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Study Dates & Icing🧁

Pairings: Dean Thomas x Black female reader

Warnings: Smut 🔞 ,Semi public sex, Unprotected sex.(Wrap it up girlies also it’s been a while but I wanted to do a part two to my fluffy blurb hope y’all enjoy)

18+

Word count: 2,111

“No, Ronald, when making an Armoretia, you're supposed to put Pearl dust, not fairy wings,” I said as I gently smacked him over the head with my book. “Ow, if you want me to learn, then maybe you shouldn’t beat my knowledge out,” Ronald said with a quick, sassy voice as he rubbed his head. “Ronald Weasley, if me tapping you on the head makes. You lose memory, then you lost all your senses a long time ago running around with Harry and Hermonie”, I said, laughing. “Would you please not be so loud? I’m trying to study,” said Hermonie, flipping through her textbook aggressively. “You always study, " said Harry dismissingingly. We were currently in the library studying for our position exam, and it was a quiet afternoon in Hogwarts with the students roaming the hallways after class, going to the dining hall or to their rooms to bring an end to the weekend. Harry was here “studying” too but was severely worried about the tournament. Hermione and Ron made up since the Yull ball, and the gang is now in the library trying to ace our potion class. Hermonie rolled her eyes and asked out loud, “You think the potion is gonna tell us who our heart desires?” she said curiously. “I don't see why not. This potion is older than Ron's suit from the Yull ball,” causing the table to laugh.”very funny,” said Ron sarcastically, nudging me and then laughing.

“What do you smell, Hermonie asked y/n As the aroma of the potion lingered in the air, my memory came alive. You felt his lips against yours, and your lips and his danced together perfectly. All eyes were on me as I raised the small vale to my nose; I breathed in the scent I smelled. You feel his fingers adding pressure to your hips. His hands started lowering, and the kiss deepened. “it smells warm and cozy, like cashmere. I also smell like citrusy undertones but also clean, I said.” Looking at Hermione, her face meets mine, puzzled. “Mhmmm,” said Professor Slughorn, “ringing any bells.” I didn't have to dig far in my memory; I knew it was Dean. I believe that night, he had some of the orange punch from the ball. Shaking my head, I responded, “No,” knowing that there was one person in class staring at me intensely, and it wasn't Hermonie.

“Hey, y/n, “I heard as I was leaving class, embarrassed of my reaction to the potion we did in class. I turned around, expecting it to be Ron or Harry, but it was Dean. I haven’t talked to Dean since the night of the Yull ball. “Hi, Dean,” I said, trying to sound normal. “What do you need to say?” “Uh, remember how I asked, do you wanna get some butter beer? We haven’t talked much since,” said Dean very calmly. “Oh, I can’t. I have to study”. You said you and Hermonie took your grades seriously, so if that meant not hitting the town on the weekends and going to Hogsmeade but staying in a quiet library room with nothing but the sound of your quill, you would do that (a small part of u is avoiding the charming and warm Dean Thomas) “oh” he said nodding his head. His tone was kind of soft but worried. “how about I bring us something from the food hall, and We study.” he gestures between both of us. “I fell behind in my dark arts assignment,” he said, looking at your face, hoping you would cave.

As you expected, the library was empty. No one was in there but the rows of books and the notes forming in your notebook. Dean had just got back from the food hall. “nothing fancy, grab some chips (French fries), mini hand pies., and for some dessert, as a reward, some cupcakes,” Dean said as he placed the food on the table “hand pies and fries” “there’s no nutritional value huh?” I said, giggling. “Well, I was thinking if we both truly study, we could get out of here and time and get something to eat at the pub.” I looked at him and grinned, feeling my face become hot. “always the persistent one,” I said, grinning

Hours passed, and I studied for potions. Now I was helping Dean sitting on the table, kicking my legs, sitting beside Dean. I was becoming restless. Usually, I study by myself. Taking a bite of my cupcake, I asked the following question in the textbook: “What spell can be used to block the killing spell?” I said, licking my lips to get the vanilla frosting off. “Dean, in heavy concentration, “Is it ava kredavra,” he said, looking at me. “Trick question, it’s nothing. There is no spell to block the killing spell”, I said. Dean sighed and stood before me, “Let’s make this interesting,” he said, arms crossed. “For every question I get right, you owe me a kiss,” he said. “Uh-huh,” I said, “and what do I get out of this?” Dean grinned. He was now towering over me, taking his thumb and swiping my lip, which caused me to gasp as he took his thumb and licked the icing off of it. “you’ll get the title of the best tutor,” he said after he licked his thumb,—causing me to giggle “deal,” I said knowing I was digging myself a hole that I didn't know if I wanted to get out of.

“Okay, next,” I said, picking up the textbook. “Dementors feed on happy or bad memories.” “easy, happy,” he said, grinning. “You are correct,” I said, smiling shyly. “Uh-huh,” he said as he grabbed my chin and pecked my lips. “That was easy. WHAT'S next?” I grinned, “described a Swedish snout,” I said, knowing I would trip him up. His hands were now on my thighs, rubbing them slowly. “ah there, blue and grey,” he said, going in for another kiss, “aht, hat what else I said, stopping him from leaning in. “your missing something?” they have” I say slowly his eyes widen “and Spikes!Spikes!” “Yes, there u go,” I said as I leaned, kissing him, deepening the kiss more, my hand on the back of his neck. I felt his hand going up my thigh. I broke away, catching my breath. “exactly,” I said. “now what next.” I said, looking at the textbook. I could feel Dean's eyes looking at my face, inspecting all my imperfections. He could count each of my eyelashes if he wanted to. His body was radiating heat. His hands were on my thigh, his thumb slowly rubbing my skin back and forth. Clearing my throat, “Thestrals can only be seen by,” I asked, trying to regain my thoughts. “People who have seen death,” said Dean before I could tell him he was correct. he leaned in and kissed me harder. I could feel his one hand creep up my thighs while the other tightened on my waist.

Before you ask, yes, where in a library making out, and no, that’s not okay, but it feels so right. I grab him and pull him closer to me. I don’t know when he was standing in between my legs, but I don’t mind any of the less. I could feel him trying to pull away. As he was kissing me, “Keep going,” I said as I pecked him. “only if you want to,” I said, looking at his eyes. Dean's lips swollen and cheeks flushed, shook his head in approval. His mouth became agape as I started rubbing him. My hands were now in his pants, moving slowly back and forth, tauntingly slow. Dean's breath started to speed up. His moans were coming out slow and low. “I want you to feel this good,” he said, grabbing his hand and removing it from my pants. Placing the hand back on the table, he grabbed my hip and moved me forward. Now I was at the edge of the table, his lips on my neck, kissing them quickly, his hand going under my sweater and moving my bra. He pinched my nipples, causing me to moan in satisfaction. my mouth was now open, loving the feeling of him kissing me and touching me. “You’re doing good, but I’m going to need more,” he said as he ran a slow circle on my nipple.he was kissing my neck, his breath, and his teeth nibbling on my skin, causing a sensation I couldn’t quite explain. While he was kissing my neck, he pushed my skirt up, bunching it on my hips. His thumb went right to rubbing my clit, my mouth open widely “fuck fuck, please.” “Shh shh,” he taunted against my ear. “This is the library. You have to be quiet,” he said as he rubbed my clit harder over my panties.

I could feel every part of my body coming undone. Things were getting wet as he rubbed harder, my panties soaked. “come on, good girl, I know you can open up a little more for me.” He grabbed my throat, catching the next Moan before it was released. My legs widened more, welcoming him more, feeling my stomach tightening. “Please, please I said breathily as he placed his lips on mine. He was breathing me in my moans, my kisses, my pleads. I was melting away in his hands on this table in the library. “Not until you say thank you,” he says as he leans in more, his hand pushing my panties to the side. He put two of his fingers in a spade of me, causing me to moan the feeling of being full. That sensation was taking over my body. I started to grind against his fingers, meeting his rhythm. Throwing my head back, my core was tightening. “I’m finna cum” I said, eyes closed, focusing on the feeling. “Not until u say thank you.” he stops pulling out, taking away the sensation. I open my eyes to see him unzipping his pants. His breath was still fast; he looked at me. Fumbling with his pants zipper clumsily, he halted.

