#and i immediately blushed so bright red and looked away and grinned like a FOOL my director was like YES FUCK THAT'S THE ONE

[team-118]

yapping below proceed with caution. it's relevant though I promise

[alastxrs]

Metal Heart Finally Melts.

𝐄𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐬 "𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧" 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐝 𝐗 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐘/𝐍 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐮𝐩 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐲… @d-angel00

❝𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑!❞

The whole room was a complete mess and yet there stood a man shaking a lot, unable to find a blanket or jacket that was warm enough.

Y/N had decided to stay behind at the Kid Pirates hideout.

The weather in the new world was insane and he hated how it changed randomly. The (H/C) haired man could not handle the cold so he was trying to find something that could warm him up, yet there was nothing that could keep him warm.

A few of the crewmates that stayed with him were hiding from him assuming that he would take his rage out on them.

A sigh escaped his lips as he looked out the window to watch the snow continue to fall.

He leaned against the wall as he admired the snow falling from the sky.

How anyone could love this weather was insane.

Y/N wrapped his arms tightly around himself, shivering still because the cold had managed to get into the building. He hated winter. The cold bit into his skin, and no matter how many layers he wore, he never felt warm enough. Each gust of icy wind made him curse the season even more.

He wondered when their Captain, Eustass Kidd, would return since he was the only one who made him feel warm.

𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄....

Eustass Kidd stretched his arm while he walked off of his ship.

The red-haired man was just happy to get that mission over and done with, now he could actually relax and spend some time with Y/N since he had left his partner on the island to make sure nothing happened.

He turns his head to one of the crewmates that stayed behind. "Aye! Where is Y/N?!" he asked.

The other man pointed in the direction of his quarters and he made his way over towards his lover.

He expected the man to have welcomed him back.

It pissed him off that he wasn't greated by Y/N, his partner usually always waited at the docks for him to return back to the island they claimed.

Yet once Eustass Kidd opened the door, all angry feelings vanished.

There, Y/N L/N stood, with his arms crossed and against the window while looking at the snow that was falling from the sky.

The man looked absolutely radiant from where he stood.

The one thing that had caught his attention was the shivers that he saw.

If he was cold, why wouldn't the idiot wear a blanket?

'You blasted fool!' He thought to himself as he shook his head before he walked over to the other man. 'Get a blanket or something! Do you really need me to hold you to feel warm?!'

When the (H/C) haired man turned his head to see his lover and a bright smile formed on his lips.

"Babe! When did you get back? I-"

A gasp was let out of his lips when he was picked up immediately when they were close by his metal arm, the red-haired man moved the two of them over to their couch wanting his partner to relax.

A blush formed on his cheeks as Y/N wrapped an arm around his neck. "Baby, did you have a good-"

The other man was cut when he sat down on the couch and placed the slightly smaller/taller man on his lap before moving his arm around the other's waist.

Eustass Kidd made sure to keep his lover close to him before closing his eyes.

A small smile formed on the other man's lips before he laid his head on his shoulder. "Thanks, Jaggy."

"You know I hate that name, I do something nice and this is how you treat me?!"

"I don't know, I like the nickname."

"Stick to calling me babes or baby or anything other than that."

A grin formed on Y/N's cheeks as he leaned closer to his face. "Anything you say? How bout Da-" he was cut off with lips but before he could kiss back, the other man pulled away.

A sigh escaped Eustass Kidd as he shook his head. "Keep that one for the bedroom, fine! Stick to Strawhat's stupid name for me."

The (H/C) haired man began kissing the other man's face.

A small blush was on his boyfriend's cheek and he loved seeing it.

"Wanna know how much I missed you?"

"Yes babe~! Show me!"

[fixfoxnox]

The Silk House (2)

Today's Story: John Price Chases a Train

Summary: Price is a vigilante in a long-term relationship with a prostitute named Nikolai. The problem? Neither of them believes that the other's feelings match their own. So when Nikolai gets an offer of marriage, Price will be forced to face those feelings and determine if his beliefs are true.

Word Count: 10.7k

Warnings: Smut, Misunderstandings, anal, hand jobs, blow jobs

Note: For the wonderful @wmdamadeof

There was something about smoking a cigar while watching the sunset that would never get old for Price. 

He didn’t know what it was. He tried to place it often, tried to figure out what kept him staring out at the oranges and reds of the sky at the end of every day. He could never place it. He wondered often if it was the colors, if he was so attached to the colors that streaked across the sky and the way they would fade into purples and blues before the night took over. He didn’t think it was the colors, though they certainly helped. 

He thought maybe it was the cigar. Maybe it was the steady push and pull of smoke and the red that burned with each breath he took. He thought maybe the taste of smoke on his tongue was so addicting that he just kept coming back for more. It wasn’t the cigars. He never got the same feeling from them when he smoked somewhere else. 

He asked himself one day if it wasn’t necessarily the sunset or the cigar that kept him coming back, but if it was something bigger than that. In those moments, looking over the sunset with a cigar between his fingers, Price felt content. He felt free, like he belonged, like he found his place in the world. He thought the open hills and freedom of the West were just what he needed. The sunset just reminded him of that. It was the most likely option and the one he’d settled on for himself. He didn’t think he could be content anywhere else. 

“Oi, Cap,” Price turned his head away from the sunset, moving to watch as his team approached him. Gaz was the one who’d spoken, and the younger man was quick to pull his hat off of his head to hold it against his chest as he grinned at him. Price observed the move carefully, amusement tugging at him. “We’ve got the horses settled and everything paid for. We’re gonna head in if that's alright with you, yeah boss?”

“What did I say about calling me Cap?” Price asked rather than answering. His response didn’t throw Gaz off, instead it only seemed to make his smile grow wider. Price was fond of him and they both knew that he wasn’t actually upset by the playful nickname. Not that Price particularly liked it, Captain Price sounded a bit stuffy to him all things considered. “What’s the rush to get inside?” He took another puff from his cigar.

“Ghost and Soap want to try their luck with Roach again,” Gaz teased, nudging at Soap as he did. In response, Soap’s face went bright red and Price could see a blush peeking out over the top of Ghost’s bandana. Soap was quick to give Gaz a glare and curse at him in a low voice. None of them would have understood him even if he’d spoken at a normal volume, though Price wasn’t going to say that. 

