#Magnetically Coupled Pump

[avocado-writing]

pairing: logan howlett x afab!reader. 18+, minors dni. fluff; smut (p in v unprotected sex; heavy breeding kink; creampie; oral - reader receiving). canonically bisexual reader. dp+w movie spoilers.

synopsis: you and logan have a pretty happy life… but there’s still something you want.

words: 10k.

notes: part 2 of say you’ll remember me. you don’t have to read it for this part but it is referenced. thank you @eupheme for being my beta, and for the use of the dividers!

Logan wakes to the twinned warmth of the sunrise and you curled around him like a cat. 

You’ve always been attracted to the way he runs hot, a creature of habit in any timeline. A magnet seeking him out even when asleep; you are pretty much a permanent fixture by his side when the weather is a little too chilly. Not that he’s complaining - he loves to sling an arm around you and feel you snuggle into him. Loves to keep you close. 

It’s nice, honestly; Logan has more good days than bad ones now. He never thought he’d get to see that again. Sometimes things get rough, sure, recovery is not a straight line - but you’re there with him on every step of that journey and he’s more thankful for that than he can ever express. You’re a grounding rod keeping the storm of his life in check. 

You intuit that he’s awake, something between you innately connected, and you begin to stir, body brushing up against his. He sleeps naked, usually running too hot to bother with any kind of pyjamas, and you’ve started sleeping shirtless too. Maybe it’s because he makes the bed too warm to stomach wearing one, or maybe it’s just because you like to feel his naked chest up against yours - either way he isn’t complaining. 

You stretch, arching yourself into his flank, blink open your eyes slowly. Smile when you find him looking down at you with soft, hazy, early-morning features. 

“Hey.”

“Hey,” he replies, voice rocky. You reach up to kiss him, as is the way you usually like to start your day. It doesn’t take long for the chaste peck to become something more: the gentle parting of lips, slipping out the pink tip of your tongue to meet his. His body stirs. He can practically smell the way your blood pumps faster, pooling at the apex of your legs. 

“It’s so early,” you faux-harrumph when you run your hand towards his cock and find it hardening. How can you blame him when you’re so fucking sexy? Logan hums, manoeuvring you both so that he can look down at your sweet face as you lie surrounded in cotton sheets. 

“Then stay right there, baby.”

He kisses a sleepy, loving trail down your clavicle; luxuriating along the plain of your chest, nipping at your soft stomach in a way which beckons a breathy chuckle from you, steeped in the gravelly tones of morning. 

“Mmm, Mr Howlett, you are an incorrigible fiend.”

“Incorrigible, huh? Big word for someone who says they’re so sleepy…” he mutters, smirk ticking up the side of his mouth as his calloused fingers dip under the waistband of your pyjama shorts. 

“Incorrigible. Insatiable, even.”

He drags them down your legs, slowly, taking in the sight of you bathed in the dawn’s roseate light. You move your hips to let him. 

“Hmm. You complaining?”

“Oh, never.”

He grins and gets to work.

Logan loves the tang of you on his tongue. You’re still a little sticky from last night, where he pushed you chest-down into the mattress and fucked you so hard he was slightly worried he’d break the bed frame. He didn’t - but he’s perfectly happy to try again. 

You let out a fluttery little breath, butterfly light, as he starts his work properly. Burying his face in your cunt, letting every sense be drowned in you. He drags his tongue along your needy folds and you groan above him, hooking a leg over his shoulder and sinking your heel into the thick muscles of his back. He could listen to the noises you make for hours, a little symphony just for him. 

“Fuck, Logan,” you sigh, blissful and light-headed. He lets his mouth focus on your clit as he presses a couple of fingers inside. It’s an easy intrusion, your pussy offering up no resistance, a mix of spit and slick aiding him. He starts to crook them in a beckon and the mewl you let out will stay with him for the rest of the day; he smiles against your cunt. 

“That’s it, baby,” you groan. Fuck. He loves your voice when he’s making you come. Would do whatever you tell him to, just point him in a direction and he’ll follow. He is so utterly at your beck and call, a dog at your feet, so happy to obey. Anything for you, anything. 

He speeds up his pace, hand fucking you in a simulation of his cock last night, tongue pressing hard and flat against your folds. You come in a flood all over his mouth, soaking his beard and dripping off his chin. His favourite fucking flavour. All the furniture in the room jolts as you send out a telekinetic wave of force, knocking over a lamp onto the carpet with a dull thud. 

“That damn lamp, we need to move it…” you grumble. Logan kisses your thigh gently. 

“Baby, if the fuckin’ lamp doesn’t fall over, I’m not doing my job right.”

You laugh. There’s a pearlescent sheen of sweat that’s broken out over your body but you’re giddy and joyful. An arm slung over your eyes does nothing to hide the smile on your face, so wide it must hurt your cheeks. Yeah. He’s done good. 

“Let’s go shower,” you say, in a way which he’d never dream of arguing with. You walk naked into the bathroom and pull him under the hot stream of water with you. The room slowly fills up with steam and Logan presses you up against the tiled wall, burying his face in the warm space between your neck and your shoulder as he sheathes himself inside. You drag your nails down his back and he growls in your ear, slowly pumping his hips to bring you over the edge again. 

Ever since that first morning that the two of you were intimate, you’ve been wild for each other; unable to go a day without keeping your hands away. Like teenagers who haven’t understood the concept of pacing themselves. He wants to be drunk on you all the time, always wants your gasps filling his ears, his name dripping from your lips as he makes you come. 

He knows he’s the only man for you… but hey, nothing wrong with proving it too. 

You spend a leisurely forty minutes in the shower with your back against the wall and your legs around his waist, then eventually do what you meant to and clean up. He loves to watch you wash, smell the perfumes of all the soaps you use. You look adorable with suds in your hair. Plus when you ask him to get your back with the loofah it’s just another excuse to touch you and god knows he loves doing that. 

He’s a man content when you finally return to the bedroom. 

Logan watches you pad about and do your morning routine, one he knows like the back of his hand by now. Once again: you’re a creature of habit. Pointing to the radio you use your powers to turn it onto the only channel the two of you ever listen to: an ‘oldies’ station which never plays a song made post ‘89– 

—he remembers a few weeks ago when you were both visiting Wade, chatting about how bad songs are nowadays, and your friend had challenged you: “okay you two geriatric lovebirds, no conferring - when was the last good decade for music?” Without missing a beat you’d both answered “the eighties” and, as Wade groaned at how ‘cringe’ you both were, Logan had fallen in love with you yet again— 

—and you smile and turn it up when Aretha’s I Say A Little Prayer starts playing. Logan watches fondly as you croon out the chorus, using the hairdryer you’re plugging in as a microphone. He loves watching you sing. You don’t always hit all the notes but that’s not really the point - the point is he gets to see you be silly and vulnerable and totally and utterly yourself in these moments, something he knows to hold dear to his heart. 

If you’re singing, you’re happy. 

Fuck, he loves you. 

The two of you get yourselves ready for the day to the music which fills the room, quietly happy in each other’s company. The sound of people getting ready for the day starts up in the hallway; kids coming down for breakfast and squeaking their sneakers on the hardwood, other professors grousing about lesson plans - unfortunately it's time to break the cocoon of solitude the two of you have made for yourselves and face the morning properly. 

“What’re we doing today?”

He squints at the calendar to try and make out your handwriting, attempting to ignore the gaze of the “hot bisexual lumberjack” of the month staring out at him with her barely contained breasts and suggestively placed axe (this had been your birthday present from Wade, and you’d loved it). You tut at him. 

“Logan Howlett, we need to get you some glasses,” you say, pulling on your own and pressing your finger to today’s date, reading out the scribbled ballpoint. “Let’s see… we’re both teaching until five, then looks like there’s a Flames game in the evening you wanna watch. I, however, have been cornered tonight: the girls found out I’ve never seen the Barbie movie so apparently they need to correct that - though I ask you, when I was living in a place literally called the Void, when I would have gotten the damn chance. People weren’t just throwing copies of that thing away. Apparently it’s a great movie.”

‘The girls’. The comfortable nickname you’ve assigned the trio of Laura, Ellie, and Yukio. Logan’s glad Laura has managed to find her people with them - he was secretly worried that, if she took after him too much, she’d be a little too stubborn to make friends at all. Nothing to worry about though. She’s thriving here, and he’s relieved. Happy, even. 

“You’ve not seen Barbie?” Logan asks. You’ve moved to the boudoir now and pause as you apply your face cream, bottle floating in the air centimetres from your neglected skin. 

“Wait, you have seen Barbie?”

He shrugs. Yeah. He doesn’t remember the context, he’d had two full bottles of whiskey by then - but for some reason they’d put it on at the bar he was drowning himself at and he’d sat through the whole thing, leaving a smear of pink on his memory. 

You blink, still gobsmacked. 

“Did you like it?”

Logan considers this for a moment, knowing you’ll call him grumpy if he’s too critical, but also sure you’ll never ever stop teasing him if he praises it. Oh, and god forbid Wade ever finds out…

After a long moment he settles on, “it was alright.”

You shrug, happy with this assessment. 

“Well, good. Guess I’m in for a good evening then.” You stand up with gusto, the indication you’re ready to leave. “Shall we?”

The two of you walk to the door, taking a moment when Logan pulls you into an embrace - your back to his front. You look in the mirror, admiring the couple you see in the reflection, something you do every morning without fail.

“I love you, Logan Howlett,” you say. He drops a kiss to your shoulder. 

“I love you too.”

And with that, the day begins. 

Teaching is a very broad term for what he does. Basically, it’s his job to help the older students with self defence. Every day he goes to get the shit beaten out of him by a load of kids but it’s also the best workout he’s had in over a decade, so he doesn’t mind too much. Keeps him in shape, keeps him sharp. Plus he feels like he’s actually doing something helpful, finally adding to the world rather than just being a burden on it. He spends the first period running battle formations with them, keeping them on their feet and quick to react. Can’t have them getting in danger, not when he’s around.

The class takes a break to get water and he finds himself staring out the window, smiling fondly to himself when he sees you leading a little seminar. After you spent all that time in the wild and then the Void, one of the things they have you teaching is survival skills - you’re a dab hand at getting by just with what you can forage. Looks like you’re going to do some practical exercises as he can see you leading a group of the younger kids towards the forest which surrounds the mansion.

Something happens which makes his heart ache. 

There’s a kid by your side you’re in animated conversation with, probably no more than seven or eight, and they’re looking at you like you hung the stars - just absolutely enchanted with how cool you are. Without thinking they slip their hand into yours for support or guidance or comfort, one of the three anyway, and after a beat you give them a smile. 

In that beat, even from this distance, Logan can see the bittersweet look on your face. The longing. You would wear parenthood well and it’s not fair that you never got a chance to experience it firsthand. It’s a sadness which weaves its way into his guts and stabs him there, an old kind of pain, one he felt for you in his own timeline.

Logan wonders if it’s too late. Are the two of you too old now? Would you both be too hurt if you tried and it didn’t take again? He wants to give you what you want, desperately, but he’ll be damned if he’d ever do anything to upset you; he can’t shake the feeling that’s where that road would lead.

“You okay?”

Laura’s voice makes him jump. She’s a quiet little devil, that’s for certain, definitely not something she got from him - all blades and bluster in his youth. He nods because he doesn’t really want to get into detail about his private life with his pseudo-daughter. 

But unfortunately she’s smart, and his eyes linger, so it's only a matter of her following his gaze to see what’s got him pining. She smiles a small, comforting smile. 

“If there’s a problem you should just talk to them. They’ll listen.”

He harrumphs at the fact a girl less than one-tenth of his age is giving him life advice but also knows that what she says is true. He doesn’t address what she’s said, instead cocking his head at the training mats. 

“C’mon, back to it.”

Laura groans and returns to throwing her classmates across the room.

The thought stays with him for the rest of the day though. After class, when he returns to your shared rooms and starts to get himself set up to watch the game, he finds himself thinking about you with a baby in your arms. A mix of him and you with soft skin and excitement for the world. His eyes, your smile, a perfect combination.

And you’d be so happy. 

Fuck. He’s too old to get broody but here he is, huh.

Logan sits heavily in his recliner, the one nice purchase he’s allowed for himself since getting this job, and opens a root beer. TV remote in his hand he switches on the hockey and settles in for the evening. 

After about twenty minutes his phone goes. He frowns, opening up a text from Laura.

there’s some Pringles in the kitchen can u get them for us please the love of ur life is hungry

Logan sighs and replies, thumbs slow and unfamiliar on a touchscreen. 

all of you have legs. get them yourself

Another message immediately: It’s a picture. You’re busy painting Yukio’s nails bright pink, glasses on the end of your nose and concentration on your face - but half torn between the task at hand and watching the movie you’ve been sequestered for. You look cute. Logan stares for a moment and then saves the photo to his phone. All his albums are just pictures of you at this point. 

Plssssss

is the final text in the chain. Logan definitively puts his phone away. He’s watching the game. He’s not going to get out of this chair to grab a tube of fucking Pringles, he’s not whipped. 

A moment. 

He groans.

Fine.

He gets out of the chair. He’s whipped. 

He heads to the kitchen and gets the requested snack, Hank giving him a knowing and sympathetic smile as they pass in the hallway. He finds you in the lounge, surrounded by girls. Clearly the news of the Barbie watch had gotten out and created a swarm because dozens of eyes look up at him as he lingers in the doorway like a giant awkward dog.

Finally you pull your eyes away from Ryan Gosling’s chest long enough to see why everyone has turned. When you spot him you light up.

“Oh! How did you know I wanted Pringles? Been craving those bad boys recently.”

“Lucky guess,” he replies, stepping carefully between pink dressing gowns and well-thumbed gossip magazines to pass them to you. When he’s within range you drop a kiss on his lips too, prompting an “oooooo” from the gathered crowd. You roll your eyes at them but smile at Logan.

“Thank you baby. What’d I do without you?”

He grumbles something non-committal under his breath and retreats, ignoring the shit-eating grin Laura is flinging his way. Eventually the crowd turns back to the movie. He tries to resist the urge to stand in the doorway with his arms crossed and watch along, the stereotypical father figure who insists he’s not interested, but finds himself lingering for a moment anyway just to see you.

Ellie has her feet slung across your lap, Yukio blows on her freshly-painted nails to dry them. One of the younger girls who’s been delegated to the floor by her older peers rests her head on your knee as she starts to nod off and you play with her hair for a moment - an action which comes readily to you, like it would to a parent.

Logan decides two things. 

One, he’s going to marry you, and he’s certain that every second that he hasn’t been your husband up until now has been wasted. 

And two, he’s going to put a baby in you, like you deserve.

On the way back he passes Hank again, who has an insanely huge sandwich stuffed onto a far-too-small plate - except this time Logan flags him down with a question, one which his colleague has to consider for a moment.

“Oh! Hmm. Yes, I’m pretty sure that it’s in the garage, sometimes the kids like to see if they can get it working again…” when he sees a scowl settle over Logan’s face he’s quick to add, “but none of them have been successful! I think the keys are in the ignition.”

Logan thanks him and heads back to your rooms, a plan forming in his head. 

You get back late. He’s listening to music and reading the paper, the game having finished long ago - the Flames winning of course, there was no other option, go Flames - the weight of the ring he’s swiped from your boudoir burning a hole in his pocket. He hopes you won’t notice - he needs to get your size, after all, and he knows he can’t ask you without rousing suspicion. 

“Hey,” you say, dropping a kiss on his cheek and yourself into his lap. The paper is discarded as his arm automatically comes to perch on your waist, dragged there as if by a magnet. Can’t not touch you for a second.

“Hey. How was the movie?”

“Yeah, pretty good! You know most of those girls hadn’t seen Legally Blonde? We had to remedy that after Barbie, apparently it’s considered a classic now. Fuck, it makes me feel old.” You groan and drop your forehead to his shoulder.

“You’re not that old,” Logan says, and when you come to fix him with a scathing look you find he’s got a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Tease,” you sigh, reaching in to kiss him, but stopping when you hear something on the radio. 

“What’s up?”

“Oh. This used to be our song.”

It’s AC/DC’s You Shook Me All Night Long. It feels strange seeing the way your eyes get a bit hazy, a bit distant for a moment. 

“Good choice.”

“Uh-huh. She… you liked it a lot,” you whisper, for a moment lost in a memory he has no way to share with you. It stings you both. But then you’re back in the room with him, smiling as if nothing had happened. 

“We must have had a song, right? In your universe.”

Is this painful? He isn’t sure. But you shared yours with him, so it seems only fair he make it even. 

“Yeah, we sure did.”

You narrow your eyes, purse your lips playfully.

“I betcha I can guess it.”

He hums. 

“Okay. What’s the bet?”

“If I can’t guess I’ll do that thing you like. If I can guess, you do that thing I like.”

Oh, well, when you put it like that…

“Why not?”

You search his face, reading him for any telltale signs. 

“Mmmm, male singer or female? Or both.”

“I didn’t realise you got clues…”

“It’s not a game if I don’t, is it?”

“Fine. A guy.”

You think for a moment. 

“It was Sweet Child O’ Mine by Guns n’ Roses.”

Logan widens his eyes, genuinely impressed that you got it so fast…

“Holy shit.”

…But the grin which crosses your face suggests you’re playing a trick. 

“I hear you hum it a lot. It wasn’t a big leap, honestly,” you confess. He chuckles, but pauses for a second as he realises the implication of this discovery. 

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s okay. I like that song too.”

You don’t seem saddened by this conversation, so he guesses it’s okay - he’d never wanna hurt you by dredging up the past. Maybe it’s okay. Maybe it’s okay to reminisce about what used to be, while knowing what you have now is so strong and secure. 

Logan pulls back to look at you, attempting to affect seriousness but knowing he could never fool you for a second. 

“So you cheated, huh… doesn’t seem very fair…”

“Hmm, you’re right. I guess I’ll have to forfeit…”

You slide off his thighs and onto your knees in front of him, grinning as you go for his belt… but pausing so that you can use your powers to turn off the radio. 

“Unless you want to come to Brian Johnson’s voice, but it doesn’t do it for me personally.”

He laughs, actually belly laughs, and if the two of you aren’t engaged by the time the week is out he’ll be damned.

He’s able to go to a jeweller’s the next week under the guise of finally going to the city and getting glasses, and buys the perfect ring there and then. It must be fate that they have it in your size, a silver band and pretty stone. The caveat of this is, that for the ruse to work, he does actually also have to go to the opticians.

He comes back with a small pair of wire-rimmed spectacles and a chip on his shoulder about the fact they make him see so much better. You seem pleased though, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and kissing the bridge of his nose.

“You look very handsome.”

“Mmmm…” he grumbles. You laugh and kiss him again.

“What are you doing today?”

“Workin’ on something.”

“Oh?”

“It’s a secret, can’t tell ya.”

You harrumph.

“A secret, huh…?”

“A surprise, then.”

You sigh dramatically.

“Well, okay. If it’s a surprise I suppose I’ll let it slide. The girls and I were gonna head into town to go shopping anyway so I guess I’ll see you tonight?”

You kiss farewell and when he’s sure you’ve left the manor he heads to the garage. It doesn’t take much searching to find his old Harley, hidden under a dust sheet and waiting patiently for his return. Logan can’t help the smile at the old thing, running his hand along the neglected metal frame and scaring a spider from its perch.

“Sorry I was gone for so long, baby,” he rumbles, then gets to work.

The next few days are tough. He doesn’t want to ruin the surprise, but you’re clever, always investigating without meaning to, noticing when he trips up on an inconsistency. So whenever you try and weasel information out of him he simply refuses to answer. You’re grumpy, sure, but he can think of a few ways to make it up to you.

He’s nervous in a way he hasn’t been for… well, a while. He’s sure you’ll say yes. You’ll say yes, right? You’ve already been married once before – to him – so the odds are in his favour, but still, he gets a churning feeling in his stomach when he looks at the little box. Anxiety. He’s far too fucking old to be anxious like a schoolgirl asking out a crush, he feels goddamn ridiculous…

But.

But.

What will he do if you say no?

Ah, he can’t dwell on it for too long. Logan channels all of his effort into fixing up the bike - even allowing Laura to join in when she crosses her heart not to tell you - and plans ahead. Checks the weather. Picks his favourite shirt. 

Takes the plunge.

That morning Logan asks you to prepare a picnic and then meet him outside the manor. You look up at him from the reflection in your boudoir mirror as Carole King floats from the radio, an eyebrow arched.

“Oh? Why?”

“C’mon, I haven’t cracked yet. You think you’re gonna get me now?”

You pout. You’re cute. He drops a kiss on the top of your head.

“It’ll be worth the wait.”

“Well-ll-ll… okay. I’ll trust you. Shall I wear those jeans? The ones which make my ass look great?”

“Baby, all jeans make your ass look great. You have a great ass.”

You grin and scurry over to the wardrobe.

He heads downstairs and brings the Harley round front, fingers tapping nervously on the hand clutch as he waits. For the millionth time he checks his pockets. Yep, ring still there. 

As you leave the front door, basket nestled in the crook of your arm, the smile which crosses your face is the same as if you’re seeing an old friend again.

“Oh my god! I had no idea this thing was still kicking around!”

You run the last few steps and put your hand on her chassis. You genuinely look a bit choked up.

“Fixed her up so I could take you for a ride.”

Your expression is so soft, so loving when you look at him.

“Logan… that’s so sweet.”

Stepping forward to press up against him you pull him in for a kiss, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He hums against your lips.

“Put a helmet on,” he says, handing one to you as you stow the basket. You fix him with an old-fashioned look as he presents it to you. It’s bright pink and has Barbie written across the side.

“God damn you Logan Howlett…”

“You liked the damn film. Keep hearing you sing that stupid song to yourself.”

You harrumph but don’t deny it, instead fastening the helmet on and climbing up onto the seat behind him.

It feels good when your arms tighten around him for support. Always feels good when your arms are around him, honestly, no matter what the cause. He revs the engine loudly a couple of times making you giggle, then speeds off.

He feels your fingers tighten in his shirt as he drives, weaving between whatever cars happen to dot the road as he goes. He’s not had a bike between his thighs for years now but you never really forget how to ride one. Besides, with you as his cargo, he makes sure to go safe. When he was a younger man he’d have been pushing the Harley to her limits just to get his blood pumping… nowadays he’s happy to take it slower. The longer the ride, the longer you’re pushed up against him, after all.

He’s still such a sucker for your touch.

It’s a nice day, and when he eventually slows down to the old lookout spot he used to take you to, you grin as you see the familiar view.

“It’s been a long time,” you sigh, eyes sparkling in the sun. You smooth your hair down where the helmet has taken its toll and start to lay out the treats you’ve packed onto a gingham blanket: thick-filled sandwiches, a fruit salad, a whole apple pie which Logan has no idea how you smuggled out. Fuck. He is so lucky to have you.

He sits and forces himself to eat, knowing the ring is hidden away in his pocket. You’re happy to take the lead on the conversation as you always are, chatting about your classes in between bites of roast beef, but cock your head to the side when a period of silence goes on for too long.

“Something’s on your mind.”

“What?” he asks, silently cursing himself for being so obvious. You reach out to rest a hand over his.

“Is there something you wanna talk about, Logan? It’s okay if there is. We can face it together, you know. We’re a team.”

As you let that sink in with him you wave your hand to bring out a thermos from the basket. It pours out two cups of coffee, both black, and you float one over to each of you.

He watches this with sharp eyes.

“You didn’t add any creamer,” he says softly. You smile, using your free hand to lift the cup to your lips.

“What can I say? I guess you got to me.”

You’re finally a coffee purist.

