#smutty one shot

[heytheredelulu]

Little Bookworm 18+

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Content Warnings: unprotected sex (p-in-v), rough sex, dirty talk, size kink, dubcon kink (as long as Bucky can keep a straight face), tummy bulge, language, a good ole coochie slap (once), cum play, a little fluff, some aftercare

Your boyfriend can’t think of anything more adorable than watching you read. One night while you’re in the shower he picks up the book you left on the nightstand: “Haunting Adeline by H.D. Carlton” and thumbs through it, very quickly realizing just what kind of books his sweet little bookworm is really into.

Inspired by my IRL husband’s reaction to my smutty reads.

Note: I don’t own any characters or works referenced in this oneshot and shout out to H.D. Carlton for creating Zade Meadows and giving us the house of mirrors chapter that’s been living rent free in both me and @lilacka’s head for over a year.

Bucky absolutely loved to watch you read.

The subtle way your expressions changed as your eyes would glide across the pages made his heart swell with admiration.

He found himself entranced with your concentration, your eyebrows knitting together in thought, your lips quirking up into a smile and even the soft laughter that would sometimes escape you as you delved deep into the world you held in your hands.

He was always more than happy to accompany you to the bookstore, leaning against the shelves and observing you as you thumbed through new titles, stacking your choices in his strong arms before darting down the next aisle to browse further.

He looked forward to the evenings where he could lay his head comfortably in your lap, his arm draped across your thighs as you worked your fingers lazily through his hair while you read quietly above him.

Tonight he lay in bed with his hands folded behind his head, listening to the gentle sound of the shower from the bathroom as you bathed when his gaze fell on your most recent read on the nightstand. The cover was dark with a skull and roses, something about a ‘Haunting’ and an absurd amount of sticky notes jutted out from the pages. His curiosity overtook him and he sat up, picking it up and turning it over in his hands. He thumbed through it carefully before letting it fall open to one of the tagged pages, his eyes scanning the text and widening slightly at the content.

He flipped to another tab, quickly reading through the passage, his breath quickening as he took in the words.

“If I catch you, I fuck you.”

Jesus Christ.

The bathroom door creaked open and he slowly lifted his gaze up to you.

Your damp body wrapped in a towel with your wet hair against your neck and shoulders did absolutely nothing to combat the heat that was already rising within him at what he’d just read.

Your eyes connect for a beat before you glance down to notice the book in his hand, opened to one of your tagged pages.

It was hard to discern if the flush across your cheeks was remnant of the heat of the shower or from the slight embarrassment of feeling caught by your boyfriend discovering the absolute filth you’d been reading.

He raises a brow at you, lifting the book and tapping on the open passage.

“If I catch you, I fuck you?” He asks, tilting his head curiously. “Really?”

You huff and roll your eyes, stepping forward and reaching to snatch the book from his hands but he’s quicker, snapping it shut and holding it just out of your reach.

“No, no. We’re gonna talk about this, doll.” He says, his lips curling into a smirk. “This is what you’ve been reading?”

You shift from foot to foot.

“Sometimes.” You reply with a weak shrug.

He turns the book over in his hands again and idly runs his palm back and forth against all the flags poking out from between the pages. “And do you.. like this stuff?” He asks, not looking up. “Does it turn you on?”

You swallow hard and nod despite the fact he’s not looking at you.

“Sometimes.” You repeat quietly.

“Huh.”

He purses his lips and nods thoughtfully, standing up and tossing the book onto the bed. “I guess you oughta run then.”

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hair line.

Did he just?

Is he going to?

“W-what?” You stutter out, taking a small step back as he closes in on you.

He tsks and reaches out, brushing your wet hair back off your shoulder with two fingers. “You heard me, baby.”

You open your mouth to reply but the words are lost the moment he seizes the edge of your towel in his large hand.

Your eyes connect for a brief moment before he yanks the towel free of your body and discards it on the ground, leaving you exposed, confused and incredibly aroused.

His hand settles on your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple and sending a rush of desire straight to your core. He dips his head to nuzzle his forehead against your temple, his tongue flicking against your earlobe.

“You should probably run now.” He warns in a whisper, taking a step back to give you space for a head start.

You stare wide eyed in disbelief, your head barely able to wrap around what was happening.

“Five.” He says in a threatening tone, bringing his hand down to palm his growing erection under his sweatpants.

You’re frozen to the spot.

There’s no fucking way he’s about to do this.

“Four.”

Okay, maybe he is.

You take off at a run, reaching the bedroom door and flinging it open with him hot on your tail.

Your bare feet pound against the hardwood floor and you rush down the hall towards the staircase, making it only two steps down before his strong arm catches you around the waist and picks you up effortlessly.

You wiggle against his hold, kicking your feet and thrashing.

“You’re not very fast, you know.” He teases, tightening his grip on you, his cock straining against his sweatpants and pressing into your backside.

He carries you back into the bedroom, his arm locked around you in a vice grip and tosses you onto the bed as if you were weightless. He tugs his sweatpants down and kicks them off, his cock bobbing with every step as he stalks towards you.

He braces his palms on the bed, preparing to climb up and pin you but you scramble backwards off the bed and take off again. He pauses, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Wait, what-?” he straightens up and turns, watching as you sprint across the room and he frowns, realizing you weren’t going to let him catch you that easily.

“Damnit.” He grumbles, launching himself up over the bed.

He chases you with heavy footsteps towards the bathroom and you rush to shut the door but his hand catches it and forces it open, leaving you completely cornered with nowhere else to turn. “Shit.” You breathe out, looking around for a possible way out. He laughs, a cute and genuine laugh that is just so Bucky, completely betraying the role he was attempting to play.

You cross your arms over your bare breasts and frown. “I’m sorry.” He says, shaking his head. “I- just.. why did you run into the bathroom?” He asks, gesturing around the small room with amusement. “I don’t know!” You huff, your lips pressing into a pout. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“No, you definitely weren’t.” He agrees, swinging his foot back to kick the door shut behind him. “Guess you’re trapped, huh?”

You nod, letting your arms fall away from your breasts. “I guess I am.” You breathe out, your body thrumming with a mix of excitement and desire as your eyes trail down his toned body to land on his fully erect cock. He’s on you in an instant, grabbing your wrist and tossing you to the ground.

You fall hard on your hands and knees onto the plush bath mat, barely able to steady yourself on all fours before he’s on your back, arm hooked around your waist and sinking his cock into your wet, throbbing cunt. You arch back into him, fingers digging into the bath mat and a choked gasp catches in your throat as he pulls you flush to his pelvis, burying himself to the hilt. He snakes his free hand up your abdomen towards your chest, a trail of goosebumps following in his wake, dipping his forehead down to rest against the back of your shoulder. He palms your breast roughly, rolling your peaked nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Bucky..” You whisper, your head falling back.

His forearm tightens around your waist and he releases your nipple with a gentle tug, sliding his hand up to curl around your throat. You moan and wiggle your hips, desperate for him to move, but he holds you still, lifting you up with him as he leans back on his heels.

“I’ll never get tired of this.” He whispers, unhooking his arm from your waist and resting his large hand over the slight bulge in your abdomen. “That’s my cock.” He murmurs, squeezing your throat gently before grasping your jaw and tilting your chin down to look at how he’s stretching you. You whimper and he moves your hand to press down on the bulge of his cock in your belly. “And this is my pussy.” He growls, delivering a slap to your aching clit before he draws his hips back and begins to thrust himself up into you at a steady pace.

A string of soft curses falls from your lips and your head drops back against the crook of his neck, your hand leaving your abdomen and reaching backwards to fist in his hair. “I didn’t realize you were such a freak, baby.” He whispers, his hand tightening around your throat. “I shoulda thumbed through one of your little books sooner.”

His free hand kneads at the flesh of your thigh and he groans, his balls slapping against your ass as he fucks up into you. “I- I-“ You stutter, unable to think straight as your head grows dizzy with pleasure. “Oh no, am I fuckin’ my baby stupid?” He asks with a grin, bringing two fingers to tease at your bottom lip. You open on instinct and he slips them into your mouth, letting out a shaky breath as you suck and swirl your tongue around the digits.

“Fuck.” He hisses, pressing his slick fingers to your clit. You gasp, your fingers curling around his wrist as he strokes your sensitive bud, pulling you closer towards your impending orgasm.

“You gonna come, little bird?” He whispers, trying to reference your book and quickening his fingers against your clit. “It’s ‘little mouse’.” You correct, your lips quirking up into a smirk at his admirable attempt. “Whatever.” He hisses, pinching your clit between his fingers and sending a jolt of white-hot pleasure through your body. You choke out a strangled cry as you come, your legs trembling and back arching against him as your cunt clenches around his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He grunts, shoving you forward to the floor and falling to his knees. You scramble forward, his cock slipping from your dripping hole as you try to steady yourself in the dizzying wake of your orgasm.

“Oh no, no you don’t.” He growls, grabbing your ankle and dragging you back towards him. You lose your balance and fall flat, your breasts smashed against the cold tile as he presses his weight down on you, running his cock back and forth along your folds before thrusting back into you. “T-too much!” You whine, squirming underneath him.

“Tell me to stop.” He grunts, knowing damn well you never would. He hooks his forearm under your waist again and angles your hips upward, taking you deeper than you even thought possible.

Choked sobs of euphoria escape your throat as your cheek rests against the floor, dragging back and forth across the tile from the force at which he’s fucking into you. Your limp body shakes uncontrollably as your pussy spasms and waves of ecstacy crash over you faster than you can count them. Your orgasms explode through you like a string of firecrackers as you curse and mumble incoherently.

He pulls out abruptly, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your back, moving to straddle your chest while he frantically fucks his fist. He comes with a shout, gasping as he paints your face with ropes of hot, sticky cum. “Fuck.” He pants, looking down at you in admiration as he brushes his thumb along your cheek, gathering up his seed.

He pinches your flushed, sticky cheeks together with his free hand. “Open.” He says softly, slipping his thumb into your mouth when you do. You suckle his thumb, greedily cleaning it with a swirl of your tongue, looking up at him through half lidded eyes. He sighs contentedly before moving off you and rising to stand, reaching into the shower to turn on the water.

“And I had just showered.” You mumble as you take the hand he offers you and pull yourself up on wobbly knees. “Don’t you dare bitch about the water bill when it comes.” You tease.

He chuckles softly and pulls you into him, holding you against his chest with one strong arm while the other reaches out to test the temperature of the water. “I won’t.” He says, stepping in first and gently helping you in after him. He wraps his arms lovingly around you and rests his chin atop your head as the warm water cascades over you both.

“Let’s clean you up, doll. It’s late and we have plans in the morning.” He says quietly, his eyes slipping closed as his hand runs idly up and down your back. You lean back and look up at him with your brows furrowed in confusion. “We don’t have plans tomorrow.”

His eyes flutter open and he grins. “The hell we don’t.” He replies, reaching for the shampoo bottle and squeezing the contents into the palm of his hand. You open your mouth to protest when he doesn’t answer your question but he simply twirls a finger, gesturing for you to turn around.

You sigh, turning your back to him and he begins to lather the shampoo in your hair, gently massaging your scalp with his fingers. “So what’re these plans?” You ask quietly after a long moment of silently enjoying his hands tenderly working through your locks. He leans forward, his broad, wet chest pressing against your back and brings his mouth to hover beside your ear.

His breath sends a shiver down your spine as he lets out a low, breathy laugh and whispers, “I’m taking you to buy more books.”

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: Your work trip ended early but you haven't told anyone but your one friend, who subtly plans a last minute get together as a way for you to surprise your boyfriend, Jake who can't stand being away from you any longer.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, hair pulling, choking, biting, oral (f rec), scratching, unprotected rough but sensual sex, general filth

Word count: 3.4k | not edited & not a request

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"My flight lands at five.." you speak into the phone, "Then it's an hour to your house from the airport, so I would say have them come over by six thirty? Seven maybe?"

"It feels like months since I've seen you." Kat laughs, "I know Jake is itching to get his hands on you."

"You haven't told him that I'm coming home have you?" You sit up slightly.

"No, I haven't told anyone. I promise." She assures you and you sigh, "Okay. Good. I want to make a dramatic entrance."

"I know, that's why I haven't. You know damn well if Jake knew you were coming home early, he'd be at the airport right now waiting for you."

You smile, nodding to yourself, "Oh I know he would. He thinks I'm in a meeting right now. I feel bad lying to him but.." you shrug and Kat laughs, "I'm sure he'll understand when you walk through my door later on tonight."

"I'm thinking we play it off as I'm the pizza person, you can say you're ordering pizza.. you call me instead and have Jake answer the door?" You bite your lip, thinking about seeing him for the first time in almost three weeks.

"That's perfect. Oh.. Sam is coming. Gotta go. Love you!" Kat says and you smile, "See you soon. Love you."

You take a deep breath, seeing a message from Jake that you can't answer because you want to keep the jig up, hurts. You want nothing more than to tell him, but you know it'll be a better surprise if you hold on to being the pizza delivery person.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You had twenty minutes until you were at Kat's house, and you were getting anxious because you were so excited.

You kept picturing seeing Jake. His smile when he first sees you. His arms wrapping around you tight. You were also, at this point, getting antsy.

You had to repeatedly fight the urge to tell the Uber driver to step on it. Go faster. Do anything to get you there before your actual arrival time.

You glance down at your phone, seeing a message from Kat, Everyone is finally here. I already told them I ordered the pizza.. How much longer??

You glance up at the gps screen, looking back down at your phone to type, Ten minutes. I'm actually kind of shaking, Kat. Is Jake in a good mood? I haven't answered him in a while.

You tap the side of your phone, waiting for her reply to pop up, He keeps saying it's not the same without you. I keep telling him that you'll be home in a few days and we can party it up when you get home.

You laugh quietly, thank you for doing this. I'm sure it's not easy keeping a secret like this. You're a real one.

You rest your phone down, bouncing your leg as you watch the arrival time go down minute by minute.

"Can we park a little bit down the street? I'm surprising people and I don't want them seeing a car pulling up outside the house." You explain to the driver and he's all for it, "Of course! I love a good surprise reunion."

He stops down the street and you get out, taking your suitcase with you, "Thank you so, so much!"

"Have a good night!" He smile with a nod and drives off. You pull out your phone, texting Kat, I just got dropped off down the street. I can see your house now.

As you walk up to the house, the windows are open so you can hear the chatter of everyone inside. You bring your hand up, pressing the little white button to ring the door bell.

"Jake, go get the pizza." Kat demands, "Please."

"Why do I have to go get it?" Jake argues and you can't help but smile. Kat raises her voice, "Just go get the damn pizza, Jake!"

He huffs, "I don't know why I have to be the one to go get the fu-" the door opens and he stops talking.

He stands there in shock as you smile and laugh, "Hi, baby."

He lunges to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close as he lifts you off the ground, "No fucking way." He leans his head back, eyes scanning over your face as he smiles, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I finished work early and there was no meeting today. I was catching flights." You wrap your arms around his neck tighter, "I wanted to surprise you."

"Well you succeeded because boy am I shocked." He laughs, burrowing his face into your neck.

"I've never seen Jake act like that with a pizza delivery guy." You hear someone say and Johnnie speaks up, "I have."

You laugh and Jake sets you down, "I'm.." he laughs and shakes his head as he cups your cheeks, "wow."

You smile and pull him in for a kiss, "I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you more than anything. You have no idea." He kisses all over your face and you laugh. He slings his arm around your shoulder, "Come on."

He walks you in the house and everyone shouts different things of surprise.

"Oh my god!"

"Y/n!"

"No fucking way!"

"Welcome home!"

You smile, "Hey guys." You looking Kat and she runs over to you, "My turn." She hugs you and you hug her, "Hello to you, too."

You laugh and rub her back and Jake sighs, "Okay. Okay. Last time I checked, she was my girlfriend."

Kat leans back, looking at him, "I knew her first, Jake. But fine.. I have to go call in the pizza anyway."

Jake scoffs and groans, "Kat! You said you already did that."

"Would you rather have had pizza or y/n?" Kat raises a brow and Jake snaps and points to you, "Y/n of course." Kat smirks, "That's what I thought."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You're sitting on Jake's lap, twirling a piece of his hair as you stare at him, "Two weeks was enough." He nods, tilting his head into your hand, "i wish you would have told me. I would have came and got you."

You smile, "I know.. but I wanted to have a moment, you know?"

He chuckles, "Yeah, no. I get it." He turns his head, kissing your palm, "Can't wait to get you home, though." He raises his eyebrows and moves you off of his lap.

You scoff, "Hey. Hey!"

He looks back at you with a smile as he walks over to get a drink. You keep your eyes on him until Kat comes over, stealing his spot, "Okay, so I have to know.. what was Milan like?"

"Oh my god. It was absolutely beautiful. You would have died." You take your phone out, clicking on your pictures to show her.

Each picture is followed by a quiet, "Oh my gosh."

You smirk, "We're going back. I need to take you."

She lays a hand over her heart, "Oh y/n. I love you." You smile, "if I could have brought you with I would have. But I love you, too!"

Your phone vibrates and you internally groan as you hope it's not work. You look at it and do a double take as you see it's a text from Jake, Been absolutely craving you since the night you left.

You look up, searching for him. Your eyes widen when you see him leaning against the counter, phone in hand staring at you.

Another text comes through, Let my tongue explain how bad I crave you, baby.

You swallow, and tilt your head as you look up at Jake. You feel a hand on your arm, "What is going on? Are you and Jake having another moment?"

You look over at Kat, "Uh, yeah." You clear your throat and cross your leg, "You could say that." You smirk slightly and she shakes her head, "Girl, just go home with him already! You two deserve it."

"You won't be mad?" You pout slightly and she laughs, "Get out of here already."

You stand up, walking over to Jake who looks at you with an innocent smile, "Hello my lovely girlfriend."

"Don't start pretending that you didn't just-"

"Just what? Hmm?" He sticks his tongue out, quickly wetting his lips and your eyes flick from them to his eyes, "Just take me home so your tongue can explain what you texted me."

He raises his brows, "Well, if you insist." He winks and sets his cup down, shoving his phone in his back pocket, "M'lady." He holds his arm out and you laugh, "you're so weird."

"But you love me." He glances at you and you nod, "I sure do." You walk into where everything is and you wave, "Bye guys."

"Leaving already?" Sam asks as he looks up at you and Jake. You nod, "Yeah, I've flew on three different planes today. Jet lag, you know."

Johnnie laughs, "Nah, they're going home to bone!"

Jake does finger guns to him and nods, "You are so right, my boy." You pat Jake's chest and scoff while trying not to laugh, "Jake. Oh my god."

"Have fuuuun!" Kat yells, "And be safe!"

"Safe? What's the fun in that?" Jake jokes and you pull him with you to the door, "Let's go. Before you embarrass me some more." Jake laughs and grabs your suitcase before walking out with you.

"Come on, y/n. You know I had to have a little fun before we dipped." Jake smirks at you as he slides your suite case into the backseat. You roll your eyes, "I know. But I just want to get home."

You go to open the car door but Jake's hand slides under yours, "I know you probably haven't had anyone open your car doors the last two weeks, but you're home now. So that mean.." he opens your door, "I do." 

You giggle as you get in, staring up at him with a smile on your face. 

You were glad to be home. 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

The drive home was simple. You filled him in on the stuff he didn't know, which wasn't much considering you talked to him every chance you could. His hand holding yours like he isn't going to let go again, thumb dragging gently over your skin. 

You soaked up the sweet moment, because you knew as soon as you got back to your shared apartment, there wasn't going to be anything sweet about it. 

Jake missed you and he was going to show you just how much he did. 

"Alright. Home sweet home." Jake smirks as he puts the car in park, "Ready?" 

You look over at him, "I've been ready since I knew I was coming home today." He smirks, nodding, "Yeah. I can imagine." He bites his lower lip, "Come on, then." He gets out and you wait patiently for him to walk around and open your door. 

"What a good girl." He jokes, but that just made you want him more. You get out, hands immediately going to the sides of his neck as you push your body against his.

His hands lay on your waist and he spins to pin you up against the car. He kisses down your neck and you tilt your head back, moaning quietly as he bites down onto your skin.

You tilt your head back up, laying your hands flat on his chest, “Let’s go inside.” You breathe out, “It’ll be better.”

“Yeah it will.” He grabs your hand, pushing the door shut as he walks you up the steps to your door. He quickly unlocks it, pushing it open before pulling you infront of him.

His hands lay on your hips as he guides you backwards into the dark house. You reach over, flipping the switch as he closes the door.

“C’mere.” He bends down slightly, grabbing the back of your thighs and catching you as you jump. Your legs wrap around his waist and your hands go back to the sides of his neck.

Your lips meet his, moving in a quick, yet beautiful sync. Your back meets the couch as he lays you down.

His hands move to untie your sweats and he was thanking you mentally for wearing something easy for him to get into it.

“You’re going to taste so good.” He mumbles as he kisses back your jaw line, “Been thinking about you so much lately.”

“I’m home now.” You smile, gasping as he sucks a well deserved mark into the skin of your neck. Your hand moves up to lay on the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair as he works his way down.

His hands move up to push your shirt up, fingers gently dragging up and down your torso, “Sit on my face.”

You bit your lip, looking up at him as he leans back, “Please.”

You nod, “okay.” You go to get up but he stops you, making you lay back down so he can remove your sweats and panties, “Let me get these off for you.”

He smirks as he pulls down your sweats, discarding them to the floor before sliding his hands up your legs, “And these.” He glances up at you then back down as he reveals your soaked pussy.

His lip pulls between his teeth and he lets out a sigh through his nose, “Yeah.” He smirks up at you, “I can’t wait any longer.”

He pulls you up by your hands, taking your place on the couch, “Come on, baby.” He wiggles his fingers, indicating he wants you to straddle his head.

You move up next to him, grabbing the back of the couch as you swing your leg over. He licks his lips, eyes on the prize as his hands slide up to grip your hips.

You lower yourself down, instantly moaning as you feel his tongue slip into you.

The sucking and slurping of your pussy sends you into a frenzy. You felt like it was forever since Jake was between your legs, usually it’s every other night or so.

Your nails dig into the couch as your other one tangles into his dark hair, “F-fuck.. fuck..” you fight to not squeeze your thighs shut, “Yes.. y-yes..”

Your head falls back, eye squeezing shut as he brings you to your first needed orgasm.

His tongue doesn’t stop. His nose bumps your clit at the right angle, sending more of a pleasured sensation through your body.

Your legs are shaking, your hips buck as he pulls you down onto him more, “J-Jake.. baby..” you moan loudly, panting as he brings you through your high.

He lifts your hips, looking up at you with a smile, “You like that?”

You look down at him with a smirk, “Yeah.. maybe a little.” You bite your lip as you go to get off, but he pulls you back down, “Gotta make you like it a lot.”

His tongue is back to work and you moan, tugging his hair as you grind your hips down onto his face, “Shit.. shit..”

He slides his hand over, rubbing circles onto your clit as his tongue laps on your folds.

You quickly take off your shirt, revealing your bare chest. His eyes widen at the sight and he slides his other hand up to toy with one of your nipples.

Your brain goes fuzzy, moaning as you knead your other boob with your own hand, “Fuuuck.” You moan, whispering at the pinching of your nipple, “Gonna cum..”

The pressure on your clit hardens at your words and your hand goes back to gripping the back of the couch, moaning and whimpering as he brings you to another orgasm.

Your legs shake around his head and you gasp, “Jake.. Jake..” you lean back slightly and he pulls away, “How was that?”

“That was fucking fantastic.” You smile as you look down at him, chest rising and falling rapidly, “Now fuck me like that.”

He raises his eyebrows and nods, “Say no more.”

You move off of him, taking your original spot back. You watch as he strips down, eyes grazing over the tattoos you love so much.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much.” You lay your hands on his shoulders as he moves his body to hover over yours.

His one arm hooks under your thigh and pushes it back, “I’ve missed you more, babe.” You stare up at him as the tip of his cock rubs against your slick opening.

Your lips part as he slips in. Your moans being cut up by his lips closing the space. His thrusts are slow at first, soaking up the feeling of you finally being home.

Your arm wraps around his neck as your back arches, pressing your chest to his, “You make me feel so good.” You whisper in between kisses, “So.. fucking.. good baby.”

He smirks, groaning as he nods, “You always feel so good to me.” He pushes his hips in, bottoming out so you can feel every inch of him, “I want you to know how much I missed you.”

You gasp as he pushes hard, grinding his hips slowly against yours. You lick your lips, moving your hips to try and get more, “I know you missed me.”

He rests his forehead against yours as he pulls out, thrusting back in, and repeating his actions a few times before picking up the pace.

He slides his free hand up your side, resting his elbow by your head. His other hand grips the inside of your thigh that his arm is wrapped around.

“Cum for me.” His words are deep sounding as he brushes hair from your face, “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

His lips kiss up and down your neck, over your collar bone to the other side, “You’re gonna make me cum.”

You tilt your head back, moaning as he thrusts into you, “A-lmost there..” you whimper, “Fuck.”

His hand slides into your hair, tilting your head back so he can kiss under your jaw. You squeeze his cock, moaning as you move your hips to meet his, “yesyesyes!”

Your back arches as you cum. Jake wraps his lips around your nipple, gently biting down and sucking as your eyes roll back.

Your legs wrap right around his waist as he fucks you through the high, causing you to become a whimpering, moaning mess under him.

“That’s my girl.” He whispers into your ear as you settle down, “So fucking good.” He tilts your head up so he can meet his lips with yours.

Your hands slide into his hair, holding him to you as he swallows your moans, “Cum in me.” He nods, “Yeah?”

You nod, “Yes..” you feel his thrusts get sloppy, “Please baby..”

He buries his face into your neck as he moans lowly, “Fucking hell.” You drag your nails up his back, digging them into his shoulders to leave little crescent marks in his skin.

He groans as you repeat the process, moaning along with him as you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

He relaxes his body on top of yours and lets out a sigh, “That was the best welcome home I’ve ever gotten and I wasn’t even the one who came home.”

He laughs as he leans up, reaching over to grab his shirt to clean you up with. You smile and nod, “I should go away more often.”

He instantly glares at you, “No.”

“No? What do you mean no?” You laugh as you sit up and he leans in, “You cant leave me again. I was like a lost puppy without you.”

You smirk, “But you had Johnnie.”

“I can’t have sex with Johnnie.” Jake tries not to laugh but inevitably fails and you shrug, “I mean…”

“Don’t even, y/n.” Jake laughs and leans in, pecking your lips quickly, “I’ve missed you being mean to me.” You scoff, “That wasn’t mean.”

He fake pouts, “Well my feelings are.. hurt.”

“Awe. Do I need to make it up to you?” You fake pout back and lean in, “I’m sorry.” Jake runs a hand over your head, “You know what.. I think you do..”

“Can it be in the shower?” You raise your brows, bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, “it can be anywhere you want it to be.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

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I Want To Kill Her

Au where Y/N and Harry are neighbors who find out their spouses are cheating with each other.

Based off Fortnight by Taylor Swift

Part 2

CW: Smut, cursing, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink.

Word Count: 6,773

Growing up in America was a constant uphill battle for me. Every day, my family's lower middle class status weighed heavily on our shoulders, dragging us down and suffocating any sense of hope. Despite my parents' relentless efforts, we were always one step away from financial ruin. At school, I was painfully reminded of my economic disadvantage as I trudged through the halls in threadbare clothes and drove up in a battered car that served as a target for cruel jokes and vicious teasing from my more privileged peers. But amidst the constant struggle, I found refuge in my studies. The world of academia offered a fleeting escape from the harsh realities of my daily life, where I poured all my energy into excelling and proving my worth to a society that seemed determined to keep me down.

Life in our small town was like a broken record, repeating the same monotonous routine day after day. That is, until Teddy waltzed into our midst like a breath of fresh air. His tall frame stood out amongst the sea of ordinary faces, and his crisp British accent was music to our ears. The local coffee shop suddenly became a buzz of excitement as he charmed everyone with his wit and sophistication. And when he extended an invitation for me to join him in London, it was like a fairytale come to life. Leaving my predictable life behind and starting anew in the bustling city seemed intimidating, but I couldn't resist the allure of adventure and passion that awaited me with Teddy by my side.

My hand shook as I clutched the small, worn suitcase. Tears welled up in my eyes as I said goodbye to my family and familiar life. But deep down, a sense of determination propelled me forward. I took a deep breath and stepped onto the plane bound for London. As the engines roared and the wheels lifted off the ground, a knot formed in my stomach and my heart raced with a mix of emotions - fear of the unknown, excitement for new adventures, and anticipation for what lay ahead.

I pressed my forehead against the cool, double-paned window and watched as familiar buildings and streets grew smaller and smaller. A sense of relief washed over me, lifting the weight of my past struggles and hardships with every mile we flew away from them. Little did I know, the journey ahead would be filled with new challenges and lessons that would shape me into the person I was always meant to become.

As we soared higher into the sky, thick clouds began to spread like a blanket over the vast expanse of blue. The world below disappeared from view, hidden by layers of white. But as we descended towards London, small patches of land began to peek through - rolling hills covered in lush green fields and charming villages nestled along winding rivers. My heart fluttered with excitement and curiosity at this glimpse of a foreign land.

The wheels touched down on the runway, jolting me out of my daydreams. I took a deep breath as we taxied towards the terminal, ready to embark on this new chapter of my life in a place that felt both unfamiliar and full of endless possibilities.

