#OH its just nose kisses/nose rubs apparently

[dandyshucks]

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[sparklingchim]

ego season; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 6.3k

rating: 18+

genre: hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, brother's best friend, college!au

warnings: jungkook's a lil flirt <3, unprotected sex, shower sex, doggy, fingering, oral (m&f receiving), creampie 🤭, cum play/swallowing, they like almost get caught 🫣, sum head in the locker room, disgusting kisses, CHANYEOL CAMEO!!!, nipple play, spanks, a teeny tiny mark, cursing, dirty talk, praise, spit

summary: pov: you make ur secret fuck buddy jealous.

a/n: hi hi besties enjoy i love u m going sleepies now <3

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You like the illicit.

Which is why you’re in the shower with Jeon Jungkook.

The guy who is your brother’s best friend.

Starting college and being away from your overbearing parents has its perks – the freedom it has given you has swayed you straight into Jungkook’s arms.

Turns out that despite the beginning of your little secret feeling quite mutinous and thrilling, it soon became apparent that maintaining it hidden from your brother Taehyung is substantially ridiculous when you share an apartment with said brother.

It gets even more ridiculous when you consider that they see each other every day because they play for the same hockey team.

You admit, choosing Jungkook as a fuck buddy was an inconvenient choice in which you had not considered the intricate aspects that would make sneaking around hardly possible.

But

The two of you are undeniably compatible in bed.

Luckily, you found out a few months ago at a frat party when you both were completely wasted and out of your minds.

After that night, there was no going back.

Being in college can be overwhelming at first. Lots of choices and opportunities. But it’s a vast contrast from your previous life, and you’ve fully committed to this lifestyle.

All your life you’ve longed to be in charge if your own decisions. Now that you're in college, living in a swanky apartment near campus, you have a little more freedom.

When there are no parents around to keep an eye on you, you can – almost – do whatever you want.

College is fun.

And taking a shower with Jeon Jungkook is fun too.

You giggle when Jungkook snatches your shampoo bottle from you before you can reach for it.

“Lemme do it.” He squeezes a generous amount on his open palm and rubs the fluid between his hands.

“Jungkook,” you scold. “That’s way too much.” You ogle the ample amount of shampoo coating his hands. Your lips drag into a pout as you watch Jungkook’s excessively besmeared palms extend to your hair. But it promptly fades when he begins to massage your scalp.

“But I like how it feels. Gets really foamy and bubbly.” He has a cheeky grin plastered on his face as he watches the solution grow into a rich foam of frothy bubbles on your head.

“Using too much can dry out your hair,” you mumble. Concentrating is a little difficult with Jungkook’s way too experienced fingers working on your scalp. “It can remove the moisture.”

“Oh, really?” His eyebrow twitches for the briefest second, that’s how you know Jungkook is actually listening to you because judging by his expression, he’s trapped in his own thought bubble.

It’s actually something you adore about Jungkook – whenever he is occupied doing something, whatever it is, he’ll put so much care into it and work diligently. Sweet – admirable, actually. It’s a characteristic you want to achieve as well, but you’d have to tweak on your impatience at first.

“Really,” you confirm.

“And I thought you were just saying that because your shampoo is expensive.” He teases you with a bob of his covered finger on your nose.

“That too.”

You reach behind Jungkook to grab your brother’s weird three in one shampoo. You squirt some on your hand and put it back. On your tippy toes you start to shampoo his hair as well.

He has his mouth twisted in a cocky smirk when he says, “The way you opened the door for me earlier seemed a little...” Jungkook cocks his head and ponders for a fitting word.

When he doesn’t come up with one you suggest, “Desperate?”

“Hmm.” Jungkook’s nose scrunches as he’s in thoughts. “I wanted so say rushed, but sure. Desperate will do.”

Your eyes roll in playfulness. “You were dripping with sweat, Jungkook. Didn’t want any of it dirtying my apartment floor,” you reason.

You texted Jungkook a good morning message and good luck on today’s game. He instantly replied with a thank you and told you that he had just finished his morning jog through the campus park. And maybe you offered him to stop by at your place because conveniently you also wanted to take a shower... (You hate morning showers). Taehyung had left a couple minutes prior to visit the gym.

“That’s the only reason?” A challenging twinkle flashes across his eyes.

The tip of your tongue touches your upper lip as you try to hide your smile. “Wouldn’t know why else.”

Jungkook nods. He grabs the shower head and tips your head back by grabbing your cheek. Carefully, he washes the shampoo out of your hair.

Jungkook is cautious not to accidentally splash water on your face and gently runs his fingers through your wet hair to remove the excess shampoo. You taught him well.

When he’s done, he offers you the shower head and it’s your turn.

Standing on your toes while trying to wash the shampoo out of his hair is always a little battle.

Usually, Jungkook comes to meet you by lowering himself, but at the moment his mind wanders elsewhere.

You first feel his hand on the curve of your waist. It’s a soft grasp. A gentle squeeze of your flesh that transiently side-tracks you from your task.

“Jungkook.” You try to pull him out of his little bubbles he’s trapped in. There’s a thickness to your voice, undoubtedly from his wandering hand on your body.

“Mmmh?’ He doesn’t look you in the eyes. Solely fixed on your body as his fingers mould against the supple form of your tit. You’ve always reckoned him to be a tits man, but he denies it and says he loves your ass equally as much. Liar.

“Bend down a little so I can rinse off the shampoo,” you request. His lashes flutter as he averts his eyes to you. A tiny crease appears between his brows like he has actually forgotten where he is and what you two have been doing. “Believe me, you really don’t want remnants of shampoo lingering in your hair.” You cock your head, fruitlessly waiting for a reaction from his head empty and hands full with tits haze.

Suddenly, Jungkook does bend forward. But not in favour of you, but to satisfy his own selfish desire to suck on your boob.

“Oh!” you squeal, pressing the shower head against his back. “Jungkook,” you chide, but your voice turns into a soft whine at the end.

“Hmm?” His hum together with your nub between his lips twists something in your tummy. His tongue begins to swirl around it, and you have to force your eyes to stay open. Jungkook’s inked hand reaches down your lower back. His subtle touches leave a trail of shivers, until his pads brush over the slope of your ass. He squeezes your cheek, firm fingers digging into your skin.

A small gasp escapes your throat.

With a lewd pop he releases your nipple. A lopsided smirk appears on his face, conjuring the little dimple on his cheek.

Jungkook’s dimple. So banal but so endearing. It’s a pretty contribution to the soft contours of Jungkook’s features – except for the sharp outline of his jaw. That adds to his image of the college jock. You like to tease him with that name, and he loathes it, but the sex afterwards is always so good.

You feel his other hand sneak down, grabbing a handful of your ass. He closes the distance between you again, pressing languid kisses along your neck. Begrudgingly, your eyes fall closed.

“Is this what you wanted?” A whisper of his mellow voice coaxes your breath to stutter.

“Yeah.” It’s merely a murmur. The tender nudges against your skin with his mouth unfold spellbound clouds in your mind, looming over your rational thoughts. “But the...” The shampoo you want to remind him, but he starts to suck on your skin and no more comprehensible thoughts form in your head.

You raise the shower head to Jungkook’s hair and wash off the remaining bits of shampoo. You make sure not to let the water run down his face.

“But what?” he asks, planting a soft peck on the flesh below your collar bone where his teeth have just sunk in. You’re not trying to act like a brat – you just care for his hair.

“Nothing,” you utter between pouting lips. “But no marks,” you alert.

“Just a tiny one.” Jungkook kisses the spot again. “No one will see,” he persuades.

Presuming you won’t wear clothes with a deep cleavage. Jungkook just made sure you won’t.

You put the shower head back on its place on the wall beside you. You struggle to secure it in the holder when you feel Jungkook’s hand move from your ass to your tummy.

Usually, you’d coax him into allowing you to put conditioner in his hair, but you can only concentrate on his hand slowly trailing down your belly button. When he cups your pussy, your hands clasp his shoulders.

A tantalising grin pulls the corner of his lips up. “You want this?”

You nod, your teeth capturing your bottom lip.

“Use your big girl words.” Jungkook runs his pad over your folds, eliciting a shudder from you. “Talk to me.”

“Want you,” you plead. Your eyebrows knit the further Jungkook dips his middle finger in. “Been wanting this for so long.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Last night wasn’t enough?”

The mention of last night shoots arousal and need straight to your core. An exchange of innocent text messages led to a phone call containing dirty words and hushed moans.

“No.” You shake your head. “I need you feel you.”

A chuckle bubbles in his throat. “That’s my girl.”

He spreads your wetness with his finger. Your hand wanders down to Jungkook’s tatted arm, squeezing his biceps when he brushes past your clit. His finger dwells there, putting pressure on your swollen bud. Your hips impulsively start to rock, a shaky whimper rolls past your mouth.

“Always so needy.” He draws his hand back. A petulant whine from you echoes in the bathroom.

“Shh,” Jungkook hushes you. Glimmers of tease spark in his eyes. “Bend over for me, love.”

With a puff, you turn around, bend forward and catch yourself on the tiled wall. It’s cold on your palms, but you’ll endure this if it means that Jungkook will make you cum.

He hisses behind you. “So fucking pretty.” A hand travels over your ass to your spine and back. “The prettiest girl,” he rasps. You earn a smack on your cheek, the pain leaving your walls clenching around nothing.

You turn your head, catching him just as he aims a trickle of spit at your pussy. He rubs it over your folds. His inked fingers vanish between your thighs.

“Oh fuck,” you moan as his index finger slowly enters you. He reaches deep, curling his finger to graze your spot. “More.” He’s teasing you, rubbing over your sensitive area in slow strokes.

“What do we say?” he taunts, specks of mock painting his voice.

“Please,” you reply. “I need more, please.” You’re putty in his hands. The desire to be touched bigger than your general wayward behaviour.

“Good girl.” Jungkook adds another finger. It’s just two, but you feel so full. So good.

While his fingers pick up on the speed, you feel Jungkook’s kisses on your ass. He has you rolling your eyes at the way his pads curl against your sweet spot, the knot in the pit of your tummy tightening.

Jungkook bites down on your flesh, drawing a squeal out of you. Your head twists to him again. He’s on his knees, his cheek resting against the curve of your ass as he captivatingly watches his fingers move in and out of you. A faint smirk hangs on his lips.

He meets your half-lidded eyes. His smirk deepens. “Can take a third one?”

You know you can – he knows it too – but you’d rather have his cock inside you.

“I wan’ you.” It’s a sulky request, but Jungkook’s eyes soften.

“You think you’re ready for me?” He pushes his fingers deep, remaining there for a while. Your knees buckle.

“Yes,” you pant. “I’m always ready for you.”

Jungkook hums. Your eyes focus back on the white tiles, expecting Jungkook to move behind you to bury himself inside you. With a pounding heart you wait. A gasp springs from your chest when

Jungkook’s tongue is on your pussy. He retreats his fingers from your quivering hole, using both his palms to spread your cheeks open. His tongue dives between your folds, inciting breathless whimpers from you.

“Taste so good.” Jungkook muffles indistinctly between licks on your wetness.

The sloppy sounds of his tongue lapping on your pussy fill your ears. Your throat constricts, the pleasure sends you spiralling, not permitting you make another noise.

One hand smooths over your back. You arch your back for him and Jungkook voices an approving hum against your core. Tingles sprawl everywhere, eyes falling shut as Jungkook swirls his tongue over your clit. He sucks on your tiny nub, and your thighs shake in response.

His thumb gathers your juice mixed with his spit and begins to circle your other hole.

“Jungkook,” you mewl. Your voice is small, barely having the vigour to drown out the noise of running water and Jungkook’s wicked mouth.

“Mhmm? What is it, princess?” His playful baritone timbre rumbles through your body, sparking the tight knot in your belly. The pad of his thumb continues to sweep over it, jolts of arousal teeter in your veins. He pecks your ass. “Want more?”

“Yes – please,” you answer hurriedly, voice laced with an equal amount of desperation and lust. It’s still early in the morning but Jungkook has you begging for his cock with no effort.

Jungkook straightens up to his full height. He squeezes your waist, his other hand pumping his thick cock. He rubs the glistening precum on his tip over his length. His eyes are glued to your inviting pussy, the urge to fill you to the brim fogs his mind, but he controls himself. He’ll get you used to his size before fucking you silly. The filthy thought of having you cum around his dick lures a restrained groan out of him.

Last night, when he heard your hushed whines and little whispers of his name, Jungkook was thirsting to come over and have his way with you. It had him lusting over you even after the phone call ended.

Jungkook taps his tip against your aching pussy. The wet sounds it elicits makes his front teeth dig into his lower lip. So wet. Just for him.

His head nudges your entrance. You inhale sharply, zealously anticipating the feeling of his cock sheathed deep inside you. Jungkook pushes his cock inside you. A mutual moan reverberates in the bathroom.

“Fuck.” Your eyes are tightly closed.

“It’s just the tip,” Jungkook mutters, fingers trailing up your spine.

“So big,” you babble.

“You can take it.” Jungkook’s hand finds your tit, firmly palming the smooth flesh. “You’re gonna take my cock like the good girl you are, right?”

The pet name makes your heart flutter. “I can take it,” you promise.

Gradually, Jungkook eases his cock inside you. He’s so deep. Your head hangs low. You’re so full.

There’s an inkling of burning pain from Jungkook’s size, but he allows you to adjust to him. His fingers tugging at your nipple steals your attention. A whine flies past your lips at his ministrations on your pebbled nipple.

“You can move,” you tell him once the pain dulls.

A delicate kiss is pressed on your shoulder blade before Jungkook draws back. His hands are firmly anchored in your hips. Jungkook pulls back until only the head of his cock is left between your walls. In a fluid motion, he bottoms out.

“Damn, you feel so fucking amazing,” he grunts, a harshness surrounds his tone. Jungkook loses himself. He finds his rhythm and thrusts inside your pussy with sharp motions.

You’re a mess beneath him. A moan of his name flees your throat. He smacks your ass and the sting rattles through you, tiny sparks fuelling the fire inside you.

“Faster,” you utter between pants. “Faster, Jungkook.” He picks up on his speed, hitting the sweet spot inside you in hastier succession. “Please don’t stop.” You sneak a hand between your legs. You press your index finger to your clit, stroking in swift circles.

Jungkook gathers your hair in one hand, twisting it around his fist. Your head lifts, back arching.

“You’re gonna cum for me?”

You’re barely able to register Jungkook’s question. Your high is inbound, threatening to spill over. “Y-yes.” It’s a broken cry, Jungkook’s rapid lunges of his hips make it practically impossible to talk.

“Please make me cum.”

“You wanna cum so badly, don’t you?” Mock sympathy laces his voice. His makeshift ponytail tugs you back. Your hands are merely touching the wall for support, but Jungkook has a secure hold on you.

You reply with an impatient whine.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” Jungkook muses. His grip on your waist tenses, delivering a particularly hard thrust. You curse at the way his cock kisses the deepest part inside you. “I think you deserve to cum.”

Oh God.

His hand with your hair bundled in his palm pulls you back to him. You reluctantly let your hands slip from the tiled wall.

“I’ve got you,” Jungkook assures. He snakes both his arms around you, keeping you safe. He gently nudges your hand between your thighs. You comply, allowing Jungkook to replace your fingers. “I’m gonna make you cum.” His voice promises into your ear. A shiver crawls up your spine. His possessive ass likes to receive credit for everything.

Jungkook’s middle finger rubs over your clit in circular motions. Your head tips back, completely engulfed in Jungkook’s enchanting touches on your body.

“So close.” Your head falls back against his shoulder. Your sweet moans fill his ear.

“Pretty girl.” Jungkook’s nose nuzzles your cheek. “Cum for me.” His other hand rests against your lower tummy. His palm puts pressure on that spot. Your eyes roll in utter euphoria.

When the taut coil snaps inside you, a fuzzy feeling rushes through your entire body. It makes your body tingle with bliss. The feeling is overwhelming your senses, your eyes can’t stay focused. You moan weakly, legs shaking.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises. His words send warms chills on your skin.

His finger on your clit slows down. Jungkook lets you ride out your high, his thrusts deep and lazy.

When you peek a glance at him, you see him with brows knitted in pleasure. His dark hair is wet, long hair a mess on his head that you can’t wait to comb later. Jungkook’s sturdy body glistens with water and sweat, his shredded chest momentarily steals your attention until your eyes get distracted by the shimmering tattoos adorning his entire right arm, from hand to shoulder.

His colourful tattoos complete the look and add something irresistible to him, ridiculously charming – an impeccable portrayal of a ravishing man you should keep your distance from, but what can you say, your connection is like a magnet pulling you to him. You had kept your distance from him – even back when you two were still in high school and he was a grade above you – but once a taste of what it’s like to be with Jungkook and you became, mutually, addicted.

And as long as your brother doesn’t get a whiff of it – everything's fine.

“Wanna cum inside,” Jungkook breathes. His hand grips your ass tightly. “Can I cum inside?”

You rarely allow him to cum inside, but the way a desperate, whiny pitch accompanied by little puffs and moans colour his voice lets you decide otherwise.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Cum inside me, fill me up, Jungkook.”

“Oh, fuck.” His fingers sink into your waist. Jungkook fucks you relentlessly. “Gonna fill your pussy.”

With a guttural moan he pounds deep inside you, painting your walls white. Sloppy thrusts follow as he spills everything inside you, breathless noises hanging in the air.

Jungkook’s gingerly pulls his cock out, lightly tapping it against your pussy coated in your mixed juices.

“Bend over.”

Your hands are flat against the wall again, arching your back for Jungkook.

“Shit.” His palms smooth over the expanse of your ass. “Your tiny pussy looks so good filled up with my cum.”

You giggle. You feel his digits gently trace over your folds. He dips his finger in your cum filled hole.

“Up,” he instructs.

When you stand in front of him again, he holds his finger coated with his cum in front of your face.

On instinct, you open your mouth for him.

You close your lips around the pad of his tatted finger. Your tongue swirls around it, the taste of his cum spreading in your mouth.

Jungkook wears a fond smile on his face. He removes his finger when you swallow. “Good girl.”

Suddenly, someone yells your name from outside the bathroom.

You shriek.

“Relax, it’s just me.” Taehyung.

What the hell is he doing here so early?

You take a step back from Jungkook. “What do you want?” you yell.

“I think I left my AirPods here.”

Your eyebrows draw together in annoyance. “You came all the way back for that?”

Taehyung ignores your accusatory tone. “Can I come in? They gotta be here.”

You send a worried glance at Jungkook. But he just nods, giving your waist a reassuring squeeze.

The shower curtain is opaque. If Jungkook stays silent he won’t notice anything.

Jungkook pushes the shower curtain aside, pointing at the pile of clothes. Your pyjamas mixed with his jogging attire. Shit.

“Hold on a second,” you tell Taehyung, trying not to sound too panicked.

“I won’t look, _ _ _.” Taehyung’s voice drips in impatience.

“Just wait.”

You hurry to bend down, careful not to slip, and pick up Jungkook’s clothes from the floor. Jungkook hands linger on your hips to keep you safe. As you draw back, he pulls back the shower curtain and covers you both in the tiny shower.