“We can wait i wait if you want. It doesn’t have to be here.” Dean turned back to Sweet, warm him agin. Causing me to smile. “No, I wanna enjoy the gift,” I said, grabbing his dick and going back in forth on it, causing his knees to buckle to lean forward and moan. Taking his dick, I placed it at the entrance before I could say anything; Dean pushed his way in, causing both of us to moan. I gripped the table's edge, and Dean's gripping tightened on my hips. Here, we were in the middle of a library, and the only thing protecting us was the rows of books. Dean's hips snapped forward, causing me to wrap my arm around his neck and bring him forward to sink into me more. Dean's hips are going in and out of me at a slow rhythm. He was grunting in my ear while I was panting, and my nails were scratching his back. His hips met mine, causing the table to shake and the books to rustle. “You feel so good,” he said as I kept moaning. “ fuck don’t stop,” I said. His hand left from gripping my thighs, his finger making contact with my clit, causing me to moan on his shoulder. “What do we say he bites out as he snaps his hip” I am feeling him rubbing my clit and entering me over and over again. My senses went numb from pleasure. The table moves with each movement. The words fell from my mouth, “Thank you, thank, thank you, ugh fuck thank you” I could feel how close I was; I could feel the Cole in my stomach again, the heat in my body. I bit his shoulder, causing him to grunt and go faster. “You’re so perfect” was the last thing I heard before I came to him and the table. I cast my eyes, looking up at the ceiling. Moans fell from my mouth, and my legs were shaking. Dean's hips were rocking into mine slower as I felt my inside become warm. He was rubbing my back while I was still shaking in his arms. He was panting in my ear as he held me close, still inside of me, rubbing my back. We need to have more study dates just like this.

#dean thomas x reader #imagine #harry potter imagine #smut #Dean Thomas smut #alfred hitchcock #this was fun #black #reader #x black reader #black female reader

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*sniffs fanfiction like a fine wine*

Do I detect a hint of… bedsharing? Mutual pining perhaps?

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thesecretcornerintheroom · 4 months

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Pairing: Oj Hayward x Black female reader

Warnings: Rated R for sure 18+, Thigh ridding, praise kink (some fluff if you squint)

Word count: 3,234

The plot: Y/n is Friends with the Haywards and has a crush on Oj who decides to give her a riding lessons.

“What do you mean horses scare you?” Em as we walk into the house with groceries. She said, laughing and slamming the groceries down on the table. “Me and horses don’t get along. I was at a fair once and-“ Your words were Cut short. Hearing heavy footsteps coming down the steps, you saw Oj in one of his old hoodies, his sun-bleached blue jeans filled out very well by his thighs, and his cowboy boots…. The only thing missing is the hat. Oj came back into the Room, skin glistening from being in the sun. He grabbed a water bottle out of the grocery bag. ”I need you to help me wash some of the horses, and Lucky needs-“ I knew it was coming any time OJ needed help with the Ranch; Emerald always has something to do. I wonder what the excuse would be. “Wow, you know what? I would love to help, but I have a thing to do for a nice little date tonight. Can you help me? Yeah, it might make her get rid of her fear of horses,” Emerald said, running out the door.

Before you knew it, you were in the barn with your arms crossed, standing awkwardly to the side, looking at the horses from afar. “Come here,” was all you heard from Oj, who was now brushing the horse.” “Ain’t no need to be scared of them. Horses are like big dogs,” he said. Still brushing the horse, he noticed you were inching closer to him, and lucky, slowly but surely, he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him slowly, making sure not to scare you.“When I was a kid,” he said, touching your waist. You forgot how to think as he shifted himself behind you. You could feel his rough hands on your hips.his chest against your back as he slowly edged you forward to the horse. Your body was hyper-aware, aware of what was going on. Your body was stiff, but your legs were still working. “I had to help my dad give birth to one, and I was so nervous I was only like ten he said. His voice was rough due to his whispering. You could hear the twang in his voice, making goosebumps rise on your neck, as he slid his warm hand down your arm to wrap his hands around yours to inch towards the horse. “It was a mess. Emerald was crying cause she thought the horse was dying. My dad tried to stay calm because the horse would come in one of our worst storms in years. That same year, I lost my mom, and all I kept thinking was, what if the horse loses his mom?” He said, his voice burning, his body tense like he wanted to cry. “I ran upstairs, threw on my shoes and jacket, and ran downstairs. “Come on, Dad,” I said as we bolted to the barn to help the horse. “My hand was now touching the horse's nose, my eyes not breaking eye contact with the brown horse in front of me, who was very calm and still. “We helped the horse give birth, and we named it Lucky. You're petting Lucky right now,” said Oj. His voice was making the hair on my neck stand up. I could feel his lips brush my ear as they formed into a smile. He was causing me to gasp in surprise and turn to him. “Oj, that’s so sweet,” I said, hand trembling. I was too caught up in the moment to notice how close our face was. He nodded at the horse and backed away, leaving me some time alone with luck to pet and connect with him. It’s safe to say I’m not scared of horses anymore.

“Y/N, y/n, you okay? You looked spaced out,” said Emerald, who handed me a drink. Emerald had made her a special drink she called “the lucky” because whenever she makes it, someone “gets lucky and does it.” (It is just strawberry lemonade and rum). “So when you gonna tell my brother you like him so he can get a life she said, Now sitting down beside me on the floor,” causing me to choke on the drink causing me to stop on my words. “What made you say that,” I said now with a sting in my throat and watery eyes. “I saw it in your eyes the first time we met, and also, you didn’t fall for my flirting,” causing me to giggle. “You are so full of yourself, and I don’t think I will say anything. He's quiet and reserved. I’m loud and bubbly. I wouldn’t wanna make him uncomfortable,” I said, sipping the sweet drink that had a bite. “My brother has been like that my whole life, but I'll say he has to tolerate me. I'm his sister. But my brother, don't just deal with anybody,” she said, sipping her drink. Causing me to listen intensely.” What do you mean by that-”

What you all pick said OJ, interrupting our conversation. Oj had on one of his t-shirts and some shorts and sat on the floor beside me. “ Jeepers Creepers, y/n never seen it,” said Emerald, stuffing popcorn in her mouth. “Really, but you don’t like scary movies, “said OJ, looking at y/n. He looked you in your eyes, confused. “I’ll be fine you said, handing your cup to him so he could have a sip. Oj is not a drinker. You’ve only seen him drink beer every blue moon. But you noticed if you hand him any drink you were drinking, he’ll take a sip, or if your eating food and you offer him a piece, he’ll eat it and then rate it, which you find hilarious. “Hmmm, 7/10,” he said, sipping the drink. “Excuse me!! My drink is a 10/10, and You wouldn't know cause you haven’t felt the magic of the lucky special,” causing me to giggle and him to sigh.

We watched the TV. At first, you were watching Jeeper Creepers, the two weeks of siblings running away from the human bug, the truck being scarier, and following the siblings; before you knew it, your eyes were heavy. You could hear Emerald snoring beside you. “You sleepy,” said Oj. “Yeah, I should be heading home. You said, starting to get up.” It’s late, you can stay here, take my bed. I’ll put Emerald in Dad’s old room, and I’ll give you something to sleep in. “Okay, I said, not fighting with him. My eyes were heavy, and I would rather feel a warm bed than be on the road for 20 minutes to get home.