The bright lights of London beckoned me, a stark contrast to the small town I left behind. Teddy, my generous host, had spared no expense to make me feel at home in his lavish house. Each morning, I woke up to stunning views of the city skyline through floor-to-ceiling windows. The enticing scent of freshly baked pastries and rich coffee filled my nostrils, reminding me that this was a life of luxury that I never could have imagined.

But what truly amazed me was the fact that I no longer had to work. Teddy's successful business ventures meant that money was no longer a worry for me. This newfound wealth allowed me to indulge in all the things I could only dream about before. My wardrobe was now filled with designer clothes, fancy dinners were a regular occurrence, and luxurious vacations were just a plane ride away.

However, amidst all this extravagance and joy, there was always a twinge of guilt in the back of my mind. Growing up, every penny counted and financial struggles were a constant source of stress for my family. Now, with my newfound wealth, I couldn't help but feel guilty for having so much while others back home still struggled to make ends

I fiercely pushed all doubts and apprehensions aside, determined to fully surrender myself to my newfound life. And by all appearances, I succeeded. Teddy whisked me away on dazzling tours of the city, revealing hidden gems and indulging in the finest cuisine known only to elites. He also opened the door to his elite circle of friends – powerful individuals who radiated confidence and wealth wherever they went.

At first, I felt like a mere observer among them. While they boasted about their latest investments and business ventures, I could only offer anecdotes about my humble beginnings in a small town. But as weeks turned into months, they welcomed me into their exclusive inner circle. They even included us on extravagant trips abroad where we mingled with A-list celebrities and attended VIP events.

I couldn't believe how rapidly my life had transformed since meeting Teddy. Where once I was ridiculed for not fitting in with the wealthy crowd, now I lived among them, basking in their luxurious lifestyle.

But amidst all the glitz and glamour, a persistent voice gnawed at the back of my mind. It started one afternoon while Teddy was tending to the front yard. On the surface, it seemed like an ordinary chore for a homeowner, but something about it felt insidious and unsettling.

Despite the hired help we had to maintain our lavish property, Teddy insisted on taking care of menial tasks himself. At first, I thought it was just his need to be hands-on, but as the days turned into weeks, I couldn't ignore the way his eyes lingered on the woman next door. Every time she stepped outside in her form-fitting gardening attire, he would drop whatever he was doing and watch her with an unbridled hunger. Her movements were like a sensual dance, each step oozing with an irresistible seduction that captivated him. She seemed to know exactly how to entice him, bending over suggestively in her garden while his eyes greedily took in every curve of her body. But when her husband's luxury car pulled into their driveway, she would become a picture of innocence once again. It was a tantalizing game of desire and secrecy, leaving me wondering what they truly did behind closed doors.

Rosie, the woman of the house, was a force to be reckoned with, her love and dedication to her garden rivaling that of a mother's fierce protection for her child. Harry, her husband and successful entrepreneur, exuded a confident aura as he walked through their flourishing gardens, the beauty brand he created known by all as Pleasing. Despite our similar ages, their maturity and put-together appearance made me feel inadequate in comparison. Our own home seemed dull and lifeless in comparison to theirs, always offering an unobstructed view of Rosie's constant tending to her bountiful gardens, a sight that also caught my husband's wandering eyes. But it was impossible to deny the allure of their well-manicured gardens, bursting with vibrant hues and intoxicating scents that enveloped us in a hypnotic trance. 

Each passing week brought a new wave of torment as I watched Teddy's eyes dart towards Rosie's garden, his gaze lingering on her while she tended to her roses. My stomach twisted with jealousy as he made excuses to be outside, his every move calculated to catch her attention.

I couldn't bear the thought of him longing for someone else, and my heart shattered into pieces with each stolen glance towards her. Desperate for answers, I confronted him about their relationship, but he dismissed my fears with a cold indifference and insisted they were just innocent neighbors. But deep down, I knew there was something more between them, and it consumed me with a fiery rage that threatened to consume us all.

As I relaxed in the comfort of my home, the noise from outside suddenly jolted me out of my reverie. My eyes snapped to the window overlooking the busy street below, and there I saw Harry's sleek black Mercedes screeching into their driveway, its engine roaring wildly. Rosie appeared in the doorway, her movements frantic as she planted a forced kiss on his cheek before ushering him inside with an urgency that made my heart race. The door slammed shut behind them, and a foreboding sense of dread settled in my gut as I realized that something was seriously wrong between them. Whatever was happening, they were clearly trying to hide it from prying eyes.

My heart raced with a mix of excitement and dread as I made my way downstairs, my curiosity burning like a wildfire. The front door slammed behind me, the sun setting in a fiery blaze behind my back. My feet carried me across the short distance between our homes, anticipation building with each step. As I approached their front step, muffled voices drifted through the open window above me, a sinister soundtrack to my racing thoughts. I could make out Harry's tense tone and Rosie's pleading replies, but not the words themselves. Their hushed argument went on for what seemed like an eternity before falling silent, leaving me standing frozen in shock. My mind raced as I tried to piece together what was happening. Had my suspicions been correct after all? Were Rosie and Teddy entangled in a secret affair that Harry had finally uncovered? The weight of the truth hit me like a sledgehammer, filling me with a mix of anger, betrayal, and fear for what would

My thoughts were racing as I tried to decide what to do next, but before I could make a move, the front door swung open with a loud bang. My heart jolted in my chest as Harry stormed out, his face contorted with either seething anger or burning embarrassment - it was hard to tell which was more intense. He didn't even spare me a glance as he brushed past, heading straight for his car.

Just then, Rosie appeared in the doorway, her eyes widening in shock when she saw me standing there. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was a wild mess, betraying some sort of frantic activity behind closed doors. "Oh...I-I didn't realize you were home," she stammered, her voice trembling with unease. She attempted a smile, but it fell short and I could see the fear in her eyes.

Before I could ask what was going on, Teddy burst out of our house and called out my name. He sprinted towards us from across the street, his brows furrowed with concern as he took in the sight of Rosie and I standing together. The tense atmosphere was thick between us all, and I knew something serious was about to go down.

"What's going on?" he demanded, his voice laced with concern as he eyed us both suspiciously.

I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. "I honestly don't know," I admitted, feeling like a pawn in their complicated game. "Do you?"

Teddy and Rosie exchanged a tense look that spoke volumes about their troubled relationship. I could sense the weight of their secrets and lies pressing down on me, suffocating me with their toxic grip. Without another word, I turned and fled back inside, trying to escape the tangled web of deceit and betrayal they had woven around me. My once glamorous new life now felt tainted with suspicion and heartache.

I slam the door shut behind me, my hands trembling with rage and disbelief. My worst fears have been confirmed - Teddy and Rosie were having an affair all along, right under my naive nose. A surge of hot tears fills my eyes as I collapse onto the couch, my heart hammering in my chest. How could he do this to me? After all we've built together, all the love and trust we shared. 

My mind races back through the past few months, dissecting every encounter between them that I had brushed off as innocent. His lingering looks at her, her secret smiles directed only at him, their hushed conversations that would abruptly end whenever I appeared. The pieces finally fit together, a puzzle of betrayal and deceit that I was too blind to see. How long has it been going on? Was it when he started staying late at work for that promotion? Or when our once effortless conversations turned into strained silence over dinner? My world is shattered, and I can't help but wonder if it was ever truly as perfect as I believed it to be.

My body curls in on itself, a protective barrier against the pain that radiates through me. My mind is stuck on replay, the tense exchange between them echoing endlessly in my head. Rosie's desperate pleas, Harry's explosive anger - it all points to betrayal. 

The tears fall hot and heavy down my cheeks as I realize I can no longer ignore the truth. My heart aches with every beat, but I know I have to confront Teddy. Pretending everything is okay between us is no longer an option. 

As I stand up and make my way to the front window, I catch a glimpse of Teddy crossing back over to our house, his defeated posture screaming guilt. The anger and hurt fueling my determination, I take a deep breath and brace myself for the inevitable confrontation. 

When Teddy steps into our living room, the air crackles with tension like static electricity before a storm. The unspoken truths between us hang heavily, suffocatingly thick like a dense fog. 

"Why don't you just admit it, Teddy?" My voice trembles with a mix of rage and despair.

He responds with words sharp as shattered glass, "Admit what? That you're so blinded by your own insecurity that you'd accuse me without any proof?" His betrayal cuts deep, adding more pieces to the already broken shards of my heart.

My hands balled into fists at my sides, knuckles turning white as I struggled to contain the raging storm inside me. "Don't you dare try to twist this around on me! I saw you, Teddy. I saw the way your eyes linger on her, like she's the only thing that matters."

Teddy's jaw clenched and his calm façade cracked, giving way to a simmering anger. "You're being paranoid. Rosie is just a friend, nothing more."

I took a step closer, my voice dripping with venom. "Oh please, spare me your excuses. I've seen how you look at her when you think I'm not looking."

Fury burned bright in his eyes, his voice rising in a challenge. "How dare you accuse me of cheating? I would never do that to you!"

Tears threatened to spill over as I shook my head in disbelief, my heart shattering into a million pieces. "It's not just about today, Teddy. It's been building up for months. The way you ignore me and shower her with attention... It's like I'm invisible to you now."

He scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping him. "Oh please, stop playing the victim here. You knew what you were getting into when we moved here.You want me to make you feel like you exist? Do you want me to fuck you? What do you want? You’re so needy you put your issues onto other women."

My nails dug into my palms as I fought to keep my composure in the face of his callous words. "I thought I was getting into a life with someone who loved and respected me. Not someone who sneaks around behind my back to screw the neighbor."

The tension in the room reached its breaking point as Teddy's mask slipped completely, revealing the raw emotions seething beneath the surface. "Maybe if you were more exciting, more adventurous, I wouldn't have to look elsewhere for some excitement in my life!"

His words struck me like a physical blow, leaving me reeling in disbelief and pain. The truth hung heavy in the air between us, an invisible barrier that seemed impossible to breach.

"I can't do this anymore," I whispered hoarsely, the finality of those words echoing like a gunshot in the silent room.

Teddy's expression softened for a fleeting moment before hardening once again with resolve. "Fine then! Maybe this is for the best. Actually, yeah it is. Bitch." he spat out, his voice laced with bitterness.

And with those parting words echoing in my ears like a curse, I turned away from him and headed towards the door, leaving behind our shattered dreams and broken promises in a trail of fractured memories.

The low hum of the engine filled the air as Harry sat in his sleek, black car, parked precisely outside of his modern fortress. I approached cautiously, trying to mask my trembling steps on the pavement. With a gentle tap on the window, I could feel his intense gaze burning through me from within the tinted glass. His phone slipped from his hand as he rolled down the window, revealing a sharp jawline and piercing eyes that seemed to glow with an otherworldly intensity. A commanding voice cut through the silence, "Get in." Without hesitation, I made my way around to the passenger side and sank into the plush leather seat next to him, feeling a mix of fear and excitement coursing through my veins.

As we drove away from the chaotic scene behind us, the tension in the car was suffocating. Every muscle in Harry's body seemed to be coiled with a fierce determination, his knuckles turning white as they gripped the steering wheel. I stole a quick glance at him, noticing how his usually calm demeanor was replaced by a dangerous edge, like a predator ready to strike at any moment.

A heavy silence hung in the air of the car, suffocating me as I struggled to catch my breath. Harry's voice pierced through the tension like a sharp blade, cutting deep into my racing thoughts. "Are you okay?" he asked, his expression etched with genuine concern.

I tried to speak, but my throat felt constricted and choked. Finally, I managed to whisper, "I don't know." My mind was reeling from the events that had unfolded only moments ago.

Harry's eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, his words heavy with understanding. "Life has a way of throwing unexpected challenges at us," he mused, his tone grave and contemplative. "But it's how we handle them that defines who we are."

I turned to look at him, grateful for his steady presence amid the chaos raging inside me. "Thank you," I said earnestly. "For being here for me."

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Harry's lips, but there was a glint of steel in his gaze. "You don't have to thank me," he replied firmly. "I'm here because I care about you and because your husband is sleeping with my wife." His reassurance was met with a sense of relief and gratitude amidst the turmoil that threatened to consume me.

The stillness between us was palpable, a fragile thread holding back a storm of emotions. The road stretched out before us, winding through fields and forests, as if it were leading us towards a new beginning.

My heart felt heavy with the weight of our shared past, but in this moment, with Harry by my side, I could feel a glimmer of hope for the future. Together, we drove into the unknown, leaving behind the pain and hurt that had consumed us.

But as we reached our destination - a rundown motel in the middle of nowhere - the tension returned. Harry's exhaustion and frustration were etched on his face as he turned to me.

"I know neither of us want to go home right now," he said, his voice laced with bitterness. "For fuck's sake, they're probably sexing each other up as we speak.." A surge of anger and betrayal rose within me at his words. "Let's just stay here for the night, maybe two. We can regroup and come up with a plan." His proposal hung in the air like a dark cloud, reminding us both of the uncertain future that lay ahead. But one thing was certain - we wouldn't have to face it alone.

My voice caught in my throat, unable to form words as I simply nodded, a tight knot of fear and anger coiling in my stomach. My body trembled with the intensity of the situation. We both knew that any misstep could cause everything to spiral out of control. The motel seemed like a fitting backdrop for our strained emotions, its dilapidated exterior reflecting the state of our relationship. The neon lights flickering ominously, casting a sickly glow over the peeling paint and broken windows. But even this rundown place offered some respite from the suffocating chaos and turmoil surrounding us.

Panicked and unprepared for the situation I found myself in, I regretted not packing a change of clothes as my heart raced and my mind spun with fear. The events that had just unfolded left me gasping for air, struggling to stay afloat in a sea of chaos. As we rushed into the rundown motel, I couldn't help but scan our surroundings, searching for any sign of danger. The flickering lights and musty smell only added to the ominous atmosphere. Harry snatched the key from the grimy front desk man and led us down a dimly lit hallway to our room. My anxiety spiked when they informed us that the only available room featured a single king-sized bed. My nerves were on edge at the thought of sharing such an intimate space with Harry, his intimidating presence looming over me like a dark cloud.

As we stepped into the dimly lit motel room, the tension between Harry and me was palpable, hanging heavy in the air like a thick fog. I could feel his eyes on me, assessing, judging.

"I'll take the floor," Harry offered gruffly, breaking the silence that had settled between us like a heavy blanket.

I shook my head, unable to accept his sacrifice. "No, we can share the bed. It's fine," I replied softly, trying to ease some of the strain that weighed on us both.

Harry hesitated for a moment before nodding curtly. "Alright then."

The room felt suffocatingly small as we settled in, the walls seeming to press in on us from all sides. The shadows danced ominously in the dim light, casting eerie shapes across the worn carpet.

"I never thought we'd end up here," I mused quietly, breaking the somber stillness that enveloped us.

Harry's voice was gruff as he responded, "Life has a funny way of throwing curveballs at you when you least expect it."

A bitter chuckle escaped my lips. "Seems like we're both striking out lately."

We sat in silence for a while, the weight of our complicated situation hanging heavily over us. The sound of distant traffic seeping through the thin walls served as a reminder of the world outside our little bubble of chaos.

Finally, Harry spoke again, his voice softer this time. "I'm sorry you're going through this. You deserve better."

I turned to look at him, meeting his gaze for the first time since we had arrived. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that caught me off guard.

"Thank you," I whispered, feeling a flicker of warmth amidst the cold despair that had settled in my heart. We sat side by side on the edge of the bed, two broken souls seeking solace in each other's company. 

We sat in silence for a while longer, the weight of our circumstances still heavy on our shoulders but somehow more bearable with each other's presence. The flickering lights outside cast fleeting shadows across the room, adding a sense of fleeting impermanence to our shared moment of respite.

"I'm glad you're here," Harry spoke up suddenly, his voice genuine and heartfelt.

Tears welled up in my eyes at his words, grateful for the unexpected bond that had formed between us in the midst of turmoil. "Me too," I whispered, feeling a sense of hope blooming in my heart despite the challenges ahead.

And so we sat together in the dimly lit motel room, two souls seeking solace in each other's company amidst the chaos that threatened to tear us apart.

My phone began to buzz incessantly in my hand, Teddy's name flashing on the screen. I couldn't bear to see his name or hear his voice, so I forcefully shut off my phone and flung it across the room with a violent toss. As it clattered against the wall, Harry's quiet voice pierced through the air.

"She called me too," he seethed, his fists clenched at his side. "In this moment, I could kill her."

I nodded in agreement, my blood boiling with rage. "Teddy had the audacity to accuse me of being jealous and then suggest that if he just fucked me, my jealousy would disappear," I spat out, feeling both hurt and incensed by his words.

Harry's voice dripped with desire as he turned towards me, his gaze burning into my skin. "Would it?" His words were a challenge, daring me to answer. I could feel the heat radiating off his body as he leaned in closer.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "Would what?"

A smirk played at the corners of his lips as he spoke the words that sent a shiver down my spine. "If he fucked you, would you still be so jealous?"

My heart raced at the vulgar question and I let out a nervous laugh. Shaking my head, I replied, "No, Harry. Nothing could change how I feel."

He let out a deep sigh, frustration evident in his voice. "The timing of this is fucking terrible. I've always thought you were stunning, wondered what you saw in a guy like him. And I know I could give it to you so much better."

Our eyes locked in a heated moment and I couldn't deny the sparks that flew between us. But as tempting as his offer was, I knew I couldn't betray my feelings for another man.

I glanced up at him through my lashes and saw the raw intensity in his gaze. It was clear that he wanted me. But we both knew it could never be more than a forbidden fantasy.

“What if we had our own affair, you know, to get back at them.” He said with a smirk.

My heart pounded in my chest like a wild animal in a cage at his words. An affair? The thought sent waves of scandalous delight and sinful anticipation coursing through my veins.

"An affair, Harry?" I repeated tentatively, my voice barely above a whisper. His dark eyes were locked onto mine, the intensity of his gaze making my breath hitch in my throat. The charged silence that hung between us was as intoxicating as the raw desire smoldering in his gaze.

Leaning closer, Harry's lips brushed against my earlobe as he whispered huskily, "Yes, an affair, just like what they did. Us, sneaking around, feeling each others bodies." His hot breath fanned over me, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.

The room seemed to shrink around us as Harry moved impossibly closer, his hand finding its way to my knee. I watched as his fingers traced patterns along my thigh, desire flooding me with each small movement.

Harry's thumb traced a line up towards the apex of my thighs, igniting sparks wherever it made contact with my flesh through the thin material of my skirt. My body instinctively rose to meet him and I let out a soft gasp.

"You want this," he murmured heatedly against my neck before nipping lightly at the sensitive skin there. A delicious shiver ran down my spine and my core clenched at his actions. 

"I...I..." I stuttered, struggling for words as heat pooled low in my belly. He chuckled darkly at my loss for words before returning his attention back to where his hand had slowly began creeping upwards again. His warm touch was like an electric shock, leaving behind a trail of molten desire.

Without another word, Harry pushed up my skirt and slipped his hand into my panties. His fingers brushed lightly against me and I sucked in a sharp breath, feeling a jolt of pleasure shoot straight to my core. He grinned wickedly at me and slowly began to stroke me, his skilled fingers setting my senses ablaze.

"Harry," I moaned out, clutching at his arm as he expertly worked me into a bundle of nerves. His low chuckle did nothing to ease the escalating tension.

His finger easily slipped inside me, making me whimper at the sudden intrusion. Harry pumped his digits inside me slowly at first, but quickly sped up when I let out a needy gasp. The pleasure was overwhelming and soon enough, I clenched around him, a shuddering orgasm ripping through me.

I fell back onto the bed, panting heavily as aftershocks still tingled throughout my body. Harry wiped his glistening fingers on my skirt before smoothly pulling it back down. He then lay next to me on the bed, his smirk evident in the dim light.

"That's just a taste," he said with a wicked glint in his eyes. 

"I can't wait to claim you as mine," Harry whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. My heart raced as he trailed kisses along my jaw and down my neck, stopping to suckle a tender spot just below my earlobe. His hands moved sensually over my body, teasingly tracing patterns on my skin before gripping me tighter.

Desperate for more of his touch, I moaned and arched into him. He took that as an invitation and gripped the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head roughly. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath when he saw me bare-chested for the first time. I blushed at his appreciation but internally preened at his reaction.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he growled lowly before capturing one of my nipples between his lips and sucking hard. My back bowed off the bed as I let out a keening whimper, my fingers tangling in his hair. He had a way of making me feel wanted and desired like no one ever had before.

He moved lower, kissing and licking his way down my stomach until he reached the hem of my skirt. With a swift movement, he yanked it up over my hips, baring me completely to him. His eyes darkened even more when they met mine again, full of lust and possession.

"Spread your legs for me," he commanded softly yet authoritatively. I hesitated for only a moment before complying with his request, feeling incredibly exposed but also powerfully aroused by the thought of pleasing him in any way possible.

Harry took advantage of this vulnerability by thrusting two fingers deep inside me without any warning or preparation. I gasped at the intrusion but didn't stop him from exploring deeper within me. Instead, I clenched around his fingers instinctively while moaning out his name in ecstasy. He chuckled softly against my inner thigh before reaching between our bodies to stroke himself in time with his rhythmic fingering of me.

"You're so tight," he groaned approvingly. 

As Harry thrust his fingers deeper into me, I couldn't help but moan louder. His fingers curled inside me, searching for my sweet spot while his other hand gripped my hip firmly. My body shuddered with pleasure as we moved together in this intense rhythm.

"You feel so good," I whispered between breaths. "Please don't stop."

He chuckled darkly before biting down softly on the lobe of my ear, sending a jolt of excitement through me. His hips picked up speed, grinding against me as he groaned in approval.

"That's it, baby girl," he growled. "Take what you want."

His words ignited something deep within me, making me even more hungry for his touch. I didn't hesitate to wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer still. Our skin slapped together in sync with each swift thrust and retreat as we moved together like two bodies meant to be one.

"Oh fuck, you're driving me wild," he whispered into my ear before grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling my head back sharply. The sudden sting shot straight to my core, intensifying every sensation tenfold. He released my hair just as quickly and crashed his lips onto mine in a demanding kiss that left me panting for air.

We moved from the couch to bed floor where he pushed me down onto all fours before kneeling behind me. One hand gripped the base of my spine while the other caressed its way up my inner thigh towards my core again. He teased me mercilessly with his fingers as he trailed hot kisses down my spine and back up again, sending shivers of anticipation through my entire body.

"I know I'll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before," he muttered darkly into my ear just before slamming himself deep inside me from behind in one powerful stroke that made me cry out loudly at both surprise and pleasure. In response, he gripped both sides of my face roughly yet tenderly and claimed my mouth once more in a fiery kiss that went on forever or at least it felt like it did until our bodies became entwined.

I could feel his cock hardening in his pants and I needed it no matter how wrong it was.

He gripped my hair tightly and pulled my head back, exposing my neck. His hot breath sent shivers down my spine as he whispered, "You're mine to fuck however I want." Wanting more than anything to feel his cock deep inside me, I moaned in agreement.

Pushing me against the bed, he roughly lifted one of my legs and wrapped it around his waist. With his free hand, he pushed his hard and heavy cock into me. I cried out at the intense pleasure shooting through my body as he began to thrust slowly yet powerfully in and out of me.

"Say you want it," he growled against my ear. "Tell me how much you need it."

"Please," I whimpered. "Fuck me hard."

His answering groan sent a wave of heat coursing through my veins as he slammed into me with all his might, claiming my mind and body as his own. The force of each thrust sent jolts of electricity through every nerve ending i body, leaving me breathless and begging for more.

As he continued to pound into me, I couldn't help but moan his name. His thick cock stretched and filled me, hitting my sweet spot with each powerful thrust. I felt my walls start to quake, ready to explode with pleasure as he took control of our encounter.

"That's it," he growled, nipping at my earlobe. "Just let go."

I clung to him tighter, my nails digging into his skin as I surrendered to the intensity of our lovemaking. Every muscle in my body was on edge, waiting for the release that felt so close yet so far away.

He changed positions again, lifting me up and pushing me against the wall. His other hand gripped my hair tightly as he claimed my mouth roughly in a deep, passionate kiss. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he began to thrust even harder into me. It felt so dirty yet so good to be taken like this.

"You are mine," he whispered harshly between breaths. "Only mine. I bet your husband would be fucking dumbfounded when he sees you filled up with my babies."

His words sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but nod in agreement as he took control completely. This was exactly what I needed - someone strong who would make me feel wanted and taken care of. 

As we moved together in sync, lost in the heat of passion and desire, I whispered back to him between gasps for air, "Please...don't stop."

He replied by grabbing hold of my ass cheeks and squeezing them tightly as he thrust deeper into me. His rough skin rubbed against mine, sending tingling sensations all over my body. With every push and pull, our hips collided, echoing throughout the room.

I could feel him growing harder inside me, straining against the thin fabric separating us. The anticipation was killing me - I needed him to release that cock and fill me up completely. As if reading my mind, he pulled away from me suddenly and spun me around so that I was facing the wall again.

"Not yet," he growled into my ear before reaching down and teasing my entrance with his thumbs. He pushed one finger inside me slowly, then another, stretching me open until three fingers were buried deep inside me. I arched my back involuntarily as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my veins at his tender ministrations on my most sensitive spot.

“Where is your damn phone?” Harry demanded, his voice dripping with urgency. I struggled to lift my head off the bed and weakly pointed to the device lying on the floor. Without hesitation, he leapt from the bed and strode over to it.

A sinister grin spread across his face as he unlocked the phone and shoved his thumb into my mouth, ordering me to suck on it. With a twisted sense of satisfaction, he flipped the phone and snapped a selfie, making sure to capture the tattoos inked on his arm for identification. His next move was ruthless as he pulled up my text messages and sent the photo to Teddy, effectively sending a clear message of dominance over me.

"I'll make sure that bastard knows what he's missing out on," Harry growls, his eyes filled with possessive rage. "You're too good for him, love. A fucking goddess like you deserves to be worshipped and adored, not tossed aside like a used toy." I feel a mix of anger and satisfaction as I realize that I don't need Teddy anymore, not after the wild and passionate night I just had with Harry. He makes me feel alive in a way no one else ever has.

Harry threw the phone back onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. I could see the fire in his gaze, the intensity of his desire for me. He reached out and ran a hand through my hair, gently tugging on it as he leaned in to kiss me. His lips were soft, but his touch was firm, demanding. I responded eagerly, meeting his kiss with equal passion.

As we kissed, Harry's hands began to wander, exploring my body with a familiarity that set my skin on fire. He traced the curve of my waist, the arch of my back, the dip of my hips. I could feel myself growing wetter with every touch, every kiss. I needed him inside me again, needed to feel him filling me up, possessing me completely.

But Harry had other plans. He broke our kiss and looked deep into my eyes, his expression serious. "Not yet," he whispered, echoing his earlier words. "I want to savor every moment with you."

He lowered his head and began to kiss a trail down my neck, across my collarbone, down to my breasts. He teased my nipples with his tongue, biting down gently on the sensitive flesh. I gasped, arching my back as waves of pleasure washed over me.

Slowly, carefully, Harry began to enter me once again. He moved slowly at first, savoring every inch of me. But as he felt me grow wetter, more responsive, he picked up the pace. He thrust deeper, harder, his hips slapping against mine. I could feel myself losing control, could feel the familiar tightening in my belly as I approached my climax.

"Turn over, want to see that beautiful ass of yours as I fill you up," he growled, his voice thick with desire.

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Silent treatment

You all seem to love the smut sooo I decided why not get ✨extra✨ smutty and give you something else(; MINORS DNI

Synopsis: Harry’s a billionaire. He’s been working 24/7 not giving you any attention like you often experience with him… one day he comes home and expects you to be all lovey dovey only to learn that you’re ignoring him… one way or another he’ll have to get your attention and earn it.

Trigger warnings: dominant harry, slight aggression, oral fem receiving, fingering, spanking, p in v, C word, edging, denial, orgasm control, degrading, kinda mean! Harry just general smutty things

©️Please do not copy or translate my work

“I’m home” his voice was loud and clear as it echoed around the silent home, usually there would be music playing or the tv on but there was nothing… only silence… “baby?” He questioned looking around “sweetheart where are you?” He checked the living room, kitchen, bathroom before headed upstairs checking all of upstairs before finding you in your and his shared bedroom “there you are my love,” he spoke with a smile gazing at you. You laid on the bed wearing a silk robe that barely covered your nude body— he stared at you, watching you read the story, him watching as your fingertips began turning the pages little by little and soon he was noticing that you were blatantly ignoring him. His brows furrowed slightly “earth to y/n?” He wore a black button up shirt that was unbuttoned at the top and black trousers to match it, his hands soon resting on his hips “alright what’s going on?” He questioned watching as your eyes eventually moved to look at him, only earning an eye roll from you before you looked back at your book.