Logan blinks, taking in the sincere look on your face. There is only absolute adoration written there. It is a plain and simple fact: you love him more than he thought anyone could ever love him.

After a beat, he pulls his hand away.

He shifts to one knee.

Your eyes go wide.

“Logan…?”

“I gotta… you gotta let me talk. I need to get this out,” he says, slipping his hand in his pocket to grab the ring box. You cover your mouth in shock. “You’ve made me a better man. And more importantly you make me want to be one. I wanna spend the rest of our lives together because I’d be a goddamn idiot not to.” He opens the hinge and the ring shines where it’s seated in velvet. “Will you marry me?”

“Oh shit,” you say, then you do something unexpected. You throw your head back and laugh. 

Of all the reactions he was not expecting that.

Logan’s hands dip a little. What the fuck? Is this a rejection? Did he screw this up, monumentally misread the signs between the two of you? Are you having some sorta episode? What has happened to prompt this?

“Oh, baby, no - don’t be sad! Just… hang on…” you say when you see how his face has fallen. He watches as you root around in the picnic basket. “You won’t believe this…”

You shift to one knee…

…and pull out a ring box of your own.

Logan’s mouth falls open as you present a ring to him. A plain gold band, shiny and new - one you’ve had made specially for him. 

“I got your size from my Logan’s old ring. I’ve had it for days just waiting for the right moment and… I guess you have too.”

This information settles around him like a deep, sudden snowfall. His eyes can’t leave the little box you’ve pulled out. 

A smile creeps over his face.

“Holy shit,” he laughs, echoing your sentiment from earlier, and then suddenly you’re laughing too, head thrown back in utter joy. You throw yourself into his arms and press kisses all over his face: his beard, the end of his nose, all over his cheekbones, and then finally his mouth. He can feel the tears spill over your eyelashes and dampen his face, and holy fuck is he in love with you.

“So is that a ‘yes’?” he asks against your lips. He can feel your grin under his mouth.

“Depends if it’s a ‘yes’ from you.”

“Of course. I want you to make an honest man of me.”

“Then fuck yeah. I’ll marry you, Logan Howlett.”

Another glorious, effervescent peal of laughter falls from you and then you’re kissing him again. Together your hands fumble in order to exchange rings, a difficult task when neither of you will open your eyes and break lips, but eventually he manages to slide his ring on your finger and feels you exchange your own.

It feels good. It feels right.

Logan pushes you back onto the blanket, picnic forgotten for the moment. His mouth turns from sweet to hungry as he uses his body to cage you in. His hands drop to the hem of your shirt and start to pull it up so he can trace the bared line of your chest. 

“Logan, here?” you ask in a way which suggests here is great, actually. 

“Why not? Nobody watching. Just you and me, honey.”

He wins you over easily with that argument and your hands go for the top buttons of his flannel. When you find your fingers aren’t doing a fast enough job you start using telekinesis to undo them from the bottom, too. He drops his grip to your hips and fiddles with your belt and the fly on your jeans, groaning with pleasure at how easily you accommodate him and lift your hips so he can strip you.

“Fuck. You’re fuckin’ perfect,” he growls. His hand skims your underwear and takes a handful of your ass - god he loves your ass - as you rid him of his shirt so you can run your palms over the thick plain of muscle in his back.

“Look who’s talking,” you breathe against him, biting down on his bottom lip and tugging at it. Electricity shoots through him.

“Harder,” he mutters. You oblige him and sink your teeth in just enough for a little blossom of blood to spill into his mouth.

He’s going to go crazy right here on this blanket, you will drive him to insanity. What bliss. 

He kicks off his jeans and starts grinding his clothed cock against the fabric covering your cunt, like two teenagers so desperate to get off that they don’t even bother to get naked first. His blunt head catches on your clit and you groan at where you can feel him leaking.

“Love it when you fuck me, Logan,” you sigh. He’s not sure if it’s pride or arousal which throbs through him, probably both, but he realises then he has to do now what he should have done a long time ago.

Claws come out, he cuts your underwear off and you squeal in delight. For a moment he considers just sliding inside but if he’s going to do this, it has to be done properly.

So he pushes your legs upwards against your stomach, in a way which he knows your hips will complain about but your pussy will love. Your mouth is a soft little o as you realise you are being manhandled into a mating press. 

“Logan…?” you breathe, a little confused but giddy with pleasure, sucking air in sharply when he rolls his hips to try and slide his cock inside your wet heat. 

“Wanna put a baby in you,” he states, simply, growling it out. Your eyes roll back and you moan at his words, what a pretty sight. 

“But we… oh fuck… I don’t know if we can…”

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he manages, pressing his hand to the soft paunch of your stomach under which your womb sits, “let me try.”

Your eyes go wide as your head empties.

“Okay, yeah. Do it. Fuck a baby inside me, Logan.”

What sort of loyal dog would he be if he didn’t follow orders?

His legs trap yours against your body as he starts fucking you in earnest, pressing home inside you with one rough thrust. You mewl and knead at his skin with worshipping hands as he moves. Each undulation of his hips buries himself in you impossibly deeper, so he knows when he spills inside you it’ll be right where it needs to take.

“Fuck…” you hiss, palm cupping his face so he can look down at you, gaze on your gorgeous face. The crease of concentration between your brows as you register how tightly he’s nestled inside you, lips soft and kissable. Your hair blooms like a halo, an angel silhouetted against gingham.

He loves you. Oh, how he loves you.

“Wanna be so full of you, Logan… want to walk around with your baby in me. Show everyone who I belong to.”

He growls but he also knows he belongs to you, too. You have his heart in your ribcage beating alongside your own, a thing he has freely given because you’re the person who most deserves it. He’d never want it to rest with anyone but you.

Logan moves his hips in slow, sensual movements, taking time to luxuriate in the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your walls. When he presses back inside he sees the way your eyes roll back as he hits that sweet spot, gloriously blissful.

“Gonna take you somewhere nice n’ quiet on our honeymoon and keep you in bed, doll. Fuck you until you’re full. Not gonna stop until we’re sure it’s taken. Watch you get all round with me. Goddamn, can just imagine how you’ll glow.”

You gasp at the filth he’s muttering but the grin on your lips show you’re incredibly enthusiastic about that idea.

“Yeah… want you to fuck me whenever you want, Logan… bend me over and fill me up… I’m yours, only yours…”

Something about the way you sigh that last part flips a feral switch in his brain. His hips speed up and the slap of skin on skin echoes from your hips, and then he’s coming in thick ropes to paint the inside of your pretty pussy. Mark you up as his. You groan at the feeling of warmth blossoming inside you but he knows you haven’t reached your peak yet. Usually he’d make sure you orgasm before him… but he has something a little different in mind right now.

Logan slips out of you and you mewl in the displeasure of being emptied. This doesn’t stop him manoeuvring your ass into his lap, though, keeping your legs spread so he can push three fingers inside your warm and willing entrance. A groan rips itself from your throat as you clamp desperate fingers down on his forearm. Were he a human man you’d leave fingerprints for certain, and for a moment Logan regrets that you can’t — he’d love evidence of this tryst; apart from your growing belly, of course.

“Fuck. Yes, Logan, push it inside me,” you whine. Oh goddamn, he’s so easily broken when you beg. He uses his fingers to gather up his spend as it tries to leak from your fucked-puffy cunt and presses it back into your hole. As he goes he makes sure to crook them inside you, hitting the same spot he was with his cock just moments ago.

All you can do is hang on and choke down air as he fucks you with his hand. He’s an expert at your body, can play it like an instrument; it doesn’t take long to get you where he needs you. He feels your walls twitch and then you’re coming around his knuckles, a filthy mix of his release and your own dripping all the way down to his wrist.

You collapse back onto the blanket, gasping for breath as your wits return. As he slowly pulls his hand away from you, you reach out to grab him and pull him to your mouth, sucking the cocktail of you both from his fingers and running your tongue around him.

He groans.

“Fuck. You’re gonna ruin me.”

“But what a way to go, huh?” your smile is devilish. He can’t help but reach down and kiss it. Your hand tangles in his hair and scratches his scalp affectionately. 

A beat.

“So… we’re trying?”

You don’t need to specify for what. He knows. When Logan pulls back there’s an expression of barely-concealed hope on your face. Makes his heart melt. His fingers move to lock with yours, squeezing gently down on your knuckles.

“Yeah. We’re trying.”

He’s never seen you look so happy. You trace your abdomen with a careful hand. The ring he got you glints on it, the stone reflecting the sunshine. 

“Well, okay then.”

It doesn’t take long for news of your engagement to spread. You tell Laura who puts it in a group chat she has with the other students in the mansion, and from there it has no chance of staying secret. In fact you return after you finish the picnic (and an attempt to tidy yourselves up) to a chorus of ‘congratulations’ from a gathered crowd at the door. Logan pretends to be grumpy but honestly? He wouldn’t trade the look of joy on your face for anything. He shows off his ring alongside yours and people coo with adoration at how cute you both are.

Once he’d have snarled at ‘cute’. Now he just accepts it as you snuggle into his side. 

You go to meet up with Wade and Al a couple of days later to tell them but it turns out word travels fast. The apartment door is thrown open in your faces as Wade pours accusingly. 

“I can’t believe I had to find out about this via social media from a teenage girl! What am I, back in high school? Wait, don’t answer that. I don’t want to deal with puberty again, it wasn’t kind to me,” he says, waving his phone at you to show a cheerful post about the engagement put up by Yukio. Logan doesn’t get a good look, but does see the words “still find love in old age” which makes him bristle.

“Sorry, Wade. But you know, we live in the same house as her,” you say, sounding genuinely quite apologetic. Wade deflates a little at your tone, but keeps the act up anyway.

“Big-ass house. Coulda kept your damn hands in your pockets…” he mutters, but then gives you a sincere hug. When he turns with his arms open to Logan, he sighs and accepts one too. “But really, I’m happy for you two. Just don’t forget about your old perpetually single buddy Deadpool when you’re off bumping uglies as a legally wedded couple…”

“I think I might try and forget you during those times actually, Wade,” you say with a laugh. 

“Hmm. Oh wait, holy shit - can I be your best man? I promise you I scrub up pretty well. Well, apart from the face. Mmm, and the rest of my body. My ass looks great in a suit is what I’m saying,” this is directed at you and you give Wade a sad smile.

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry, I already asked Laura. We kinda trauma bonded in the Void,” you say. Wade’s eyes slide over from you to Logan.

“Oh my god,” he grumbles.

“C’mon, peanut! Isn’t that what best friends are for?”

Logan opens his mouth to snap that they are not best friends but then… he just sort of… closes it. He’s too old to have a best friend. Grown men don’t have best friends. Or at least that’s what he’d have said a scant few months ago. But now…

“Fine,” he sighs. Logan feels you squeeze his hand in joy as Wade lets out a woop which startles Al.

“Yes! I won’t let you down buddy. I’m gonna give you the best dry bachelor party of your life. The strippers will be so hot you won’t even need beer to make them look good!”

“Wade…”

“Joking! Joking…” he says, in a way which suggests he probably wasn’t - though about the quality of the strippers or there being any in the first place, he can’t be sure.

The two of you don’t want a big wedding. You had one in your own timeline and know how stressful it can be. You’re both able to come to the same reasoning: it isn’t the size of the celebration which matters, but that you’ll be married by the end of it. That’s what it’s all leading to after all. Every morning Logan wakes up to the weight of your ring on his finger and he feels complete. He feels grounded. 

He’s happier than he’s been in a long time; maybe ever.

You book a day to go down to city hall and sign the marriage certificates, only in a couple of weeks’ time. The kids all make you cards, shoving them under your door or handing them over during lessons. Soon your room is covered with crayon-scribbled well-wishes and poorly drawn felt-tip depictions of you both. Mostly, it’s you smiling, and Logan snarling with his claws out. You laugh every single time you see one, so he doesn’t mind too much. There are always little love hearts doodled between you anyway. At least the kids know you’re happy together.

Time moves by quickly but maybe that’s just a symptom of being in love. Classes no longer drag on and drain him, instead Logan starts every morning with the vigour of a young man… though the fact that he fills you up every morning before you both head to work might help. It’s strange; you never use protection anyway, but now it feels like there’s a purpose behind the way you fuck. Any position where he gets to see your face as he comes deep inside you will do it for him honestly. He could live in your cries of pleasure, the way you mewl his name, the duty of putting a baby inside you. Before long, those couple of weeks the city hall needed to get your paperwork in order are up, and the day arrives that you’re finally able to go and make things official. 

Logan wakes in bed alone. This is expected. He came home late last night after his bachelor party which, to be fair to Wade, wasn’t so bad. The guy had just organised some friends to play poker late into the night. Due to - what Laura has coined as - his natural ‘resting bitch face’, he cleared everyone out. He’s two hundred and sixty dollars richer so now he can grab you some nice flowers on the way to the wedding. He’d gotten a text saying that you were staying at a hotel in town for the night, the girls had insisted on keeping you separate because it’s tradition. Logan isn’t sure what about this whole situation is exactly traditional, what with all the crossed timelines and long-lost soulmates, but if it makes you all happy he’ll relent.

He showers, missing your body in the steam with him, then walks naked back into the room to grab something nice to wear, fingers fumbling with the radio as he goes. It picks up just as the host is introducing the next song.

“...goes out to Logan from ‘the love of your life’, who is pretty sure you’ll have the radio on by now! Apparently you’re getting married today? Well a big congratulations from everyone here at the station, you two, enjoy this classic tune…”

Chapel of Love by the Dixie Cups starts to spill out from the speakers and Logan chuckles, grabbing his phone and tapping out a message.

Cute.

You text back almost immediately. He can imagine you grinning at your screen as the music plays, waiting for his reaction.

I am. Can’t wait to see you today, baby ♥

Yeah, he can’t wait to see you either.

Seeing as it’s meant to be a relaxed ceremony you’d both decided not to wear anything too formal. Logan pulls out a white dress shirt and a fresh pair of jeans, toeing on the boots he cleaned last night. He looks at himself in the mirror before deciding to roll his sleeves up to his elbow. For some reason you go crazy when you can see his exposed forearms; you say it’s “pure unadulterated sex appeal”. He’s never understood it himself but anything to make you smile. 

Laura grabs a ride with him in the pickup he uses. She’s wearing leggings and a baggy suit blazer but he has to admit, the kid looks pretty cool. Despite his several warnings not to she sits with her feet on the dash playing with her phone, calling him a boring old man for not wanting her to go through the windscreen. 

“Remember I heal like you, dummy. It’s no problem.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want you turning up to my wedding covered in glass with your clothes ripped to shit.”

She grumbles and relents, ever the petulant teenager.

He manages to get parking nearby, so someone up above must be smiling down on him, takes the short walk to the city hall - making sure to get a ridiculously large bouquet as he goes. As he takes in the smell of roses he realises it isn’t that he’s feeling nervous per se, but there’s definitely an anticipation running up his spine. Realistically he knows nothing will change when the two of you are married on paper.

But… kinda everything will change.

He spots you talking to Wade on the grey stone steps, and his mouth is pulled into a smile at the cute little dress you’re wearing. You had been going on about how you picked it up at the thrift store - what a bargain! - and now he sees it, he agrees about how it highlights your figure perfectly. You light up when you see him… and Wade’s face falls as he turns.

“What the fuck! I thought this was a wedding?! Now I look like I’m in a competition for most formally dressed dickhead!” he says, gesturing to himself. He’s in a full black tuxedo and is definitely the most suited up person for about five blocks.

“It is a wedding. Not my fault you never asked the dress code,” Logan states. You burst into laughter as Wade pouts, but he seems to be taking the ribbing pretty well. Your hand tangles into Logan’s. He looks at you.

“Hey,” you breathe, taking the flowers and taking a deep breath of their sweet smell. “Thank you, these are lovely.”

“You deserve the best, baby.”

“Aww. You know, look great.”

“So do you.”

“We scrub up pretty well, huh? Great choice on the sleeves, by the way.”

Logan smiles into the kiss he presses to your lips. Laura groans at the public display of affection.

“C’mon, your slot is coming up. You two wanna be late for your own wedding?”

And so you traipse up the stairs to the office where the smiling registrar has you fill out the paperwork to officially be married to each other. When you see Logan’s hands shake a little, you press your own to the small of his back and rub small soothing circles there. Wade and Laura cheer when you have your first kiss as a wedded couple and burst party poppers of confetti over you both. The group of you stand together and get a picture to celebrate the day: Logan’s arm around your waist while yours is secretly perched on his ass, Laura grinning and holding the bouquet for you, Wade laying across the front of you all Breakfast Club-like. 

Logan smiles so hard his face hurts.

It’s nice.

Though the two of you didn’t want a party it’s pretty hard to convince the kids at the manor of anything, so you get back to a banner reading congratulations! It’s held by your youngest students who cheer as the group of you get out of the pick-up. Yukio rushes in to give you a tight hug and you laugh, joyful at the love you’re walking into.

The dining room has been cleared to set up an impromptu celebration space. A metric tonne of pizza has been ordered and Piotr, the rather willing DJ, makes sure nothing pre-1989 is played. 

He’s never really been one for dancing, but when you drag him to the middle of the wooden floor and wrap your arms around his neck Logan can’t help but sway with you to all the cheesy love songs. You press your forehead to his, tips of your noses meeting. You breathe in harmony. You let the same air fill your lungs.

“I love you,” you sigh a dozen times over, dreamily.

“I love you too,” he breathes a dozen times back.

When you throw the bouquet that evening you’re in such a good mood you both forgive Wade for body-checking a kid to grab it out of the air.

Logan thinks about his life and smiles.

He’s got it pretty good.

He takes you on a honeymoon for a week to a little cabin in the woods he rented out. It’s in the wilderness, miles from anyone or anywhere, which means he’s able to do what he wants with you: have you naked the whole time.

The two of you don’t do anything but fuck, and you’re very down for it. Something about married life has you more horny than you’ve ever been before. For the first couple of days you hardly leave the bed, Logan only heading to the kitchen to grab you some food to keep your energy up between sessions, pumping you full of his come until you’re a sticky and sated mess. He feeds you slices of pie as you lay dazed on the mattress, a pillow under your hips to keep his spend from dripping out of you.

“Fuck, Logan, you’re gonna kill me,” you groan as he starts rocking his hardening cock up against you the fifth time that day.

“Nah, baby. You can take it.”

You fall asleep with him buried deep inside of you so that the thing waking you up the next morning is him rolling his hips. It’s a pretty fucking good way to start the day.

Eventually the two of you leave the bedroom and walk around the place. Autumn is coming in properly now, the green of the trees outside turning to reds and oranges. You wrap yourself in a blanket and stand at the huge windows looking out at the vista, your aesthete sensibilities pulling you there. Silhouetted in October’s light, Logan can only be struck by how perfect you are: your body, your heart, your soul. His, all his.

He’s the luckiest goddamn man alive.

He takes you against the windows, your chest pressed up against the cool glass and making you gasp in thrilled pleasure, rubbing loving circles on your clit until he feels you clench around him.

At night the two of you huddle by the wood-burning fireplace, the flames dancing across your bodies as he makes love to you slowly, non-hurriedly, letting you enjoy each other. You push him onto his back and ride him, head thrown back so he can appreciate the long line of your neck which he traces with thick calloused fingers.

Fuck, he’d keep you here forever if he could. A little slice of perfection made for just the two of you. Nobody to bother you or call you away for duties, just your love and all the space it needs.

It’s a shame when the two of you have to return to the manor, but he has a job to do. Kids to teach. A Wade to keep in check. It’s easy to slip back to day-to-day life, though, when he has a wedding ring on his finger and you in his bed.

That is until one day he finds you with your head in the toilet, emptying your guts of the day’s breakfast.

“Logan, I don’t feel so hot,” you groan. He goes into panic mode, worrying you’ve got some sorta bug, practically carrying you to Hank’s lab so the doctor can get a good look at you. When you get there, he doesn’t seem incredibly impressed, but checks you over diligently because he’s a friend. 

“Look, I don’t mean to be crass, but have you taken a pregnancy test?” he asks, bluntly. Your eyes go wide over the glass of water you’re sipping.

“Well, no, but…” you trail off. Logan can see you counting on your fingers, trying to make something add up in your brain.

“Ah. Right. I don’t have one but I do have an ultrasound scanner, it was one of the things Charles foresaw a use for I suppose…”

So Logan stands there as Hank wheels the thing out and has you lay down on a counter - this isn’t the med room after all, there’s no beds in here. Your hand grabs onto his as Hank carefully lifts your shirt and presses the wand to your stomach.

There’s no mistaking the image on the screen. Head, body, arms and legs. The baby’s picture thrums. Hank does not seem surprised.

“Yep, there it is. You’re pretty far along. I’m not an expert, but I’d say three months?”

“Three…!” you look at Logan as if this is his fault. Which, he supposes, it sort of is. “But we’ve only been… uh, trying for a few weeks now.”

Hank shifts uncomfortably. Logan wants to die. He does not want to talk about his sex life with a peer.

“Have you been using birth control?”

“Well, no, but…”

“Then I think you have your answer. Nature did what it does best.” He manages a smile. “Congratulations to you both. I’ll uh, let you have a moment alone.”

He practically runs out of the lab. The two of you are left sitting there in silence.

Then slowly, so slowly, your hand comes up to rest on your abdomen. You look down at the point of contact and tears well up in your eyes.

“Logan…”

With one word you summon him, his strong arms wrapping around you and holding you tight, an anchor in this moment of joy. He buries his lips into your hair as you sob, utterly overwhelmed.

“Fuck, we did it, baby,” you manage to choke out. His hand comes to rest on your own and then you switch, covering it with yours so that he can feel the skin of your belly. It’s warm and soft. It feels strange knowing that his child is in there. Strange but right.

He gave you what you deserve. His heart beats a little faster and he realises his vision is blurry, too. Fuck. Look at him, welling up. 

Ah man, he doesn’t care.

The kiss between you is wet and desperate, an act of triumph and elation. As his mouth presses deep into yours he feels you tug at his shirt, pawing at him like an animal.

“Honey, I’m not gonna fuck you in Hank’s lab,” he states. You whine beneath his lips.

“But I wanna celebrate…” you mewl, hitting him with the doe-eyes. He scoffs a laugh and you pout. “Besides the pregnancy hormones are driving me crazy.”

“You just found out.”

“Yeah, weird how quickly they can take effect…”

Logan gently but firmly removes your exploring hands.

“We can do it somewhere our friend and coworker doesn’t spend his whole day. C’mon,” he silences any protestations with another kiss, soft and loving, “we have all the time in the world, baby.”

You run your fingers through his hair, eyes still a little dewy, but smile is undeniable.

“All the time in the world…” you sigh, a promise. 

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Drunk Goggles (Heart Eyes)

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x reader

Genre: fluff, suggestive, idiots in love, they’re both big ol’ chickens

Warnings: drinking

Length: ~1k

Note: idiots to lovers is my favorite trope :) I might write some drabbles based on this pair in the future

Sequel: Drunk Goggles (Heart Eyes) II

Related Drabbles:

Pre-Drunk Goggles (in order): Peaches [f], Bite the Bullet [f, h], Jealousy [a, h]

Post-Drunk Goggles (in order): Silk [s], Aphrodite [f, s], Discovery [s], Lucky Me [f], adamas et aurum [f], Honey [s, f], Baby Blues [f]

“You’re cute.” You giggle, dragging out the last syllable in a whine.

Mingyu’s blood freezes, caught between wanting to feed into your drunken stupor and wanting to push you off completely. You’re too close. The smell of your shampoo and perfume clouding his nose, palm burning against the muscle of his chest, teasing smile and hooded gaze drawing him in. The booth in the corner of the packed club was a godsend after hours of dancing and drinking but now Mingyu thinks it might be the place where he dies from cardiac arrest.

