off to a bad experience. He’d been with enough women to know it happened. But he didn’t think this—her—would be as easy to get over.

He left the bedroom and strode down the short hallway. His jacket was exactly where they’d dropped it, on the floor inside the front door.

He would never forget the anticipation as he knocked on her door. The way his heart skipped when he heard the lock turn and saw her whiskey-colored eyes peeking through the small opening.

Or how she quickly unlatched the chain and stepped back, holding the door wide. He’d barely crossed the threshold when she yanked him inside and shut the door.

Her hands eagerly pushed his jacket off his shoulders, and his mouth fused with hers. His hands dropped to her bottom, lifting her up, and her legs wrapped around his hips. And then it was all hands and lips as she directed him to her bedroom.

It would be easier if he could hate her, but he suspected that was a lost cause.

He unlocked the door and started to open it when her hand stopped him. She blocked the door, tilting her head back to meet his eyes.

“Max…” she pleaded. “Please don’t go. Not like this.”

He could feel the softness of her palm, and he was tempted to turn his hand and lace their fingers together. Forget the last ten minutes. But he had too much self-respect to do that.

“If all you wanted was a good fuck, Sienna, you could have just asked.” It didn’t give him any pleasure to see the shock and hurt in her eyes at the crude words.

“I wanted you enough to take whatever you were willing to give,” he said quietly. “But you couldn’t be honest with me like I’ve always been with you. That hurt more than the words. It’s not what friends do. I can’t be your fuck buddy, Sienna. I deserve better.”

She flinched and stepped away from the door. Max left before he said something he couldn’t take back.

Part 2: Sienna

Sienna watched him disappear down the stairwell and wished she could call him back. But she let him go, unable to find the right words to make him want to stay, knowing nothing she said would make it right.

Friends didn’t use each other, she thought as she locked the door. And yet, that’s precisely what she’d done, even if that hadn’t been her intention.

She leaned back against the door, shoulders slumped, dejected, and knew she had no one to blame for this other than herself.

Sienna walked back into her bedroom and pulled the sheets off the bed, reeling when his scent surrounded her. Tears fell unheeded as she remembered every touch from the moment she’d dragged him inside.

They undressed each other, trailing kisses on exposed skin as each layer of clothing fell to the floor. He couldn’t get enough of her. She was just as desperate and dragged his shirt up and off before unbuckling his belt and cupping him through his jeans.

When he tripped over some books near the bed and started falling, he twisted his body to land on the mattress, not the floor. The sudden movement made Sienna lose balance, and her arms began flailing as she fell on him with a yelp. Her hands dug into his waist for purchase and he winced.

They stared at each other in astonishment. And then Max started laughing, his arms tightening around her. It was contagious, and soon she was laughing too, burying her face in his chest, the light dusting of hair tickling her lips.

It wasn’t long before laughter turned into an aching need.

Max framed her face between his hands, and his thumbs traced the seam of her lips. His green eyes sparkled with desire, and she closed the distance to cover his mouth. Her tongue darted inside to coax him, and her hands caressed every part of him she could reach.

He flipped her over; she locked her legs around his hips and pulled him closer. She felt him quicken against her and her hips rose in response.

And then he touched her. His fingers teased her and his palm pressed against her, the friction making her head lift off the bed.

“Please, please, please,” she begged, scattering kisses down his throat and rocking against his hand.

He left her briefly, and she moaned at the loss of contact. She propped on her elbows to watch as he sheathed himself, and then he was back, lowering himself over her.

Lacing his fingers with hers, he pinned her hands down on the bed beside her head. They were both trembling with need. His eyes locked on hers as he slowly entered her, giving her time to adjust. He waited, sweat beading on his forehead, and when she nodded, he thrust deep.

Finally, thought Sienna. After all these months, they were finally in the same place, figuratively and literally.

All the feelings she’d suppressed since their first meeting last November had come rushing in as soon as she opened the door and saw his smile. She still remembered how it had made her heart skip that first time six months ago.

Nothing had changed, and everything had changed.

Now she knew the person behind the smile. She knew his vulnerabilities, his strengths. She knew he worked incredibly hard when he could have just coasted using his name. She knew how thoughtful, generous and caring he could be without expecting anything in return.

When Max offered her friendship, he meant it.

Accepting that she was in a relationship, he never pushed her for anything more than she was prepared to give. When she felt overwhelmed, he listened to her vent. Gave advice when she asked for it. Made her laugh when she felt sad. And was her biggest cheerleader when she accomplished an important milestone in her program.

For the first time since she started medical school, she felt she had someone else in her corner aside from her family. He understood the toll this journey took because his sister was in the same boat. Over the last few months, his check-ins and calls had been a welcome respite.

He’d been her friend. And through him, she had found a kindred spirit in Cassie. Now she wondered what she had given him in exchange that was remotely equal to what she’d received.

The shrill sound of her cell phone ringing broke through her reverie. She didn’t know how long she’d been standing there, rolled up sheets in her arms, staring unseeing at the bed.

Hoping it was Max, she dropped everything and ran into the living room where she’d left her phone earlier. The phone stopped ringing just as she managed to dig it out from between the cushions.

Sienna glanced at the missed call on the screen and was disappointed to see her sister’s name. She decided to call Brianna back later. Her sister was too good at reading her tone and would know something was wrong.

Before she could think twice, Sienna unlocked her phone and clicked on Max’s name in her favorites. The call went straight to voicemail, and her heart sank.

Unbearably sad, she switched to the messaging app. These days his name was often at the top of her list, followed by his sister and then her friends. She supposed it was a visible reminder of how much her life had changed since last November.

She had tried to forget Max, determined not to let one moment of flirtation derail her relationship with Wayne. He deserved better than a girlfriend who was attracted to someone else.

A few weeks after the marathon, she took the train to Boston to spend a few precious days off with Wayne. And make up to him for the events of that day. His usual cutting words, always delivered in a saccharine tone, ruined her mood. She returned to New York dejected and uncertain.

She’d been texting with Cassie a lot lately and found herself asking for her brother’s number. Sienna wasn’t sure if she wanted to contact Max to prove a point, that someone saw her as worthy and desirable, or because she was lonely and just needed a friend.

Regardless, she rolled the dice and let fate decide.