“You can come in now.”

You hear him push down the doorknob. The door creaks a little as Taehyung enters the bathroom.

“It’s like a fucking sauna in here,” Taehyung comments.

The water is steaming hot – your choice, not Jungkook’s.

Your heart runs lapses in your chest. Your hand reaches for Jungkook’s arm, tightly holding onto him.

“Don’t forget that mum and dad are coming over this weekend.”

You mentally groan at his reminder.

Your first semester has just barely started a few months ago, but your parents can’t wait to check up on you.

“I know,” you reply.

“I think they wanna have dinner with Minho and his parents.”

Now you can’t suppress your piqued groan. Your forehead hits Jungkook’s biceps.

Taehyung chuckles. “You’re gonna pretend to be sick?”

“Mum will know.”

“Is me breaking his nose for you better?” You hear the smile on his face, but if you said yes, he’d totally do it.

You laugh. “Leave him alone. I don’t even know who he is.”

“Found them!” Taehyung calls. “Gonna leave now. Love ya!” You hear his steps leading him outside the bathroom. The door shuts close.

Jungkook and you remain silent until you’re sure that Taehyung left the apartment.

You heave a relieved sigh.

“That was close,” you mutter against his skin. Jungkook doesn’t say anything.

“So who’s Minho?” Jungkook briefly moves his arm to nudge your head.

“Just a guy who studies here as well.” You prop your chin up on his arm, looking up at him. “My parents are friends with his. They want me to meet him.”

Jungkook nods pensively. His palms slide down your back.

“Jungkook,” you warn when you feel him give your ass a squeeze.

“What? Lemme play with you a little more.”

“But it’s time for conditioner.” He grabs your hand mid-air, before you can fetch the conditioner.

He intertwines your fingers. “Just a little more.” Jungkook nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck.

Your eyes flutter close.

Your arms loop around his shoulders. A shaky breath springs from your chest when you feel Jungkook’s fingers between your legs.

“Gonna make you feel good. I promise.”

Jungkook is insatiable and you’re willing to give him every part of you.

The perfect match.

~

Hours later, you sit in class.

The lecture is almost done. You find yourself habitually scribbling doodles on your iPad, next to your notes.

You keep thinking back on the incident this morning and how Jungkook and you could’ve gotten caught. Maybe there shouldn’t be any visits from him at your place anymore – it's way too hazardous.

You don’t want Taehyung to find out. But you also don’t want to lie to him if you continue tackle this matter imprudently.

Your phone vibrates with a new message. You tilt the screen to your view. An immediate smile unfurls as you read Jungkook’s name.

Jungkook

hey

just wanted to make sure that you’re coming to the game later?

You

i am !! i'm excited

Jungkook

i’ll make sure to win for you

You

hihi

Jungkook

watchu up to rn

You

i’m in class

i’m bored

i don’t have friends

and i'm hungry

Jungkook

poor girl

you wanna come a lil earlier to the game?

You

why?

Jungkook

just so I can see you before the game starts

You

you’ll find me in the bleachers

like you always do

Jungkook

my eyes detect the pretty real fast ;)

You

🙄

Jungkook

so you don’t wanna give me luck before the game :(

You

how early are we talking about?

i still have classes

Jungkook

i dont know

enough time to give me sum good luck

You

what kind of giving luck are we talking about

🤨

Jungkook

you know

just

a little good luck kiss

You

good luck kiss?

you're annoying

Jungkook

i miss your lips

You

you’re sure no one will be there?

Jungkook

if you come early enough

You

i’ll come

just briefly

Jungkook

see ya princess

You’re gonna skip class to give Jeon Jungkook head.

The woman you are.

~

Jungkook slips you in the empty locker room without anyone noticing.

You both have mastered the ability to sneak into places unobserved, it seems.

“Just wanna stress that I skipped a class for you.” An accusing tone resonates in your voice as you turn to him, a finger poking his chest.

A bewitching smile swirls on Jungkook’s mouth. “Well, I’m happy that when you do, on a rare occasion, it’s to spend time with me.” He catches your finger easily, wrapping his hand around your wrist smoothly. Jungkook steps closer.

You can’t deny the giddy bubbles in your tummy whenever Jungkook flirts with you. It’s a prompt reaction – almost natural.

“You want your good luck kiss now?” The way he is staring down at you makes you feel a little jittery, but you keep his intense gaze, bashing your eyelashes up at him.

He traces a line with his knuckle along your jawline. “Whatever,” he answers. “Just the time I spend with you will bring me enough luck.”

A frustrated pout adorns your face. “I skipped class for this?”

“You don’t like spending time with me?” Jungkook’s brow quirks, a small playful smile curving his lips.

“No,” you deny vehemently. “I do like it. I just thought we were gonna do a little more than that.”

Jungkook chuckles. “I think you want it even more than me.”

Heat crawls into your cheeks. “So what?” You try to hide your growing shyness. “You were the one begging me to come here.”

“That’s right.” His thumb brushes over your lower lip, just the hint of a touch. “ ’Cause you always make me feel so good, princess.”

Shivers, everywhere. Jungkook leans down. He wants to tease you, you know it, but you stand on your tip toes and close the distance. You catch his mouth in a fierce kiss, fingers going straight into his hair, dishevelling the mess of his curls.

He walks backwards, pulling you along him until his calves hit the locker room bench and he slowly sits down. With his hands gripping your waist, he tugs you onto his lap.

“How much time do we have?” you whisper against his neck when he presses kisses down your throat.

“Don’t worry about it.” His lips move to your earlobe and he sinks his teeth into your soft skin.

“Jungkook.” You wanted to sound solemn, but it falls from you like a moan when his hands squeeze your ass. “I don’t want anyone finding us like this.”

“Then lets hurry.”

You shoot him a wide-eyed glance. “Excuse me?”

Jungkook ignores you and pulls you in for another kiss.

You are used to this, though. Spending your time with Jungkook like this always meant hurried touches and second look glances at the surroundings.

Your hips grind on his lap. Jungkook curses, his forehead falling onto your chest.

“I love this place,” he murmurs, palming your boobs through your tight sweater top. You giggle.

The bulge in his pants is pressing against you. Your hand clasps around it, squeezing a little. Jungkook groans at the feeling of your hand.

“I need you on your knees. Right now,” he commands in a rasp.

With a mischievous smile you sink down to your knees. Your trapped between his thighs. Jungkook quickly gets rid of his pants and briefs, pushing them down to his knees.

Jungkook’s cock lies against his abdomen. It’s pretty and salivating, his veiny length coloured in an angry red.

He strokes his cock, his thumb swiping across his glistening tip. “Open wide for me.” You feel his hand on the base of your neck. You obey nimbly, tilting your head upwards and sticking out your tongue.

Jungkook taps his cock against your tongue. The wet sound it produces sinking straight into your core. When he pushes his dick inside your mouth, you swirl your tongue around him. A string of curses follow the warm feeling of your mouth.

His cock is heavy between your lips. It reminds you of how his sheer size stretches your pussy when he fucks you, his mushroom tip rubbing against your sensitive spot and making you roll your eyes at the intensity. Your nails leave crescent marks in Jungkook’s thighs when you take him deeper.

“Just like that.” His voice gains something sharp and piercing.

You’re breathless when you pull off. You hold his length to your mouth; a dribble of spit runs down from his tip.

Jungkook moans at the sight of you spitting on his cock. He wants to shut his eyes and let your sinful mouth overtake every sensible part of him, but he can’t draw his eyes from you – his cock between your plump lips, your sparkly eyes looking up at him, a little teary because his size is still a little too much for you. Angelic.

Jungkook wants to blow his load right then and there.

Your head bobs up and down, palm stroking the part you can’t reach. The air is filled with wet, slurping sounds alongside Jungkook’s scratchy groans. You lap at the underside of Jungkook’s cock, tongue rolling around his head when you reach it, a kitten lick at his slit to add your teasing.

His dick twitches in your grasp. “Fuck.” He gathers loose strands in his palm. His hand lingers on the back of your head with your hair in a bundle to support you.

He urges you forward and your mouth closes around him again. Jungkook pressures you to take his cock deeper and you take his length further until your nose pokes his crotch. With shimmering eyes, you blink repetitively, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

“God, you look so fucking pretty with my cock stuffed in your mouth.” Jungkook hisses, keeping you down there. You swallow and his cock twitches again, the curse that flees his chest is low and it does something to your pussy.

He pulls you off his cock, just to push you down again. You gag, eyes tightly closed as Jungkook has his way with you.

“Love to hear you gag for me.” A deep crease appears between his eyebrows. “So good at taking my cock. Gonna make me fucking cum.”

Jungkook’s muscular thighs shake beneath your palms. His hips move desirously upwards, full length sheathed in your throat.

“Gonna cum – fuck ‘m gonna cum. You’re gonna swallow like the good girl you are?”

Jungkook’s cum shoots inside you. His hand in your hair goes limp. You suck on his tip, lazily stroking his dick to pump everything out while he’s breathing heavily above you. He hisses when your gentle touches are too much from him, pulling his cock from your mouth.

“Swallowed everything?” His voice is low, a little drowsy from his high. His fingers smooth over your hair to tame the mess he has created.

“Uh-huh.” A smile is on your face. You give his spent cock a peck before you rise.

Jungkook pulls his clothes back on. You walk to your bag discarded on the floor to search for tissues.

“There’s no way we’re losing the game today,” Jungkook says, smirking.

While you somewhat clean your hands you say, “Don’t jinx it.” When you’re done, you grab your phone.

“I’m not. We’re winning this.”

You stand in front of him. “Can you hold this?” You hand him your phone with the camera app opened, the screen showing you. Your fingers fold around his wrist to get the perfect angle of your face and you start fixing the mess of mascara Jungkook was the cause of.

“You don’t believe in me?”

“No, I do.” Impishness sways in your tone.

Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Princess, you should know me better than that.” He cocks his head, eyes intently watching you. “If we win, I’ll have my way with you tonight. If we don’t, you’re in charge.”

A tiny giggle escapes you at his proposal.

“Sure.”

You’re in for a ride.

~

Watching a hockey game of your brother has always been fun.

Not particularly because you are a fan of the game, but because you like to see Taehyung beam in his love and passion for it. You’ve always been a big supporter of his.

What made the games a tiny speck more enjoyable for you was his hot best friend playing with him.

You can’t keep your eyes off Jungkook. You keep searching for him, observing every move and play.

Sometimes you have to force yourself to pry your eyes away and see what your brother is doing.

It’s hard to force your attention away from Jungkook, but it’s even tougher to feign nonchalance because you attended the game with Chanyeol – a friend from class, but you two initially became friends at a frat party.

He usually tags along with you, together with your friend Naeun but she couldn’t accompany you today – too swamped with work.

“Taehyung’s really amazing.”

Chanyeol’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. Your eyes fly from Jungkook to Taehyung, your throat constricts like you’ve been caught in a criminal act.

“I know,” you say, a little awkward. “He’s always been this good.”

It’s half-time. The fifteen-minute break has just started. The bleachers are crowded, though some are leaving to use the small break.

Suddenly, the huge screens show close ups of the viewers.

The kiss cam.

The couple shown on the screen starts kissing and the entire audience cheers.

You’ve never been on the kiss cam. There are too many people in the audience anyway, the chances to appear on it are low.

Unbothered, you turn to Chanyeol.

“You’re coming to the party this Saturday?” he asks.

“My parents are coming over this weekend.” You sigh at the thought of it. “I doubt I’ll be able to go out.”

“Yikes.”

Your phone vibrates. You unlock it to find a new message from Naeun. You’re occupied with texting Naeun when Chanyeol faintly nudges his knees to yours.

“I’m sorry, I-” When you look up, you see yourself on the big screen. “Oh!” you squeal surprised.

Chanyeol laughs beside you. A rush of excitement and nervousness courses through your system.

Chanyeol’s eyebrows raise in question.

Should you? Chanyeol doesn’t have a girlfriend, you don’t have a boyfriend. There’s nothing to lose, really. Exhilaration is clouding your judgement.

Slowly, a timid smile curves your lips upwards.

You lean in closer. Chanyeol takes the hint and cups your cheek. When his lips touches yours, your tummy tingles. You share a heated kiss, your body leaning in closer as you get lost in it for a brief second.

The applaud and cheers are blocked by your ears. You only focus is Chanyeol.

The moment doesn’t last long. When you both break the kiss, you smile at each other, giggles surrounding you.

The kiss cam isn’t focused on you anymore, another couple on the screen.

“You’re a good kisser,” Chanyeol compliments teasingly.

“That was fun,” you reply, the thrill of it all making you feel light in the head.

When you cast your glance to the field, it slowly subsides.

Taehyung is looking at you with a sharp look. You know your brother too well. His expression translates to are you fucking serious?

Yes, you want to answer. Lemme have fun for once.

Your eyes roll unintendedly when you avert your gaze from Taehyung. But somehow, they instantly land on Jungkook.

Your chest flutters, even from a distance his effect on you is intense.

The look he gives you is blistering, straight into your soul.

No matter how this is will end, Jungkook is gonna have his way with you either way.

Oh, now you are definitely in for a ride.

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read pt 2 here <3

[ramblingoak]

Could I please request a kiss goodnight with Copia dearest Oak?

A Kiss Goodnight

Copia x Reader

Warnings: little bit of dirty talk but otherwise just a sweet moment between you and Copia, nsfw just in case so 18+ only, mdni, 1100 words (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers and @foxybouquet for the Italian help!)

He had fallen asleep again.

You couldn’t blame him though, he had been touring for three months straight now with two more to go.  Their tour bus was nice but it was still a bus and not the most comfortable place to sleep.  Plus add eight ghouls and well…things were cramped.  There were a lot of clashing personalities shoved into a small space and at this point in the tour nerves were frayed and everyone was on edge.  On edge and exhausted.

Copia muttered something too soft for you to hear before snorting and jerking awake.  Your view of him tumbled as he knocked his phone from its perch on the pillow next to him.  When he came back into view you had to stifle a laugh seeing the pillow creases on one side of his face.  There was still makeup tucked into the wrinkles you loved so much and his hair was wild, the salt and pepper strands sticking up aggressively.  

Your heart ached with how much love you had for this man.

“You should go to bed, Papa.  There’s another show tomorrow, yeah?”

“Si, tomorrow and the next day.”  He reached a bare hand up and rubbed at his eyes, smearing the makeup that was still there around some more.  “But I’m good, mi sento bene.  I want to hear about your day.”

It was hard to stifle your grin because you had actually told him about your day already.  He had just been so out of it he was half asleep when you’d started and snoring by the time you were done.  You decided to humor him though, clearing your throat and starting an abridged version of things.

“Well, Terzo and Secondo were summoning more ghouls but apparently they got into an argument half way through the ritual.”  Copia rolled his eyes and dropped his head back onto his pillow with a laugh.  “Next thing I know, Primo is running down the hall screaming about hell hounds.”

“Hell hounds?!  Quegli idioti, is everyone ok?”  

“Oh yes, Alpha and Omega were able to keep them contained in the summoning circle.  When Primo showed up he banished your brothers into the hall and then the hounds back to their home.”

“Lucifero, those two are going to burn the abbey down some day.” 

You were both quiet for a moment, Copia’s eyes were drooping again and you just smiled softly as you watched the lines of worry smooth out as he relaxed.  Hopefully next tour he would let you tag along.  These nightly video calls were nice but you missed seeing him in the flesh.  You missed holding him close and burying your nose against his neck to smell his cologne.  You missed his touch, the way the leather of his gloves felt on your skin.

You missed his kisses.

“Amore?”  It was your turn to startle and you gave him a sheepish smile, half hiding your face behind your blanket.  He had a look of amusement on his face, his eyes suddenly a bit brighter and more awake then they were a moment ago.  “Thinking of anything in particular?”

“You.”  He grinned as he brought his phone closer to his face while you did the same.  “It’s always you.  Idiota.”

“How cruel you are to me, I should punish you.”

“Punish?  And how will you do that from so far away, Papa?”

“Hmm, maybe tomorrow night I’ll be too tired to call.  You’ll have to go to sleep without seeing my handsome face.”

“Oh that would be cruel.”  You bit your lip before you decided to take this a bit further, letting out a little grunt as you stretched out in the bed.  “I’ll have to find something else to occupy my time in this big bed of yours.”

“Like what?”  Copia’s voice had gotten a little deeper, his eyes not leaving yours as he stared at you through the phone screen.  “Tell your Papa what you would do.”

“Hmm, I think I’ll slip into your bed naked.  These sheets feel so good against my skin.”  He groaned a little before you continued,  “If I can’t talk to you I’ll just have to pretend you're here next to me.  Touching me in all the places I like to be touched.”

“I do enjoy touching you,”  He groaned a little louder and you shushed him, not wanting him to draw the attention of the ghouls.  Copia ignored you though and you watched as his shoulder shifted, his arm no doubt moving so he could touch himself instead.  “With my hands and my mouth.”

“I enjoy that too, Papa.”  You let your hand travel down your body, your fingers dipping into your underwear so you could touch yourself.  “I love your mouth on me.”

“Fuck, yes.  I’d taste you everywhere.”  Copia’s arm began to move faster and he let out a feral sounding groan before he spoke again,  “Want to dip my tongue as far into you as I ca–”

“No phone sex on the bus!”

You and Copia both yelled out at the sound of Swiss’s voice.  Your cheeks flamed and you slammed your phone face down onto the bed.  Their voices were muffled but you could hear Swiss and Copia yelling at each other.  You didn’t move until the noise had quieted down and you heard Copia’s voice softly calling out your name.  When you grabbed your phone to look at him again he had a sheepish look on his face.

“Eh, I forgot I made this rule after the first week of the tour.  There was an incident with Cirrus you see and,”  Copia trailed off and shrugged.  “Maybe one of these nights I’ll get a hotel room so we can try this again.”

“Sounds like a plan, Papa.”  He smiled softly, his face once more showing how tired he was.  It was time to say goodnight so you both could get some sleep.  “What will we do for tonight though?”

“Tonight?  Uh, I’m not sure I can stay quiet enough…”

“Can I at least get a goodnight kiss?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

You couldn’t help yourself and reached out to gently touch your screen with your finger, the yearning to actually be able to touch him so strong you wanted to cry.  He brought his phone up to his face, waiting for you to do the same, the both of you gently pressing your lips to them at the same time.  When he started whispering something soft in Italian you pulled away, your eyes trying to trace every part of his face before you said goodnight.

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Yes, Papa.  I’ll be here.”

“Naked in my bed?”  He laughed when you rolled your eyes, reaching up to get ready to flick the light switch.  “Buonanotte, amore.”

“Goodnight, Copia.”

You let a few tears fall after the call ended and you quickly buried yourself in the sheets to surround yourself with his smell.  Two more months without him was too long and you decided then and there to see about that hotel room first thing tomorrow.

And a plane ticket so you could share it with him.

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Wash Day

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader

Warnings:

Summary: Wash day is Sunday, so Andrew and his girlfriend get in the shower together (not sexually).

He’s just minding his business, siting in the living room of your home, book in hand, glasses on his face. He’s nice and comfy, content, thinking his gonna be sat there for a while,

“It’s wash day!”