You two had been friends for years but lately your relationship toed the line. The friendly dynamic shifted at some point, subtle at the time but echoing loud and clear now. Like a stream changed into rapids before you noticed, sucking one in and swallowing them whole. Lingering touches gave way to heated gazes; tension palpable but never acknowledged. And because neither of you said anything, nothing ever happened; one person always retreating before reaching the point of no return.

Of course the first time you admit any sort of attraction to him is when you’re three sheets to the wind and can barely stand straight. Mingyu himself is no better, mind fogged with the liquor pumping through his veins courtesy of the shots Soonyoung kept distributing. Mingyu can’t speak, tongue dry from the words dying in his throat. All he can see, smell, and feel is you; pressed against him in a way that is less than friendly.

You don’t even bother to conceal the way your eyes are trained on Mingyu’s mouth, mind far away. All your thoughts focus on if his lips are as soft as they look. If you kissed him right now, would he kiss you back? Would he let you touch him? Would he touch you?

Mingyu watches with baited breath as you lean infinitesimally closer, eyes sliding shut, chin lifting slightly. But you’re drunk, and the grace you think you possess left the building long ago. You end up collapsing face first into Mingyu’s neck, lips sliding against the hot skin causing the muscles underneath to jump in surprise. You’ve already accepted the change of direction, now content to take a rest in the crook of his shoulder as the thud of music lulls you closer to sleep.

“W—“ Mingyu clears his throat, “we should go.”

You hum in agreement but make no effort to move away.

“Y/N, baby,” he shakes you gently, “let’s go home.”

With Herculean effort, and gentle prodding from your best friend, you leave the safety and warmth of Mingyu’s body to shimmy out of the booth. When Mingyu gets up after you, he places his hand to the small of your back to guide you to the exit.

Once outside, you wrap around each other again, like magnets that can’t be pulled apart. The sudden chill of midnight air has you turning back into his chest, the arm previously on your back curling low on your waist. Mingyu uses his free hand to order an Uber, resting his chin on your head while the app loads.

“We didn’t say bye to everyone.” You mumble into his T-shirt.

“They’ll be fine.” Mingyu laughs, focusing on his phone.

“You said that last time and Chan still called at 3am to ask if we got home safe.”

We. The simple word has Mingyu’s ears turning red. We, like you’re a couple. We, like you're going home to an apartment you share rather than the one you live alone in and he finds himself crashing at more and more frequently. He brushes off the thought, choosing to focus on getting a car as soon a possible.

Not one to be ignored, you turn your gaze upwards, chin now resting against Mingyu’s sternum. The shift breaks his attention from his phone and he looks down his nose at you.

“Just text the group, pretty sure a few of them left already anyway.” He dares to drop a quick kiss to your furrowing brow, pleased when it relaxes under his lips.

“Ubers here.” Mingyu steps back, snagging your hand to pull you behind him.

The ride home is a blur. The heat of Mingyu’s arm under your cheek and the way his fingers play with yours on his lap keep you from falling asleep completely but you remain in the hypnotic state between wakefulness and dreams. Here you can pretend Mingyu is your doting boyfriend, that all the sweet drunk kisses and daring touches have a deeper meaning.

When you feel the car slow to a stop you open your eyes to the driver pulling up to the curb in front of your apartment. Mingyu is gently ushering you out of the backseat and into the warmth of the lobby as quickly as possible.

While waiting for the elevator, you invade his space once more. In your mind, the need for warmth is the perfect excuse to disregard the usual touching limit you impose on yourself. It’s easy to get addicted to having Mingyu like this and you dread the hurt that’ll come if you let yourself be too greedy. But tonight, you let your arms wrap around his waist once again and fall into him.

When the elevator chimes its arrival, Mingyu tries to keep your bodies intertwined and walk you backwards into the compartment. He stumbles the entire way, having to balance for two since you’re barely trying to hold yourself up. All you can do is whine at him to be more careful and he does everything he can not to crowd you against the wall and kiss you until you’re both gasping for air.

More stumbles, more giggles, and a crushed foot later, you finally make it into your apartment. Shoes discarded at the door, you pull Mingyu down the hall to your room. You change into your pajamas in silence, an oversized T-shirt for you (Mingyu doesn’t comment on the fact that it looks suspiciously like the one he noticed missing weeks ago), and a pair of sweat shorts for him (you don’t comment on how his bare chest is giving you less than friendly thoughts). As you both dive under the covers, moving to settle yourselves amongst the soft sheets, sleep rushes to takeover.

You’re mumbling something against Mingyu’s chest that he can’t quite decipher but the movement of your lips on his bare skin makes his heart lurch and his stomach twist in knots. However, it's the gentle kiss you leave on his collarbone before drifting into your dreams that leaves his mind in a tailspin.

Tomorrow. He thinks. He’ll tell you everything he’s feeling tomorrow.

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Déjà Vu ; Paige Bueckers ౨ৎ•

꣑୧ — summary | based on the song “Deja vu” by Olivia Rodrigo !

wc ; 1.4k

— warnings | Paige lowkey being a bad girlfriend , jealousy , arguments , use of foul language , angst , etc.

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a/n : i ❤️ writing angst 😈 , tried something new while using a different song. Enjoy bestiesss ◡̈

It had been weeks since you and Paige had broken up, things were just too complicated between the two of you.

You wanted something serious, something made to last. But Paige wasn’t necessarily interested in that, while she did love you; you two were just opposing forces. Your relationship was trying to force two magnets together that clearly didn't attract to each other, or trying to force puzzle pieces together.

While you wish you could say it ended on good, mutual terms, the truth was quite far from that. You and Paige continuously argued throughout the couple of weeks leading up to your split. Whether it was about who you both were hanging out with, who didn't do the dishes, your social media presence, you've probably argued about absolutely anything under the sun.

Which is why when she suddenly broke up with you, you weren't surprised to say the least. You practically saw it coming, both of you slowly distancing yourselves, spending less and less time together, it was bound to happen at some point. But at this point in time, you were tired of begging her to talk to you, begging her to work things out with you. You simply gave up, knowing in the back of your mind that if it was meant to be it would've been, and things would have already fallen into place.

You had already figured that she had moved on, you just didn't expect it to be that fast. You knew the type of person she was, but it did sting a little bit knowing that your 2 ½ year relationship didn't really mean that much to her. Your mind instantly starts thinking of the what-ifs, what could have possibly made a difference in your relationship, and this infuriated you.

I mean, what the fuck was her deal? Trying to tell everyone you both ended amicably, how you eventually wanted to try again, but immediately getting with some other chick? I mean come on now. That was just petty and low.

And as if the universe was playing a joke on you, with the weeks after your breakup it seemed as if you were seeing the blonde everywhere, whether it was throughout the campus grounds, or perhaps at the gym. But nothing could have prepared you for your next encounter with the 6’0 point guard.

It was a friday night, and you had just finished your last final of the school year, the air was cool, and the sun was setting. Your friends had decided to celebrate by going to an end of the year house party, hosted by one of UConns most infamous frat houses.

To be frank, you didn't really feel like going, the idea of being surrounded by a bunch of drunk college kids didn't really appeal to you. But somehow, your friends managed to convince you.

You wore a skin tight, tantalizing, black lace dress with some simple black pumps, dabbing a tiny, but noticeable amount of makeup on your face, that enhanced all your natural features.

As you entered and made your way through the party, music thumped loudly, echoing through the house and drawing people in. The air is thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat, mixed with the faint scent of cheap cologne and perfume.

Inside, the main room is packed with people dancing, laughing, and drinking. Red cups are scattered everywhere, filled with various concoctions of alcohol. The dance floor is a mass of bodies, moving and swaying to the sound of the music. With Strobe lights flashing, adding to the chaotic atmosphere.

After glancing around and observing the chaos filled room, you made your way to the make-shift bar set up near the kitchen, quickly helping yourself to the wide variety of alcoholic beverages the frat boys had to offer. You soon noticed a figure out of the corner of your eye lurking behind you, not paying any attention to it, you continued to tending to your drinks, hoping that whoever was behind you would just leave you alone.

As you turned around, you were met with a familiar set of blue eyes. The eyes that caused you so much pain and distress. You furrowed your brows, slightly frowning, before spitting out “what the fuck do you want?”, the blonde looked away slightly, before mumbling out a, “I just wanted to apologize to you, and yk make sure we were cool.”

If you weren't pissed off before, you certainly were now. You laughed slightly, before replying, “That's bullshit and you know it P.” Before quickly walking away, hoping to not run into her for the rest of the night.

But of course, the universe just couldn't let that happen. It felt as if everywhere you turned to, there she was, with a girl all over her. Whether she had her tongue down her throat, or occasionally grinding on each other, it didn't matter. All you knew was that this was Paige’s sick and twisted way of trying to make you jealous.

While it's shameful to admit now, you couldn't help but keep the shots coming, doing anything to keep your mind off the blonde.

It was only then when you spotted the two out of the corner of your eye, dancing on the dance floor. For some reason this dance looked oddly familiar, as if you've seen it somewhere. That's when it hit you, this was your dance, a dance you only did when your song was on, which to your luck happened to be playing.

A feeling of adrenaline and anger rushed over you, it was almost as if all your rationale just left your body and went to outer space. You quickly stormed your way over to both of them before spewing “So when you gonna tell her that we did that too??” Before looking over at the girl, who was now in return giving you a confused look, you continued, “She probably thinks its special, but it's all reused.”

“Y/N cmon, can we talk about this somewhere else?” Paige chimes in, before you snap a simple “No no, do you get deja vu when she's with you? Because i mean come on it’s so fucking obvious that-” the blonde cut you off by simply dragging you away from the living room and into the back patio of the house.

“Is that what this is about?” she says harshly, “why are you even so upset to begin with?” You felt as if someone had just punched you, not being able to grasp the fact that she herself can't grasp why you're so upset. “Dont act like we didn't do that shit too paige” you scoffed, “You're so pathetic. A different girl now but there's nothing new.”

The blonde just looks back at you, her gaze softening a bit, she bit her lip in anticipation of what you were going to say next, with tears welling in your eyes you managed to stammer out, “Do you call her, almost say my name? Because let’s be honest, we kinda do sound the same.”

A few minutes go by, the blonde remained quiet, just observing you through your sudden fit of rage; something you rarely did throughout your relationship. As if it was like clockwork, you suddenly snapped out of your sudden jealousy filled haze, and simply averted your eyes from Paige and onto the ground below you. Just releasing an annoyed sigh as you came to realization that you just word vomited incoherent sentences of jealousy to your ex.

The girl finally broke her silence, simply saying , “are you finally going to let me get a word in y/n?” But at this point, it was too late for the blonde to try and explain her actions, to give you closure, even tho in reality that is what you wanted; you knew you had to move on and try to rebuild your life outside of the blonde.

You simply shook your head in response, stating a sharp, “No, Paige. Im done trying to get you to understand what you did was wrong, and why it’s shitty that you keep doing it. Im done with you, goodbye.”

Before she could even reply you were already on your way out, the loud environment seeming to drown out everything and everyone around you. But unbeknownst to you, the blonde had given you a reply. Mumbling under her breath just quiet enough that you could hopefully hear it within earshot,

“But I wanted it to be you.”

muahahahahaha !!! Idk how to feel abt this tbh…uhmmmm ??? as always tysm for reading !

[anantaru]

girllllll i just wanna have sex with kaeya so bad like id literally wither and shrivel up and die if i can't have sex with him before i hit menopause 💀

cw. kaeya knows how it's done, fem! reader

like the moon’s supreme reflection, your rare essence brings serenity to kaeya’s soul— and he was compelled to stay so close to you, touch and feel your skin, admitting to his own clinginess, fearing that if he doesn't watch out you would slip right past his fingertips, although not if he wraps his arms around you ever tight.

you recognize the warmth escaping his body and it compels you— the comfort an unwavering sanctuary, how his length was slowly sliding past the sides of your sensitive walls when he places the first out of many more following kisses on your lips.

this position, irreplaceable, allowing his tip to brush against the sweet spot of your cunt that was prickling in you, submitting yourself completely and aching to get rid of the coil deepening in your belly.

in contrast to your boyfriend who wanted to watch it all happen in real time, let the tangible image tether into his inner world while having his magnetizing eyes absorbed on the way your sweet face would switch in front of him, so that he could properly praise you right afterwards, cherishing your unique melody when you hiccup and sob at him— his shaft throbbing uncontrollably when you clench down, feeling your legs and thighs twitch under his body as he mercilessly drills himself in, the heels of your feet pushing at his backside as some sort of silent plea, urging him to fuck you harder.

unquestionably, he accepts, the fierce rutting on your tingling pussy becomes faster on every bump into your softness, your voice a mess of incoherent words and sobbing whines when you cry out his name on the hefty pushes and shoves, embracing his large cock’s skilled tempo— and fuck, you're drawing him into you even more, the single handed idea of you, with a genuine glow on your face, needing him so damn close made butterflies embrace the vulnerability in his stomach, his loins set on fire.

you grit your teeth together, it's about to happen now, so hard that you could feel his cock pump inside of you through vast spasms as your body begins to tighten together and welcome the force of a strong orgasm wrecking havoc on your flesh. kaeya allows himself a couple more thrusts before he stops himself in midst noticing how you're still clenching around his shaft, letting go, and clenching again, his cock soon after painting your walls with his gift as he cums inside with a low groan rumbling in his chest.

but his eyes, value radiating from the depth in vast expanse, drinking up your shuddering body— or your face, his favorite, tinted within a blissful, satisfied expression.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[ourfag]

it’s sometime after midnight and ed’s been lying there staring at the ceiling bc he’s too hungry to fall asleep and suddenly he remembers their fridge is full of food and he can literally go and have a snack right now and it’ll be fine so he gets out of bed to eat shredded cheese directly out of the bag while staring blankly at their fridge magnets (the correct way to eat shredded cheese) but on his way to the fridge he has to walk past the sink that’s got the dirty pots they used for dinner just soaking in there full of dish soap and tomato water and while he’s eating his cheese he keeps thinking about it and grossing himself out and finally decides it’s too nasty to ignore so he rolls his sleeves up and turns the light on and gives them a good scrubbing but now he’s just standing there washing dishes in silence which he’s never been any good at so he puts on some music and the thing is when he’s doing chores to music he always finds himself doing a little dance to it just enough to get his blood pumping so after he wipes down the sink basin he grabs a cup to fill with cold water in the bathroom (the bathroom sink water tastes better than the kitchen sink water and he doesn’t know why but he will stand by this) but in between gulps he notices a big splotch of toothpaste on the faucet so he wets a paper towel and wipes that off and while he’s at it he polishes up the rest of the sink as well but there’s some crevices he’s having trouble getting into so he retrieves a toothbrush from his Used Toothbrushes That He Won’t Throw Out Because They’re Useful For Many Other Things and tackles the crevices with enough force that he has to refill his water cup and once he’s given the sink a decent sweep all around he figures since he’s already got the toothbrush out he might as well lay a towel down for his knees and work on the grout because unfortunately the bathroom has a couple of corners that get no foot traffic and you can see what color the grout was before it got all grody so he’s down there toothbrushing peroxide into the bathroom floor when stede toddles in for a midnight pee and halts in the threshold still half asleep blinking and frowning at ed while ed stares up at him with toothbrush frozen in his hand and stede asks, very quietly, “what’re you doing?” and ed says, equally quietly, “i’m doing the grout”

[yelenaslyubov]

!NEW SERIES ANNOUNCEMENT!

“A NEW FRONTIER”

PART 1 // PART 2

pairing: yelena belova x reader

PLOT SUMMARY: When a top secret mission is brought upon a group of the Avengers, you must join them in the barren desert of Utah. The Avengers must go undercover and play the part of gentle cattle ranchers while taking part to silently fight an uprising. You are the newest recruit, which means this becomes your first mission. You do well to remember your place, as well as do your part, but this part becomes harder when a certain someone catches your eye. Your new mission becomes fighting a balance between your own feelings and the threat that looms over the Avengers. Will you be able to defeat the new threat to the universe as well as embrace your newfound feelings, or will you lose them both in the end?

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you

yelena belova

kate bishop

kamala khan

natasha romanoff

wanda maximoff

peter parker

steve rogers

sam wilson

bucky barnes

clint barton

tony stark

howdy everyone!!

i am excited to announce my first official series! i know i’ve teased a series before and i didn’t follow through with it, but i’m very excited for this. it’s definitely different than anything i’ve done before so i hope that people are pumped for it and enjoy it. this isn’t just my own idea but it is inspired by a story that me and a close friend came up with a couple years ago. this does not follow the exact events, but it is definitely inspired by it (you know who you are bestie). i’m not sure how many parts this story will have, but i am hoping at least 4! i’m hoping that once i get in the swing of writing for an actual series it will inspire me to go back to the previous series i wanted to start. as you can probably see, i really enjoy writing AU stories that take a completely different turn than canon events, whether that is plot or character driven. with that being said, i hope you enjoy this new story and i would love to hear how you feel about it!! until next time🤠🏜🐴

series inspired playlist:

big iron by marty robbins

are you gonna be my girl by jet

southern nights by glen campbell

ain’t no rest for the wicked by cage the elephant

run free by hans zimmer

supermassive black hole by muse

ghost riders in the sky by riders in the sky

red dead redemption by woody jackson

i kissed a girl by katy perry

a horse with no name by america

she calls me back by noah kahan

lonesome town by ricky nelson

barracuda by heart

get off my back by bryan adams

i was made for lovin’ you by KISS

take me home, country roads by lana del rey

saddle tramp by marty robbins

kickstart my heart by mötley crüe

in dreams by sierra ferrell

can’t stop by the red hot chili peppers

the good, the bad and the ugly by ennio morricone

beer for my horses by toby keith

american pie by don mclean

we belong together by ritchie valens

good luck, babe! by chappell roan

you send me by sam cooke

our song by taylor swift

home by edward sharpe & the magnetic zeros

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see ya soon partners ;)

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[dsireland86]

You guys... I need help... like mental help.

Almost finished, "Masked PT.2(Noah’s POV) and... well, it's dirtier than I meant for it to originally be. Like, I had no idea my brain could go this far. It's long, between 10,000 and 11,000 words long, but I had so much fun writing the back story, which is the first couple of pages.

Also, how much smut is too much, lol! And can something be too dirty?? 😫 I don't know, maybe I'm freaking/stressing out because my I'm exploring new and darker parts of my brain, idk.

Here's a snippet. Let me know what you think. I never thought I'd stress over writing fan fiction, yet here I am. 🫤😒

MASKED PT 2 NOAH’S POV (SNIPPET)

“Alright, Princess,” I sneer, giving my shaft a few quick pumps as I stand over top of her. “My turn. And if you’re going to use that smart ass mouth of yours to fuck with my head, then I’m going to use it to fuck my cock until my cum is hitting you in the back of throat and dripping from your chin. I won’t fuck your mouth nicely. I’ve been wanting this for too long. Understand?”

I stare down at her through the slanted holes of the ski mask, enchanted by the way she's watching me.

Her expression changes from confidence to unsettled I’ve got her right where I want her now. I’m the one in full control, and it feels good; it's too good. 

Everything around us fades the moment her lips part around my cock and she slowly begins to sink down on it. 

“Oh my fucking god,” I gasp, throwing my hands on top of my head and running them down my masked face. I bite my knuckle as the insatiable feeling of her tongue sliding down the back of my shaft, over the ridges and grooves, overwhelms me. I let the moan in my chest free and I feel the vibration of her approved hum against my dick. 

Glancing down, our eyes meet and I almost cum for her right then. Her deep, magnet stare pierces the armor on my heart, and straight away I’m feeling things about her that I never did before. My stomach tightens, every muscle in my body tenses. My breathing grows shaky and it feels like the room is spinning. 

I grunt, loudly hissing when she swirls her tongue around the tip of my hard length, playing with the slit and sucking the pre-cum that spills out of it. 

“Ughhh, fuck me! Goddammit, Princess, you look so fucking beautiful with my cock in you mouth. You feel so damn good, god!” praising her through clenched teeth.

My hands move around and cup her face then snake to the back of her head and tangle my fingers in her hair, ready to use her in the most degrading way possible to get what I want.

“Fuck, baby, I need more. I need you suck me harder. That’s it, god, fuck yes take it all baby, take it all!”

The tip of my cock hits the back of her throat and she gags, but I don't stop. I keep thrusting in and out of her mouth, keeping her right where I want her until I can hear her choked moans.

“You’re such a dirty girl, baby, allowing me and Folio to do this to you. But you like it don’t you? Huh?” She gags again, saliva once again, sliding down her chin and dripping on her thighs.

“Fuck yeah you do. You like to get fucked rough don’t you? You like it when I degrade you and make you feel dirty, don’t you?” I growl, panting from the burning tension building up inside me. She’s in tears, makeup running down her face and looking absolutely fucked out of her mind.

“Shit, I’m not going to last much longer!” mutter, holding her face close to my cock, pushing her harder against me. With each thrust, I feel myself flex against her tongue. I’m almost there.

“Harder baby, suck it harder. Just like that! Yeah, god yes. Make me cum for you, Princess. I want you to drink all of me.”

I look back down at her and just the sight of her hollowed, tear stained cheeks below, I groan and explode a hot wave of cum inside her mouth. My hips jerk violently against her mouth as she continues to suck and she swallows all of me like an expert, making me think she swallows more than she spits.

[ravennaortiz]

Eyes

Request for @mischiefnevermanaged89-blog from the posty request. As always 18+!

Angel swallowed hard as your pretty eyes bore into his. It was as if time had stopped. Just you and him, everyone else disappearing into the background. His thumb caressed your jaw line, eyes never leaving yours. He was in a trance unable to look away. This wasn’t the first time in all your years of friendship you guys had made eye contact. It was the first time it felt so magnetic though. He swallowed hard as a small voice in his head worried that this would change things. No going back from here. That’s what he wanted though right?

*Flashbacks*

You were eleven when you first met the Reyes brothers. Your family had just moved to Santo Padre from Lodi, well your family minus you’re dad.  Mrs. Reyes had brought over a welcome to the neighborhood basket. Her and your mother had chatted on the back porch with coffee for a bit. You had sat sulking on the stairs. You missed your home, your friends, and your tire swing in the big tree out front. This would never be your home. You were crying when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Looking up you met the worried eyes of a boy a little older than you that you would later learn was Angel Reyes. That moment sent you two careening down a path, your fates forever to be intertwined, you just didn’t know it then.

A year later violence snuck in through an unlocked window. This would come to be the night that no one spoke of ever again. You’re mother was beaten unconsciousness and you had broken your arm jumping out of your bedroom window. Adrenaline pumping you had sprinted across your yard and hurled yourself over the fence. You couldn’t remember what happened after that, everything went black until the next day.

Angel though remembered. It was a night burned into his memory. Screams of terror ripping him from a dead sleep. His first thought a wild animal but glancing out his window he saw you tumble from a window. He was up in an instant yelling for his pops as he sprinted through the house. He caught you as you came over the fence. Your eyes meeting his. Wild, unseeing and huge with fright. You screamed yourself into unconsciousness. He was so wrapped up in keeping you safe the gun shots didn’t even register with him until years later. You didn’t know it then but Angel made a vow to make sure no boy or man ever hurt you again.

Present Day

Staring into Angels eyes your mind drifted back to what you had said to EZ and Coco a couple weeks ago. I'm just lookin' for the right one. But them wrong ones keep lookin' at me. They had shared a look that you had ignored then. Looking back now you realized they knew. Truth be told you did too. The right one had been by you all along. He stood six three, was well muscled with tattoos and a beard. The right one who had had the decency to let you go through as many wrong ones as you needed too.