“Gaz just wants to flirt with the fuckin’ barman again!” Soap accused, pointing a finger toward Gaz as he did. The result was immediate, and now Gaz was flushed as well. Price could only watch amused as the two started to argue back and forth and, inevitably, started to playfully shove at one another.

After several moments of watching the scuffle while puffing on his cigar, Price decided it was time to intervene. “Alright you two, you look like drunken fools, knock it off.” Immediately, the two separated, matching grins on their faces as they did. For as much as they poked fun at the other, it was clear to see how much they actually cared. Price gave the two a quick once over before turning his attention to Ghost and Soap, “Try to keep yourselves respectful, the last thing we need is to get banned for life because two of my men won’t stop trying to fuck the owner.” 

Soap gave a mock salute to him while Ghost only shifted nervously before offering a small nod. Price didn’t doubt that the two were ever anything but respectful to Roach. The lad didn’t take shit from anyone, so he doubted that he would take it from his men. That and it was clear to see that Ghost and Soap’s fascination with him ran deeper than the occasional coin they pooled together to take a night with him. 

After giving the group one last once over, he tilted his head toward the door of the building behind him. “Alright, go on. I’ll join you lot soon.” He brought his cigar back to his lips and turned his attention toward the setting sun once again, ignoring the group as they moved to pass them. 

“Oh uh,” he turned at the sound of Gaz’s voice next to him and raised an eyebrow at the man, “Want me to ask Roach to get your usual set up?” His words weren’t quiet, they both knew that Price had no shame in the money or time that he spent in the upstairs rooms of the Silk House.

He gave a short nod and, with that, Gaz was moving inside the building after Soap and Ghost, leaving Price to smoke his cigar alone in the peace of the sunset. Just how he liked it.

“All these new scars,” Nikolai gave a disappointed tut as he let his hands move across Price’s skin, “What am I going to do with you, dusha moya?” The warm water covering Price’s skin did nothing to keep the feeling of Nik’s hands from burning into him. With every scrub and wipe of dirt from him, Price could feel himself relaxing. It was always so easy to relax when he was with Nikolai.

Price tilted his head back against the tub, exposing the line of his throat to Nik’s eyes. The other man took quick advantage, leaning forward to place kisses along his skin as his hands worked to clean his skin of any dirt and grime that seemed to linger. “You’d rather me turn up with new scars than not turn up at all,” Price commented as the other man pulled away from him, his attention back on cleaning his body with attentive hands.

“I would rather it if you had no scars, but I certainly expect you to return to me either way.” The words sent a shiver down Price’s spine and he couldn’t help but to give the other man a soft smile. Nik was quick to return it and, for just a moment, the two simply watched one another, both feeling a softness that they knew they only held for one another. “I missed you,” Nik muttered the words under his breath, his voice soft. Still, the words were loud enough to hear. 

Price brought a hand up to tangle in Nik’s hair. He used his grip to gently tug the other man closer to him, pulling him forward until he could press their lips together in a soft kiss. It was slow and filled with emotion that Price rarely ever felt that he could show. Only for Nikolai. It was all reserved for him. He didn’t respond to the other man, he never did.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. It wasn’t that he didn’t miss Nikolai or wish that they would have more time together, it wasn’t that. Price adored Nik. He adored the man just as much as he could tell Nikolai adored him. He wouldn’t show it though, he wouldn’t show it because he would never be able to have the man and he knew it. 

He knew he was already attached, but it was so much easier to pretend that he wasn’t. To pretend that he hadn’t fallen for a man who’d refused to leave the business for him, who adored him but wouldn’t stop his work for him. So, Price tried to pretend he wasn’t attached, because it hurt more when he acknowledged that he was. 

After a moment, Price pulled back. He let himself relax back into the tub, turning his eyes toward the ceiling so he wouldn’t have to feel Nik’s eyes burning into him. He could never really handle the heat that the other man fixed him with, the heat and the love and the adoration. It was all too much for him. Too much. Not enough. Not what he wanted. 

Several moments of silence passed between the two, Price didn’t move. He didn’t know if Nik was expecting something from him, if the man was waiting for him to say something, but he didn’t speak. He would let Nikolai control where they went from here because he couldn’t trust himself to do it. He couldn’t trust that he wouldn’t try to kiss the man and get to his knees and beg for him to just leave with him. He just couldn’t trust himself. 

Finally, Nikolai began to move, pushing himself from his kneeled position next to the tub and stretching up into the air in a way that was all too appealing for Price. His eyes traced the lines of Nikolai’s skin, marking out familiar paths that he’d spent so many nights tracing with his fingers, knowing he would be forced to leave the following day. “Come, John.” Price’s eyes traced up to Where Nikolai was watching him, a small smile pulling at his lips as he did, “Come, you’re clean.”

“So I’m welcome in your bed now?” Price asked playfully, pushing himself up from the now murky bathwater. He accepted Nikolai’s help out of the tub and allowed the other man to begin to dry him with a soft towel. Price had no issue standing in front of the other man bare, or in feeling the towel across his skin. The two had seen each other in every state of undress and situations far worse than simply standing naked.

“You,” Nik tossed the towel to the side and started to guide Price toward the bed, gently turning him as he did, “are welcome in my bed at all times, dusha moya.” He kept his touch on Price’s skin gentle, even as he pushed him and manhandled him how he liked. Price would never understand how the man had come to be so large, how he’d come to be so strong. He would never complain about it though. 

The back of his legs hit the bed and he let himself fall backward to sit on the soft mattress, his head tilted up so that he could meet Nik’s eyes. Nikolai’s hands traced along his bare chest, running through the hair that dotted his skin before rising up to stroke slowly over his shoulders, almost reverently. “Unless I’m dirty?” Price teased the man again, a grin on his lips even as his body lit up red. 

Nikolai gave a huff, but it was undermined by the laugh that cut through it. A matching grin pulled to his face as he used his hands on Price’s shoulders to push him back, gently applying pressure until Price was laid on the bed beneath him. “You would not want a dirty cowboy in your bed either.” He moved to hover over Price before lowering himself to begin pressing kisses along his neck again.