Oj turned the Tv off. We left the popcorn and snacks downstairs. Oj carried Emerald to his dad's room. Once he placed Emerald in bed, we went to his room. You noticed his room was reasonably clean; nothing was out of place. You saw paperwork on the desk, the bed, The plaid comforter. “Here u go,” He said, handing me one of his old faded shirts and a pair of boxers. Thank you. I said, yawning. I went into the bathroom to change. I looked at myself for a minute in the mirror. This will probably be my first and last time in one of his shirts. It was white and had a faded logo of the ranch name on it. It was a little baggy on you. It fell loosely to your thighs. His boxer shorts were too big and kept falling off your hips, so you decided not to wear them. You noticed Oj putting some clothes back in his drawer, his shoulders and back muscles tensing. “Thank you,” you said just standing there, causing Oj to turn around. “Mhm,” he said after staring at you longer than usual and returning to his drawer. “You know you can tell me what you’re thinking,” y/n said, her drink and the sleepy feeling getting to her. “I get you don’t get much to say. I wish I were more like you sometimes, but if you ever have anything you want to say, I’ll listen”. Oj looked at you with a look of confusion. “I know. Listening has always been my strong suit. Growing up on this ranch, I had to listen to orders and take instructions, and with a sister like mine, I had no choice but to listen, he said. Before I knew It, I sat on his bed, legs crossed, and we talked without interruptions. We talked about his childhood, his dealing with the loss of his dad, and how sudden. that was. The room was filled with conversation, head nods, laughter, and engagement. “Okay,” you said so what’s your type you ask curiously. His eyes looked at the floor like he was thinking, then he looked at me. His eyes focused on me, and he stared at me awhile. “I don't have one,” his voice said. His voice was deep, which caused me to shiver internally. His words said one thing, but his eyes said something else. So you dont like what Emerald type I said, joking. I'm convinced that Emerald didn’t even know her type. If they were easy on the eyes and had a pulse, that was enough. ”I like what catches my eye,” he said, his eyes drifting away. “Why don’t you ever go on double dates with Emerald.” He asked, confused. “Dating has never been my thing. I love hanging out with friends and family, and I don’t particularly appreciate having to pretend I’m something I’m not till I’m comfortable with the person.” I was talking, thinking about all the bad dates I've been on or having to have a can-do spirit personality when the date was boring. “I don’t wanna have to pretend.” Between the conversation, I went from sitting on his bed to facing him sitting on the corner of his bed. His eyes were looking at me intensely. He was leaning in closer to me, hanging on every word I had said. Without a second thought, he stretched his hand out slowly to me, afraid he was going to spook me, and lay his hand on my thigh. “You don’t gotta put on a show for me.”

You became very aware that one hand was on your thigh, and the shirt he had given you fell perfectly in your lap to cover up enough of your body and leave rest to the imagination. You looked at him, feeling something turn in your stomach as your skin became hot. Without a second thought, you leaned forward and kissed him. The kiss was firm. His lips felt soft, and his hand slowly went from my thigh to my neck as he squeezed lightly, causing me to moan. OJ was leading the kiss, and I was following. You slowly wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing him closer to you. This caused him to let out a low grunt while kissing you, causing him to pull you into him while he was sitting on the chair. “Should I sit down?” I said, now in his lap once I sat on my leg On either side of his leg in the middle.

“You need to teach me how to ride,” I said, now feeling my hot center on his leg, which was adding the perfect pressure. I started to move my hips slowly and surely on his leg while kissing him. The kiss became more feverish and quick while I was driving my hips against his leg. I let a moan slip out of my mouth. His hands are now gripping my hips. “You gotta hold on tight, and you lead, and they’ll follow you.” He said, now locking eyes with me. The room that was once filled with conversation and laughter was now filled with something more serious; the remark was thicker in the air. As y/n looked back into his eyes, her eyes felt heavy as she started to move her hips back and forth slowly. Feeling tension building up in her hips and her core, she let out a gasp, causing Oj to grip her hips tighter and help her with movements of her hips on his thigh. “Uh-huh, just like that,” he said as he told me as he tightened his thigh, causing you to moan. He kissed her as another moan almost escaped her lips. My clit was now throbbing as I moved my hips back in forth. I could feel the wetness forming on his leg more. As I thought the sensation started to build in my legs, his hand went from my hips, now moving up to my waist, and my shirt was now rising as he went to touch my

Breast caressing and pinching my nipples caused me to inhale sharply, feeling that nerve goes down my spin he looked at me and removed the oversized t-shirt from me while I was still moving my hips, feeling the friction on my clit he was now kissing my neck nibbling licking leaving a tingly sensation. HIS hands grabbed my boob and licked my nipples. He seems to be taking his time with my nipples licking them, biting them, sucking them, causing me to bite my moan. As I grind into his hips, I feel his leg dampen more. My movements became more erratic, moving my hips and feeling my legs shake more. Knowing I was going to cum soon. “Uh uh,” he said grabbing my hips, “I want to be in you. I want to feel you, and I want to see you come on my dick. okay?” He said, his voice stern now, looking at me. “Okay,” I whisper. He was breathing quicker, trying to calm down.

Lay on the bed for me, and don’t touch yourself, he said. Now, lifting me off his leg, I could feel the cold air hit my body while my wetness ran down my leg. He placed me on the bed. Once he stood, he started to get undressed, and I took every part of his body in. He was thicker but also toned. You could tell from his physique he worked in nature, lifting, pulling, and tending to the ranch. Once he removed his underwear, his dick came from his boxers hard and ready. Ready for me, he started to climb on the bed, skin glowing in the dim light in his room.

As I lay down, I closed my eyes, trying to catch my body and thoughts. Is this happening? This isn’t a dream. Am I doing this with him? Oj?. I felt him climb on top of me. Are you okay he said his voice softer. If you want to stop, we can. I opened my eyes, knowing, looking into his eyes, that I was where I needed to be. His eyes were so big you always adored that about him. Whatever he didn’t say, his eyes always did. The hard part was knowing what he was thinking.

I’m okay I said, now looking at him with his shirt off, his skin still glowing. The light lighting over our bodies caused me to look at how his chest and shoulders had light stretch marks, causing me to smile. I lifted my hand, and my fingerprints glided across the skin's texture. Feeling the heat from his body under my fingertips caused him to shiver. He leaned his head down and kissed me. My senses were indeed heightened. His lips were soft, and his kiss was warm and slow. I could feel the air feeling my body as his hand rubbed my body. His hands felt amazing on my body. He had the type of hands that were slightly rough from working outside. He started to kiss my neck and the feeling he was giving felt amazing.

All the atoms in my body felt like they were moving. You could also feel him hardening on your thigh as he slowly moved against your thigh; you let out a moan as he bit your neck and rolled his tongue over your skin. “Please, I need you,” you said as you put your hands on the back of his neck, my hand moving down his back with my fingernails slowly dragging across his skin, causing him to moan and shake his head. He stops moving his hips with one quick motion, and he puts himself inside of you. Forcing you to gasp and him to grunt. You just basked in him being in you, the fullness he gave you, the throbbing and the heat. You were now focusing on him as he was now taking deep breaths.

“It’s been a while,” he let out a chuckle. “Then give me what you can you said, making him lock eyes with you. Before you knew it, he was slowly rolling his hips toward you, meeting your hips with a rhythm, causing you to moan. “You are so beautiful he said. “You know what he said?” “Yeah, you said meekly, more focused on the feeling more than anything. You could feel your stomach tightening, and your mouth opened slowly as you released your breath. “I need better than that he said as he snapped his hips into me, causing me to moan loudly.” YES, YES, you said. Now, he was picking up his speed. All you could feel was him going in and out faster. You could feel your legs start to shake, and you could feel yourself clenching around him. “Uh-huh,” he said, now more comfortable as he went in and out of me faster. My finger slowly dragged my nails down his back, causing him to grunt. I felt his hand wrap around my thigh to bring my leg up as he sank into me more, causing me to moan and close my eyes, my hand going from his back now trying to grab anything his arm, the blanket, the pillow. Y/n felt her wetness running down her legs on the sheets and her thighs. She truly wasn’t going to make it, and she knew it. The only sounds in the room were moans and grunts and our skin smacking together. “You getting there? I know you are he said in a deeper voice, causing me to moan in response. “You look so pretty coming undone for me…cumming on me” My eyes now closed as moans fell from my mouth as my hands grabbed the sheets around me. “Please, please, please,” the words falling into my mouth were slurred. Before I knew it, Oj's hand had both of my hands above my head pinned down, his other hand now rubbing my clit. “Cum for me, cum for me. I know you got it, good girl,” he said. His tone was so patient as he was ushering me through my orgasm. before I knew it, I was cumming on him and his fingers, and it felt like a haze had fallen on me.”Fuck” he said, panting as he pulled quickly. I soon felt something warm hit my stomach. The bed rose as the weight left the bed. “You okay,” he said, now rubbing your stomach and in between your thighs with a warm rag. You opened your heavy eyes. “Thank you for the lesson,” you said with a smile.