He slowly walked closer to you before stopping just beside the bed staring down at you “you know I can get you to talk… and when I make you talk… force you to talk to me I won’t stop.” His words were menacing, underlined with a certain dangerous tone but you still continued to ignore him. He was never aggressive with you, even in bed he was rarely aggressive or even vicious but that all changed rather suddenly. He perched on the edge of the bed as he stared at you, before slowly tracing his fingertip from your exposed thigh and up to the inner seam of the nightgown that barely covered you, before with his free hand he snatched the book from you making your lips part your brows furrowing as you grew slightly annoyed before trying to snatch the book back with a few huffs and grunts only for him to toss the book onto the floor, his hand then effortlessly grabbing onto both your wrists and pinning your wrists down above your head a small gasp coming from your mouth and he stared down at you with a small smirk

“Now will you tell me what’s earned me the treatment of being ignored?” He questioned raising his brows watching as you just stared at him silently yet some excitement lingered in your eyes showing you liked where this was going, but at the same time you had no clue what he was going to do to you. You felt his free hand trace shapes into your inner thigh a shaky breath coming from you as he kept his eyes on you, before his finger trailed to your aching heat that was gradually growing wetter and wetter just from the thoughts spiralling round your head. He slowly dipped his fingertip in between your pussy lips using his index finger and thumb to slowly part them as he gazed down at you watching as you wriggled slightly a small whine coming from your lips “oh… that’s what makes you weak?” He mused with a evident smirk before he hummed still keeping a hold of your wrists not allowing you to move as he soon thrusted his long slender finger into your tight cunt, the gruelling and punishing pace of his finger thrusting in and out of you constantly at such a perfect angle making his finger touch against your G-spot over and over again, watching your reactions— all of them— the way you threw your head back and panted struggling to stay quiet as moans and whines came from you.

Soon he slipped in a second finger as he curled both fingers deep within your tight heat, your hips jolting weakly as eventually you couldn’t help but cry out his name his thumb drawing slow circles against your clit forcing your hips to buck over and over, the pleasure forcing the sounds and cries from you as you moaned his name. “There we go… not so quiet after all hm? Told you, you couldn’t stay quiet. I know how to make you tick.” His lips curled upwards in a small grin as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. The pace of his fingers and the delicate curl of his fingers that drove you utterly insane had your walls clenching down around his fingers over and over again, and upon hearing your moans and whines grow louder and the way your walls massaged his fingers and twitched against them he didn’t stop- no- he continued going

“You want to cum, hm?” He cooed to you watching as you nodded “oh yeah? Yeah I’m sure you do darling… do you think you deserve to cum?” He continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you keeping up the quick pace watching as you nodded pathetically before he without much warning pulled his fingers from your drenched hole. “Well, I beg to differ sweetheart. Only good girls get to cum.” He spoke simply as you whined and whimpered, your thighs trembling ever so slightly.

“If you talk to me I’ll let you cum.” He spoke teasingly and you whimpered “why, were you giving me the silent treatment, hm?” He asked softly but he had a pretty good idea. “Is it because you’re a fucking slut in need of a good fucking?” His words made you whimper and you nodded your head over and over again “oh is that so you naughty girl” he chuckled softly “please- please need to cum.. need to feel good… please Harry… please..” he tutted slightly as he stared at you before he slowly let go of your hands but your wrists remained weakly laid against the pillow, before he slowly leaned in closer to you “no.” He spoke softly as he shook his head, denying you of it before he stood up from the bed analysing you- studying all of you before he smirked slightly

“Roll over. Onto your tummy.” He demanded, watching as you just remained still and he stared at you unimpressed “three, two–“ and finally you obeyed rolling onto your tummy. He then knelt down onto the bed his large hands slowly stroking over your ass cheeks slowly and gently “you want my attention…. Is that your issue? Needy for my attention and love?” He spoke watching you nod and he hummed “use your words.” He demanded. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” You cried out and he smiled “right…” he trailed off hands continuing to stroke against your ass cheeks gently, the silence deafening as he remained silent for a few moments before finally bringing his hand down against your ass cheek smacking your ass hard, the harshness of it leaving a very visible red handprint as you whimpered Harry doing the exact same thing again in the same exact place making you moan “oh my pretty girl likes being spanked does she? Oh of course you do. Such a dirty pathetic slut.”

You moaned heavily as he continued to slap your ass multiple times, before he aimed his hits from where your asscheek met your thigh- slapping against the little crease watching as you jumped, only for a moan and cry to leave your lips, Harry chuckling softly “oh such a good girl hm?” His light spanks continued raining down against your skin until your ass was almost bright red. He smoothed his hands against the marks against your ass and smiled listening to you whimper as he soothed the stinging skin, but that didn’t last long as without much warning he pulled you so your hips were dangling off of the edge of the bed, and he easily flipped you around so you were now looking at him “harry please I need to cum. Please.. I can’t take it anymore..” you moaned out desperately.

“Y/n… I want you to beg me… beg me and maybe I’ll let you cum this time.” He spoke and you nodded fervently “don’t stop begging.” He spoke simply before his lips and tongue attached to your clit, beginning to suck the bud in between his lips suckling against it as he flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves watching as your hips twitched desperately a cry leaving your lips as you panted “please! Please! I want to cum! Please! I’ll be a good girl for you! Please!” You began begging over and over again, mindlessly, not thinking straight as the pleasure overwhelmed your head your breathing heavy as you squeezed your eyes shut your walls clenching around nothing as he continued to lather his tongue all over your hungry pussy. As his tongue continued teasing against your clit, he lifted his head stopping the pleasure making you cry out “shhh…. Y/n reach down. Fuck yourself with your fingers.” Harry demanded and as if a puppeteer was controlling your hand you dipped your hand down to your aching pussy. He watched as your fingers began thrusting deep within your cunt over and over again your hips jerking as your moans grew louder, he just watched as you toyed with yourself, his hand drawing circles into your clit as you continued moaning desperately. You were a mess for him and Harry loved it… he loved how messy you were for him and as your moans grew louder and he watched your pussy clenched around your fingers he quickly grabbed your wrist forcing it to halt, stopping your movement

“How badly do you need to cum?” He spoke teasingly, and you whimpered “so bad please… please… I’ll let you do anything… please!” Harry’s cock twitched in his pants and he clenched his jaw slightly before humming “good response.” He then pulled your hand from your pussy and instead replaced it with his own, his long fingers pumping in and out of you at a merciless pace as his tongue and lips began toying with your clit as screams of euphoria began leaving your lips, your sensitive clit even more sensitive from him toying with it his movement remaining fast as your body reacted to each feeling “c’mon.. c’mon… cum on my fingers… c’mon… cum right fucking now” he demanded watching you come undone right beneath him, your jaw slackening as you tilted your head back your breathing heavy as a sharp moan left your lips your hips bucking into his mouth as he fucked you through your orgasm a slight bead of sweat on your forehead as you panted your eyes rolled back into the back of your head your breathing fast as you tried to calm yourself down.

Harry’s fingers eventually halted but he didn’t pull them out only curling them slowly into you over and over again constantly playing with you “you want my cock?” He asked you knowing how fuzzy your hearing was, but still you nodded desperately and he chuckled “oh my pathetic sweet darling…” he hummed out “so needy for my cock. Want me to fucking overstimulate you hm? Until you’re screaming… until you’re messy? Yeah? Oh I’ll do that just for you.” He hummed out the lewd words only turning you on further, hearing the sound of material hitting the floor before feeling his hard cock press just between your thighs, the tip of his cock teasing against your pussy lips before he began edging himself in, letting out a low groan as he began slowly fucking into you, little by little until his hips were pressed against yours, rocking lightly against you as you moaned in pleasure his moans and groans soft as he lowered his head down taking your nipple between his lips as he swirled his tongue around it, nipping at it gently as your hips bucked into his. He was ravenous for you.

Soon he had kissed you deeply just as he picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of you at a merciless pace your lips parted against his as you groaned into his mouth, crying out in pleasure, Harry taking that as his chance as he slipped his tongue into your mouth— the both of you making out as he fucked you long and hard. Eventually he pulled back from the kiss, leaving a gentle but long line of saliva trailing from both your lips before it snapped and faded away as he leaned his head back, his thrusts grew harder and faster the sound of skin hitting against skin and lewd sounds echoing around the room being the only thing heard before eventually his hips jolted as you both orgasmed, his thrusts being slightly sloppy as he moaned before he kissed you again deeply keeping his lips pressed against yours as he breathed heavily, before finally pulling back “fuck… such a good girl… fucking hell… knows how to make me feel good hm…” he began trailing kisses against your neck, remaining inside of you as he just laid against your naked body, both of you nude and sweaty as he gripped onto you, his kissing soothing and loving his breathing slowly calming down before he let out a soft hum “I love you so much… but don’t ever ignore me again…” he chuckled out softly “or do… I quite liked this.” He spoke with a small smirk and you smiled lazily, leaning up to kiss his lips “I love you too…”

You both stayed in that position for a while, Harry allowing your tight pussy to massage his cock in the best ways. He could’ve stayed with you like this forever… in fact he intended to. When he fucked you like this he knew you weren’t just made for him but your body was made for him too.. maybe he was far too possessive but you were all his and he wouldn’t ever get bored of fucking you ruthlessly over and over.

[charmandabear]

11. Astarion x Reader 👀

We're not going to worry about how long it'll take me to answer these. We're not going to talk about it. Listen, I'm trying so hard to not make these into whole things, I just want to treat them like writing exercises, but I physically can't not finish smut once it's started.

From @astarionfreak's smut ask game ~ other entries

11. "I touched myself last night thinking about you." "I know."

Tags/Warnings: reader isn't gendered but has a vulva, blood/blood drinking, p in v sex, somewhat rough sex (reader gets a little feral in this one)

You're not subtle about it at all.

Every time he catches you staring, you quickly turn your head. At one point you even just shift your eyes, trying to pretend you're looking at something behind him. But there's no way he isn't at least a little suspicious.

Since the night you let Astarion bite you, the tension between the two of you has been palpable. Something about having him pressed down on top of you, his lips on your neck and his hand cradling your neck in a way that was disproportionately gentle set something on fire inside you. You really thought that you could just get over your little crush if you got it out of your system. Sate the need and you could go back to just being friends... Or whatever you are with him.

But it had the opposite effect. Now, his very presence turns you on. The wind catches his scent and you instinctively press your thighs together. He grins after making some sassy remark to Gale, and the glint of his fangs in the light makes your mouth go dry. You even need to suppress a moan when he gets a particularly impressive kill. You really hope no one heard that one.

So now, sitting around the campfire with the rest of your companions, you're just trying desperately to appear normal. You laugh absentmindedly at whatever joke Karlach just made while in your mind, Astarion's railing you up against a tree. It's only when you realize that Wyll has been trying to ask you a question for the past 90 seconds that you know you're too far gone to be in polite company.

"Sorry, I'm just a little out of it, long day," you make the excuse lamely. "I'm going to turn in a little early, I've got a bit of a headache."

"Do you want something for it?" Shadowheart asks with a frown. "I've got some herbal remedies that might help."

"I'm fine, I think I just need some rest." You force a smile onto your face. "'Night, all." You walk back to your tent stiffly, speeding up to cover the last few meters quickly. Your breath wracks through your body and your blood pounds in your ears. You've never - never - gotten this worked up over another person, never mind a man. Honestly, he's not even really your usual type, you'd normally be much more likely to pursue someone like Shadowheart. But she so clearly has a thing for Karlach, and that's not something you'd want to get in the way of.

But this pale, devastatingly handsome vampire elf has your desire in a chokehold.

You light a lantern inside your tent and take out your journal to sketch. You try to conjure some of the imagery you saw today to keep your brain off Astarion. Scratch and the owlbear cub playing. The terrifying harpies that almost lured one of the tiefling children. Astarion's blade dripping with harpy blood while his bright red eyes sparkle with mischief and the thrill of he kill.

Fucking hells.

You eventually put your journal away and lay down on your bedroll, staring at the ceiling of your tent while the others continue to chat and laugh outside. You listen to their conversation die down, their goodnights, and finally the distant sound of crickets and other nighttime fauna. Your eyes start to grow heavy, or at the very least bored of looking at the support rods in your tent.

You only realize that you've drifted to sleep when you're startled awake by a soft tapping on the canvas flap that separates you from the rest of camp.

"Y-yes?" Your voice is shakier than you'd like, although it's not like a vicious creature would politely knock on your makeshift door. The flap lifts up to reveal the literal last person you'd like to see right now.

"Hello, darling," Astarion grins in that irresistible way that he does. "I wanted to check in on our fearless leader. You've seemed dreadfully jumpy all day."

"Oh! Um." You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks. "I'm.. fine. Thank you, Astarion." You nod your head in a gesture of dismissal, but he doesn't move.

"Are you sure? You're positively flushed." His smile suggests he knows more than he's letting on. You chew on your lower lip to distract you from the growing ache between your legs.

"I'm perfectly fine, Astarion, thank you. Good night." You reach to close the tent flap but he holds onto it. Your fingers brush against his and it's like a jolt of lightning passes between your hands.

"I'm not buying it," he hums, dropping his voice. He pushes his way into your tent and you scramble backwards. The last thing you need is for him to touch you - you might not be able to control yourself if he does. "Now tell me, what's had you so hot and bothered all day?"

"N-nothing," you stammer, wishing you could just disappear on the spot. He raises an eyebrow and you backpedal. "Well, fine, I think something Gale cooked isn't sitting quite right with me. I was... embarrassed." The lie rings hollow even to you.

"Come now, love, we both know you're a terrible liar." He crawls towards you on his knees, a predator stalking his prey. Your breath catches in your throat. "Do you have something you need to confess?"

You're trapped. You've run out of room in the tent to back away, and Astarion has all but crawled on top of you. His scent is intoxicating and his eyes gleam in the low light. The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them.

"I touched myself last night thinking about you."

"I know." The grin that curls across his face is fiendish. Your heart threatens to beat out of your chest.

"You know?" Then you gasp suddenly. "The tadpole..."

Astarion lets out a bark of a laugh, loud enough that you're worried it might wake your other companions. "Darling, I didn't need a tadpole to figure that one out. Like I said, you're a terrible liar." He nudges his knee closer to the apex of your legs and you can feel your arousal making your underclothes wet. "What I want to know is, how did you picture me? My head between your legs? Did I have you on all fours in the forest? Or..." His lips ghost against yours now and your head feels dizzy with lust. "Or perhaps I had you pinned down in this very tent, taking my time as I had my way with you?"

Your instincts take over and you close the minimal distance between you, pulling him down on top of you as you ravage his lips. You claw at his clothing, no longer interested in maintaining decorum. He tears at the laces of your breeches, pulling them down below your hips and exposing your dripping cunt to the open air. A cry rips through your throat as he licks a thick stripe up your slit, and his chuckle rumbles deep in his chest. He pulls up on his knees and grins down at you, open and wanton, as he slips out of his pants.

"So very eager," he hums as he frees his cock, engorged and already dripping. A shudder runs through you as you see it, and you yank on his shirt and pull him down to meet you. You kiss him roughly, catching his lower lip in your teeth as you hook your leg around his waist.

"Shut the fuck up and fuck me, Astarion," you hiss through gritted teeth, and you groan loudly when he easily sinks in up to his base.

"Someone wants the whole of camp to hear," he growls in your ear as he begins to slowly thrust into you.

"Then you better make it quick so we don't wake them," you snarl in response, all pretenses having vanished. You tangle your fingers into his hair and press his face to your neck. You feel his lips stretch into a smile just before he sinks his fangs into you, the icy shard of pain melting into the heat of his mouth warming with your blood.

You jut your hips up into him, desperately chasing your release as he drinks his fill. He fucks into you, hard and messy, and before long you're feeling the pressure building in your core.

"Gods, Astarion, don't stop," you gasp hungrily in his ear, and he increases his pace to a punishing rhythm. You're starting to grow faint from blood loss just as your orgasm comes crashing down on you. Your walls clench and shudder around his length and he tears his mouth away from your neck, his expression wild and bloody. A few more broken ruts and you can feel him spilling inside you, the feeling his pulsing cock prolonging your own climax.

The two of you eventually still, covered in a sheen of sweat and panting heavily. Your ears strain to hear if there has been any disturbance in camp to indicate that your other companions heard anything. Outside your tent remains, thankfully, silent.

"Well then," Astarion exhales quickly as he slides out of you. "Darling, if it's going to be like that, then you just need to invite me next time."

[the-weeb-of-the-uchiha]

"Once more, I had to put in extra hours. Most likely, Y/N is dozing off. I should enter silently." He pondered in his head.

Nanami strolled down the apartment building's hall, checking his watch. While searching for the correct door key, he gets closer to the door. Loud music caught his attention. The fact that it was your own playlist was the only thing that caught his attention.

Nanami believed it was considerate of you to know he didn't enjoy your music and thought it was strange.

"She normally sleeps around this time."

Entering the apartment, he placed his bag and coat on the hook at the entrance. The sound of the shower was audible to him. Taking off his tie by loosening his shirt. He walked into the kitchen to be welcomed by a note on the counter.

" Darling I also walked in the house late. The food is in the fridge. I might not be sleeping." Love, wifey

As he read the sick note, a slight smile curled across his face. He couldn't help but smile at your handwriting. It made him happy. He slowly walked towards your bedroom but stopped as soon as he saw the bathroom door wide open. You had just closed the shower curtain and didn't notice him. You just kept singing. But he could not deny that what little he saw of your body had not aroused him.

"Damn it," he thought to himself.

Then he remembered something he promised you when the both of you first rented the apartment. He decided to undress right there and suddenly got in the shower.

"AH-" You almost let out a full scream before I covered your mouth.

"Wifey, calm down; it's just me," he said while uncovering your mouth.

"I was genuinely scared, Nanami!" You hit his chest multiple times before he stopped your hand.

"I'm sorry. I'll say something next time." He started to wrap his hand around your waist.

It was so small in his embrace. He could not restrain himself any longer. He trailed light-hearted kisses down your collarbone. He could tell you were genuinely upset. You would have normally given in to his flirting as soon as it started. This time, you just turned around to continue bathing.

"Wifey, don't be upset. You made me react on impulse." He turned your body to face him.

He pulled you in for a passionate kiss and pushed your body against the shower wall to pick you up.

"Nanami, wait, we might fall!". He liked to see you worried. "Don't worry about it, Princess.

He knew what that word meant to you. It made her act like a teenager who had just fallen in love. He preferred to call you wifey and only used Princes in case he was in a tight situation and had no other options. He could see it on your face; your cheeks were turning red.

"Princess, you have to let me do this."

"I know what you're doing, Nanami!""

"You are not fooling anybody yourself. You're already wet."

"It's from…"

"Don't blame it on the water."

He could not help but chuckle at the excuses. You could see he was getting rather impatient.

"Na-Nanami I can feel the tip."

"I thought I was being sneaky." Just as he said, He shoved the rest in one go. Your voice filled the bathroom with moans and screams.

"Does it feel good princess? I know I have been neglecting that sweet puss- ahh"

He had turned you on. The way his voice caressed your ears. You felt pain but the pleasure was sure to overcome it soon. That was always the way with your husband. The way his cock rubbed against your gummy walls was the best feeling. The only thing that was sitting on your mind other than feeling of his cock inside you was the fact that he was not moving.

"Nanami why aren't you moving ."

"Do you want me to then princess"

"..."

"If you want something you must learn to ask for it princess maybe even beg"

You knew exactly what he wanted from you. You kinda didn't want to but you were quick to give in. If that is what he wanted. You put on a cute face and batted you lashes.

"Please get me pregnant honey"

He wasted no time thrusting his swollen cock in and out of you. Tears started to fill your eyes as his paced quickened. Your moans mixed in with him grunting echoed through out the bathroom traveling further. His glasses slowly falling off of his face. You take them off one hand holding onto his neck. You were so close but your back continues to hit the shower wall.

"H-Honey can we ta- ah"

Your husband stops his pace to letting you breathe. It took you a few minuets to catch your breath. You could feel your self tightening around him.

"What is t-groans "

"sorry "

"what's the matter princess"

"Can we go to the bed my backs hurting"

"Sure we can princess"

He leaves a kiss on your lips before taking you out of the bathroom into the bedroom.

a/n : This was hard as fuck. I went weak at the end. I'm sorry 🙏

[sh4wty18]

for you, it's worth it.

pairing: jake webber x reader

summary: you are dating one of jake's friends, ryan (a fictional person i made up for the sake of this fic), but jake is the one you really want.

cw: angst, fluff, SMUT18+, language, cheating, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, and overall general filth

!!warning!! i do NOT condone the questionable actions in this fic! this is all FAKE and for fun only!! do not cheat on your partners or have unprotected sex please!

word count: 4.3k + edited (super long one lol)

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You met Jake and your current boyfriend Ryan six months ago at a party. You had just gotten out of a relationship with your ex-girlfriend of three years, and all you wanted to do was get super fucked up and dance, so you did what any person grieving woman would do, and went to a club with your best friends.

It was that night when you had met Jake and Ryan. Jake was super chill and introduced himself, but he mostly kept to himself. Ryan on the other hand, was the exact opposite, he was all over you. He was tall and had shaggy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a full sleeve of patchwork tattoos on his right arm. You thought he was super hot at the time, and decided to dance with him. 

You fucked him that night. It was the best rebound sex you’d ever had. Ever since then, Ryan had just been around. It started off as just hooking up, but eventually, you realized he wanted more. When he asked you out two months ago, you thought, what the hell, he’s sweet, hot, and good in bed. So you said yes. You knew it was for the wrong reasons. You didn’t even really know the guy, you were just using him for what he was good for. But the idea of allowing yourself to be truly loved and in love again, was hard. Your last relationship had wrecked you, so you figured it’d be easier to date a guy you’re really not that into, than to willingly allow yourself to be vulnerable when the prospect of heartbreak was always looming. 

Jake was a whole different story. Jake. Fuck. Him. You knew that night in the club six months ago, that he was the one you’d really wanted. He was gorgeous, and the more time you spent with him, the more you knew he was an amazing person, too. Maybe that’s part of the reason you kept Ryan around, because you knew you’d be able to see Jake. Ever since you and Ryan started hanging out, he’d invite you to his house for get togethers with his friend group. Jake was always there.

Before you and Ryan had made things official, Jake was always super sweet to you. It was little things– holding the door for you, laughing at your jokes when no one else was paying attention to what you’d said, smiling at you for a second too long. He always complimented you, too. He’d say things like, “Hey beautiful!” or “well don’t you look pretty tonight!” whenever he saw you. He never did it when Ryan was around though. He’d just glance at you from across the room, watching as Ryan kissed you on the cheek, or squeezed your thigh. He probably thought you hadn’t noticed, but you did. You noticed everything about him. 

There had even been a couple times when Ryan had gotten too drunk, and Jake helped you put him to bed. After he was asleep, you and Jake would talk for hours, leaning back on the couch next to one another, smiling shyly, like you were both nervous about getting caught. One night, you swore he was going to kiss you. He had been complimenting you all night, and he might’ve drank a little more than usual, because he even did it in front of Ryan. Then, during your late night chat, he had trailed off, leaning toward your face. But he stopped right before your lips could touch. He giggled, “You look so pretty tonight.”

“Thanks, Jake,” you smiled back, feeling your cheeks flush. Your conversation continued after that, and you never spoke about that moment. Throughout those first four months, you and Jake had grown closer, though, which is why what happened once you’d started dating Ryan was so odd.

When Ryan had made things official, Jake changed. The compliments stopped, he never held the door for you or stared at you across the room when he thought no one was looking. At first, you thought it was just to be courteous to his friend, but then things got worse. Whenever your friend group hung out, he never even spoke to you. Sometimes he would avoid going out with you guys if he knew you were going to be there. If he did speak to you it was to give a smart-ass reply to something you said, like he was trying to get under your skin. To anyone else, it probably seemed like he was joking, but you could tell, you could just tell, he was being serious, or at least trying to be. You didn’t understand it, you guys had never been anything more than friends. You liked him, sure. But if he wanted to be more, he could’ve kissed you that night. He didn’t. He was the one person you could imagine letting your walls down for, in fact, you wanted to. You wanted to be vulnerable again, with him. Which is why it hurt so bad when he started avoiding you. 

This strange behavior had been happening for the past two months, ever since you started dating Ryan. You did feel awful about stringing him along, but you didn’t know how to break things off. He was so sweet, and you could tell he really liked you. Plus, you guys were friends too. If you broke his heart, there’s no way he’d still want to be friends with you. You didn’t want to be dating him, but you didn’t want to lose him either, and it was all getting really overwhelming. You made a promise to yourself that you would break up with him by the end of the month, once you figured out a good way to do it, so that you could hopefully retain the friendship.

Tonight though, you were going to the club with Ryan and some of his friends. You didn’t know if Jake would be there, although you secretly hoped he would be. You were riding in the back of an Uber with Ryan, wearing a black lacy tank top with a mini skirt and belt. As the car pulled up to the club, you glanced at your phone, and your heart practically jumped out of your chest at what you saw. It was a text from Jake:

J: you gonna be at the club tn?

Y/N: yeah

Y/N: why? lol

J: j wondering

J: i’ve missed you

I’ve missed you. The words played over and over again in your mind. What did he mean? The rift between you two had literally been caused by him. And now he had the audacity to say he missed you?! What the fuck? You were still slightly pissed off as you entered the club with Ryan, his hand wrapped around your lower back, leading you toward the bar. 

As you walked up you saw some of your other friends, already drinking, along with Jake and Tara. 

“Hey guys!” Ryan said cheerily.

“Heyyy wassup guys?? How’re my favorite peeps doing?” Jake replied, clearly already pretty drunk. 

You didn’t reply, still annoyed at Jake’s overall behavior throughout the last two months. Instead you hugged Tara, “You look amazing!” you beam. 

“Stoppp, you look so good too!! We’ve got to go shopping together soon!” Tara chirped in response.

“You ignoring me tonight, y/n?” Jake asked, with a smug look on his face.

“No,” you say, “I just wanted to compliment Tara, is that so wrong?” 

“No, no, don’t let me stop you,” Jake said, holding his hands up as if in surrender, and turned back to the bar to order another drink.

“Wanna go dance?” you ask Ryan and Tara.

“Fuck yeah, you wanna get a drink first?” Ryan asks.

“Sure!” you say, and Ryan orders you all a rum and coke, which you down in three gulps. 

“Can I get another, please?” you ask the bartender, and he quickly pours you up another drink, which you also down. “You know what, can I just get two more now? I don’t wanna have to keep asking,” you chuckle.

“No problem,” The bartender replies. 

You down them both within five minutes, and turn to Ryan and Tara, who both look slightly concerned at the amount of alcohol you’ve ingested in such a short amount of time, “Let’s go dance!!” 

You lead the way to the center of the dance floor, doing your best not to look at Jake, who is clearly sulking at the bar, watching you with a look of either annoyance or jealousy, you can’t tell. 

They start playing a song you love, and you begin dancing with Ryan, as Tara goes to dance with a hot guy she’s been eyeing all night. You’re grinding on Ryan, as he loops his hands around the front of your waist, pressing your ass against his body. He starts kissing your neck, sucking lightly, and you wrap your hand around the back of his neck. You look over at the bar, and Jake is watching. You turn towards Ryan and drag his body in front of yours, pulling him into a messy makeout. You open your eyes to make direct eye contact with Jake. He doesn’t stop watching. Instead he smirks, sipping on his drink slowly and readjusting himself on the bar stool to get a better look at the two of you.

Ryan breaks away, “I’m gonna run to the bathroom,” he says, pecking you on the mouth.

“Alright, I’ll be here,” you smile, glancing back to where Jake was sitting before to see that he’s no longer in his seat.

You watch Ryan walk through the crowd, then turn back to face the bar, at the same time seeing Jake approach you.

“Hey,” he says, leaning down a bit to shout into your ear over the loud music and chatter.

“Hey,” you reply, looking anywhere but at him.

“Not looking at me now?” Jake asks sassily, “That’s funny, considering you were staring at me while kissing your boyfriend five minutes ago.”

“Shut up,” you respond, not in the mood for more of his confusion.

Jake leans forward even more, his lips brushing against your ear, “Make me.” He leans back, smirking at you.

The four rum and cokes you chugged must have been taking effect, because it was as if you lost all control. You grab Jake’s shirt, as he wraps his arm around your waist and yanks you closer to him. You wrap both your arms around Jake’s neck, pulling his head towards your face and immediately locking your lips with his. You feel his snakebites pressing into your lower lip as your makeout gets messier and more desperate. He tilts your chin up toward him to expose your neck.

“You’re mine,” he leans forward and whispers, before sucking hard on your neck, leaving a big, purple bruise below your ear. 

“Jake…” you groan out, “Ryan’s gonna be back soon.”

Jake breaks contact with your neck, covering the hickey with your hair, and then making eye contact with you as if nothing happened, says, “It’s good to see you, y/n". He gives you a small smile and saunters back to the bar, retaking his seat from before, this time, facing the bar. 

Ryan walks up behind you, grabbing your waist with both hands, and spinning you around to face him, “Miss me?” he asks flirtily. 

You are instantly filled with guilt. He doesn’t deserve this, you have to tell him. “Jake kissed me,” you say, I kissed him back. I’m so sorry.”

Ryan stares at you, the color draining from his face, “What?”

“Jake and I kissed while you were in the bathroom. I don’t know how it happened. He just came up to me and, and…” 

“No. It's okay,” Ryan says.

“What? I cheated on you? I’m an asshole. I’m so sorry, it meant nothing,” you lie, doing whatever it takes to preserve the friendship between you and Ryan.