His lips traced across Price’s skin and the man could only tilt his head back and offer Nik more room to do whatever he liked. His head felt fuzzy and his chest felt warm. He felt content, he felt like he belonged. He felt like he was smoking a cigar and watching the sunset. “Besides,” Nik whispered as his kisses became more entwined with the press of his teeth and tongue, “It’s much nicer to taste a clean cowboy than a dirty one.”

Moments later and his mouth found Price’s, his tongue slipping between just parted lips. Price gave a contented sigh and pressed closer. Nikolai tasted like home.

Perhaps Nikolai was a fool. He questioned it often, he questioned himself often. He’d fucked up a lot in his life. Really, he had. And yet, he struggled to call himself a fool. 

The first time that he should have called himself a fool was when he was fifteen. He’d left Russia and his family and everything he’d ever known behind because…well because he wanted something different. He didn’t want to just be, he wanted to live. So he’d snuck his way onto a ship and months of scrounging and stealing later and he’d found himself hopping off of the ship in the West. He had nothing with him. He thought he’d be fine.

He wasn’t fine. He’d somehow through slow negotiating and the kindness of strangers that he met along the way, found himself three years later starving in a small town in one of the new Western territories. He had nothing. He was hungry, he was desperate, he was…young. Eighteen, spotted by some noblewoman who took a liking to him, a liking to his stature and his strength. She’d whispered that he would make a killing. He thought she’d meant for himself. She hadn’t. 

He was a twenty-three-year-old stuck in a shitty contract that was only legal because it wasn’t a state he lived in, only a territory. He was owned, he was nothing more than his body. Thrown into a life where whoever had the most coin would get to spend a night in his arms. The contract was clever, designed so he’d never be able to pay his way out of it. He was stuck. 

He was twenty-three when he met John Price. Price himself was a twenty-one-year-old fresh-faced deputy, all smiles and grins as he spoke to Nikolai. As though he didn’t understand that he hadn’t paid for a chat, he’d paid for a fuck. He hadn’t let Nikolai fuck him. And, in the nights that he’d returned, months of buying him out to chat and ask questions, he still never once let Nikolai pull him beneath the sheets. 

Nik thought that was what made him start falling for Price initially. Price didn’t look at him like he was just an object to be paid for, he looked at him like he was a person. So Nik was twenty-three and falling in love with a deputy. 

Nik was thirty when Price asked him to leave. Nik was thirty. He was still trapped. He wanted to say yes…he couldn’t. He watched Price leave instead. 

Nikolai was now thirty-nine. He was older, bordering on the age at which many people in his business were forced to quit. He was no longer owned. He worked for himself and himself alone while he waited and prayed that Price would ask him to leave again. Price never did. 

That wasn’t the point anymore. The point now, as it stood, was that Nikolai was old. His clients were slowing down. The days that he would go with no one to offer him coin for a night only seemed to grow. He knew what was going on, he knew he was becoming undesirable. He knew that soon, he would have to figure out some way to support himself again, or he’d be back on the streets. Cold, hungry, alone.

Roach had told him time and time again that he would never let that happen. Nik was one of his boys, a funny statement considering he was much older than the owner of the little brothel, that he’d always have a place and a job with him. Nik had never wanted to accept that, it felt like charity. He wanted to earn his way, to prove himself, he didn’t want everything handed to him. But, he knew his time was running out. 

That was why he hadn’t thrown out the letter. 

It sat in front of him now, unassuming and plain against the dark wood of the little desk in his room. He stared at it, just tracing the creamy white color with his eyes. It was so pristine, so nice. It spelled…something new for him. Something decent. A way to take care of himself, to make sure he would never have to accept charity from anyone else again. It should have been easy for him to look at the letter. It wasn’t. 

It wasn’t easy. Not when he had the scent of Price lingering on his bed sheets and the sounds of him crying his name in his ears. Not when he had years of love and friendship bouncing around in his mind, years of waiting. It felt like…like accepting what was in front of him, what had been offered to him, it felt like throwing all of that away. He didn’t want to throw it away. 

He tilted his head back with a sigh, rolling his neck to try and relieve some of the tension from his body. It never seemed to work, but still, he tried. He wished that Price was there with him, that he wasn’t sitting at the desk alone. Price wasn’t there, he’d left moments prior to go downstairs and collect his men before setting off to work. Nik hated to see him leave, but he took solace in the fact that Price was meant to be back in a few days.

He tilted his head to the side, a little smile ticking up his lips as he caught sight of the hat sitting on the dresser in the corner. A chuckle escaped his lips and soon he was up and across the room to snatch the hat up. Leave it to Price to forget something so dear to him before leaving. He gave a quick tut before moving out of his room and toward the stairs quickly, hoping to catch Price before he really set off. He thought the man might notice, but he might not. And, it gave him an excuse to have just a moment longer with him. 

He stopped at the top of the stairs with a start, confusion overtaking him as he spotted Price at the bar, talking with Roach. The gaming parlor was practically empty at this time of day, so even at his spot at the top of the stairwell, he could hear the two’s conversation quite easily. He’d expected Price to be gone or leaving already, and he could assume that the others were waiting outside considering Soap and Ghost weren’t hovering as close to Roach as they could get. So he wondered why Price was still inside.

“-says you don’t pay.” He caught the end of Roach’s words as he took a careful step down the stairs, trying not to distract them. “He says you’re a guest, not a client. You don’t pay for your time with him.” Roach crossed his arms over his chest and fixed Price with an annoyed look. Based on his face, it was clear this was an argument they’d had before. Nikolai could feel dread bubbling up in his gut at the thought. He tightened his hand on Price’s hat.

Price gave a chuckle and pushed several coins toward Roach on the bar, “We have this argument every time, Roach. I want to pay.” He leaned against the bar, “Can we just skip ahead, you know that you always accept the money. Why do this whole song and dance?”

“I do this whole ‘song and dance’ for Nikolai,” Roach glared down the man in front of him, “He doesn’t want you to pay, I respect those wishes. With the way that the two of you are…I thought you would as well.” 

Nik’s heart beat faster in his chest and his head felt as though it was filled with cotton. He thought his breathing might be shallow, but he couldn’t tell beyond the faint feeling that took over and the blood rushing through him. Price had been paying for him? Even…even after Roach had told him that he didn’t want him to pay?

“I do this for Nik,” Price’s voice was harsh and the tone of it made Nikolai flinch. Roach didn’t flinch, he just raised an eyebrow at Price in an unimpressed manner. “Take the money,” Price pushed it forward again, “take it as a donation if you have to. I don’t care. I just want it going to Nikolai.” 