#oj haywood #oj Haywood x reader #black reader #daniel kaluuya #imagine #Oj Haywood imagine #Daniel kaluuya imagine #smut #y/n #x black reader

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New Coraline design drop

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I present to you: Husband Face 🥴

(Had to after showing yall what a boyfriend face looks like 🤭)

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Goodnight Dean ⭐️ (blurb)

Pairing: Dean Thomas x Black female reader

Warnings: Hermonie crying, Kissing, This one is fluffy you guys (I can do a part two if u want 👀) (Honestly this was a cute little blurb cause I never do those)

Word count: 4316

Part 1 maybe?

EVERYTHING IS RUINED, JUST RUINED. You see Hermonie at the bottom of the steps sobbing, her pink dress sprawled over the steps as she sits clutching her foot, probably getting a blister from her heels. Curls now falling from the perfect bun, you help her do for the ball. “Oh, Hermione, what's wrong you said as you walked down the steps; your curves were showing in your dress. You had a light purple dress with a V-cut and jewels sprawled around the bottom of your dress. The gown was adorned with sparkles and beads. Your hair was down, showing your natural curls, and a white corsage on your wrist was given to you by him. Hermonie, talk to me please you said, now sitting next to Hermonie, clutching her shoulders and moving your curls out your way. “Everything ruined, the ball, my night Ron and Harry are insufferable.” You were still confused and stunned. You didn’t know what Harry did. He was looking miserable all night cause he couldn’t take his dream girl he had been obsessing over all quarter, Cho Chang. Ron, you could believe he’s been a pain in the ass the whole semester, but you could tell it was due to insecurities and his raging crush on Hermonie. It became more evident since last year, and now it’s just getting worse because he’s hiding his emotions and being immature. “Oh honey, I’m sorry,” you said with an honest heart. Let me go to my room and change, and we can have a girl's night. I’ll invite Luna and Ginny, you said. Just shower and unwind before the rest of the girls from the ball consume the washroom”. “But wait, I thought you had plans with him,” Hermonie said with glossy eyes and a pitiful voice. “It’s okay,” I said. Now, standing up, “there are more pressing matters at hand.” You were giving her a smile and a kiss on the cheek. Leaving her to smile and stand and slowly start walking to her room.

As I walked up the steps, my heart was heavy, my eyes wandering, looking to see if he where I left him, and there he was leaning on a wall with my purple glitter Shaw in his hands. You took him in. He’s one of the tallest boys in your grade, his tan skin glowing under the Hogwarts lantern. His curls complement his eyebrows and brown eyes. “Dean Thomas, I’m afraid we must call it a night you said.” Now, walking over to him, Dean had on a traditional suit, but he did have on a purple tie and a white rose pin to his suit to match yours. “Oh, no worries he said with a small smile. “It is getting late, and I’ve probably bored you. I’m sorry, the night was more boring than I expected. We can sneak off to Diagon Alley and get Butter beer instead.” As you walked over to him, you saw his body language became small and awkward, which was funny because he's one of the most confident boys you know in our grade. Before he could finish his sentence, you grabbed the back of his neck, gently pulling him down to you, his hair hitting the tips of your finger. You pull him down to kiss you. That’s what you've been thinking about all night. The entire ball, Dean was sweet, complementing you, dancing with you, laughing with or at your jokes, including you in conversation with his friend, and telling you stories. He was perfect. The kiss was very soft at first. It started as a peck. You felt his lips against yours, and your lips and his danced together perfectly. You felt his body go ridged as he relaxed his stance, leaning into you more. You feel his fingers adding pressure to your hips. His hands started to go lower, and the kiss deepened. You felt him swipe his tongue on your bottom lip, requesting an opening. You let out an involuntary sigh, feeling your body tempter rise. You weren’t thinking about being caught by any teachers, including Snape. You were only worried about the feeling you had you were going to grant his wish as you opened your mouth. You both heard a “Oh my, why did the warbles lead me this way?” causing you and Dean to pull away, hearing the sounds of your lips leaving his as he clears his throat. You straighten out your purple dress. You turn to see Luna in her bright yellow dress. “Luna, I was looking for you,” you said, breaking the tension. Luna looked at you and Dean, puzzled. “Interesting enough, I’m not in his mouth,” caused me to gasp and Dean to chuckle. “Hermonie needs us,” I said with a flustered voice as I grabbed her hand. “Good night, Dean,” you said, looking at the boy whose now eyes were darker and whose lips were covered in your lips gloss and slightly swollen. He held eye contact for you a little longer. If only your friend wasn’t in her room, probably crying, and your other friend wasn’t hunting warbles. “Goodnight, y/n, rain check on the butter beer,” He said, saying the words quickly. “Of course,” you said, pulling Luna away and hurrying to your room to change.

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The Perfect Date

Pairing: Fontaine x black female reader

Warnings: Smut. (18+) Dirty talk, Exhibitionism, praise kink.

Word count: 2000

The plot: Fontaine finds out you are going on a date and decides to show you what a proper date is.

It was a regular Friday night. I, Slick yo-yo, and Fontaine chilling in his living room playing game night. We did this every week, and the vibe was always right. We played music of different variants while smoking, playing boring games, and catching up on the week. As of right now, we're taking a break, and I’m currently talking to the yo-yo lowly about this guy who dropped off mail at the station wanting to take me on a date. While the guys smoked and chatted about slick pimping days. “You are going on a date Fontaine said, quickly shifting his attention to our direction. His eyes are dark and strong, looking at me, not breaking eye contact. “Damn, Tain, you got hearing like a hawk said yo-yo, chuckling, taking a sip of her drink. Silence lingered in the air, waiting for my answer. The only thing moving was the smoke exiting Fontaine's mouth as he looked at me. “I don’t know, I’m thinking about it; my life is getting pretty boring,” I said, breaking eye contact with Fontaine and looking away. See, I’ve always had a crush on Fontaine. But I never made a move cause this is the only solid friend group away from home, so I don’t want to change it. “Is it the beige bitch from ya job?” said Slick causing me to laugh. “Yes, it is, and his name is Montell, not Beige bitch” causing me and yo-yo to laugh. “You right, that nigga more so a fluorescent beige,” Slick said earnestly, sipping his drink. Causing me and the rest of the crew to lose it and start laughing.

After the gang left, it was just me and Fontaine. I offered to stay to help him clean up his living room, which I do every Friday. I like spending time alone with Fontaine. I work with yo-yo at the police center, working on cases, and Slick always meets us for lunch every day. But Fontaine is always busy between being the hood #1 dope boy. And making sure his money is straight, he doesn’t get to hang with us besides Fridays. “You are thinking about going out with ol dude?” said Fontaine with a straight face. He was currently picking up all the plates and cups out of the living room.

“I don’t see why not. I mean, I do the same thing every morning. I wake up, solve cases with yo-yo, bring my ass home, and go to bed. It just feels like my life is in this boring ass routine, and I want to try something different, I said. I was now packing up all the games we used. “Let me take you out then,” Said Fontaine, quickly throwing away all the trash and looking straight at me with that stare that makes my knees weak. “huh,” I said quickly, not processing what he said. “If you can, huh, you can hear,” he said back, leaning on the door frame with his hands licking his lip, which showed a peak of his grill. “Why would you wanna take me on a date when half of the whole hood wanna be in ya bed?” I said playfully, crossing my arms. Fontaine never did anything just cause he always had a reason. But I can’t figure out why he would want to take me on a date. He never showed interest in me, and neither have I cause we are just “friends.” What I said caused Fontaine to smile and walk up. “To show u what a real date is before you go on one with a lame.”

“BITCH HE SAID THAT” Yo-yo yelled to me over the phone as I was getting ready for my date tonight. Yo, you said, shocked. “Indeed did” I said as I straight out my high-waisted skirt that had a slit going up my thigh. “I knew that mean-mugging-ass man liked you. I would catch him staring at you all the time, I know I told you that, didn’t I tell you that?” Yo-yo, " she said, going on her tangent. “Yes, you did I said, giggling, but I think we were just going out as friends” I said, dismissing the thought once again trying to make myself believe in the lie I was telling. "Oh, are you, okay then we’ll. I guess you don’t got the skirt I got you?, the one with the high split, huh?” said Yo-yo smartly. I froze, silence taking over the line. “I KNEW IT I FUCKING KNEW IT.” “alright, I love you, bye,” I said quickly rushing her off the phone, hanging up and getting ready to walk outside cause I heard Fontaine's muffler and loud music.