“Yeah, and you suck for that, but… you think I haven’t noticed the looks he gives you? He’s totally into you. Part of the reason why I asked you out was because I was scared you were gonna be more into him than you are to me. I thought if I could lock things down with you, maybe you’d stop liking him… and I’d be yours. But even now… Jake’s been a total asshole to you for the last two months, and it’s still obvious you want him.”

“What?? No, it’s not like that. I don’t know why he’s being a dick, but that can’t be it! He could’ve had me months ago, but he never went for it!” you slap a hand against your mouth, “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m so sorry, Ryan.”

“No, I’m sorry. That I wasted so much time on you.” Ryan walks away through the crowd, leaving you alone. 

You feel hot tears forming in your eyes– you were such a fucking asshole. And Ryan was right, he wasted so much time on you. You should’ve never said yes to him, and now you might’ve lost your friendship forever. But you know deep down, you’ve only ever wanted Jake. 

You walked up to him, crying softly. “Fuck you,” you say, “You ruined everything!” 

Jake suddenly gets a very serious look, “Woah, woah what happened?” he asks, rubbing small circles into your back. 

“Ryan. I told him what happened and he broke up with me. Now we’ll probably never be friends again! Fuck you! You could’ve fucking had me!!” you shrug him off of you and walk out of the club, ordering an Uber. Jake tries to follow you through the crowd and respond, but the Uber arrives too soon, and you’re off before he gets the chance. 

You stumble into your apartment, definitely regretting the four back-to-back drinks now. You collapse into bed, seeing Jake’s name light up your screen, but you’re too tired to check what he’s said. You’re falling asleep before you can even touch your phone.

–

The next morning you roll over in bed, head throbbing. You wonder why Ryan isn’t in bed next to you for a split second, before you remember the events of last night. You turn to grab your phone off the nightstand, slightly impressed that you even remembered to plug it in. You see several texts from Jake awaiting you, from between 1:32 and 4:26 am:

1:32 am

J: Y/N

J: Y/N PLS COME BACL

J: Y/N PLS IM SP SOERY

2:38 am

J: pls answwr me y/n

3:45 am

J: can we talk in the morning?

J: im so so sorry

4:26 am

J: please answer me so i know you’re ok. if anything happened to you i’ll never forgive myself.

You type out a quick reply:

Y/N: im fine j super hungover

Y/N: sorry i didnt reply i fell asleep as soon as i got home

Y/N: can i come over in like thirty mins?

J: yeah johnnie won't be here so it'll just be us 

You quickly run through your morning routine– washing your face, brushing your teeth, and applying some light makeup– before grabbing a granola bar, popping two tylenol, and getting into your car to drive to Jake’s. 

As you pull into his driveway, a wave of panic crashes over you. What if he’s going to tell you off, and never wants to speak again? What if he doesn’t even remember last night, and just wants to talk about something else?

You are giddy with nerves as you raise your fist to knock on the door, but you don’t even have to knock once before Jake opens it. 

“Hey,” he says, awkwardly flashing you a smile.

“Hey,” you respond, entering his house as he gestures for you to come in. 

You take a seat on his couch, and he plops down next to you. You both begin a sentence at the same time,

“So-”

“I wanted to-” he laughs, “You go first.”

“I mean, I was just gonna say ‘about last night…’ and hope that you continued my sentence,” you giggle awkwardly.

Jake chuckles, seemingly just as nervous as you. “Well… obviously we gotta clear the air. I’m sorry I kissed you. And I’m sorry I messed things up between you and Ryan. I should’ve never done that.”

Your smile fades, “You’re sorry?”

“I mean… yeah? I would have never chosen to hurt you.”

“What about Ryan? He’s your friend too,” you reply curtly.

“Yeah but… I care about you more,” Jake looks over at you, waiting for a response.

“Jake… you are such a fucking asshole,” you respond.

“Wait what?? I literally just apologized!”

“Yeah but you’ve been treating me like shit for the past two months. You think I haven’t noticed? You can’t even fucking look at me! Ever since I started dating Ryan you’ve been fucking avoidant as hell. And I don’t get why. Why did you have to wait until last night to start showing any interest in me again? I just don’t fucking get you, Jake.”

“What did you mean last night? When you said ‘you could’ve had me’?” Jake asked, completely ignoring what you’d just said.

“Are you fucking serious right now?? This isn’t a fucking joke, Jake!”

“What did you mean?!” Jake asked again, gripping your thigh with his palm.

You shut up, staring into his eyes. He was serious. “I meant. That night. Months ago. You almost kissed me. But you didn’t. I’ve thought about that night every day since. I wanted it to happen so badly that when you didn’t do it I just assumed you weren’t interested. That it was a drunken mistake.” 

“You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted this badly,” Jake said, rubbing your inner thigh and gazing into your eyes, “I was an asshole. But only because I didn’t wanna feel this way anymore. I wanted it to stop, for Ryan sure, but mostly for you. I thought you were happy with him. I didn’t wanna stand in your way. But last night, I finally worked up the courage to try and do something about it. I know it was wrong and fucked up. But I don’t care. For you, it’s worth it.”

“Jake…” you can’t stop the smile that spreads across your face, “It’s always been you, I was just scared. Scared to open up to someone. With Ryan, things were easy. I knew if I had you, it would be real. But being with Ryan didn’t stop the feeling. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.” 

“That’s the only thing I’ve ever needed to hear,” he turns toward you and grabs your chin with one hand, pulling your head toward his, while he hungrily connects his lips with yours. He pulls you onto his lap and holds your ass in both hands while you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. He breaks away to admire his work on your neck from last night, “How ‘bout I leave another?” he whispers into your ear.

“Whatever you want,” you breathe out. 

“Let’s go upstairs, in case Johnnie comes home,” he quickly says, allowing you to stand up. He grabs your hand, and leads the way to his bedroom. You’ve never been in it before. It was surprisingly clean, with a pristine gray bedspread covering his king-sized bed. He had a few posters hanging on the wall for different musicians he liked, and a PC set up in the corner.

Jake giggles, “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing… just wasn’t what I expected.”

“Well.. you could be in here a lot more often, if you wanted,” Jake says, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

“I think I’d like that,” you reply.

“Oh yeah?” Jake asks.

“Yeah… I think so,” you spin around to face him. “I want you so bad,” you whisper against his lips, begging him to close the gap.

“Do you?” Jake smirks, pulling his lips further away from yours, “Show me.” 

He falls backward gracefully onto his bed, leaning back on his elbows to watch you strip. You remove all of your clothes down to your underwear, leaving the rest of you exposed.

“Get over here,” Jake motions for you to sit on his lap, which you do. He spreads your legs over his crotch so you’re straddling him again. He kisses you hard on the mouth, and you feel his tongue slip between your teeth and brush against yours. He grabs a handful of your tit and squeezes it roughly, causing you to let out a quiet whimper, “Louder, baby.” he says, and takes your nipple into his mouth. You can feel it getting hard, and you moan louder at his touch. 

You reach under his t-shirt to pull it over his head, leaving his chest bare. He flips you over onto your back underneath him, and he pulls his pants off. He kneels on top of you in only his boxers, holding himself up with one elbow, the other hand fondling one of your tits, and you can feel his cock hardening against your skin. He kisses your lips first, then travels down to your neck, sucking hard enough to leave bruises in a few more spots, before moving on to your tits. He kisses them, while running his hand down your stomach, stopping at your underwear line, “Is this okay?” he asks. 

“Yes. F-fuck yes,” You reply. 

“Good. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this, baby.” Hearing Jake call you ‘baby’ was enough to make you arch into his hand that lingered over your underwear. He smirks and slips his hand into them, sliding his middle finger inside of you and slowly pumping it back and forth.

You raise your hips, wanting more, “Jake… please,” is all you can muster before he thrusts another finger inside of you, quickening his pace. He uses the pad of his thumb to rub circles into your clit. You gasp, arching further into his hand, desperately trying to get him deeper inside of you. 

“You’re so good for me,” Jake lets out, before leaning back down to take your tit into his mouth again, gently nibbling on your nipple. You moan and arch your back, feeling yourself clenching around his fingers. You start to feel the flame building in your lower stomach, and know you’re close. 

“‘M gonna come,” you mumble through strained breaths.

This only causes Jake to go faster, and the overstimulation was getting to be too much. You gasp in pleasure as Jake works you through your high. Not removing his fingers until your legs are shaking. 

“How was that, baby?” Jake asks, kissing your forehead softly, before licking any remnants of you off his fingers.

“So fucking good,” you say breathlessly. 

“You think you can take more for me?” he asks sheepishly, as if he doesn’t know exactly where this is going.

“I can do anything you want,” you reply, pushing a strand of his hair behind his ear, and pulling his neck down to kiss his lips. You can taste yourself on his mouth. 

“That’s my girl,” he says, sitting up on his knees in front of you to remove his boxers and throw them onto the floor. His dick was bigger than you’d imagined. Bigger than the guys you’d fucked before. You wanted it now. 

You yank your own underwear down as far as they’ll go, allowing Jake to pull them off and discard them as well. 

He spreads your thighs apart with his legs, “So fucking pretty,” he says, staring down at your wet cunt. 

He kneels back down– resting on his forearms– eager to be inside you. He gives his cock a few strokes for good measure, and guides it toward you, pressing the tip against your opening. You tilt your head forward to watch it disappear inside of you, slowly at first, and then all at once. Jake lets out a groan as he bottoms out, and you’re completely skin to skin. You wrap your legs around his lower back and ass, and grip his bicep with your hand. He looks down at you, his necklace dangling above your head. Your other hand reaches up to grab the necklace and pull him down into the most carnal kiss you’ve ever experienced. He thrusts deep inside you, as you wrap your arm around his neck to pull him down, bodies so close you can feel the heat radiating between you. 

You break the kiss to groan against his cheek, and Jake mutters, “You feel so good wrapped around my cock, mama,” between stifled sighs. 

He thrusts into you harder and faster, not letting up until you’re a moaning mess beneath him, back arching up to meet his chest, and he holds you there as he comes inside of you. 

You both collapse onto the bed with Jake laying on top of you, slowly pulling out as you hold each other, panting, bodies slick with sweat. He holds your face in his hand, and speaks softly, “I think I’m in love with you.”

You beam at him, “Well, duh.”

“No Y/N, like, it’s gonna be you forever. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before. You make me whole,” Jake continues.

“So then it’ll be us forever. I’m not going anywhere,” you kiss his forehead, then his nose, then land on his lips. “Also, you were amazing. I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Right back at ya, baby,” he winks. “Now I’m gonna go shower, ‘cause I’m a little too sweaty right now!” He laughs as he rises off the bed and turns to face you, reaching out his hand. “You coming, beautiful?” 

You grab onto his hand and he pulls you to your feet, “I’d go anywhere with you, Jake.”

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this took me so long to write but i actually love how it came out! i hope you guys enjoyed :)

[st3ddie-starchas3r]

Writing a cute one shot for Jegulus week and yeah… that bitch is smutty as hell now. 😀 love when things don’t go as plan but comes out way better than you originally had it. Swear fics have a mind of it own sometimes.

[heytheredelulu]

Anon request: “could you do something enemies/rivals where bucky accidentally finds out that you have a mirror kink during a training session?”

Yes, absofuckinglutely yes.

Watch Me

Rival!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count 2.4k

ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+

C/W: Language, fingering, size kink, mirror kink, choking, degradation (Bucky calls reader a slut once), hate sex (p-in-v unprotected), one lil spank, no aftercare and Bucky’s kind of an asshole.

“You’re distracted!” Bucky grunts, landing another painful blow to your gut, causing you to stumble backwards as he effectively knocks the wind out of you again.

“Just shut up, Barnes!” You snap back, resting your hands on your knees as you hunch over and work to catch your breath.

He wasn’t wrong, you were completely distracted. You couldn’t tear your gaze away from the wall of mirrors behind him and it only made it that much easier for him to land hit after fucking hit.

You may absolutely loathed the man but it didn’t change the fact that the way his muscles flexed in his back and biceps in the reflection of the mirror behind him as he pummeled you with his fists sent your mind reeling with thoughts of how those toned muscles would feel under your hands, your lips, your tongue.

Why couldn’t this man wear a goddamned shir-

He strikes you hard in the chest despite you being bent over and at rest and you stagger back in shock, the force of it having you struggling to maintain your balance and remain upright. Your temporary disorientation allows him the opportunity to wrap his right arm around your neck and pull you into a sleeper hold.

“Wanna tell me why you keep lookin’ in that mirror?” He breathes against your ear, his tone assuring you that there’s a smirk creeping across his stupid fucking face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You pant through gritted teeth, jerking your shoulders against his arm, working to free yourself from his chokehold.

He shakes his head, a sardonic laugh rumbling up from his chest as his forearm tightens across your windpipe. “Tap out.” He orders. “You can’t fucking handle me, princess. You don’t belong in the field. You’re weak. It’s pathetic.” His voice is low and cruel as you continue to struggle. “You’re gonna get yourself killed, or worse- get one of us killed.”

Rage simmers in your belly at his comment but the shame you feel from the truth of it is evident in the crimson blush creeping across your face.

He was right again.

You were weak.

That’s exactly why Tony had scheduled you to spar with him. Had you not been explicitly instructed to have training sessions by Tony Stark himself, you wouldn’t be caught dead alone in a room Bucky fucking Barnes and his smug ass attitude. It was no secret that this man was the bane of your existence, taking every opportunity to pick a fight and belittle you in front of everyone regardless of the time, place or context.

Unfortunately when it came to hand to hand combat, he was the most skilled out of anyone else on the team. so it made sense to pair you with him for training despite how much you had protested the idea. As you spent the last hour getting taunted and insulted while simultaneously having your ass handed to you, you couldn’t help but feel like Tony was just putting you in a room with him for his own amusement.

The anger overtakes the shame and you grit your teeth, bringing your head forward before slamming it back into his face with all the strength you could muster, pain erupting across the crown of your head. Bucky releases you, stunned and furious, bringing his fingertips up to swipe away the trickle of blood that trailed from his nostril. He lifts his gaze to meet yours, his cerulean eyes narrowing.

“A fucking headbutt? Are you kidding me?” He shouts, advancing on you. “You’re supposed to grab onto your opponent’s arm, bend your knees, sidestep and roll me off your back! Have you paid attention to anything I’ve told you?” He asks, leaning over you with a menacing glare. “You could’ve given yourself a goddamn concussion, you idiot!”

You scoff, stepping up on your tiptoes in an attempt to to make yourself appear taller, more confident but you nearly shrink right back down when the scent of his cologne mingled with the musk of his sweat hits your nostrils.

Goddamnit, he smells like cedarwood and sin.

“I was paying attention! Do you really expect me to be able to roll your big ass over my back? That’s impossible!” You argue.

“Bullshit. You’re distracted. You’ve been distracted this entire time.” He growls, prodding a finger into your chest.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” You threaten, moving to swat his hand away but he’s quicker and snatches your wrist.

“Don’t touch you?”

Bucky leans down further and you stiffen at his sudden closeness.

“I think you like when I touch you.” He taunts, tightening his metal hand around your wrist and spinning you away from him to face the line of mirrors across the wall.

“Fuck you, Barnes.”

“You want to, don’t you?” He asks in a low voice as he leans in behind you, trailing his flesh hand up your abdomen and closing it around your throat. You don’t reply, unable to form a coherent thought when his body dwarfs yours, towering over you from behind. He closes in, pressing his bare, sweat slicked chest against your upper back, drawing a sharp breath from your lungs when the length of his hard cock in his gym shorts settles against the curve of your ass.

“I think you forget.” He whispers, the light stubble across his jaw brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks.

“Super soldier. I’m enhanced. My senses are enhanced.”

His hand tightens around your throat, your pulse fluttering against his palm.

“I can hear your heartbeat, princess.” He taunts, his breathy chuckle fanning against your skin before he nips at your earlobe and goosebumps prickle across your skin.

“I can smell how badly your cunt is aching for me.”

Your eyes widen in response to his brazen statement and you make a move to step out of his hold but he splays his large hand across your stomach and tuts at you.

“Don’t try to deny it.” He whispers, his metal hand slowly working its way down your body. “You know, it’s funny. You say you hate me, but your body’s betraying you.” His cool fingers tease at the waistband of your leggings and your breath hitches, your eyes slipping shut.

“I bet if I were to just-“

Your hand catches his wrist before his fingers can trek any further and you shake your head. “No.” You mumble, opening your eyes and connecting your gaze with his in the mirror.

“Why?” He asks, brushing his lips against your neck. You tilt your chin up, granting him further access and he chuckles against your skin when you avoid answering his question.

“Because you don’t want to? Or because you hate me so much you don’t want me to be right?” He asks quietly.

You open your mouth to reply but the only sound that slips out is a moan when he proceeds to dip his fingers beneath your waist band, ghosting a finger across your slick folds.

“That’s what I thought.” He whispers, gathering your arousal on your fingers and tracing them along your clit in slow, deliberate circles.

“Jesus, Princess. You’re so fucking wet.”

You groan, trying desperately to remind yourself just how much you loathe this man but every brush of his fingers against your clit pulls you further and further away from logic.

Fuck it.

You arch your back against him and hook your thumbs in your waistband, tugging your leggings and panties down and kicking them aside in a hurry. Your eyes are completely fixed on the mirror, staring at his hand cupping your cunt and you place your hand atop his, guiding his metal fingers towards your entrance.

“Oh, is that right?” He teases, his finger poised at your weeping hole but denying you of what you so desperately want.

“I had a hunch when you couldn’t take your eyes off my reflection earlier but now I know for sure.”

You grit your teeth in frustration, exhaling sharply through your nose. “I hate you.” You whisper harshly, grinding your backside against his erection.

“I know.”

He sinks a single metal finger into your wet heat and you gasp at the sensation, keeping your eyes locked on your reflection as he pumps into you, his breath growing heavy against your neck as he adds a second finger, letting out a low groan when he’s met with resistance.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He murmurs, grazing his teeth along the tender flesh of your neck.

“I'm gonna have to open you up, princess.”

You whimper, your head falling back to rest against his shoulder as he scissors his fingers inside your cunt, massaging your inner walls and working to add a third finger. A cry escapes your throat at the intrusion, your hand flying up and carding in his hair to steady yourself.

“I’m gonna bury my cock in this tight little cunt.” He purrs, rocking his fingers into you, his palm grinding against your clit and your impending orgasm causing your pussy to flutter around his fingers. He grips your jaw and roughly tilts your head back down to look in the mirror. “You're gonna watch me when I make you come.” He growls, fucking his fingers into you at a steady pace, your arousal creating an obscene squelch with every pump of his hand.

Your eyes trail up the reflection of your body as it writhes in pleasure under his touch and your eyes connect with his. Your mouth falls open, a broken cry falling from your lips as your walls clench around his fingers and you break under the gaze of his blue, lust-blown eyes. He hums, his grip on your jaw loosening and he turns your head, capturing your mouth in a deep and passionate kiss as he withdraws his fingers from inside you. “Take my cock out.” He murmurs against your lips, his low voice carrying demand while grasping your wrist and guiding your hand to palm the aching erection tented in his gym shorts.

You don’t hesitate to follow his instruction, reaching under his waistband and curling your hand around him, letting out whine when you realize you can’t close your hand completely around his girth.

“I told you.” He whispers, peppering kisses across your jaw. “I needed to open you up for me.”

You release a shuddered breath and he pushes down on the small of your back to urge you to lean forward, his metal fingers tracing along your shoulder and down your arm to settle atop your hand. He brings it to the mirror, interlocking your fingers with his and pressing it against the glass.

“I’m not gonna be gentle. You know that, right?” He asks in a low voice, dragging the head of his cock along your slick folds. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth and choke back a moan as he releases your hand and widens his stance.

You watch as his eyes drop to your ass, his large palm resting flat against it to hold you steady while he grasps the base of his cock and presses himself against your entrance. You raise your other hand to the mirror, leaning forward with a bowed head and brace yourself against it as the sweet sting of him stretching you steals the air from your lungs.

“I don’t want you to be.” You breathe out, lifting your head weakly and connecting your gaze with his as he settles his hands on your waist.

No sooner than the words leave your mouth, he’s drawing his hips back, withdrawing almost completely before he slams back into you with bruising force. You let out a strangled cry, your eyes rolling back as he thrusts into you at a merciless pace.

A harsh slap to your ass directs your attention back up to his reflection where his hungry eyes are still fixated on you.

“I thought I told you to watch me when I make you come.” He grunts, pulling a sharp breath from you as he snaps his hips forward and kisses your cervix with the tip of his weeping cock. He slides his hand down across your pubic bone and slips it down between your folds to tease your throbbing clit. His fingers work quick, tight circles across your sensitive bud, igniting a fire low in your belly and spreading heat under your skin.

“You like that, huh?” He taunts, his voice low and husky as he fucks into you with unrelenting tempo. “You like to watch yourself when you’re getting fucked, don’t you? Kinky little slut.”

“Bucky, I-”

You lose your words in a choked sob, arching your back as your cunt spasms and contracts around his cock, your knees threatening to buckle under the wave of euphoria crashing over your body.

“That’s right Princess, come all over my cock.” He moans, his hips stuttering as he trails his fingers away from your swollen clit.

He digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your waist, chasing his orgasm in deep, brutal thrusts, his heavy sack slick with your release, slapping against your skin with every jerk of his hips.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” He grunts, his rhythm growing sloppy and erratic as his muscles tense.

He pulls out abruptly and you lock eyes in the mirror one last time, his brows knitting and his lips parting as he curses your name, frantically fucking his fist and painting your ass with thick ropes of cum.

You press your forehead against the cool glass before you as you work to catch your breath and it’s silent for several long, uncomfortable minutes before you hear the faint rustle of him tugging up his shorts.

You straighten up and turn around to see him moving towards you with his gym bag slung over his shoulder and his t-shirt in his hand.

“Good session.” He says flatly, tossing his t-shirt at you and you catch it, your brows furrowing in confusion. The corners of his mouth twitch up into a smug smirk and he gestures towards your sticky ass.

“I hate you.” You mutter, shame rising up your cheeks in a deep blush as you wipe yourself angrily with his t-shirt.

“I know.” He replies, not bothering to hide the amusement in his voice while he turns to leave.

“Same time tomorrow!” He shouts over his shoulder, leaving you alone, ashamed and naked in the gym.

Goddamnit, you fucking hate him.

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Summary: anon request - "HEAR ME OUT... dealer!colby x reader👀? (colby's her weed dealer..?)"

Warnings: SMUT18+, dealer!Colby, strong language, mentions of weed, smoking, driving while under the influence (please don't ever do that), sex as payment, teasing, heavy flirting, hair pulling, oral (f rec), slight squirting, rough unprotected sex, biting, creampie, nasty filth - this is your second warning :)

Word Count: 5.3k | not really edited

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You exhaled the smoke with a sigh, "We're almost out." You looked around the group and they all groan.

Sam takes the half smoked blunt from your hands and nudges you as he takes a drag, "Why don't you call up that dealer of yours, y/n."

Your eyes go wide, "Sam. Don't."

"Oh come on." He passes the blunt to Jake and looks back at you, "Why not?" You roll your eyes, "Because.. it's not like that."

"What it like then?" Jake asks leaning around Sam, smirking at you as the smoke leaves his lips, "You can't fall for your drug dealer. Nothing good ever comes out of that."

"Nothing is going to come out of it because I don't like him like that." You cross your arms, leaning back in your chair, "But I do like weed, and he's the only one who ever seems to have so.."

You pull your phone out, clicking on the name.

Colby Brock.

Hey, it's y/n.

You rest your phone in your lap, sighing as you look up, waiting for an answer, "Is one of you sober enough to drive?"

They all laugh and Sam looks at you, "I can drive you."

"No you can't." You laugh and watch as he stands up, "What are you doing, Golbach?"

"I'll put on a full sobriety test for you right now." He laughs and the group cheers him on. You roll your eyes, picking up your phone when it vibrates.

I know who you are. Whatcha lookin for?

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, zoning out as you focus on texting Colby back.

I think you know exactly what I'm looking for. I have some friends over tonight.

You see the text bubbles pop up instantly and you try not to show that this excites you.

You have friends over and didn't invite me? Ouch.

You laugh slightly, sighing as you type.

I didn't think you'd want to hang out with me.

You rest your phone down, looking up to see Sam balancing on one of the patio loungers, "Sam. Get down before you break your neck or something."

He laughs and jumps down, "Are we a go?"

"Not yet. He hasn't said if he's home or not." You check your phone, nothing, so you set it back down, kinda irritated with yourself.

"Drug dealers are always home, y/n." Jake laughs and you shrug, "Not mine. He has a life outside of his business."

"And how would you know that?" Jake raises his brows, smirking slightly and you change your answer, "I don't.. I'm just saying he might."

"Uh huh. Sure."

Your phone vibrates and you look down, nodding as you read the text.

I'm just pickin, y/n. Of course you can come over, just let me know when you're on your way.

"We're good." You look back down and type.

I'll be there soon.

"Alright. See you guys in a few." Sam grabs his keys and you roll your eyes, "Don't break anything while I'm gone."

They all laugh and wave you off as you walk out the gate with Sam, "Are you good to drive?" He looks back at you, "Y/n. If I didn't think I could, I wouldn't have offered."

"Alright." You sigh, giving in just because you wanted to see Colby. You get in, buckling up before punching in the address to Sam's car gps.

"You have that memorized?" He laughs and you nod, "I've been there enough to know." You laugh and he starts driving, glancing over at you once you reach the first red light, "Are you guys hooking up?"

You snort, "Oh my god, Sam. No. He's my weed dealer."

"Yeah, I'm aware of that. But you seem very excited to go see him." Sam starts driving and you shake your head, "I'm not excited to see him, I'm excited to get more weed."

That's a lie. A complete lie. You liked being around Colby. He seemed to like you, and although you weren't sure if it was so you'd keep coming back to buy from him or what, you liked it.

And it works because you go back to him.

And only him.

"I just don't need you getting caught up in his more than weed bullshit." Sam pulls up from your thoughts and you sigh, "From what I know.." you look at him, "Which isn't much.. he only sells weed. Maybe coke? I don't know. I don't ask."

"He has good weed, I'll give him that." Sam chuckles and you nod, "He really does." You giggle and point, "Pull up behind that car."

"Is that his car?" Sam nods towards the blacked out Mercedes and you nod, "I don't know, this is a richy neighborhood so, not sure."

It was definitely his car. You've seen him get out of it one time when you got here too early.

"It's nice, whoever it belongs to." Sam looks over at you, "Text me if you need anything." You smile, "I'll be fine, Sam." You open the door, "I'll be right back."

You get out, making your way through the small alley between the houses and walk up to the back door. It always shocks you that Colby lives in a regular looking house. It's a nice, very rich looking house, but you always pinned him with having a penthouse suite with smoke filling all the rooms and parties every weekend.

But to you, that was just the drug dealer stereotype.

Colby was.. different.

You knock and wait a few seconds before the door opens. You look up, smiling at Colby through the screen door, "Hey."

He pushes the door open and nods for you to come in, "What's up?" He watches you walk by him, checking behind you to make sure no one else is with.

"Not much, really." You stop, turning towards him. He shuts the door, locking it before turning towards you, "Nothing at all?" He chuckles and you shake your head, "Same old, you know."

You laugh slightly and he nods, "I gotta admit, I was kinda shocked to see you texted me with your name."

"I thought you didn't save the numbers of your customers so.." you shrug and he smirks, "not the ones I don't like seeing."

Your heart skips a beat and you smile, "Well thanks." You try to play it cool, you don't want to seem too excited.

"How much are we looking at getting, today Miss y/n?" Colby walks in to his living room, you following behind him, "Um.. I have like six people at my house right now so enough to get me through tonight yet."

"Oh so you can text me and come back tomorrow for more?" He winks and looks down at his stash.

Maybe it was the pot you smoked before, but you felt a weird wave of confidence wash over you, "You're catching onto my tactic, Colbs. Gonna have to switch it up soon."

He looks up at you, a huge smile resting on his face, "I knew it."

"Knew what?" You ask walking over and sitting down in the chair. He shrugs, "You tell me." You lean back, crossing your leg over the other, "Tell you what?"

He leans back as he ties the bag closed, "That I'm your favorite dealer and you can't help but stay away from me."

"You're my only dealer and well.." you smirk as you shrug and tilt your head, "You're not, fully, wrong."

"What am I wrong about then?" He tosses the bag on the table and leans back, "Why don't you enlighten me?"

You remembered that Sam is in the car waiting, "maybe.." you stand up, pulling money from your pocket, "When I see you next, yeah?" You toss the money on the table and reach down to grab the baggie but Colby snatches it away before you can get it in your grasp.

You tilt your head up slightly, looking at him through your lashes, "Is that not enough?"

"Oh no, it's plenty." He leans back, legs spread as his hands rests on his thighs, "you always have to leave so soon, don't you?"

You tilt your head, standing up slowly, "I have a friend waiting for me in the car."

"Oh do ya?" He tisks his tongue, "What a shame."

"Why do you say that?" You lick your lips, crossing your arms as you watch him look up at you. He shrugs, rolling the bag in his fingers, "maybe.. I'll tell you when I see you next, yeah?"

You smirk as he uses your words against you, "Tomorrow?"

He raises his eyebrows, "Yeah. Yeah." He hands you the bag and you gently take it from his open hand, "I'll text you tomorrow. If I'm free, you know." He chuckles and you roll your eyes, "Uh huh."