Texting had become their norm with FaceTime when their schedules and time zones aligned. In the last six months, she’d traveled all over the world through his texts and Picta posts.

She scrolled to the top of her text history with Max and started reading, her mood lifting with each interaction.

Sienna paused as she came across her message from two weeks ago.

She’d just discovered Wayne had installed an app on her phone to track her activities and movements. That had been the last straw. She deserved better than a boyfriend who didn’t believe in or trust her.

Wayne, of course, didn’t think he had done anything wrong. He'd actually tried to justify his actions as concern for her safety. She hung up on him, blocked his number, and changed her phone the next day.

Her breath hitched when she reached the texts from a few days ago.

Her fingers traced Max’s profile photo, one she’d found online and promptly saved on her phone. Reading everything together, like a story that had happened to someone else, she could recognize now their relationship was never just a friendship.

It had been a modern romance, she laughed mirthlessly.

From the moment he flirted with her at the marathon to the fairytale evening when he sent her home in a town car instead of a grand carriage. The late night and early morning texts when they were on opposite ends of the world. The ad hoc FaceTime calls were now scheduled weekly in her calendar, like date nights.

Today had been a culmination of everything. Max hadn’t been her rebound relationship. If anything, the rebound guy had been Wayne since that magical night in November.

Max always believed in her; now, she needed to find the courage to believe in him. With nothing left to lose, she started typing, deleting the first attempt and beginning anew. She reread the words and hit send.

She held her breath, exhaling only when the dots on his side started moving. And then she read his response and knew all was not lost.

Part 3: Back to the beginning

Max dunked his tea bag in hot water, letting the tea seep as he waited for Sienna. The coffee shop was busy, but he’d managed to snag a two-top with a view of the entrance.

He’d left her apartment a few hours ago, fully intending to get in his car and drive back to DC. But he found himself in Central Park, walking towards where they’d first met, reliving memories of every instance since that moment.

He sat at a bench near the statue where they’d performed CPR on George and took his phone out of his back pocket. He pulled up his chat history with Sienna and scrolled to the top.

He should have known, he thought as he scrolled down. Cassie swore by the Valentine legend, but he’d always scoffed at the notion. But he supposed it was true. When a Valentine meets their one true love, it’s for life.

He just wasn’t sure he was strong enough for rejection. But he had never backed off when things got complicated. And he wasn’t doing it now. So, when Sienna’s latest message appeared at the top of his screen, he knew it was time to make a decision.

When Sienna walked into the coffee shop, his first thought was that she had no right to hold his heart hostage. His second was that it was too late to stage a rescue.

She craned around, looking for him, and he lifted his hand to catch her attention. He stood when she approached, his hand already reaching for hers before stopping and awkwardly dropping it.

Her face fell in dismay when she caught the aborted motion.

Before taking his seat, he waited for her to sit and then nudged a coffee cup toward her.

“Honey soy latte with a shot of vanilla,” he said when she looked askance. “That’s your drink, right?”

“Good memory,” she nodded, trying to smile, but he could tell it was forced.

The tension was palpable as they both busied themselves with their drinks. Max started tapping his fingers against his thighs and acknowledged the habitual gesture as nerves.

“I’m sorry.”

They stared at each other as their dual apologies hung in the air. The tension broke when Max suddenly chuckled, and Sienna giggled. Even now, they were in sync.

Their laughter attracted looks from the other patrons, but they didn’t care. When Sienna reached for his hand on the table, he gave it to her and their palms connected.

It felt right, which made what he had to do all that much harder.

“Si, we need to talk,” he said grimly, bracing himself.

“Can I go first?”

“I need to get this out,” he insisted. “Please.”

She nodded, and he continued. “Nothing about any moment I’ve spent with you will ever be a regret. I need you to know that, to believe it.”

He slowly inhaled as he sought the courage to get the rest out. “But I can’t do this right now, whatever this is between us.”

Sienna looked crestfallen, and he saw tears pool in her eyes before she blinked them away. He appreciated her not crying because he knew he wasn't strong enough to withstand her tears.

“I understand,” she said softly. “For what it’s worth, I am so ashamed of what I said earlier and will regret it for the rest of my life. I need you to know, to believe, that I didn’t mean it then and never will.”

She leaned in, her eyes full of remorse. “It was never a rebound, not for me. It was a careless and cruel thing to say about something so beautiful and someone so wonderful. I hope that one day you’ll forgive me.”

Max considered her words, wanting to say that he forgave her. Of course, he did. But the truth was that it hurt, and he wasn’t sure he’d mean it. Not right now.

He placed his hand atop hers and squeezed gently before letting go.

“I can’t imagine my life without you in it, Sienna. I’m not ready for us—for our friendship—to be over.”

“What do you propose?” she asked apprehensively.

A seed of hope had risen inside her upon hearing his words. Now, it slowly withered as she observed the cold resolve in his eyes.

“I think we shouldn’t rush into anything. We should date other people. Be very sure that what we feel for each other isn’t a fluke or because of a single fairytale moment or a reb….”

He broke off and sighed. “I also need time away from you. Find my balance. After I leave here today, please don’t text or call me. I’ll be in touch when I’m ready.”

Despite her misgivings, she knew he was right. It was the least she could do and what her friend deserved from her.

Sienna slowly nodded. “I won’t contact you. I promise.”

Max gave her a half smile, then pushed his chair back. He stood up, grabbed his jacket and shrugged it over his shoulders.

“Friends, first and always?” he said, stopping beside her to gaze at her upturned face.

“Friends, first and always,” she vowed and meant it.

As she watched him walk away from her for the second time today, she hoped she was strong enough to wait until he was ready.

Almost two months later...

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allandoflimbo · 10 months

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I C E P R I N C E S S 8

Pairings: Popular Girl!Reader x Outkast!Bucky

Explicit Content - Smut - NO MINORS

Summary:

Bucky Barnes is the quiet boy who gets picked on.

The Reader and her friends run with the popular crowd at Stark High.

As the Winter Ball approaches, she is partnered with Bucky Barnes for a class project. They grow close in an inadvertently secret friendship, which later turns into love.