There was a long moment before, with a deep sigh, Roach leaned forward to swipe the money from the bar. Nikolai could see the scowl on his face, but he could hardly think or react. Price had just paid for him. John had just paid for him. 

“Get out of my bar,” Roach barked at the man. Price shook his head and tapped a hand on the bar for a few moments before pushing himself back and starting to gather up his things. Nikolai watched him for several moments, unable to really do much other than watch the man. 

“I’ll be back in a few days with the boys,” Price turned to Roach with a careful look on his face, “I know you’re pissed, but I do this for a reason.” Nikolai wondered what his reason could be. There was only one thing he could believe, only one thing that he could think of. Price didn’t want to be his guest. Price wanted to keep that wall of separation. He wanted a way to keep himself and Nikolai from ever getting past what they were. 

“John,” his voice carried across the bar before he could even register that he’d spoken. His voice caught Price’s attention, and the man was quick to plaster a grin on as he turned to look at him. Nik didn’t say anything, he just held up the hat for Price to see. 

In a second, the other man was crossing the room in quick strides, moving quickly and quietly up the stairs to meet him where he stood. The hat was taken gently from his hands and a quick and careful kiss was pressed against his lips. Nik wondered if the kiss was even real. 

“Thank you, love, would have had a shit few days without this.” Price gave him a smile and pressed another kiss against his cheek. “I’ll be back soon.” The words were whispered against his skin before another kiss was pressed to his cheek. Price was off then, moving down the stairs quickly and toward the front of the building with a wave toward Roach.

Nik barely had enough time to call, “Be safe,” to him before he was out the door with one last wink sent over his shoulder toward him. The sound of the front door of the house closing seemed to echo around the empty gaming parlor. He stood still for several long moments, just watching the place where Price had just disappeared, taking his heart along with him. Slowly, he let his eyes trail over to the bar.

He met Roach’s eyes and he could see even from his place at the top of the stairs the guilt that seemed to be written on his face. Guilt and…was it pity? No, not pity, just sorrow. Roach was upset on his behalf. The younger man was smart, he knew everything, he probably knew about the letter sitting neatly in the upstairs room, and he likely knew how dear Price was to him.

Nik thought about the letter sitting upstairs, about the pristine creamy white envelope with the letter inside, the one he’d poured over countless times already. He thought, maybe now was the time to look it over again, to really consider what he was being offered. 

“Um,” he turned slightly but kept his eyes on Roach’s for a long moment, “I’ll be upstairs if uh if anyone comes in for me.” He didn’t wait for a response before turning and starting up the stairs, his movement slow. He was in no rush. After all, he knew that with how business had been for him the past several months, he would have no clients until Price returned.

“Kamarov, huh?” Roach dropped the letter gently to his desk, his eyes tilting up toward Nikolai knowingly. Nik had no doubt that the man had known about the letter and its contents, but this was clearly the first he’d gotten the exact details of it. “He has always seemed to enjoy you more than a client strictly would.” A small teasing smile pulled at the edge of his lips, “You’re his bad boy aren’t you?” 

Nik could feel his face head up red and he gave a groan, burying his face in his hands as he did. “Please do not remind me,” he shook his head lightly, an almost choked laugh leaving his throat, “The man is interesting, that is for certain.”

Roach hummed, an amused smile still painting his lips, “Interesting is certainly one way to describe it. Interesting and offering you…something good. Something sustainable.” Nikolai wanted to sigh at those words, but instead, he just rubbed tiredly at his face again. They both knew what this conversation was, so he supposed that there was no reason to draw it out. 

“Yes,” he agreed finally, straightening up in his seat so that he was sitting tall. It helped to make him feel more confident than he truly was with the decision. “It’s a good deal for me, I’ll be taken care of, have a stipend. A house. I would be a fool to refuse the offer.”

“You will be married,” Roach stated plainly. He tilted the letter toward him with his finger, his eyes tracing over it once again, “Not only married but married to a client. There is more to consider than what money it will afford you.” He leaned forward, tilting himself so that his arms were against the desk and he could lean closer to Nik across the table. Nik knew exactly what he was going to say before he spoke. “Price,” his face softened, “you know that, I mean you understand that-”

“It will be the end of my relationship with him,” Nik leaned back in his seat, trying to breathe through the thought. He started tapping his heel, needing some way to get the anxious energy out of his body. “I’ve thought it through…I think it's for the best.” 

“You love him,” Roach spoke the words plainly, as though they weren’t digging into his heart.

“I do,” Nik confirmed. There was no point denying it, no point hiding it. They both knew. Nikolai had never been able to hide it, it was practically ingrained into his bones with how deep it ran. There was quiet that fell over the two before Nik confessed, “I know he’s been paying.”

He looked away from Roach but he could still feel the younger man’s gaze burning into his skin. Seconds ticked past with no response, but he could hear the way that Roach tapped his fingers against his desk, a nervous habit of his that Nik had picked up on only months after being brought under his service. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Nikolai answered carefully. “I should have known. Things haven’t been the same between us for…too long.” 

“He loves you.” 

Those words did pull a stuttered breath from Nikolai’s lungs. He had to grip tight to the arm of the chair he was in just to pull himself back together enough to respond. “He did,” he agreed, “at one point he did. Now is different, something is different. Our chance, my chance is gone. This is my last option.” 

Roach joined his hands together, twirling his thumbs around one another for a long moment before he asked, “You’re not here to talk this through, are you? You’ve already made up your mind?” All he received in response was a quick nod from Nikolai. Silence sat between the two for a long moment. Roach didn’t look particularly happy, but as usual, he would support his workers, no matter what. “When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow afternoon,” Nikolai answered easily. “A um, a stagecoach will pick me up and take me to the next town over. I’ll leave on the train in the morning.” He hesitated for a moment before explaining, “I’ve already started clearing out my room.” 

“Right then,” Roach cleared his throat and leaned back in his seat. Nikolai thought that he was trying distinctly to look unbothered by what he’d just been told. “I supposed congratulations are in order then,” he gave him a small smile, “I’ll be sad not to have you around, but I’m happy for you all the same.”