When I got in the car, I mentally passed out. Fontaine looks good. He ditched his sweatpants and hoodie for something more dressy. He had on a simple black tee, jeans, and a chain, and of course, he had his grill in his mouth. “You look good. I like your hair,” he said as he looked at my natural hair. I usually have it pulled up. “Thanks, you look good yourself. I expected you to be in a hoodie,” I said, smiling, trying to ignore his cologne, which was mixing in with the smell of weed in the car. He smelled good, warm and inviting. The scent itself was making me dizzy”. “I told you it was a date he said, looking me in the eye as he leaned in and got too close for comfort to grab my seat belt and buckle me in. I felt his arm bush across my chest to grab the seat belt. To stop myself from sighing, I asked a question quickly: where are we going? I tried not to get lost in his brown eyes. His eyes were deep like pools. I found myself getting lost in them all the time. It’s like he said so much through his eyes without saying anything at all. Breaking my eye contact away from him, I became more aware of his scent wrapped around me in the car. The woody smell mixed with a hint of clean clothes had me feeling intoxicated, and the date just started. My eyes made their way to his lips. He licked them and responded, “We are going to Smokey’s.”

Smokey’s was a old restaurant, but a black family owned it. It had a 1950s dinner vibe. It was a cute place. Once we were inside, I noticed that it was pretty empty. It looked like the only person who was in was the cook and the waitress. We sat at a curved booth. I decide to sit across from Fontaine. He made a face and looked at me. “Why you so far?” he said with a severe but curious tone. When I looked at him, I noticed how his skin tone was due to the dim lighting in the restaurant, and I saw how the colored lights reflected off of his deep skin tone. This man is so attractive to me that it made my head spin. Before I could get the words out, I felt Fontaine grab my waist and pull me closer to him.

“Now what you finna get he said, his arm now wrapped around me. I could tell he was trying to make eye contact with me, so I pretended to look at the menu. “Idk, maybe the special. I haven’t been here in a while,” I said casually, trying to overindulge with the menu in front of me. Suddenly, I was no longer focused on the words on the menu and now focused on his hand, which was caressing my cheek. His hands were rough but inviting. I could feel him slowly turning my head. As I looked him in the eye, I had a strong feeling that whatever happened tonight would be the beginning or ending of a friendship. “You should get what you want. I heard they got good salmon,” said Fontaine, looking me in the eye. I felt my stomach catch butterflies. His eyes are so dark, and they hold so much in them you can see how easy it is to trigger him, good or bad.

Once we ordered our food, we were talking like usual. “Slick wanted me to wear one of his coats tonight. The shit was so bad I told him I look like a fucking peacock,” said Fontaine laughing, flashing his grill, causing me to laugh. “You had to deal with slick, and I had to deal with yo-yo. “I told u, girl, he liked you” blah blah blah,” I said, giggling. Fontaine just let out a chuckle. “yo-yo is so dumb, man,” he said with a passive grin. Alright, here are your meals the waitress said, putting down our meals.

We are silent at the beginning half of the meal, which could have been a comfortable silence. But I was thinking about every interaction I’d had on this date, and I was beating myself up about it inside. “So what made you say yes to going on a date with this guy?” Fontaine said as he was eating some of his fries. “I don’t know. I just wanted something new. It’s been a full year since I've been on a date or thought about dating between the cases at work and in life. It just hasn’t been a priority. It just feels like I’m waiting for something that’ll never happen…so I’m giving myself a push,” I said with a chipper voice, trying to stay optimistic about dating again. I was talking about Fontaine, but he doesn’t know that. “Whatever you are waiting on is gonna come for you,” Fontaine said in a low voice. His demeanor was calm and lax. I looked at him and smiled. He leaned up and leaned into me more. “Let me let you in on a secret,” he said, whispering in my ear. “You shouldn’t go out with him 'cause he is not a perfect fit for you,” he said. I try to stay focused and not get distracted by simple things like Fontaine's lips close to my ear or his breath fanning my neck. I’m not trying to notice how close he is to me or even his warm hand playing with the slit in my skirt.

“Okay, and who is a perfect fit I whispered back,” only trying to focus on his response and the way his finger danced on my thigh, playing with the fabric of my dress. “Don’t play with me,” he says, and he grabs my chin and kisses me. His lips were soft and firm. It was a quick kiss, but it was assertive. It was like he was saying, “It’s me; you know it, and I know it.” I looked him in the eyes and smirked cause I knew what I wanted to do. Instinctively, I grabbed his chain. And pull him closer to me slowly. Once our lips met again, it was like a dance he and I already knew. The kiss was like a conversation, and we were talking with our bodies. Wanting more of him, I bite his bottom lip, causing him to let out a low moan. I felt his hands snake around my waist again. This time, his hand was under my shirt, causing me to gasp. Then, the realization hit me. Where having a whole make-out session in the diner. I pulled away from his kiss abruptly, causing him to take his hands off me immediately. “I’m sorry. Did a make you feel uncomfortable or sum?” Fontaine asked with concern in his eyes and worry in his voice. “No, it’s just where at this restaurant, and where friends I don’t wanna mess that up or the group. Silence hung in the air. Oh god, I bet you he thinks I don’t like him and I’m using that as a excuse. He’s probably gonna start acting different with me now I should have just said no to the whole date

My thoughts were cut short by him clearing his throat and sitting up. “Well then I guess we stuck,” Fontaine said, looking me in the eye and licking his lips. “I don’t wanna be your friend,” he said. When he said that I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. My face probably looked flushed. “Well,I need you to say something ma” he said, licking his lips again. “I’m scared that if we do this it won’t be the same anymore” I spoke quietly knowing my voice would portray me. I felt his hand on my thigh again, and he turned to my ear and whispered. “ain’t shit to be scared off. I promise I got you. He said, kissing your neck, causing you to gasp. “When I first saw you, I wanted you then,you had this vibe about you that was comforting and warm, but you were our friend. You got along with everybody so I decided to leave it alone he said,” while kissing her neck. He licked y/n neck causing you to gasp.

Your eyes were closed. All you were focused on was his lips and his hands and how they made you feel. Fontaine hand kept going higher and higher up your skirt. “Uhhh, you moaned out lowly due to Fontaine pinching your clit through your panties. “I just wanna take care of you” “I wanna be the one who takes you on a date and make you nut so many times you can’t even stand once I’m done with you,” Fontaine whispered in my ear as he massaged my clit. Causing me to struggle not to let out a moan. “You gotta stay quiet for me, or we gotta stop he said as he moved my panties to the side, and I could feel his two fingers entering me, stretching me out. His motions of going in and out of me were truly ethereal.

Rocking my hips against his hands it felt like ocean moving through out my body, the rhythms,the waves.I was feeling everything. He was ridged beside me, still kissing on my neck. My legs were now wide open with no care of who saw his hand inside of me, touching me and feeling me in ways I can not explain and causing me to move my hips back and forth on his fingers. I opened my eyes for a quick moment to look around the diner, but nobody was there. All I heard was slow barbershop music and food sizzling from the grill. I slowly took my hand off the table and grabbed his hand. I started moving his hand in and out of me. I could feel my wetness all over my thighs. I know my favorite skirt is ruined. I can feel the wetness pooling around my thighs, clinging to my skirt. Holding my moans, I can feel my body tense up. “Let that shit out,” he said with more base in his voice.

“Fuck I don't wanna be loud I whined, starting to feel the coil in my stomach coming undone. Fontaine roughly grabbed my face. “I'm gonna count to three, and you're gonna let it go,” he stated entering me harder, his rhythm becoming more fast and erratic. “One,” he said, causing my toes to curl.”I can’t believe this is happening me getting used like this in public and me like it. “Two:” As he's entering inside of me, I could feel my legs tightening and shaking. “Three,” he said, now massage my clit, which caused me to gasp. The gasp was cut short due to Fontaine kissing me immediately. His kiss was more erratic. This time, he was kissing me like he wanted me in every way possible he could get me. While he is kissing me, he's still rubbing my clit, which is causing my leg to shake and my wetness to leak down my thigh. Causing me to moan in his mouth. Fontaine removed his finger from me and, while looking me in the eye, sucked both fingers. “I'm full. You ready to go?”