You smirk as you shove the bag into your jacket pocket, "I'll be free, so.." you purse your lips, "I have to get back to my friends."

"Oh yeah, the party I wasn't invited to." He smirks as he stands up and you point to the door, "Wanna follow us back over?"

He shakes his head, "Nah, I'm not really into group things." He chuckles and you scoff, a laugh quickly following behind, "oh, god. Colby. it's not.. a group thing if that's what you mean."

He shrugs, "You never know." His eyes scan over your face and he bites his lip, letting it pull slowly between his teeth, "Don't wanna keep your friend waiting any longer, right?"

As much as you wanted to say fuck it, and let Sam sit, you had enough respect for him to not do that, "Yeah.. I guess you're right."

You nod to Colby, "Thank you. Again."

He smiles, "I'm always here." He winks and you turn to walk out the door, moving around the banister to walk down the ally.

You speed up your walk to the car and open the door, plopping in with a smile.

"Take it that it went good?" Sam asks with a laugh and you look at him, "Yeah. It always does." You try to play it down, but you can't help but to think about the flirting that just went down.

Colby has an effect on you and you like it.

A lot.

"So what.. you guys get a quickie in or wh-"

"Sam!" You scoff, "Oh my god." You try to fight off your smile, "I wish. But no."

"Gross. That's - no. I didn't need to hear that." Sam pretends to gag as he starts driving, "But on a serious note.." he glances over at you and you know a lecture is in the works.

"What's the serious note, Sam?" You shift slightly and look over at him as you rest your elbow on the door, "If you're going to tell me that Jake was right, and that nothing good ever comes from seeing your dealer.. I know.. and that's why I haven't jumped his bones yet."

He raises his brows, looking over at you quickly before looking back to the road, "Yeah.. I mean.. yeah.." he laughs slightly, "That's what I was going to say."

You laugh, "Colby flirts with me.. yes. But I think that he does that with all of his other female customers. You know, so they keep coming back to him." You shrug, "he's very nice looking, I'll be honest, and yes. I would like to, you know.."

Sam cringes and shakes his head slightly, "uh huh."

"But if I did that, and it blew up, I'd have to find another dealer or I'd quit smoking all together."

Sam looks at you shocked, "You'd.. quit smoking over a guy?" He snorts, "Really?"

You sigh, "Okay. No. Probably not. That's a bit drastic." You laugh, "Kind of. I don't know. I'd just.. i don't know, you have a dealer so you'd be the one we go to."

"Colby has good shit. So in my own.. selfish needs.. please don't blow this." Sam smirks, "Plus.. how do you know he's worth all the hype you tell yourself?"

You shrug, "hard to explain. Maybe you can come in with me next time and see for yourself."

"I'm fine in the car." He says quickly, "I don't need to be doused in all the sexual tension you say there is."

"Good choice." You laugh and watch out the window as he drives you both back to your house.

You knew it was there. As soon as your eyes meet his you get this feeling in the pit of your stomach but the advice, if that's what you want to call it, that Sam and Jake tell you steer you away because you were kind of afraid of rejection.

Especially from Colby.

He's hot. Mysterious, and kinda dangerous.

But that turned you on. Made you want him even more. Even if it was just for one night.

You needed to have him. There was this.. hunger, inside of you that wanted him and only him. No matter the cost because you knew in your heart he wanted you, too.

And you were determined to get him. No matter what anyone said to try and steer you away.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

The sun shining through your open blinds makes you groan as you roll away to try and avoid it. You took a deep breath, yawning as you sit up.

You take a minute, thinking about the smoke session from last night. Laughing to yourself as you remember all the funny stuff that was said and done.

You bite down on your lip as you remember going to get more weed from Colby. How he flirted with you effortlessly, and how you flirted with him.

You grab your phone, checking to see if he messaged you.

And he did.

Did you go through all of it yet?

That was sent at four thirty two this morning. Right after you decided to call it a night and head to bed.

You mentally curse yourself, mad at yourself because you could have been talking to him. But that's alright, it gives you a chance to take a sober minute and actually think about how you wanted to play this game.

You bite down on your lip as your thumbs pluck the keyboard.

Not all of it, but it definitely won't be enough to last me.

You set your phone down on the bed as you stand up, walking over to grab a change of clothes. You grab your phone before heading to the shower.

As you turn the shower on, you hear your phone buzz, but you don't jump. You get in the shower, closing the door and try not to overthink everything.

Colby does want you, but he won't tell you that. You don't know it, but he has rules. He doesn't hook up with customers, but he has a hard time with you.

As you get out, you wrap a towel around your body and swipe the steam from the mirror away with your hand. You stare at yourself, thinking about the only thing that's really been on your mind lately.

You tap your phone, leaning forward so it'll unlock and your eyes scan over Colby's texts.

You know where to find me. I'll be around today, if you wanted to bang.

I mean hang. Or whatever. lol

Your stomach flips. Or whatever. You bite your thumb nail, sighing to calm your excitement.

I just got out of the shower. I can get dressed and come over?

You walk back over to your room, tossing the original pick of clothes to the floor as you look for something a little more - intriguing.

Your phone buzzes on your dresser and you pick it up. Smirking as you read his response.

Let me know when you're on your way. I'll leave the door unlocked for you.

You smile, texting back a simple, sounds good, before you go back to scouring your closet.

You opt for a simple, yet like you wanted, intriguing look. A pair of black ripped skinny jeans. A cropped white tank top along with cropped dark jean jacket, and black ankle boots.

You finished getting ready and picked up your phone, hands kinda shaking nervously as you type your, I'm ready. Leaving soon, message to Colby.

You grab your bag, making sure you have everything before walking to your car. You take a deep breath, looking at your phone as you read over Colby's text.

Great. See you soon, y/n.

Your heart skips a beat as you put the car in reverse, backing out of your driveway.

You were sober.

Your thoughts about Colby were still clear, and most definitely there.

As you drive over, your fingers tap the steering wheel, anxiously trying to keep the scenarios out of your mind because you don't want to get your hopes up completely.

You pull up behind his car, parking and shutting the engine off. You grab your phone, I'm here. I'll come to the back.

You get out, pulling your bag onto your shoulder and shutting your door. You force yourself to walk, calmly to the back because your excitement was racing sky high.

You honestly didn't know what to expect.

As you walk up the steps, the door opens and Colby pushes the screen door open, "Hello again." You look up, flashing him a smile as you walk by him, "Hey."

He shuts the doors, walking by you to lead you into the living room, "Sleep good?"

You laugh slightly, setting your bag down with a nod, "Oh yeah. I couldn't get them to leave, I was falling asleep before even making it up to my bed."

Colby chuckles, leaning back against the couch, "I would have just went to bed."

"I didn't want to leave them unsupervised." You laugh and sit down, crossing your leg over the other, "I didn't have anything specific planned today, so sleeping in was alright."

"Seemed to work out pretty good." Colby smiles and points, "You wanna.." he trails off watching as you look from him to the tray on the table. You nod, "Please."

You shift through your bag, "fuck." You plop your hand on your bag, looking up at him, "I don't have my wallet."

He furrows his brows, "You.. want to pay me for the joint I offered you?"

You laugh slightly, "No - ah, I mean I was going to see if I could get more but I do-"

He cuts you off, "I'm sure we can come up with a payment arrangement. No worries, sweetheart."

You slowly pull your bag off your lap, plopping it back in the floor, "I'm sure we can."

He smirks as he twists the end of the joint, "Just a heads up, I have like two people coming today, not sure when, though."

You nod, "That's fine."

He lights up the joint, taking a drag. He holds the smoke in as he looks at you. He exhales, "Come on. I don't bite." He smirks as he holds the joint out infront of him.

You smirk, getting up to move next to him and he places the joint in between your lips, "Unless you want me to."

You take a drag, eyes staying locked on his. You pull it from your lips, smiling as you inhale deep. You blow the smoke out, "Don't threaten me with a good time."

"Oh, so you like being bitten?" His brow twitches and you shrug, "Depends on the person, I guess."

He nods, taking the joint from your fingers, "I see." He leans back next to you, picking up his phone from the arm rest of the couch, "Taylor will be here in five."

Your eyes scan over his screen and you can definitely tell it's a girl because on her end, the texts are flirty and cute.

But you can't help but smirk when you see his one to three word responses.

Colby looks at you, smirking, "You know.. I broke my rules for you."

Your eyes snap up to his, "Rules?"

He nods, "Rules. Yes."

You turn towards him, the weed relaxing you enough to egg him on, "Do tell, Mr. Brock."

He chuckles, taking a drag of the joint before handing it to you, "I don't invite people over." He watches you take a drag and his teeth hold his bottom lip, "Especially girls."

"Then why am I here?" You lean forward, taking the joint from his fingers and lean back, slipping the end between your lips and dragging.

Colby stares at you for a few seconds before smirking, "Because I think.." he leans in, eyes on yours, "..you like doing bad things.. with bad boys."

Before you exhale, he slides his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in just enough for your lips to brush his.

He inhales the smoke as you exhale.

You watch him leans back, smirking as he blows the smoke out, "am I right?"

You shrug, "I wouldn't say.. boys." You smirk, "There's only one, in particular.. and I just so happen to be doing something bad with him.. right now."

"I keep it short with the female customer side. I don't want anyone thinking anything, taking it the wrong way, ya know?" He ashes the joint and sets it down, "But you.."

"My friends.. would tease me about having a crush on you.. but I knew I was right." You cross your arms and shake your head slightly, "I was right."

"Right about what?" He smirks, resting his ankle on his knee, "I'm all ears."

You move closer to him, "There was no shortness." You lick your lips, looking up at him, "There was flirting."

"There sure was." Colby nods with a smirk, "I tried not to. The first couple of times you started coming to me. I did try. But I just couldn't help it."

As you go to lean in, a knock on the door cuts the interaction short.

"Fucking hell." Colby curses, "Why now?"

"It's fine. My only plans today are being here." You smirk and lean back as he stands up. He glances down at you, "Feel free to roll another one if you want."

You nod, smiling as you reach forward to do just as he says. You glance up, watching as the blonde walks through the door, "Hi Colby. Sorry I'm late. The traffic was awful." She smiles and he nods, "How much are you here for?"

You smirk, looking down as he gets right to the point.

"My usual." She giggles, "Colby you should know this by now."

He walks in, "An eighth? A quarter? Your order changes every time, Taylor.." He walks around, sitting down next to you as she stands on the other side of the coffee table, mumbling an almost audible, "Eighth."

You glance up at her, fighting a smirk as you notice her whole demeanor changed since she seen you, "Hey." You tilt your head, flashing her a smile as you twist the end of the cone.

She rolls her eyes, "Yeah, hi." She looks at Colby, "I was wondering if I could do half the payment now then the oth-"

Colby cuts her off with a hard, "No." He chuckles, shaking his head as he bags up the weed, "I don't do that half payment now, other half later bullshit. You know that."

"Are you sure because I can definitely give it to you Friday." She twirls her hair, trying to gain his attention back onto her.

He looks up at her, "It's full payment now or nothing, Taylor." He shrugs, "I don't know who told you I do payment plans, but you need to tell them that they're sadly mistaken."

You lean back, covering your smirk by holding the joint between your lips and lighting it.

"Yeah, I'll definitely tell them." she pulls money out of her back pocket. Colby reaches out for it, but she misses his hand, purposely, and drops it on the table, "That enough?"

He picks it up, counting it, "Sure is. Enjoy." He goes to hand her the bag, but misses her hand, on purpose of course.

She scoffs, "Is this really how you're going to treat me?"

"You get what you give, Taylor. Maybe next time come in here with some respect." Colby stares up at her until she sighs, "Fine."

She bends down, grabbing the bag and walking away. Colby reaches over, plucking the joint from your hand as he yells a sarcastic, "Have a great day."

You giggle, "That was so mean."

He chuckles, "She wasn't going to disrespect me. I won't allow it."

"Yeah, it took all I had to tell her to stop being a bitch." You watch as he takes a drag and exhales, "I would have loved to see it."

"Maybe next time." You wink as you smile, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you watch him take another drag.

"So.." he passes you the joint after ashing it, "Where were we?"

You take a drag, holding it in as you tilt your head. You exhale, "I think..." you move closer, "I was about to kiss you."

"I like where this is going." He brushes hair from your face, moving it behind your shoulder, "I think we have some time before the last person shows up.. so.."

You set the joint in the ash tray and move to straddle him. His hands slip into the back pockets of your jeans and give your ass a squeeze. Your eyes scan over his face, locking eyes with his slightly red and blue ones before you dip your head down and lock lips with his.

He groans against you, pulling you closer and you feel the hard bulge of his jeans grind against you.

Your hands move to his hair, tugging slightly as his lips move down your neck. You let out a gasp as you feel him bite down gently.

Your hips move slowly as you feel him mark your neck, "Colby." You whimper quietly, "P-please."

"How bad do you want me, baby?" He leans back, looking up at you and you smirk, "About as bad as you want me."

He smiles, nodding, "You know that's a lot, right?"

You nod, "That's how much I want you."

He stands up, your legs wrapping around his waist, arms around his neck. He walks you back the hall and into his room. He kicks the door shut before walking you over and your back meets the bed.

You sit up slightly, watching as he slips his black t-shirt off, revealing his very fit figure, "Fuck."

He smirks, "Let's see you do that too."

You smirk and sit up, kicking off your boots as you slip off your jacket and toss it, your tank following right behind.

"Shit." Colby whispers as he moves to lay his body over yours. He kisses your lips, moving down your neck and chest. He stops at your boob, taking your nipple in his mouth.

You moan, back arching as he sucks and flicks it with his tongue. Your hand lays on his head, curling his hair around your fingers, "Fuck, yes."

You look down at him and he looks up at you, popping off as he kisses down your torso. Your body jolts as his kisses slightly tickle, but your eyes watch as his hands undo your jeans.

You press your hands into the bed as you lift your hips to allow him to slip off both your jeans and panties in one swoop fell swoop.

He pushes your thighs apart, not giving you a second to process as he drops to his knees and pulls you to the edge of the bed.

He licks his lips before leaning in, attaching them to your clit. You gasp, arching your back as your brows furrow with the scrunch of your face, "S-shit. Yes."

He moans against you, moving his head down to slip his tongue into you. His hands grip your hips, pinning them down as he focuses on the taste of you.

He leans back, eyes locking on yours as your chest rises and falls quickly, "You taste better than I ever thought of."

You smile, biting your lip as you watch him lean back in. Two of his fingers drag up your thigh before they're brought to your center, rubbing gently before slipping inside.

You moan, clenching around him as he thrusts his fingers in and out slowly. His lips trail up your inner thigh, watching as you twist and turn as your orgasm builds up.

“You gonna cum for me?” His voice is low and you nod, eyes still squeezed shut.

“Cum for me, baby. Come on.” His words bring you closer, “You look so pretty when you’re like this. On the verge of snapping.”

You let out a moan as you feel your body tense up and jolt. Liquid leaks out, indicating that he got you to squirt a tad bit, “Yeah, baby. That’s it.” Colby groans as his fingers curl, “Can you do it again for me?”

His lips attach to your clit and you let out a louder moan, whimpering as he gets you to squirt for him again.

“So fuckin’ hot.” He withdrawals his fingers, moving to stand up as he looks over you, “you’re worth breaking my rules for.”

You smile weakly at his words, opening your eyes to lock them on his. You reach up, whimpering as you motion for him to come to you.

He hovers his body over yours, brushing hair from your face. You can see his chin glisten in what little light that’s illuminating the room.

His lips crash onto yours and you moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

His cock, that’s pressing teasingly against your pussy, starts to enter and you gasp as he continues to slide fully in.

“Colby.” Your voice is barely there, “Fuck.”

“You are incredible.” He presses a kiss to your forehead before leaning up. His hand lays on your throat, fingers hooking over your bottom row of teeth, “You look incredible like this.”

Your tongue runs over his fingers and he moves his hand so you can wrap your lips around them. Sucking as he slowly pulls out and thrusts back in.

“Rough, Colby.”

And with that, it wasn’t long until you’re flipped over, bent over with your ass in the air and chest pressed against the bed.

His hands tightly gripping your hips as you’re desperately clinging onto the blanket, knuckles white from holding so tight.

His thrusts are punishing. Hard, and fast.

“S-so close.” You moan out loudly, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You push your hips back the best you can and Colby leans down, sliding his hand into your hair to lift your head.

His nose rubs the side of your face, “How close?”

“There.. almost there.” Your brain was foggy. You felt like you couldn’t comprehend words.

Colby had you a mess.

An absolute mess.

His hand moves from your hair, sliding around your throat. His thumb gently caresses your face before moving his hand further down to squeeze.

You squeak at the sudden loss of air, trying to moan but nothing is coming out.

Your vision goes black as you feel yourself squeeze his cock and release it as you cum.

He fucks you through your high, moaning lowly in your ear about how much of a good girl you’re being for him.

“Such a good fucking girl.” His lips drag back your cheek and his teeth sink into the lobe of your ear, “Taking me so fucking well.”

His hand releases your throat and you gasp, breathing heavy as you cheek and chest rest against the bed. You reach behind you, looking for his hand.

He grabs your wrist, pinning it down against your lower back, groaning as his thrusts grow sloppy, “Fuck.. where do you want me, y/n?”

In a breath, “Anywhere.”

“Say no more.” He smirks and bites his lip, tilting his head back as he gives you a few more thrusts before they turn sloppy.

He pushes his cock fully into you, moaning as he feels himself spill deep inside of you. He lets go of your hand, gently massaging your hips as he pulls out.

Your body falls onto the bed, collapsing from the exhaustion.

Colby lays next to you, brushes hair from your face with a smile, “You alright?”

You nod weakly, “I’m very alright.” You smile, sliding a hand over to lay on his chest, “Do you still want me to pay for my weed?”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “No.” he brings your hand to his lips, kissing gently, “this payment has been accepted.”

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[yourimagines]

hi, by any chance can you do a angryginge smut or even anything angryginge xx

Sure 🙈

Playing games

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: 18+, Smut, Swearing and Fluff

Y/n POV

I was hanging out today with Morgan. He was finally free after weeks of filming new content with the sidemen and other YouTube creators. “I bought you some snacks for today.” He says as he threw the bag on the table. “Thank you.” I reached over and took a quick look into the bag. “These are my favourites.” I grabbed one of my favourite snacks and took a bite from it. “I know that, you only eat that.” He joked as he was getting us something to drink. “Ha,ha. Very nice of you.” I rolled my eyes at him and sat back in my chair.

Morgan made his bedroom more comfier by throwing a lot of blankets and pillows onto his bed. “Way better.” I said as I crawled into the bed, feeling the warmth of the blankets. Morgan was walking around his room, changing his clothes and grabbed two controllers for our gaming night together. “Overcooked, I want to play overcooked with you.” I said exited as he joins me in bed. “Are you sure? It’s going to be intense.” I nodded and grabbed one of the controllers. “Yes Morgan, let’s play this game together.” He laughs and sits back with his back against the wall. “Whatever you want baby.”

We were shit at this game. He was yelling at me and I was yelling at him. “Oh come on baby, al you need to do is to grab that thing and put it on there.” I was pointing at the screen as we lost again. “Oh shut it, you’re way too fast, you can’t even slowdown.” I knew when I said that out loud, he was thinking about something else. A smirk appeared on his face and I knew it was over. “I’m to fast huh?” He moved over to me and gently pulled me closer to him. “Yes you are, you know I’m not that fast and still you go for it.” I gently touched his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around my ass and pulls me into his lap. “You want to go slow?” I nodded and he laid a bit back, crossing his arms behind his head. “Then go ahead, take your time baby.”

Morgan POV

I knew she wasn’t talking about this, that she meant the game but the way she was irritated made me feel like this. She starts to giggle and shook her head. “I wasn’t talking about that Morgan.” I smiled at her and nodded. “I know but I was.” I made a small wiggle with my hips to let her know that I was not joking. “You sure about this? I-I never been on top before and..” I gently grabbed her hand and took it to my lips, placing a few soft kisses on her knuckles. “Of course I’m sure about this baby, I’ll help you out if you need me too.” My hand slowly traveled up to her neck and pulled her closer to me. “Your choice, slow or fast.” I saw her thinking about it as she slightly bite down on her under lip. “Slow.” I nodded and laid back again. “Slow it is then.”

She was a bit unsure, the way she looked at me and her smaller hands trembling a little bit made me feel like a bad boyfriend, making her feel like this. I gently grabbed her hands and kissed them. “Just touch me like you always do baby.” I gently lay them down on my stomach and moved my hands back. “You sure, this is different Morgan. You’re normally doing all the work.” I smiled and nodded. “I’m sure, just be yourself baby.” She carefully started to moved her fingers over my skin, still looking now and then at me if I’m still enjoying myself. “You doing great baby.”

Y/n POV

My fingers slowly moved up to his chest. I didn’t know what I was doing, just moving my fingers over his body. Everything felt a bit awkward but he didn’t mind. I felt his hardened dick through his joggers pressing against me, he was totally enjoying himself. I gently buckled down and started to place some soft kisses on his skin. Leaving a wet trail behind as I went down to the waistband from his joggers. I looked up and he was still looking at me, love and lust was displayed in his eyes. “You okay baby?” I nodded and looked back down. I gently hooked my fingers on the waistband and pulled it down. His hardened dick jumps out and I felt getting wetter between my legs.

My hand went gently to his dick and started to slowly stroking it. A small soft moan escaped from his mouth and I looked up at him. “You doing good baby.” He says as I kept stroking him. I moved down and gently pressed my lips against his shaft, leaving a few wet kisses behind. One of his hands went down and gently went through my hair. “Fuck baby.” He wasn’t used to this gently soft way of fucking. He was normally the one who was on top and making the decisions. I stopped and moved back up. “Why did you stop?” He asks me as I pressed him back down again. “I’m not stopping, just taking things slow.”

Morgan POV

I rolled my eyes at her as she was joking around. “I will not forget about this baby.” I crossed my arms again behind my head and watch her undressing herself. A smile was forming on my face as she looked a bit shy again. “Come on baby, I already know how you look naked.” She pulled the shirt over her head and revealed her breast. “No bra?” She shook her head and there the shirt to the side. “I never wear a bra when I go to bed or when I’m relaxing in bed Morgan.” Her hands went back to my chest to touch me. My hands went to her hips, touching the last fabric that was on her, her panties.

She was slowly riding against my thighs as she was kissing my neck. “Baby just hop on top, I feel your wet pussy against my thighs.” My hands moved over her back, slowly down to her ass. “You make me crazy Morgan.” She looked up at me with those beautiful innocent eyes of hers. “You don’t even know what you do to me baby.” I gently squeezed her ass, making her moan. “See, don’t torture yourself like this baby.” She moved back up and traced her nails against my skin. She slightly moved her hips a bit back and pulled her panties down. She was dripping like a waterfall, it was running down her thighs and she obviously was a bit embarrassed about it. “No don’t hide yourself, it’s normal baby.” I gently touched her cheek to let her know I wasn’t judging her or making fun about it.

“I have condoms in my drawer.” I pointed at the desk but she didn’t moved away. She laid one of her hands on my stomach, the other one went down to my dick. “Baby, you sure? I know you don’t really like the mess afterwards, I have them…” before I could finish my sentence she sat down on my dick. “Too late.” She says with a grin on her face. My hands went to her hips as she started to move. “Just roll your hips, yeah just like that baby.” I was guiding her with my hands as she started to ride me. Her hands were on my chest as she was moving her hips. “Fuck this is good baby.” I squeezed her hips and enjoyed the view from her being on top as she was softly moaning

She was getting tied, her legs started to hurt and she was getting frustrated. “I’m done Morgan, please take over.” I smiled and gently rolled us over. “You did good baby, we just need to practice a little bit more.” She nods and immediately touched my back. “Just fuck me Morgan.” I placed a kiss on her lips and started to fuck her slowly. Her moans filled the room and I started to sped up a little bit. “You’re the best baby.” My hands went over her body, my lips were on her neck, sucking on her skin as it felt some hickies behind.

She came all trembling and moaning against my body. I was close as well and started to pound In her wet squeezing pussy. “Fuck…” I hide my face in the crock of her neck and moaned her name a few times before releasing my sperm inside of her. “Fuck that was good.” I was panting and covered in sweat. She was smiling at me as sweat was dripping down her forehead. “I hate these blankets.” I said as we were covered in them. She giggles and throws her arms around me. “I love you.” I smiled at her and cupped her right side of her face. “I love you too darling.”

[alphawolfstabs]

18+ below the cut <3

I keep thinking about Stu and Billy seeing Saw in theaters and MREOW I’m writing the delicious porn <3 [Not beta read! I’ll do that later! Please don’t point out anything that’s innocent!!]

[alisonfelixwrites]

pierced (*) // informed consent one shot (1)

!! this series was originally harry styles fanfiction, i edited it and changed his last name :)

Description: a series of one shots following 'informed consent: short story' -- in which mia and harry continue to explore their relationship and mia comes up with the bold idea to get piercings together

Word count: 11,533

Content: fluff!!!! smut: grinding, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk, fingering

informed consent masterlist

general masterlist

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Mia was staring at Harry.

She had been for a long time, and by the small smile on Harry’s lips, she felt like he knew she was staring at him.

Mia sat at her usual spot in the library, her legs pulled up to her chest to make herself comfortable as she tugged at the sleeves of a large jumper – one she borrowed from Harry after making her way to campus and realizing it was much colder than she anticipated. She had called Harry on the way over and he gladly pulled something out of his closet for her to wear.

Harry wasn’t sure how to admit to Mia how sexy she looked in his clothes. She was basically swimming in his jumper, the sleeves already rolled up but still making her hands look like little paws, and the neckline revealed her own, thinner jumper she wore underneath.

He wasn’t sure how to bring that across to her, because what he really wanted to say was that he wanted to fuck her into oblivion as she wore that sweater. 

And obviously, he couldn’t use those words without giving Mia a stroke, so he kept his mouth shut.

Mia was more subtle in her ways of admiring Harry. She did so by staring at him for what felt like hours. Without blinking. Without realizing time moved by. Without remembering how to breathe.

He sat opposite her today, their books and notes sprawled out on the table they had to themselves. He leaned his elbow on the table, his jaw on his hand as he stared at his notes with a furrowed brow, flipping a pencil around between his other fingers.

Bony, long fingers.

Mia was near drooling. 

He wore his regular beanie to keep his wispy hair away from his face, to keep himself focussed while studying. He wore a similar jumper to hers, and Mia suspected that Harry liked for them to match. The pencil between his fingers had been swapped after he destroyed the pen he used earlier, leaking ink all over the fingers of his writing hand.

It had smudges now, and somehow Mia found that even sexier. There were some remains of chipped polish on his nails – something he insisted Niall did to him when drunk but Mia felt like he was just too shy to admit that he liked painting his nails – and there was the birthmark on his wrist. 

She loved that detail of him. She loved him.

“Mia.” Harry murmured softly and she snapped out of her thoughts, lifting her rounded eyes, “Hm?”

Harry shot her a small smile, “You’re staring.”

It was the fourth time in a little over an hour, that he called her out for it. Mia nibbled on her lip and blushed, nodding to herself, “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” He whispered and Mia dropped her pen while letting out a sigh, “I’ve been studying really good for the past few hours, H.”

He nodded with an amused smile, “I know.”

Mia pouted at him, “Then why can’t we take a break?”

Harry chuckled and leaned over the table, staring at Mia’s notes in front of her. He had to tear his eyes away from her pouty face before he devoured her right here. Her hair was in a braid today, but more messy then usual. She was fresh-faced for their day of studying in the library and Harry was surprised how Mia was the bad student today. For once.

Usually it was him being distracted by her and her having to motivate him with little kisses to keep going. But Mia had a hard time today. She hadn’t seen Harry in two days and she had been so bubbly and excited since last night that she hardly slept.

He offered her a gentle smile and when Mia felt like his hands were in reach, she stretched hers out to feel his fingers. She didn’t care if she got ink smudges on them, she just wanted to feel his warmth. Harry leaned over the table further, “Sweetheart,” he crooned, “we’ve only been studying for less than two hours. I thought you said you wanted no breaks until lunch?”

“But I missed you.” She whispered, a small flush rising up her cheeks. In the weeks of her and Harry dating, she tried to get more comfortable with voicing her feelings. Like he was. Harry’s lips curled up into a pleasant smile and he gently squeezed her hands, “I missed you too, my love.”

“Then can I maybe get a kiss?” She softly spoke.

“Will that make you continue studying?”

Mia eagerly nodded and Harry sighed, giving in. He made it seem like it was a task, just to tease her, but by the time he reached, his hands hungrily grabbed at the sides of her face to tilt her head back.

He stood over her chair as she held onto his elbows, while he pressed his lips against hers. She tasted like her morning coffee from a short moment ago and he sighed out through his nose, kissing her firmly.

Harry’s friends had insisted on a ‘guy’s weekend’, which meant he had only seen Mia briefly on Friday night before being stuck with his mates on Saturday and Sunday. He had catching up to do with his studying and was still fighting off a hangover he felt like could take weeks to disappear, but Mia just made everything better.

He had been on his phone the entire weekend, calling her every chance he could to hear her sleepy voice late at night. They spoke until she fell asleep and he desperately tried to wake her for a bit, needing to hear her voice again. And then he’d leave her voice notes which she’d listen to in the morning.