“Thank you,” Nikolai gave him a small nod and a soft smile and that was all there was to it. Nik had made his decision. Roach respected that. 

Price and his boys didn’t get back until hours after Nikolai had left. It was almost perfectly timed just the way that they’d missed one another. One would have almost thought that it was planned. It didn’t matter if it was or wasn’t, in the end, what mattered was that Price didn’t arrive back at the Silk House until Nikolai was already gone. 

He came in like he normally would, moments after his boys had stepped inside, only this time things were different. Rather than the three men gathered around the bar with Soap and Ghost trying desperately to hold Roach’s attention, rather than Gaz leaning over the bar so that he could watch Jackson mix drinks together as he flirted, all three of the men were gathered together. They were gathered together in front of Roach, with wide eyes and something that spelled trouble on their faces.

He made a line to the group immediately, forgoing his usual path straight up to Nikolai’s room. “What’s happened?” He asked when he was close enough. Immediately he had the eyes of the little group on him. Roach looked the most normal out of them, but even he noticed his clenched jaw and the way he wouldn’t fully meet his eyes. 

“Cap,” Gaz started. His voice broke toward the end and he snapped his mouth shut, looking away as though he couldn’t physically bring himself to explain. Price looked between the group, dread building in his gut. They’d all been their usual excited selves when they’d arrived, he couldn’t understand what had changed. 

“What?” He tried again, his voice more serious. He needed someone to explain what had happened. To explain why they were all looking at him like he might collapse before their eyes. 

“Price,” it was Roach who finally spoke, Price thought he should have suspected it would be him able to piece himself together enough to explain, “Nikolai isn’t here.” 

Price blinked at him, trying to figure out why that was such a big deal. So Nikolai wasn’t there, Price would just wait for him to get back from whatever errand he was running. He’d done it before and Nik never seemed to mind finding him waiting on his bed, spread out and waiting for him. “That’s all?” He started, “Why are you-”

“Nikolai left,” Roach explained. He met Price’s eyes carefully and with a sudden, startling, and overwhelming clarity, Price understood what he was trying to say. Dread crept up his spine and seemed to slither around his body in long tendrils. They wrapped around his throat and sat there as a burning presence for several moments. Roach straightened up before adding, “He’s getting married.” 

The tendrils tightened, and with it, Price felt he could no longer breathe.

“You’ve been so stressed lately, dusha moya,” Nikolai muttered the words against his skin, his teeth and tongue teasing over Price’s hip. A moment later and he fixed his mouth in one place to begin sucking a mark there, pulling a low groan from Price’s mouth. Once he’d left a healthy bruise in his wake, he returned to licking and teasing the skin with his teeth. “I can feel it.”

He traced his lips up the line of Price’s body, stopping temporarily to tease and suck at his nipples, causing Price to quickly bury a hand in his hair, trying to tug him closer as he arched up into the touch. He could feel Nik chuckling against his skin. “What has you so stressed right now? Hmm?” 

Price gasped as Nik continued his path up his body, tracing slow kisses along his neck as he did. Finally, those kisses traced over his chin before finding his lips. The kiss was a slow thing, slow and deep. Price allowed Nik his control this time and only whimpered when the other man grabbed his chin to tilt his head just how he wanted him. It only made everything feel that much more intense. 

Nikolai moved his leg, pressing his thigh right against Price’s hard and dripping length, pulling a moan from his lips just as he opened his mouth to respond. Nik continued his assault on Price’s skin, pressing his adoration into every touch, stroke, and tease. He wanted more than anything for the man beneath him to feel how he felt for him, to understand just how much he was adored. 

“I,” Price tilted his head back again and bucked his hips against Nikolai’s thigh, moaning at the resulting friction that came from the move, “Did you know that you make it so difficult to focus?” Price’s skin felt hot as Nik gave a rumbling chuckle against him, but his heart fluttered in his chest all the same. 

“I could say the same to you,” Nik responded easily. He nipped at Price’s neck, “You’re a lovely distraction though.” He let one of his hands trail over Price’s chest, feeling along the skin with a gentle, almost reverent, hand. 

Price used the hand that he had threaded through Nik’s hair to guide him down into another kiss. This one was slower, and wasn’t so much one kiss as several presses of their lips together, in a careful dance. After a moment, Price tugged back to press their forehead together, a press of skin as they locked eyes and slowly rutted against the other, shared gasps and moans spilling into the silence of the space between them. 

“Fuck,” Price pressed them closer, letting their lips hover together as the pleasure build between them. Now they shared the same breath, hardly any space between them as they continued rutting and writhing together. They were a mess of sweat and heat as they took pleasure in the friction of each other. “Just, oh fuck, just like that.” 

“Like this?” Nik rocked Price against just as he’d done moments before and with the answering moan he’d received, it was easy to just continue the movements. The feel of Price’s own body rubbing up against his hard cock made for a surge of mutual lust and pleasure. Neither of them wanted it to stop, so they didn’t, they just continued to press against the other and seek the warmth that was slowly searing through their veins to build a delicious pressure. 

Price came first, writhing and shaking in Nik’s hands as the other man continued to work him against his thigh, not letting up until he was collapsing on top of him with a gasp, his own finish finding him suddenly. It was a quick interaction, but something that both of them enjoyed. 

Soft kisses were shared between them, just a slow press of comforting lips as Nik whispered praises into Price's skin. “So good,” and “so perfect,” and “I love you.” Each spoken with a reverence and truth that left Price no choice but to believe it. Several quiet moments passed by like this, and Price enjoyed the feeling of being in Nikolai’s arms, of being close. It made him want…it made him wish…

“I quit,” he spoke quietly. 

Nikolai went quiet and, after a moment, he pulled back so he could look at Price. He hovered over him and watched him for a long moment, tilting his head at him carefully. “You quit?” He didn’t sound upset with him, he just sounded confused. “Why?”

“I can’t do anything as deputy,” Price spoke carefully, “the sheriff is on everyone’s payroll. He looks the other way for things. I…I can’t do that. So I quit.” 

Nik pushed himself back further until he was sitting back on his heels, looking down at Price. Price followed suit and used his hands to push himself up into a sitting position, watching Nik carefully. “Oh,” Price couldn’t read his face, “So…where will you go now? What will you do now?”

“I’m not sure,” Price leaned forward, trying to get closer to him, “I want to help people. I want to, I don’t know, try to fix things. But I don’t know how I’m going to do that yet.” 