Only catch is…she’s Steve Roger’s ex girlfriend, and before she was partnered up with Bucky, her friends had planned to use and turn Bucky into Stark High’s new it boy to try and get back at Steve; a disgusting bet.

Another catch: She’s a figure skater at the town’s arena every Tuesday and Thursday nights. Bucky works part time at the rink resurfacing the ice. The other doesn’t know.

Modern AU High School fic - later goes into adulthood.

M A S T E R P A G E - FULL SERIES

Warnings: This story will have a lot of angst, a lot of fluff, a lot of cursing, and a lot of sex. Oral, praise kink, body worship, overstimulation, etc. you know me. There will also be loss of virginity in this.

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"Like I said, I have to be out of there by seven again today."

"Can't you just quit your job?"

Bucky smiles at you so hard his eyes squint.

You have to bite your lip and look away.

"You're silly." He says quietly.

You shrug with a smile.

"Come on, today's lesson is actually really fun."

He's already packing up.

"I know, but I can't I'm sorry." When he sees your puppy dog eyes staring up at him, he considers telling you the truth.

You catch the look on his face immediately. He's holding something back that he doesn't want to hold onto.

"What is it?" You ask quietly, this time more concerned.

He sighs.

"My mom. You saw her. She has cystic fibrosis. She also has a lot of bills that my dad can't handle on his own, no matter how much he tries to tell me he can." He says.

It clicks in your head.

"You work to help pay for her medical bills."

Bucky nods.

"Yeah. So you can see why I can't stay, no matter how much I'd really like to."

His words make your tummy flutter and you both clear your throat.

"I understand." You gesture to the desk, "Don't forget the quiches I made for your parents. I'll see you at school tomorrow, Bucky."

He looks at the quiches and back to you and something happens.

His heart flutters.

Shit.

"Bye, Y/N/." He grabs his little container, the one from the same set that you have ready for him almost every week.

When he's outside your door, he takes in a deep breath.

Shit. Shit.

The mystical music was playing again. It wasn't the same song, but it had to be the same girl.

At first, he had been okay with it and he admired it, but now he was kind of getting annoyed.

He could've spent an extra hour with you if he had known this girl would be back here again tonight.

His heart skips at realizing the thought that just ran through his mind.

He feels his nerves pick up and he finds himself walking to the direction of the music, preparing to ask this girl if this would now be an every day occurrence for her, and also how did she have the permission to have it all to herself in the first place.

He walks into the arena.

This time, all the lights are off except for the one directly on the ice itself.

Crap. He forgot how good this girl was.

How captivating her movements were.

She's dancing gracefully, skating her heart and soul out. The music's just about to hit its peak when she turns around in his direction, and his heart just about beats out of his chest.

Even more so when your eyes meet his.

It was you.

Something happens to him in that insistence. Something changes.

He can hear his blood in his ears and the heaviness in his chest and it consumes him.

Little did he know that the same exact things were happening to you as you stared back at him.

You're both just standing there looking at each other when, finally, you're the first to speak up.

"Did you follow me?" But he can't hear you over the music. He can't hear you over his racing heart. You skate over to your wireless speaker next to your phone that's on the ledge and pause it. It's dead silent as you watch him come down the steps closer to you. You look up again once your Spotify app is closed, "Did you follow me?" You ask again.

He eyes you up and down in a way that sends shivers down your spine.

That look on his face did something to you.

"No, I work here." He says. His voice is a rumble as he says it.

You look at him properly now that he's close to you.

How have you never noticed how hot he was?

Or did you always notice but it just felt different this time?

Was it the way he was looking at you?

Was it because this is the first person outside your family who ever saw you skate before?

Which one was it?

You feel your cheeks heat up instantly and you clear your throat and look away.

"Oh." You say.

Bucky looks down and bites his bottom lip.

"Yeah." He whispers back, trying to still force that feeling away. Whatever that feeling even was.

He looks up at you through his lashes.

"What exactly do you do?" You ask him with a squint.

He quickly catches onto your playful tone. You were teasing him to see if he really did work here and wasn't lying.

He gives you a light chuckle.

"I clean the ice."

"With the zamboni?"

"No, manually. Just two days a week." You hum a response. He tilts his head at you when you get a certain look on your face, like you were up to something, "What?" He asks.

"Grab a pair of skates." You say.

He raises both his brows at you.

"Excuse me?"

You motion with your head to the cabinet of skates, trying to hide your growing smile as much as you could.

"You're skating with me. I need to practice and since you're here, we'll make the most of it." You answer. Bucky's gone pale now. He looks physically and literally terrified. Especially when you start skating backwards, eyes still glue on him like a prey. "Come on, hurry up." You add.

"No, I don't..." his voice trails off as he watches you move and he gulps, "I don't skate. I don't know how." His voice is timid is he says it.

He really was afraid.

"I'll teach you. I promise, you'll be safe with me."

Bucky thinks about this.

He really does.

He knows he's screwed the second you gave him those little puppy dog eyes of yours again.

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If someone could take a photo right now of this moment, you would thank them for the rest of your life.

There was nothing funnier than seeing Bucky holding onto the edge of the wall of the rink for his dear life, his eyes squinting together, and his legs going in opposite directions and out of control.

Eventually he was able to get them straight but he still held onto the wall.

"Bucky. You work in an ice rink and you don't know how to skate?"

"I wear ice shoes! Not two pieces of sharp metal!" He shouts, "I'm not crazy." He mumbles the last part.

You smile and skate over to him.

He relaxes just slightly when he feels you come up behind him. Your hands go to his arms and he feels the goosebumps on his skin. He feels them even more when you drag your hands to his waist, your front flush up against him.

His heart speeds up.

What were you doing?

He feels you tug him back.

"No!" He shouts, hands tightening on the wall.

"Bucky! You're not going to fall, I promise. We'll go slow, okay? You can hold my hand and the other can stay on the wall."

He closes his eyes again and takes a few deep breaths.

"Promise?"

You chuckle.

"I promise."

"It's not funny. Don't laugh." Your face goes serious in a millisecond and you make it into a serious pout. You shake your head for added effect.

"It's not funny." You repeat his words back to him and tug him once more, "Come on."

Slowly, but surely, he turns until he is next to you.

His left hand stays on the wall, but his right one quickly finds your hand.

He holds you tight.