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thesecretcornerintheroom · 7 months

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You ever read smut that was so well written it had you feelin like you the one that got fucked

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thesecretcornerintheroom · 9 months

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Good Places in Boston

Pairing: Colin Shea x Bestfriend/Neighbor!Reader

Summary: Your bestfriend and neighbor Colin comes to you in agony when it becomes a physical problem to think of you with anyone else.

Warnings: Angst, yelling, getting in a fight. Friends to lovers type beat, Colin is such a major fuckboy and reader is sick of it and wallows a bit in self pity (with wine lmao), fluff, this part is clean but I would def be up to writing a part 2 if it's wanted!

Wordcount: 5100

The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics

"Colin, what are you doing here?"

Colin sends you his characteristic grin, his fingers drumming on the pillar in your apartment as he leans against it, "Well, I uh.. I needed an escape."

"An escape from what, exactly?" You ask as you take a bite out of your breakfast bagel, quirking a brow in his direction.

"Well, I uhm... Have a girl at my place."

You roll your eyes, "Oh, so you invaded my private space to avoid the girl you just slept with... Again."

Colin laughs, "When you put it that way, it makes me sound like a total asshole."

"Maybe that's because you are a total asshole," you quip, sipping your orange juice, "I've told you numerous times that I don't like when you use me like this."

"Hey!" Colin immediately exclaims, "I'm not using you! I would never!"

Your eyes trail over his naked torso, the sweatpants he's wearing hanging so low on his hips, you're surprised they haven't slipped off already.

You place a hand on your hip as you look at him pointedly, "Sure you wouldn't. Tell me again why you're at my apartment at eight in the morning?"

Colin eyes you for a moment before he sighs, "Fine. You're smarter than me and figured me out. Is that what you want to hear?"

"No," you snort, tidying up your kitchen as you speak with your back turned to him, "What I'd like to hear would be; 'I met this girl and she's amazing and I'm gonna marry her because she's the best.' But for some reason, you keep ruining that."

Colin scoffs obnoxiously, "Why do you keep holding on to that fantasy?"

"Because I know you," you reply as you turn around to face him, "And I know you deserve an amazing person in your life. As your friend, I have a right to believe that. And I also have a right to believe that you're sabotaging yourself by sleeping with random girls every night."

Colin groans, "Will you fucking quit it, already? I don't know where you got the idea that I need to settle down when I've always told you that I don't want to settle down."'

"Right, you want to keep sleeping with strange women every night because it makes you feel better about yourself."

"Exactly!" Colin grins, "I love that about me."

You snort again, "Well I hate that about you. It's one of the things I tolerate about our friendship."

Colin walks up to you, plucking the breakfast bagel out of your hand before he takes a bite, "Please, shut it. It's not like you're any better."

"Better than you?" You scoff, narrowing your eyes at him, "Come on, Col. You must know I'm better than you when it comes to this."

"When we met each other you were just as much of a slut as I was."

"Yeah!" You exclaim loudly, "Five years ago! Did you not realize that it's been that long? Or do you just not believe that people change?"

Colin rolls his eyes, "No, what I don't believe is the fact that you're now suddenly celibate because you want to get married. That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

You frown, turning your back to him as you put another bagel in the toaster, "Well, just because you don't believe it, it doesn't mean it isn't true."

"Oh come on!" Colin laughs, placing a hand on your shoulder, "You're so full of shit. I saw a guy leave your place yesterday."

You whip around to face him, your eyes narrowing, "Yeah, you did. The same guy that's been leaving my place for the last couple of months."

"What?"

"I'm dating someone," you say, frowning as your eyes meet his, "I've been dating Robert for months now."

"You're dating someone?"

"Yes!" You reply, rolling your eyes, "And you'd know more about him if you ever asked. But you never do! All you ever talk about are the random girls you fuck. Or Mexican wrestling."

"Wait.." He drags out, tilting his head as his eyes narrow, "So you're telling me you're dating someone? Someone serious? And you have been for months?"

"Oh my god, Colin," you sigh, stuffing the bagel into his mouth, "Yes, I am dating. And I have been for a while. Why is that so hard to believe?"

Colin pulls the bagel out of his mouth as he takes a step back, "It's not hard to believe.."

"Then what's with the attitude?"

"There's no attitude," he quickly interjects, "I was just.. I don't know.. Surprised."

"Well, you wouldn't be if our entire friendship wasn't based off of you and your conquests."

"Come on," Colin scoffs, "You know that's not true."

"Isn't it?" You immediately reply, "Because it seems to be the focus of our friendship."

Colin's brows furrow, "Yeah, but not on purpose.. That's just how it's always been.."

"Yeah," you scoff, turning your back once again to butter your fresh bagel when it pops out of the toaster, "That's how it's always been because I'm a good friend and that's what you need. The only times I basically see you anymore is when you come to hide out at my place. I don't feel the need to tell you about what's going on with me."

"Why not?"

You frown, looking at him over your shoulder, "Because you don't care about what's going on with me."

Just as you turn your back to him to focus on the task at hand, he replies, "I care."

"Colin," you groan, shaking your head as you focus on your bagel, "The only important person in your life is you. And I'm okay with that. I've accepted it. But don't fucking lie to me, I don't like being lied to."

"That's not true. And I'm not lying."

You scoff again, turning around to look at him as your arms cross over your chest, "So you're telling me that I hurt your feelings by not telling you about the guy I'm seeing? Come on, Col, we both know you don't give a shit."

"I do give a shit, though," he grits out, glaring at you, "And I can't believe you didn't tell me."

"Will you stop it? It's not that big of a deal. Can you just go back to being your normal self, please?"

"I am being normal."

"No, you're not," you huff, "You're being weird.. And I don't like it."

"Well, excuse me for having a reaction to you telling me you're dating someone," he loudly exclaims, turning his back to you before he starts walking away, "And that you apparently kept it secret because I'm such an awful friend."

"Colin-"

"No!" He yells, glaring at you, "Fuck off. You've said enough. I should leave."

He marches to your door stubbornly, making you huff out, "I thought you needed to hide out here so you wouldn't have to deal with your one night stand? Isn't that the only reason you ever come to see me?"

"Fuck you!" He yells, slamming the door behind him as he walks out.

"Well, fuck you too," you mumble, walking back to your kitchen to finish eating your bagel.

Five entire days went by without you seeing Colin.

That's the longest you've gone without seeing him since college. On the second day, you contemplated reaching out, but you also knew you'd done literally nothing wrong.

You were just being honest.

Truth is, you loved Colin.

In fact, you'd loved him since the second day you met him. And for the rest of your college days, you were also in love with him. But the closer you got, the more it faded.

The more you watched him hook up with a new girl every night, most of the time right in front of you, the more it went away.

When you found an available apartment in his building, you didn't know if you'd actually stay friends. You always suspected he just kept you close by in college to hit on your friends.

But then you moved in across the hall from him and he decided to keep you around. But he mainly did it so he'd have somewhere to go when he needed to hide from the women he brought home.

To be fair, usually when he'd come by, you two would end up spending most of the day together. You'd watch Mexican wrestling (he's obsessed with it and it's actually quite entertaining, so you didn't mind), or he'd play you music he'd been working on. Sometimes you'd both be doing separate things but within the same space, sharing a comfortable silence. Or you'd watch movies or simply just talk.

But there had always been a.. distance, between the two of you. He always had a hard time opening up, sharing parts of himself. You knew you meant something to him because on rare occasions, he would show a softer side to himself. Like when his dad died. He came to you for support and you did everything to help in any way you could, and it helped you get to know him a little better. He wasn't as guarded as usual.

But eventually, things went back to normal. Which meant he went back to hiding out in your place. You didn't mind that he was hiding, it wasn't about that. It was about the fact that it felt like that was the only reason he came to see you.

In the three years you've lived across the hall from him, he's had countless one night stands. Several times a week, if he wasn't working too much or was too busy to go out. It never grows old - at least not to him.