“Well,” Nik reached out to brush a hand through his hair, “if anyone can do it, there’s no doubt in my mind that it will be you.” Price went hot at the words, a sense of pride running through him. Nikolai’s support meant more to him than anyone else's, having his support was exhilarating. 

Price thought then about what had been weighing on his mind recently. He would be leaving town which meant leaving Nikolai. Unless, well unless it didn’t. He loved the man, he adored him with every fiber of his being. Nikolai loved him. He didn’t doubt that. So, surely, Nikolai would be willing to come with him. 

“I wanted to ask,” Price moved closer and lifted a hand to cup Nikolai’s cheek, his thumb brushing over the skin as he did, “I love you and, and I don’t want to leave you.” Nikolai leaned into his hand, a relieved sigh leaving him as he heard Price’s words. “So, I was thinking, you should…you could come with me? Leave this and we could find something new together.” 

A quiet settled over the room. Price watched Nik’s face fall and he felt as the man slowly pulled away from his touch. Price could feel his heart sink into his chest before Nikolai even spoke. “John,” his voice was soft, like he was trying to offer comfort for the heartbreak he was about to give, “I can’t.” 

“Nik-”

“I love you,” Nik reached forward to run a hand over his shoulder, “but I can’t. I have to stay here, they won’t,” he cut himself off with a huff and muttered several words in Russian. “It isn’t, well, you know they have,” he gave another annoyed huff, unable to find the right words. He didn’t have to, Price understood him perfectly well. 

“Nik,” He reached out a hand and let it land on the man’s knee, “You don’t have to explain. I understand.” He hated to say it, but he understood perfectly well. Nikolai wouldn’t leave for him. Nik wanted to stay in the business. 

Nik gave him a terrible frown and Price could see tears gather in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “I’m sorry.”

Despite how bad his chest hurt, despite the devastation and heartbreak he felt, Price couldn’t stand to see Nik look so upset. “It’s alright,” he answered back, “I’m alright.”

He wasn’t alright, but he would say whatever he had to for Nikolai’s peace of mind. 

Price was a mess, a proper fucking mess. 

Bent over a bar with tears staining his face, his third drink in hand, he hated himself in that moment. He’d never wanted to get to this point, some depressed sop sitting at a bar filled with pity for themselves. He’d even taken to talking, just speaking words about his relationship with Nikolai through his tears. He thought he was truly pathetic, a true mess of a man. 

“Maybe we slow down with the drinks,” Roach watched with thinly veiled worry as he drained his third drink quickly, just the same as he’d done the first two. “I won’t have you puking on my floor.” 

Price could see the glance that the man shared with his boys, the worry that they all shared. Price thought they were right to worry, he honestly wasn’t sure how he was going to deal with this. It was always Nik that he thought about returning to. Always Nikolai who had him planning and carefully executing everything his team did. He needed to be careful so he could make it back, so he could see Nik again. Now? Now what did he have to be careful for?

“I thought he loved me,” Price leaned forward to bury his face in his arms, “I thought he loved me. Maybe not as much as I wanted him to, maybe not as much as I did, but I really thought he loved me.”

Roach’s attention left the boys and came back to him. Price could see him narrow his eyes down at him and straighten up taller. “Nik does love you,” he wrinkled his nose, “he thought you didn’t love him. That’s why he left.” 

“Why would he think that?” Price didn’t believe him. Why would Nik leave if he loved him? Why would Nik ever believe that he wasn’t so enamored with him? He’d asked him to leave all those years ago, it had been Nik who said no. “I made my feelings clear.”

“Yeah,” Roach snorted, “paying for him when he didn’t want you to certainly made those feelings clear.” His face was hard and Price once again found himself wondering what the man had against the idea of Price trying to help Nikolai out. He’d always paid for Nik and he’d only been told he didn’t have to when the other man started working at the Silk House. He wanted to pay because he wanted to help. Because he loved him.

Price shot him a glare, “I paid because I loved him. I wanted to take care of him, why don’t you seem to get that?” 

His words were snappy and Roach had no qualms snapping back, “Because to us you aren’t paying to take care of us, you’re paying to have us for a night.” He bared his teeth and, at that moment, Price remembered that the man in front of him wasn’t just the owner of the establishment, but was an entertainer and worker just as much as Nik was. “The message you send when you pay is that you are a client. Not a lover, not a friend, not someone who cares about the person you’re with, just another client who wants a warm place to stick their cock for the night.” 

Price gaped at the man for a long moment. He’d never considered it that way, he’d never thought how it might look to Nikolai or Roach. He’d just assumed…he’d just thought that he was helping. His intentions were good. He loved Nik and he wanted to care for him. A part of him felt embarrassed at the fact that Roach had needed to explain something so simple to him, another part of him felt like he needed to defend himself. 

“Even so,” Price grumbled out, “he was the one who chose this life over me. He turned me down when I asked him to leave with me, to build a life somewhere else with just the two of us.” He looked down at the bar, tracing his fingers over the counter in front of him with a low sigh. 

“What?” Roach turned away from him to reach back and start pouring him another drink, Price was grateful for it. “I seriously doubt Nik would do that.”

“He did, back when he worked at the other place.”

The glass of alcohol suddenly slammed down in front of him on the bar, spilling bits of the liquid onto the bar and soaking into his shirt. “Hey-!”

“What did you say?” Roach’s voice was tight and Price could see how tense the man was, how hard he was gripping the glass in front of him. Something about it spelled danger for him, but he continued nonetheless. 

“Back at the old place,” he started nervously, “I asked him to come with me and he turned me down. He chose the job over me, if he loved me-”

“You’re an idiot.” There was a moment of silence that hovered over the group. Price just looked at Roach, witnessing the rage that sat across his features. As usual, he couldn’t understand what it was that had earned him such ire from the younger man. 

“Roach,” That was Soap, his voice low and hesitant, as though he was also afraid to speak.

“No,” Roach cut him off with a short glare, “he’s an idiot.” he pulled the glass away from Price and turned to dump the contents out in a little bucket before setting the thing to the side to be cleaned. When he turned back, he made a point to wipe up the alcohol he’d spilled as he spoke, “Nik didn’t turn you down because he chose the job, he turned you down because he actually couldn’t leave. He was under contract.”