"Relax. Shhh." You tell him, trying to ignore the way his skin feels soft against yours, "Just don't think about it. We'll move and talk. That's all."

It takes him a few deep breaths for him to finally take his first glide.

You show him the proper way.

He's a few feet from where you both were when you turn to look at him. Your heart flutters as you feel his fingers tightening over the back of your hand.

"I used to be scared, too. Right after the accident," his hand squeezes yours again in response, "Our car slid on black ice and we hit a snow bank." He looks over to look at you as you continue, "I still get scared sometimes, especially when I have those memories," you look at him and your eyes meet, "but there is something that feels so amazing about conquering the thing that has also destroyed something in your life."

You look away and continue to skate slowly.

"Have you always been a figure skater?" He asks.

"Yeah, since I was a little girl. My parents always wanted me to go to the Olympics."

He senses your tone and he looks down at the ice.

"But it's not what you want." It's a statement.

You shake your head.

"No. No it's not."

He gives you another squeeze.

"What is it that you want?" He asks you so quietly you almost don't hear him.

"I've applied to some schools. Then, I want to go to med school. I know it's random but I'd love to maybe see if I can be an Anesthesiologist. Maybe."

He wasn't expecting that. It was oddly specific.

"Is there something specific about it that intrigues you?"

You smile, and he swears he can see your eye twinkle.

"Did you know that in open heart surgery, they use ice to stop your heart?"

Bucky swallows and shakes his head.

"No," you feel him run this thumb over the back of your hand, "What else?"

"The power of the drugs is beyond earthly. People don't realize much power is an anesthesiologist's hand. It's amazing what they do, but it's also amazing how much they contribute to saving someone's life. Especially in trauma cases."

He gets it.

Your brother.

"You should go after it." He tells you.

You feel a hot flush on your neck and you smile.

"How about you?"

"I have never figure skated once in my life." Bucky starts, and it makes you laugh. It makes him laugh too.

"I mean after graduation."

You both skate for a few more seconds in silence before he responds.

"Yale. Law and Journalism."

"Wow."

"Carrerr goal is news anchor and journalist correspondent for the white house."

You just know you have the funniest look on your face right now.

"Damn. That's very oddly specific but also very prestigious? I don't even know. How do you even get into that?"

He squeezes your hand again.

"Get my undergraduate at Yale, transfer to Fordham University back at home. After my attorney license, work on my journalism degree. Meanwhile interning local news places and then trying to make my way up. It'll be hard but I'll try. Even if it's a secret service job, I'll be fine with that."

"That sounds like you have it all planned out." You say.

He shrugs.

"I try to be optimistic in a world that's ready to hand you nothing but shit."

He doesn't realize he made a full round in the rink until now.

You're reaching for his other hand with your other free one and you're pulling him closer into the center of the rink.

He's too distracted to tell.

"Tell me more." You tell him.

"I miss New York." You start to very slowly spin him in a wide circle, "I'm going back for the summer, right before college."

You grin.

"You're gonna tell everyone there how a girl in a small town taught you how to ice skate?"

He squeezes his eyes at you playfully.

"Maybe."

You pull his arm a little farther away from yours and his eyes go wide.

"Y/N." His voice is a warning tone.

"I'm not letting go," you keep the tips of your fingers connected. You turn around and start pulling him behind you, "Just concentrate on anything else, don't think too hard,"

"I'll be thinking too hard about how i'll get back at you when you make me fall."

Your eyes are closed and you're still pulling him behind you, a big smile on your face.

"Just relax!"

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" His tone is fearful but his laughter is heartfelt and loud.

"So are you."

You keep speeding up bit by bit.

"I can't, you're going too fast—"

"—It's fine, we are not—"

Before you can finish, a big wall of muscle hits you from behind and you're toppling forward onto the ground.

It hurt.

You're wondering why he hasn't said anything, when instead you realize your moans of pain aren't just yours. You also feel the heat over your body, consuming you entirely.

Opening your eyes, you look up to see Bucky laying on top of you, his mouth leveled with your forehead.

When his eyes open and he stares down at you, your breath skips and you see how blue his eyes really were.

You're both staring at each other breathing hard when the moment is ruined by your skate hitting his shin.

He moans again and then laughs into the crook of your neck.

"Ouch." His hand goes to your waist and he squeezes you there, "You alright?"

You can only nod, not trusting your voice to speak.

What was happening?

It takes him a deep breath and few moments to finally fully himself off of you.

When you sit up on your elbows you see him already sitting with his back against the wall.

"You okay?" You ask him, trying to contain your emotions as best as you could.

"I'll stick to my ice shoes." He says.

You chuckle and rest your forehead on your knees to catch your breath.

He watches you, instantly very afraid of the foreign feeling he's never felt before but had only seen in movies.

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roonilwazlibimagines · 2 years

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the bet ch.8 - r.b x female reader

Blurb: the infamous new years eve party

Word Count: 5.9k

A/N: my group didn't do the group work so maybe tonight i'll upload the rest of the fic but i think there is only two chapters left Warnings - regulus and evan are a little misogynistic and by a little i mean a lot, there is a sex scene but it's not meant to be sexy

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“So you’re dating now?” Evan sad, leaning against his kitchen bench hours before his big New Years Eve party.

“Yeah,” Regulus said sheepishly, putting his elbows on the same kitchen bench.

“Why?” Evan asked and Regulus took a deep breath before replying.

“Because I really like her.”

“Are we talking about the same person?” Evan asked, pushing himself up from the kitchen bench. “This is the girl that once made a first year cry because they were up five minutes past curfew.”

Regulus winced at the memory. He had become so accustomed to this new person that he had tried to forget everything he knew about her before she started working with him. But then he had to remember that she was probably doing the same, so he shouldn’t feel too bad about it.

“She’s different,” Regulus exclaimed.

“And so are you.” Even shook his head as if he was disappointed in Regulus and for the first time, Regulus felt true anger at his best friend.

“What because I don’t want to be part of that stupid bet anymore?” Regulus had done a good job of putting the bet well into the back of his mind, but being around the idiotic friend that started it was an easy way to bring it forward.

“The old Regulus would have.”

Regulus didn’t say anything and Evan walked away, moving some of the alcohol into a cooler.