But it did to you.

Being in love with him did too.

It wasn't more than a few months ago when you decided that the dwindling feelings you harbored for him were not healthy.

That was the night you went on your first date with Robert.

And he's great; charming, handsome.. The only thing that's missing is that feeling inside.

The one you feel whenever Colin is around.

"I can come up if you want me to."

You're smiling politely up at Robert as you finish another very adequate date, but you're just not in the mood.

You haven't been in the mood for the past few days, but you don't really know why..

Actually, you do.

You know exactly why.

But you refuse to admit it.

"I'd love that, truly," you reply with a small smile, "But I'm feeling pretty.. icky, from the food tonight. I don't know, maybe I ate the wrong thing.. And I feel completely knackered out. I'm sorry Robert, is it okay that I call a raincheck on your offer?"

Robert just offers you a warm smile, "Yeah, of course. Don't worry about it."

He really is a very sweet guy. Not everyone would take a rejection that nicely. You've only been seeing each other for a few months, and it's not exactly serious; you haven't had the talk yet, and you're not exclusive with each other, either.

But he's nice and kind. Very sweet and understanding. And he's making an effort to get to know you.

Robert leans down to peck your cheek, making your smile widen before he pulls back.

"I'll see you later this week."

Once you're inside your building, you trudge up the stairs. You lied when you said you were feeling sick, but you weren't lying when you said you were tired.

Your body feels heavy, your head groggy as you walk up to your place, your mind wandering aimlessly.

You keep thinking back to the date with Robert, and how truly sweet and kind he is, but for some reason you also keep focusing on the fact that something is missing.

And once that thought hits you, your mind inevitably wanders back to Colin.

Fucking asshole. First he infiltrates your apartment and now your mind.

You shake your head and sigh once you reach the final flight of stairs. But you immediately tense up when you hear an oddly familiar sound.

Your eyes dart up at the sound of a high-pitched giggle, immediately landing on a tall, beautiful blonde, practically hanging off Colin's side.

You roll your eyes as you continue walking, glancing shortly at Colin as he fumbles with his keys to get the door open.

You walk past them, your eyes catching Colin's for a split second before he darts his away, back to focusing on getting his front door open.

You walk to your door, swiftly unlocking it, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you hear the girl giggle out a "Colin, come ooon," before you slam the door shut.

Wine.

You need wine. Only wine can fix this dark cloud seemingly permanently hovering over you.

You hang up your coat before you patter into your bedroom, immediately changing into a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top. You swiftly move to your kitchen, grabbing a bottle of wine and a large glass, and then you plop down on your couch.

Before you know it, you've drank half a bottle while watching some mindless rom-com on TV.

Is this really what it's come to?

You have a perfectly sweet guy, who would have loved to spend the night with you, and yet you're sitting here, moping on the couch and drinking wine. Alone.

Stupid Colin. Stupid Colin with his beautiful stupid face, and sculpted abs, and firm chest, and perfectly round ass, with his large hands that could-

Stop it!

You shake your head at your thoughts, topping off your glass of wine. You need to focus, need to get your shit together.

Maybe it's time you find somewhere else to live.

Yeah. That'll fix it.

You immediately pick up your laptop from the coffee table, perching it on top of your lap as you start typing.

Good places in Boston

Yikes. Okay, that's not going to work. You don't have that kind of money..

Cheap places in Boston.

Double yikes. You want to run away from your distractions, not get murdered..

You sigh, looking through some of the places as you take another sip of wine. Your fingers move over the keyboard before you can even stop yourself.

Places to live in Boston when you're trying to run away from your feelings

You chuckle at the fact that a few options actually pop up, immediately clicking through the pictures.

But then you almost spill your glass of wine on your computer when your front door is suddenly pushed open.

"Alright, we need to talk!"

Colin loudly slams the door shut behind him as he walks inside, making you snap your head to the side to look at him.

"Col, what the fuck?!" You exclaim, placing your laptop down on the coffee table, "What the hell? I thought I locked it, how are you in here?"

"No," he stomps inside, sending you a pointed look, "You didn't. Just like you never do. Sometimes I think you have a death wish."

You roll your eyes and pull your feet up on the couch, tilting your head as your eyes narrow, "Thanks for the lesson, I'll remember to lock it next time. Maybe that'll keep the assholes out."

"That's it!" He yells, crossing his arms as he walks up to you and stands in front of the couch, "We need to talk!"

"Oh, you think so? About what?" You retort, mirroring his expression as you cross your arms over your chest.

"Yes, I do!" He exclaims, clearly missing the sarcastic tone of your voice.

"What are you doing here?" You frown, glaring at him, "I'm pretty sure I saw you with a date. Shouldn't you be entertaining her?"

"I sent her home," he huffs, his stance tense. Your eyes momentarily gaze over him, noticing his grey sweatpants and his t-shirt. But then you inwardly sigh when you spot the text written on it; Free Licks.

"Okay," you sass, "And what's that got to do with me?"

"Everything!" He bellows, arms waving about exasperatedly, "It's all your fault!"

"What?" You snort, watching him as he walks closer to you on the couch, "How the fuck is that my fault? I didn't exactly invite you here, you're the one barging in!"

"Because I can't fucking... Ugh! You're so annoying!"

He huffs out a breath before he plops down on the couch dejectedly, practically staring daggers at you, "You ruined everything!"

"Colin," you sigh, shaking your head as you turn your body to face him. He's slumping down on the couch, legs spread wide, his face reminding you of a kicked puppy, "What are you talking about?"

"I can't do it anymore!" He exclaims, gesturing with his hands exasperatedly, "It doesn't work anymore! You broke it!"

"Broke what?" You frown, tilting your head at him.

"Me!" He yells, whipping his head to the side to look at you properly, "You broke me!"

You snort again.

"How exactly did I break you?"

"You were mean to me and now I can't do it anymore. It's your fault!"

"Okay, stop yelling," you sigh, sitting criss cross on the couch, looking at him, "Elaborate, please."

Colin sighs deeply before he turns his body towards you, "You fucking broke me. You were talking about that shit, about you, and settling down, and just-ugh! You fucking ruined it."

"Colin," you shake your head in confusion, "I have no idea what you're talking about. Do you mean that you're upset because we had a fight?"

"No," he replies, his eyes trailing over your living room, "I'm not just upset because we had a fight, it's not that. It's-"

His eyes narrow when they land on your computer and before you can even object, he snags it off the table, "What the fuck is this?! You're looking for an apartment?!"

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as your eyes dart down, not saying a word.

His head whips to the side to look at you, "Are you moving?!"

"No, I was just looking-"

"Why?!"

"Please, stop yelling," you mumble, rubbing your temples with your fingers, "You're going to give me a fucking migraine."

His eyes move back to the computer screen, long slender fingers quickly tapping the touchpad as he looks through the site, "Why are you moving?"

You shrug, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your shorts, "I'm not, I'm just.. Looking. I just wanted to see what else is out there, just to, you know.. Have a look."

"But you love living here," he mumbles, glancing at you before he looks back at the screen, "And these places are.. Wait a fucking second."

You glance up at him at his tone, your breath almost hitching when you're met with the stern look on his face.

"Are you moving in with him?"

You scrunch your face up in confusion, "What?"

"You are!" He exclaims, fingers now clicking furiously on the touchpad as he glares at the computer screen, "You're fucking.. You're moving in with him! I can't believe this.. Why would you do that?!"

You put your hands up to calm him, "Okay, hey, calm down, that's not-"

"Why are you moving in with him?!"

You blink a few times as he looks at you, his eyes searching your face. You take a moment too long to reply, making him speak again, "Do you love him?"

"What? Colin, it's-"

"You fucking love him," he breathes out, eyes widening as he looks back at the computer, "You broke me, and now you're gonna move in with this fucking guy, and you're gonna leave, and-"

"Colin!" You interrupt, making him look at you again, "Calm. Down. I am not moving in with him. I was just looking for fun. Calm your fucking tits, Shea."

"But do you love him?"

Your brows furrow at his question.

Why would he ask that?

Your eyes search his face and it has this strange vulnerability to it, one you haven't seen many times before. It's so rare, because he usually hides who he truly is. The only times you've ever seen it have been when something awful has happened, like when his dad died and you went with him to his funeral for support.