Harry’s friends had branded them as clingy. It wasn’t new, it was also what Hazel called them and Harry couldn’t really disagree. He was always in arm’s reach from Mia, wanting to constantly touch her.

But Harry’s friends had missed him, and he couldn’t deny he had been spending a lot of time with his girlfriend. Harry and Mia tried to keep their private time, private. She hadn’t been around his friends all too much and Harry knew it wasn’t because she didn’t like them, but crowds still caused her anxiety to spike even if it were people she knew.

Mia blossomed when it was just the two of them. She got cheeky and teasing, crawling on top of him and initiating kisses until Harry felt floaty and breathless. 

It had been a couple of weeks since Harry and Mia touched each other for the first time, divulging in a physical lust that lead them to her bed with his head between her legs and her name shakily trembling from his lips as his eyes rolled back.

Things hadn’t gotten easier for Harry. If anything, he couldn’t get the image out of his head of a writing Mia with her doe eyes full of hunger and her lips open as they smeared against his. He couldn’t stop thinking of the way her body moved on top of him, grinding him to an orgasm.

They had done it twice more since then, usually in the same way. In her bed, Harry on top and kissing her until they somehow slipped of a few pieces of clothing. Harry knew Mia was shy to touch him, but her eyes had been curious the first time he pulled his prick out to jerk off after making her finish on his tongue.

Mia had stared intently at how his fist wrapped around his shaft, veiny and red and the head enlarged and weeping precum that streaked over her tummy. And then she slowly dragged her eyes up his bare chest until reaching his eyes, and Harry’s face screwed up into pleasure before he begged her to let him cum – and she did. She gave him the permission and her words were hardly out before he doubled over with a groan and a squeeze to her hip, releasing on her soft skin.

Mia had learned that Harry had a thing with that. Asking her if he could finish. As if he needed her permission to do so, as if it turned him on to have her take control. It was thrilling but also scary, because Mia wasn’t sure if she’d ever be ready for that. After doing stuff three times, she had grown slightly comfortable with Harry taking on that role. It had turned a little predictable, but Mia liked that.

Structure.

Hazel called her a control freak over it, but used the word perfectionist to bring the message across a little gentler. 

“No, one more.” Mia pouted against Harry’s lips as he pulled back, her fingers tugging on the sleeve of his jumper and he chuckled, bumping their noses together, “One more,” he whispered, “and then we continued.”

“Since when are you such a serious student?” Mia scoffed slightly in fake frustration and Harry’s dimples popped in an amused smile, shaking his head lightly, “I’ve corrupted you.” He whispered, kissing her again.

Mia tried to push herself off of the chair to kiss him deeper but Harry pulled back in time before they got out of hand, leaving Mia with a pouty face that he could feel pulling on his heartstrings.

It didn’t help that she was studying for her least favourite subject – data analysis – and that she had sort of made up her mind to switch to something else after Christmas exams. One semester into doing something she didn’t like, felt like enough.

She felt like she had settled on anthropology, but was continuously going back and forth without being able to make up her mind. It didn’t help that she couldn’t ask her parents for advice, because she had yet to tell them.

She had a little call with them over the weekend – probably another reason why she felt like she needed Harry so much right now – and it just didn’t come up. In the sense that Mia actively avoided talking about it.

She had admitted softly that she had stopped the therapy sessions and they had reprimanded her enough for that, she didn’t want to add fuel to an already raging fire. One disappointment at the time, she felt. Of course, her father continued comparing her academic career to her brother’s, who passed every exam with flying colours. 

Aden was in business school more up north and Mia had to admit she hadn’t heard of him in months. She didn’t miss him.

“Mia.” Harry sighed, and she lifted her gaze again to see him shooting her a stern look, “You have to study. You’ll be disappointed in yourself if you don’t finish that chapter before lunch.”

She sighed and tucked her knees up a little higher, getting comfortable on the wooden chair she somehow fit on while folding herself in half. Her fingers tucked her loose hair behind her ears and she clicked her pen, “It’s so boring.”

“I know. But you’re a good girl and if you want to keep being a good girl, you’ll do as I ask you to.” Harr murmured. A tingle shot up Mia’s spine and it didn’t go unnoticed by Harry. He had noticed it before, how Mia just loved praise. In any sense of the word. He used it in sexual moments, but also in loving moments, and also in teasing moments – like right now.

She blushed a little, remembering how he went on and on about how good of a girl she was last weekend with her thighs split over him and his hands on her ass as she sat on top of him in a little thong that made him moan out with screwed-shut eyes the first second he laid eyes on it.

Mia had flushed a furious shade of red after putting on the delicate little piece of lingerie. She had taken Hazel’s advice and shopped for some pretty stuff to surprise Harry, but also to make herself feel sexier and more confident.

Harry couldn’t help but wonder at all times what she was wearing underneath her clothes. She wore tight leggings today to be comfortable at the library when studying, with her black boots and his jumper covering her up.

“Eyes on the notes, Mia.” Harry tutted her and she exhaled a trembling breath with soft pink cheeks while nodding, “Okay.”

He nodded with a smile and then turned his attention back to his own notes, trying not to be too distracted by her heavenly floral scent hanging around her. Harry couldn’t wait to have her smell all over his jumper. He was sure he’d sleep with it.

Mia and Harry refrained from sleeping together during the week, but over the past few weekends they had spent nights in her bed most often. On the nights that they didn’t get lost in each other’s bodies, they watched movies on her computer while cuddling up, or they stayed up and read their books or spoke about philosophy until dozing off to sleep.

Harry clung to her as Mia easily adapted to whatever position Harry pulled her in. She was the easiest sleeper he had ever come across, hardly moving throughout the night and she slept through all of his accidental kicks or elbows to the ribs or snores he exhaled into her neck.

Mia and Harry held true to their words, studying until lunch came around. Mia’s growling stomach indicated that it was noon, and Harry pushed his stuff together while letting out a sigh, then stretching his arms up in a yawn before relaxing his shoulders.

Mia’s eyes were back on him, as intently as ever as he glanced at her again. Harry wasn’t someone who got shy or blushy a lot, but Mia’s intense gaze could turn his cheeks pink easily. He chuckled a little, “What?”

She was back to staring at him with that wonder in her eyes, like he was the only thing she’d ever seen. Mia bit her lip and shrugged, “Nothing, I just love you.”

“Mia,” Harry softly cooed, “you absolute angel.” He got up to his feet, chair scraping back on the hardwood floors of the library. The winter sun shone through Mia’s favourite window in her favourite space, lighting up Harry in a soft hue as he walked over to her and cupped her cheeks again like he did before, tilting her head back, “I love you too.”

They kissed again, a few loving little doting kisses on waiting lips before pulling back when Mia’s stomach growled again. 

“Let’s get some food into you, for an entire afternoon of productive studying.” Harry smirked as he pulled her up. Mia whined quietly, trying not to disturb any other students who were hidden behind the shelves of books surrounding their table in the library. Mia and Harry gathered their stuff and pushed their notes together to reserve their seats, before they put on their thick coats and exited the building.

Their hands were bundled together into Harry’s coat pocket and Mia tiredly leaned into his arm a little while making their way to the cafeteria on campus.

Harry waddled behind her in the line for food, suggesting that Mia took the warm soup and a bagel as he went for a club sandwich and planned on finishing off whatever soup Mia couldn’t finish. They had a thing for sharing some of their food ever since their first date. It just brought a sense of connection and comfort to eat half their food and switch plates. 

They sat down at one of the tables in the middle, slipping in at a table where Harry recognized a few people from. They left room in between to have a bit of privacy, but Mia found herself glad to not have her lunches by herself anymore. If anything, she sought company during lunch.

She asked Hazel for her schedule or tried to have lunch at home when she had a skip in her classes. Or she texted Harry and they met up.

Sometimes, they studied at his dorm or Harry came over to the apartment and him, Hazel and her formed a little study club around the kitchen table. 

All that they knew was that the past two weeks, classes had ended and it was full time study mode right about now. Exams started in a week and finished right before Christmas. Mia felt like she was somehow a little bit on schedule, but was still tremendously freaked out by all the things she had yet to do.

Harry, on the other hand, felt prepared as ever. He had never studied this much, had never felt so motivated, had never felt so inspired. All because of his Mia.

“Is it good?” Harry asked while chewing his food. Mia winced a little as the hot tomato soup burned her tongue a little. She fanned at herself, making Harry chuckle a little before she swallowed it down, “Really good, really hot.”

“I can tell.” He smiled, reaching his hand out for her spoon to take a little bit. He blew air on the orange soup and then put it in his mouth, tasting it too. He hummed and put the spoon back, “Really good. You want a bite of mine?”

He offered her his sandwich and Mia nodded, taking it from Harry as they shared their lunch.

“I don’t want to study anymore.” Mia complained while swirling her spoon through the soup. Harry chuckled, “Me neither. But we’re doing good, aren’t we?”

Mia nibbled her lip and straightened up, “Can’t we like… get a treat for ourselves tonight?”

Harry’s mind went to the filthiest places and he breathed out a chuckle, “I can think of a few treats.” He didn’t stop himself from speaking his mind and Mia blushed as she caught on, “Not like that.” She murmured before shrugging, “Well – maybe like that.”

Harry paused in raising his sandwich, staring at her with his brows up in surprise, “Seriously?”

Mia blushed deeper and didn’t say anything as she shifted in her seat and Harry put his sandwich down while chuckling, smirking at her with a little hum, “Y’really did miss me this weekend, did you?”

“I did.” Mia murmured and Harry’s heart thrashed in his chest as he reached his hand over to find her fingers, two dainty rings on her middle and pointer one, “Are you inviting me over to stay the night on a Monday, Mi?”

Mia’s chest fluttered at the nickname. Mi. She found herself nodding without even realizing it, always in a trance whenever Harry looked at her with these intense, teasing eyes and that lopsided smirk on his lips which just made her swoon, “Yes.” She whispered, “If you want to.”

Harry giddily nodded, “Of course I do. I missed you took, y’know?”

“You did?”

He nodded again, “Of course. Thought about you the entire time, missed waking up with you.”

Mia fought her wide smile as she squeezed his hand back, “Me too.”

“So, what adventurous thing do you want to do then tonight?”

Mia’s brows raised, “Oh – I-I don’t know.” She backtracked quickly and Harry smiled at her, “No, no, I think you had something in mind.” He teased a little. He wanted to know the ins and outs of Mia’s brain – especially the parts she kept hidden from him. He knew she had a dirty side. A very dirty side.

She had told him about her wet dreams and about the chats she had with Hazel to expand on her sexual knowledge. Mia knew stuff. She read stuff, she’d seen stuff. She was just too shy to initiate anything and Harry was still a little stuck in knowing how fast or far he could go with her. Besides, he was more than satisfied with what they did now.

He still just really didn’t want to scare her off in any way. 

Mia nibbled her lip as she glanced her eyes up, “I did have an idea…”

Harry’s heartbeat picked up, wondering if she was really going to speak her mind about what she wanted in bed tonight, if she was really going to say the words, if she really had certain fantasies.

“Yeah?” He asked with a dry throat as Mia shifted and cleared her throat, “Mhm. I-I’ve been thinking of getting my ears pierced.”

Harry’s shoulders dropped a little as he frowned, “Oh.” It wasn’t what he was expecting, but Mia didn’t pick up on his confusion as she sighed out, “Yeah. I’ve had them pierced since I was a little girl, but I’ve kind of wanted to get like a second piercing, in my lobe.”

She brushed her braid over her shoulder to expose her left ear, and Harry stared at the little, subtle diamond stud in her lobe that he hadn’t really even noticed before. She had to be always wearing it for it to stand out this little, Harry thought. Mia then tapped her pointer finger to the skin next to her earring, “So here, maybe? I don’t know, what do you think?”

Harry cleared his throat and nodded, “I think it’d look really good. You’d be very pretty with it, sweetheart.”

“I just hope it doesn’t hurt too much.”

“Well, you’ve had the other two done, right?” Harry asked and Mia chuckled, “Yeah, but I was like… seven. I don’t remember.”

Harry cracked a smile, “If you don’t remember, it couldn’t have been that bad.” He convinced her. Mia smiled back and it grew a little wider as she nodded, “Okay. Well then, that’s what I’d like to do tonight.” She sounded proud, and Harry knew she was giddy. In Mia’s books, this was her acting completely crazy. It was doing something unplanned, a little risky, without her parent’s approval.

And Mia did feel a little reckless about it, but in a good way. Hazel would be proud, she felt. Taking a decision without making a pro’s and cons list and talking herself out of it about eighteen times before making the appointment and then cancelling last minute… she was stepping away from that.

She was going to do this. She was going to get her ear pierced. Tonight.

Mia’s chest bubbled in excitement as she played with Harry’s fingers, “Will you come with me?”

“Of course.” He nodded, “I’ll hold your hand.”

Mia nodded and then shrugged, “You know – uh… maybe you could… think about getting that nose ring again?”

He narrowed his eyes as his smirk slowly grew, “Yeah?”

She shrugged again, “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Mia…” Harry mused, “you’d like to see me with that nose ring, wouldn’t you?”

“Just… a normal amount.” She denied, “No more than I want to see you every day.”

Harry huffed out a chuckle, “Sure, you’re a shit liar, baby.”

His cursing came naturally yet Mia wasn’t accustomed to it yet. Especially when doing anything sexual, Harry could get very vocal and talkative. In a good way. Mia really took in his words in moments like that, and they travelled straight between her legs to make her even wetter than she already was.

She blushed a little at his words and rolled her lips inside her mouth, shyly leaning back into her chair to pull up one leg, “Maybe I’d like to see you wearing it, yeah.” She admitted softly.

“I did take it out when I started uni…” Harry mused out loud and Mia pouted a little, “Yeah, but lots of students in philosophy have piercings and tattoos. It’s not like the school forbids it.”

“Shit, baby, you really want me to get that hoop through my nose, hm?” Harry teased, fake sternly grabbing her fingers and Mia giggled to herself, sliding her phone towards Harry, “Will you call and make the appointment for tonight?”

He smiled, “Okay. So studying, piercings, dinner at your place and a sleepover? ‘S my lucky day.”

“Mine too.” She softly crooned, falling in love with him all over as Harry took her phone and dialled the number.

***

Mia regretted her decision a few hours later, when they were packing up their stuff a little before six to get the last appointment at the parlour. 

Her little spurt of confidence had been short-lived, and she had to admit she had a bad studying day because before lunch, she had been constantly distracted by Harry, and after lunch, she had been constantly worrying about this piercing and if it would fit her.

Mia knew it was only an earlobe, not even cartilage or anything. If she wanted to take it out, she would and no one would know. It wasn’t a big deal, most people wouldn’t even notice.

She had made the decision in the blink of an eye, and now she felt like maybe she had to think it over a little bit. She couldn’t even imagine what her parents would say if they ever noticed. Harry gently held her hand as they exited the library. Mia smiled warmly at the librarian as Harry shot her a bit of a grumpy look before they braved the cold.

“Gonna walk home with me really quick to pick up my stuff for tonight, Mi?” Harry asked as they walked the campus grounds. Mia didn’t answer as she kept her eyes low and Harry softly squeezed her fingers before bringing their hands back together in his pocket, “Hm? What’s on your mind?”

“Oh.” She lifted her head and shook it, “Nothing, promise. Yeah, sounds good. We’re here now anyway.”

Harry narrowed his eyes, “Told you you’re a shit liar. You having second thoughts about the piercing?”

“A little.” She murmured and Harry hummed, “That’s okay. You don’t have to do it if you don’t feel like it. Or you can, but maybe another day if it doesn’t feel right.”

Mia pressed her lips together, “But… You’re coming with me because I asked you too and you’re getting your nose redone. So how sad would if be if I dragged you there and then didn’t even get anything myself?”

Harry chuckled, “Not sad at all. Like I said, you don’t have to do it if you don’t feel like it.”

“But I do feel like it.”

Harry turned his head to face her, nose slightly pink from the cold as she was bundled up in a thick coat and scarf, “Then what’s on your mind, my love?”

The many nicknames made her want to kiss him stupid over and over again. Mia caught her breath and shrugged, “I don’t know. I think I’m just a little scared.”

“It won’t hurt, if that what you’re worried about. It’s not cartilage, it’s just a little…” he brought his other hand to her free ear, trapping her lobe between his fingers before gently pressing down, “sting.”

“Harry.” Mia laughed, leaning out of his grip as he chuckled. Mia then sighed, “I don’t know. It’s stupid. I should just do it, right? I’m making a big deal out of this.”

“Maybe.” He shrugged, “I mean, I think you’d look incredible with it,” He pulled his key out of his other pocket, “I think you look amazing in everything.”

Mia blushed a little as they entered his building, the warmth embracing them as they took the elevator up and Harry let them into his apartment. It smelled like curry and Niall was hanging on the couch as they walked in.

Harry lifted his brows, “Hi. Seems like you’ve had a productive day.”

“Hey.” Niall greeted back, mouth full of food, “Well, didn’t have my usual study group so who can blame me.”

Mia offered Niall a small smile, “You’re welcome to join us in the library.” It earned her a little jab in the ribs from Harry, who shot her a look and shook his head, only making her smile wider. Niall grumbled something, “Nah, ‘s not really my scene. I prefer to study on the couch.”

Mia jumped up in surprise when the door flung open and Louis and Zayn walked in, both dressed in baggy clothing. Louis’ face lit up when he saw Mia, pulling her into a side hug. She clumsily fell into the affectionate gesture but felt relieved when the hands around her body disappeared again. Harry shot her a sympathetic smile and she dropped her shoulders again when relaxing.

She still wasn’t the best with unprepared physical contact, but she knew that the more she’d get to know Harry’s mates, the better it would get.

“Niall,” Zayn groaned, “you swore you’d tell us when the food arrived.”

Niall shrugged and Louis scoffed, “You’ve eaten like half our stuff! You little shit!”

Mia watched in amusement as the boys fought over dinner, while Harry was in his room grabbing a few things to spend the night. He packed his duffle bag with some extra underwear, toiletries and some clothes for tomorrow. He packed an extra jumper in case Mia wanted one of his again. He wouldn’t mind.

“Mia, are you not staying for dinner? I mean – we can order something else. Don’t think Niall’s left much.” Zayn chuckled as Harry exited his room. Mia sat down on the little pouf off to the side as she smiled at his offer and then shook her head, “Harry and I have plans, actually. But thank you.”

“You need to have dinner with us sometime.” Louis chimed in, snatching the food away from Niall and Zayn hummed in agreement. Mia straightened up and blushed a little, “A-Alright. Yeah. Okay.”

“C’mon, love.” Harry mumbled, swinging his duffle bag over his shoulder before waving at his friends, “See you guys tomorrow. Try not to kill one another.”

With Mia’s hand in his, they left again and strutted through the cold campus on their way into the city area. There was a piercing parlour not too far from campus and the guy said they could come in around six thirty as their last appointment of the day. Mia cuddled into Harry’s muscular arm while braving the December cold.

A few Christmas decorations had been put up around campus and it covered everything in a really festive glow. Mia loved it, constantly pointing out little details to Harry who swooned at her enthusiasm. He’d call her cute and smear his lips against hers in the middle of the street, which made Mia blush at their public display of affection.

Her and Harry didn’t brag about their relationship much at school. They got curious looks, from both students and teachers but didn’t do anything besides some hand holding and maybe a kiss on the cheek. 

“Here it is.” Mia breathed as they stood in front of the little shop. It looked grungy and a little scary even, Mia had to admit. It was also a tattoo parlour so the windows were covered in pictures of tattoos, different sketches, doodles, varying from snakes with knives through them to dainty little flowers.

“Got a few tattoos done here a couple months ago.” Harry remembered with a nod before giving Mia’s hand a slight squeeze, “Let’s go in, ‘m freezing.”

They entered the shop together to be greeted by a tattooed and bearded man behind the registry. Mia awkwardly shuffled behind Harry a little. She had never felt so out of place anywhere ever before and she tightly clung to his hand, shying herself from the man behind the registry.

He probably thought she was so silly coming in here, looking like that. She peaked at him over Harry’s shoulder, noticing the friendly smile he shot her boyfriend. Harry nodded at him, “Hi, I called for an appointment earlier.”

“Yeah,” The man nodded, “Sinclair, right?” He checked his computer screen, “Got you up here for two piercings.”

“That’s right.” Harry confirmed, glancing at me over his shoulder with a reassuring nod, “My girlfriend would like a second piercing in her ear, like in the lobe. And I’d like to re-pierce my nose.”

The guy hummed and nodded, “Okay, sounds good. So, I’m Lyle, and I’ll be doing your piercings tonight. You guys can both fill out one of these forms, it’s pretty standard.” He pulled out two sheets and handed them to both Harry and Mia. She reluctantly accepted, pulling out her pink sparkly pen out of her own bag before her and Harry were hunched over the registry to fill it out.

It was questions like if she was allergic to anything, if she took any specific medication, if she was on blood thinners, and anything like that. Her and Harry filled it out in silence before he quickly scanned his eyes over hers. He basically knew these forms by heart, having them filled out a billion times for his tattoos before. 

“Here you go.” He handed both their forms back to Lyle and he nodded, “Alright. Who wants to go first?”

Harry flicked his eyes to Mia, who pressed her lips together and shot him a look. Harry was about to open his mouth but Mia beat him to it, “Me.” She piped up. She got raised brows from Harry in return, surprise written over his face. She sighed out, “If you go first and I have to watch, I’ll never go through with it.”

He chuckled out, “Fair enough, love. Alright.”

“Okay, you can both come with me.” Lyle guided them through some hallways and into one of the rooms where there was a black table for them to lie on, along with more doodles and sketches littering the walls. Harry had his eyes trained in concentration on some of the tattoo designs while Mia slipped off her coat and was instructed to sit down on the table.

“Do I have to lie down?” She asked, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear.

Lyle shook his head with a gentle smile, “No, you don’t. You can just sit like that. Lobe piercings really don’t hurt, it’s a little sting and it heals quickly, doesn’t bleed a lot.”

Mia perked up a little bit, a tight-lipped smile on her lips, “Okay.”

“Have you decided which ear you’d like?” He asked, pulling a few things out. Mia subconsciously felt with her fingers to her ears, “Uh – left, I think.”

“Which side do you usually sleep on?”

Mia puckered her lips in thought until Harry stood by her side at the table, playing with the ends of her braid, “Right.” He answered.

“Perfect.” Lyle nodded. Mia smiled gently at Harry, who seemingly knew her better than she knew herself. She relaxed a little more into her seated position and her eyes widened when Lyle pulled up an array of little piercings, “You can pick one of these for me to put in. Take your time.”

“Wow.” She mumbled, letting her eyes dart over the many options. Harry peaked over her shoulders too, humming, “These are very pretty. They’d all look great on you.”

“This one’s really nice.” She stroked the tip of her finger over one of the little heart piercings and Harry hummed, “Really nice.” His eyes travelled over the range of little flower piercings too.

“Oh!” Mia exclaimed with a gasp and a grin, “Harry, there’s a little bumblebee piercing!”

He chuckled, “Yeah, there is.” He looked at the little silver bee piercing which Mia had her eye on, “I want that one.” She murmured.

“Have you picked one?” Lyle asked, putting gloves on his hands. Mia eagerly nodded, “Yes, I-I’d like the little bumblebee. Please.”

“Of course, great pick.”

“Thank you.” She blushed a little, smiling at Harry who nodded at her with pride in his eyes. He let his hand slip to her lower back, letting him feel he was here for her. Mia got instructed to put her hair fully behind her ear, and she straightened up as the her ear got disinfected.

“Okay, ‘m gonna put a little dot on where I think it’d look good. And you tell me if you like it there, yeah?” Lyle spoke. Mia nodded with her lip between her teeth, stifling a little giggle as the marker he used tickled her lobe. Harry kept his eyes on her adorable little smile, the excitement evident on her face.

Lyle handed her a mirror and the corners of Mia’s lips curled up as she looked at the little black dot next to the diamond stud and she flicked her eyes to Harry, “What do you think?”

He pressed his palm into her lower back, fighting the urge to kiss her right here. He licked his bottom lip, “Think it looks great, angel. How about you?”

“I like it.” She murmured, staring at the placement again before lowering the mirror, “Y-Yeah, that’s good.”

He nodded in appreciation before getting everything ready, “Alright. You can just sit up straight and tilt your head a little bit. ‘M gonna pull your lobe just a tad.”

Mia puffed out a breath and straightened up, Harry moving to her other side to gently hold her hands and play with her fingers as Lyle disinfected the area again and got the piercing ready, “It’s just gonna be a little sting and then it’s over, okay?”

“Okay.” Mia squeaked, squeezing Harry’s hands tightly until she felt the pressure on her lobe, the skin being pierced tightly by the device in Lyle’s hand, “There we go.” He mumbled.

Mia bit her tongue as she harshly gripped Harry’s fingers and he squeezed her hands back, “Doing good, Mia. It’s done already.” Harry smiled at her reassuringly. After the first sting subsided, Mia let out a breath and her lips widened in a smile, “It is?”

“Yeah.” Lyle confirmed, pulling back, “Just a second.”

Mia relaxed in the seat a little as Lyle cleaned her up a little bit with a cotton swab, the few little drops of blood being wiped away to leave her ear clean and crisp. He then handed her a mirror, “Here you go.”

“Oh my gosh.” Mia gasped with a beaming glimmer in her eyes, “It looks so good!”

Harry smiled and chuckled out, pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek as Lyle had his back to them. Mia stared at her reddened and slightly swollen lobe, decorated with a little silver bumblebee piercing. She turned to Harry, “Harry, I love it.”

“I love it too.” He smiled, cheeks hurting from witnessing the excitement in Mia’s face. She giggled giddily before exhaling a breath, “Thank you so much.” She spoke to Lyle who offered her a gentle smile, “It’s fine, miss. I think you picked a nice one. Looks great.”

She beamed at the compliment and was then ordered to switch places with Harry. He was a lot less nervous than she was and didn’t necessarily need Mia to hold his hand, but she wanted to. Partly to be there for him, partly to distract herself from the dull throb in her lobe which had been violated by ramming a piercing through it.

“Are you okay?” Mia checked in all the time as Harry laid down on his back and Lyle shone a light on his nose to clearly see where the previous piercing hole was. Harry chuckled under his breath, “’M great, Mia. Don’t worry about me.”

“It’s not actually even closed all the way.” Lyle murmured, “So it’s basically gonna be me piercing the skin, but not your cartilage. So it’ll heal quickly.”

Harry nodded, “Okay, that’s great.”

“D’you want a hoop or a stud? Normally we do studs first but since it’s an old one that we’re redoing…”

Harry glanced at Mia, who nibbled her lip, “Hoop.” She softly murmured and Harry smirked before nodding, “Hoop it is.”

Barely a few minutes later, Harry’s right nostril had a little silver hoop in it, complimenting his already impeccable nose. His eyes had watered a little from the pressure but he was calm and breathing normally while Lyle cleaned up a little. Harry got a few more instructions on how to take care of his piercing since they still went through cartilage, but it didn’t bleed or hurt much.

Mia stared at him, in wonder of his strength to the point she forgot about her own pierced ear. Harry got back up, inspecting his old new piercing in the mirror with a grin on his lips. Mia was in disbelief of how himself he still looked. It was like the hoop fit straight into his face, hardly standing out against his skin. 

“You like it?” He checked as Mia pulled her coat back on. She grinned and nibbled her lip before shyly nodding, “I love it.”

Harry hummed and quickly dipped his head to press a little kiss to her lips as Lyle was back up front at the cash register. Harry breathed her in, nudging his nose with hers and not caring how it burned where the hoop pierced him, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She giggled, gently cupping his chin and tracing her thumb over the little dimple below his bottom lip. Both of them chuckled and headed out to pay what they owed Lyle. Mia declined when Harry offered to pay for her piercing and instead paid for his, giving him the nose ring as a little gift.

Harry was affectionate with her on their way back to her apartment, holding his arm around her shoulder and his duffle bag around the other. It had started snowing ever so slightly and Mia buried her cheek into Harry’s side as they walked the sidewalks and simultaneously discussed what they could have for dinner.

They eventually decided on home made pizza’s, something Hazel agreed with when they walked in. Hazel sat on the couch with some tea, immediately prompted to prepare some for Mia and Harry. Mia lit up when Hazel was around, and Harry loved to see her blossoming like this in the company of people she felt comfortable around. 

Mia was a lot looser with Hazel than around his friends, and she proudly showed off her new piercing to Hazel, who gasped and doted over it. She hardly noticed Harry got his literal nose pierced, once more because the accessory just fit him so well and it wasn’t all that noticeable.

Mia pulled her braid out, Harry’s eyes trained on her as she ran her fingers through the length of her locks and then pulled it up in a high ponytail while pulling out the ingredients. He was fully mesmerized by her, hardly listening to Hazel as she told a story about her friend, Renan. Harry just hummed a little but blocked her out, keeping his eyes trained on Mia who moved through the kitchen in her leggings, fuzzy socks and his jumper on. 

She had a concentrated look on her face while pushing on the buttons of the oven, huffing a little in frustration when she got the settings wrong.

She was adorable. She was love. Harry was so, so in love.