There, all ruined in a 3 word sentence, his day of lounging around and reading is destroyed by his girlfriend yelling that today is the day of the week where she washes his hair… because apparently he can’t do it himself.

Begrudgingly, he puts down his book, making his way up to the big bathroom in the house. There’s his girlfriend, smiling at him, with the little (it’s not little who is he kidding) basket of hair products.

Two washes, conditioner, hair mask, a plethora of curly hair products, and other tools she’ll ’torture’ him with. That’s how this will go, that’s how it happens every week on Sunday.

Sunday is wash day, she washes his hair then her own. It’s always wash day, yet every week he forgets how bad it is, then has to do it again.

“Come on, strip.”

She says with a smile, Turing on the shower so it can warm up.

“Wow… what am I, a common whore?”

She giggles at him, before getting undressed herself so they can get in together. A few minutes later, she’s got him sat on the floor, so she can reach his head, in the large shower. First step is getting his hair wet, the shower head is pulled off the wall to make this happen. She points the warm water start at his hair, getting it wet, then for the fun of it she spritz of water into his face,

“Aye!”

“Oh, hush. You spend you mornings in the Irish Sea, a little warm water to the face isn’t gonna kill you.”

He grumbles, at her words, crossing his arms as his girlfriend gets his hair all drenched so it can be shampooed.

And thats the next thing, a shampoo bar is pulled out of the basket, it’s taken out of the case it’s kept in so it doesn’t mould. She scrubs his hair with the bar, until it starts to bubble up, the bar is discarded and she just massages his scalp and rubs the shampoo into his hair.

He leans back into her tummy, his eyes closed, a low hum of pleasure coming from deep into his chest.

“Does that feel good, Bear?”

The reply comes in a soft rumble from his chest, she giggles at his enjoyment, continuing to massage the built up dirt from his hair and scalp.

She grabs the shower head, washing the first round of shampoo out of his hair. The warm water runs over his head and face, dripping down his body, leaving a sweet soothing feeling down his body.

She moves about, putting the first shampoo bar back in the basket,

“Ooo! Do you want to try this honey scented  shampoo?”

He doesn’t care, what she uses on his hair. He’s just mindless, so deep in the soothing pleasure of her touch. He just nods in his mindless state.

She smiles, repeating the acts again. She opens the shampoo bar, except she holds it to his nose before she uses it, its smells great. She scrubs the bar into his hair, then massages it into his scalp and hair. Then washes it out.

“There we go! That’s the first thing done, and we’re only 15 minutes in.”

She says with a smile, kissing his cheek, as if praising him for just sitting still so she could wash his hair.

She moves off to the basket, putting everything back, and finally pulling conditioner out. She move to his hair, slathering the conditioner on her hands, then threading it through his hair, making sure not to get it on his roots. Finally she pulls out, washing off the conditioner on her hands,

“3 minutes wait time, just sit there and look pretty.”

He smiles at her comment, then 3 minutes later she washes the conditioner out, the a hair mask is caked on his hair. She wraps a shower cap around his head.

“Come on, hun… I’ve gotta wash my hair while that mask does its thing.”

“Yes, ma’am”

He moves to a small stone bench kept in their large shower, and he just watches as she washes her own hair.

It’s a lot quicker for her to wash her hair, because she’s been doing this since she was a kid. Washing her hair out, it’s takes all of 15 minutes for her to shampoo her hair twice and condition it. That leaves another 15 minutes for his hair mask, so she puts her own hair mask in.

“Are you done, honey?”

She hums back at him, moving back to him, standing in front of him, her hands on his cheeks, rubbing his cheekbones with her thumbs.

“Hey, do you recon we should shampoo and condition your beard?”

She jokes, the answer is yes, they could shampoo and condition his beard. But he doesn’t want to say yes, because then washing his beard will also become a regular thing.

“……no.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“No…”

“Yes, you are… we should wash your beard!”

“Please no…”

It was too late, now their sat on the shower floor, her rubbing the honey shampoo bar along his cheek. Giggling at his little pout. She rubs the shampoo into his beard, her hands moving along his cheeks, smiling at him warmly.

“Why…? You didn’t have to do this to me…”

She giggles, kissing his lips, so some of the shampoo transfers onto her cheeks as well.

“Look at that! No we’re matching!”

She says happily, we do match, both in shower caps with shampoo foam on our cheeks. She smiles at him, grabbing the shower head and washing the shampoo off his and her cheeks. Then she moves in with the conditioner to his beard, and his pout only gets bigger.

“Please tell me we’re not doing this again…”

She laughs, waiting the 3 minutes for the conditioner, then washing off.

“Look, time to wash out your hair mask!”

His sighs, when the shower cap is pulled off his head, just to get slapped in the face with his hair, making his lover laugh.

The hair mask is washed out, and she leaves him to wash his body while she finishes washing her hair and her own body.

___

She now has Andrew sat in her vanity chair, having other products scrunched into his hair. She’s stood behind him, finger coiling his hair, separating his strands of hair and coiling them so she doesn’t have to put his hair in rolls.

“Now, Andy… I’m gonna give you the choice, do you want to defuse your hair or not?”

“No, I just want to get dry and read my book… please.”

She smiles softly, kissing his cheek softly, tying his hair up in an old cotton t-shirt so it can dry naturally.

“Ya know, I should get you a bonnet.”

He sighs, not really listening anymore, he just gets into pyjamas and goes back downstairs to sit in his arm chair with the book he’s been trying to read.

And then, she joins him, making herself comfortable in his lap as he reads.

[spooky-bunnys]

Poly Bakusquad (romantic) x male reader

With a cat quirk. The chaos they would cause. He’s a cuddly person in general and will just climb on people, and maybe the squad gets jealous easily? Thanks.

I made him Mina's cousin. Hope you don't mind. I just don't write for female characters. Hope you enjoy!

When the students heard Mina's cousin is joining 1-A they didn't think anything about it. Until they saw a Pink haired male with cat ears and a tail. Not only that, but his red eyes were familiar. While the guy was adorable to many. Apparently he was already dating.

They were informed quickly of that as the first thing the male did upon eating the classroom was-"Suki!" The feline immediately ran to the bakusquad and curled into Bakugo's side. Everyone expect him to push the male away but he didn't. Instead he pulled the male closer and kissed his head. Which made the other males in the bakusquad whine.

"Hey! (Name) why not come to us for cuddles?!" Kaminari whined and trying pulling him away. Only to get an explosion to the face. (Name) had squealed and smacked Bakugos chest. "Suki! No! What have we talking about using your quirk to his face!"

(Name) quickly scrambled to the floor checking on the poor male. "Denki? Denki love can you hear me? Hana! I think Suki knocked Denki out again." Hana? The students watched Sero walk to the duo on the floor. "Well he knows better to mess with Katsuki when he's cuddling you."

The student were extremely confused. They watched Kirishima walk up to Bakugo. "Kat man. You gotta stop doing that. Your gonna make (Name) cry again. Then Mina is gonna kill us. You know how protective she is dude!" The bakusquad males shivered and looked in the females direction and were met with narrowed eye.

Honestly Bakugo might've forgotten about that...(Name) whimpered and his ears drooped. "Was it my fault? I was just cold and Suki's quirk makes his hands really warm..." Mina glared at the males and made a "I'm watching you" hand signal at them. She crouched down pet (Name)'s head. Scratching at his favorite spot.

"No (Name) its not your fault. Your boyfriends are just easily jealous. Especially Bakugo. Okay? I'll help you take Kaminari to the nurses office." (Name) purred slightly and nodded. "Okay Ash!" He stood up gave the males(who quickly hid from Mina's glare) a quick kiss. "Alright I'll be back boys. Please behave. Eiji your in charge!"

Bakugo yelled out wanting to know why he wasn't in charge and (Name) replied "Well Eiji's quirk is better against yours so if I'm not here he can best handle you when your angry." That confused the students even more. What could he do?

When the duo tried to leave the door opened revealing their Sensei. "Oh! Morning Papa!" PAPA?! Everyone but the bakusquads mouth dropped. "P-Papa? Wait so that means-" Aizawa smiled softly and rubbed (Name)'s head. "Morning kit. What's going on?"

(Name) huffed and showed him the unconscious Kaminari on his back. "Denki got jealous that I was cuddling Suki again. I got cold so I thought I'd cuddle with Suki bevause-" Aizawa sighed heavily. "Bakugo's quirk makes his hands warm. Yes I know."

(Name) nodded. "So when Denki tried pulling me away it upset Suki." Aizawa didn't need to know the rest. "Bakugo used his quirk on Denki knocking him out." When he got a nod in return he sighed even louder. He pinched the bridge of his nose and waved the pink haired dou off. "Alright but to the nurses office then straight back."

The dou nodded and quickly left while Aizawa turned to the class, glaring at the trio of male who looked like they wanted to be anywhere but there. "Don't think I didn't see his tail. Why do you always upset him. Especially so early in the morning."

The bakusquads punishment for upset (Name) had been extra cruel training. It was then the student made a rule of their own for the classroom. Don't upset (Name). Or they'd face the wrath of not only an upset Mina, but an angry Dadzawa.

[pyramid-of-starrs]

Sneak Peeks of my upcoming work

Here are some sneak peeks of my current drafts! I'll let you guys deicide what I post next. All these ofc will contain smut so please only interact if comfortable

Smells like cigarettes Chubby blk reader x older San

You sighed knowing that the moment you swiped nothing would happen because again, guys like this don't match with you. You slowly slid your thumb to the right the words "You and Pudding matched" popped up on the screen, wait... pudding? Surely it was just a dumb name for tinder, he seems funny already. You tossed your phone to the side, yeah it's nice you matched with a cool guy but they always suck at messaging.

You made your way to the kitchen to make yourself some ramen and as soon as you were done you checked your phone to see you actually had a message from "Pudding".

Grade A Tutor Reader x Wooyoung

"I'm Y/N... and you?"

"Wooyoung, nice to meet you gorgeous." He reached out his hand out the short distance and you shook it.

The rest of the night was very chill, you both talked the entire time, drowning out the drunken yells from your friends. You both exchanged numbers and said he would text you, he never did, but it's fine, it's not like you expected anything. You would see Wooyoung at parties around campus and just didn't have the guts to speak, let alone ask why he never texted you.

"I just texted him and let him know I found him a tutor, I'll give you his number." Hongjoong said interupting your flash back.

"I think I already have it..." You said under your breath.

"Oh... wait are you one of the girls Woo has... gotten familiar with?" Hongjoong asked then a pillow smacked him in the face.

"Shut up Joong." Your roommate said.

"I'm just asking!" Hongjoong's phone dings and he checks it. "Woo wants to know if you could come over tonight to help him, apparently he is trying to study for his English final, and he's stumped."

"Tonight? Um... sure." You replied.

"Perfect, I'll have him text you his info."

"Oooouuu Woo's parents are loaded maybe can pay you super good and you can come on the trip." You best friend said as she hugged your neck from behind and pushed you down on the bed. "And Woo is coming on the trip maybe you two can get super "acquainted" so you can have someone." Your roommate said in your ear then giggled teasingly as your face got hot.

Temp of 108 Sick reader x boyfriend Jongho (contains Somno)

As the blood rushed to his dick his boxers started to feel constricted, his fingers rubbed circles on your sensitive nipples, your lips opened and closed before you bit your bottom lip, you whispered your boyfriends name and that made Jongho come undone. He slipped his hands passed your thighs and between your legs, you naturally opened up for him a bit, he slid two fingers between your cunt, you were already so wet, maybe you were dreaming about him fucking you until you felt better, the thought made Jongho more eager. He rubbed gentle circles on your sensitive nub while you groaned in your sleep, your hips started to buck up more as he moved faster, it made Jongho hiss, he wanted to touch you more and more. Your stuffy nose made your breathing heavy as you inhaled and exhaled from your mouth, he wanted to kiss you but didn't want to cover your only source of air. His finger eventually made it to your thrubbing hole, he slid them in with easy, the temperature inside you was even greater, he wanted you to feel better and hoped that he was atleast relieving some tension on your body. As he fucked his two fingers into you he leaned closer to press kisses on your neck, your moaning increased as your face scrunched, you couldn't tell if you were having a very intense wet dream or it was something else, your hand moved on its own as you gripped Jongho's wrist, your hips still bucking. Jongho looked at you to see if you were awake but noticed you were still asleep.

Plan B pt 2 Fuckboy Mingi x Reader

Well 30 minutes into talking Mingi had you bent over on the couch why he worked on your second orgasm, his hips never slowed down as he vigorously pounded into you, the tip of his rob hitting your spot so deliciously, the sound of clapping and sqeulching filled the room.

"Do you forgive me now baby?" He asked, his ego shining through.

"Fuck, yes ngghh" You moaned out.

He pulled you by your hair as he pulled your hair back.

"What was that, I can't fucking hear you?" he asked, his hips pounding deeper into you, you could feel his deep in your stomach, like he was literally rearranging your guts.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, yes Mingi I forgive you oh my fucking god." Mingi smiled watching you come undone right on his dick.

"Mm wanna be my little fuck toy baby? Want me to ruin your pussy whenever I want?" He said as his hips contiued to drive into you, the building sensation of your second orgasm was sitting in your stomach.

"Yess please, please make me your fucktoy Mingi." You knew deep down this wouldn't be a good idea and maybe you could back out and block him but right now he was fucking you so good he could ask you to build a house and you would say yes.

"Good girl, now cum for me." and that was all she wrote, now you're sitting with your best friend and Seonghwa lying to both their faces especially since he's been coming back to your apartment every night and fucking the life out of you.

6 Sugars and Cream Officer worker Seonghwa x office worker reader (Suuuuper long)

"So are you excited about tonight?" Seonghwa asked as he carried his laptop bag over his shoulder.

"I am! I hope there is a really happy ending." You smiled as you watched the ground while you walked.

"...and what if there isn't one?" Seonghwa asked.

"What?" You looked over at him

"What if... there isn't a happy ending... what will you do? Will you be okay?" Seonghwa was a very logical thinking man, he envied your optimism but he knew that just wasn't how the world worked, he was always a smart boy which is why he didn't try to pursue love. He went through his college years focusing on studies and occasionally having flings but he was always honest about the fact that he wasn't looking for anything serious. When he met you and you went on an on about your boyfriend and how you and him made plans to be engaged soon he was happy for you, but a year went by and he still hadn't popped the question, which just proved Seonghwa's point on why he never wants to date.

Care Taker Chapter 3

“What are you doing here Wooyoung?” you tried to not look at him so you wouldn’t be sent into a frenzy and just continued to work.

“Don’t be like that boss, I brought your lunch for you, you forgot it at home.”

Since Jonathan has been gone Wooyoung has made it his job to start packing you lunches after you told him you usually order lunch or wait to get him.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Of course I did, my job is to take care of you after all.” He placed the lunch bag he had on your desk.

“Well…thanks.”

“Mhm”

You continued to type away at your computer until a few minutes passed and you felt Wooyoung just staring at you.

“Did you need something else.”

“Why aren’t you looking at me?” he said suddenly

“W-what?”

“You haven’t been looking at me lately, you’ve been acting super weird and avoiding me, why?”

“No I haven’t.”

“Then look at me.”

“…no” you typed nervously making a few errors.

He smiled deviously at you and got up from his chair, he walked around your desk and stood next to you, he turned your desk chair to face him and you were met with his low eyes and stern face. He leaned down to talk right into your ear.

“Ya know boss I really like having your attention so when you don’t give it to me it makes me sad, but you know what else it makes me want to do?”

“w-what?” you said nervously.

“Punish and tease you more.” He whispered before kissing the shell of your ear, his veiny arm reached up and he cupped where your jaw stopped and your neck started as he started to kiss down your throat. A quiet and soft whimper came out as he left the warm kisses on your neck.

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Morning sickness- Matt Casey, Kelly Severide, Jay Halstead

Summary: You hate throwing up, so mornings sickness is really terrifying, but your boys have you.

Warnings: LaNgUaGe, mentions vomiting, nausea, morning sickness

Authors note: Sorry this took so long to post. This is an ask from an anonymous user. I just haven’t been myself lately and writing isn’t coming too easily. Thank you for the ask and the support!

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When you found out you were finally pregnant, you were ecstatic and terrified all at the same time. You immediately went to Matt, knowing he would be the most likely to stay calm and listen to your concerns before he let himself get excited. After he comforted you over your fears of mornings sickness, promising that it would be temporary and the boys would all be there for you, you finally tell the other two. Of course, just as predicted, they jump for joy as soon as the words get out of your mouth. You celebrate with them, letting your conversation with Matt calm your nerves.

Days later, the first bout of morning sickness hits. You groan, rolling over to bury your face into Jay’s back. Matt and Kelly have gotten up to go for their run, so Jay is staying with you incase you need anything. Jay slowly rolls over, taking you into his arms and rubs your back lightly.

“Shhhhh. Your alright baby. Go back to sleep.” He mumbles, voice deep with sleep.

You nod, breathing slowly with Jay and focusing on his hold on you. You drift back to sleep a few minutes later to the sound of Jay’s heartbeat.

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A few days after the first incident, you walk into the kitchen where Kelly is cooking dinner. Normally the smell of chicken and broccoli bow tie Alfredo is a welcome one, but not today.

“Oh God. What is that?” You ask, putting a hand over your nose and mouth to block out the smell.

Matt looks up from his work at the kitchen table as Kelly turns to look at you. “Uh, it’s your favorite.” Kelly replies, confusion heavy in his voice.

You shake your head, backing away. “Apparently not the baby’s favorite.” You say, turning and grabbing your keys and jacket. “I’m gonna go to the 21st. Can you air it out in here please? I think it’s the broccoli. You can save the rest of the dinner. Just please get rid of the broccoli.” You practically beg before jogging out of the front door.

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The following Saturday, you all happen to be off. You wake up with Jay and Kelly wrapped around you and the smell of breakfast. You take a minute to enjoy the moment, but it doesn’t last long as a wave of nausea hits. You groan, shifting to bury your face into Kelly’s chest.

Jay sits up and gathers your hair to help cool you off as Kelly adjusts his hold on you, lightly rubbing your back. “Sh Sh Sh. It’s alright. Just breathe.” Kelly mumbles, kissing your forehead.

You nod, breathing in time with Kelly. You try to block out the smell of food, but then Matt opens the door and the smell hits you like a ton of bricks. You gasp as the nausea gets stronger, moving to practically jump over Kelly as you run for the en-suite.

“Fuck.” Jay curses, moving to follow you before the other boys even have a chance to react. He jogs to catch up, sliding up behind you as you double over the toilet. Jay grabs your hair as you push the lid up and try to abort the first heave. “Okay. It’s alright baby. Breathe for me.” Jay encourages as Matt and Kelly come running in.

Kelly sees you slightly swaying and comes around Jay to grab your hips. “It’s okay love. Kneel down sweetheart.” Kelly helps guide you down and Jay crouches with you, a steadying hand on your shoulder as Kelly sinks down with you and holds you by your sides.