“Regulus I swear if you mess this up, I cannot help you.” His mother had said when he came home that night and told her what had happened.

“So,” she had trailed off when he walked in, “how was it?”

“I think I’m her boyfriend.”

“Well, did you ask her to be your girlfriend?”

“I asked her on a date.”

“Good enough,” she said, “at least I raised one of my boys right.” She came over to give him a hug before she pulled away to utter those words.

It felt right when he was with his mother. Like that was what he was meant to do. Find a pretty girl he liked and bring her home to his mother. But now, with Evan here, it felt wrong. Evan knew all about his history with pretty girls and they weren’t usually brought back to meet Walburga.

Evan made it feel wrong. Evan reminded him of the five hundred galleons that were still somehow resting on his shoulders.

He was brought out of his thoughts by Evan clearing his throat.

“I’m going to go get changed,” Evan said and Regulus once again remained silent.

When he finally heard Evan’s footsteps fade away, he pushed himself up from his position and went into his room to do the same.

Regulus usually felt confident getting ready. He eased into his personal style post Hogwarts and he knew it was appreciated by all the pretty girls who had been with him in this exact room. But suddenly, he felt guilty about it. His mother’s words echoed in his mind. “She’s not just another pretty girl.”

But he didn’t have time to feel bad about it. He couldn’t change his past as much as he wanted to.

He had told her to come an hour after the party started knowing that no one usually showed up on time and to let him ease into the night before she came and turned it all upside down.

He hadn’t spoken to Evan since their conversation in the kitchen and if he was being honset, he didn’t really want to. He was leaning against the kitchen bench, listening to one of his friends tell a story. It wasn’t until he heard Evan say, “I think he’s just over here,” that he saw his friend next. With an arm around a very pretty girl in a tight black dress that made Regulus wish he was drinking. He needed the confidence.

She was already pushing his arm off of her and she couldn’t help the look of disgust when he hiccuped in her ear. Regulus let out a small laugh and happily grabbed her hand as she made her way over to him instead.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” she smiled, and Regulus hated how awkward this was.

“You came.”

“I did.” She was smiling up at him and Regulus could feel all of his friends staring at them and probably wondering what Regulus was doing with the ice queen.

He wanted to kiss her, she was swaying on her feet and standing on her tippy toes, basically waiting for him to do so. But he couldn’t. Not in front of his friends.

It wasn’t that he was embarrassed by her. He just didn’t want them to think that she was like any of the other girls who usually clung onto Regulus, waiting for him to make a move. She was different.

“C’mere,” he mumbled, squeezing her hand in his and dragging her to the lounge room. There were a few people in there, but not as many that were crowded around the kitchen. There was music playing loudly and only a dull glow illuminating the room, but Regulus could still see the way she smiled as she lent in before their lips met.

“Did you have a good Christmas?” He asked, as if he hadn’t sent her an owl on Christmas day.

“I did, did you?”

He shrugged. “It was okay.” Meaning it ended the way it usually did. In fights and his mother’s tears.

He changed the subject to compliment her on her pretty dress and he was once again reminded how much he enjoyed making her flustered.

“Oh,” she breathed out, flattening her dress with her palms, “really? Thank you,” she said as if she hadn’t spent the whole day deciding on which dress Regulus would enjoy the most.

The conversation ebbed and flowed until Evan came back in, a group of people trailing behind him. She missed the way Regulus’ jaw clenched, but she felt his hand find her knee and she tried to control her urge to jump at his touch.

“Beer pong?” Evan asked, coming up behind them and wrapping an arm around Regulus’ neck. If she was being honest she had never played beer pong, but she didn’t feel like disclosing this information with either boy in front of her.

“No thanks,” Regulus said, pushing his friends arm off of himself.

“Why not? I need my beer pong partner,” Regulus rolled his eyes but she just giggled.

“Not drinking,” Regulus said, giving him a tight lipped smile. He wasn’t. He had decided just moments before everyone arrived that he would stay sober. He didn’t know what was going to happen tonight and he didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of the pretty girl who actually liked him back, so it was much safer to stay sober.

“You’re no fun.” Evan turned to her as if he was going to ask her to play, but then it seemed he remembered who she was and turned back to Regulus. She was mildly offended, but she would have declined anyway so there was no use working herself up about it. “At least come cheer me on?”

Regulus wanted to stay there with her. If he was being honest, he wanted to take her back to his bedroom where there was no loud music or dirty, empty cups so it could be just the two of them. But maybe there was also a part of Regulus who didn’t want to get on Evan’s bad side just in case he forgot about the promise he had made.

“Fine.”

When he stood up she followed his actions and he took her hand in hers as they made their way to some of the chairs that were placed around the table.

“Regulus is usually my partner in beer pong,” Evan said to her as he let everyone else set up the game. “We’re the unbeatable duo.” Regulus turned to her and shook his head. “So don’t think you can steal my beer pong partner, okay?” He pointed his finger at her and she rolled her eyes at him.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The game started even if Evan had to partner with some random guy she had never seen before and it was easy enough for her to grasp the concept of it within the first three throws.

Regulus kept his attention on her, making conersation about what she had done between the period between Christmas and New Years and she was laughing at something he said until Evan decided to make an appearance again.

“I lost,” he grumbled, taking a sip of his drink, “see what happens when I don’t have my usual partner?” He motioned towards her, but he still had his full cup in his hand so as he made the movement the drink spilled all over her dress.

She let out a tiny gasp, but someone had called Evan over for round two so he discarded the empty cup and walked away.

“Fucking hell,” Regulus cursed as he stood up, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just sticky.” She didn’t want to appear like she was whining, but she really wanted to whine. This was why she hated drunk people. They weren’t fun, they were stupid and now she was sticky.

Regulus’ first thought was to go to the kitchen to get some paper towel, but what was that going to do? Instead he took her hand and started walking her over to his room, murmuring out a, “don’t worry, we’ll fix it,” as she happily followed him.

When they got into his room he shut the door behind her and she couldn’t help but take it in. It was different to taking in someone’s childhood bedroom, but this still brought her insight into the life of Regulus Black and she was enjoying it.