Mia was less shy with her affection when it was just Hazel around, and she joined in their conversation while standing behind him and wrapping her arms over his shoulders from her elevated position. Hazel fake gagged and Mia chuckled, kissing Harry’s temple as she rolled her eyes, “You’re so dramatic.” She chuckled.

“You two are disgusting.” Hazel complained and Harry laughed, “We’re not, we’re adorable.”

Hazel huffed, “Sure. Try not to be too adorable tonight, will you? I need my sleep, ‘m behind on my studying.”

Mia turned bright red at Hazel’s words as Harry sputtered out an involuntary laugh, “Fuck.”

“Oh my god.” Mia winced, burying her face in Harry’s neck from behind to hide her heated cheeks. Hazel took pleasure in teasing them, and about thirty minutes later they munched on selfmade pizza while playing a little card game. It was a little silly and made up, all three their brains tired after a full day of studying.

So when ten in the evening rolled around, Hazel started yawning and announced that she was going to bed. She and Mia cleaned up a little, insisting that Harry didn’t have to help which he felt a little bad about.

Eventually, Mia took his hand and guided him into her room too, Hazel’s door already closed for the night. Harry would always feel a thrill in his bones as he followed Mia into her bedroom, a crisp and clean space she invited him to.

They took time in the bathrooms, changing into their pyjamas and doing a little skincare before cleaning their piercings and brushing their teeth. Harry made funny faces at her through the mirror, his sleepy eyes wrinkling in laughter at her giggling, nearly drooling toothpaste as she clutched her belly at his joking.

“Do you want to watch something before we go to bed? I would really like you to give Grey’s Anatomy a go. I’m on like the sixth season and it’s so exciting, you’ll be caught up in no time.” Mia rambled as they entered her bedroom. Harry was behind her and closed the door, smirking at an oblivious Mia before he grabbed her hip and spun her around. She yelped slightly, her ponytail flying around before Harry needily pressed his lips on hers.

Mia lost her breath, legs weakening at the way his fingers tilted up her jaw and his other hand slipped towards her behind, grabbing a handful of her ass into his palm to squeeze, “Darling,” He breathed, “I love you and I’d love to watch that show with you, but I was really hoping I could have you tonight. Been thinking about it all day.”

His words made Mia’s confidence rise, and they pulled back, wet lips brushing together as she drew a breath, “Y-You have?”

“Yes.” He groaned softly, “Missed you so much this weekend.”

“How much?” She whispered. Harry smirked, lazily kissing her again and keeping her close, “Dirty girl.” He spoke, hardly audible and Mia wasn’t sure if she heard it correctly before he took another small breath, “Fucked my hand three times, thinking of you. That’s how much.”

A small moan escaped Mia’s lips and Harry chuckled in delight of her reaction, “Did y’miss me too?”

“Uh huh.” Mia nodded, feeling the bed behind her and with one little nudge of Harry’s hip, they both tumbled into the sheets. He was on top of her, t-shirts separating their bare bodies as Harry held her jaw and kissed the corner of her mouth, “How much?” He asked her own question back to her.

Mia bit her lip, wondering how on earth she could elaborate on the fact she tried to touch herself this weekend. For the first time. Like, on purpose. She was thinking of Harry and felt that warmth between her legs, which usually only happened when he was around her.

It got unbearable, so Mia snuggled under her covers and clenched her legs together, before sighing out in frustration and curiously touching herself. It didn’t feel nearly as good as when Harry did it, and she didn’t really get anywhere, but she… explored.

“Tell me.” He urged in a whisper, somehow already about to guess what was on her mind. But he needed to hear it from her. Mia swallowed thickly and avoided his eyes with a blush on her cheeks, “I-I… uh…”

“Did you touch yourself?” He asked softly, kissing her cheek. Mia’s leg bent a little around him as she found herself nodding, “Yes.”

“Holy fuck.” Harry cursed, pressing a wet kiss to her neck. She could feel him growing against her thigh, a twitch of his dick when he heard her confirmation of his little guess. Harry kissed her lips again, “That’s so hot.” He breathed, “What’d you do, hm, darling? Used your fingers?”

Mia’s heartrate picked up and she breathed in desperate air, “I t-tried.”

“Good girl.” Harry praised, “Didn’t feel good?”

She shook her head, “Not really.”

“Tell me, sweetheart… was your hand inside your panties? Or just rubbing yourself over them?”

“I-Inside.”

Harry grunted again as he rutted his hips forward, rubbing into her thigh as he choked out a breath, “Were y’wet?”

“Yes.” Mia breathed and Harry gripped her jaw tighter, “Fuck, Mia…” Harry pulled back with a dazed look in his eyes, licking his lips, “Are you wet right now?"

Her cheeks flamed up as she felt her stomach clenching together. She hadn’t noticed how tightly her hands were wound in his curls again as she swallowed and forced herself to nod, “Y-Yes.”

“Oh my god – shit.” With each word coming from her mouth, Harry had to recompose himself. He loved her so much, his body loved her so much. She was everything to him and he wanted to show her so badly.

“Can I feel? D’you want my fingers, darling? Can I touch you? O-Or my mouth?” He offered her, desperate, so desperate to feel her in any sort of way she allowed him. Mia bit her lip, her flush deepening as she felt Harry fitting his thigh between her legs to pleasure her a little bit.

It’s usually how they started out, Harry rubbing her with his thigh until Mia grew delirious and needed more. She was already so on edge now, stifling a moan at the pleasure radiating from between her legs when he pressed into her clit.

“Harry…” She breathed, arching her back. She wore a loose t-shirt, no bra with her nipples perk through the white fabric. Harry licked his lips and then leaned down, pressing his mouth over her hard nipple over her shirt. 

He had yet to see her topless, somehow they hadn’t gotten to that yet. Mia gasped at the feeling of his tongue flicking her nipple and she shuddered, fisting his hair tighter, “M-Mouth.” She gasped out, “Please.”

Feeling his wet tongue on her chest, she had no doubt in her mind that his lips were what she craved where she needed him most. Her legs were trembling as Harry groaned and hummed, “Good girl. Want my mouth, that’s what you’ll have, sweetheart. Anything for you. Taste so fuckin’ delicious.” He murmured mindlessly while kissing over her throat.

His fingers played with the waistband of her shorts, tickling her hips as her tummy flipped in anticipation. She was in heaven. Harry hovering over her, giving her his undivided attention and wanting so badly to please her. This was her dream, this was everyone’s dream. Nothing could ever be better or more intimate than this.

Which is why Mia felt confident enough to open her mouth, “Can we try something?” She piped up. Maybe it was her rash decision of the day to get her ear pierced, or maybe it was just her growing comfort and confidence around her boyfriend, but Mia felt an urge to suggest something.

Harry lifted his head, hair tousled, cheeks pink and lips wet. He breathed in harsh puffs while nodding, "Of course, Mi. What’d you have in mind?” His heart was racing with the endless possibilities of what her words might be. Mia shyly glanced away, red rising up her neck as her chest heaved and she drew a breath, “C-Can I be on top?”

Harry felt like he was having a stroke. Mia stared up at him with round eyes, insecurity in her features and a shy blush on her body. His breath stuttered, his prick twitching against her thigh as he dropped his head to her clavicle, “Can y- oh, fuck… Oh my god, please. Yes.”

Mia fought her little smile as Harry quickly rolled them around. Her ponytail tickled his biceps as she hovered over him, his hand keeping her lips pressed to his as she parted her legs around his to straddle him. Mia had always enjoyed being in Harry’s lap or having the upper hand. No matter how comforting the weight of him felt on top of her, she did enjoy the elevated position.

“You’re going to ride my face,” He breathed against her lips, “fuck, this is the best day of my life.”

Mia giggled, “Harry…” And he chuckled back while shaking his head, “No, I’ve dreamt about this, about having you like this. You’re a god damn dream, Mia.”

They shared a loving kiss before Harry reached behind him to slip off his shirt. He pulled at the edges of her shorts, raising them up her hips more to show off the shape of her split thighs and his fingers danced around the curve of her ass.

Grinding for a little bit, Harry had to stop her before he exploded in his shorts. He dropped down his back as Mia shyly glanced over him. Harry popped himself back up on his elbows, “Take off your shorts and panties, sweetheart.”

Mia fought for air as she clumsily slipped out of her bottoms. Her shirt covered her up slightly still as she nervously sat on top of Harry. His eyes devoured her, hands on her bare hips and sliding down her thighs, “Good girl, doing so good.” He rasped out. He licked his lips over and over again, urging Mia to scoot up his chest. 

Her legs split wider to fit him between, shirt riding up a little. Harry kept his eyes on hers, keeping her comfortable as Mia had her lip fit between her teeth and slowly made her way up until she was level with his face. Harry salivated, kneading her thighs, “Fuck.” He couldn’t help the curse slipping from his lips.

Mia tentatively rested her hands on the top bar of her headboard and Harry shifted her ever so slightly, “Keep looking at me, Mia.” He ordered. She softly nodded, gripping the headboard tightly and keeping her eyes locked on his dark green ones. Harry tugged her down, her mouth parting in a gasp when his tongue slipped between her saturated folds.

She watched as Harry’s jaw tensed, she watched as his eyes fluttered shut, rolling back at her taste. He moaned against her, vibrations hitting her clit when he reached her pulsing pearl and gave it a cursory suck, making Mia gasp harder. 

“Oh god,” Mia whimpered when he swirled his tongue lower, messily spreading her slickness around, “Harry.” She threw her head back, pushing her t-shirt covered boobs out and Harry gripped her ass cheeks harder. He groaned with a deep frown, pulling back with his lips saturated in her arousal, “Mia,” He breathed, “eyes on me.”

Mia forced her eyes open, curving her back again to stare down between her legs. The sight of Harry laying below her with a wet mouth and hungry eyes, made her tremble. He nipped her thigh, “Don’t take your eyes off of me. And sit down, c’mon.” He urged her.

Mia bit her lip, “I-I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Mia.” Harry’s voice was more stern, his hand tapping her ass in more of a sharp little slap. Her eyes widened at the touch, warm palm immediately soothing it after as he shot her some sort of a glare, “Fuckin’ sit down on my tongue.”

He pulled her down on him harshly, and Mia’s legs gave way a little as she sunk down on his mouth. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from being too loud, knuckles turning white from curling tightly around the headboard. 

Her toes curled along with it as she fought to keep her eyes open and on Harry. He locked his arms around her thighs to keep her anchored on top of him, and Mia couldn’t stop anymore before she moved herself back against him.

Harry bent his legs, wishing he could touch himself as he witnessed his shy little Mia fucking herself on his mouth. Harry sucked her clit between his lips, licking in pulses as she gasped and exhaled softened whimpers of his name. Her pelvis rocked against his mouth in the rhythm of his delicious flicks.

Mia’s eyes glazed over in pure pleasure as she moaned through her teeth, brows scrunched up in bliss. Harry pulled back for air, panting out against her clit that he gave a little flick, “Scoot forward a little, sweetheart.” He instructed before groaning to himself, “Fuck, can’t wait to feel you sittin’ on my cock like that.”

Mia harshly breathed as she blindly nodded at his words, scooting slightly forward. Harry’s mouth disappeared from sight but his eyes crinkled in a smirk before she felt the tip of his tongue against her weeping hole. 

“Relax.” He murmured, bringing his hand between them to press his thumb over her clit to rub little circles. Mia melted into putty and nodded, “O-Okay.” She tried to do as Harry asked, relaxing. She untensed her muscles, Harry humming in approval. He applied a little more pressure to her clit, pushing tongue deeper inside of her.

It was stretching her. Where he had only pushed one slender finger inside of her previously, his tongue was quite a bit thicker and wider. Harry flexed the muscle, letting it disappear fully inside of her before flicking.

Mia shuddered, hips starting up their rocking again while Harry started a thrusting motion – fucking her with his tongue. With the continuous circles on her slicked bundle of nerves, Mia was on the edge of an orgasm in no time.

Her one hand moved flat against the wall, pressing against it to hold herself up. She hadn’t really considered the hardships of this position, and how her legs would be sore and how she was supposed to keep herself upright. She couldn’t help it when her eyes closed and she tossed her head back.

Harry didn’t spank her for it this time, keeping his tongue buried deep between her walls while flicking her clit until she gasped in a whiny breath and she clenched around the tip of his tongue. He lapped at her, moaning as she released in an intense, convulsing orgasm. Her clit pulsed as he kept his tongue against her while Mia struggled to hold herself up and have a clear thought.

His hands kneaded her ass cheeks as Mia trembled and Harry eventually pulled back, using the muscles of his arms to gently pull Mia away and let her fall down on her back next to him on the mattress. 

He was so fucking hungry for her, immediately rolling on top of her while she dazedly blinked at him with pink cheeks. His lips found hers easily, smearing together as he pushed his tongue out to roll around with hers. His salacious hand didn’t give her a break, slipping between their bodies.

Mia gasped against his lips when he pushed a finger inside of her and curled up into her still throbbing g-spot.

“Harry!” She cried, back arching out as her legs spasmed in an aftershock of her orgasm that Harry seemingly tried to drag out. Mia’s head got thrown back as he groaned into her neck, stroking the tip of his finger into her front wall. She tightly fisted his hair, writhing away from him, “T-Too much!” She choked out, “Too much.”

Harry grunted and tapped her g-spot once more before pulling his finger out. He wondered how far he could push her if she let him, but he respected her boundaries and decided to properly let her come down from her orgasm that he could still taste. Harry pulled back, catching his breaths as he hovered over a half-naked Mia on her bed. 

His hard cock strained against his shorts, pressed between Mia’s legs to still tease her a little even if she was so sensitive. They exchanged heated little kisses until Harry dragged his wet finger up her jaw, tracing it over her bottom lip to make it glisten in her own arousal.

He felt so filthy, unable to stop all his urges this time – like had succeeded in so many times. Mia felt breathless with Harry like this, but it excited her to no end. She wanted him so much and felt on a sparkly pink cloud after that orgasm. He always managed to make her feel so good, to take such good care of her.

They maybe moved slow, but it was so satisfying. Mia kept the eye contact as she darted her tongue out, wrapping her lips softly around the tip of Harry’s finger that had been inside of her earlier. His jaw slacked softly when he watched, Mia sucking his finger deeper.

She tasted herself on him, finger pressing down her tongue. 

Harry wasn’t sure how he was going to survive her. At all. He felt ready to just about die when she hollowed out her cheeks around his digit, sucking on his finger like she would his cock. He could only imagine her with his dick fitted between her lips with that wet tongue sliding around. 

“Fuck, Mia,” Harry gasped, “can I – fuck, please…”

She popped off his finger as Harry used his other hand to quickly yank his shorts down. He pushed up his knees slightly to keep his weight off of her. His hand quickly closed around his shaft, painfully hard. His knees spread her legs, and he stared down the length of her body, seeing her bare pussy spread for him, still wet with her orgasm. 

He wanted to lean down and lick her up, get drunk on her taste over and over again. Drive her crazy, make her melt, make her scream his name, make her pull his hair, make her so confident she’d bounce on his cock one day. 

Mia dragged her foot up his calf as Harry harshly tugged on himself in rapid, tight strokes like he’d imagine her pussy to feel. God, he couldn’t wait to have her. She’d be fucking magical, he just knew it.

“Mia,” He moaned, “I love you so much.” With his finger in her mouth, her hands on his legs and his hand on himself, Harry felt the beginning of his orgasm. He searched her face for approval, and she kept sucking on his finger while nodding – silently allowing him to finish. Harry hovered over her, pink lips opened up in a deep gasp as his entire body tensed and flexed.

“Oh my god.” He choked out, eyes rolling back no matter how hard he tried to focus on Mia. She blurred in front of him as his ears rang and his orgasm spurted out of him, landing on her thighs and the hitched up shirt. 

Harry shuddered, “Shit, you always make me c-cum so fucking hard.” He whimpered out. Mia moved her fingertips up his sides, feeling the ridges of his tight muscles as he came down from his orgasm. Drops of cum leaked from him and onto her skin as Harry’s vision returned.

He felt floaty, completely floaty. He wanted to be wrapped up into her arms and sleep for a few hours, just inhaling her scent as she kissed his forehead. 

“Oh my god.” Harry sighed out, blinking his eyes open and finding Mia intently staring at him. She had a small smile on her lips, softness and love in her eyes. Harry mimicked her stare and breathed out a chuckle, “Hey.”

“Hmm, hi.” Mia murmured back with a little, lazy smile. It was a look Harry didn’t often see on her. He stayed hovered over her as he quickly leaned down to take her in a small kiss, “Was that good?”

“So good.” Mia confirmed, nibbling her lip, “so good.”

“Can I clean you up?” Harry asked in another moment of lust and hunger, a fire for her that appeared to be unable to be dosed. Mia nodded softly, assuming Harry meant he’d get up and grab some tissues or a towel, but Harry smirked at her and leaned down. 

Mia’s lips parted when she felt his lips on her hip and she lifted her head in time to see Harry licking up his release. He kept his eyes on hers, eyeing her reaction. Mia blushed when Harry licked up his own orgasm, tongue moving around her skin to clean her.

She bit her lip, up on her elbows as she watched him, “H-How does it taste?” She timidly asked. Harry chuckled, “D’you want to try?”

Mia hesitated before reaching her finger out, ready to scoop up maybe a little dollop to try. She felt confident, happy, easy here. With Harry, none of this really seemed strange or stupid. It was intimate, how they explored one another.

She learned his body and her own, and he did too. And she loved exploring him, but she also loved exploring herself. 

Harry snatched her finger though before she could reach any of his release on her tummy. He shook his head, “Not like that. Lie back, sweetheart.”

Mia felt confused and paused for a second before doing as Harry instructed her to, laying back down. She had been following his orders all night and didn’t mind doing so. He was the more confident one, and she was glad that he took the lead and guided her through everything but still respected her pace and boundaries.

Mia laid on her back as she felt Harry’s tongue licking next to her belly button before he hovered over her.

His face came over hers, and she stared at him with a small confused frown. Harry’s eyes dropped to her lips and Mia felt her heart beating violently before she drew a sharp little breath and hesitantly parted her lips a little wider. 

Harry hummed with closed lips and Mia opened up a little more, shyly pushing out her tongue. Harry watched as she struggled with figuring out what he wanted her to do, but he didn’t mind. Her cheeks were hot pink when she laid under him with an open mouth and her tongue on display. He gently stroked through her hair once, the ponytail mostly undone at this point.

Harry’s lips puckered and Mia felt fresh heat coiling up in her tummy when he let a line of cum fall from his mouth to hers. It pooled on her tongue as they maintained eye contact, and Harry swore he was about to get hard again. He was spitting his cum back into Mia’s mouth after licking it off of her.

This was heaven, Harry was sure. 

Mia swallowed whatever Harry dropped on her tongue, not sure what to make of the taste. It was salty and just slightly slimy texture-wise. She didn’t have much time to think when he guided her through a deep, lingering kiss that clouded up her brain again. They rolled around the bed a little, him without a shirt and her without any bottoms on.

It was moments later Mia shyly climbed off of the bed to go clean up. Harry teased her about her bare butt and Mia tried to shoot him a glare, but her playful smile gave it away.

With her panties on and just the shirt she hurried into the bathroom to clean a little and wash her hands. She checked her piercing again and did her hair in a bit of a tighter braid to make sure not all of it got stuck in Harry’s mouth during the night.

Padding back into the bedroom, Harry was scrolling on his phone but put it down when Mia walked in. He smiled and opened up her side of the bed to climb into, which she giddily did.

“Can you spoon me?” She whispered once they were engulfed in the darkness of her bedroom. Harry’s hand was on the full of her thigh, pulling her into him as she stroked her fingers up his back. Harry’s lips rested softly against her forehead, “Don’t you need to sleep on your right side?”

Mia’s eyes widened, “Oh my god.”

Harry chuckled and Mia pouted with a little protesting groan, “So you won’t be able to spoon me until this piercing heals?”

He anchored her thigh higher over his hips, “That’s right. But we can still cuddle, m’love.”

Mia hummed, “I’m tired.”

“Me too.” Harry yawned, “We should go to sleep.”

“Another day of studying tomorrow.” Mia sighed and Harry hummed this time, “I know. You did good today, Mia.”

She nibbled her lip, “Not really. I’m a little behind.”

Harry pulled her a little further into his chest, “Well, then we’ll sleep now so you’re nice and fresh tomorrow morning. I’ll wake you up with some coffee and we can go to the library all day. You’ve still got another week.”

Mia knew this, and she nodded at his words, “Yeah.”

It was about to be her first exam period as a uni student. She had one week left and then two weeks of tests before Christmas arrived. Her and Harry had yet to discuss how they were going to spend it.

“I mean it,” Harry sleepily murmured, pulling her even closer into him which is what he always did when falling asleep, holding her as tight as possible, “’m proud of you.”

Mia smiled into his neck, “I’m proud of you too, Harry. I love you.”

“Love you, m’sweetheart.” He whispered back.

[soaked4mk]

A challenge// Kukui x M!Reader smut shot

As requested @princeasimdiya12 :)

For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring kukui and a male reader with chastity and public nudity please? In the fic, the reader challenges Kukui to venture across town to reach a specific dating spot while naked and with his cock caged. If he makes it without being exposed or causing a scene, then he'll be uncaged and rewarded. But if he causes a scandal, he'll be kept caged longer. What do you think?

A/N: “I think I can try my best. I hope you enjoy. This was definitely a fun one to do,thank you for the request.

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Requested!!! Kukui x M!reader

One shot

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It was a normal night in Alola, and you were hanging out with the professor as per usual, in his lab.

Sitting on the comfy green couch, watching whatever documentary Kukui had turned on. You found yourself growing bored within each minute passing you by.

Kukui had come out of the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn, approaching the couch and plopping down, right next to you.

“Somebody looks like they’re having a blast…” Kukui would smirk as he places the popcorn bowl onto the table

“I’m so bored….” You say, groaning. Contrary to his statement. “We’ve been binging these boring documentaries all day…”

Kukui shakes his head, chuckling lightly while placing his hand on your knee.

“Well, if you’re so bored Y/N, then…why not come up with something better than binging these…’boring’ documentaries, hm?”

He asked in a slightly sarcastic tone, assuming you were just having your usual “I’m bored spiels”

If only he knew you would take him up with that ‘offer’.

“Oh, I’ve got something in mind…”

You say smirking at him, grabbing the remote and pausing the tv, slowly crawling over to the handsome man, causing him to freeze slightly, and clear his throat.

“I have a small challenge for you professor~ one that I think you can’t pass up…”

You bite your lower lip in anticipation for his response

“Challenge…? Well, you know I’m always up for a challenge, sweetheart.”

He smiled warmly as he cups your face, brushing your cheek with his thumb. You smile at this, giving him a devious grin.

Feigning innocence, you tap your chin with your index finger a few times before speaking. “I bet you won’t walk to our date spot, Kala’e bay… being caged up…”

Kukuis eyes widened slightly in surprise before he smiled, grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap. “You’re a naughty little thing aren’t you…? Fine. Challenge accepted, it’s gonna be a piece of ca-“

“Nude.” You say, cutting him off from his sentence.

“Nude…? You mean—“

“Mhmm, you know? Make it a real challenge? Anyone can walk around being caged, but nude as well? That’s a true challenge, don’t you think?”

You ask with your gaze flickering to his lap, then back to his eyes

“Y/N… that’s…definitely a challenge….a risky one at that.”

“Mhmmm….”

Kukui looked at your hopeful face, considering the consequences, if something were to go wrong with this game you’ve so graciously chosen, he could get into—you could get into a lot of trouble.

“Y/N… I don’t know…”

You tilt your head in question before suddenly getting an idea. You lean in slowly and begin kissing his neck, causing a small gasp to escape his lips. You nip and suck at his nape, before leaving a small love bite on it. Knowing he would melt easily with this simple gesture.

“Oh come on, you’re no fun~”

“F-fine. Fine. What are the rules then…? If you’re even serious, that is.”

“Oh trust me Kukui, I’m very serious.” You smile as you separate from his neck. “The rules are actually really simple. Don’t cause a scene, and you get rewarded. Do cause a scene, and I’ll extend your little…prison sentence.”

“Do I get to wear my lab coat at least…?”

“We’ll see…”

You say with a mischievous grin

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Kukui is standing naked in front of you. Looking down at you while you’re wearing his lab coat, you prepare his cock for its rightful place. You smile up at him lovingly, as you gently place the cold, metal ring around his cock, lifting his balls one at a time into it in the process, securing them in place, the ring was flushed against his tan complexion. then sheathing his shaft perfectly, you connect it to the ring, and pin it in place, while securing it with the padlock, a satisfying click is heard.

“Is that good?” You ask genuinely, looking up at his flustered expression. “Mhmm…” he replies softly. “Great.” You said back, giving his thighs a firm smack before standing up. “Let’s get going then.”

He nods, blush still dusting his cheeks as he walks behind you, out the door and into the cold air of the dead night. The street lights lit up the road up ahead. With a smile, you take Kukuis hand and begin to guide him up the sandy path, directing him to the dimly lit road. “See? It’s not that hard is it?” You ask, teasingly as he averts his gaze and tries to hold his composure.

“L-let’s just get this going…I don’t wanna get—“

“Caught? Alright, alright. We can go.” You giggle a bit, amused by his reaction. You two begin to walk the pavement, moonlight was shining down upon you two, and it was over all comfortable weather.

As you two continue walking, pedestrians would pass by, causing your heart to beat in excitement, you would shield Kukui slightly in attempt to have any attention drawn towards yourself, and not him. Seemingly invisible, the group of people didn’t notice the naked man walking around nude. Nor did they notice you.

“Y-Y/N… you should hand me my coat….” Kukui asks nervously.

“Hmm…no not yet. It doesn’t seem like they noticed…does it?”

“No- but—“

“But nothing… let’s keep going, it’s at least another ten minutes before we get there, if we stand here contemplating we’ll definitely be deer in headlights, now won’t we professor?”

You inquired firmly. Waiting for his response.

“R-right…” Kukui could feel his cock twitch with excitement as you spoke to him with assertiveness. Already he was aching for release the more the stakes were amped, the more excited he got.

“Well then, let’s continue.” You say, as you two begin walking again, hand in hand. The wind breezed in your skin, and you looked over to your lover, smiling and proud that he’s accepted this challenge.

Soon enough, the two of you make it to MeleMele Meadow, entering it, there were two men minding their business, backs turned to you, as you led Kukui to the small cave ahead, that would eventually lead you to Kala’e Bay.You told Kukui to crawl through the passage. For some reason though, he hesitated. Almost refusing to get on his hands and knees in order to fit through.

“Just go—or your gonna get us cau—“

You were cut off from your urging when one of the men from earlier began approaching. Your heart drops as you come to immediately regret even fathoming such an idea as this one. You push Kukui down into the flowers, covering the majority of his self, as you take a step over him, shielding him slightly as the gentlemen approached you, casually asking…

“We’re new here, just wondering if you perhaps knew the way to Hea Hea city?” He inquired, seemingly unaware of kukuis presence.

You quickly regain your composure, noticing that Kukui hadn’t been seen.

“O-oh, Hea Hea city? That’s gonna be an island over—Akala island to be exact…”

You stumble over your words slightly, as you feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins from the possibility of being caught.

The men walk away, with each other , seemingly satisfied with the answer you gave them, before exiting the meadows. As they leave, you turn around looking down at Kukui, who was lying on his stomach in the flowers.

“What. The. Hell…? You almost got us caught—“

You push him through the enternece, not even bothering to scold him any further while doing so. And soon crawl in behind, following him into the cave.

“Just what was that Kukui? You make it seem like you want to get caught…” you say with a smirk, while grabbing his wrist, helping him up from the ground. “What were the rules?” You ask him firmly.

“If I made a scene…”

“If you made a scene you’d stay caged. Isn’t that right?” You finish for him. “Now I have to go ahead and keep your poor cock right where it’s at…hmmm…?” You ask him teasingly, walking him into the cave wall, his back pressed against it as you did so.

“Turn around.”

“W-what…?”

“Don’t make me ask twice Kukui.”

He nodded, biting his lip slightly as he turned his back to you. You grab his shoulders and bend him over, his ass pressing against your already hard cock through your pants.

“You feel that don’t you, professor?”

“Y-y/n….” He stammered, as you pressed his face against the mineral covered wall.

“You already know what’s going to happen, sugar. Gotta teach you a lesson” You groan as you release your cock from the confinements of its fabric. Springing out, you smack it onto his exposed ass. Teasing his entrance with the head of your cock for a moment, before licking your fingertips and bringing them down to his hole. Circling it, gently making sure he was properly lubed up before you pressed your middle and ring fingers into him. Relishing in the feeling of him wrapping around them as you did so. A moan escaped his lips and you quickly smacked his ass in response.

“Hey now, you be quiet,take my cock like a good boy, and I’ll be sure to reward you if you come through~ you got that?”

“Mhmm…”

Kukui would softly hum, understanding the situation at hand.

With that, you grabbed the tip of your cock and pressed it against his now slick entrance, pushing slowly into him, feeling every inch of him wrapping around you as you begin to pick up pace

“F-fuck… you’re doing so good Kukui….” You grunt as you slam your hips into his.

“And don’t you even think about cumming, or the cage stays on for the rest of the week, you got that professor?” You speak firmly as you share another smack to his ass.