You ran your hands up his jean clad thighs. Your smile widening into a smirk when you felt him tense and heard his breath hitch. He licked his lips as he moved his thumb to trace along your lips. You darted your tongue out to kitten lick it making him arch a brow. Neither of you had seen this coming when he had suggested leaving the clubhouse after hours of partying. “Callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck. Crash at my place, baby, you're a wreck” he had sang off key at you as he slung an arm around your shoulders. You had laughed as you stumbled slightly but nodded. The two of you had playfully danced your way out of the clubhouse to begin your long walk to his house.

*Flashback*

“Let’s go” commanded an all too familiar voice. You sighed as your eyes flew open meeting with your best friends brown eyes. The guy you had been making out with on a car hood quickly detaching from you. “She’s a bit young for you. Say goodbye cause you two are done.” Stated Angel ignoring your attempt to interrupt. His arm was on your pulling you off as he shook his head. For some reason the guy you had been kissing decided to get brazen. “Sorry man. Didn't know that was your girl when she gave me top” he called with a snicker as he high fived one of his friends who had joined him.

The flash of anger darkened Angel’s eyes to almost coal black. It silenced any retort you had. That night ended with you both in a cop car for the first time, but only one of you in cuffs. Every time after that the excuse of  “I had some help. It aint like I could make this kind of mess all by myself.” Would tumble from both your lips when you were bailed out by his pops.

Present Day

Angel wouldn’t admit it, he was nervous, even if you already knew it. You could read him like a book. You two kept nothing from each other. Well except for maybe one thing but that seemed like it was coming to light. The feel of your tongue against his thumb however brief had his heartrate speeding up. Carefully he pressed his thumb against your lower lip. You were quick to part your lips and suck on just the tip making him groan. His eyes on yours even as he felt your hands rub higher on his thighs. His jeans starting to tent.

You sucked and licked the tip of Angels thumb gently. Giving him time to process what was happening. The two of you going slow and testing the waters. Neither one wanting to push the other past what they truly wanted. You kept your eyes locked on his, like so many times before that was the only way you two had to speak.

*Flashback*

You were seventeen when a college age guy was hitting on you and following you. Your eyes had briefly met Angels in passing as he worked on his bike. That was all that was needed for Angel to act.

You were nineteen when you gave him puppy dog eyes. He had rolled his but handed you a helmet and scooted back on his bike. Letting you drive him up and down the main strip. You would hit him with that same look when he was finally a patched member of the Mayans. You wanted to tag along, find yourself a real man, you had teased. He had sighed heavily and told you to no. Later that night he had come roaring up your driveway and met not your eyes but your mothers. He had nodded at the warning he saw there before she called you down.

Over the years the two of you would always have full conversations without a word being said. When EZ went to prison and Marisol was killed. When Angel ended up locked up, when he showed up with a strung out Coco and you helped him with him. When your heart was broken, when the guy you were dating threatened to shoot you.

Present Day

As well as you two were able to communicate with just your eyes, words were needed before anything further happened. Your hands were on his belt buckle when Angel finally spoke. “Wait” he whispered as he swallowed hard. Your hands stilled, lips still wrapped around the tip of his thumb as you waited for him to continue.

Angel took a deep breath as he pulled his thumb from your mouth and cupped your face gently. “I don’t want to mess this up. I want…..I want to be together. I’m not looking for just sex with you” he stated his eyes boring into you as he held your face in both hands now. “I love you”.

“I love you too Angel. I want forever with you” you replied lowly before grinning mischievously. “Should have started this conversation before I got on my knees in your bedroom and you put your thumb in my mouth” you teased making Angel shake his head and laugh. “That's the thing about love, it's gonna do what it do” replied Angel making you laugh.

“Don’t quote Post Malone at me or I’ll have to get up and leave.” You replied as you took your hands off his belt buckle and moved to stand.

“Now now now. Let’s not be hasty” replied Angel as he pulled you on top of him on the bed. You bent your head to kiss him and laughed as he quickly flipped you over. “Keep your eyes on mine baby” whispered Angel as his hands slid under your skirt. That night Angel made love to you for the first but not the last time.

Two years later

“Keep your eyes on mine baby” stated Angel as he held your hand and wiped your forehead. “You’ve got this mama” he stated as he kissed your cheek as you squeezed his hand as another contraction ripped through you.

“I think she has your eyes” stated Angel as he cradled your little girl for the first time. Once again he found himself entranced with a pair of beautiful eyes.

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[r0-boat]

Do you accept requests for ZZZ Billy? Thanks!

Yes I do ZZZ asks for everyone!!

Of course the children are considered platonic.

I'm not sure what you're asking for in particular so I'll just do regular headcanons.

Billy Kid sfw Headcannons

This man I feel it in my heart He is literally built for friends to lovers. Could you imagine going your whole life while he's your best friend the two of you kind of having feelings but you guys are both oblivious and think whatever you're feeling is just normal friend stuff.

I feel like Billy actually would be the first to find out his romantic feelings but that's only because Nicole would point it out, and Ambi would be the one too finally let it sink in with her harsh words it's like the whole world stops. His world slowly crumbling down.

Poor poor Billy It seems like karma was really hitting him from the times he would say "if people are in love they should just confess to each other... duh. How hard can it be just say I love you and done." Now he knows it's not as simple.

Billy starts to overthink every reaction from him now it's like when that revelation happened he sees you in a whole another light. He doesn't know if he likes it or hates it. Because he's never realized how cute you are at the same time He hates it because he can't act normal around you anymore. He wants to be cool and impress you but every time you look at him he just trips over his words and acts like a fool.

from advice from Nicole and help from Anby cuz he's going to need a lot of it Billy finally asks you out on a date, like a date date. He totally expects you to say no but he's actually like super surprised that you say yes And you caught him fist pumping when he thinks you're not looking.

Once he's finally in a relationship with you, his first relationship, he will not stop talking about you. The next time he 'opens his mouth' Nicole will angrily say, "We get it, Billy. You have a partner. Please stop flexing on the single people!!"

You guys have to do every single stereotypical couple thing he's always wanted to do. Like wear matching outfits, Go through the tunnel of Love (Yes he's serious, and He was very disappointed after)

You've never seen Billy so upset when you tried to kiss him for the first time, and he realizes he doesn't have lips. He can't feel your lips. He was so upset that it took hours for you to cheer him up. Now, as a joke, he bought a magnet that looks like a pair of lips to stick on his face when he wants to kiss you.

Every time he goes anywhere with you that has some game that wins a prize, He must insist that he will win an award for you, and he will not leave until he wins a prize for you. You can only imagine what happens next.

The two of you are at war... Billy's trying to get you into starlight night and you're trying to get him into your favorite fandom.

What time does he finally get a module that lets him feel touched? And the two of you put your hands together. It was a magical moment when he felt your fingers interlock with his. It was a moment he'd never forget when he'd wrap his arm around you and hold you close. I think at that moment he understood why couples are always so touchy-feely with each other. Because he feels like he never wants to let you go.

[teacupballerina]

PPG headcanons/plotbunnies townie and villain edition (non-crossover)

Mr. Green and Ms. Keane live in the same apartment complex. They meet after Keane's breakup in "Keen on Keane" when Green notices that Keane seems upset at the mail center. They start talking and--what a coincidence they both love kids!! A few episodes later Ms. Keane catches a nasty illness from amoeba-tainted oranges after "Divide and Conquer" and the only person she trusts to watch over her beloved class in "Substitute Creature" is Mr. Green. A few years later they get married and have halflings who help the new generation in Townsville stomach monster integration.

Robin's parents divorce not long after Super Friends and she blames herself because they are verbally abusive. They have split custody so Robin is only the Utoniums' neighbor every other week. She has an emo phase in middle school and cuts her hair short. Inspiration: the couple her parents were based on divorced IRL and she knows she's "an accident".

Following from previous, in high school Bubbles and Robin become girlfriends, Bubbles is the one who confesses first.

Buttercup taught Ace how to play bass during some never-made episode where the girls teach them to play instruments as part of a rehabilitation effort after Aspirations. ("If you want to meet girls, why don't you guys start a band?") The gang goes on to form a ska band with Snake on guitar, Ace on bass, Billy on drums, Arturo on trumpet (which he already knew how to play somehow) and Grubber on mic. They eventually split when Ace gets the call from Gorillaz.

Sedusa is Ms. Keane's elder sister. This is the reason Ms. Keane is more sympathetic to monsters and mutants. She doesn't have a lot of time between grading homework to keep up with supervillain activity, so she doesn't know half of what Sedusa has done. At some point they meet again and catch up, Sedusa goes low profile after "Aspirations" and leans more into civilian life. The girls don't find out the relation until after leaving Pokey Oaks Kindergarten, at Ms. Keane's wedding to Mr. Green.

Bubbles stays in touch with Wuzzy after "Roughin' It Up" and learns more about the forest and the Lumpkins clan from him. She even dates Wuzzy for a while and has a farmgirl phase, buying vegan leather cowboy boots that she wears into adulthood. This all helps her connect with and befriend Fuzzy himself, who learns to be more accepting through her. LOOK HOW CUTE THO:

Mojo Jojo ages very slowly due to his Chemical X mutation. His specific fixation on Blossom culminates in his focus shifting to either converting or dating her rather than destroying her (something he comes to understand as impossible). Even he doesn't know what he wants and has a lot of anguish over how he feels about her. Blossom's willing to be friends if he stops busting the city up, but she's never telling him that.

The Rowdyruff boys grow into manchildren and start "The Ruffcast", a manosphere podcast/youtube where they do nothing but play videogames, pump iron and complain about the Powerpuff Girls being too smart, too fat, and not feminine enough. Mitch Mitchelson gets roped in as the camera guy and occasional participant, which makes Buttercup dump him.

Princess Morbucks goes from wanting to be a Powerpuff Girl to just wanting to be a team leader. She recruits/buys her own team of girls to suit up and boss around, and this becomes a high-turnover job position for desperate people. Every other time the girls meet Princess, her lackeys are different. Daddy eventually disowns her not for being a villain but for being a tabloid magnet in college, forcing her to start over with nothing. One last ditch effort leads her to public records, and searching for any extended family to appeal to, she discovers her birth mother is Sara Bellum [A lesbian who used to be Morbucks' secretary--she loves Mayor because he's a harmless decent man who helped her escape that situation by hiring her]. Bellum takes her in, reluctantly, but she is totally immune to manipulation and sets her straight.

Ms. Bellum eventually runs for Mayor of Townsville and wins. Mayor Mayor retires to Pokey Oaks senior center. The girls visit him often and occasionally consult him for info about Townsville's history if needed--it's much easier for him to remember things from a long time ago, he's not so good with the day-to-day stuff. Bubbles volunteers there with Bullet, who opens Mayor's pickle jars when the nurses can't.

Harry Pitt running gag: Getting referenced as being in juvie and then prison, but it's never stated what he did. We know what he's in for, but the other characters never say.

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Magnet & Steel - Part One

a/n: I was updating my masterlist and I realized I never posted the first part of this on here!! I wrote this in sept 2021, before my life fell apart lmao there are several other parts on patreon. I was updating my masterlist because I realized I never added any of the "part one"'s to the patreon fics that I post on here. Hope this still holds up! REMEMBER TO REBLOG

Here's my author's note from when I originally posted: I haven't done a "college" fic in a while, so here we are! Penelope is 21, and Harry is turning 24. He's a TA for her senior major course, but they met over the summer under an odd circumstance. Can't wait to know what you think! [Inspired by this song]

Warnings: threesome (😮) angst, lots of smut

Words: 15.7K

Don’t ask Penelope how she ended up in a threesome. All she knows is that she agreed to one. School was about to start, and she was out with a guy she was having a casual fling with. They were getting drinks when he brought up the subject to her. She was hesitant at first, but when Luke said it would be with his friend Harry, Penelope felt a little more comfortable. She’s straight, and as much as she’d like to think she’d be adventurous enough to hook up with another girl, she just wasn’t. But the idea of having two guys going to town on her? Yes, please! She was also more than willing after Luke showed her a picture of Harry. Luke and Harry weren’t close, but Luke had really been wanting to check off having a threesome on his “Things To Do Before I Graduate” list. So, she agreed.

Luke set everything up, all Penelope had to do was show up at a hotel with whatever types of condoms she prefers, and her favorite type of alcohol (if she felt like drinking). She didn’t tell her friends what she was up to, just that she was spending the night with her fuck buddy, Luke. No one gave it a second thought.

She got the key card in a cute little box that Luke left for her, making her feel all the more special. She takes a deep breath in the elevator up to the room. She swipes the card, and enters. Luke and Harry both greet her with warm smiles. Luke introduces them, and the three of them laugh a bit over the situation. They all take a couple of shots of vodka before getting started. Luke had put together a playlist to set the mood. Harry dimmed the lighting by putting a sheer scarf over one of the lamps.

Luke wanted to make sure Penelope was comfortable, so he started off by asking her questions. Harry did the same. They all wanted to make sure everyone was okay with what they were about to do, and if anyone wanted to stop at any point, they would. And so, once they get all of that settled, Luke begins by kissing Penelope.

The three are sat on the bed. Penelope shivers when she feels Harry move the strap of her tank top off her shoulder for him to kiss on. She places a hand on his thigh, giving it a squeeze. She didn’t want anyone feeling left out. Luke gestures for her to turn to kiss Harry, and she blushes before doing so. He smiles into the kiss, and she moans softly as Luke’s hands grope her breasts.

Before long, they’re all completely naked. All of their lips are swollen from kissing. Penelope’s on all fours, sucking Luke’s cock while Harry eats her out from behind. She feels bad because she can barely concentrate on making Luke feel good. Harry’s tonguing her asshole while he’s three fingers knuckle deep in her pussy. She has to pop off of Luke, and just pump him with her hand. She can feel an odd pressure building, one that she hasn’t felt before. Without warning, she’s drenching Harry’s fingers and wrist. So much so, some of it even gets onto his chest. She lays on her back to catch her breath while Luke licks the mess off Harry’s fingers. Her mouth falls open as she watches them. She whimpers, feeling turned on from the erotic sight before her.

The only snag happens after they’re all through with the foreplay. Both of the boys want to fuck Penelope, and they weren’t sure how to do that so it was fair. Harry mentions that Luke had gotten to fuck her plenty of times, so he already knows what it feels like. They ask her if she could take one after the other, but she shakes her head no. Then they agree on whoever doesn’t get to have her cunt can have her mouth.

“I want Harry to fuck me.” Penelope says. She can see the tinge of disappointment on Luke’s face, even with the dim lighting. “It’s like he said, you’ve had me before.” She leans back on her elbows, opening her legs. “Don’t you wanna share so Harry can feel how tight and wet I am?”

Both of the boys lose their minds. Harry gets a condom on and flips Penelope onto her stomach. He pulls her hips back and enters her. Her mouth falls open, in shock from how much bigger he is than Luke. Luke gets in front of her, and feeds her his cock. (She got to suck on Harry’s earlier too. They even took turns fingering her and eating her out.) She moans around Luke when she feels Harry start to hit her g-spot. She sucks Luke’s cock faster, she needed him to come fast so she could fully enjoy Harry. And that’s exactly what happens. While Luke recovers, Penelope rubs her clit and Harry continues to pound into her. She cries out when she comes, and instead of Harry spilling into the condom, he pulls out, sits up against the headboard, and pulls Penelope onto his lap. She sinks down on him reverse, and he holds her wrists behind her back.

“Luke, rub her clit for me.” Harry grunts, thrusting up into her.

Luke does as Harry says, rubbing Penelope’s clit while licking into her mouth. Harry bites and sucks on the crook of her neck. Her back arches into him over and over, and her hips match his on every thrust. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she comes again. Harry comes next, his body going slack against the headboard.

The three of them sit for a moment before cleaning themselves up. The boys let Penelope use the bathroom first, which she’s grateful for because she needed to pee desperately. Harry goes next, then Luke. None of them were going to stay the night, so they tidy up before heading out. They’re all exhausted, but none of them wanted to wake up in that hotel room where so much had gone down. They say their goodbyes after checking out, and that’s that.

The next time Penelope hooks up with Luke, all she can think about is Harry. He just fucked her so much better than Luke ever did. He was shocked when she told him she didn’t want to be fuck buddies anymore.

“I just think we’ve reached the finish line of whatever this is between us. It was fun for the summer, but I need to focus on school. We also both go to different schools, so…”

“I just thought we had something good going. Where did things go wrong?”

“Nothing went wrong, I…I just don’t see this turning into anything more.”

“Is this because of the threesome? Should we not have done it?”

“No! I’m glad we did it, it was fun. I’m sorry, I just don’t want…I don’t want to hook up with you anymore.”

“Harsh, Pen.” Luke sighs. “Is it Harry? Do you like him?”

“I only met him that one time. I haven’t seen or talked to him since. You and I would have drifted apart after school started anyways. This is for the best.”

The truth was she couldn’t stop thinking about Harry. No one had ever made her squirt before, and she couldn’t get the thought of it out of her mind. She’d do anything to feel that good again. But she didn’t know his last name, and she certainly wasn’t going to ask Luke. She’ll just have to think of him fondly.

//

Call her basic, but Penelope is an English major with a concentration in writing. She has a graphic design minor as a backup, and already has plenty of freelance work lined up, so she’s not super worried about what she’s going to do after she graduates. She loves writing, and is hoping to make it a career someday, but for now she’s just trying to get through her senior year.

With that, her fall load is a mix of high level courses, and a couple of easy graphic design courses. The high level one she has to take for her major is called Critical Theory. She wasn’t sure if she was dreading this class, or if she was excited about it. Ever the proactive person, before class Penelope looked over the course description:

Critical Theory seeks acquaint students with specific modern and contemporary schools of literary theory including: Formalism, Reader Response, Psychoanalysis, Structuralism, Semiotics, Marxism, Poststructuralism, Feminism, Queer Theory, Postcolonial Theory and New Historicism. More importantly, students begin to develop their own theoretical approach, informed by what they learn from reading important literary theorists.

She was excited about diving into all of the different types of theory, she just wasn’t excited about who was teaching it. The class is taught by this older woman who is a tenured English faculty member. She has a bad reputation for being overly serious, and makes the class feel so mundane. It’s a senior level course, shouldn’t it be fun? Professor Allen didn’t seem to think so.

Penelope heads to class with her friend, Ryan, who is also one of her roommates. Ryan was one of the few people Penelope told about her escapades over the summer. He’s a no judgement kind of guy, and has been besties with Penelope since their freshman year. They met in their first major course, and became inseparable. She also happens to know that Ryan has had a threesome before as well, and his was also with two other guys.

The two walk into their classroom. It seats about forty, so it’s not small, but it’s also not one of those giant lecture halls you’d see on television. They sit in the third row from the front, a happy medium, and get settled. Other students trickle in as the time gets closer to class starting. Penelope and Ryan both sip on their iced coffees and scroll through Instagrams on their respective phones. It’s a 9AM class, it’s not insanely early, but it’s still a little too early to function enough for small talk. The light sound of chatter dissolves as Professor Allen walks into the room. A young man walks in behind her, and Penelope nearly chokes on her coffee.

“Good morning, class!” Professor Allen says, somewhat cheerfully. “I have some news before we get started. Some of you have known me for quite some time, so I won’t mince words. I’m having a medical procedure done in a couple of weeks that will have me bedridden for the remainder of the semester, so all of my courses will be instructed by some trusted TA’s. This is one of them, Harry Styles. I’ll be letting him take the lead and just observe before I’m out for the rest of the semester. Please pay him the same respect you would me. Harry, go on and introduce yourself.” Professor Allen smiles at him, and he nods.

“Yeah, hi, everyone. My name’s Harry, feel free to just call me that. I’m a grad student going for my MEd, and then eventually my PhD, so I’ll be here for a while.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I was an English major during my undergrad career, so I’m hoping we can all get along. I’ve only ever taught online before, but I’m really passionate about what we’ll be discussing in this class, so I think we’ll be alright.”

“Thank you, Harry.” Professor Allen smiles. “Go on and take roll, I’m going to pull up the course page and syllabus.”

Harry nods, and grabs a notebook from his bag. Penelope is sweating, squirming in her seat. Ryan looks at her puzzled, having no idea why she’s suddenly so out of sorts. Harry calls out each name, and asks if there’s any specific preferred names or pronouns he should be aware of. Then he gets to Penelope…

“Penelope Quentin.” He reads, and then his eyes widen when he fully registers the name. He looks ups when he hears her.

“Here.” She says quietly. The two make eye contact for a moment too long before he moves on to the next name. “Shit.” She says under her breath.

“What’s wrong?” Ryan whispers to her.

“That’s Harry…from the you know what with Luke.” She whispers back, and Ryan’s jaw drops.

“Oh, shit.”

“What am I gonna do? This class is only offered in the fall, so I can’t drop it.”

“Just relax, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Penelope and Ryan, I’m not afraid to separate you two.” Professor Allen says. Penelope notices the small smirk on Harry’s lips as Professor Allen begins going over the syllabus. Harry chimes in from time to time as well. “Since I won’t be here, I won’t be having office hours. Harry will be taking over my office, so you can see him during his office hours. Please try to remember that he’s not only teaching, but he’s a student too.”

Professor Allen is tough, but fair. That’s probably her one redeemable quality. Harry goes over the course page, and talks about the books needed for class. He goes over a couple of big assignments, but other than that, there’s not much else since it’s just the first week. It’s a relief when class is dismissed early. Penelope wants to get out of there as soon as possible. She’s right behind Ryan, but feels a slight tug on her elbow. She turns to look at Harry, and she feels about two inches tall.

“Hey…do you have a minute?” He asks awkwardly, putting his things in his bag.

“Um…sure, my next class isn’t until eleven, so…I’ve got a bit of time.” She looks back at Ryan. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

Ryan nods and leaves the classroom. Penelope follows Harry out, and they walk in an awkward silence out of the building. They walk until they get to the student union, and grab a table at the student café.

“I’m gonna grab a coffee, do you need another?” He asks.

“No, um, I think one is plenty for today, thank you.”

Harry nods and goes up to get himself a coffee. He returns with a small cup, and a large chocolate chip cookie. He nudges it towards Penelope, and she raises an eyebrow at him.

“Had to get you something.” He shrugs, and takes a sip of his coffee.

“Oh, um, thanks. This’ll be a nice treat for later.”

“I…I assumed you went to the same school as Luke.” He blurts out. “I had no idea you went here, and I didn’t even have a chance to check the class roster beforehand this morning.”

“No, it’s okay. Luke and I worked at the same restaurant this summer, that’s how we met and got familiar. I assumed you two went to school together.”

“No.” Harry shakes his head. “We went to high school together, we were on the same basketball team.”

“Oh…I guess we didn’t exactly have time to get to know each other given the circumstances.”

“It’s better when you keep your distance for things like that.”

“Had you ever hooked up with him before?”

“No.” Harry chuckles. “But I knew he was bi, and I knew he was sort of into me, so when he asked if I wanted to participate I thought it would be fun. Especially after he showed me a couple of pictures of you. Are you two still seeing each other, or…?”

“No, I broke things off with him a couple of weeks ago. We weren’t anything serious to begin with, we were just hookup buddies, you know? I don’t really want a boyfriend right now. Being tied down before graduating doesn’t sound like a great idea.”

“I completely get that, you’re preaching to the choir. I hope you won’t be uncomfortable with me teaching your class. You seemed so frazzled before.”

“I was in shock. You were the last person I expected to see today, and my friend Ryan is the only one who knows about the…about the threesome.” She whispers the word. “I’m not exactly known for being, well, for being a hole.”