Matt comes over when you are all relatively settled and places a cool cloth on your neck. You shake under their grasps as you try and keep your stomach contents in its place as you gag. Matt scoots past Kelly and kneels down near the bowl, not caring if you miss and hit him or not. He grabs your hand and reaches up to steady your forehead.

“I- I don’t.” You shake your head as you gag again, reaching one hand out to clutch at Jay’s shirt and squeeze Matt’s hand that he has a hold of. “Please.” You whimper out, squeezing your eyes shut against the onslaught of nausea.

All three boys look at each other, heart break and sympathy on each of their faces. Each of them coo and speak words of comfort. All three speak at one time, Jay speaking calmly to you, Kelly shushing you, and Matt whispering words of comfort.

“I know baby girl. I know.” Jay murmurs, squeezing the back of your neck lightly. “We have you. It’s okay.”

“You don’t have to be scared.” Matt gently reminds you. “It’s gonna happen sweet girl. We won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“We have you. Just let it out.” Kelly encouraged, running his hands lightly up and down your sides. He can feel you shaking as you try to stop your muscles from contracting.

“Noooo.” You whine out, “Make it S-hurk.” You finally heave up a thin stream of puke, having been caught of guard while you were talking. You gasp around the next heave, wailing loudly.

“There you go. It’s alright Angel.” Jay whispers, grabbing a hair tie and tying your hair back before he lightly grabs your shoulder with one hand and rubs your chest with the other as you throw up again.

“Just get it out. It’s okay princess.” Kelly encourages, shushing you as he stops his hands from lightly roaming to hold you steady.

Matt shushes you, but stays quiet. He knows that you don’t really hear anything anyone is saying to you right now, but he is determined to be a steady presence. Every now and then, he will remind you to breathe, not liking the way you are boarder line hyperventilating.

“I’m gonna text Will. See if he can get her some Zofran or something.” Jay says to the other boys, taking out his phone and typing quickly with one hand. You all hoped that this day wouldn’t come, given that you have successfully calmed your stomach any other time, but they could tell this was coming.

Once you finish, Matt reaches up to flush as Kelly takes your shaking body into his arms. Jay is quick to help clean you up and offer the mouth wash. Matt and Jay huddle around you and Kelly knowing that you want them close. You are still shaking and crying, clutching Kelly’s shirt in your fists.

“Shhhhh. It’s over. It’s okay princess. Breathe for us.” Kelly shushes, lightly rocking you back and forth. “Breathe with me.” Kelly encourages, exaggerating his breaths to help you follow along.

“You are okay. Nothing bad happened baby. I know you feel gross, but it’s over now.” Jay whispers, trying his best to keep his voice and features calm even though he is extremely worried. He knows you hate puking, and you’re only 10 weeks along. You have at least a few months of this ahead of you.

“We are right here. We aren’t going anywhere. We have you, okay?” Matt soothes, running a hand up and down your back. All the boys smile as you nod to show your understanding, finally calming down in Kelly’s hold under the touch of your boys and their calming words.

“Now peanut, you gotta be nice to your mommy. She doesn’t like throwing up.” Jay says, getting close to your belly and poking at it lightly. You giggle, loving when Jay shows his playful side. “That’s my girl.” Jay whispers, leaning up to kiss your forehead.

“Our girl Halstead.” Kelly jokes, kissing the back of your neck. You giggle again, loving the attention your getting and completely forgetting about the lingering nausea.

Matt smiles as he watched his little family. He could care less if he spent every morning like this. It wasn’t fun for anyone, nor was it comfortable, but he would give anything to see you all smile and to know he has a baby on the way. No matter what, they would always be there for you.

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Chapter Fourteen

College is cancelled as the snow gets worse, so Claire and I spend the week in our apartment hanging out with each other, just like we used to during the long weekends of our 6th year, nobody but each other. We agree to leave the heating on all day because it’s a weather emergency and I try not to think too much about the bill, justifying that if I’m not going out to bars and clubs I’m saving money, so I can funnel it into keeping our cold feet warm during the storm.

We take her big feather down duvet from her bed and watch nineties chick flicks on the couch all day, eating through every last morsel of food in the apartment so that we don’t have to brave the weather to get supplies from the nearest supermarket, which has already been raided of all its bread and eggs as the hysterical Irish have once again entered panic mode over five inches of snow. 

We send Shane on a mission to Marks & Spencers on Henry Street to get fancy food to make up for the miserable offerings of the local Tesco Express, but even the trains have stopped by now, so he has to cycle from Clonskeagh. When he arrives hours later we rejoice. Claire kisses him all over his face while I dive for the carrier bags, pulling out the fancy oven dinners we requested, huge bars of Dairy Milk chocolate, Percy Pigs and gourmet crisps with fancy flavours like flame grilled steak and sour cream and shamrock.

“I’ve another thing for you as well, Evie.” He says, and throws something at me which I fail to catch. “Happy birthday.”

I dive for it, a small soft packet that’s ended up under the kitchen table. “You shouldn’t have.” I say. “What is it?”

“Well you’ll find out if you open it.” He says. 

“Right.” I rip open the clumsily taped paper and there’s a cute little knitted hat inside. It’s red, my favourite colour, and I gasp with surprise and hug it to my chest. It’s so warm and soft to the touch. “Oh wow! Did your mam make this?”

“I asked her to yeah. You said you needed a new hat so…”

“I love it.” I pull it over my ears and pull a model face for Claire who laughs. I don’t get up and try to hug Shane because I know how much he would hate it, so I settle for beaming at him until he goes a bit red instead. “I always wanted her to teach me how to knit.”

“She’d definitely do it, just ask her sometime.”

“I can see it, me becoming someone who knits stuff, like big ugly lumpy scarves and horrible mittens.” I sigh. “I miss your mam.” 

“I’d say she probably misses you as well.” 

Our conversation is interrupted by my phone buzzing in my pocket and my heart instantly does an anxious skip when I feel it, but then I’m just frustrated to see another message from Dean. 

Bored. Do you want to hang out?

I sigh and stuff it back into my pocket. I’ve been trying to ignore him all week but he’s texted me three times now, and the more he sends the more obvious it is that I’m trying to avoid him, which I’m sure he will consider some sort of childish drama.

“Who’s that?” Claire wants to know, and I admit to her that it’s Dean, which makes a muscle twitch in Shane’s jaw. 

“What’s he want off you?” He asks tersely.

“Just to hang out.” I say. 

“Are you saying no, or?”

“Well, I’m saying nothing at all. I don’t know how to approach it, you know, like, giving him a hard ‘no’. It seems harsh.”

Shane takes the bag from the table and starts unpacking the groceries. “It’s spelled N O.” He explains. “Very easy.”

“Yes but I feel bad, like I couldn’t explain to him why I suddenly don’t want to see him, because really, it’s out of pure awkwardness, and I just can’t face him at the moment.”

“Can’t you say ‘I don’t hang around with boys who… do drugs’?” Claire offers, delivering the word “drugs” in that uncomfortable way that a mother would. I shake my head. “Well, no, because I’m embarrassed that I didn’t know that already, considering how obvious it apparently was.” I sigh, flashing back to the vigour with which he was rubbing his nose at my party. “I suppose it’s not really him, it’s me.”

“Nah I’d say it’s him, probably.” Shane says as he shoves the crisp packets into the cupboard beside the oven. “Just leave it, don’t talk to him anymore.”

I lope over to the couch and flop down onto it heavily. “It must be very easy to be you, Shane.” I say. “Able to just say whatever you’re thinking to anybody who annoys you.”

“As can you.”

“I couldn’t.” I insist, because whenever I do something that causes somebody to dislike me I feel the desire to move towns to get away from seeing them. Or I wish I was never born. Whichever. “I don’t want any conflict.” 

“You know that sometimes conflict isn’t a bad thing, don’t you?”

“Shh.” I say, grabbing the remote and turning up the volume of whatever movie we had playing in the background. “I’m watching TV.”

 The next day, Friday, I finally venture out of the apartment in pursuit of a coffee, also to stretch my legs and get some exercise after being entirely sedentary for the bones of four straight days, but mostly for a coffee as I’ve got wind of a rumour that a café on Dame Street is still open. 

The outside world is crisp, clear and shockingly bright, a thick white shawl over the city, shaken out of the arms of the trees and grown on the roofs of buildings like moss. It crunches underfoot as I make my way past the park where a group of children are taking turns on a plastic sled, and further up the street where the paths have been salted and the snow has turned into slush there are more of them building a lumpen snowman that is more brown than white, snow mixed with the dirt from the ground.

One boy yanks another out of my way as I pass them. “Get out of the way of the lady.” He scolds, and it makes my eyebrows shoot up my forehead. Since when do people see me as a lady? It’s freaky to think about a society that is increasingly thinking about me in terms of being a woman when in fact I feel as much like a girl as I ever have. I shuffle on towards the promise of hot coffee. 

It turns out that the rumours were true, and a small café and bookshop is miraculously open despite the weather. The snow outside has been cleared from the path and the icy ground salted so the whole thing is this inviting haven, the smell of coffee beans wafting out into the frosty air as I approach it. 

I order a flat white, which is this new, fancy Australian coffee that all the hipsters are into, and I settle into a soft armchair at the window, cradling the little cup in my cold hands and looking out over the flurries of soft snow that have begun to fall outside.

I look at my phone then, lingering on the messages from Dean again and I realise that this whole situation makes me feel a bit sick. I’m confused. It’s clear that he made a fool of himself at my party, it’s clear that my friends vehemently disapprove of him and it’s also clear that I deserve better than him and yet it’s hard for me to shake the feelings I have for him. It’s not like I’m in love with him or anything, not by a long shot, but I haven’t felt much of anything for anybody in what feels like the longest time. It’s hard to let it go. My thumb lingers over the keyboard, almost ready to tell him that I’m free and willing to see him again, but then I stop myself and take a book from the shelf behind me so I can keep my hands distracted. 

The caffeine leaves me feeling a bit jittery and anxious when I leave the café and head back outside, so I decide to take a brisk walk down the street and into the Christchurch Cathedral grounds, where the same flower beds that bloomed with tulips last week are covered in a thick sheet of snow. The roof of the cathedral is dusted in white and gives the entire building the quaint, nostalgic appearance of a gingerbread house, an ostentatiously festive scene considering it’s early spring now. I do a lap of the grounds, my feet sinking into the virgin snow with a satisfying crunch. 

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Catnap II

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A/N: More barista!Mikey and his kittens, because we can all use some fluff (and a nice makeout sesh) from time to time

Pairing: barista!Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Summary: You wake up from your nap with Mikey in an interesting way...

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Fluff. More cats. More swearing. A li'l kissin'.

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You wake up when something fluffy brushes past your nose. When you open your eyes, you see tufts of white fur. Your head, however, is still on Mike’s shoulder, and he’s holding you pretty close. So how did this cat – it’s Nova – manage to worm its way in between your bodies?

“Mike?” you say softly after moving your head away. He hums, but doesn’t open his eyes. “Is she okay? Are we crushing her?” Apparently, your question is enough for him to very slowly open one eye.

“Oh, she’s fine. She did this.” Mike doesn’t let you go, so he must mean what he says. “I’ll let you in on a little secret... Cats are actually liquid. And what they lack in brains and bones, they make up for in cuteness and chaos.” As if to prove a point, Nova turns around between you and rubs her face against Mike’s cheek, while trying her hardest to push you away from him.

“Hey baby,” he says as he softly kisses her little head before turning to you, looking embarrassed. Then, in a split second, the look disappears from his face, and is replaced by a very serious expression. He also lets go of you, much to your displeasure. “I’m just going to be upfront about this. I’ve had girls think I’m totally weird with my cats, because I love these idiots to bits. Girls, mind you, who were at the time also studying to be vets...”

“You’re a vet?” you interrupt. Of course you had a feeling that the coffee shop was a side job, but you never thought to ask whether he was in college or not...

“Few credits shy,” he answered, slightly taken aback by the sudden intrusion on his story. “That’s why I moved back home. I’m not enrolled for the first semester, so I had to give up my dorm. It’s okay, though, I get to intern with my mom... She runs a vet clinic from here. And picking up a few extra shifts hasn’t been the worst – Sy! Can you at least not be on my head?”

You look up, only to find that the orange giant apparently thought it was a good idea to park his fat butt on the side of Mike’s face. He really is ��chunky as fuck’, and it doesn’t look comfortable at all. Not that it matters to him, because he stays right where he is. Soon, the four others join you on the bed, apparently for the sole purpose of screaming at Mike.

“What time is it?” Mike says as he reaches for his phone on the windowsill next to his bed. “Oh, my bad, you guys want food...” As soon as the word ‘food’ is out of his mouth, all cats dash for the door – except Nova, who still seems perfectly comfortable squished between you and Mikey. So much so, even, that she meows loudly in protest when he gets up.

“Can you pick her up and take her with you?” Mike asks, and you happily oblige. ‘Please cuddle the snuggly floof’ isn’t exactly a chore, or anything. Nova doesn’t object to being picked up and carried, either. She just contently purrs in your arms as you follow Mike through the house, to the kitchen.

“Oh my god, she is so cute!” you squeal when you sit down and she still won’t move, even though Mike is being harassed by the others as he tries to get them their food.

“She really is,” he says. “Ragdolls have exactly zero braincells. I’m fairly sure that one would die if she didn’t get enough attention.” He looks over his shoulder, and you catch a glimpse of a sweet smile as he briefly looks at you and the cat. It’s a good thing he turns back when he does, though.

“For fuck’s sake, guys! This isn’t going to go any faster if you…” Mike sighs loudly. “Sure, there’s at least thirty beds for you monsters scattered around the house, but by all means, Nyx: sit in your bowl.”

He shakes his head as he walks away to grab something, and the cats just keep following him wherever he goes. “I could do this in two minutes, if only this kitchen had fucking doors,” he mumbles.

“So, where were we?” Mike says as you step back into his room. He pulls you along as he walks to his bed, then turns around and drops down, dragging you with him. You end up on top of him. This time, his kiss isn’t soft. It’s eager, and sloppy, with that little edge of enthusiasm just north of too much. It’s dorky, and it’s exactly what makes him so cute. Even when he slips his hands underneath your t-shirt – something you tend to not let guys do on the first date – he does it with so much carefree eagerness that it’s somehow super sweet.

He has some serious trouble keeping his hands to himself, though, and you have to remind him several times that no, he’s absolutely getting nowhere near your boobs tonight.

“But they’re so pretty,” Mike pouts.

“Suck that bottom lip back in, boy,” you tease him, as he lets out a sad groan while trying to pull your face back to his. He doesn’t listen, so you bend down quickly and bite him in that stuck-out lower lip while you have the chance. It immediately becomes clear to you that that was the best mistake you’re going to make today, because he rolls you both over so that he’s on top now.

“Sweetcheeks, if you’re gonna bite, I’m gonna lose my patience,” he warns you with a goofy smile that melts your insides.

“This is you being patient?” There’s something about him that makes you want to tease him beyond where you’d normally go this quickly. He’s so handsome, and so… harmless. On a whim, you wrap your legs around him and pull him tighter against you. It’s absolutely undeniably obvious he has a boner.

“That’s a fair point, I guess… Larry, fuck off! I’m trying to score here!” As soon as the words leave his mouth, his eyes widen in absolute terror. “Probably shouldn’t have phrased it that way...”

“Probably not,” you laugh. Mike rolls off you, spooking Larry – who had decided this was a good time to take a nap between Mike’s shoulder blades. He lies down next to you, propping himself up on his elbow.

“I wasn’t getting anywhere to begin with, was I?” he asks. Nothing about his tone or face gives you even the slightest idea that he minds if your answer is ‘no’. Not that you would have given him false hope, no matter how cute this guy is…

“I don’t hook up on the first date,” you reply, pretending to feel really bad for him.

“Second date?” he tries, the smile on his lips widening. “Why don’t you find out?”

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Hellooo may I have a jealous Gotham jervis tetch 🥰

A/N: yesss you may! So I know Jervis doesn't really do the whole hypnotist performer shtick anymore (he's upgraded to hypnotist homicidal terroristic felon, good for him) but I couldn't get this scenario out of my head (that may or may not have happened during a talent show at my college rip).

Trigger Warnings:  violent thoughts, mentions of self-harm (through hypnotism), violence, death mention, and toxic behavior

Word Count: 1.5 k (idk it sorta took off on its own...my bad)

Gotham Mad Hatter x Reader -  A Willing Participant

You were backstage with Jervis helping him prepare for another performance. You adjusted his tie and straightened out his top hat you adored. You teasingly lowered it down to cover his eyes, causing you two to giggle. 

Jervis cupped his hand along the side of your face, his gloved thumb rubbing your cheek. You brought your hands up and held along his lifted arm.

"You should get going. Wouldn't want anyone to take your seat, without you knowing." 

You gave him a tight smile. "Maybe, but there's still fifteen minutes until the acts start…" 

He chuckled. "It'll be over soon, I'll be back by your side before you know it." Jervis leaned in and gave you a sweet kiss to your cheek that wasn't occupied by his hand. 

You pouted at him when he pulled back. "That's not where they go…" You mumbled. 

"Oh? Is it here?" He kissed your head. 

You shook your head. 

Jervis tapped his chin in faux contemplation. "Oh. I know!" Yet he kissed your nose.

"Jervis!" You jokingly scolded, before he finally gave you a proper kiss on the lips.

You could feel his warm breath as he chuckled at your sweet face glowing red along your cheeks. 

"You really must go now, darling." 

"Okay, okay, I'll see you soon." You smiled as you turned your heels and made your way back into the sea of tables and people. 

You were able to find a decent spot in the middle and close to the front. You sat at a white clothed table with a simple classic plastic white rose in a glass vase. 

The lights finally dimmed and everyone's attention was drawn to the center stage. You enjoyed the various acts, but were on the edge of your seat to see Jervis. He never fails to amaze you time and time again no matter how many times you have seen him. 

There was just one more act ahead of him. Apparently they were a singer slowly climbing the ranks. 

As the singer made their way to center stage, they addressed the crowd politely. Their eyes combed through the audience but somehow managed to land and stay on you. 

You could feel the heat rise up in your face at the unwarranted attention. You offered a soft wave hoping that would turn their eyes away…it did only for a moment.

Fairly soon they were crooning away, a rather sappy love song…and you can’t help but notice they were still making steady eye contact with you. Especially, very deliberate lyrics of dancing, kissing, and falling in love. To say they were laying it on thick was an understatement. 

A certain hypnotist took quick notice of this vocalist trying to win your affections. 

It's any wonder steam wasn't pouring from under his hat or burning the top of it clean through. He was agitated and frustrated with the singer's antics. 

How could they not see you're not reciprocating from the crowd, but poor you, you were always so sweet and polite to others regardless of your discomfort. 

Fortunately for you, Jervis wasn't so keen to be the same when it comes to you. 

As the singer finished their performance, they winked and blew a kiss towards you before trotting off stage. 

Gloved fists clenched tighter as Jervis tried to restrain from downright bludgeoning this person within an inch of their life. 

He did, however, manage to follow close behind them. All he had to do was open the gates to their mind with a little small talk. 

"My, that was quite the performance, singing your heart out to anyone in particular?" He asked slyly. 