“Can you at least unlock—” Kukui would attempt to beg for release but was quickly met with

Another harsh smack to his ass, as you relentlessly fuck him into oblivion. “Don’t make me regret being so nice to you, love.”

“Do I make myself clear?”

You inquired just as harshly, as your hand was smacking his ass.

“oh- f-fuck…” “Y-yes Y/N….”

Kukui would whimper in response.

“Good boy.” You simply state as you continue your ruthless efforts in your coital work.

“You’re so tight, as always Kukui.”

You would pull him closer to your body, now pressing his chest up against the earths wall, pinning his wrists to each side of his head as you kept pace perfectly.

“I- I feel close, y/n….”

“You better control it, Kukui. You spat out, as you smacked his ass once again. “Or you can kiss your cocks freedom goodbye.”

You begin reaching your peak after saying this to him, clapping skin against his. “You take it so well, professor. Such an amazing cock sleeve for me, mmmmhh~”

Sloppily fucking into him, you would occasionally elicit a moan from your lover. Digging your nails into his wrists feeling a wave of arousal wash all over your form, from the sounds Kukui was making, you began to etch closer to your climax.

With one final thrust you pulled out quickly, stringing your sticky, warm seed all over the professors back. A moan leaving your lips as you finish yourself off.

“Mmhh, come here….” You say, turning him around, kissing him passionately against the wall.

“You did so good, and look… you managed not to cum. Just like I told you, hm?… What a good boy~”

You praise him, before using the sleeve of the lab coat you had on to clean up what you could off of him.

“Now… let’s get going, we’re almost there.”

You remind as you put your self away, buttoning up your pants. You take his hand and begin leading him through the cave, down to the exit l, that eventually would lead you to Kala’e Bay.

The moment you two finally reached your date spot, you smile, looking at the ocean, which was calm. And it seemed like nobody was here to bother you. A sense of pride washes over you. The way you managed to get the professor out of his comfort zone, especially like this…it was exciting and new. And the feeling you felt right now, definitely couldn’t be replicated. Not in a million years.

“Now… look at this view…”

You announce, a smug smile forming on your lips, Looking Kukui up and down.

“Y/N…”

“Oh stop, I’m just teasing, plus the hardest part is over now isn’t it? You did wonderfully with holding yourself together back there…”

You trail your hand down his bare chest, to his caged cock, which was throbbing within its confinements, begging for release.

“Y/N…please~”

Kukui whimpers, unable to take any more of your ruthless teasing.

“Please what…? Hm?”

You inquired, knowing you were edging him beyond his usual limits.

“P-please…I need you~ i- I want—

“You want me to free your poor, entrapped cock?” You cut off his sentence, smiling at his pathetic little expression.

“Well… I guess since you did such a good job in the cave back there… I can reward you for being such a good, obedient little fuck toy for me.”

You grin, as you press him against the outskirts of the rocks that formed the cave, his back once again feeling the familiarity of the earth pressing against him. A shiver went down Kukuis back as his eyes never left your lowering form. You smoothly sit on your knees, admiring his pulsating cock through the metal bars that entrapped him.

“My, my… look at this…”

You suggest, as you gently place your hands onto his entrapped shaft, tapping your nails on the metal, making small tink sounds in the process. Kissing the tip of the cold, steele of the cage, you look up at him, noticing his flustered face, and lust filled eyes, you decide to give the man what he deserves.

But before you do that, you smile wickedly as you bring your lips to the tip of the chastity, licking and teasing his head through the bars.

“Oh-Y/N~” Kukui would moan as you gently flicked your tongue, teasingly against his cock tip. Licking up and down his forced in place length, causing jolts of excitement to course through his entire body, he tilts his head back in pleasure.

Cupping his balls, as you swirled your tongue, another moan would escape your lovers mouth.

With a smirk, you lick down to his testes, feeling his heartbeat through them as you did so. Not missing a beat with them as you continue your journey with your mouth.

A shaky breath would leave Kukuis lips as he gently placed a hand on your head.

“Y/N…please~…”

Kukui almost cried out, begging you to already release him from this torment.

“Okay, okay…patience professor, patience.”

Slowly, reaching into your pocket, you pull out the tiny key, that’s made for exactly one purpose.

Bringing it up to his confined member, you gently stick the key into the padlock of the sheath, hearing a satisfying click as you unlock it, undoing the pins that held him in place. As you take his cock out of its cage, he immediately is hard, with no problem, pre cum dripping onto the sand below, pulsating with anticipation.

“Wow…tell me you want this without telling me you want this, am I right?”

You chuckle a bit, half joking as you admire his length, before looking back up at his face, which was contorted in edged pleasure. You finally give in, taking his pleading expression to heart. You lower your head, closing in as you finally begin. You take your hand and pump his shaft a couple times before bringing your lips close to his pulsating member.

it's mostly just the sensation of your breath. But you smile, able to sense his cock twitching. Once you reach the head, you slide your soft lips over it, just the tip ,gently sucking it further, swirling your tongue around it. Enjoying the sweet and salty taste of his pre cum.

While doing this, you can hear his breath catch in his throat as you continue.

“Oh~ Y/N…” he moans out in pleasure as you begin to bob your head up and down onto his cock. Taking in every inch of his length, letting him hit the back of your throat as you push further and further, lips touching the cold, metal ring that was still around his balls.

Kukui grabs the back of your head and pushes you more into his cock, savoring the feeling that he’d been thinking about since this whole ordeal began. Slurping sounds begin to be heard as you keep your pace up, along with the occasional ‘pop’ sound from releasing him completely to give him playful eye contact, before going back at it.

You would occasionally croak as he hit the back of your throat, causing vibrations to run through the professors body, involuntarily bucking his hips and he pushed your head more aggressively onto his length.

“Oh- fuck, Y/N… I- I’m close…”

Without further notice, you keep your pace the same as you etch to milk his orgasm, looking up into his eyes as you put in your efforts

His body trembles slightly as his grip on your head tightens, forcing you to bob quicker. “Y/N…I-im gonna—“

Before he could even finish his sentence, webs of semen went shooting into your mouth and down your throat, you take a moment,swallowing his load into your mouth, savoring the taste, and being sure to clean every last drop that maybe escaped your mouth.

“Mmmm.” You hum to him, in content. Wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb, licking any traces of his ejaculation up.

Kukui was a shuddering mess, panting from the moment as he was still riding off the high from his release.

Standing up, kissing his lips, making sure he would be able to taste himself off your your tongue, you smile against the kiss, tucking a strand of Kukuis hair behind his ear.

“You did so good~” You say, before pecking his cheek.

“T-thank you Y/N…” he says, shivering a bit as the late night breeze picks up.

“Of course, professor~”

You replied with a smile, kneeling back down, taking his cock into your hand, and slipping it back into the sheath of the chastity cage, locking it back in place, you put the key back into your pocket and take off the lab coat, handing it to Kukui.

“Now, let’s get you back home sweetheart.”

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[sh4wty18]

forever is the sweetest con.

all images were found on pinterest! inspired by 'cowboy like me' by taylor swift.

read pt. 2 here

pairing: jake webber x reader. cowboy!jake x bartender!reader

summary: it is july, 1895, and you own a saloon in southern texas. jake is known as 'the bandit', one of the most infamous cowboys in the south. one night the bandit pays a visit to your bar... and changes your life.

cw: au, angst, SMUT18+, fluff, alcohol, fingering, oral (fem!rec), p in v

word count: 5.0k + edited (it's long but so worth it i promise)

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Your bedroom was hot, as expected for the middle of July in southern Texas. You left all the windows open during the daytime, closing them at night when it got cooler, to try and trap the cold air inside the saloon. You lived above the bar, on the second floor. You were the only female saloon owner in town. Hell, you were probably the only female bartender in the state. Owning your own saloon was an entirely different story. But you had done it. When your father had died three years ago, you were his only successor, so naturally he left all his money to you. You decided to use a chunk of that money to purchase a lease on a two story, run-down building in the middle of town, just a few steps from the local bank and the town square. You had spent a bit more of that money renovating the building, fixing yourself a perfect home on the top floor and your business on the ground floor. 

The actual saloon looked exactly how you’d dreamed as a child. It had a long, mahogany bar, with matching wooden stools. Behind the bar, shelves and shelves of expensive liquors lined the wall. There was a grand fireplace on the wall opposite the entrance, which you mostly used for decoration, considering the climate where you lived. Photographs of you and your family decorated the mantle, from different points in your life, a constant reminder of the love you’d lost, but also the love you’d once had. Dark wooden table and chair sets were placed meticulously across the floor to leave a bit of room for a dance floor. Next to the dance floor, perched against the back wall, was a beautiful piano, passed down through your family line for generations. The crisp white linen curtains lining the open window panes were always blowing. 

You were proud of what you had created, and you were doing well for yourself. People in town did not seem to mind that the saloon was owned and operated by a woman. In fact, your bar was the one place in town people came to have fun. When the night was busy– piano playing, saloon girls gracefully serving customers while providing entertainment through song and dance, and you pouring up drinks and offering conversation– you knew there was nowhere you’d rather be. Of course, you wondered what it would be like to travel around the country, stopping wherever you please, meeting new people with stories you couldn’t even begin to imagine. But that was just a dream, and a crazy one at that. You had already accomplished more in your life than most other women you knew, which was sad but true. What you had was enough, right?

There isn’t time for existential crises now, you think to yourself, as you adjust your outfit for the day in your vanity. You button your light blue blouse up tight, and tuck it into your layered skirt, with a pair of heeled boots. You did not enjoy the feeling of being constrained in your clothing– men could wear pantaloons with only one shirt and waistcoat or jacket, and no one would bat an eye. But the second a woman wore a dress with less than seemingly a hundred layers, it caused a commotion. You found ways to keep your independence though, such as by not wearing undergarments. They were useless, you determined. Their sole purpose was to further imprison women in their own bodies. If men didn’t have to, why should you?

You attempted to fix your unkempt low bun, but it was no use. You allowed a few curly strands to fall by your ears, and started downstairs to open the bar for the afternoon. Every day of the week except Sundays, you opened the bar at 3 pm sharp, and closed at around 12 am. This of course depended on when all the customers actually left their chairs. They usually left in a drunken haze, slurring their goodbyes to each other and you, and exited into the night. Sometimes you didn’t lock up until 1:30. It was hard work, but after paying your employees, and rationing out money for taxes and utility costs, you were still left with a decent sum of money for yourself. 

You stepped into the bar, basking in the afternoon sun, and immediately went to the front to open the windows and unlock the front door, swinging it open and keeping it in place with a rock from outside. You swept up the floors a bit, and wiped down the bar and tables with a wet rag. It wasn’t long before the men, and even a few women came flooding in, ordering drinks. Light chatter filled the room as more customers arrived. 

Your two saloon girls and pianist arrived around 6 pm, ready to work for the rest of the night as it got busier. You were cleaning some glasses at the sink, as the sun slowly began to set outside, when you suddenly heard the entire saloon go quiet. Odd, you thought, and turned around to observe what was happening. You saw a man standing in the doorway, one hand resting on the pistol hanging from his hip, the other on his hat, which he tipped toward the gawkers. He had a cigarette between his teeth, which he placed between his pointer and middle fingers, taking a deep inhale, looking around at the people surrounding him. The setting sun shone directly on him, and you couldn’t quite make out who he was. He walked toward the bar as he exhaled, smiling directly at you. You had to stop your jaw from going slack as you realized who he was. 

“It’s The Bandit,” a voice in the corner of the saloon squeaked. And it was. The Bandit was the most well known cowboy in the south. He was an outlaw, infamous for committing intense burglary. He robbed banks, and was quick to take out any government official who got in his way. He didn’t pocket the money though, despite what the rumors had said. No. Instead, he gave the money to people in need. Families, orphanages, the poor, the marginalized. He took care of people in need, and eliminated anyone who tried to stop him. In a way, (a more violent way, albeit), he was like God. 

The Bandit stepped slowly towards you, one strong hand still lingering over his pistol. He was incredibly handsome, with shaggy brown, shoulder-length hair, amber eyes, and a chiseled face. He wore a cream-colored button down, paired with a loose red bandana, dark brown pants, and knee high boots, with his holster wrapped snugly around his hips. You hated the way you could feel the heat growing between your legs. To everyone else he was nothing more than a criminal. Everybody knew if The Bandit ever made it to your town, you kept your head down, did what he said, and didn’t ask questions. They were scared of him, but not you. You admired him. The government was corrupt, and had been oppressing people for as long as it existed. Was he wrong for wanting to help the oppressed, even if he was getting his revenge on the oppressors while doing it? You didn’t think so.

He took a seat at the bar, directly in front of you, taking another long inhale of his cigarette, as if he was waiting for you to initiate conversation. 

“What can I do for you tonight, sir?” you asked, smiling, as everyone else in the saloon stared at you like you were crazy.

“Whiskey– neat,” he said, the corners of his mouth upturning at your gaze. You poured him a double and slid the glass across the bar to him.

“Here,” you say, “On the house.”

“Why thank you, darlin’,” his southern drawl is not helping your attraction to him, if anything, it’s making you want him more.

“Of course!” you respond cordially. His rough hand grips the glass and he sips the whiskey. You watch. 

He swallows, “This may be the best god-damned whiskey I’ve ever had. Who’s your owner? I'd like to pay him a compliment.”

“You’re lookin’ at her,” you smile.

“Well I’ll be damned,” he says, genuine shock taking over his face. Not in a bad way, but out of respect for you. “Well, you heard me, ma’am. This whiskey is great. Could I buy a bottle?” He places three bits on the bar and slides them over to you.

“Certainly,” you reply, “But whiskey is only two bits for a bottle.”

“Keep the change,” he winks, and you smile. You grab a bottle off the shelf and hand it to him. “Have a drink with me?” he asks.

You laugh, “Sir, I can’t drink on the job. It’s unprofessional.”

“You’re the owner. You can do whatever you damn well please.” 

He was right. You’d never really thought about it that way. You feel your face flush, never one to be comfortable getting corrected by a man. This time, you decided it was okay. You grab another glass off the countertop, along with a corkscrew. You bite your lip as you watch his muscles tighten as his bicep puts in the work to twist the cork out of the bottle. He pours a shot for himself, and one for you. “Cheers,” he says, “To the first female saloon owner in the south!” 

You laugh and clink your glass, downing the shot. “I don’t know if I’m the only one in the south–”

“Don’t be humble,” he cuts you off, “You should be nothing but proud of yourself. You’re incredible.”

“Well… thank you,” you say, not really sure what else you could say. You were shocked. He wasn’t the monster everyone had made him out to be. He was kind. 

You tend to the few customers left in the bar for the rest of the night, most of them had snuck out when The Bandit entered, leaving coins on the table to cover their drinks. By 11:30, the only people remaining in the bar were you, the pianist, and The Bandit, who had now removed his holster and placed it on the bar next to his glass. You had sent the saloon girls home a few minutes prior, since the whole place was practically empty, and the pianist had fallen asleep, slumped over the keys. The only remaining light came from the soft glow of the oil lamps scattered around the saloon.

“You’ve been watching me all night,” it’s a statement, not a question. He’d noticed your wandering eyes always falling back on him. Embarrassing.

“What makes you say that?” you ask as you turn around to face him, elbows resting on the bar, leaning toward him.

He smirks, “You think I haven’t noticed? You’ve been staring at me all night. I’ve been waiting to get you alone, to talk to you.” 

“About what?” you ask, returning his mischievous smirk. 

“Anything,” he says, pouring you both another shot. “Tell me your name. Tell me how you knew you wanted to open a bar.”

You down the shot in one gulp with him, thinking briefly of your answer. “My name is y/n,” you start, “I always knew I didn’t think the same as most people. I didn’t want to be chained to a husband and kids. I didn’t want my money to belong to anyone else but me. And I hate the government for what they’ve done to us. All of us. Women, people of color, poor people. It’s sick. Why are we treated as lesser humans, just because we weren’t born white men? So when I was twelve I decided I wasn’t going to follow the path everyone had already paved for me. I was going to make my own life. I used to visit my grandfather’s saloon all the time when I was younger, a couple hours away from here by foot. When my dad died, the first thing I thought to do with the money he’d left me was put it towards my dream. To be the owner of something, to make all the decisions, to lead. And that’s what I did.”

The Bandit listened intently, hanging on every word, taking you in. His gaze softened on you as you talked, like you were slowly winning him over even more as you explained your story. He poured himself another shot, and tilted the bottle toward you, “Want another?” 

“I think I can handle one more drink tonight,” you smile, feeling light and giggly from the whiskey you’d already had. He smiled across the bar at you and handed you your glass, his fingers brushing against yours as you took it. 

You felt the heat radiating from your core again, so you decide to continue the conversation, lest you do something you might regret, “And you? How did you get here?” 

He laughs, a hearty, full laugh, “How did I become the biggest outlaw in the south, you mean?”

You blush, embarrassed, and nod, sipping on the whiskey in your glass.

“Well,” he starts, “I guess my story’s a bit similar to yours. I was sick of the government taking advantage of people. I wanted to do something about it. So I did. Everyone thinks I’m some villain, but can I tell you a secret?” he leans towards you, lifting a hand to cup around your ear, “I’ve never even killed anyone. Those are just rumors that’ve spread about me over the years, and I never stopped ‘em. Having everyone fear me made it easier to get away with the robberies. That way, I could help more people.”

You gasp, but it quickly turns into a laugh, “Why are you telling me this? I could ruin you.”

“You won’t,” he says. “We’re too similar. Betraying me would be like betraying everything you stand for.”

You hated how well he could read you, even barely knowing you. “You’re right.” you laugh again, and this time, he joins you. His fingers dance over your arm, “Dance with me,” he says.

“Dancin’ is a dangerous game,” you reply, and he grabs your arm softly, pulling you toward him.

“And what’s stopping me from climbing over this bar and worshiping you right now?” he breathes against your ear, “I saw how you were looking at me tonight. The feeling’s mutual, honey.” 

The hair on the back of your neck stands, and goosebumps prickle your arms. You walk out from behind the bar and shout, “Tommy, play us a song!” the pianist wakes suddenly, plucking out a slow tune on the keys.

The Bandit takes you in his arms. One hand resting on your lower waist, the other intertwined with yours. Your free hand holds the back of his neck. He’s taller than you’d expected, you think, as he gazes down at you. You sway to the rhythm Tommy plays, moving in slow, graceful circles around the dance floor.

“Will you stay here forever?” he asks.

“I don’t know,” you say. It’s the truth. You have been questioning your life to an insane degree recently. You always thought owning your own business and being able to have control in something, was all you needed. Now after meeting The Bandit– someone you’d admired for so long, both for his values and his free-spirit– you were beginning to wonder if owning a business was even scratching the surface of the life you wanted. “Where are you headed after this sleepy old town? I know you never stay in one place for too long.”

“I’m headed out west to the Sierra Nevada, Yosemite. Got some friends out there. I might settle there for a little while. Give life on the road a rest, you know? No one’s comin’ for me. They never have. Too afraid of me to risk it,” he smiles down at you, leans in and whispers in your ear, “You’re the first person who’s got me even the slightest bit close to changin’ my mind about leavin’ here.” 

You feel your cheeks flush, as they often had this evening, and you look away, trying your best to hide the grin forming on your face. He does the same, grinning at the wall instead of you.

“Oh my God… have I got The Bandit himself flustered?” you tease, cheeky glint in your eyes as you stare up at him.

He leans in to whisper again, “You’ve got me more than flustered, love.” He pulls your body closer to his, so you’re pressed firmly against each other, and you can feel his erection pressing against your pelvis. 

Your breath catches, and he smirks down at you, clearly relishing in his ability to make you nervous. “Tommy, you can leave,” you interrupt his playing, “Have a good night.”

He stands and carefully closes the fallboard, collects his belongings, and walks toward the exit, “You as well, Ma’am,” he responds. You kick the rock holding the door in place, so the door closes and you can lock up.

You turn back to face The Bandit, who struts toward you confidently, placing a hand on your back to guide you against the bar. He moves his hand down your back and rests it just above your ass, while his other hand holds your cheek and gently traces circles into it. Your arms reach to wrap around his neck and pull him closer. He hesitates for a second, knowing that whatever he does next will permanently alter both of your lives. The risk must have been worth it, because he slowly presses his lips to yours. They are soft, which surprises you. How does the most infamous cowboy in the south also have the softest lips you’d ever felt? Everything you learned about him made you want him more, and the kiss quickly turned from gentle to hungry. He squeezed your ass roughly, and pressed you harder into the bar. Saliva coats both your lips as he gets messier, eventually moving to kiss down your chin and nestle his face in the crook of your neck, sucking hard. 

You let out a gasp and breathlessly say, “I bet you do this with every girl you meet on the road.” 

He breaks away for the briefest second, “No,” he continues marking you, leaving bright reddish purple bruises in any spot he can reach, “Just you.”

“I’ve wanted you since the second you walked into my bar,” you manage to breathe out as he moves back up to continue kissing your lips. He bites your bottom lip softly, pulling away to look down at you.

“So have I,” he says, “I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted anything more.”

He flips you around so your tummy is pressed against the bar now, one hand firm on your arm, steadying you, as the other moves the layers of fabric up your thigh, and his fingers brush against your slick. Suddenly you feel even more grateful that you chose not to wear undergarments.

“You’re ready for me,” he whispers in your ear, his head resting on your shoulder, and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. He begins slowly massaging your clit, while the hand that was holding your arm snakes up your neck and squeezes lightly. “This alright?” he asks.

A gentleman, too, you think. But you can’t manage a snarky reply, so instead you nod, arching your back into him, and say “Harder.”  

His head still sits on your shoulder, and he turns slightly to make eye contact with you, “Of course, princess,” he tightens his grip around your neck a bit, his fingers working quicker and rougher too, and you let out a moan. He moves his hand from your neck to cover your mouth, “Can’t let the town know you're brushing with The Bandit now, can we?” you reach up to move his hand away, “Let them hear,” you sigh, and turn your head to messily kiss him, moaning loudly as his touch gets more intense, and you feel the band in your core stretching. 

Before it can snap he removes his hand from under your skirt, and flips you back around again, lifting you up and setting you down on the countertop. He continues kissing you desperately, wildly, like sharing oxygen with you is all he needs to survive. “I want to taste you. Please let me taste you,” he begs, hand grasping the side of your face again. 

“You can do whatever you want to me,” you affirm. He smiles and kisses you again, as you unbutton your blouse and yank it out from your skirt. He wraps a hand around your waist and slowly kneels down, kissing your chest and breasts and stomach, stopping once he arrives at your pelvis. He grabs the layers of your skirt and pushes them up, burying his face between your thighs, quickly returning to work, this time with his tongue. He sucks at your most sensitive areas, giving you no time to readjust to the new sensation. You moan loudly, feeling the fire in your lower stomach reignite. You run a hand through his perfect hair, silently letting him know he’s doing a good job. He smiles against your skin, eyes gazing up at you to watch your face contort with the motion of his mouth. He holds your thighs further apart, allowing himself a better angle. The stimulation is so intense now, you can’t help but shakily gasp. 

He keeps his pace and angle exactly the same, knowing you’d reach your peak soon. It only takes ten more seconds before the band finally snaps, and you cry out, arching your back to ride your high for as long as possible. He kisses your inner thighs, and then comes up to kiss your lips. You can taste yourself in his mouth, which somehow makes you even more eager to get him upstairs and in your bed.

You cup his cheek, still breathless, and whisper, “I want you inside me.” 

He lets out a choked sigh as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his groin against yours to feel his erection again. “I’ve never needed anything more,” he replies, and picks you up, “Where to, miss?”

“Upstairs, first door on the left,” you begin kissing his neck now, returning his favor from earlier. You suck below his ear, finding a particularly sensitive spot, and he whimpers as he carries you up the steps and into your bedroom. He gently places you on your bed, and begins undressing. You watch him, eyes wandering down his bare torso. In the moonlight, you can see every ripple of muscle under his skin. “You’re beautiful,” you say as he takes his pants and boots off, leaving himself completely naked. 

“Not as beautiful as you,” he responds. You can’t help staring at his length, the tip already dripping.  

“Looks like you’re the one who's ready for me now, huh?” you manage to smirk this time, ego boosted by your ability to put a man in this state. 

He smiles down at you as he sits down on the edge of your bed next to you, helping you remove your shirt and skirt, leaving you bare as well. He kisses you again, taking you back as hungrily as he’d left off downstairs, wrapping a hand around your waist, pulling you in. 

“Ride me,” he breathes out against your mouth.

“What?” you ask, caught off guard.

“Sit on my lap and ride me,” he brushes his nose against yours desperately, “I want you to be in control.” 

“I’ve never done it like this before,” you say as he messily kisses down your neck again.

“I can help you,” he replies, pulling your body onto his lap, one knee resting on either side of his waist, so your torsos are pressed together. He holds the bottom half of his shaft in place as he slowly sinks into you. You hold on tight to his shoulders for support, until he's all the way inside. His head falls back and he lets out a groan as you start rocking back and forth. He continues sloppily kissing you, leaving more purple marks anywhere his mouth lands.

It feels different than any other sex you’ve had. Of course, you have had your fair share of run-ins with men. Customers, friends, nemeses, but it had never been like this. The men had never wanted you in control, they simply took what they wanted without a care in the world. You used to think that was what sex was– fun but never satisfying. You thought the only pleasure you’d receive would be from your own hand, until tonight. For once, a man had actually put you first. He wanted to make you feel good. Making you feel good made him feel good. And you wanted more.

You’re still rocking back and forth, using all your core and thigh strength to move up and down a little, but it’s not enough. 

He must sense your need for more, because he places both of his hands roughly on your hips, lifting you up a few inches and then yanking you back down harder, bucking his hips forward to get as deep as possible.

He moans loudly, eyes rolling back as he repeats the motion over and over, willing you to the edge. You grip the back of his neck with your hands, interlocking your fingers and pulling his head towards yours. Your foreheads press together and you can’t keep your eyes off each other as you both let out breathy moans and pants. 

“You’re perfect,” he whimpers.

“Don’t stop,” is all you can muster. So he goes faster, and his strength is quite possibly the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen. He lifts you up and down like you weigh nothing, pounding into you while keeping you in the position of dominance. He’d clearly been paying attention to which angles make you moan the loudest, so he can hit them again. And again. And again. Until you’re falling apart on top of him. 

You finally cry out, body shaking, but he doesn’t let up. Knowing he’s made you finish twice tonight has almost pushed him over the edge as well. “Where do you want me?” he asks through strained groans.

“Anywhere,” you gasp at the overstimulation. 

“Wrap your legs around me tight, darlin’,” he moves his arms up your back, holding you close, and flips you both over so he’s on top of you, resting his weight on his hands. He thrusts into you a few more times before pulling out, white liquid coating your stomach. He collapses on top of you with a final moan, and holds your face in his hand, kissing you softly. 

“Let me clean you up,” he offers, kissing your forehead and standing up to find the nearest towel.

“I have clean rags in the top drawer of my vanity.”

He finds one and wets it in the water basin next to your vanity, bringing it back over to the bed and gently wiping up the liquid on both your bodies before tossing the rag on the floor and climbing back into bed with you. He leans against your pillows and wraps an arm around you, pulling your body close, while you drape your arm around his waist. He looks down to meet your gaze, and you stare up at him.

“I will never forget this night,” he says, and kisses your lips for the last time.

You know that was his goodbye, but you don’t want to think about it, so instead you rest your head against his chest and listen to the beat of his heart. 

“Goodnight,” you say. But he’s already drifted off.

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The next morning, your eyes flutter open to the sun beating down on you, and an empty space where The Bandit once slept. You were expecting this, he’s an outlaw after all. What you weren’t expecting was a letter on the pillow next to you, with your name written on the envelope in his neat, loopy, cursive handwriting. 

You carefully rip open the envelope to find a stack of crisp fifty dollar bills, enough to provide for you for the next few years. With them, a folded piece of paper. You pull out the letter and open it, your eyes eager to take in whatever he’s left you. It reads:

“My dearest y/n, 

I deeply apologize for cutting our time short, but I must return to the road. I fear I may have already overstayed my welcome here, and my friends await my arrival in California. I want you to know that you have captured my heart and left me utterly bewitched. You’re a bandit like me, you know. In your own way. Keep fighting, keep resisting. It is the people like us who ignite change in this world. 

I am leaving you with what I suppose is enough money for you to either travel around the country or put into savings for a rainy day. Are you completely certain this stagnant life is enough for you? If you ever decide it not to be, you know where to find me. I hope to see you again one day, I will wait for you.

Yours, and yours alone, 

Jake”

Jake. He told you his real name. He told you he was yours. No man had ever done something so romantic for you before. You held the letter to your chest, tearing up, and wishing he hadn’t left, even though you knew he couldn’t stay. He needed that life, constant movement, action, and adventure. You were starting to think you wanted that too.

After getting ready for the day, you head downstairs, eyeing the spot on the bar where just last night you’d been brushing with one of the most infamous criminals in the country. Except he wasn’t a criminal. He was kind and intelligent and flirtatious, and he was yours. And he was waiting for you. You gaze out the window with longing, only to notice that across the street, the bank window was shattered, and police were gathered outside. It had been robbed. You chuckle, the corners of your mouth upturned. 

You wonder what the weather's like in Yosemite. You’ll find out soon enough. 

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this took several days to complete, but i love it. as always, i hope you all enjoyed! <3 likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!! should i write a part 2?

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