“Contract?” Price questioned slowly. There was something sick sitting in his throat, something that told him that Nik had been trying to explain something more than he thought back in that room. 

“That’s how some of the brothels get their workers,” Roach explained, glaring at his counter, “They trick you into a contract, you’re forced to work for them until you can pay them back. They make it near impossible to pay them back, you’re stuck. You try to run, well they’ve usually got the law in their pocket so you end up in jail or right back where you started.” 

Price swallowed harshly, a terrible sense of clarity hitting him. “But,” he started dumbly, “contracts like that are against the law.” 

Roach slammed his hand down on the bar, “Damn it, Price!” He leaned closer to him, glaring him down as he spoke, “When are you going to realize there is no law here? There’s only what your money can buy.” 

Price swallowed hard. It was a lesson he knew, one he’d been forced to learn many times over. When he was a deputy, when he’d trusted a man on a payroll, when he’d been forced to face an old friend on opposite sides, and now he was forced to learn it again. Only this time, it wasn’t because he’d been betrayed or let down, it was because he’d been naive. Too naive. 

Slowly, shakily, he pushed himself up from his seat at the bar. He had to go. He had to find Nik. “I,” he took in a shaky breath as he looked up at Roach, “I have to-”

“Go,” Roach nodded to him, “drinks are on the house.” Roach turned to his boys then, “You lot go with him. He’s three drinks deep with a train to catch and I’ll be damned if he misses it and the man he loves because of it.” His eyes lingered over Soap and Ghost for a moment before he turned back to Price, “Get out of my bar.” 

Price listened. 

Price didn’t stop for anything the entire night. From the moment he got back on his horse to the moment that he could see that little town in the distance where the train station was, he never once considered stopping. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t stop until he’d spoken to Nik. Stopped him from getting on that train or spilled his guts to him and let him decide what to do from there. 

It was quite possibly the most stressful ride of Price’s life and, as the sun started rising over the small town he pushed his horse harder. He would need to give her a long rest after the night, but for now, he encouraged her to push from the steady trot she’d been at all night into a full run. He knew Nik’s train would be taking off soon. He didn’t have much time left. 

As soon as he reached the station he was off of his horse. His feet hit the ground before she fully stopped moving and soon he was wrapping her lead tight around a post and whispering a quick, “Stay put,” to her before taking off. 

He weaved through crowds of people as fast as he could, shoving at some people where it was necessary. Of course, there were many angry shouts toward him and a few people who shoved him back, but he hardly paid them any mind as he started scanning the long lines of people filing onto the train. 

Everything was so chaotic with people constantly moving and talking as they filed on board, Price felt lost just as much as he felt desperate and panicked. He needed to move quicker, at this rate Nik was likely already on the train. It was that thought that had him pushing past the line of people and shoving the ticket collector out of his way so that he could jump onto the train in a rush. 

He could hear people shouting behind him, likely chasing after him to try and remove him from the train but he pressed on. He pushed past people, rushing through the cart and checking every seat as he moved. He jumped to the next cart just as easily, even as he could hear the ticket collectors getting closer to him, calling for him to stop and demanding that he get off the train at once. 

It wasn’t until the third cart that he finally found Nikolai. It was a nicer cart, much less crowded, so he had no problem spotting the head of dark hair at the back. Nik wasn’t looking at him, he was sitting next to some man whom Price didn’t recognize, speaking quietly. 

He moved quickly down the aisle of the train before calling, “Nik!” He watched Nikolai look up at him, his eyes widening and his mouth forming the shape of his name. He felt relief for one slow moment before he was grabbed roughly from behind and restrained by two of the ticket takers. He struggled against him as they yanked him out of the cart, even managing to get a good hit on one of the men. In the end, though, it was fruitless and he was tossed off of the train and back onto the platform. 

He tried several more times to get back on the train, but now that he’d done it once he had men watching him. Station security and the ticket takers had him in their sights and he never managed to get close to the train again. It was much easier for them to watch him once most of the passengers had boarded and, before long, the train was taking off as one of the security men pushed him toward the front of the station to make him leave. He was powerless to do anything other than watch the train leave, taking Nik with it. 

By the time the boys caught up with him, he was sitting on the front steps of the station, his head buried in his hands as tears leaked from his eyes. He wiped them away carefully as the three men approached him, sorry looks on their faces. They knew he’d missed him. It would be clear for anyone to see from the state of him. 

“Alright, Cap?” Gaz asked carefully, taking a step closer to him as he did. Price could only give a watery chuckle and shake his head. “I’m sorry.”

“I saw him,” Price explained, “I was so close. I was right there and I just…I didn’t even get to say goodbye.” He rubbed at his eyes again, feeling completely exhausted. He was sure this was the most weak he’d felt in his life. Nothing more than a shell of a man sitting on the steps of a train station, having lost one of the most important things in his life because of his own idiocy. “God, I’m an idiot.”

“I wouldn’t call you an idiot, though forcing your way onto a train certainly wasn’t the smartest thing you’ve done.” 

Price was on his feet in a second, whipping around to face the taller man in all of his glory. His heart beat quicker in his chest and, for a startling second, he thought that this couldn’t be real. That he was hallucinating. “Nik,” he breathed his name carefully, like he was afraid if he spoke it too loud the other man would disappear. 

“I,” Nik took several slow steps closer to him, “hope I didn’t get off of the train just for you to tell me goodbye?”

“No,” Price shook his head, stepping closer to him just the same, “No, I don’t have any intentions of saying goodbye. Not again.” He reached up to tangle his hand in Nikolai’s hair, using his grip to tug the other man down to his height. “I have something to ask you.” 

Nik’s breath caught in his throat and Price could feel as his hands settled over his hips, squeezing just slightly. “Ask me, then.” 

“Leave with me? Come with me?” He tilted his forehead against Nikolai’s as he waited for a response. With such limited proximity between them, it was as though they were sharing their air, sharing breaths. A grin pulled at Nikolai’s lips and, this time, he gave only a simple response to the question.

“Yes.”

“This was long overdue I think.” Price gave a content sigh, letting a hand run through Nik’s hair carefully, undoing any tangles that he could as the other man placed kisses along his hip. He gasped a bit as he felt Nik’s fingers teasing around his hole, moments later and the man’s other hand lifted to wrap around his hard cock, giving several steady strokes of his hand along the heated skin. 