The singer chuckled. "I guess, you can say that…what's your act?" 

"Oh, nothing quite as passionate but more so…entrancing as yours…" 

The singer's ears rang with the sound of a ticking pocket watch as their vision was clouded with the even swinging watch. 

Swinging left…right…left…right…

Tick…tock…tick…tock…

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You were a heated blushing mess. Not sure what to make of whatever just transpired. You were fumbling with the cloth napkin in your lap. Shaking your head, you try to forget them as Jervis was finally due to come on. 

Oh God, did he see? 

"Good evening, everyone!" 

A smile grew on your face, there he was, finally after what seemed like forever! You could put that off-putting, forthcoming, flirtatious singer behind you-

"Hey there~" 

What. The. Hell?

"Um..hi..uh this seat is taken.." You got annoyed now, your politeness tank was about to go empty. 

"I just wanted to-" 

"Look, I-I don't reciprocate whatever feelings you're expressing–I am taken and by the person performing now so if you could just leave–" 

A spotlight landed on the singer and you almost fell out of your seat in surprise. You immediately kept quiet, unsure of what Jervis was up to. 

"Ah! A willing participant I presume?" 

"Oh, uh, yeah…sure.." the singer got up and headed toward the stage. 

Your heart was hammering, Jervis was capable of anything and that endless notion of anything had you hanging on by a thread. 

Sitting on the edge of your seat, you watched as Jervis made the singer do the traditional hypnotist routine. Make someone think they're an animal, have someone do something they wouldn't normally do like a cartwheel or handstand. 

To be honest, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the singer being made an even bigger fool out of themselves than they were with you.

"Now, while under my complete hypnosis you'll find…not only can I control their mind… but also learn what's on their mind…"

"Tell me fellow artist, what about tonight has caught your…special interest?" 

"Them right there…when I first walked out on stage…I knew I wanted to talk to them…get to know them…" The singer pointed straight at you and spoke with such moving sincerity. They even dropped to their knees as if begging for the possibility to still become reality. 

You couldn't respond because of the death grip you had on the napkin and you constantly swallowing the stubborn frog in your throat. 

You looked around you as the audience gasped and murmured curiously. 

"I wanted to take them with me, back to my–" 

Before they finished that statement Jervis snapped his fingers and the singer fell on their face.

"Oops.." Jervis playfully cringed. 

The singer groaned as they regained consciousness. Wobbling their weight as they got their footing back. 

"W-whoa…did I-I perform again?"

The audience gasped in unison as they realized the singer was acting on their own accord. The room erupting in applause for Jervis. Whilst the singer took in the applause for their own as if they actually did perform an encore. Jervis swiftly snapped the lid to his pocket watch next to the singer's ear and they went rigid like a mannequin. 

Jervis whispered in a hush tone behind a beaming smile. "Once the curtains fall, so do you. Go away and erase yourself from view. Rather by train or roof it doesn't matter…as long as your heart seizes to pitter patter." 

As the applause continued to fill the showroom. Jervis bowed and the singer stayed motionless until the curtains fell. Then the singer was off through the backstage and out the door. 

You jumped up and headed backstage to Jervis, only to see him heading your way as the crowd dispersed.

"Jervis, darling, I-I I'm sorry I- I don't know what they wanted, or who they are…or what-what’s going on but, but…"

Jervis cupped your face into the palm of his hands, and stroked each of your cheeks with his thumb. Your skin began to flush warm, as the weight of confusion and embarrassment slowly began to lift. 

Jervis shushed you sweetly, “don’t worry about it, my love…it’s all sorted out. No hard feelings.” 

You quirked your eyebrow, “are you sure? Jervis…they came on kinda strong…and what you had them admit to…”

“--I do apologize for that, you didn’t need to hear that.” 

You shook your head. “Y-You didn’t know, you seemed surprised youself. It’s..it’s fine. Just uncomfortable.” You began rubbing your arms with your hands, trying to calm the rising goosebumps. 

Jervis turned to your side and offered his arm for you to link his. “I’m here now…no one will ever bother you whilst I’m by you side. No matter what.”

“I know Jervis, even if you have your own way of showing it…I do appreciate it.” You linked your arm with his and immediately leaned into his side as you two began exiting out of the club. 

As you two walked out to head back to the hotel, you both stopped at the scene just outside the doors. 

Red, blue, and white lights flashed on top of two GCPD cars. Yellow tape was being drawn by an officer and there was a lonely white sheet with a pool of blood seeping from under it. 

You gasped at the scene, Jervis quickly shielded you from it with his hat. He guided you down the sidewalk and back to your two’s temporary home. 

“Such a terrible accident! And the driver just-just left! How crazy!” 

“Yes, it’s a mad world out there indeed…” Jervis lamented, hoping you didn’t see the sly smirk on his face. 

[nyoomfruits]

▵ pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite line

ALL.

oh boy oh god oh lord

WELP in order of first to latest i guess!!

you can hear it in the silence

have NO memory of writing this but i guess anything daniel says in this fic is pretty good and uh i like this bit?

“Max would look good with a mustache,” Daniel musses. “Like one that curls at the ends. And a little bowler hat. Dashing, really.”

“You suck,” Max tells him wholeheartedly. Charles laughs, and Max glances at him. When they make eye contact Charles smiles softly, privately, like him and Max are in on the same joke.

silly me (to fall in love with you)

i rlly like this piece of dialogue:

“Your ratings are dropping. People don’t really seem to like you,” Poppy says. She’s from PR, and she has multiple folders spread out in front of her, all of them together apparently painting a perfect picture of who Max is. Or, who people think he is.

Max rolls his eyes. “Because I fuck men?” He’s seen the comments on his Instagram, has seen the tweets, the articles. It’s died down, over the last few months, and there’s also a lot of people who support him. But still, it’s there. It’s probably always going to be there.

“No, it’s because you say shit like that,” Christian says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look, we’re not asking for some magical fairy princess make over here. Just maybe start being a little nicer in press conferences. Stop being so goddamn blunt all the time.”

Max frowns. “I think I might actually prefer the magical fairy princess make over.” (the rest is below a read more because this got seriously out of hand lmao)

you'll be alright

this is one of my personal fave scenes from you'll be alright and idk this just??? feels so soft i rlly like it

Max is leaning in the doorway, looking like an absolutely vision with messy, wet hair, wearing Charles’s clothes, which look unfairly good on him. The shirt is a little tight in the arms and chest, but it’s accentuating his build in absolutely the best way possible. Max is smiling almost fondly at the scene before him, and when Charles catches his gaze, there’s an almost intense look in his eyes.

Charles wants to kiss him. He wants to bury his face in the exposed line of Max’s throat and fall asleep there. He wants Max to wrap him up in those big, strong arms, rub his back, and tell him it’s all going to be okay.

He wants, he wants, he wants.

heart on your sleeve

Charles pulls his hands away from his face. “Well, that’s kind of the problem,” he says, pointedly avoiding Pierre’s gaze. “See, I was kind of holding my helmet when it happened.”

“Oh no,” Pierre says.

“And Max was there.”

“Oh no.”

idk i just love this bit for some reason

glitch

weirdly the easiest one because its the best sentence i've ever written but its

Daniel opens his mouth, presumably to say thank you, but then he looks at the coffee cup and frowns. “Uh,” he says, pointing at the cup and looking up at Max. “Where’s the rest of it?”

Max pulls a face. “Soaking into the shirt of two time Formula One World Driver Champion Charles Leclerc.”

[callsign-magnolia]

Lost In Translation // Old Feelings

Warning: Angst, cursing, & smut

Collaboration w/: @alltimereverie

Bradley Bradshaw as Noah

Bob Floyd as Harrison

Don't Crush Me | Masterlist

Noah came back about a month after Harrison left, and he went straight to Katy’s. She was apparently still ignoring him and he wanted to talk it out, but she slammed the door in his face and instead of going to his house, he showed up on my doorstep with a distressed look on his face. “That bad?” He nodded as he stood in my doorway. “The door hit my nose when she slammed it.” He said as he rubbed his red nose. “Didn’t break it thankfully.” I sighed, moving out of the way, allowing him to step inside. “So why are you here at my house and not yours?” He sighed, shoulders slouching as he leaned his head back. “I was gonna see if I could shower and maybe we could order some chinese?” He turned to me, glassy eyed, his cheeks garnering a rosy hue. The same shade as when he cries. 

I hated that he was upset, but a part of me was so happy he ran to me when she pushed him away. “Sure. I’ll call it in while you shower.” He smiled, wrapping me in a hug. “Have I told you how amazing of a friend you are?” I was caught off guard when I felt my heart crack slightly. “Not recently.” He laughed, kissing my head before rushing upstairs. I smiled as I grabbed my phone, knowing his order by heart I made sure to get us extra egg rolls because we both loved them. Twenty minutes later I heard his heavy footsteps, making his way downstairs. I looked up, my stare locking on his chiseled chest and bulging biceps. He was working out more, he had to be to look like that. His muscles were more pronounced, his veins were even more prominent. My heart sped up just seeing him, making me feel just like I used to before he started dating Katy. And that scared me. He smirked at me when he caught me staring, causing a blush to flood my own cheeks this time. “Like what you see?” He teased. “Just noticed you’d been working out more.” He nodded. “This Katy stuff stressed me out, so I hit the gym more often.” I nodded. 

Soon the food arrived and we sat on the couch, turning on some Adam Sandler movie we’ve seen a million times, and we dug in. “Oh, so they moved up the F-19 project.” He raised his brows, stopping mid bite to look at me. I just grinned at him, sitting a little straighter. “No.” He said as he sat his food down. “No way!” I nodded as he yanked me into a tight hug. “And I’m not just on the team. I’m leading it!” This time he stood, pulling me with him. “I am so proud of you, Liz!” I chuckled as he slung me around before setting me on the floor. “God, I knew you’d make it!” I smiled at him. “It’s gonna be a few years but I’m so ready for this. I want to work on this and make this state of the art aircraft.” He chuckled, hugging me again. “And I can’t wait to fly it.”

 We grew close again after that. We went to Eagles games, Friday nights were spent at the bar, he brought me coffee at work, and we spent our lunch breaks together. For six months we were best friends again, and he tried to work on his relationship with Katy. She stayed mad for a while, but she eventually took him back. He tried to spend his time with us equally but eventually he started spending a little more with Katy. I couldn’t be mad, she was his girlfriend, but just like the first time. It hurt just like it used to.

It was Friday night and I was sitting on my couch, boxed wine on the coffee table and full glass in hand when he called. I looked down seeing Noah’s picture light up my phone. It was a picture I took at the bar one night, he had a beer in hand as he turned back to say something to me and I caught him off guard.

"You know it's like twelve-thirty, right?" I could hear rustling in the background, indicating he was up to something. "Yeah, and?" I furrowed my brows, pulling my phone away from my ear before looking at it before moving it back to its place between my ear and shoulder. "What's got you in a bad mood?" It was silent for a moment before he finally spoke up.

"Katy and I got into it." I wanted to laugh, I knew she'd screw up eventually. "What happened?" I didn't wanna hear about it but I knew he needed to bend someone's ear. "She wanted to go out, I didn't. She was mad, saying I never leave the house. So she left, said she'd be back for her stuff tomorrow." I rolled my eyes. "You got back from 2 days of night flights." He made a noise of agreement before going silent. "Want me to come over? I have a full box of wine." He chuckled.

"That’d be great." He said. “Good, I’ll be there in ten.” I said before we exchanged goodbyes and hung up. I knew she wasn't right for him, and once again here I am to pick up the pieces. I quickly put on some shoes, walking out the door in my pajama pants and t-shirt. I loaded into my car before leaving for his place, the drive peaceful as I felt like everything was falling back into place between us. As I arrived, I walked right in as per usual, seeing him sitting on the couch. Looking over he gave me a soft smile before holding up our Eagles blanket. "Found it in the back of the hall closet.." I smiled as I wandered into the kitchen as he watched me walk by. I grabbed two glasses for us and quickly made my way to the living room, setting the wine and glasses on the coffee table before pouring us a glass each. I grinned as I sat next to him on the couch, tossing my legs over his. 

He definitely looked upset, and I hated it for him. “You okay?” I asked and he gave me the smallest of smiles. “I don’t know.” I pursed my lips as he leaned his head onto my shoulder, my arm wrapping around his head and brushing the slightly curly hair off his forehead. “I’m sorry, Noah.” He shook his head. “Don’t be.” I sighed as he just rested his head on my shoulder. What do you say to your best friend who just got his heart broken? Everything will be okay? While I think it will be, he may feel differently. “Wanna watch War Dogs? I know it’s one of your favorites.” It took him a minute but he nodded and grabbed the remote. 

We finished the box of wine, and had half a bottle that he had in his fridge. “We haven’t been this drunk in awhile.” He said, making me laugh and fall back, my legs still thrown over his lap. “No, we really haven’t.” I opened my eyes, glancing over to him. He was grinning down at me, his hand slowly rubbing my calf. “What?” I asked and he shook his head. “Nothing. Nothing at all.” I giggled and sat up just enough to sip on my glass. The movie ended an hour ago and we just had reruns of some sitcom playing in the background on the tv. I had my eyes glued to the tv when I felt his hand skim over my knee. I took a deep breath, trying to keep myself from getting worked up. His hand just went a little higher than usual and it was just my knee, no reason to get turned on.

It’s like he knew the effect he had on me. His right hand slid higher up my leg, gently squeezing my thigh and making a heat fill my chest that I hadn’t ever felt before. This is something I’ve thought about before, but I never thought it would actually happen. We were both intoxicated, but not so much that we wouldn’t remember anything. His hand slid to the inside of my thigh and the heat crept up my neck, was I really going to let this happen? As much as I want this, it would probably backfire on us. His right hand slid to my hip, his thumb drifting just below the waistband of my leggings as his other crept up my other leg. I looked at him, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips as he stared at me. He shifted, pushing my legs apart and leaning, slotting himself between them. At this point my chest was heaving with anticipation, and my mind was trying to sort out what I should do. He hovered over me, his eyes shifting to my lips and back to my eyes. 

I really shouldn’t let this happen. But what was a girl to do when the man you’ve literally been dreaming about was leaned over you looking like all he wanted was to fuck you senseless? I wanted to ask him what he was doing but my mouth went dry and I couldn’t even open it. He gently grabbed my hands, pulling them till I slid them over his shoulders. I couldn’t help the grin that grew on my face, all my questioning fading away as he leaned down, kissing me with fervor. He sighed into it as his hand wrapped around my thigh, pulling it up to wrap around his waist. One of my hands worked it’s way into his hair, gently tugging on it, pulling a moan from his throat. 

He pulled away, trailing kisses from my lips, across my cheek and down to that spot just under my ear. I let out a soft moan and my back arched every so slightly as his tongue flicked at the hinge of my jaw. “Noah?” He hummed, kissing down to my neck. “What are you doing?” I barely got the words out, my mind going hazy as he continued kissing my neck. “Just trying something, baby.” A shiver ran up my spine at his words. His hands carefully pushed my shirt up, stopping just under my breasts. He sat back on his knees, pulling me up and grabbing the bottom of my shirt, gently pulling it over my head. A blush crept up my cheeks as he eyed me, his eyes locking onto my breasts and out of habit I wrapped my arms around myself. “No, baby. Don’t hide.” He pulled my arms away before reaching for my leggings, yanking them down my legs. 

He tossed them somewhere in his living room and immediately leaned back down, kissing me roughly this time. His hips grinding into mine, his jeans hitting me just right and a moan flew from my lips. “God, I should’ve done this years ago.” He muttered against my neck before sitting up and yanking off his shirt. My body jolted in excitement when I heard his belt unbuckle and hit the floor. I grinned, sitting up and helping him unbutton his jeans and pull them off his legs before he was on me again. I bit my lip as he kissed his way down my chest, slipping my hand down his torso and slipping my hand just under the waistband of his boxers. I wrapped my fingers around him, making him jump slightly and chuckled as he pulled my nipple into his mouth. My free hand ran up into his hair, tugging lightly on it, making him groan and bite down on me. A whimper escaped my lips and I squeezed his cock in return, making his breath hitch.

He wasn’t that big, more average which was totally okay. But my mind drifted to Harrison, how he was bigger. I was pulled out of my thoughts when his hand slipped into my underwear. “Whose got you this wet, baby?” I went to answer but forgot the words as he grabbed my panties, pulling them down my legs. A shiver ran through my body as he slid his hands up my thighs. “God, you’re so sexy like this.” He kissed me as his hand slid up to my core, slipping a finger inside. My mind was spinning as his lips found purchase on my jaw, and his hand found a steady pace. “Noah.” I moaned out. I felt him smirk against my skin. He sped up his thrusting, curling his finger inside me.

Suddenly he pulled away, getting off the couch and standing. He grabbed my hands, pulling me up with him before he bent down, grabbing my thighs and tossing me over his shoulder. “Noah! What are you doing?” He chuckled as he made his way down the hall. “I’m about to show you a good time, baby.” I bit my lip as he kicked the door closed behind him. He tossed me down towards the top of the bed, which the action alone made me even more excited for what was to come. I watched as he kicked off his boxers, his cock hard and leaking precum. “Come here.” He said, gripping my ankle and pulling me till I was centered in the bed. He slowly crawled up my body, kissing me softly. “You okay with this?” He asked as he moved some hair from my shoulder. I nodded and smiled at him. “Absolutely.” He smirked, leaning down to kiss me again. He gently grabbed my leg, lifting it and wrapping it around his hip. 

He reached down, lining himself up before gently pushing in. I moaned as he slowly slipped in, “Sh, I got you baby.” He whispered as he buried himself inside me completely. I gripped his biceps as his lips moved to my neck, his hips slowly slipping out before he rammed back into me. His hips found a bruising pace, his pelvis ramming into mine. A few moans slipped out in between thrusts, before he kissed me, swallowing the few moans that escaped. “Fuck.” He whispered before sitting up, his hands finding my hips as he thrust faster. “Noah.” I whimpered. I was sure I was going to have bruises the next day from his hips ramming into mine, and the grip he had on my waist. Suddenly he grabbed my waist and flipped me over. 

He grabbed my hips, lifting them as I propped myself onto my hands. He slid himself back in again, going slower this time. It felt good, the change in position feeling good. “Noah.” I whined as he leaned over me, placing kisses between my shoulder blades. “What is it, baby? Hm?” I shivered as his kisses moved to my lower back. “Need more.” I moaned out, attempting to push back on him and he chuckled. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He said, speeding up his thrusts, and immediately the pleasure disappeared. I decided to take my pleasure into my own hands, reaching down between my legs and gently rubbed my clit. I moaned at the sensation.

What I didn't expect was his fingers to wrap themselves in my hair and pull me back into his chest. He swatted my hand away and I grinned, excited that he was taking over. The pad of his middle finger ran over my clit, making me moan as he continued thrusting into me. "Fuck, Noah." I breathed out. My breathing picked up as my orgasm came closer, ready to wash over me. But it dissipated as he started rubbing my clit viciously, like it was a joystick on a gaming controller. I closed my eyes in frustration as he pushed me back down into the sheets, his hand staying in my hair. 