“Oh my god.” Harry laughs. “You’re funny, you know that? So, what, you didn’t tell your other friends that you let two guys have their way with you?”

“No.” She blushes, a small smile gracing her lips. “I think they’d be in shock from the information alone. I had a good time with the both of you, it was fun.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“Although…I think going forward I’ll stick to just fucking one person at a time. I was super tired the next couple of days.”

“It’s a lot of work, being a hole.” He smirks, leaning back in his chair. Penelope laughs at that, and finishes off what’s left of her iced coffee. “It was my first time doing something like that too. I’ve always been curious about the appeal. I had a tough time holding back.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you were Luke’s girl, or so I thought, so I didn’t want to be the leader, but there were a lot of times I just wanted to push him out of the way. You’re very…you’re very cute, and I kind of just wanted you to myself after we really got started.”

“You were sort of greedy with me.” She’s trying so hard to save face. She wants to melt into a puddle. The guy she’s been thinking about non-stop for weeks not only thinks she’s cute, but has just admitted that he wanted her all to himself. “I didn’t mind it though.”

“Fed my ego when you outright said you wanted me to fuck you.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Harry nods at that, and they both lean in so Penelope can easily whisper. “There were times I wanted to push Luke out of the way too.” Harry grins a beaming smile at Penelope. She sits back in her chair and chews on her bottom lip. “So, um, what do we do?”

“About?”

“Class.”

“I don’t think there’s anything to do. I didn’t know you’d be in my class when we did what we did. No harm done.”

“But what if, um, what if…we want to-“

“Oh!” Harry’s surprised since Penelope didn’t try to connect with him after everything. “You’d wanna hook up again?”

“Yeah.” She blushes.

“Little cliché, isn’t it?” Harry smirks. “A student fucking their TA?”

“I met you beforehand…it wouldn’t be totally wrong, would it?”

“You like doing things you’re not technically supposed to do, don’t you.” It’s not a question. Penelope can feel the heat in her cheeks getting warmer. Harry leans in a little more, making sure absolutely no one will be able to hear him. “And all this time I thought you were a good girl.”

“I am.” She swallows. “Or…I could just be good for you, maybe.” Harry’s eyebrows raise at that. “I could be your good girl.”

“Jesus Christ.” Harry sits back and fans himself with his hand playfully. “We’d have to keep it quiet. I wouldn’t want anyone thinking you’re screwing me to get a good grade.”

“I don’t need to screw you to get a good grade, thank you very much.” She smirks. “But I agree, it’s probably a good idea not to blab about it. Ryan will know, he can read me like a book.”

“It’s probably good to tell at least one friend. Secrets like these can be hard to keep sometimes.” Harry takes out his phone, and slides it to her. “Put your number in. You mentioned before you’re not looking for a boyfriend.” Penelope hums her response as she creates a contact for herself in Harry’s phone. “Well, I’m not looking for a girlfriend either. I’m happy to not fuck anyone else if that’s what you’d prefer, but I won’t be taking you out on any dates, and I might not call the next day. This has to be just sex.”

“Good, because that’s all I want from you.” She slides his phone back over to him. “I texted myself.” She gathers her things and stands up. “I need to run home quick before my next class. See you around.”

“Yeah, see you, Penelope.”

//

“From how mortified you were in class I never would have thought you’d leave your chat having made a new fuck buddy.” Ryan laughs later on that day as Penelope tells him what happened. “Good for you, he’s as cute as you said.”

“And this time I won’t have to share.” Penelope grins. “Ry, when I tell you a dick has never felt this good. I mean, fuck.”

“Are you gonna tell Luke?”

“No, why would I?”

“Because you’ll eventually end up working together again. Don’t you think it’ll be weird for him?”

“No.” Penelope shakes her head. “This whole thing probably won’t last long anyways. We’ll probably fuck, like, once, and that’ll be it.” She shrugs.

//

The rest of the week goes by in a blur. Syllabus week is usually pretty chill. During lecture on Wednesday, Professor Allen did most of the talking so Harry could observe. His eyes would occasionally drift over to Penelope. When their eyes would catch, they would both smile shyly before looking away.

Being a senior means having no classes on Fridays, which means Thursday nights are for drinking, and going to parties. With it being the first weekend of the semester, it was bound to be crazy. Penelope and her friends get invited to a few different houses, so they pregame at their own apartment before heading out. They go in and out of a few different houses, saying hi to friends, then Penelope and Ryan break off to go to the bars downtown.

“No fucking way.” Penelope says. “That’s Harry!”

Harry’s making drinks behind the bar, and Penelope goes right up, batting her lashes. He smirks and leans his forearms on the bar.

“What can I get for you, beautiful?”

“Two Grateful Deads, please.”

“You got it.” Harry makes up the drinks, and gives them to Penelope and Ryan. “They’re on me.”

“You don’t have to do that.” Penelope says.

“I want to.”

“Here, then, how about a fat tip?” Ryan puts a ten dollar bill on the bar, and Harry happily takes it.

“Don’t think this is a bribe for a good grade, now.” Harry teases.

“Me? Never.” Ryan puts a hand up in defense. “Pen, I’m gonna go see if Alex is here. Are you good?”

“Mhm, go have fun.” She smiles, and turns back to Harry. “How do you have time to work here?”

“I just do.” He shrugs. “I’m only the TA for our class, and I’m only taking three grad classes this semester. Two of which are online asynchronous, so it’s fine. The stipend I get is just enough to cover housing and some other bills. This’ll help me not live paycheck to paycheck.”

“That’s smart.”

“You didn’t think I was stupid, did you?” He leans a little farther forward.

“Maybe a little, since you didn’t ask for my number right away.”

“I thought you and Luke were a legitimate item!” Harry laughs, standing back up straight.

“If that were the case, it would have been a little fucked up for us to have a threesome. And even more fucked up of me to choose you over him, don’t you think?”

“I guess, yeah.” He sees he’s getting waved down by someone for another round. “I have to tend to the customers. Stay here? I can chat between orders.”

“Okay.”

Penelope watches as Harry tends to the bar. She watches as other people try to flirt with him. She feels a tinge of jealousy, but she gets over it because she knows that no one else will have the chance to know him like she does.

“I’m surprised you’re not at some big house party.” Harry says to her a little later on.

“We stopped by a few places earlier to say hi, but now that we’re all of age it’s more fun to come down here where we don’t have to worry about the cops coming to shut the party down.”

“Very true.”

“So, are you going to work here all semester?”

“I don’t know yet. This was honestly just a summer gig. I think I might work through September, and then see. I’d like to have fun with my friends too.” He notices that Penelope’s glass is empty. “Do you want another?”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“Are you gonna take me home tonight?”

“Do you want me to?” She nods her head yes. “Alright.” He smiles.

“Then I’ll just have water. I don’t wanna be wasted if you’re going to fuck me.” Harry chuckles at that, and gets her some ice water. “Thanks.” She takes a big gulp. “I’m gonna go find Ryan and dance for a bit. What time do you get off, are you here ‘til close?”

“Nope.” Harry smiles. “I’m only on the clock for another hour. Go have fun, I’ll grab you later.”

Penelope smiles, takes her glass of water, and heads towards the dance floor. She finds Ryan, and he pulls her closer to dance with him. An hour or so later, Harry makes his way through the crowded dance floor, and finds Penelope. He taps her shoulder, and she turns around. He asks if she wants to dance and she nods, turning back around to press her ass against his pelvis. His hands grip her hips, and they move along to the music together.

“So, my place or yours?” Harry asks Penelope after a few songs. She chews on her bottom lip.

“Mine, then you won’t have to worry about walking me back when we’re done.” She grins.

“Smart.” He drapes his arm around her shoulders, keeping her pressed into his side. “Ryan, we’re gonna head out, are you good?”

“Yeah! See you later.” Ryan smiles. He was dancing with Alex, so he was perfectly content.

Penelope and Harry make their way out of the bar, and to her apartment. She keys inside the building, and leads Harry up two flights of stairs before reaching their destination. She puts a finger up to her lips, signaling to him that he needs to be quiet. Her other roommates could easily be back and asleep, and she didn’t want to wake them. They walk quietly, yet with a purpose, to Penelope’s bedroom. Once they’re in, she locks the door behind them. He comes up to her, pressing her gently against the door, and slotting his mouth over hers.

“You still want to?” Harry asks as he kisses a trail to her neck. “It’s okay if you don’t.”

“No, I want to. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” Harry pauses his kissing to step back and look at her with raised eyebrows. “I…I mean, like, that night…I’ve wanted you to fuck me again for a while. Shit, did I just ruin it?”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” He smiles softly at her. “I’m just surprised, is all. I barely got to do half of the shit I wanted with you, and yet I was still able to leave a lasting impression.”

“You know your dick is big.” Her face flushes.

“Was that the only memorable part?” He presses his thigh between hers, causing her to grunt.

“No.” Truth be told, Penelope couldn’t get a single part of him out of her mind since that night. Every kiss, every touch, every moan…there was just something so alluring about Harry, and she had wanted him again desperately. “Please, I…don’t tease me right now. I’m too riled up for that.”

“Ah, so you just want it hard and fast tonight, is that it?”

“Yes.” She tugs on the collar of his shirt, pulling him back down to her to kiss. She bites down and sucks on his bottom lip. “Please, Harry.”

He cups her jaw, licking into her mouth, then tugs her back to her bed. They both fall on top of it, and fumble around to get their clothes off. He nips at various parts of her breasts and chest, working his way down to between her legs. Her back arches as his tongue licks a fat stripe up her slit. He spits down on her pussy, then licks over her clit, swirling his tongue around the small bud. Penelope fists at her blankets, and grits her teeth. Harry rubs his fingers around her entrance before slipping his index and middle inside. She squirms a bit from the intensity of it all. His mouth is making a mess of her clit while his fingers thrust in out of her in search for her g-spot.

“Shit, right there!” She gasps, then claps her hand over her mouth.

Harry groans against her, feeling how wet he’s making her with what he’s doing. He can feel her tightening around his fingers. He wonders if she’ll squirt again like she did the last time he was between her legs like this. He hopes she does, it was one of the hottest things he had ever seen. A few more strokes of his fingers and she’s gushing. Harry quickly removes his fingers from inside her, and rubs her clit rapidly. He has to use his other hand to hold one of Penelope’s legs down so she won’t close them. Her comforter is soaked. She thinks he’s going to give her a moment to catch her breath when he takes his hand away, but she gasps when she feels his hot mouth back on her, licking away at the mess she made.

“Does that happen a lot?” Harry asks her as he kisses his way back up her body.

“No.” She reaches into her side table for a condom, and hands it to him. “It’s only happened one time prior to you, and then it didn’t happen again until you. It’s sort of embarrassing…”

“Are you kidding?” He rips the foil packet open and slides the condom on his hard cock. “I’ve only ever seen that happen in porn. I have to say, the real thing is way hotter than watching it happen on a screen.” He pecks her lips as he lines himself up with her. “I like knowing that I’m making you feel that good.” He pushes inside of her, and they both groan. “Did…did Luke ever…was he the first person-“

“It happened while I was touching myself one night, okay? And that was like two years ago, and then it didn’t happen again until you fingered me from behind during the threesome. Can we move on?” She says, rolling her hips up to his to get him to start moving.

“That’s not a very nice way to talk to me.” Harry gives her a sharp thrust. “Thought you wanted to be my good girl.”

“I do, but you’re making it difficult.” She huffs. “Don’t bring up Luke, or anyone else.”

Harry nods, and starts giving her hard and fast strokes. He takes her wrists, and presses them down on either side of her head. She’s breathing heavily, desperately trying to stay as quiet as she can. She knows the walls of her apartment are thin, and knows how annoyed she’d be if the shoe were on the other foot. Harry releases one of her wrists so he can hook an arm under one of her knees so he can drive it in deeper.

“Oh, God.” Penelope throws her head back into her pillow.

“Like that?” He grunts into her ear. “So fucking deep.”

“Yes.” She gets a fist full of his hair, and presses him further into her neck. He sucks on the tender skin, causing her to let out an elongated moan. She bites down on his shoulder to try to keep herself quiet.

Harry moves to sit up on his knees, gripping her hips to raise them up a bit. He holds onto her tight as he grinds his cock in and out of her. She reaches to rub her clit, but looks him in the eyes first as if to ask if it was okay. He nods rapidly, grabbing her hand to place it where she needs it most, and she starts touching herself. Harry’s mouth falls open as he watches the scene before him. Penelope bites down on her other palm to muffle the sounds of her cries and screams as she comes around Harry’s cock. He spills into the condom shortly after, and comes down to her to kiss her over and over. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as they explore each other’s mouths. Once their breathing evens out a bit more, Harry pulls out of her.

“Fuck.” He runs a hand through his hair and looks at her. “That was great.”

“Yeah.” She smiles at him. “I’ve got a small trash bin by my desk.” She points over to it.

“Right.” He nods, and gets off her bed. He disposes of the condom, then starts to put his clothes back on. Penelope throws on an extra-large bed shirt. “So…you good?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “Just wanted to make sure you were alright before I left.”

“Harry, it’s not like you whipped me and called me a whore.” She laughs. “I’m all set, you can go.”

“Alright.” He laughs too. “I’m glad you came to the bar tonight. I was going to text you, but then I didn’t because I didn’t know if you had class tomorrow morning or not.”

“I don’t have classes on Fridays, actually.”

“Good to know.” He pecks her lips, and opens her bedroom door to leave.

Penelope goes down the hall to use the bathroom, and go through her nightly routine. She drinks a little bit of water, then goes back to her room. She yanks the comforter off her bed, and sighs with relief when she sees the wet spot didn’t seep through to her other blankets and sheets. She slips into bed and gets comfortable. It doesn’t take her long to fall asleep.

//

During the day Friday, after sleeping in, Penelope goes to the library with Ryan to get a jump on some homework. There wasn’t a ton of stuff assigned since it was syllabus week, but Penelope had an easier time reading her academic texts at the library, and so did Ryan. Novels she could read just fine in her bedroom. The two dove into how their nights ended: Penelope took Harry home, and Alex took Ryan home. All in all, they both had a good night.

“So, when are you going to tell Jessa and Naomi about Harry?” Ryan asks her.

“Probably tonight when we have our movie night.”

“I can’t wait to watch Mystic Pizza.” Ryan sighs happily. “I love our little traditions.”

“Me too.” Penelope smiles.

//

That night, Penelope, Ryan, Jessa, and Naomi all get comfortable in their living room to watch their movie. They have drinks, pizza, and cookies - nothing could be better. Penelope tells the girls about Harry, not naming him, but that she has acquired a new fuck buddy.

“Ohh, so that’s who I saw sneaking out of here last night. I got up to grab a late night snack, and I heard the door open and close.” Jessa says.

“Sorry, we tried to be as quiet as we possibly could.” Penelope explains. “I didn’t want to wake either of you.”

“No worries.” Naomi smiles. “Glad you got yours. The party we ended up at was full of gross people, so we left.”

“Yeah, and then we were too exhausted to go anywhere else.” Jessa shrugs.

About halfway through the movie, Penelope feels her phone buzz next to her thigh. Normally, she wouldn’t look at her phone during a roomie night, but she was curious to see who was texting her at 10PM.

Harry: wyd

Penelope: watching a movie with my roomies, wbu

Harry: just got home from the bar…wanna come over?

Penelope: I can’t…it’s roomie night, we’re watching a movie

Harry: come over after the movie

Penelope: I’m not going to walk by myself to god knows where at night

Harry: can’t Ryan walk you?

Penelope: I’m sure he would if I asked, but I’m not going to because it’s not his job

Penelope: If you want me to come over then you can come and get me

Harry: jfc fine! What time???

Penelope: idk whenever the movie ends, I’ll text you

Harry: don’t make me wait too long

Penelope rolls her eyes, and puts her phone down. She really didn’t want to leave her friends, and she was hoping for just a chill night. They didn’t technically have other plans after the movie, but usually they would watch another, maybe do their nails, and drink a little more. She didn’t want to ditch them.

“Hey, uh…after the movie’s over, would you guys be mad if I went to go hook up?” Penelope asks the group.

“Why would we be mad?! Did fuck buddy text you?” Jessa asks.

“Yeah, but I won’t ditch if you all want me to stay afterwards.”

“I have to get up early for field hockey, so I was planning to crash after the movie.” Naomi says.

“And I have an early shift at the coffee shop.” Ryan says. “Do you need me to walk you there?”

“No, he said he’d come get me. Thanks, guys.”

“Oh, please.” Jessa scoffs. “As if we’d ever cock block. It was nice of you to consider all our feelings, though.”

“Always.” Penelope smiles. She really does have a great circle of people around her.

After the movie’s over, Penelope texts Harry that he can come get her. She puts a small tote bag of things together for herself in case she ends up spending the night. She sure as shit wasn’t going to walk back by herself. Harry texts her that he’s outside, and off she goes. She doesn’t see anyone out on the street, just a car, so she walks up to it. She sees Harry in the driver’s seat, and she opens the door to get in.

“Hi.” She smiles.

“Hey.” He smiles back. He’s dressed more casually tonight, donning a pair of grey joggers and a white tee shirt. He pulls onto the street, and makes his way to his building.

“Are you way off campus, or…?”

“Nah, I live in the grad student housing complex. It’s sort of like a townhouse, which is nice. I share it with three other people.”

“I never asked before, but how old are you?”

“I’ll be twenty-four in February, why?”

“Just wondering.” She shrugs a shoulder. “Did you take a gap year between undergrad and grad?”

“Yeah, I wanted to work for a bit so I could have some time to figure out what I wanted to do next. I kind of just want to get paid to read, so when I was looking into different programs, the one at this school caught my eye. The grad program here has a smooth transition into the doctorate.”

“That’s so cool. I feel like once I graduate I’m never going back to school.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I want to be a writer. I…I like writing creatively, fiction mostly. Too bad you don’t want to get into publishing, you could read while I write.” She jokes, and it makes him chuckle.

“I actually thought about going into publishing, but then I realized I’d have to read books I don’t really give a fuck about, and then marketing comes into play, and I really don’t give a fuck about that.”

“So, basically doing more schoolwork allows you to just read whatever, whenever?”

“Pretty much.” Harry pulls into a parking space, and leads her to his building. “All of my roommates are out, by the way. They like to go to the bar on Fridays since they know all you undergrads tend to stay in on Friday nights.” He smirks, and keys into the house. “And for even more convenience, three of the bedrooms are upstairs, and mine is on the ground level. So, either way, we have a little more privacy, and I have my own bathroom.”

“Damn, how’d you get so lucky?”

“I moved in first over the summer, so I already established my room and all that. The others didn’t seem to mind.” Harry puts his hand on the small of Penelope’s back to lead her to his bedroom. He flips the light on and closes the door behind them. “Here we are.”

“Nice.” She says as she kicks her Crocs off. “Not a total pit.”

“I clean up after myself. I’m not a pig.”

“You just never know what you’re going to walk into at a guy’s place.” She sees a book case stacked with all different types of books.

“What are you looking for?” He stands behind her, leaning over her shoulder.

“Just wanted to make sure there isn’t a copy of Catcher in the Ryeanywhere.” She looks up over her shoulder at him. “I can’t have a Holden Caulfield apologist on my hands.”

Harry bursts out laughing at that, and gives her playful shove.

“Definitely won’t find a copy of that book on my shelves. I hated that they made us read that in high school.”

“What was one of your favorites that they made you read?” Penelope asks as she crawls onto Harry’s bed. He sits down next to her, throwing his arm around her so she can cuddle up next to him.

“Hmm…I enjoyed Lord of the Flies, I think. This may sound stupid, but I didn’t read much in high school. I fell in love with it in college because of some random gen ed I took freshman year. Changed my major from Business Administration to English after my first semester. What about you?”

“That’s not stupid at all. I’m actually not the biggest fan of reading myself. I much prefer to write. I like short stories, and stuff like that. I’m a slow reader, and I hate super descriptive books, I’d rather read dialogue, you know? Nothing like some good subtext.”

“So, what does it take for a story to really suck you in? What makes you sit down and read?”

“I love a good, like, enemies to lovers, or even friends to lovers. Basically, two idiots that if they just talked out their feelings so much shit could have been avoided.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of genre, not so much a trope.” Harry chuckles.

“The genre doesn’t matter to me as long as it has the tropes I like. I hate reading a book thinking something is going to happen, and then it doesn’t. It’s like eating something with a bad after taste. I wanna know straight up what I’m getting into, and then I’ll be more than happy to strap in for the ride.”

“Wouldn’t that ruin the ending if you know the couple will end up together?”

“Not at all! Just because I know what the destination is going to look like doesn’t mean I know the journey. I wanna know how they get to be lovers, and a little bit of what happens next.”

“I’m guessing you mostly stick to romance novels?”

“I guess you could call them that.” She looks up at him and smiles. “Sometimes I like reading a story that just has a good fuck scene in it.”

“Ah, so you prefer to read your porn, rather than watch it.”

“I like having context.” Penelope moves to straddle Harry. His hands rub up and down her thighs.

She cups his jaw and leans in to kiss him. She didn’t come over to talk, after all. Harry adjusts them so they can sit a little more comfortably. Penelope licks into his mouth, and molds her tongue to his. He tasted like mint, and it just made her kiss him harder. His arms wraps around her body, pulling her closer to him. She rolls her hips down onto his, and a slow grind forms between the two of them. She pulls back for a moment and smiles shyly.

“It’s, uh, it’s a little quiet in here. Could you maybe put some music on for some background noise?” She asks.

“Sure.” Harry grabs his phone and opens Spotify, putting on a random playlist before gripping her chin to kiss her again. “Better?”

“Much, thank you.”

They continue to kiss and grind, sinking further into the mattress until Harry’s laying down flat on his back with Penelope on top of him. Both of their lips are swollen at this point, and Harry’s cock is throbbing. He rolls them both onto their sides so they’re facing each other. He reaches for the waistband of her leggings, and looks up at her.

“Wanna touch me while I touch you?” He asks.

“Yeah.” She nods, and presses her lips back to his.

She blindly reaches inside his joggers, palming his erection over his boxer-briefs. She wriggles a little closer to him so there’s less of a strain on her arm. Harry’s hand slips inside her leggings, and her thong, cupping her pussy. He grunts when he feels how wet she is, and slides his middle finger up inside her.

“Already so wet for me.” He says against her lips.

She hums her response as she pulls Harry’s cock out of his underwear. She grips him, and slides her hand up over his tip. She rubs her thumb over his slit, and whimpers at the feeling of his precome.

“So are you.” She looks up at him through her lashes. She slings her leg up over his hip so he can have more access to her. He slides two more fingers inside her. “Holy fuck.” She moans.

“Like the way that feels?” He nuzzles his nose to hers.

“Mhm, feels so good. Stretching me out so much.”

“Opening up so nice for me. Gonna take my cock like a good girl?”

“Fuck, yes.” She scooches closer to him, getting her other hand inside his pants so she can cup his balls, massaging them gently.

“Oh my god.” Harry pulls his hand away from her, and pushes her on her back. He wriggles out of his bottoms, and yanks her leggings and thong off of her. “I’m gonna eat you out, is that alright?”

“Yeah, I don’t mind.” She bites her bottom lip as Harry spreads her legs apart. “You really like doing that, huh?” She says just as Harry was starting to suck on her pussy. He pops off of her and smirks.

“I’m really into oral pleasure. Anyone can stick their dick in you and fuck you, it actually takes some talent and effort to get someone off with their mouth and fingers.” His thumb rubs slow, hard circles into her clit. “Don’t you think?” He slides his three fingers back inside of her, and brings his lips down to her clit. He looks up at her as he sucks on it.