Your words are quieter than before when you ask, "Why do you want to know?"

He takes a deep breath, cerulean eyes holding yours captive as he whispers, "I just.. I want to know.. Do you?"

You wait for a moment, holding his piercing gaze, "No, I don't love him."

He releases a breath, your eyes not missing how he visibly relaxes where he sits. Then his eyes move back to the computer without him saying a word.

"Why are you here, Colin? What's going on?"

"You broke me," he mumbles, not looking at you, "I don't work like I used to, anymore."

"What does that mean?"

"Means I can't fucking get it up," he grumbles, clicking through the pictures on the website, "Can't have sex, it's like you're infiltrating my mind. No matter how hard I try, or who I've brought home in the past five days, I can't fucking do it. Can't even masturbate, how pathetic is that?"

He lets out a dry laugh as he continues looking at the pictures on the website, not even glancing your way.

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, slamming against your ribcage as nerves swirl around your body.

"Why do you think that is?"

"Dunno," he mumbles, "I just keep thinking about you, it's so infuriating. It's never happened to me before, I don't know what the fuck is going on. I think your domesticated stink rubbed off on me, or something.."

You smile, watching the side of his face as he keeps his focus on your computer. "Or maybe it's something else."

"Like what?" He asks dumbly, turning his head to look at you, "You think I'm going impotent?"

You snort, shaking your head, "No, you idiot, you're not going impotent."

"Then what is it? Is this normal? Can you help me? I'm going fucking crazy here."

You nod slowly, eyes holding his, "Yeah, I uh.. I've heard about this before."

"What does it mean?" He asks you urgently, putting the laptop back down on the coffee table so he can face you fully, "How do I fix it?"

"I'm afraid you can't."

"What?! Why not?! I can't live like this!"

You chew on your bottom lip nervously as you hold back a smile at his words, and you don't miss the way his eyes immediately dart down to your lips at the action.

"I don't think it's something that needs fixing, Col. I think it means something else."

"What does it mean?" he mumbles out, eyes staying locked on your lips, "What should I do?"

You lean closer until you can cup his cheek, making his eyes move back up to meet yours, "I think it means you have some feelings that you're trying to ignore."

He scoffs softly, eyes bouncing between your own as he whispers, "But I don't get feelings.."

You chuckle softly, tilting your head, "I'm sorry to tell you this.. But I think you do."

Colin's eyes widen slightly at your words, then dropping to your lips again, "So.. What do I do? How do I get rid of them?"

"Sweetie," you smile, making him meet your eyes again. Your thumb gently rubs his cheek as you whisper, "Why would you want to get rid of them?"

His brows furrow, baby blue eyes scanning yours, "Because they're ruining me. I don't work anymore, I can't-"

He trails off when you lean a little closer, his breath hitching audibly.

"What was that?" You ask, tiling your head, "What were you about to say?"

Colin keeps searing eye contact, his blue eyes slowly being swallowed out by his pupils as he breathes out, "I can't get it up."

You smirk, your eyes darting down to his crotch momentarily, noticing the large bulge straining against his jeans, before you whisper, "You sure about that?"

He looks at you in complete and utter fascination, a dumbfounded expression pulling at his features. Then he mirrors your actions, his hand raising to cup your cheek, "What is this? What's happening?"

You snort, offering him a small smile before you drop your hand from his cheek, "It's nothing, Shea. Doesn't mean anything. But at least now you know your issue isn't physical. It's all in your head."

Colin frowns when you start to pull back, the hand cupping your cheek suddenly sliding back to curl around your neck, "Wait! Wait, stop, don't move.."

He pulls you closer to him, slowly, your lips parting as you look into his eyes intensely. He inches you closer until your breaths are practically mixing, his gaze never faltering.

"Col," you whisper, your heart beating rapidly, "What are you doing?"

He doesn't reply, instead, his eyes bounce between yours nervously before he leans the rest of the way. He moves in, slowly, and then he releases an unsteady breath when his soft lips slot over yours.

Your eyes close on instinct, your body practically melting into him at the delicate touch. He holds you to him, his grip on you never wavering, and it makes you rest your hand on his thigh to steady yourself.

He hums quietly as his lips move over yours, slowly, exploring the feel of them, and you mirror his movement, kissing him back carefully.

You can feel practical fireworks swirling inside you, your mind swimming at how soft his lips feel, how fucking fantastic it feels to dig your teeth into that plump bottom lip of his.

He groans quietly at the action, his other hand lifting to cup your face, tilting your head to kiss you deeper.

But then, when his tongue swipes at the seam of your lips, it snaps you out of it.

You pull back immediately, eyes widening as they meet his, "What-"

"Come back," he whispers, his eyes wild as they meet yours, "Don't pull away, please. Kiss me again."

"Col, I don't know if-"

"Please," he says, his eyes pleading, "It felt so good."

You smile softly, leaning into his touch when his thumb strokes your cheek, "Yeah, it did. But we can't do this, Colin."

"Why not?" He asks, almost needily.

You let out a small sigh, your eyes dropping to your hand on his thigh, "Because I won't just be another notch on your belt. I can't do that, we can't do that. You're my best friend. I don't want to just be a fuck, if we did that it would ruin everything."

"No, you don't know that, maybe-"

"I wouldn't be able to do it," you reply as you look back up at him, "If we crossed that line, I wouldn't be able to go back. I can't do that and still be your friend, still watch you hook up with every girl you meet. It would be too painful."

Colin stays quiet for a moment, those baby blues almost haunting as he holds your gaze. But then his hands drop, releasing you from his hold, and it's like your heart shatters into a million pieces.

"You're right," he mumbles, looking away from you, "You're right, it wouldn't be okay. It would be bad."

You try to hide the hurt inside, forcing on a brave face as you reply, "Yeah, it would be."

"I'm sorry," Colin says, glancing back at you before he gets up from the couch, "I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't even have come here. I should go."

And then, before you can even manage to object, he's stormed out of your apartment, leaving you sitting on your couch, feeling even more lost than before.

When your door opens suddenly at 8 am two days later, it makes your blood run cold.

You almost cower in the kitchen, your eyes glued to the inside of your fridge, body tensing when the front door slams and you hear footsteps getting closer.

Guess it's back to normal, then.

And normal means he hooked up last night.

You take a moment to calm yourself before you mumble out, "Morning."

"Morning!" Colin says cheerfully as he walks closer, dropping something on the kitchen counter behind you.

You pick up the jug of juice in your fridge door, not looking at him as you turn to bring out a glass from the cupboard, "You're chipper this morning."

"Yeah," Colin replies, watching you pour juice into your glass, and you don't miss the happy tone of his voice.

Guess his problem got fixed.

You open another cupboard, reaching to pull out the bag of bagels hiding inside, when Colin's voice stops you, "No need, I got us breakfast."

That makes your brows furrow.

You glance at him over your shoulder, surprised to see he's actually dressed at 8 am, wearing a graphic tee and a pair of jeans, as well as his blue converse.

You tilt your head, smiling in amusement, "What?"

Colin lifts the bag off the counter, jutting his chin toward the couch, "C'mon, let's watch something. I got us fresh bagels. Bring the cream cheese."

You watch in utter confusion as he walks over to the couch and plops down on it, placing the bag of bagels on the coffee table. You remain a little sceptical as you bring out plates, a knife, and the cream cheese from your fridge, before you follow him.

You sit down next to him, frowning in confusion as you move to sit criss-crossed on the couch, leaning against the arm of it.

Colin just smiles as he pulls two bagels out of the bag, even preparing each of them with cream cheese before handing one to you.

You take it hesitantly, eyeing him carefully as he leans back on the couch and takes a bite, picking up your remote to turn on the TV.

As you watch him casually take a bite of his bagel, you finally ask, "Colin, what's going on?"

"Breakfast," he replies with his mouth full, eyes locked on your TV screen.

"Yeah, I got that," you chuckle, looking at him incredulously, "But, why?"

"Wanted to prove it to you," he says after he swallows his bite, finally turning his head to look at you.

"Prove what to me?" You ask curiously, watching the wide grin slowly spreading on his face.

"That it's different," he replies as he looks at you, "That you're different."

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