He moaned out as his hips stuttered. After a moment he quickly pulled out, a groan escaping him as his release covered my ass and lower back. I was trying to catch my breath, a little relieved that he was done. I laid down flat on the bed as he gently grabbed the back of my thigh, "Stay still, I'll get a rag to clean up." Well at least he was kind enough to clean me up. I was a little disappointed. It wasn't awful, but I was very unimpressed. My mind drifted off to when Harrison and I finished the first time. Both of our chests were heaving as we tried to catch our breaths, and my thighs were shaking after my second orgasm. My thoughts were broken as Noah came back in, the warm rag feeling good on my skin.

When he finished he went back into the bathroom, before coming back and lying next to me. "Come here." He whispered, pulling me into his side. His hand drifted along my side as he pressed his lips to my forehead. "You okay?" He asked, looking down at me. "Yeah, I'm good." We laid like that for a few more minutes. I was fighting sleep, not wanting to fall asleep yet. I wanted to relish in this for a while, before I'm forced to ask him what this is. A one off, or something he wants permanently. "Liz?" My eyes flew open, I didn't realize I had drifted off until my name rolling off his tongue caught my attention. "Hm? Sorry, you want me to leave?" He furrowed his brows, looking at me in confusion. "No, I asked if you wanted under the covers.”

"Oh." Now it seems like I'm used to guys asking me to leave. Which I am, but he didn't have to know that. "Yeah." I moved and he pulled them down before we slipped back under them. I was facing away from him, as his arm wrapped around my middle, pulling me back into his chest. This is what I've wanted for so long, so why does it feel like I shouldn't be doing it? "Night, Liz." He whispered and my lips curled ever so slightly into a smile. "Night, Noah." I whispered before closing my eyes. His body was warm as I leaned into him more, it was warm just like Harrison's was. I think my question can wait till the morning. No point in ruining it now, and we'll be sober in the morning. His thumb slowly rubbed across my stomach, slowing every few minutes telling me he was drifting off to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Taglist: @dhwanishah09 @wkndwlff

[tcwmatchmakingau]

𝗠𝘆 𝗕𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗥𝗼𝘀𝗲 ⠀

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝘂𝗽 𝘅 𝗙!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ⠀

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𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 : 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗡𝗢 𝗨𝟭𝟴🔞⠀

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𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 : 780

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𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗵, 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗢𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗙 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝟴𝘅

This was your 5th date with Tup, every single time he had been sweet, attentive , caring and kind. Nothing but a true gentleman. Not once had Tup thought about pushing things too far or wanting to break rules, but oh the maker you wanted this man. In every sense of the word. That speed dating night at 79's was clearly one of the better ideas your best friend had. It was apparent you two had a strong, yet instant connection. ⠀

A quick message came through on your Commlink 𝗟𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 grinning from ear to ear you finish preparing the dinner the excitement to see your sweet Tup was overwhelming. Opting for a babyblue short satin dress your thick long hair falling ever so gracefully on your shoulders you chuckled lightly knowing tonight is the night you will both succumb to each other. ⠀

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A short while later you hear the swooshing of your apartment doors open and there he stands your handsome clone trooper holding a single white rose. "Hello Ner cyar’ika" he said before pulling his helmet off with one hand in a swift movement. The way those dark curls fell from his messy bun and a risqué twinkle in this gorgeous honey eyes set a light a fire in the pit of your stomach, your moist core twitching. You almost knock him off his feet as you run to hold him, your grip around him tightening "missed me that much eh?" A low chuckle erupts from him, your voice barely above a whisper as you snuggle into his armour plated chest "mm you have no idea Tup". ⠀

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Your home cooked meal went down a treat , noticing how he had cleared his plate you ask what he wants for dessert... "you" His words barely coherent under his deep rumble. Slightly taken a back his boldness not even a moment to reply you feel him effortlessly picking you up in his strong arms carrying you straight to your bedroom, hips lips and body crash against yours. His full armour completely gone leaving him in just the bottom half of his blacks as you watch him strip, you know that you will never tire of this sight. His breathe is hot his kisses heavy, sending prickling goosebumps shooting across your skin. "Ohhh Tup mmm" you whimper biting your bottom lip as his nibbles onto your neck pulling your dress off you revealing your delightful petite body in all its glory not to mention those delicate lace panties barley covering your glistening sex.

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"do you want me to stop mesh'la?" his voice genuinely concerned those hypnotising eyes capturing you more and more "no dont stop" you say as you cup his face bringing him in for a kiss, smiling at your touch while his free hand moves down to play with your clit. ⠀

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Slowly, achingly he works his way down your body, kissing, licking, biting until he reaches your pussy, taking in a deep breath like its the most delicious thing he is about to taste in his life , the way he eats you like a man starved, lapping , sucking licking every inch of you. Arching your back up from the incredible feeling building up between your thighs "FUCK" you feel him smile against your skin "my beautiful rose likes that doesn't she?" he rasps before continuing, his assault on your dripping pussy faster more quicker, sliding two fingers. Your pulse is racing your breath hitching reaching your as your climax washes over you. ⠀

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Grabbing onto Tups loose bun you yank at his hair pushing his face deep into your soaking pussy grinding against his face, his deep growls and praises "mmm fuck thats it mesh'la use me , mmm thats it my beautiful Rose, just like that" the way his nose rubs against your sensitive clit sends you over the edge as a second orgasm crashes over you sending your body into uncontrolled spasms. Sweet filthy curses fill the the room , you continue to pull hard at his soft locks, nails dug deep into his skull. He cums and cums hard warm thick white ropes shoot out covering his abdomen and your bed sheets.⠀

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Finally he removes his grip on your bruised thighs looking up at you his alluring face covered in your juices, leaning into give you a sweet kiss. You can taste your tangy cum over his lips. "Get ontop of me and ride me into the night 𝗠𝘆 𝗕𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗥𝗼𝘀𝗲..." ⠀

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titled My Beautiful Rose

5 dates then lead to a beautiful night of love making with sweet Tup

[ayatoscupid]

hoppin’ heart!

valerian (oc) x kaveh | 1.5k words | modern au, established, fluff, warnings: jealousy (of… a rabbit)

note: valerian isn’t a self insert, but a developed oc! حياتي (hayati) means ‘my life’ and Солнышко (solnyshko) means ‘little sun’. i thought they were really cute terms of endearment lol.

a/n: another one! :D and yes, kevin is a kevin kaslana expy joke lol. vani is a friend’s oc and rayyan is another one of mine. :)

Kaveh knocks twice, pause, three times, pause, then drums his knuckles along the door. “It’s me!”

He doesn’t wait for Valerian to answer, too excited to show him his new passion project—he’s learned how to make all sorts of origami flowers over the weekend as a (desperate) distraction from his looming assignment, and he’s already made a full bouquet by the time Monday’s rolled over. Thankfully, neither he nor his boyfriend have classes today, so he’s come over to his apartment to gift him his latest creation.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t hear the “wait—!” Valerian yells out, and instead hears the rapid pattering of tiny footsteps that come after. A ball of fluff and ears comes hurtling towards him at the door, sniffing around his feet as if to say, ‘What are you doing in my house?’

Kaveh blinks and closes the door behind him, frowning at the rabbit he’s never seen before in his life. “...Who is this?”

“Oh, thank the Archons, you closed the door.” Valerian pants out, leaning against the hallway to catch his breath.

Kaveh bobs down and puts his hand out in front of the rabbit, letting it sniff him first. He pets it when it goes back to sniffing his shoes. “This guy’s new.”

“I volunteered to foster it from Tighnari.” Valerian explains, moving to sit down in front of him. He pats his lap, and the rabbit instantly hops over to it, sniffing his hand. “I just got it on Friday, but it’s already getting used to the house. It’s cute, isn’t it?”

Kaveh pouts and squints, watching as Valerian pets the rabbit’s ears and coos when it melts under his touch. As if that wasn’t enough, Valerian gently picks it up and boops their noses together.

‘Excuse me?’ Kaveh thinks indignantly. ‘He kissed the rabbit before he kissed me?!’

And then, and then—

“You’re so cute, little Kevin. Bububu.” Valerian coos, gently nuzzling the rabbit—Kevin?!—against his nose some more.

“Kevin?” Kaveh squints even more.

“Uhuh! Because it looks like you! Look, doesn’t it?” Valerian giggles and turns the rabbit around so it faces Kaveh. Its fur is a dirty blonde, not unlike Kaveh’s hair at all, and what’s more is that its long lop ears are a darker brown at the tips. The same goes for the ends of its paws. Again, not unlike Kaveh. It’s missing the striking ruby red eyes that Kaveh has, thankfully, but the colour of its fur is apparently enough to be—to be a replacement. How dare Kevin?

“Of course, I couldn’t just name it after you. So Vani suggested I name it Kevin. They said it’s a nice Mondstadtian name, and I think it’s a really handsome name for it!” Valerian continues to gush over Kevin, putting it down on his lap and rubbing its forehead with his fingers.

“Uhuh.” Kaveh deadpans, staring at Kevin. It turns to him and twitches its nose, as if to stick its tongue out at him. The audacity!

“Anyway, what did you come over for?” Valerian looks up, tilting his head.

Hah! Now’s his chance! Kaveh will show this Kevin who the prime bunny of this house really is, and who Valerian really loves most.

He clears his throat and moves to kneel on one knee, smirking at Valerian’s flabbergasted expression, and pulls out the paper bouquet behind him in a flourish. “For you, my love.”

Valerian gasps, always easily impressed. Kaveh melts at the sparkles in his eyes. Why is his boyfriend too adorable for his own good?

“Woah!” Valerian exclaims, picking Kevin up and putting it down on the floor. “Here, go to your cage, Kevin.”

Kevin looks up at Kaveh and twitches its nose once, and Kevin has to bite back a smug grin as it hops around the corner. Victory.

“Did you make this?” Valerian takes the bouquet, admiring the craftsmanship. He rubs a paper rose petal between his fingers before leaning in and taking a sniff. “Oh! It smells like that perfume I really like on you.”

“Mm, I made it over the weekend for you.” Kaveh hums proudly, but his smile is nothing but warm and fond for the man in front of him. Despite his theatrics, he can’t help but feel a little shy at how joyful and heartfelt Valerian’s reaction is. “Do you like it?”

“I love it.” Valerian gushes, leaning in to give Kaveh a kiss. One much longer than the one he gave Kevin. Another point for best boyfriend Kaveh! Valerian giggles against Kaveh’s lips when he leans closer to prolong the kiss, practically climbing on his lap. Valerian manages to pull away though, gently nudging their noses together. “As expected of my romantic boyfriend—wait.”

He fully leans back to squint at Kaveh. “Did you do this instead of your assignment?”

“I did it during my breaks!” Kaveh defends himself, huffing. “My legs were about to fall off from standing at my desk all day, I had to do something else with my time.”

“And you didn’t just sit on the couch and watch TV?”

“With my headache of a roommate? Absolutely not.” Kaveh snorts. Alhaitham’s final assignments are fast approaching their deadlines too, and yet somehow he seems infinitely less stressed. What’s up with that? His nonchalance only grinds Kaveh’s gears more, so he’s decided to have as little interaction with him as possible until break. “I promised myself to speak only three sentences to him a day until finals are over: Good morning, What’s for dinner, and Goodnight.”

Valerian shakes his head fondly. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t your hands hurt though, from using them nonstop?”

“Your reaction made it all worth it, hayati.” Kaveh hums, pressing a kiss to Valerian’s nose, who laughs and gently slaps his chest.

“Ugh, you’re so cheesy.” He groans, moving to stand up. “You can stay a while. I made lunch for Rayyan and I, but he’s on a study date so there’s food for y—ah, Kevin! No!”

Kaveh’s eye twitches.

He’s squinting again as Valerian puts the bouquet down on the coffee table, bobbing down to gently pick up the small, evil ball of fluff from under the couch. “You could get stuck there, baby.” Baby?! “I really need to cover that up so you don’t go running under it…”

Valerian’s cooing at Kevin the entire time he takes it to its cage, a rather large enclosure near the window. Kaveh pouts like a kid when Valerian presses kisses on the top of its head before putting it in its home. Even more when he takes his time watching it hop around for several seconds before finally turning back to his beloved boyfriend.

“Oh, Kaveh! I have an idea!” Valerian exclaims, seemingly oblivious to Kaveh’s dramatics as he runs up to him and holds his hands. It’s almost impossible to keep being grumpy when he looks at him like that. Almost. “Can you build an enclosure for Kevin after finals? I mean, not after after finals since I want you to rest your head, but maybe in a few months ti—…Kaveh?”

Kaveh still hasn’t stopped pouting, but now he looks more like a kicked puppy than an angry one, eyebrows creased and eyes big and shiny as he looks at his boyfriend. Valerian looks at him incredulously for a few seconds, as if to say ‘what now?‘ to his dramatics, before the gears finally turn in his head.

He laughs. Loud, tilting his head back and covering his mouth. Even snorts.

Kaveh gapes. “H-hey!”

“I can’t believe—” Valerian wheezes, giggling so much that Kaveh almost breaks and starts laughing himself. No, Kaveh, let him know how grumpy you are. “Are you jealous of Kevin?”

“W-well—” Kaveh stammers, crossing his arms. “It looks like me and everything! And it’s so cute and fluffy! And you even kissed it before you kissed me!”

Valerian bites his lip to control his laughter, clearly trying to calm down. He clears his throat and walks back up to Kaveh, taking his hands in his again. “Kaveh,” he starts, letting out a breathy giggle despite himself, “Can a rabbit take me out on dates?”

Kevin frowns and furrows his eyebrows. What kind of question… “No…?”

“Can a rabbit write poetry on how handsome and kind I am?”

“No?”

“Can a bunny make me an origami flower bouquet that smells like the perfume he wears?”

“No…”

Valerian giggles when Kaveh's pout grows smaller, all fond and soft as he moves his hands up to cup his cheeks. He leans in to nuzzle their noses together. “So there’s nothing for you to worry about, solnyshko. Only you can be my boyfriend.”

Okay, Kaveh can’t not smile at that. His grin is wide and happy as he pulls Valerian close by the waist, giving him a quick kiss. “So I’m cuter than Kevin?”

“Just a little bit cuter.” Valerian teases, squishing his cheeks. “You’d be tons cuter if you tried to get along with it. It’s sweet and gentle, I promise!”

Kaveh hums in thought, letting his cheeks get squished. “If I knew any better, I’d say you have a plan to get me to babysit it.”

“And I know you’d say yes, because you love me and you’d do anything to spend a few hours away from Alhaitham.”

Kaveh laughs, pressing his forehead against Valerian’s and easily giving in. “Ugh, you’re double right. You win.”

Valerian giggles, smiling proudly. Victory. He tugs Kaveh closer for a kiss, mumbling against his lips. “I love you too.”

[taintedcigs]

Now, he is sitting here, in the corner of the bar, with a drink that he had bought with his fake ID, soon he won’t have to use it anymore. With his head hung low, he lets his mind go to places that he had avoided all day. Dark thoughts that hold nothing but heartbreak and loneliness. He doesn’t feel miserable, just really fucking sad. He has people who care about him, friends who love him, people he now considers family. And yet, he still feels lonelier than ever.  ALLLLREADY CRYING. dude this is so SO Sad. but at the same time soooo relatable. im gonna die he needs a hug fr :(( ill give him some warm hugssss

Before his mind can react, his heart is already fluttering when he hears your voice. He raises his head, eyes finding you immediately. You’re here. You’re here with Eddie. And you look more beautiful than ever. OH MY GOD STOP ITTT. I LOVE THIS SMMM THEM RUNNING INTO EACH OTHER FUUUUCKKKK!!!

But, Eddie has Wayne, he always had Wayne. Steve doesn’t. He doesn’t have anyone who looks after him. He is all by himself.  STOP STOP STOP THIS IS SO SAD. THIS IS WHY THEY'RE SO TETHERED. THEY SHOULD JUST KIS- HUG I MEAN UHHH AND LIKE COMFORT EACH OTHER.

“Please, Eddie,” you whisper, mustering up the best puppy eyes and a pout that he can never say no to. “We can just have fun together, you’ve never met drunk Steve before, he can be funny – unless he decides to break your heart but, that won’t happen to you, don’t worry,” you giggle. LMAOOO IM CRYING SHE JUST HAS NO CHILL BUT LIKE GO GIRL. I DEAL W MY TRAUMAS BY JOKING ABT THEM TOO SHES SO REAL FOR THIS ONE IDC.

“Lay off, Robin. Maybe he just wanted to get a few drinks and not deal with your annoying ass,” he says to her with a grin.  IMMMM CRYING AT EDDIE AND READER GANGING UP AGAINST ROBIN TO PROTECT STEVE. IM LOVING THEIR DYNAMIC. SOSO MUCH. JUST SO FUN AND WARMS MY HEART.

“Not like that.”  “Like what?”  “Like you’re mocking me!” Steve exclaims. “How am I mocking you, Steve?” ONCE AGAIN. I LOVE THEIRY DYNAMIC. THEY ARE SO BOYFRIENDS. AND THEY'RE ALSO READERS BOYFRIENDS. IK WE'RE NOT GETTING STEDDIE X READER BUT LIKE ITS STILL FUN LMAOO.

Steve can’t even fight the smile off his lips, his eyes crinkle, his cheeks flush and he giggles, “we’re in the pool, having the best time of our lives, right? And, fifteen year old me apparently thought that it was a good idea to kiss my best friend, but I totally missed her lips and kissed her nose and she fucking laughed at me, but I wanted to try again. I lean in when I suddenly feel the urge to throw up.” KISSING HER NOSE IM CACKLINNNGGG. THE WAY ROBIN IS PROB LISTENING TO THEIR STORY LIKE THIS

“A girlfriend?” You ask as you raise the glass to your lips, shrugging, “I don’t know, I never thought about it but kissing girls is fun, so.. I suppose doing anything else with a girl is fun too.” UHM... HELLO? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? NANCY X READER IS SO REAL? I WON? WE'RE SO FUCKING BAD NANCYREADER NATIONNNNN. (let me live my delusion)

“What’s that?” ohhhhhh shit. steve you fucked up sooo damn bad. like not even once? NOT EVEN ONCE?? you could've at least tried and fucked up but this is AWWWFUUUL.

Oh. Steve had never – fuck. How? If you were his, he’d spend day and night on his knees, worshiping you. why are there flutters and butterflies in my stomach and vagina rn. im literally on the verge of dying.

“Fine! Two or three months ago, happy? Now, Harrington, I think I should teach you some basics.” OHHHH SHIT. EDDIE U FUCKED UPPPP?!?!?! IDC READER HAS A RIGHT TO BE MAD!!! I SUPPORT WOMENS RIGHTS BUT ALSO WOMENS WRONGS (she could do no wrong reader is my angel princess)

“You have never actually eaten pussy before, dude?” Robin mumbles. Steve rubs the back of his neck, nervously, “I mean, yeah. Just not–” he pauses with a look of shame in his eyes as he briefly glances at you. IM CRYING STEVE JUST STFUUUUUU U R DIGGING URSELF INTO A BIGGER GRAVE STAWPP IT.