“Shit, Harry.” Her mouth falls open as she makes eye contact with him. She was so turned on by him. Her hips raise and lower with each pump of his fingers.

“Come on, Penelope, give it to me.” He says, pumping his fingers even faster. He uses his other hand to rub her clit rapidly. “Can feel you squeezing around me.”

“H-Harry, I…I can never tell when it’s gonna happen it just happens.” She squirms under him, trying to close her legs, but Harry keeps them open. “I don’t wanna make a mess of your bed.”

“I don’t care about that. I want you to feel so fucking good. Just let go, be a good girl, yeah?”

That’s what pushes Penelope over the edge, soaking Harry’s fingers in the process. He pulls them out of her and immediately attaches his mouth to her pussy. He rubs her clit more to get more from her. Penelope thrashes underneath him, unable to handle the intensity of her orgasm. Harry pops off of her, and sits back on his feet as he catches his breath. He takes his shirt off, and yanks Penelope up onto her bum so he can take hers off as well. He wraps his lips around one of her nipples while his hand kneads her unoccupied breast.

“Harry, can I suck on you for a bit?” She asks him, almost lightheaded.

“Course you can.” Harry switches positions with her so he’s laying on his back.

Penelope kisses her way down his long torso, admiring the ink on his skin. The head of his cock is red, almost angry. She grips him, and licks a stripe up his shaft. She flits her tongue over his leaky tip. It’s a heady taste, but she doesn’t mind too much. How could she? She essentially squirted into his mouth, and he licked up every last drop. The least she could do was give him some good head. She suckles on his tip, getting plenty of spit on it so she can pump his shaft more comfortably. She uses her other hand to cradle his balls. Harry throws his head back, making the prettiest sounds. He sounds desperate and needy, and it was making Penelope even stickier between her thighs.

“Pen, I don’t wanna come yet.” He gasps just as she was about to suck on one of his balls. He yanks her up by her bun. “Please, it felt so good, but I don’t wanna come yet.”

“Oh…can you not, uh, bounce back that fast?” She blinks at him. Her lips are so puffy and swollen, and she still has some spit on the corners of her mouth. Harry thinks she looks really cute.

“It’s not that.” He chuckles. “Delayed gratification is more satisfying.” He sits up and licks his lips. “What do you wanna do now?”

“I…what do you mean?”

“Do you wanna keep doing this? Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Oh! Yeah, I want you to fuck me now…please.”

“Alright, c’mere.”

Harry reaches for a condom out of his bedside table, and rolls it on. Penelope straddles him, and lines herself up to sink down onto him. She bites down on her bottom lip as she gets adjusted. Her nails dig crescents into Harry’s shoulders. Penelope rolls her hips forward to grind against Harry properly. His hips match hers, creating the perfect rhythm between them. He grabs her by the back of the neck, and pulls her forward to kiss him. She moans into his mouth when she feels his other hand on her clit, rubbing precise circles with his fingers. His lips move from her mouth to her collar bones, nipping and sucking at various spots. Penelope’s head falls back, and Harry takes the opportunity to suck on one of her breasts. Both of his hands move to grope and squeeze at her ass. She whimpers at him, missing the attention on her clit. She forgets all of her troubles when Harry thrusts up and hits a specific spot.

“Oh!” She gasps. “Oh, my god. Don’t stop, shit, don’t stop!”

“Yeah? Am I hitting it?” Harry smirks, helping her bounce on and off his cock harder.

“Yes, fuck.” Her nails scratch harshly at his shoulders and chest.

“Who fucks you better than I do, Baby?”

“No one.” She pants.

“Who’s the best you’ve ever had?”

“You are.” Her eyes are teary. “Please, can I come?”

Harry nods yes, and Penelope lets go. Her eyes roll into the back of her head. Harry sucks a bruise into her exposed neck. She tightens around him as she comes, pushing him over the edge, spilling into the condom. Penelope presses her lips to Harry’s, sharing a kiss that eases both of their heartbeats. Harry lifts Penelope off of him gently, and sets her down.

“You, um, you said you have your own bathroom?” She asks shyly.

“Yeah, it’s through that door.” He says as he throws the condom away.

“Awesome, um, I’ll just need a few minutes to clean up, and then you can drive me back if you want.”

Harry turns to look at her, now in a pair of boxer-briefs. He looks at the time on his digital clock and he sighs heavily.

“You can spend the night if you want.”

“No, it’s okay. I know…I know you don’t really want me to.” She grabs her clothes and quickly makes her way into his bathroom. She comes out a few minutes later, and Harry’s thrown on a sweatshirt and his grey joggers from before.

“You brought a bag with you, I figured you wanted to stay.” He shrugs, grabbing his keys.

“I didn’t realize you’d be driving. I wasn’t going to walk back by myself.”

“I wouldn’t have made you do that.” They both make their way out to his car, and he drives her back to her apartment. “Thanks for coming by tonight, it was fun.”

“Yeah, it was.” Penelope smiles. “Thanks for the ride.” She leans in, and they both smile into the kiss.

“Well, goodnight.”

“Night.” She gets out of his car, and notices that he doesn’t pull away until she’s inside.

//

Saturday night, Ryan gets invited to an ABC party at one of the fraternity houses. He used to fuck one of the guys when he was only a pledge. An ABC party means “Anything But Clothes”, so you have to be a little creative with what you put on. Ryan put some fun duct tape over a pair of boxers for himself, and helped Penelope with a towel dress.

“Are you sure this will stay up? I wanna be comfortable.” Penelope says to him.

“If you want, I could tape up a pair of spandex shorts for you.”

“I’m already wearing a pair under the towel. I’m just afraid it’ll unravel.”

“Oh! What if instead of a towel, you put on an apron? That could be sexy. I can help you tape up your boobs for support.”

“But the shorts wouldn’t be hidden.”

“No one’s going to police you for wearing a pair of spandex shorts.” Ryan rolls his eyes.

“Fine, I’ll wear an apron.”

Once they both feel comfortable in their outfits, they make their way to the frat house. Did they look a little silly? Sure, but they didn’t care. It was plenty dark out, and there were people wearing all sorts of things. They go up the steps of the house, and are let in. They say hello to a few people, then make their way to the kitchen for drinks. Penelope just sticks with hard cider since she knew they weren’t open prior. This frat wasn’t known for doing stupid shit, but Penelope wasn’t the type to let her guard down either.

The music is good, Ryan and Penelope dance where everyone else is. It’s a fun party, and they’re both glad they came. They both try not to drink too much too quickly because the bathrooms at any frat house are usually disgusting.

“Penelope, is that you?” A guy’s deep voice fills her ears. She turns to see an old friend, Kyle, standing behind her in a pair of shorts made out of a few different Bud Lite boxes.

“Hey!” She throws her arms around his neck, and hugs him loosely. “How was your summer?”

“Good, worked a lot. How about you?”

“Same here, worked a lot.” She shrugs a shoulder. “Nice shorts.” She smirks.

“Nice apron.” He smirks back, then squints at her neck. “You alright?” He brings his hand up to her throat and gently presses on the hickey she tried to cover up with his thumb.

“Huh? Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine. Um, just got myself good with my flat iron.” She takes his hand away.

“That doesn’t look like a burn…damn, are you seeing someone?”

“No…well, I’m not, notseeing someone. Why?”

“I was just hoping you’d be single.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“I mean, I am, but-“

“Hey, Pen.” Harry comes over to them. Her eyes widen in shock. He’s wearing a pair of swim trunks, and that’s it, besides shoes.

“Hi! What are you doing here?”

“I was a member of this fraternity at my other school. I’m the graduate chapter member on the exec board.”

“That’s so cool!” She smiles. “So, you know Kyle?”

“Yeah, a little.” He throws his arm around Penelope’s shoulders and looks at Kyle. “Having fun?”

“Uh, yeah, how do you two know each other?”

“I’m the TA for one of her classes. We actually met over the summer by chance, so we’re friends too.” He gives her shoulder a squeeze.

“That’s great, uh, we were sort of talking before you came over.”

“Oh? ‘Bout what?”

“Harry, would you mind getting me another hard cider out of the fridge? I’m finished with this one.” She says to him.

“Sure.” He smiles, and leaves them.

“Sorry, what were we talking about?” Penelope says to Kyle. She remembered perfectly fine, but she wanted him to drop the topic. She didn’t want to fuck him. Why would she when Harry had the cock of her dreams?

“You know, I can’t remember either.” He chuckles nervously. “We should catch up soon, maybe grab a coffee?”

“I’d like that.”

Penelope makes her way to the kitchen where Harry is just getting her drink. She walks over to him, and takes the can out of his hand.

“Didn’t think I’d run into you at a frat party.” He says to her.

“Could say the same to you.” Penelope cracks open her cider, and takes a sip. She looks him up and down. “Cute bathing suit, but this is an ABC party.”

“A bathing suit isn’t clothing. It’s a whole other category. Your apron is cute, sexy even.” He loops an arm arm around her waist, and hoists her up to sit on the kitchen counter. “What do you have on underneath?”

“Not much, just my shorts.”

“You look really sexy.”

“So I’ve been told.” She smirks.

“By who, Kyle?” Harry rolls his eyes. “Was he trying to hit on you? I saw him touch your neck. That’s why I came over, normally I wouldn’t just interrupt someone while they’re talking to someone else.”

“He was.” She nods. “He’s been trying to get with me since sophomore year. We hooked up once, but I didn’t let him hit it again.”

“Why not?”

“He just didn’t do it for me.” She shrugs. “Plus, I’m pretty sure you mentioned something about if I didn’t want you to sleep with anyone else you wouldn’t, so I’m sure that same rule applies to me.”

“I did mention that, but we never finalized things. I’m happy to only sleep with each other, but I’m a needy guy. I might text you a lot.” He leans in, and starts kissing on her neck. She bites down on her bottom lip. “Might have to fuck you after class sometimes.” He licks over a spot before sucking on it. “Does that work for you.” He ghosts his lips over hers.

“Yes.” She swallows.

“Had you the last two nights, and it’s still not enough.” He presses his lips to hers, and she throws her arms around his neck. She opens her legs for him, and wraps them around his waist.

They aren’t the only people in the kitchen. There’s plenty going on around them, so it’s not like anyone is sparing them a second glance as they devour one another. He sucks on her bottom lip, then lets it go.

“We can’t do this here.” He says to her.

“Is there somewhere more private we can go?”

“I’m parked out back.”

“You drove here? What were you going to do later?”

“Drive? I wasn’t planning on getting belligerent.” He laughs. “I’m not an idiot.”

“I never said you were.” She mutters. “I’m not ready to leave the party yet. Can’t we stay a little longer and dance? Then we could-“

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s one thing down at the bar, but someone else from class could be out there, you know?” He grabs her hips and helps her off the counter. “Grab me when you’re done, then I’ll take you home.”

“Are you sure? We could still go out to your car for a little fun.”

“Yeah?” He reaches to tuck some hair behind her ear.

“Yeah.”

Harry nods, and takes her hand to lead her through the house, and out the back door. There’s a number of cars parked on the grass in the backyard. Harry pulls his key out from one of the inside pockets of his swimsuit, and unlocks his car. They both climb into the backseat, and Penelope kisses down his chest. She gets him out of his swim trunks and immediately puts her mouth on him.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” Harry groans, and pushes some hair out of Penelope’s face. “Wanted my cock in your mouth, huh?”

Penelope pops off him for a moment, spits onto his tip, then gets her mouth back onto him. She takes him down her throat as far as she can, and just holds him there. Her nose presses against his pelvis, and she moans around him. She pulls back and gets his head in the back of her cheek, and she starts to pump the rest of him.

“Feels so fucking good when you do that.” He throws his head back. “You’re gonna make me come.” Penelope pumps him faster while sucking on him harder. “Fuck, fuck!” He comes into her mouth, and she swallows every last drop. She sits back and watches his chest rise and fall. “God, you give good head.” He breathes and tucks himself back into his swimsuit. He sits up as well, and looks at her with hooded eyes. “So…you wanna go back inside?”

“No, I want you to take me home so you can fuck me.”

Harry grins, and they both make their way to front seats of his car. He keeps his hand on her thigh as he drives away. Penelope texts Ryan to let him know she’s safe, and that Harry is taking her home. When they get to her apartment, she has Harry wait in her room so she can un tape her boobs in privacy. She comes back into her room only wearing her apron. She comes over to the bed and situations herself onto his lap.

“Not to feed into a stereotype, but you look like a sexy housewife with this thing on.” Harry smirks.

“I do, don’t I?” She smirks back. “We could role-play if that’s something you’re into.”

“You get better by the second.” He pecks her lips, and slips a hand under the front of her apron to feel her cunt. “Aw, did I make you wet, Baby?”

“You make such pretty sounds when you come, I couldn’t help it.” She nips at his bottom lip. She gasps when she feels two of his fingers slide up inside her.

“Ride my fingers.” His thumb presses down on her clit. “Show me how bad you want it.”

Penelope whimpers, and does as Harry says. She rocks back and forth on his fingers. Harry’s thumb rubs circles into her clit. He wants to make her use him, but he can’t help himself.

“I wanna finger you from behind.” He tells her.

“Please.” Penelope gets off of him, and gets on all fours, still wearing the apron which is doing things to Harry that he can’t fully comprehend. “Would you…do you remember when we…um…”

“You want me to your ass out?” Harry says as he slips his fingers back inside her from behind.

“Yes.” She groans, arching her back more for him. “It felt really good that first time.”

“I know, you gushed all over my chest.” He bites into her ass cheek.

“Don’t make fun of me, I’m self-conscious about it.”

“Please, don’t be. It’s so fucking hot.” He licks over her hole. “Makes me feel like I’m doing something right, remember?”

Harry licks and sucks over her other hole while continuing to fuck her with his fingers from behind. Penelope clutches at her pillow, her knuckles turning white. She tightens around his fingers, and Harry groans into her. He pumps his fingers in and out, faster and harder, making Penelope gasp for air.

“Oh my god!” She pants. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re hitting it.” She grits her teeth and tries her best to stay quiet. She had no idea if Jessa and Naomi were home or not, and she also had neighbors to consider. She smooshes her face into her pillow, and cries out as she comes around his fingers. “Fuck.” She breathes as Harry pulls his fingers out of her. She turns onto her back and watches as he sucks his fingers into his mouth. Penelope works to take her apron off, leaving her fully exposed to him. “Please, do whatever you want to me.”

Harry chuckles as he moves to hover over her, smearing his lips onto hers. She wraps her limbs around him, needing him to be especially close to her right now. He nips and sucks at her bottom lip before letting it go.

“I’m afraid that’s all I’m good for tonight.” He sighs, and moves to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’ve got an early morning tomorrow. I’m meeting with my group for this stupid project for one of my grad classes, and then I have a fuck ton of homework to do.” He stands up from her bed and looks at her. Her chest is heaving, and her eyes are wide, but her brows are furrowed. “What?”

“You…you can’t just leave me like this, Harry.”

“Why not? I got off, and then so did you. What’s the problem?”

“The problem is…that wasn’t…” She grabs a blanket to cover herself as she collects her thoughts. “That was like a baby orgasm. I’m all revved up now, you can’t just leave.”

“Pen, I’m sorry, I wish I could stay longer, but I really can’t. I wasn’t even going to stay at that party long, it’s why I drove.” He leans down and kisses her forehead. “Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll be in one of these situations again real soon.” He winks, and leaves her sitting there, alone.

Penelope blinks a few times, in shock from what just happened. Was this part of his master plan? To leave her wanting more? She gets up, and goes down the hall to take a shower, she suddenly felt dirty, and not in a good way. Yes, she got hers, but she was expecting more. Had he just spoiled her the two nights prior? She scrubs her body angrily, and grumbles to herself as she gets back into bed. She left a perfectly fun party for a boy…a boy. Never had she ever done something like that just because of a boy. Who even was Harry if not just some guy? She could have stayed at the party, and told him he could have her another time. She won’t be making this mistake again.

//

Filled with utter embarrassment, Penelope uses Sunday as a recovery day, making sure to drink plenty of water. She decides to just get some homework done in the living room of her apartment. She doesn’t want to risk running into Harry at the library. Ryan brings her a wrap for lunch, and they both eat together. She tells him about the night prior, and asks for his opinion.

“Like, am I just being overly sensitive? One second he’s telling me that he can’t get enough of me, and the next he’s saying he’s had his fill and leaves. I felt…rejected.”

“I get where you’re coming from.” Ryan mulls over Penelope’s story. “It was nice of him to drive you back and do what he did.”

“Yeah, it was, but I feel like he only wanted to take me home so he could make sure no one else tried to fuck me. From the beginning, he mentioned he wouldn’t fuck anyone else, and we sort of agreed on that. Am I not trustworthy, or something?” She scoffs. “Maybe I should just end it with him before more red flags pop up. I’m not going to keep my vagina held hostage just because some guy wants to be possessive.”

“You’re, like, super worked up about this, huh?” Ryan frowns.

“I don’t know why. I feel like he made me come, and then he just split. Like…he didn’t wait to make sure I was alright.”

“Had he done that previously?” Penelope nods yes, and Ryan leans in to whisper. “Do you think you’re in a subspace?”

“No way.” She shakes her head. “It wasn’t like he…we didn’t…there was nothing done between us last night that would warrant that type of reaction from me. I’m never like this over a guy, I feel so stupid.”

“I think you should give him a piece of your mind, then. Go roll up on him.”

“I can’t, he said he was really busy today…I don’t want to show up and look insane. I’ll just ignore him in class tomorrow.”

“Ah, the passive approach. That never backfires.” Ryan says sarcastically, and Penelope shoots daggers at him. “All I know is that if he makes you this upset again, I’m kicking his ass.”

“I’d buy front row seats to that.” Penelope smiles. Ryan always had a way of making her feel better.

//

On Monday morning, Ryan and Penelope make their way to class. They stop for coffee first, of course, then go into the building where their course is being held. They take their seats, as well as the others that are filing in, and get settled. Penelope decided wear a V-neck crop top with a pair of compression cropped leggings. She plans to go for a long walk after class to get some steps in, but she also knows how good she looks in her athletic wear, and is using that to her advantage. She’s going to make Harry suffer today.

Professor Allen walks in with Harry, deep in a lively conversation. This is Professor Allen’s last week before going on her medical leave. A few stragglers come in and take their seats, then class gets started.

“Good morning! I hope you all had a nice weekend, and didn’t get into too much mischief.��� Professor Allen greets the class, and gets the projector turned on. “We’re going to start discussing the various theorists we’ll be discussing, and the approaches we’ll be taking to analyze their work.”

“Oh, did you plan on participating from your hospital bed, Professor Allen? That’s so noble of you.” Harry jokes, and it makes everyone laugh, except for Penelope.

“I suppose I shouldn’t say we.” Professor Allen smiles. “Go on, Harry, take it away.”

Harry smiles, and takes roll for class, saying each name, and checks them off. He gets to Penelope, and looks up as she says, “Here.” He furrows his brows when he sees her looking off towards the window, then continues taking roll.

“Okay, today we’re going to dive into feminism theory, this is personally one of my favorites to discuss.” Harry clicks on the slide switcher, and starts the presentation. Penelope can’t help but scoff under her breath, which makes Ryan chuckle to himself. “As a refresher, feminist theory combines elements of other theoretical models such as psychoanalysis, Marxism, poststructuralism, and deconstruction to interrogate the role of gender in the writing, interpretation, and dissemination of literary texts.” He clicks the button for the next slide. “Can anyone name off a few theorists in this subject?”

A few people spout off names, such as: Betty Friedan, Julia Kristeva, Judith Butler, Elaine Showalter, Carol Gilligan, and Adrienne Rich. Harry smiles and nods, clicking the button for the next slide. He starts by talking about Betty Friedan, and what her theories were. A lot of this was refresher information for the group, but everyone was secretly happy for it because it had been a while since all of them dove deep into theory like this. Harry continues to go over some of the major theorists’ theories on feminism in literature. Before long, it’s 10:15, which means class is over, and Harry dismisses everyone. He smiles and says goodbye to many of the students, waiting for Penelope to come up to him. Or at least he was hoping she would, but she doesn’t even spare him a glance. She simply walks out with Ryan in her cute little outfit. Harry gathers his things, says goodbye to Professor Allen, then rushes out to catch up with her.

“Penelope!” He raises his voice slightly to get her attention. Both her and Ryan look back at Harry, roll their eyes, then keep walking. Harry’s mouth falls open, and he stands there, stunned.

Was it a little immature? Maybe, but Penelope felt casted aside like an object, and she didn’t like feeling that way at all.

//

Harry tries to get some work done once he’s through with his own classes, but he’s too distracted. Penelope hadn’t answered the two texts he had sent, and what’s worse is that she left him on read. Her read receipts hadn’t been on for him before, but now they are. She wanted him to know she was ignoring him. He couldn’t figure out why exactly. He didn’t think he did anything wrong. He made sure to make her feel good on Saturday night. And he told her upfront that he’s not the type to call the next day. So what the fuck was her problem?

He wanted to just go over to her place, and bang on her door until she answered, but that’s probably what she wanted, and he wasn’t going to feed into whatever game this is. If something is bothering her, then she should just tell him. For the life of him, he can’t figure out what he did that pissed her off enough to ignore him. He texts her again.

Harry: hey, can you just tell me what I did? I don’t wanna play games with you

He thinks he’s worn her down when he sees the three little dots come up to signal that she’s typing. They leave and come back several times until all he’s left with from her is the read receipt. He sighs heavily, and tosses his phone elsewhere. Maybe it was too soon to start up a regular thing like this with someone. What could he have done to hurt her so badly? They don’t know each other that well, there’s no way she could have caught feelings just after a few nights of fucking…could she?

//

Wednesday morning was no different. Penelope was dressed a little less casually, but she still made sure to look extra cute. Harry’s lecture was about another literary theory, and the major theorists within it. Penelope takes her notes, genuinely interested in the content. It annoys her that Harry is just a naturally good lecturer. She could never teach, she’s just not charismatic enough, and she knows that about herself. If Professor Allen had been lecturing, the whole class would have been asleep, but Harry just has a way about him. The content excites him, and he’s able to crack jokes. Penelope didn’t laugh at a single thing he said, though. Every time he said something remotely funny, he looked at her and saw her mouth stay in a straight line. At the end of class, Harry announces he has cupcakes as a surprise for Professor Allen’s last class before her leave.

The class comes up to grab a cupcake. Some mingle with Professor Allen, and some leave after grabbing their treat. This is Harry’s chance. He watches as Penelope picks out her cupcake, and speaks up.

“Penelope, could you come to my office, please?” He asks her as professionally as he can.

“For what purpose?” She asks innocently, licking some of the frosting off of her cupcake. “It’s not like we’ve had anything due. I don’t think I’d feel comfortable meeting with you alone without a valid reason.”

“We need to talk.”

“I don’t think so.” She smirks, and licks some more frosting off. “These are good, where’d you get them?”

“Market Basket.” He mutters.

“Hm, good to know their bakery isn’t shit.” She pops the cake portion into her mouth, and chews thoughtfully before swallowing. “Have a good weekend.”

Harry grabs his things, and follows her out of the classroom. Ryan had already left, so Penelope didn’t have him for backup. She knows he’s following her, so she walks a little faster out of the building. He ends up catching up with her, and pulls her aside to speak under one of the trees outside of the academic building.

“What?!” She shouts. “What do you want from me?”

“I wanna know what I did to piss you off. Purposefully leaving me on read? Being dismissive in class? You’re being awfully immature.”

“If I’m so immature then why bother with me?” She crosses her arms over her chest.

“Look, I obviously don’t know what I did, so can you just explain it to me so I don’t do it again?”