There was only a small dresser against one of the walls and she assumed he didn’t have that many clothes here because as far as she was concerned, he mainly only spent his weekends here. His bed had a black bedspread on it and she took it all in as he went over to the dresser and got out some pants and a jumper.

“Here,” he said passing it to her, “you can change into these and I’ll get one of the house elves to wash your dress.”

She wanted to tell him that it was okay and that he didn’t have to do this for her. It was just some alcohol and she was wearing black so as soon as it dried you wouldn’t be able to tell. But she was sticky and she was already starting to feel cold from her wet dress, so she happily took them and got changed in the bathroom.

There was already a house elf waiting for her and her dress so she palmed it off to them and thanked them as she sat down on Regulus’ bed.

His jumper was too big on her and the arms fell way past her hands, and the pants weren’t much better, but it smelt like Regulus so she didn’t complain.

She had tied her hair back when she got changed and Regulus liked that he could see her face. He liked it so much that when she sat down, he sat down next to her and before he could even appreciate the way she looked in his clothes, he brought his lips onto hers.

He could feel her smile into the kiss and maybe that was why he grabbed onto the underside of her knees and pulled her closer to him. He felt her take in a sharp breath, but when he let his hands fall onto her thighs she seemed to relax.

She seemed to relax so much that she brought her arms to rest around his neck and Regulus wasn’t sure where it came from, but she tugged the ends of his hair and Regulus couldn’t help the small noise that left his lips.

He pulled back.

“Are you okay?”

She seemed confused by the lack of contact, but quickly smiled and nodded before leaning back in. Regulus didn’t want to, but he pulled back.

“I have to hear you say it.” She leant back and he sat back upright.

“I’m okay.” Regulus nodded. He wanted to ask where this was going. Was this going to be a makeout session or something more? If he was being honest, he was happy with either. Of course, there was one that he would have preferred, but he feared the only thing that would be in his mind would be the five hundred galleons and he didn’t really want it to effect his performance.

But she was eager so she leant back in and this time, Regulus’ hands found her face as he steaded himself. His thumb was caressing her cheekbone and he could basically feel her flutter against his touch.

If she was this confident then surely she had done something before?

Not that it mattered. There was no bet. Regulus wanted to do this because he wanted to do this. But apparently she could feel his hesitance because she pulled away and frowned.

“Do you not want to kiss me?” She had her head held up high, hoping to make it seem like her ego was not bruised, but Regulus didn’t miss the way the edges of her lips turned down into a small pout.

“No, I do!” He said, his palms resting flat on the blanket.

“It feels like you don’t want to.” Regulus respected her ability to talk about this, because he definitely couldn’t. He couldn’t tell her that he felt guilty everytime they kissed because all it did was bring back that stupid conversation he had had with Evan and he couldn’t tell her that he was scared to do this with her because he didn’t want to fuck it up and he wasn’t used to feeling this way when he had a pretty girl in his bed.

“I do,“ he murmured, deciding that speaking was a lot harder than everything else he wanted to do, so he brought his lips back onto hers and she was so taken aback that her body fell onto the soft mattress, letting out a noise of surprise as Regulus put his palms flat on either side of her head.

“I do,” he said once more before leaning back down to kiss her. Regulus was overreacting. He had imagined this scenario a few more times than he’d like to admit after he agreed to that stupid bet and if he was being honest, he wasn’t confident he’d be able to manifest it. But here she was, lying underneath him, wearing his clothes, and he wasn’t going to give up this opportunity over something as stupid as guilt.

Her arms went back around his neck and for some reason she bent her leg so her calf was touching his hip. Regulus had turned his light on when they both walked into the room, but he never found bright lights sexy so he had replaced it with a dim bulb that really set the mood.

The only sounds in the room were their deep breaths and Regulus letting out a low noise everytime she tugged at the back of his hairs. The party going on outside long forgotten.

She turned her head slightly as she brought her hands down to the bottom of the shirt he was wearing.

“Can I touch you?” She mumbled, but Regulus was already bringing one of his hands over hers and guiding it along his chest. Her touch was soft and as she raked her fingertips up his abdomen, the hairs on the back of his neck rose and a shiver shot down his spine.

Before she knew it, he was sitting up to take his shirt off and as he played with the end of his jumper that was keeping her warm and gave her a look requesting permission, she sighed.

“I guess it’s only fair.” But she made no effort to remove it, waiting for Regulus to bring his hands to the edge of his jumper and pull it over her head.

He hovered over her, pressing a trail of kisses up her abdomen until he reached the valley of her breasts. She was watching him. He was taking his time until he stopped and looked up at her.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured and she let out a small snicker.

“You can touch me.”

“Thank fuck,” he mumbled, bringing a hand to play with her breast while he continued his trail of gentle kisses.

She was exactly what Regulus thought she’d be like in bed. It seemed whatever reaction he got out of her she had to get out of him, and she didn’t play nice. Her hands were still resting on his abdomen, feeling his muscles tense and relax with each movement. But her hands had a tendency to move down and play with the waistband of his pants, letting out a noncommittal ‘oops’ everytime it slipped down.

It wasn’t until she brought her hands down to the waistband of the pants she was wearing and muttered out an, “Off,” that Regulus really appreciated how sober he was.

There she was, lying underneath him in just her thong that wasn’t doing much to cover her and Regulus couldn’t help but think that he knew all along that this would happen.

When he was getting ready, putting on his best cologne just for her, he realised that he had been in a bit of a dry spell. He hadn’t had anyone over since she started at the office and Regulus’ hand just wasn’t doing it anymore.

And maybe he had already fucked this up by agreeing to the stupid bet, but he wasn’t going to make it worse by being intoxicated.

“Well?” She asked, bringing him out of his thoughts. “Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to touch-” Regulus brought his lips down onto hers and while he used one hand to keep himself steady, the other had gone straight to the flesh of her bum. He gave it a good squeeze and she squealed into the kiss making Regulus smirk.

So maybe he had thought about all the different ways he could shut her up and was eager to try them out, but really, he couldn’t help himself when she acted like this.

She hooked one of her legs around his hips again and Regulus decided to play her game and bring his hand down to the waistband of her pretty panties. He let the elastic snap against her hips as he pulled away and asked, “Is this okay?”

Not wanting to waste any time she nodded out a, “Yes, merlin, yes.”