Whether it’s tears of anger or tears of sadness. You are sick of it. You are sick of yourself. You are sick of crying. You are sick of the pining, of the jealousy, of the sadness. OH MY POOR ANGEL. EDDIE U BETTER FIIIIX IT RN. MAYBE GIVE HER A BIG OL' KISS? A SMOOCHIE SMOOCH?!? I NEED THEM TOGETHER SO BADLY BUT IM NOT BLAMING GIRLIE FOR THIS ONE.

You are done. You are so fucking done. oh you're always so real cheer. I CANNOT WAIIIT FOR THE TENSION BETWEEN THEM!! AS ALWAYS IM IN LOVE W THIS STORY AND IM SO EXCITED TO SEE MORE FROM EDDIE X READER THEY ARE MY BABIIIESSS.

I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 26

Warnings: 18+, angst, alcohol consumption, weed, mentions of vomiting, mentions of sex, mentions of cunnilingus, clueless reader, jealousy

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: During a spontaneous birthday 'party', you find some things out, things that maybe should've been left unsaid.

Word count: 6k+

A/N: So, this chapter took a whole turn while I was writing it. It was supposed to head into a whole different direction but my angsty heart, had to say no to the fluffy route. @hellfire--cult thank you for helping me, you're amazingggg

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Steve lied. 

He lied again. 

It’s something he hasn’t done in a while. 

He promised himself to never do it again, knowing how much damage it had caused in the past, in both relationships that he had. 

This lie is harmless, though. At least, he thinks that it is. 

He spent the day with Robin and Dustin, they had surprised him with a homemade birthday cake that Robin had made with Chrissy’s help, it would’ve been a cute one, had Dustin not ruined it with his Star Wars decorations. Lucas and Max showed up as well, ‘surprising’ him by throwing a bunch of balloons and confetti at him. 

They made him blow out the candles, before forcing him to open all the presents. Dustin’s present was not surprising, at all. A Star Wars movie collection. Lucas had given him a keychain, with a little basketball pendant. Max acted all careless as always, shrugging it off when he gave her a kind smile and a ‘thank you’, yet, she gave him one of the best presents, a collection of polaroids of him with the teens, with Robin and even you, along with new records, claiming that he needs to expand his music taste. He has yet to unwrap Robin’s presents. 

They ate cake, went to the movies and the diner. And afterwards, Steve drove everyone home. Robin didn’t believe him when he said that he made plans with his parents for the evening, that they’d come home to spend his birthday with him. She was suspicious, not buying the lies he was feeding her with, Steve could tell but she had no choice but to say goodbye when he dropped her off at home, he really didn’t want her to stay longer than she had to, he wanted to be alone, by himself. So, when she begrudgingly got out of the car and gave him a sad smile, he gave her a cheerful one back, pretending to be happy when he was feeling anything but it. 

He didn’t go home. He knew that his parents wouldn’t come and he couldn’t stand the thought of staying in that big house, all by himself, tonight. He drove past your street, as well, fighting the urge to go and see you. 

There is only one place he knew he would find peace at. The Hideout. 

Now, he is sitting here, in the corner of the bar, with a drink that he had bought with his fake ID, soon he won’t have to use it anymore. With his head hung low, he lets his mind go to places that he had avoided all day. Dark thoughts that hold nothing but heartbreak and loneliness. He doesn’t feel miserable, just really fucking sad. He has people who care about him, friends who love him, people he now considers family. And yet, he still feels lonelier than ever. 

He looks around the bar, it’s not very crowded, it never is. Maybe on weekends, but never during the week. Rock music plays in the back, he hears the chatter of a group of young men by the bar, they’re laughing, throwing back drinks – they are clearly having a great time. For a while, Steve watches them. How they laugh with each other, how they all look so carefree and happy. He doesn’t even know what it feels like to feel that way anymore, to have fun and be happy without ruining everything with his actions in the matter of just a few minutes. 

He sighs, leaning back in the chair, he looks down at his drink, that lately he started to find more and more comfort in. 

The door opens but he doesn’t bother to look up, not caring about whoever it is that walked through the door. He is so focused on the miserable feeling inside his chest, the tearing, the longing, the yearning, the hurt. 

Before his mind can react, his heart is already fluttering when he hears your voice. He raises his head, eyes finding you immediately. You’re here. You’re here with Eddie. And you look more beautiful than ever. You’re wearing a black dress and the dark denim jacket that he was cursing at, last year when he had yet to find out who it belonged to. Your hair is falling softly in waves, your lips are glowing a soft pink beneath the dim light, you’re giggling, slapping Eddie’s arm playfully when he whispers something in your ear.

His eyes soften, despite you being here with him, giggling at him, he can’t help but smile when he finally sees you again. It’s only been a few weeks since he had properly seen you, yet, it seems like forever.

When your eyes find him and your giggles die down, your smile falls and your eyes widen. He freezes. Not knowing how to react or what to do. Not only have you caught him staring, you have also caught him lying. Again. You were the first person he lied to about his birthday plans. He looks away with a blush on his cheeks, his hand grip the glass tighter, he inwardly curses himself out for coming here, tonight. 

“It’s his birthday, right?” Eddie mumbles behind you. 

“Yeah,” you whisper in confusion. “He told me that he would spend his birthday with his parents..” 

Eddie looks away from you and back at Steve. He sits there, looking crestfallen. His shoulders are slumped, his face etched with sadness, he can see it, even from a distance. The sight of him sitting there so lonely and sad is pitiful. Eddie knows what he feels like, at this moment. His dad never cared about him, not even on his birthdays, he never even bothered to give him a call from wherever he was currently living or staying at. 

But, Eddie has Wayne, he always had Wayne. Steve doesn’t. He doesn’t have anyone who looks after him. He is all by himself. 

“I guess they didn’t come,” you mumble with sadness and a hint of disappointment in your voice. “They never do.”

“Robin told me that he was acting weird when he dropped her off earlier.” 

Despite his dislike for him, he can’t help but feel bad for Steve. The people he wants the most, aren’t in his life. 

His parents are gone. 

You are gone. 

Steve had changed. As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, Eddie can see that he has changed for the better. That he isn’t the guy who hurt you, who left you standing on your birthday, who broke your heart and left you for someone else. He isn’t that guy anymore. Had he still been that guy, Eddie wouldn’t even bother to look at him twice and feel any ounce of pity for him but now, things are different. He is different. In a way, it scares Eddie, because he knows that he now has a chance for a second try, with you. 

“Do you think he’s here by himself?”

You shrug, looking away from Steve, you turn towards Eddie, “yeah.” 

You feel the little item in your pocket, the one that suddenly feels too heavy, the one you itch to reach for and give it to the one you got it for.

Eddie looks down at you, at the sadness in your eyes. For once, it doesn’t make him feel frustrated or annoyed to see you be so sad for someone who hurt you. 

“No one should be alone on their birthday,” Eddie mumbles.  

“Yeah,” you sigh, looking down at your hands. “But, I-I guess it’s what he wanted, he could’ve spent time with Robin.”

“He was with her before, wasn’t he?” 

“Yeah.”

Eddie sighs. There is hesitation in your voice and in your eyes.

“Do you want to spend time with him?” He asks, already feeling the dread tugging in his chest, knowing that the night won’t go the way he wanted it to.

For a moment, you stare into Eddie’s brown eyes, there’s a kindness in them, kindness for him. That is something so rare. 

“Uh, I’m sure he wants to be alone.”

Eddie knows you. Eddie knows what you want, right now. But, you are hesitating out of fear of upsetting him. 

“Sweetheart,” he whispers, placing his finger under your chin, tilting your head up. “I won’t get angry. If you want to spend time with him tonight, we can cancel our plans and you can go be with him.” He nudges his chin into Steve’s directions. “I don’t like him but, shit, even I can’t stand the fucking kicked puppy look that he’s sporting, right now.” 

You eye his face. Even through the sadness for Steve, the smile for you, you can see the slight fear in his eyes. The fear that any moment with you, will be his last one before you find your way back to Steve, before you say goodbye to a friendship that might’ve saved your life. But even through the fear, he still wants the best for you, he still wants what you want. 

“I think he wants to be alone,” you repeat.

Eddie looks over your shoulder to see him staring at you. 

“Nah, I don’t think so.”

You sigh, shaking your head. 

“What if we all hang out together?” 

“Sweetheart, I don’t think that Steve would be happy to spend time with me–”

“Please, Eddie,” you whisper, mustering up the best puppy eyes and a pout that he can never say no to. “We can just have fun together, you’ve never met drunk Steve before, he can be funny – unless he decides to break your heart but, that won’t happen to you, don’t worry,” you giggle. 

He raises his brows at you, surprised that you are making a joke about that. 

“You go buy us drinks and I’ll go convince him to spend time with us. We can just all get drunk together, maybe you’ll finally get along,” you shrug, giving him a sheepish smile, you place your hands on his chest, pushing him towards the bar, not taking no for an answer. 

“I don’t think it’ll take much convincing,” he snorts. As though you would ever have to convince Steve to spend time with you. Eddie is certain that all it takes is a glance from you and that man is already by your side, you got Steve wrapped around your finger, just like him, and you don’t even know it. 

You turn on your heel, not waiting for a response from Eddie. You make your way over to Steve, whose head is still hung low. Your heart thumps a little faster in your chest when you inch closer and closer to him. You push your hand into your pocket, reaching for the tiny bag that you had taken with you earlier when you considered dropping by his house. 

You stop in front of him, taking a shaky breath as you place the small bag on the table, sliding it towards him. 

“Happy birthday, Steve,” you whisper.

His wide eyes stare at the bag, the tiny jewelry pouch that clearly holds a present inside for him. His eyes soften, staring at your ringed fingers that linger next to his hand for a moment. 

He looks up, slowly. Hazel eyes flashing with softness when they meet yours. You stare at him with a shy smile, sadness lingering in your pretty eyes. His heart flutters so strongly, he longs to touch you. 

“Thank you,” he whispers, giving you a smile. “W-What’s that?” He asks, pointing to his present without tearing his eyes from you. 

“I got you a little present. I-It’s nothing special just, I just wanted to get you something. You don’t have to open it now, just uh–”

“Y/n,” he smiles, interrupting your rambling, “you didn’t even have to get me anything but I appreciate it, I will love it.” 

“You don’t even know what it is.”

“Yeah but it’s from you, so, I will love it, dolly.” 

A smile appears on your face, you nod slowly, whispering a small ‘okay’. You know that Steve always loved to keep certain presents for last, so you’re not surprised to see him tucking it into the pocket of his jeans. 

“Your parents didn’t come?” 

He looks down, holding the glass tighter, he shakes his head, unable to bear the pitiful look on your face. 

“Oh.”

“It’s okay,” he whispers before you can say ‘I'm sorry, steve.’ He doesn’t want you to pity him. 

“No, it’s not. You shouldn’t be alone.” 

“I-I wasn’t alone, I was with Robin all day and the kids–”

“But, now you are.”

He raises his head to look at you. And, before he can even say anything, his words get caught in his throat when he looks at you. Your eyes are glistening, not with tears and sadness, but with something else, something he cannot read. You look at him differently than you did weeks ago, not in a way that scares him or breaks him but, in a way, that only leaves him with one too many questions. He struggles to read you, to understand you. It’s like he can no longer see through you the way he could before. Nonetheless, he feels so calm and safe in your presence and he wants this moment to last forever. 

“Right now, I’m not, though. You’re here.”

You smile at his words. 

“Yeah, I’m here.” 

When Eddie appears by your side, Steve tries not to let his smile fall. 

Right. He is here too. 

“Happy Birthday, man.”

To Steve’s surprise, he sees Eddie not with two but three shots in his hands, he places them all on the table. Grinning at him in a way he can’t tell whether it’s a kind one or a sarcastic one. 

“Thanks,” Steve nods at him. 

Eddie pulls the chair back for you, you smile at him, taking the seat across from Steve. Eddie sits down beside you, leaving Steve with a questioning look on his face as he looks between the two of you. 

“W-What?”

“You think we’re gonna let you spend the night alone, Harrington?” 

Steve looks at Eddie in confusion, hearing these words not from yours but from his mouth leaves him more puzzled than ever. Eddie spending time with him willingly? He purses his lips, squinting his eyes as he turns to look at you. You smile at him, shrugging. You slide one of the shots towards him. 

“I mean, I thought that we could spend this night together,” you say, smiling with hope in your eyes. “Or we can leave if that’s what you–”

“No, I-I want to.”

He looks between you two, giving Eddie an awkward smile. 

“Cool! Let’s drink, then.” 

“Yeah, let’s drink,” he chuckles as he ditches his glass of whiskey for the shot of whatever Eddie had ordered. 

“When’s the last time you got drunk?” You ask them both. 

“Oh man,” Eddie mumbles, leaning back in his seat, he puts his arm on the back of your chair. “I don’t even remember, it’s been a while. What about you, sweetheart?” 

“Uh, well, I had a cocktail night with the girls, a few weeks ago,” you say, giggling. “Oh, also at a party.”

You and Eddie look at each other, he instantly knows what party you are talking about when he sees the amused look on your face. He chuckles, though he instantly gets taken back that night. When you showed up with that stolen bat plushie, when you told him how much you missed him, when you told him that you wished you met him first. 

Steve looks between you two, a sinking feeling in his stomach takes place. There are things you share with Eddie, things that he will never know about because he isn’t in his place anymore. 

“I knew it! I knew you were lying to me, Dingus!” 

Startled by the voice, all three of you snap your heads towards the angry girl walking towards the three of you with a frown on her face, pointing her finger at Steve. 

Steve’s eyes widen, “I can explain.” 

Something about the anger on Robin’s face and the panic in Steve’s features makes you giggle.

Robin slaps the back of his head, lightly. 

“Ouch! Robin!”

“You are such a–”

“Dingus, yeah yeah, I know.” 

Eddie laughs at that, smirking at Steve who throws him a glare.

“You think that’s funny, Munson?” 

Eddie leans back with a satisfied grin, “actually yeah.”

Robin plops down in the seat next to Steve, still staring at him with a frown on her face. 

“Why did you lie to me? Why are you here?” 

Steve sighs, scratching the back of his neck as he gives her a sheepish smile. 

“And what are you two doing here?” She asks, turning to look at you and Eddie. 

“Came here for a couple of drinks and then we found this sad puppy,” Eddie mumbles, pointing at Steve. 

Steve rolls his eyes, mumbling a few incoherent words under his breath. 

“We just asked him to spend the night with us.” 

Robin gives you a surprised look before her eyes move back to Eddie, who, doesn’t look as enthusiastic about this whole thing as you do. 

“How did you even know I was here?” 

Robin leans her elbow on the table, tilting her head at Steve, “well, I was craving some burgers and my favorite driver was apparently at a birthday dinner so I couldn’t ask him to drive me, so I walked, imagine my surprise when I saw a certain BMW standing in front of The Hideout.”

“Robin–”

“No! Don’t Robin me! Why’d you lie?” 

Steve didn’t want her to feel like it’something she had to do, hang out with him, spend his birthday with him because there’s no one else for him other than her. He doesn’t want her to do anything out of pity for him. 

He doesn’t feel comfortable to talk about it in front of Eddie or even you, knowing that you pity him the most. You always did and he hated it. A part of him always thought that that’s why you were with him, because you pitied him, the sad boy who was always abandoned by his own parents, because you knew he had no one else that cared about him, that loved him. So you stayed, you stayed even when you shouldn’t have.

Even now, you look at him with those big sad eyes with that look of pity in them. 

“Robin,” you warn when you notice how uncomfortable he looks, how he clenches his jaw and bites his lip.

Eddie senses the tension, the looks you are giving Robin, the way she is ignoring you because she desperately wants an explanation from Steve. 

“Lay off, Robin. Maybe he just wanted to get a few drinks and not deal with your annoying ass,” he says to her with a grin. 

She flips him off, rolling her eyes at him. 

“Just relax, here, take my shot and drink it, you need it, Robin,” you say, sliding the shot glass towards her. 

She turns towards the two of you, shaking her head with squinted eyes, “you’re both pretty rude.” 

“So are you, Robby.”

“Ew,” she scrunches her face up at Eddie, “don’t fucking call me Robby.”

“I’m gonna keep calling you that, if you don’t stop being so rude to sad birthday boy over there.” 

Steve sighs, running his hand down his face. 

“Can you just call me Steve, dude?” 

You giggle at the annoyed look on his face. 

Eddie grins, “okay, Steve.” 

“Not like that.” 

“Like what?” 

“Like you’re mocking me!” Steve exclaims. 

“How am I mocking you, Steve?” 

Steve scoffs, shaking his head, ��see, you’re doing it again!”

“Oh my god, shut the hell up!” Robin slams her hands against the table, truly, shutting them both up. “Eddie, get me a drink.” 

Both Steve and Eddie look at her as though she had grown two heads, while you giggle at her little outburst. 

“That was an order.” 

“Damn girl,” Eddie whistles, getting up from his chair, “you need more than one drink,” he mumbles as he walks off. 

“You are both two immature idiots,” she groans, burying her hands in her hair. 

“You are so mean to me,” Steve mumbles, looking at her in disbelief, “and that on my birthday!” 

A smile tugs at your lips, you look between them, chuckling at the way she rolls her eyes at him. 

“You know what, I really need a few drinks.” 

“Wait, are we actually doing this?” Steve asks, gesturing to the shots on the table. 

“What, getting drunk?” 

He nods at you. 

“Yeah. Just like old times, right?” You smile at him in a way you always used to. 

“Just like old times.” 

His eyes suddenly flash with amusement, he snorts, “do you remember my fifteenth birthday?” 

Your eyes widen as a giggle falls from your lips. 

“Of course I remember!”

Robin’s eyes flash with curiosity. There’s things she doesn’t know about yours and his friendship, things neither you or Steve had talked about yet. 

“Wait, what happened on your fifteenth birthday?” 

Your eyes light up with excitement, you lean closer to the table, looking at Steve, waiting for him to tell the story. 

He chuckles at the look on your face before he turns his body towards Robin. 

“We stole my dad’s super expensive wine, he was supposed to take it to some event – I got in so much trouble for that, by the way,” he says to you. 

“I know, I know. Keep going, Steve.”

“Alright, so, we stole that wine bottle. We played a drinking game, kept passing that bottle back and forth until we were fucking hammered,” he says, chuckling as he thinks back to that day in his backyard. The way you giggled at anything he said, the way you danced and ran around barefoot on the grass, the way you jumped in his pool, fully clothed, the way he hugged you when you were both in the water.

“This crazy girl over there started to cannon ball into my pool–” 

You giggle at the memory. 

“She did it over and over again and it looked so fun so I joined her. Honestly, it was pretty fun but I had half a bottle of wine and ate a whole pizza before that.” 

“Oh,” Robin scrunches her face up, already seeing where this is going. 

Steve can’t even fight the smile off his lips, his eyes crinkle, his cheeks flush and he giggles, “we’re in the pool, having the best time of our lives, right? And, fifteen year old me apparently thought that it was a good idea to kiss my best friend, but I totally missed her lips and kissed her nose and she fucking laughed at me, but I wanted to try again. I lean in when I suddenly feel the urge to throw up.” 