“You act like I’m going to fuck you again.” She laughs.

“Are you not going to?” He steps a little closer to her, hushing his tone. His features are softer now, and Penelope can see that he really doesn’t get it. She sighs, and closes her eyes for a moment before looking back up at him.

“You…you made me feel like an object on Saturday night.”

“What do you mean?” His eyebrows raise. “How…how did I do that?”

“You find me at a party that I was having a perfectly good time at, basically tell another guy to stop talking to me, make out with me in the kitchen, take me to your car so I can blow you, which I was more than happy to do, and then you take me home. I’m sitting there thinking we’re really going to get it on, and all you do is finger me, and then tell me you can’t stay a little longer? I was obviously in a needy state, and you just…you just left, Harry.” Her eyes start to water a bit. “I don’t know why I got so worked up over it, but I did, and I just felt like I was this thing you could use whenever you wanted, like you own me. And I…I needed you to stay longer.” Her bottom lip trembles into a pout.

“I…Jesus, Penelope, I’m so sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I thought since I made you feel good you’d be fine with not…doing more that night. I never meant to make you feel like an object of mine.”

“I know it wasn’t intentional, but it still hurt my feelings. I could have stayed at the party and had a good time with my friends, but I chose to leave with you, and for what? So you could finger me and eat out my ass? And you didn’t even seem grateful for it. You were going to town on me, and didn’t even…I just felt really used.” She looks down at her sandals, her cheeks growing warm with embarrassment. “I’m okay not doing sleepovers, I don’t need that from you, but if we do some less than conventional acts…I need you to stay a little longer.”

“Look at me.” He gently grips her chin, and tilts her face up. His hand moves to cradle her cheek. “Before me…had no one ever…like, eaten you out like that?” She shakes her head no. “Had you done any sort of bum stuff?” She shakes her head no again, and he sighs. “I’m sorry…I didn’t think you’d need extra comfort because you didn’t after you squir-“

“Shh!” She puts her hand over his mouth. “Not an outdoor word, you got it?” Harry nods yes and she lets him go. “I know you’re not a mind reader, but I thought it was clear that I was upset when you said you were leaving so soon.”

“I guess I just didn’t pick up on it.” He frowns. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I didn’t want to come off as needy, or make you think I wanted you to stay for a different reason.”

“I think…I think you and I need to have a conversation about aftercare.” He says quietly. “I would never intentionally send you into a space and leave you there if I knew…if I knew it would put you there, and then just leave.”

“I don’t think I knew it was going to send me into that space, and I guess I didn’t know how to handle it.”

“Do you still feel like you’re there?” He caresses her cheek again, and she leans into it.

“Not anymore, no. I…I’m sorry for how I handled this.”

“Don’t apologize, I was the asshole. Just…next time if I do something that pisses you off, can you just tell me? I don’t want to play guessing games.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” She swallows. “Um, I need to get going to my next class.”

“Okay.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Can I see you tonight?”

“I’m busy tonight, and I have an early class tomorrow. Are you working at the bar tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, I’m doing the early shift though, so I can come meet up with you after if you want.”

“I’ll let you know where I’m at. I’m not sure what the plan for the weekend is just yet.”

“Sounds good.” He smiles softly. “Well, have a good class.”

“Thanks.” She returns his smile, and walks away. Harry sighs with relief.

He realizes now he needs to go do some personal research on how to take care of someone after having different types of sex. Well, he has to go to one of his grad classes first, and then he’ll go do some research.

//

“Three, two, one – shots!”

Jessa, Naomi, Ryan, and Penelope pregame together by doing tequila shooters. The four end up taking an Uber to a club about twenty minutes away for ladies night. A lot of the college kids come to this place, it’s a pretty popular spot. There’s drinking, dancing, and even a smoking area. Ladies drink for free on ladies night, so since Ryan shows up with three women, they get in easily.

The four dance and drink for a while, having a fun time just letting loose. The second week of classes brought a reality check for many students. Many professors didn’t hold back with their lectures and assignments once the semester really got rolling. This is why the students found different ways to let off steam once their weekends started. Some had kickbacks and played video games, some went bowling, some stayed in and FaceTimed their long distance besties, and others partied.

Penelope enjoyed letting loose by dancing every once in a while, and doing it for free on a Thursday didn’t sound bad at all. Something about getting dressed up and drunk was very appealing. The club was also off campus enough that if Harry were to meet up with Penelope, no one would be suspicious or care. So, about two hours into being there, she texted Harry to come join the fun, and he agreed.

“Hey!” He smiles when he locks eyes with her.

“Hi! Let me get you a drink! Mine are free.” Penelope smiles, and goes up to the bar to get Harry a drink. She returns and hands it to him.

“Thanks.” He smiles and takes a sip. She grabs one of his hands, twirls around, and presses her bum to his pelvis. “Eager.” He smirks, and kisses her cheek. “You look so fucking sexy tonight.” He moves along with her to the beat of the music.

“I know.” She looks up at him with a coy look on her face. “I always do.”

“Especially in class. You don’t make it easy for me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

After a few songs, the two find a booth to sit in, and drink some water. Penelope giggles at Harry’s stories from the bar. Eventually, she tugs on his shirt to have him kiss her. Their mouths were starved for one another.

There they were, having a sloppy make out session in a booth of a popular club. Harry kisses on Penelope’s neck, sucking a bruise into it. She clings to him, biting down on her bottom lip to help suppress any noise. She didn’t want to be too obvious. He pops off her, and slots his mouth back onto hers. Their tongues meet, and things get a little sloppier. Their chins get wet with spit, but neither of them care.

“Fuck, I’m so hard.” He presses his forehead to hers. She takes one of her hands and feels up his crotch.

“Yeah, you are.” She palms him a bit, and he whimpers.

“Don’t tease.”

“I’m not trying to.” She bites her bottom lip. “Do you “Order us an Uber, I’m ready to go.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, my feet hurt anyways. Can we go to mine?”

“Sure.” He smiles, and opens his phone to the app.

Penelope lets her friends know she’s leaving with Harry before going outside with him to go wait for the car. It pulls up, and they get into the backseat. Penelope cups his jaw and kisses him. Harry wasn’t usually one to make out in the backseat of a car like this, but he admittedly missed Penelope. He didn’t like knowing what it felt like to be iced out by her. So, he kisses her back, not giving a fuck about the driver. They weren’t being vulgar, or anything, which was nice of them. The twenty minutes in the car flew by, and then they were off to Penelope’s bedroom. She sends her friends a quick text that she was home safe with Harry before pulling him back in for another kiss. Harry kicks her door closed, and guides her over to the bed. They fall on top of it and giggle.

“Tell me how you want it, Penelope.” He says into her ear, causing goosebumps to pimple on her skin. One of his hands starts to knead her breast over the top of her dress.

“I…I…don’t want to make any decisions.” Harry moves to look at her. “I want you to just…I want you to decide everything, and I’ll tell you if I like it or not. It was such a long week, I just want to clear my head.”

“I think I can help with that.” Harry grins, and pecks her lips.

He hikes the skirt of her dress up, and grips her thong to pulls down her legs. They both work to get themselves naked before coming back to one another. Harry buries his head between Penelope’s breasts, kissing on both of them and tweaking her nipples. Soft gasps escape her lips as her nails scratch down his back. Harry kisses his way down her torso, nips at the plushier parts of her belly, then gets his head between her legs.

“Wait! Uh, you don’t have to do that. I was dancing for a while…”

“Oh, Baby, relax.” Harry says, furrowing his eyebrows. “Do you not want me to?”

“No, I do…I just didn’t want you to think you had to.”

Harry looks at her as he licks up over her slit. He continues his eye contact with each long stroke of his tongue over her. He suckles on her clit, letting spit dribble down to her cunt. His middle finger slowly slides inside of her, and Penelope groans. His tongue and mouth stay on her clit while his finger pets against her front wall, continuing to look at her. Penelope’s back arches off the bed as she comes undone. Harry sucks his finger into his mouth, and moves to hover over her.

“Condom?” He asks her, and she blindly reaches into her bedside table for one, handing it to him. Harry rolls it on, and lines himself up. “You sure?”

“Mhm, yeah, please put it in.” She nearly begs him.

Harry pushes inside of her, and buries his face into her neck. She’s just as tight and warm as ever. He rocks in and out of her slowly, getting a rhythm going without getting too excited. She deserves a long session tonight. Her nails dig into the meat of his ass to pull him closer to her. She rolls her hips upwards to meet his thrusts, giving her clit the attention it desperately needs.

“Well, aren’t you greedy?” He smirks.

“Shut up.” She grits her teeth. “Just don’t stop doing what you’re doing.”

“Thought I was in charge?” He pouts, mocking her.

“You…you are.”

“Then shouldn’t you ask if you can do something before you do it?”

“No, you should just let me do what I wanna do, and let me use your cock as my own personal plaything!” She shouts, feeling her orgasm start to build up. Harry’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t stop thrusting. In fact, he bears down harder, and gives her what she needs. “Oh, fuck, just like that!” She grinds herself up against him and gasps as she comes around his cock. Harry rolls them both over quickly so she can be on top. He crosses his arms beneath his head and lays there under her. “What are you doing?”

“You said you wanted to use me, so use me.” He smirks. “I’ll just be right here enjoying the show.”

“You’re not going to move?”

“Nope, don’t see why I should when it’s you who knows best. Get off as many times as you want, Baby.”

“You’re punishing me.” She frowns, but starts rocking back and forth on him.

“Actually, I’m giving you exactly what you said you wanted, so be grateful.” Penelope rolls her eyes, but before she can do anything else, Harry reaches for her and squeezes her cheeks with his thumb and fingers. “Do that again, and then I’ll have to really punish you.”

“You don’t have the guts to punish me.” She laughs. Harry goes to make a smart remark but he stops himself, and instead sits up. He’s still inside of Penelope, but she stops her movements. “What is it?”

“We need to pause for a second, this is getting…we need to talk about all of this. Like, if we get into more of this explicit shit then we need a safe word, and I need to know what your limits are.” He tucks some loos strands of hair behind her ear. “Does that make sense?”

“Yeah.” She nods. “I’ve never really been like this with someone before. I never let Luke…I’ve never let anyone touch or talk to me the way you do.”

“That makes me feel really good.” Harry smiles fondly, and gives her hips a squeeze. “You can pick the safe word if you want. What’s something easy that you’ll be able to remember?”

“Um…I don’t know.” She squeezes around him. “Can we finish first, and then talk about all of this? We can keep it tame for now, I promise.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me.”

He kisses her, and thrusts up inside her. Penelope moans into Harry’s mouth, and starts getting a rhythm going that allows her to bounce on and off his cock. He snakes a hand in between them so he can rub at her clit. She kisses on his neck, biting and sucking where she pleases, until they’re both coming and gasping for air. The two get cleaned up, and lounge on Penelope’s bed. Harry’s in his boxers, and Penelope is wearing an oversized tee shirt, her favorite thing to sleep in.

“So…you’d be into doing things to me?” She looks up at him, biting her bottom lip.

“Sure, I think it’s been clear from the beginning that I’m down for almost anything. What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know.” She sighs. “This is so new to me, I’m used to just kind of…going with the flow. You’ve turned me into this whiny brat, I’m never like that in bed.”

“And you’re too cute for your own good.” He pinches at her side and she giggles. “Do you want to be spanked?”

“Maybe? But not in a…like, if you’re doing me from behind, spank me until my ass is red, but I don’t want to be bent over your knee, you know?”

“So…you calling me daddy…?”

“Harry, you’re like two years older than me, you are so not daddy.” Penelope laughs.

“A man can dream.” He sighs, pulling her closer into his side. “If we’re going to get into some of the heavier things, then I think we should spend the night once in a while. I can’t leave you if you haven’t fully come back, you know?”

“I’d be okay with that. Just…every once in a while, though, not all the time.”

“What else do you wanna try?”

“Um, I might be open to more butt stuff. What you’ve done so far has felt good.”

“Are you serious? Because I know a great sex shop that sells all different types of butt plugs, and they’re great.”

“Oh?” She laughs from excitement. “Have you used any on yourself before?”

“Well…yeah.” He blushes slightly. “Luke wasn’t the first guy I’ve fooled around with. We could each wear a plug, it’d be so sexy if you fucked me with a strap-on some time.”

“You’d…you’d be into me doing that?”

“I’ve done it before, it feels insanely good when it’s done right.”

“Harry…do you think this is too much for two people who are just fucking?”

“Are you saying you want more from me? Because I really don’t have time to be anyone’s boyfriend right now. I’m sure you’d be a great girlfriend-“

“No, shut up, that’s not what I was getting at.” She shakes her head. “I just want to make sure we’re on the same page about what this is.”

“We’re friends with benefits.”

“Yes, exactly.” She sighs, and nestles in closer to him. “Would you…could this be one of the nights you sleep over? I…I think I need to cuddle with you for a bit.”

“I’d be happy to.”

[eatmangoesnekkid]

The Hidden Eros in Oral Care

Heart health is directly related to the quality of one’s oral hygiene.

Oral care and professional dental hygiene such as deep cleanings (especially as you get older) and brushing your tongue and the roof of your mouth daily favorably impact your heart health and the spiritual energetic emanation of your heart energy and body scent. That, coupled with pelvic circulation, the divine capacity to shake any fibroids and other toxic debris out of your own body, is also important to your quality of scent. Now your energy can flow better.

Increasing the health of our heart is important because it pumps and pulses our blood to other organs and provides our body with cleaner oxygen. Our heart is important for many less-than-obvious reasons as well. It is the only organ that supports us in radiating more peace, love and joy out into the world. So if you care about your heart, you must also care about your teeth and gum tissue, something I wish I would have learned when I was younger. But quality teeth and gum care are not about having perfect teeth as marketed in Western society, but about healthy teeth and gum tissues and thus healthy circulation of our heart energy.

Well-sourced meat (especially for more athletic people who *enjoy* meat) is okay as long as they regulate and stay aligned with healthy digestion which of course impacts quality of scent. If f you eat meat, you must be more meticulous with self-care which needs to stated and taught more I find.

I am a Scent Priestess among many other roles. Healthy scent/pheromones are part of my core values.

I believe as women, as female-bodies people, scent has to become one of our strongest senses and personal allies because of its ability to support us in drawing precise conclusions or making clear decisions through scent-tracking. How someone or something smells provides us with deeper intelligence and wisdom about a person or an environment, who and what is good for us and working in our favor.

Also, the quality of one’s health and the quality of one’s scent, are all inextricably linked to their quality of sex. If you love openhearted high-quality sex, if you love creativity and creative energy, creating new body and life narratives, meeting your goals and dreams, you must also adore self-care and spending time tending to your body, not putting yourself last. You must also embark on a journey of finding pleasure in opening up your lymphatic pathways and sweating regularly as well as touching and massaging aloe/oil/body butters into your whole body.

The ability to experience enthusiasm, ecstasy, natural bliss, instrinsic beauty, prophecy, and the like occur with more ease when you feel good, and smell good because your energy is unlocked and flowing. The flow of energy also keeps your signal for deliberate creation strong and available.

The quality of your flow of energy is the only thing that truly creates your reality.

The systems of oppression and repression we live in that de-magnetize and de-sacralize the feminine inhibit us from discovering real pleasure and erotic energy in most things we do, like in our oral care. Opening up your mouth wide and caring for your teeth and gum tissue, doing hip circles as you slow-brush your tongue, knowing how this care also contributes greatly to your confidence and sexual wellbeing, may start to feel delicious and even a bit erotic overtime to you with more tending, conscious opening like undressing slowly while soft gazing at your lover, and getting your mouth healthier, happier, or more sensitive to pleasure. If we want to cultivate the big chi needed to create the world we desire to see, we have to be willing to show up more creatively and erotically in nearly everything we do.

We have to become women again, Gods, dripping with big desire, even while brushing and flossing our teeth sometimes. We must become women, Goddesses who wear little to no chemicals, make high-quality oil tinctures by hand and beating heart, smelling like love, tasting like love, emanating more love and beauty into the electromagnetic field. This is how we create projects, art, or other dreams that have a heartbeat, where we don’t have to beg consumers to buy or purchase, but the work is so valuable and rooted that its own pulse will circulate it around in the world and into the global marketplace on our behalf.

Yes even inanimate objects, gestated properly, can carry a circulatory system. Mm. Amen.

—-

When you are ready to cross the threshold of waking up from the amnesia and egoic dream state you were groomed to live in, please know it is not all pleasure all the time which can lead to spiritual bypassing and hedonistic insatiable parasitic energy, like attracting a lover who doesn't really care about you and lowkey only really wants to fuck. None of this melody of love work is about getting stuck in pleasure because some of the transformative emotions are not pleasurable to experience.

The Feminine

The light is expanding which means that we too have to expand in order to hold more light. This is what awakening looks like. But a true awakening to light and wisdom in this dimension actually is a great descent into the human body--moving us out of head and down into our pussy, sex/creative energy center, and psyche on Earth which will bring up and out anything that is not true like vomiting in a ceremony, including the ugly, the uncomfortable, and the hard, which may likely bring heartbreak, pain, loss loneliness, etc. and reveal other blind spots and shadows one has been numbing or hiding from. But it will be also illuminate profound unmet layers of beauty because what's also true is that waking up is an ongoing internal work of resensitizing ourselves to experience real pleasure -from the subtlest, softest, benevolent, whispering touch of the wind to the firmest most passionate hand-full-of-pure-ass-grip under a moonlit sky and allow our range for pleasure to widen and expand on all levels like the universe, even in our oral health and oral...care. These are also ways the body naturally regenerates and create more meaningful experiences.

“Scent Priestess” is one of my favorite chapters in The Melody of Love series. 🫀🫀🫀

[bigwishes]

Hey man I got a wish, but not for me. My best friend is pretty small and nerdy and gets picked on by the powerlifters for it. They always say he's so small and boyish it makes me mad! I wish that he'd be able to take their strength and manliness and become the massive hairy athlete they wished they could be! But could you make him not realize it until those jocks are all drained? I want them to realize though to show them actions have consequences.

Sure we could go and do that for your friend. As far as I can tell there are 3 major bullies were dealing with here, there are a couple more but 3 main guys we can use to set an example. So why don't we get started with seeing your mate at the gym. I see your mate is a real twunk, not skinny enough to be a twink, not enough much to be a hunk, well that's all about to change. He hasn't even started lifting yet and already Trev is walking over to say hello, well you know what I mean by hello.

"Oi what up itty biddy?" Trev laughed placing his big meaty paw of a hand on your mate's shoulder

Instantly something was wrong as Trev tried to pull his hand away but couldn't.

"Alright Trev, fuck off let go" "I, I'm tryin tiny, I can't" The muscles in Trev's whole arm began to pulse and shake as veins enraged and enlarged looking like thick ropes. The movement of the muscles looked like a pumping motion headed towards his hand. Trev's body began to shrink and with each passing second he was looking less like a "big Trev" and more like some middle ages accountant. At the same time your buddy's body began to enlarge as the muscles all over his body began to inflate, but not all of the muscle from Trev flooded into your friend, some seemed to be lost in the transfer. Trev was finally able to let go, he was left standing there holding onto his clothes so they don't fall down on his tiny hairy body.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME" Trev screamed "I dunno Trev could you piss off so I can work out please"

Trev scrambled away like a rat and left your friend to his weights.

There we go, your buddy is looking much larger now, massive and strong. To the average bloke this would be a fantastic body but we aren't done just yet.

Next up we got Teddy, a guy just as big as Trev is...or rather was anyway, can't wait to see what happens to your buddy next.

"Surely that can't be you itty biddy? Its only been a week since I last saw you" "Stop calling me that shit teddy, Im tryin to work on myself, get bigger" "Well it looks like you already got bigger mate, what you on?" "Fuck off Teddy. I'm gonna get big the natural way"

Well, your friend is gonna get big in a (super)natural way. Teddy walked off to lift his own weights but he could still be seen in the corner of the gym, just in eye sight of your mate. Teddy struggled to lift his warm up weights, he was sweating bullets after just 2 reps and with every rep his body got smaller and smaller whilst you mate got bigger and bigger.

Your friend is looking ultra swole now, You can see his body begin to get tight and struggle to move with the moment he used to have, but your buddy has no idea what is going on. Lastly we have Greg, over by racks about to do the best deadlift of his life. His enormous muscled frame bent down, grabbed the bar and threw it above his head as light as a feather. As the bar passed over his body in swiped away all the strong muscle leaving skin and bones, like some magical form of a real life magnetic sketch pad eraser had been used on Gregs muscles leaving a blank slate. By the time the bar reached the top he had transformed into an inflatable strongman's toy a kid would buy at the fair.

Your friend finally saw what had happened to him in the mirror of the gyms, he smiled feeling his biceps, his pecs, he was slightly bigger than his perfect size but no one would make fun of him in the gym again, and then along came Greg's muscles.

Your buddy felt his body become tight, his skin groaned as it and the muscles beneath it expanded. He ripped off his shirt or rather obliterated it to free himself from the constricting pressure. He watched as his new defined six pack started to bubble and swell outwards into a huge roided gut. His shoulders traps and pecs began to swell up around his neck and his lost more mobility of his body with each passing second.

His enormous body continued to swell each second forcing him to get bigger and bigger. Sweat began to run down from his pits and down his sides, sweat from his neck and chest ran down his pecs and around his massive roided bloat. He groaned feeling his roid gut become tighter as more and more muscle was packed on. The three bullies began to lose all their body hair as it sprouted over your mates body. his pits were full of hair and musk and a grand stink stuck to him like glue. A puddle of sweat had formed under his ridiculous frame.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME" you mate yelled before he had a chance to assess his body that consisted of the muscle of 3 seasoned powerlifters along with all the muscle the 3 of them still would have earned in a few years, people began to notice him, some even began to giggle and laugh at how his muscled ass had began to split his gym shorts.

Your friend began to move as fast as he could, waddling out of the gym leaving a river of sweat behind him.

---

Well there you have it mate, no one is gonna laugh at him for being small ever again, but he's probably got a few new worries other than being embarrassed at the gym. You are such a great friend wishing to give your friend a perfectly massive body like this, maybe I should reward you and make you twice as big for being so generous... Who would complain having their muscles blown up like that, I know I wouldn't.

[passivenovember]

“You know how I used to have a crush on you?”

Steve looks up from his math homework, sort of. Stuck in that space between awake and swimming. 

Billy won’t look at him. The end of his pencil has been chewed to shit, his rough draft for Erickson’s American History seminar laying blank and discarded on the lush green carpet of Steve’s bedroom floor.

“I guess so,” Steve tells him. Only, he doesn’t know. 

They’ve never talked about it. But, with Billy, it’s best to go along with what he says, most of the time. Unless Steve’s looking to get his head chewed off, and. 

Consequently, Steve needs his head for midterms.

There’s a powder-pink flush across Billy’s cheeks. An edge to his voice when he says, “I made a list,” 

Like Steve’s supposed to know what that means.

"You did?” Steve asks. Because he doesn’t know. He leans back against the footboard of his window seat, legs stretching like a bridge between them. “Is it a good list?”

Billy shrugs. His cheeks get redder, somehow.

He’s pretty. Like a sugared lollipop.

Steve leans forward, “It’s a pros and cons list?” 

Steve’s cocky. knows from dating Nancy that his pros outweigh his cons by a couple lines. Mentions of his cock and chest hair. 

He’s nervous, all of a sudden.

Doesn’t admit that even though there’s no way he’s getting into college, he hopes that someone as bright and magnetic as Billy will still want to neck at the drive in. 

Billy crosses his arms. Frowns. Says, “It’s a list of Icks,” all pissy, like Steve has control over that stuff.