Regulus liked that answer and he rewarded her by pushing the flimsy fabric to the side and rubbing slow circles with the pad of his thumb.

She let her head fall back as she let out a sigh of content and Regulus couldn’t help but admire her. How could he have never noticed her beauty before the- No. He wasn’t going to go there. Not when he was this close.

It didn’t take long until she opened her mouth and said, “I don’t think it’s fair you’re still half dressed.” So Regulus playfully rolled his eyes and took his pants off, feeling her eyes watch his every move as he reached over to his bedside table and pulled a square packet out of his drawer.

They made eye contact briefly as he opened the packet and she couldn’t help but comment.

“It concerns me that you had that ready to go.” Regulus smirked at her.

“It concerns me that you don’t think I take safe sex seriously.” She rolled her eyes at him and Regulus decided that he wanted to make her eyes roll for a different reason.

So he took his time, teasing her with his tip, waiting to see what she’d do. Regulus didn’t take her for a girl who liked to be teased. And he was right because eventually she let out a frustrated sigh and found his gaze.

“I’m losing patience Regu-” but she never got to finish her sentence because Regulus pushed his full length in and tried to act like he wasn’t bothered by the way she clenched around him.

“Sorry, what was that darling?” Her face was scrunched up in pleasure, but she still managed to send him a glare that made the words ice queen flash into his mind before he pushed it aside.

She was basically chanting his name and Regulus wasn’t afraid to lean down and moan in her ear as he pushed her hair aside and starting kissing along her jawline.

“Feel so good darling,” he moaned and when she clenched around him, they both let out a tiny whimper.

When finally his thrusts came to a crescendo Regulus made sure to pull back so he could see the way her eyes rolled to the back of her head and Regulus thought he could get used to that sight.

Her hands fisted his bedsheets and her legs, still wrapped around his waist, began to shake and Regulus kept praising her.

“There we go,” he murmured, as soon as her moans turned into little whines, letting him know she was close, “that’s a good girl.” He was glad he had cast a silencing charm when she went to the bathroom to get changed because apparently she had forgotten about the party going on downstairs. If they were deeper in their relationship, it would be something he’d tease her about, he thought.

He cooed at her, pushing the hair that was sticking to her forehead behind her ear. “Such a good girl.” She lent her head into his hand, letting him cup the side of her face, “did so well.” Her body shivered at his words and Regulus made a mental note that she liked to be praised. Of course. He thought.

But now came the part he usually hated. It was fine hooking up with a girl he barely knew. He definitely didn’t talk to them like he was talking to her. But then when all of their muscles felt like jelly and Regulus had discarded any of the evidence, he didn’t know what to do.

Usually the girls got up, went to the bathroom and started getting dressed, but all she did was bring herself up to rest on her elbows, eyes trained on his movements.

He came back to sit down next to her and she sat up straight, pulling his blankets up with her.

“Are you cold?” She asked, moving the blanket slightly as an implicit invitation.

He wasn’t. He felt like his body was still on fire and he wasn’t sure he’d ever cool down. But he pulled the blanket up so he could sit next to her and he liked the way she smiled when the flesh of their legs touched the other.

“Do you think it’s a problem that we work together?” She asked as Regulus brought a hand over to pat down her hair.

“I don’t think so,” he murmured, “we have the same role.” She seemed to melt under his touch and when he was satisfied that her hair was neat, she brought her head to rest on his bare shoulder.

She let out a satisfied sigh and Regulus found her hand under the blankets. Regulus was sure this was the quietest he had ever heard her and he wasn’t complaining. He was happy to sit with her in this comfortable silence, it was what he had wanted all night.

But then her tummy grumbled and she let out a giggly apology, but Regulus was raised right so he got out of bed, put his clothes on, gave her forehead a quick kiss and then went to go find some food for her.

She copied his actions once he left, finding her discarded clothes and putting them back on before awkwardly sitting back on his bed.

She wasn’t naive. She knew what Regulus’ reputation was, but she hoped that he was different with her. Hoped that she wasn’t just a name to add to his list.

Because the more she recalled the events that had occurred less than half an hour ago, the more she knew that Regulus was probably her best. Not that she had had as much as experienced as she believed Regulus to have, but she had enough to feel confident in her actions.

She almost fell down the hole of thinking about the people Regulus had been with in the past who were probably a lot more experienced and confident than she was, but Regulus opened the door with a pizza and some water bottles in one hand and her clean dress hanging in the other.

“Thanks,” she said, as Regulus passed her the thin material that was her dress and sat down on the floor with his pizza. She copied his actions, sitting cross legged opposite him as he opened the box and offered her a slice.

He smiled at her, pushing down whatever was threatening to come out of his throat.

“Where have you been?” Evan had queeried when he found Regulus in the kitchen. He was much more drunk than when Regulus had left him and Regulus briefly wondered how many games of beer pong he had lost.

Regulus didn’t answer.

“You were with the ice queen weren’t you?” And even though that name had flashed in his mind mere minutes before, Regulus scowled at his friend, offended on behalf of her for the stupid nickname.

“Shut up,” Regulus mumbled, but he wasn’t sure his friend heard him. Regulus was still sorting out the pizza situation, refusing to make eye contact with his friend, but that didn’t deter Evan who got up close to Regulus’ face and gave him a suspicious look.

“Your hair’s a little messy mate,” Evan commented and Regulus kept his features hard. “And you have a little mark on your neck.” Evan went to touch it but Regulus slapped his hand away.

“Stop,” he said, his voice low as he already knew where this was going to do.

“You did it, didn’t you?” Evan asked. “You fucked the ice queen!”“Shut up!” Regulus exclaimed, sober enough to understand how loud his idiotic friend was being.

“I can’t believe you did it mate,” he clapped Regulus on the back, “and still with a month to go.”

“No,” Regulus almost growled, “I told you, it’s not a bet anymore.”

“‘Cause poor little Reggie caught feelings, didn’t he?” Regulus didn’t have the fight in him to push his friends arm off of him, so he stood still, tense under his touch. “Mate, I think anyone who has feelings for our ice queen could do with five hudnred galleons for his troubles, don’t worry, I’ll work it out.”