“Oh, ew! Stop!” 

“He threw up in the pool, Robin!”

“That’s so disgusting!” She whines, trying to get the image of Steve puking into the pool out of her head, “you don’t have any better stories to tell?” 

You and Steve can’t help but laugh harder at her reaction. 

“I mean the kiss on the nose is fucking embarrassing, Steve. But throwing up in front of her afterwards?” 

“I thought it was funny,” you giggle. 

“What is funny?” Eddie asks when he comes back with two drinks for Robin, placing them on the table and sliding them towards her before he sits down beside you again. 

“Trust me, you don’t wanna know,” Robin says with a look of disgust on her face. 

“I don’t?” He asks, glancing at you and how amused you look. 

“No, you really don’t.”

“Okay,” he snorts. 

He glances at Steve, grinning at him, “hey dude, I got a birthday present for you.” 

All three of you turn to look at Eddie in surprise, watching him in curiosity when he raises his hand, reaching for something in the pocket of his dark flannel. He picks out a joint, tossing it at Steve who catches it with one hand. 

He laughs at that, raising one brow, giving Eddie a smile, “I do appreciate this, it’s kind of expensive nowadays.” 

“Is it expensive?” You ask, turning to Eddie, “you always give me some for free.” 

Eddie’s lips curl into a smile, he lifts his hand towards your face, tapping your nose with his finger, “well, you’re my best friend.” 

Steve keeps his eyes down, not wanting to look between you and Eddie. 

You smile at the way Eddie looks at you, the way his eyes glisten, the way his cheeks are always a little red, the way–

“Do you guys wanna smoke this?” Steve asks, cutting the voice in your head. 

“Here?” 

He chuckles at Robin, “of course not. We could go back to my place, my parents aren’t home, anyways.”

To Eddie’s surprise, he not only directs these words at you and Robin, he also directs them at him. 

“Uh, I’d love to!” Robin grins. 

Steve gives you a hopeful smile, one that makes it impossible to say no to him. 

“Me too.” 

At that, his eyes light up and his smile grows bigger. 

“Sure, let’s do it.”

“We’ll have to walk though,” Robin gestures to the drink Steve already had, “cause you can’t drive and I don’t have a license.”

He shrugs, “we can take Eddie’s van and I’ll get my car tomorrow morning.” 

“Uh, no,” Eddie mumbles, scratching the back of his neck, “my uncle took my van cause his car is at the shop, we walked here.” 

Steve sighs, “shit.” 

“But you could let me drive, I didn’t have anything yet,” Eddie smirks, pointing to the untouched shots. 

Steve snorts at him with a deep glare, “uh, yeah, keep dreaming, Munson,” he mumbles as he leans back, reaching for the keys in his pockets, you all watch him curiously. “The only one who’s allowed to drive my car is dolly.” 

Robin raises her brows in surprise when Steve chucks his keys at you that you quickly catch, looking down at them with a dumbfounded expression before your eyes light up and you look up, beaming at Steve. 

“Okay, let’s go,” you smile, excitedly as you play with the car keys. You scoot back, getting up from the chair. Robin knocks back one shot before she gets up as well. Steve and Eddie glance at the four untouched shots on the table and then, their eyes meet, they both shrug at each other and reach for two shots, each. 

Robin pats Steve’s shoulder, chuckling when he knocks one back and then the other, grimacing at the strong taste. 

You giggle at Eddie, who looks unfazed by the bitter taste. 

“Let’s go, ladies and.. Steve,” he grins. 

“Dude.”

“Don’t start this again,” Robin warns, pointing at them both before she rushes over to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder, she grins, “us ladies, ride in the front, and you two can cuddle in the back,” she winks at them, pulling you away with a giggle. 

-

After an eventful ride to Steve’s house and a few shots of tequila, you all settled in his backyard, each of you occupying one of the many loungers around the pool. Passing around the joint that Eddie had given Steve as a ‘birthday gift’. You are sipping on a drink that Steve has made for you, coke mixed with his dad’s expensive whiskey. You are pretty sure that you will regret the amount of alcohol and weed you are having tonight, when you wake up tomorrow morning. But the floaty and giddy feeling you are experiencing right now, will have to make up for it. 

Steve is sitting on the lounger beside you, a can of beer in his hand, his lips wrapped around the joint that is already stained with your lipstick. A spitcurl is hanging in front of his eyes, he doesn’t bother to push it away. He shakes his head at something Robin had said to him, something you didn’t even hear because you were too busy letting your eyes skip back and forth between him and the curly haired metalhead who now left his lounger to be closer to you. 

Eddie wraps his hands around your calves, stroking your skin softly with his ringed fingers as he places your feet on his lap. He does it all without breaking his conversation with Robin. Though he feels the goosebumps on your skin, he hears the breath that hitched in your throat when he touched you. He hides his smirk behind his drink as he takes a sip of the cold beer.

Steve clenches his jaw as he looks between you and Eddie. The way he continues to stroke your calf, the way he smirks at your reaction, the way you are blushing, biting your lip as you look down at the hand touching your skin. 

He forces himself to look away, turning back to Robin, he offers her the joint. 

“Thanks,” she mumbles, giggling when she almost doubles over as she reaches for the joint. 

“Already hammered and we haven’t even played a drinking game yet, tsk,” Eddie shakes his head, giving her a playful grin. 

With an eye roll, she gets up, placing the joint between her lips as she sits down next to Steve. 

“A drinking game, huh? What kind? ‘Never have I ever’? Okay,” She grins at him without giving him a chance to reply. “Never have I ever had a girlfriend,” she smirks, teasing him. 

Steve licks his lips, chuckling at Eddie, who nods at her with an annoyed look on his face. 

You raise your eyebrows, “why are you teasing him, I never had a girlfriend, either,” you shrug. 

“Yeah but you had a boyfriend,” she mumbles, nudging Steve’s shoulder. 

Eddie tilts his head at you, looking you up and down with a smirk, “do you want one?” 

“A girlfriend?” You ask as you raise the glass to your lips, shrugging, “I don’t know, I never thought about it but kissing girls is fun, so.. I suppose doing anything else with a girl is fun too.” 

Eddie’s lips part, his brown eyes widen, darkening as they do so. He swallows as he continues to stare at you. Millions of questions run through his mind. There are things he doesn’t know about you, yet? 

Robin and Steve look at you in surprise. 

“Wait, w-what?” He mumbles, laughing nervously. 

Robin’s lips curl into a smirk, “you kissed a girl before? Who?” 

“Yeah, sweetheart, do tell us your dirty little secrets.” 

“Hmm, no,” you smirk, batting your eyelashes at him. 

“Was that before or after me?” Steve asks, cheeks flushed red as he tries to fight the images out of his mind. 

“Before you,” you giggle. 

“Shit, I wanna know who it was.”

“Me too, Eddie,” Robin says. “I know that it wasn’t Chrissy, she’d tell me.” 

“Huh, was it another girl from the cheer squad?” 

You shake your head at Eddie, biting your lip to keep yourself from laughing. 

“Were you close?” 

You shrug, nodding your head.

Steve squints his eyes, tilting his head at you. 

Robin’s jaw drops a little when she figures it out. There is only one girl that you’re close with that wasn’t in the cheer squad – well, besides her. 

“Holy shit,” she mouths at you, grinning.

Steve and Eddie glance at each other in confusion. 

It’s amusing how obvious the answer is, yet, neither of them are close to figuring it out. 

“If you think kissing a girl is fun, you should try eating one out,” Robin mumbles before she takes a drag from the joint, “it’s the best thing ever.” She blows out the smoke, not noticing the confused frown on your face. 

“For once, I have to agree with you, Robin,” Eddie chuckles. 

Steve freezes, closing his eyes as he looks down. 

“Huh?” 

Noticing the look on your face, Robin suddenly regrets opening her mouth about that. Your lips are parted, your eyes filled with confusion and curiosity, your brows are pinched together as you stare at her with a questioning look on your face. She straightens her back, muttering a quiet ‘fuck’ under her breath when she looks at Steve’s embarrassed face. 

“What’s that?” 

Eddie freezes. The smirk falls from his face, he glances at you, at the clueless, lost look on your face. Oh. Steve had never – fuck. How? If you were his, he’d spend day and night on his knees, worshiping you. 

“Huh?” This time, it’s him, whose confused. 

You look at him with big and curious eyes. 

“What is that, I don’t watch porn.” 

“Damn, I guess it’s time to,” Robin mutters through gritted teeth. 

“Licking someone’s pussy, sweetheart. And well, fucking one with your tongue.” 

Your jaw drops, your cheeks heat up and you stare at him in shock. You look cute like this and he could stare at you forever but, in his state of shock, he slowly turns his head towards Steve, eyes filled with concern, confusion and disbelief, “dude, what is wrong with you?” 

Steve, whose face is beet red, glares at him. 

“I’m very self conscious of not doing a good job, so–”

“You learn!” Eddie throws his hands up. 

“What, Munson, are you the pussy expert or something?” He scoffs, rolling his eyes at him. 

You look back and forth between them. Taking in the sight of Eddie’s slightly angered face and Steve’s embarrassed one. 

“I have eaten my share of pussy, thank you very much.”

The scoff falls from your lips before you can even stop it. Neither of them acknowledge you though, until you open your mouth. “What, like three?” You scoff, again. “You only fucked three girls, that’s what you told me, unless you lied about that.” 

Eddie swallows, glancing at you, he fails to notice just how intense the look in your eyes is. 

“There’s a difference between sex and foreplay, sweetheart.” 

You bite the insides of your cheeks, swallowing the bitterness on your tongue as you look into his eyes. Not once, had you spent a single second wondering if Eddie was seeing someone, if he was fooling around with girls when he wasn’t with you. But now that you think about it, now that you imagine him with other girls, you suddenly feel the bile rising in your throat. The sickening feeling makes you want to drop to your knees and puke out the waffles you had eaten this morning.

“So, when was the last time you did that then, Eddie?” Robin asks, both curious to know and to see your reaction. 

He shrugs, “I don’t know, Buckley. I don’t keep count of how many days–”

“Yes, you do! Men always do!” 

He doesn’t feel comfortable sharing that in front of you, but he knows that Robin won’t drop it until she gets an answer she’s satisfied with. Besides, you probably won’t even care. Despite Dmitri’s encouraging words, he still refuses to believe that there are any feelings other than the platonic ones that you feel for him. This won’t hurt you, right? 

“Fine! Two or three months ago, happy? Now, Harrington, I think I should teach you some basics.” 

You feel as though a cold bucket of water has been dropped on you. Your heart leaps to your throat as your stomach drops. Another wave of sickness floods through you. You stare at him, not noticing Steve’s or Robin’s eyes on you. 

When was that? Was it the weekend you couldn’t spend time with him? The night you couldn’t come to his gig? Was it before or after he had gotten angry at you for kissing Steve? 

It shouldn’t affect you as much as it does, it shouldn’t make you feel this sick, this jealous. You barely figured out your feelings for him. But the longer you stare at him, listen to his words, you can’t help but feel anger rather than jealousy. 

You didn’t have feelings for him back then, or at least, you weren’t aware of them. He’s single and free to do whatever he wants but so are you – so were you when you kissed Steve and yet, he was so angry at you when he found out about it. He treated you so coldly, all because he hated the thought of you kissing Steve. Yet, he was out there fooling around with other girls.

“You have never actually eaten pussy before, dude?” Robin mumbles.

Steve rubs the back of his neck, nervously, “I mean, yeah. Just not–” he pauses with a look of shame in his eyes as he briefly glances at you. 

You roll your eyes. 

You’re not surprised to hear that, you’re not even hurt. After everything that happened between you and him, his sex life with Nancy is the last thing you had ever worried about. You always knew that he treated her better than he ever treated you. 

And, that he tried new things with her isn’t anything shocking to you, anyways. 

You open your mouth but before you can say something that might ruin the night, you press your lips together again. Sighing, you look down at your drink. You take a deep breath before you raise the glass to your lips, gulping down the rest of it.

You plaster a smile on your face. Ignoring the concerned looks that Robin is giving you. She thankfully changes the topic. Eddie and Steve, surprisingly fall into yet another conversation. 

Their distraction allows you to slip away for a moment, you pass by Robin without meeting her eyes and make a quick escape to the bathroom. Locking yourself into the small room for a moment to collect yourself. 

Despite the anger you are feeling, you don’t want to ruin the night for Steve. 

You splash some cold water and run your fingers through your hair. 

With tears in your eyes, you stare at yourself in the mirror. 

Whether it’s tears of anger or tears of sadness. You are sick of it. You are sick of yourself. You are sick of crying. You are sick of the pining, of the jealousy, of the sadness.

Steve had given Nancy everything. He tried new things with her while you were grieving your relationship, crying yourself to sleep and thinking about him like a goddamn fool while he was having the time of his life with a different girl. 

And Eddie, you try not to think about it, you try not to let the jealousy in. But you can’t push out the anger that you are feeling for him, right now. 

Or the anger that you are feeling for yourself.

How you take everything to heart. How you let everything and everyone hurt you. 

You are done. 

You are so fucking done. 

-

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Cry Me A River - Chapter 12 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Chocolate Kisses

I walked to the wardrobe the maids had set up for me next to Alastair's.

Not sure what to pick, I grabbed the first shirt and pair of pants I saw and quickly changed before Alastair would come out.

I made it just in the nick of time as while I tied the front of my shirt Alastair pranced out with a smile on his face.

"Ready, love?"

"Yup."

I'm so excited. It's been so long since I've been to the marketplace.

I wonder if the marketplace here is similar to the one back home. Home.

I guess that place doesn't really classify as my home anymore, huh?

"Did you have anything to eat yet, love?"

I shook my head.

Now that I think about it, I don't think I've eaten this whole day.

He looked up at the clock beside the bed.

"God, I haven't fed you yet. What the hell kind of mate starves the love of his life."

He shook his head.

"Come, my love."

He beckoned me out the room, only to entwine our hands once out the door.

I smiled as I looked down at our entwined hands.

We ate quickly, grabbing whatever available food that was ready in the kitchen since we wanted to start our journey as early as possible.

Or more like I wanted to get there as soon as possible but who's asking?

I smiled as I looked down at our entwined hands.

We ate quickly, grabbing whatever available food that was ready in the kitchen since we wanted to start our journey as early as possible.

Or more like I wanted to get there as soon as possible but who's asking?

I held an apple in hand as I raced to the carriage and jumped inside, only to be accompanied by Alastair moments later.

"My God, love. You are quite hyped to go, aren't you?"

He looked quite amused.

I nodded with a huge smile.

He smiled.

"Off we go then," he called to the horsemen up front.

We began to move and I felt my legs vibrate in excitement.

Alastair laughed beside me.

"To think, for many the idea of grandeur and wealth brings great excitement but not my River, my River gets excited over the marketplace."

I pouted.

"You make it sound ridiculous," I mumbled.

He laughed and pulled me into his lap.

"Mot ridiculous... adorable."

He kissed my nose, then both my cheeks, down my throat...

"Alastair."

I pushed his face from its journey down my neck, my face already beginning to heat up.

He picked his head up with a pout.

"I need to touch you, even if just a little. Please, love. It makes the heat go away."

He rubbed his nose against my cheek.

Oh, so that's why he's been acting so weird since he got back.

"Okay, fine."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him lightly on the nose.

"But only above my chin."

He pouted and nodded.

He held me close to him and rested his chin above my head, sneaking in tiny kisses on top of my head when I wasn't paying attention.

And that's how we ended up spending the whole carriage ride, wrapped up in each other's warmth while telling stories of our past.

Me telling him stories of times I've gone to the marketplace and him telling me childhood memories and stories of him, Isaiah and Derek.

I hadn't realized how long they've known each other but apparently, they've been close friends since they were six.

I wonder how long Isaiah's loved Derek for...

I wonder how long he's been suppressing his feelings for..

The carriage stopped as the horseman declared our arrival.

Alastair stepped out first and reached his hand out to me. I placed my hand in his and stepped out carefully.

Knowing me, if I'm not careful I'll face plant and embarrass myself.

I looked up from my feet as I stepped onto the ground, soaking in my surroundings.

The place was bustling with people all dressed in different attire, speaking different languages.

There were stalls of spices, fruits and different playthings for small children.

Wow...

I wondered the marketplace, going to the spice carts, then fruit, then vegetables.

At each one, Alastair offered to buy me some but I wouldn't accept the offer.

I was saving it for the exotic fruit section.

If I allow him to buy me things before then he might not be as willing to offer again.

"Love, you keep dragging me from cart to cart, yet you won't allow me to buy you anything. Why is that?" Alastair asked, puzzled.

"I'm saving it."

"Saving what..?"

"Saving your offer."

He stopped in his track.

"Love, if you want me to buy you something, I will. This is not some offer I'm throwing out at a random passer-by. This is me as your mate spoiling the one he loves. I will always provide for all your needs, so there's no reason for you to hold back your desires when it comes to me. If you want something, you tell me."

"Okay," I whispered.

I guess I'm just so used to having a limit on what I can have that I just assumed the limit was still in place.

And Alastair did just that, everything my eyes seemed to land on would magically be bought by Alastair, to the point where I had to make an escape from the exotic fruits section.

Since Alastair seemed to buy almost everything there.

Alastair took me by the hand as he pulled me into a section of the marketplace I didn't seem to recognize.

"This is my favorite part," he smiled.

Upon all the carts were brown objects, some square, some circle.

They smelled so sweet, yet so bitter at the same time.

"What are they?" I asked quizzically.

Alastair looked down at me with wide eyes.

"You've never had chocolate before, River?"

I shook my head. What's chocolate..?

He pulled me towards one of the carts, handing the man a coin and picking up a brown square and placing it in my mouth.

My eyes widened as the taste hit my taste buds.

It was silky against my tongue and bittersweet in taste.

It reminded me of a tea Alastair had made me try once though I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"Good?" Alastair asked with a smile.

I nodded, as I couldn't speak with the chocolate in my mouth.

He picked up a different square, this time, it was a lighter brown than before.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Milk chocolate, here."

He pulled my face to his and connected our lips gently, my eyes widened as his tongue glided softly against my lips, allowing me to taste the sweet chocolate.

He pulled away with a smile.

"Like it?"

I couldn't answer as I was in shock.

My first kiss.

That was my first kiss.

He brows scrunched together.

"What's the matter, love?"

"K-kiss... f-first k-kiss..."

I looked away, blushing up to my ears.

So embarrassing.

I felt his hand brush gently through my hair before landing on my cheek and guiding me back to his face.

"Don't turn away from me, love," he said softly.

His eyes were painted in shame and regret as he looked down at me.

"I wasn't aware that you haven't been kissed yet, my love. I apologize that it wasn't more romantic. I know how you love the romantics," he laughed softly.

"It's okay."

I stood on my tippy toes and kissed his nose.

"I'm not going to lie, I was pretty surprised,but as long as it's you it doesn't matter," I smiled.

"I'll make it up to you love, promise."

He brushed his hand softly across my cheek.

"I'll make your second kiss more special."

I smiled up at him.

To think, after already falling for someone, you could fall yet again.