And it makes sense Steve would find out that all his dreams are coming true when they can’t take a minute to celebrate. He feels like a shooting star, anyway. His head takes a break from swimming in equations and backstrokes through insurmountable joy.

He grins. “What’s an ‘ick’?”

“It’s something you do that makes my stomach turn,” Billy rumbles, so low Steve imagines rocks and pebbles jumping like popped corn on the ground outside. 

He sticks his legs out in front of him, leaning back a little so Billy’s faced with the long, lean line of him. 

One of Nancy’s pro’s. Tall.

“Tell me about ‘em,” Steve says. 

There’s every possibility that Billy hates him for stuff he can’t change. Like the way he smiles or how he laughs, but. Nobody’s perfect, right? 

"Fuck you, Harrington,” Billy says, baby blues tracing the bulge of Steve’s thighs, “I’m not--”

“You brought it up.”

“You’ll get your feelings hurt. Run crying to mama so I won’t be invited over anymore, and then who’s gonna help you get into college?”

Steve snorts. “I’m not getting in, anyway,” He uses his toe to poke at Billy’s knee cap, smiling when he rocks a little with the force. “C’mon. I wanna know what’s wrong with me so I can change and be perfect.”

Billy mumbles under his breath but he reaches around to his backpack, shirt riding up around his belly so Steve gets a peek at his stomach muscles. 

When he turns back around he’s got a piece of crisp, quartered notebook paper in hand. In the light from the window, Steve can see that it’s full, which.

Isn’t great for his esteem. 

Billy clears his throat. “Number one--”

“You numbered them?”

“From least disgusting to most,” Billy snaps. Like, duh. “Number one. When you do your Arnold Schwarzenegger impersonation and you dribble spit on your chin.”

“I gotta use my full range of motion to get the vowels right.”

“It’s gross,” Billy says, but he smiles. And giggles, happy like the Gerber baby and he’s so fucking cute Steve’s gonna die. “Can I keep going, or--”

“Be my guest.”

Billy smooths his list, mouthing the next line before reading aloud. 

Steve wants to add that to his own list, just to be spiteful.

“Number two,” Billy reads, “That time you went to the barber and he had to pump the chair a little to get--”

Steve laughs, bright and sudden.

He shuts right the fuck up when Billy glares.

“Number three,” Billy tells him, the paper shaking a little in his grasp. “The sound you make when you eat something spicy. Number four, any time you open an umbrella and the wind makes it pop inside out. Number five, when you tie your shoes too efficiently and the bow is really big--”

“I’m a present. The bow is essential,” Steve sits up straight, suddenly worried. “Let me see that fucking--”

Billy blocks him with a strong arm to the chest. “C’mon, let me get through it,” He says. Like it matters. 

Like it’s important to him. Billy’s continued survival hinges on this moment, so.

Steve settles down and listens to Billy read, all the way down to number twelve: when we play crack the egg with the kids on Dustin’s trampoline and you’re the egg.

And Steve has to ask, “How long have you kept this list, man?” Because that was last summer. 

And Steve remembers his stomach tying itself into knots when Billy dropped Max off and stayed until the sun set. He remembers going home after the kids fell asleep, Billy tagging along. Smoking pot and blowing clouds into the twinkling night sky. He remembers Billy laughing at his jokes staying up all night to catch fireflies with him. 

Steve remembers the sunrise, its first lavender rays bringing with it a sunburn across Billy’s freckles. He remembers falling in love. Or realizing it.

Billy shrugs, “I wrote the first one to help me get over you.”

Steve frowns. Hopes it didn’t work and says, “What’s the first one?”

Because if he knows, maybe he can change it. Maybe he can cheat the system and get Billy’s love focused on him again, burning hot and heady.

Billy stares at him for a long, breathless moment. “You dress up for Halloween,” He admits. “The way your nose supports the weight of sunglasses wigs me out.”

And.

Steve’s belly swoops low, like he’s been at the peak of the highest hill on a rollercoaster. Now he’s plummeting down to Earth. Right now, he’s a crash dummy colliding with the realization that--

“That was love, the first night we met,” Steve says bluntly. Billy’s cheeks look like apples, fresh and embarrassed. “That night, at Tina’s Halloween party--”

“I didn’t say I was in love with you--”

“I know, I’m saying I’m in love with you,” Steve admits, like. Leap.

A lot of things happen at once. 

Billy’s whole face cracks open. His eyes look like swimming pools overflowing with emotion until they turn into lakes and rivers and oceans, pulling Steve under with all their sincerity.

Outside Steve’s window, the sun shines.

It casts a halo of golden love around Billy’s head. He looks like an angel.

Steve’s never going to let him go. 

He leans forward, “Keep reading,” Steve asks softly. “C’mon, I wanna hear.”

Billy jerks into motion, tearing his eyes away to scan the page in front of him. “Number thirteen,” He tries, swallowing until his throat clicks, “When we’re swimming in the pool and you’re trunks inflate so it looks like you’re wearing a diaper.”

Steve chuckles, allowing his fingers to wrap playfully around the ends of Billy’s hair.

Now that the truth is out, he’s going to touch. 

Billy shivers. “Number fourteen, when you put on Chapstick and you’ve sharpened the applicator so it looks like a sword or a baby finger.”

Steve cups the back of Billy’s neck. 

Pulls himself forward.

When they kiss, Billy’s notebook paper glides to the floor. 

[astrobei]

byler 22 for the touch prompts??

22 for touch prompts: falling asleep on the other's shoulder (+ bonus mini soundtrack that i listened to on repeat while writing this)

“Remind me again,” Mike says, as Will climbs into the passenger side of the car, “why we have to go to this thing today?”

Will gives him a look. Or his best attempt at a look anyway. He’s ninety percent sure they fall too flat to ever be effective, or Mike would have stopped saying stupid shit years ago. “This thing?” He struggles with the seatbelt for a moment before it finally clicks into place. “You mean your sister’s wedding? To my brother?”

Mike pulls a face. “If you want to get into the semantics,” he mumbles, adjusting the rearview mirror, and Will laughs.

“You’re ridiculous. It’s their wedding, Mike.”

“Rude to get married on a Saturday night,” Mike says, as if every wedding in the history of the world ever hasn’t taken place on a Saturday night. “Maybe some of us had things to do.”

“Yeah? What did you have going on?” Will asks, smoothing down the lapel of his suit. This jacket is a lint magnet like nothing he’s ever seen before, and he plucks a little piece of it away. “Hot date?”

Mike wiggles his eyebrows, and Will realizes immediately that this was the wrong thing to say. “Yeah,” Mike chirps, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “You.”

Despite himself, Will feels his cheeks turn red. It’s stupid, because he quite literally handed Mike the opportunity to say this on a silver platter, and it’s more dumb than any sort of flirtatious, except the unfortunate truth of dating Mike Wheeler is that he doesn’t even have to try and actually flirt to get Will blushing like a teenage girl. “I had that coming,” he admits, and Mike grins even harder than before. “And we didn’t have a date tonight.”

“We did! We were going to–”

“We can order pizza and watch TV when we get back, Mike,” Will chides, and, when Mike’s lower lip turns downward in something reminiscent of a pout, “this is Nancy’s wedding.”

“I was never Nancy’s favorite sibling,” Mike says noncommittally, releasing the parking brake, “she won’t even notice if I’m not there,” which one, is not true because Mike makes up about a third of Nancy’s bridal party so she will most definitely notice if he goes AWOL. And second, this is also not true because Will knows that Holly is currently in the throes of teenage angst, and Mike is still working on the angst but he’s moved on from the teenager part, at least, which is definitely earning him some points in Nancy’s book. So at worst, he’s tied with Holly. At least for the next couple of years.

And Will knows he’s not being serious anyway. For all of the fuss he’s kicking up, he knows Mike is happy for them. Will checks the backseat to make sure he put the presents in the car earlier that afternoon, and says, laughing, “Cold feet? It’s not even your wedding, Mike.”

“I know,” Mike moans, falling forward until his forehead hits the top of the steering wheel. “And it’s exciting! I’m happy for them! And your brother too, and I know your mom and Hop are so pumped, and– it’s just that I’m not so pumped about spending the evening with my family.”

Will suddenly feels very, very stupid. Jesus, he hadn’t even thought about that– about Mike’s parents being there, and his nana, the one that his mom had totally guilted Nancy into inviting because she might not live long enough to see Mike and Holly get married, Nancy, just let her have this. Which was kind of a depressing enough thought on its own, Will thinks, even without the entire conversation that had followed, the one he’d overheard Mike have on the phone in the living room, loud and frustrated before he’d slammed the phone down on the receiver hard enough for Will to hear it from their bedroom.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes out, then rests a hand on Mike’s shoulder. “Don’t listen to them, okay, Mike? Just– hang out with us instead. I know Dustin’s been dying to break out his new dance moves.”

Mike cracks a tentative smile, then turns his face slightly so that one side of it is illuminated by the glow of the street lamps outside. “I’m scared he’s going to get driven away in a stretcher,” Mike admits, and Will grins. 

“Yeah, probably. It’ll be a good distraction, at least. I’ll tell him to take one for the team.”

Mike nods once, but he doesn’t look convinced. “Yeah. Thanks.”

Will hesitates, then drops his hand to Mike’s and slots their fingers together. “Hey,” he says quietly. “Look at me.”

Mike looks up the rest of the way. He looks incredible tonight, which is something Will’s been thinking ever since they’d started getting ready an hour ago, and at least half of the reason it took him so long was because he’d been totally distracted the whole time. Maybe Will is just biased, which is a little true, sure, but Mike should definitely wear suits more– and he’s officially taking it upon himself to make sure that Mike wears suits more– because suddenly he’s tempted to take Mike up on his offer of becoming a runaway best man and going back inside and collapsing on the couch and kissing him stupid into the early hours of the morning.

“What?” Mike is saying, eyebrows twisting a little self-consciously. “You’re looking at me funny.”

“You just look really nice,” Will says simply, and then, because that comes nowhere close to how good Mike looks in a tie, “no, actually, you look– wow.”

Mike’s lips twitch, but he looks a little pleased. “Wow? Really?”

“You’ve rendered me speechless,” Will nods rapidly, and Mike’s shy smile breaks into something more genuine. “You– look at you, I mean– I can’t even– wow.”

“Will,” Mike says, drawing out the single syllable until it feels big enough to fill up the whole car. “Okay, I look nice! You can stop playing it up now.” 

His cheeks are turning red, slowly, visible even in the dim lighting of the street lamps through the windows, because it’s early fall and it’s started to get dark ridiculously early in the day. It feels like a victory, getting Mike flustered, even after a year of dating. Will smiles to himself. 

“I’m not,” Will says, then leans in across the console. “Come here. I’ll prove it.”

“You’ll–” Mike gets out, eyes going wide in surprise, “–has anyone ever told you that you’re–”

Whatever it was that people may or may not have told Will is apparently a mystery that will die with the universe, because Will never finds out. He kisses Mike with one hand still holding his, threads a hand through his hair and cups his jaw. Soft. Slow. Unhurried, even though they should have left ten minutes ago and they’re going to be cutting it real close– Will can’t be bothered to rush.

Mike hums low in the back of his throat, pleased, and shifts closer. He’s pushing himself up over the console, a hand ghosting the side of Will’s neck, when–

Beeeeep.

“What–” Will jerks backwards, startled, and Mike immediately lets go of his hand. “Did you just–”

Mike rubs his elbow and moves further away from the wheel. “I got a little distracted,” he laughs, but the tension has ebbed from his shoulders a little and his eyes are creasing up at the corners, so Will considers this a mission success, thank you. “We should probably go?”

“Good idea,” Will says, then reaches over to smooth out a stray tuft of Mike’s hair that was– he thinks, a little proud of himself– definitely not out of place before. “And hey,” he adds, before Mike can take the car out of park. “Seriously. Ignore your parents. It’s not their wedding, okay, it’s Nancy’s. And Jonathan’s. And they both want us there. Together.”

Mike’s lips press together into a thin, determined line. “You’re right,” he nods, “I know, it’s just–”

“I know,” Will echoes, and Mike shoots him a grateful smile. “Now let’s go, or we really will miss the ceremony.”

—-

They don’t miss the ceremony, which is good, because having both the best man and the– whatever Mike was– would probably not be a good look for anyone involved.

“I can’t believe you cried,” Dustin says, after the toasts are done and the speeches are given and everyone’s been supplied with enough champagne to go a little loose and maybe a little tear-happy.

Mike scowls across the table at him. “I didn’t cry,” he insists, which is kind of pointless because Will had been watching him the whole time he’d been standing up there, shuffling his feet awkwardly in place at his designated spot in between Holly and Robin Buckley, and he’d definitely cried. Just a little, but he had.

“You did,” El chimes in primly, plucking at her shrimp cocktail. “I saw.”

“Thanks, El,” Mike mutters, sinking back in his chair a little and crossing his arms. “It’s– the vows were very emotional, okay, you’d have to be made of total stone to not tear up!”

“I didn’t cry,” Lucas announces, which is a fucking lie, by the way. Will saw him dabbing at his eyes in the bathroom on the way here.

“I think it’s sweet,” he says, instead of throwing Lucas to the dogs like he maybe should have. He flashes Mike a grin, leans over in his chair to bridge the space between them and squeezes his hand, once. “They were very sappy vows, to be fair.”

Mike blinks up at him from where he’s slumped down to somewhere around shoulder height. “You didn’t cry.”

“Oh, I did,” Will assures him. “I just cried in the back with Jonathan while he was getting ready.”

“Really?” Mike perks right up. “You did?”

“Yes,” Will laughs, “and I can’t believe you’re happy about it,” and then Mike grins so wide that Will can’t help but lean in the rest of the way and press a quick kiss to Mike’s cheek.

“You two are disgusting,” Lucas says, and he’s maybe one strike away from Will speaking up about the bathroom incident after all.

“Maybe so,” Mike relents, looking properly cheered up now. “What about it?”

Mike’s grip on Will’s hand never falters. Will feels himself turn warmer with every slow pass of Mike’s thumb over his knuckles, even with their hands tucked under the tablecloth and out of view. And it isn’t from the champagne. He’s had just the one glass with dinner, which is nothing, so it must be something else that’s making him feel like this. Something–

“You okay?” Mike murmurs as his thumb pauses, briefly, on the back of Will’s hand. “You got kind of quiet out of nowhere,” and yeah, there it is.

“I meant it,” Will says, lowering his voice so their friends can’t hear them from across the table. “What I said in the car, I mean. You look beautiful.”

It’s a little amusing just how fast Mike can turn such a violent shade of red. “You can’t just say that,” he splutters. “Give a guy some warning, Jesus, Will–”

“Mm, no,” Will decides smugly, watching the red creep down the collar of Mike’s carefully starched dress shirt. Then, because the soft lighting of the venue and the way Mike’s hair has started to fall free around his face is doing something funny to his chest and stomach, Will nods to the dance floor and says, “You wanna?”

Mike hesitates, looking over his shoulder. “Dance?”

Will shrugs, then looks over to where Jonathan and Nancy are trying– and failing, quite hilariously and miserably– at a dance of their own. “I mean, it’s a wedding, and people dance at weddings. Not that either of us are good at it, but it might be fun to try?”

Mike chews nervously at his lower lip and nudges Will’s foot with his own. “I don’t know,” he admits. “My mom was eyeing me earlier and I was totally avoiding her by hiding out over here but I feel like the dance floor is fair game for a–” he waves his hands around, “pseudo-confrontation. Nancy’s only three years older than you, blah, blah. When are you going to settle down, blah, blah. Even though I’m here with my boyfriend, which apparently doesn’t count for shit, and–” Mike sighs dejectedly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring the mood down, it’s just– I was having such a good day, too.”

Will squeezes Mike’s leg, just above the knee. “You were having a good day? Really? Even though your hot date got canceled?”

“Well,” Mike rolls his eyes. “My sister got married, and now my hot date is all dressed up and sweet-talking me, so I think this is even better than pizza on the couch.” He pauses, contemplating. “Actually, scratch that. It’s not. But it’s a close second,” Mike adds, then grins and picks Will’s hand up again. “Dance– later, maybe? I’m really enjoying this for right now.”

“Of course. Anything you want,” Will smiles, as the music in the background softens into something more mellow. He pulls his chair up so that it’s flush with Mike’s, their thighs pressed up together in one line, and passes Mike a flute of champagne from the table. “You might want to drink this, though, because your mom looks like she might be heading over here any second.”

“Thanks,” Mike groans, then knocks the whole thing back in one go.

—-

Will knows that a big fancy flashy wedding isn’t really Jonathan’s style, and he didn’t think it was Nancy’s either. Which is why he was surprised to get an invite to an event at all, because he’d honestly sort of thought they’d make a courthouse affair of it and then have everyone over for dinner or something. They’d been engaged for, like, three years, because it was career stuff and then more career stuff and then a couple months of long distance while Jonathan was doing some photojournalism thing in London, and Will had figured at some point that they’d get so tired of being engaged that they’d show up the next day with papers from City Hall and that would be that.

Apparently, though, in a not-so-surprising turn of events, Nancy Wheeler takes to event planning like a moth to flame, and Jonathan was immediately dragged along for the ride. He didn’t seem too upset about it, though, when Will had asked. “It’s Nancy,” he shrugged, like that explained everything. And maybe it did, because not too long after that, Will started dating Mike and everything immediately clicked.

Which is maybe the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to him. For anyone else, Will would not even entertain the thought of fussing over seating arrangements, and he’s certain he only knows, like, five types of flowers– if pink and red roses count as two different types. It’s Nancy, Jonathan had said, and Will hadn’t gotten it then but he does now.

Mike’s hand twitches on Will’s bicep, fingers clutching once at the fabric of his shirt. Will’s suit jacket lies abandoned on the chair behind them. Mike had leaned over maybe half an hour ago to rest his head on Will’s shoulder, as it got later in the night and guests started slowly trickling out of the room. And then, maybe fifteen or so minutes ago, his breathing had evened out, fingers slackening in their grip against his arm, and Will doesn’t know how the hell Mike can fall asleep in a room that’s filled with so much noise, but he can’t help but find it endearing– wholly, completely, embarrassingly endearing.

And he gets it, he does. It’s Mike, he thinks, chest flooding with warmth in a strange, hollowed-out way, like there’s nothing left inside him except this feeling. It’s Mike. It’s Mike. It’s–

“Hey, hon,” comes a voice behind him, and Will startles, just a little, then immediately relaxes.

“Oh, hey mom,” he whispers, and Mike’s hand twitches lightly against his arm again. Joyce gives him an amused look, glancing down at Mike, then back at Will.

“Did he fall asleep?” she asks, pulling up a chair next to them. “I’ll be quiet, don’t worry.”

Will feels himself smile before he actually realizes he’s doing it. “Yeah,” he snorts softly, “but I have no idea how.”

As if roused by some sixth sense, like he knew they were talking about him, Mike stirs, lifting his head off of Will’s shoulder and blinking blearily. “What–”

“Shh,” Will says, and Joyce bites back a smile. “Go back to sleep.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Mike says, and then yawns loud and conspicuously. “Shit– I’ve just been so tired this week, sorry, Will–”

“Don’t be,” he says immediately, even though his shoulder and arm are starting to fall asleep, just a little. Will drops a kiss to the top of Mike’s head, and feels him start to smile into his shoulder before stiffening, a little self-consciously, and glancing up at Joyce.

“Um–”

“Oh,” his mom waves a hand, “don’t mind me. You two are so sweet. You remind me of Nancy and Jonathan after they started dating. Jonathan would turn so red, but maybe not as red as you’re turning right now, Will–”

“Mom!”

“Red?” Mike perks up, and then, “Oh you are turning red!”

“Shut up,” Will mumbles, but he’s sure it’s not convincing in the slightest. “Did you come over here just to embarrass me?”

Joyce puts two hands up in the air like hey, don’t look at me. “I was just going to let you know that Hop and I are taking off,” she says, eyes sparkling. “He has the early shift tomorrow, but Mike, now that I’ve caught you– your speech was wonderful. Really. Jim was tearing up and he told me to never let you find out but I figured you’d want to know.”

Mike blinks. He still looks a little out of it, still a little red from sleep or the champagne from earlier, but he smiles, sudden and pleased. “Really?”

“Don’t tell him I told you,” Joyce grins conspiratorially. “But yes. It was very sweet.”

“Thanks Mrs. Byers,” Mike says, the words stretching into another yawn, quieter this time. He groans lightly, then pushes himself off of Will’s shoulder and sits back up.

Will peers over at him. “Are you tired? You want to head back?”

Mike rubs at his eyes with both hands, blinks a few times in rapid succession, then shakes his head like he’s trying to shake the sleep out of his body, like it’s a physical thing. “No,” he smiles, and it’s a little bit tired, but he looks happy. “No, not yet.”

“Okay,” Will whispers, and he’s probably grinning like an idiot, but he can’t help it. That’s the common denominator here, between every interaction he ever has with Mike– that he’s so happy that he just can’t help it. “You still want to get pizza on the way back?”

“God, yes please,” Mike groans in relief. “Um. No offense, but wedding food is just– like what the hell, man, I’m starving. That was nothing.”

“Pizza it is,” Will agreed easily, mentally making a pros and cons list of getting a large and having leftovers or saving money and going for a medium. “Pepperoni?”

“Anything goes,” Mike is saying, and then Joyce clears her throat.

“Well,” she says, snapping her purse shut and smiling. “Hop and I are heading out but– oh, drive safe you two. Eat a slice for me, actually, I’ve been craving pizza all week.”

“Bye, mom,” Will smiles, craning his neck upwards as she plants a kiss on top of his head.

“You too,” she says to Mike, who barely has time to blink in surprise before his mom is dropping a kiss on his forehead. She rests a hand on his shoulder briefly as she smiles and says, “I’d welcome you to the family, Mike, but you’ve been a part of it for years already.”

“I– bye, Mrs. Byers,” Mike says faintly, eyes wide, as Joyce waves goodbye. He turns back to Will. “Part of the family? Really?”

“It’s what you get for dating your best friend,” Will murmurs, glancing out over the rapidly emptying room before tugging on Mike’s arm until he falls into him with a small, startled noise. “You get smothered by my mom.”

“I wouldn’t call it smothering,” Mike laughs, eyes darting down to Will’s mouth. He swallows, and says, softly, “Plus, I like your family. No complaints from me.”

Will hums, soft. “I’m sorry about– you know. How did that go?”

“Nancy said she survived mom and dad with minimal damage,” Mike laughs drily. “And nana too. And I managed to avoid them long enough that they didn’t have a chance to ambush me, so.”

“Good,” Will says, kissing Mike softly on the corner of his mouth, then again, right over the curve of his cupid’s bow. He’s a little warm, a little loose and pliant from sleep, and he moves easily, tucking a finger into the loop of Will’s tie and pulling him in closer. Their knees bump against each other under the tablecloth, chair legs scraping gently across the polished floor as Will leans forward. “I’m glad,” Will says into the kiss, and Mike smiles.

“Me too,” Mike whispers, tucking his hands into Will’s hair and pulling away, just barely. “Because now they’re gone and all of our annoying cursory invite relatives are gone and it’s just you and me– and Nancy, and Jonathan, and El and Lucas and– whatever. I think I owe you a dance.”

There’s something slow and melodic playing as Nancy and Jonathan make the last of their rounds, most of the tables empty and the dance floor cleared out. Will grins, kisses Mike one more time for good measure, then stands up. “Okay,” he agrees, “but I’m leading.”

“I don’t think it makes a difference, because neither of us can–”

“I’m leading,” Will says again, and Mike chuckles, shaking his head.

“Yeah, sure. Lead the way, Will.”