Evan winked at him and Regulus knew his friend was drunk. He knew that Evan wasn’t thinking straight and he was slurring his words, but drunk Evan sounded an awful lot like sober Evan so Regulus gripped his shoulders tightly and spoke through gritted teach when he said, “I’m serious Evan. Let the bet go.”

He paused after each word to really get his point across and when he let go of his friend, Evan rubbed at his shoulders.

“Merlin, mate, I think I get the message.” But before either of them could continue, a pretty girl Regulus had never seen before came over and dragged Evan away.

Regulus hoped that his ears weren’t still red as he sat in front of his own pretty girl, trying to enjoy the pizza.

It was only eleven o’clock and Regulus wasn’t willing to give up their safe space just yet.

“Who knew that I’d ever enjoy your company this much?” She asked almost sheepishly after she finished her first slice of pizza.

Regulus bit back a smirk.

“C’mon,” he complained, “I was never that bad.” He wanted to say he was never as bad as her, but he wasn’t sure how she’d react.

She gave him a pointed look.

“Remember that time you didn't speak to me for a whole month during our Prefect duties?.” She was laughing and although Regulus wanted to wince at the memory, he couldn’t help but join in with her giggles.

“I was mad because you benched me during Quidditch practice.”

“Because you stayed with Evan for the first ten minutes of practice.”

Regulus couldn’t argue with that so he gave her a teasing glare, knowing that she had won but refusing to admit it.

“I couldn’t have anyone being insubordinate,” she said, sitting up straighter and making Regulus laugh.

“And yet I was the only one who ever seemed to be punished for it.”

“Because you were the only one who ever went against me.” Somehow she had moved her head closer to his and when he retorted back, “Because believe it or not, you’re not always right,” his head had somehow found it’s way closer to hers.

“Whatever,” she teased, moving away and breaking the moment as she went for another piece of pizza.

When they finished their pizza and their conversation recalling all of their bickering had subsided, Regulus asked if she wanted to go back outside to the party.

Her eyes glanced back to the dress that was laid back down on his bed.

“You can stay in these if you want,” Regulus offered. He understood that they were probably a lot warmer and comfortable than the tight dress she was wearing. “But it would be a shame to let this dress go to waste after the house elf washed it for you.”

She scoffed at him as he sat down on his bed and she leaned over to grab the dress.

“Yes,” she said, “I’m sure that’s what you’re worried about. The house elf.”

He gave her a faux innocent look.

"I’ve noticed your eyes do have a bit of a wandering problem.” She squinted her eyes at him accusingly and Regulus’ heart skipped a beat. Maybe she wasn’t as oblivious as he thought she was.

“I have no idea what you mean,” he said, trying to remain confident.

“Really?” She teased, standing in front of him and crossing her arms over her chest while he looked up at her. “Do you remember that loose top I wore to work?” She asked, leaning down so her head was closer to his. “The white one that buttoned all the way up to my neck?”

“It did not button all the way up to your neck.” She smirked at him, chuckling a little as he realised what he had just admitted to.

“Exactly.” And with that she walked into his bathroom to go get changed back into the dress.

It occurred to her that she didn’t really have anything to hide from Regulus anymore, but she was glad he let her walk away with only a defeated chuckle in response.

“Thanks for the clothes,” she said, passing the folded clothes back to Regulus who hadn’t moved from his spot.

“Anytime,” he said, placing them next to him as she lent down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Instinctively, he brought a hand down to the flesh of her bum and gave it a slight pinch that made her make out a noise of surprise as she pulled away and smoothed down her dress.

Regulus stood up to put his clothes away, but still took the time to look her up and down, taking in her slightly messy hair and pretty dress.

“Yeah,” he sighed, “my eyes do have a wandering problem.” She laughed, a proper laugh that made Regulus smile as he put his clothes away.

They made their way back downstairs, her hand in Regulus’ as he led her into the sea of people, barely half an hour left until they would welcome in the new year.

“There they are.” Usually, she would have felt the way that Regulus’ hand tensed around hers, but she was distracted as she turned around to find Evan, drunkenly stumbling his way over to them. “What did you two crazy kids get up to?”

Regulus’ life was flashing before his eyes. This was it, he thought. He came this far, but the truth always gets let out.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she scoffed, stepping away from Evan who went to lean on her in his drunken state. He almost fell over, but one of the guys standing next to them caught him just in time.

Evan scoffed back, his mouth already twisting into a nasty shape as he opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, a pretty girl was coming up and clinging onto his arm.

Maybe if Evan wasn’t so drunk, he would have had enough time to get out his retort and still turn to the pretty girl next to him, but fortunately, he was very drunk and the retort was lost on his lips the second the girl whined out his name.

“I bet I can beat you at beer pong one more time before the new year.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Evan chuckled, “that’s so cute.” He turned around and let her drag him to the beer pong table making her turn to Regulus.

“I hope she demolishes him.” Regulus laughed before leading her to an empty lounge, relief flooding through his body. “No offence, but the more I learn about the two of you, the less I understand how you’re friends.” Regulus wanted to keep laughing. He wanted to tell her that she was right, they were quite the opposite, but five hundred galleons flashed into his mind and he couldn’t confidently tell her that he was any better than his stupid friend.

“It’s the friends from birth thing,” he shrugged but unfortunately, she wasn’t in the mood to let the topic drop.

“Yeah, but no offence,” she repeated in a way that Regulus didn’t really believe she didn’t want to cause offence, “he’s a pig.” It was here that she stopped herself. She could have continued and said how she despised the way he talked about girls, but then it crossed her mind that Regulus probably already knew how he talkaed about girls.

“And I call him out on it,” Regulus defended. She nodded thinking that that was a good answer. At least Regulus wore his philandering ways a bit better than his friend.

Regulus changed the subject. He wasn't sure he could spend another second on this topic without bursting from guilt and she was glad that her mind was distracted from thinking about Regulus’ past hookups.

They talked until it was a minute to midnight and everyone started to crowd around and start their countdown. Neither of them moved from their spot on the lounge, but she did place her hand closer to Regulus so their fingertips were touching.

When there were ten seconds left, Regulus intertwined their fingers and brought his face closer to hers. And on three he brought their lips together, too impatient to wait for one.

This was a great way to start the new year.

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