Nik chuckled against him as he moaned and gasped, wiggling a bit when one of his fingers slipped inside of him to tease with slow thrusts and curls. “What, have I not fucked you enough?” Nik teased him, punctuating his words with another slow thrust of his finger, pulling a shaky moan from Price once again.

“You know,” he gasped as Nik sped both of his hands up, fucking into him that much quicker and matching those thrusts with the hand on his cock. “God, you know that isn’t what I meant. Fuck, another, I can take another.” 

Nik understood immediately what he was asking for and was quick to slowly push another oil-slicked finger in beside his first, slowly working his fingers in and out and stretching him open under his touch. He pressed a careful kiss to Price’s thigh as the man gasped and moaned, calling his name in a high voice. He was practically torturing him with his fingers, expertly stretching him and teasing him at the same time. 

With every slow pump of his fingers inside of him, he made a point to just brush against his prostate, teasing him by never giving any true stimulation to the nerves. It made Price squirm in his grasp and soon enough he was gasping the word, “Tease!” at him. Nikolai only chuckled and nipped at the skin of Price’s hip, biting down just enough to pull a yelp from him before laving his tongue over the skin. 

“I think I have the right to tease,” Nik commented, licking and sucking marks down Price’s leg and over his inner thighs. Finally, he let his tongue begin tracing over Price’s hard cock. He started by licking a stripe over his balls before continuing the move of his tongue all the way up the length of his cock. He slid a third finger in beside his first two, quickening his fingers to tease alongside his exploring tongue. 

“This is,” Price’s hips bucked up into Nikolai’s mouth as the other wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, “fuck, Nik! Please, god, just keep doing that!” He tilted his head back, panting harshly as the other man’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock. His hips continued to give little jumps into the warm sensation around his cock, but Nik didn’t seem to mind, sucking at him in time with his thrusts. “God, you’re so good at that,” Price whined.

Price tightened his hand in Nik’s hair, pulling a groan from the man around his cock and forcing his hips to jump up once again at the sensation. The move only made Nik give a short chuckle, and before Price could even think, the other man was pounding and twisting his fingers inside of him as he moaned with his mouth around his cock. It was overwhelming in the best way.

The heat in Price’s body seemed to only increase, arousal spilling down his spine to pool in his gut until he was an aching whining mess. Nik was working him closer and closer to his end with every moan and flick of his tongue. Then there were his fingers, still just teasing over his prostate in a too much and yet not enough move. Price had half a mind to reach down and hold Nik’s arm steady as he fucked himself on his fingers, but he knew that Nikolai wouldn’t allow the move. 

So, instead, he tugged at Nik’s hair again and bucked into his mouth, moaning several expletives around the near chant of Nik’s name. “Nik, Nik, fuck need, oh fuck! Nik please!” Nikolai’s free hand grasped at his thigh and gave a quick squeeze in response to his begging. Soon, that hand was helping him buck up, encouraging him to fuck his mouth as his fingers continued to stretch and tease him open. 

Price could hardly speak, only able to push out harsh gasps and high moans as he took what Nik gave him. It wasn’t long until his legs were shaking and his hips lost the rhythm they’d been keeping. He knew he was close, and he couldn’t help but tug at Nik’s hair again as he shook, trying to get the other man to move faster and help him find the release that he craved so much. Instead, what he received was Nik pulling his fingers out of him and pulling off of his cock with a quiet pop. 

“Nik,” Price tossed his head back against the pillows of the bed with a groan, the pleasure that had been building inside of him slowly ebbing away as he did, “God you’re so mean.”

Nik leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips in response, his own hard cock pressing up against Price’s ass as he did so. “Sorry, dusha moya.” He pressed another sweet kiss to his lips before rutting his cock against Price’s ass, pulling a slow moan from his lips. “But,” he traced kisses down Price’s neck, “When you cum, I want it to be on my cock. Yes?” 

Price could only moan at the words and nod his head rapidly, heat rushing through him at the thought. He was quick to wrap his arms around Nik’s neck and pull him back up to his lips for a desperate sloppy kiss. “Go on,” he muttered between kisses, “fuck me then.” 

Nik could only mutter out a desperate, “God yes,” against his lips before he was pulled back into a kiss. He wasted no time in guiding the tip of his cock between Price’s cheeks and pressing himself slowly against Price’s hole. At the first slip of his head inside of Price, they both broke apart to gasp.

Nik buried his face in Price’s neck, his breathing heavy as he slowly pushed into the man beneath him. Within several long moments, he’d managed to bury his cock fully inside of Price. The two men took several long moments to breathe, sharing the other’s space as they did. Nik pressed kisses along Price’s throat, tracing the line that he always took to explore down the other’s body. He waited patiently, waited for Price to be ready for him. 

“Please,” Price let his hands trace over Nik’s back, “come on, fuck me like I told you to.” That was all the permission that Nik needed. He pulled back, moving until there was only a bit of him still inside of Price. He sat like that for a long moment and Price nearly shook with anticipation before calling, “Come on- Fuck!”

Just like that, Nik slammed back inside of him, immediately setting a quick and harsh pace as he fucked into him. Price could only scramble for purchase, gripping and clawing at the skin of Nik’s back as the other man guided himself to hit expertly inside of him. Every thrust of his cock seemed to brush up against that spot inside of him and Price could have sworn that he was seeing stars. 

Nothing seemed to exist outside of the two men in that moment. It was just them and the steady rhythm that Nik set for them. Neither of them could stay quiet, moans and praises for the other dripping from their lips like the steady flow of a fountain. With every call of Nik’s name, Price received a desperate moan and a gasp of his name in return. It felt right for them, being pressed so close, enjoying the other's body and their skin and the calls of their name from the other’s lips. It was right where they belonged. 

“So good for me,” Nik muttered into Price’s ear, pressing kisses along his face as he did, “You feel so good, dusha moya, so good. So perfect. Just for me.” His hips sped up just a bit and, with the move, he began hitting Price’s prostate more directly, forcing a harsh gasp and moan from Price as pleasure began to rapidly build inside of him. 

“God, fuck, Nik! Keep, yes, yes, yes, keep going, keep going just like that!” Price pulled the man’s body against his harder, his head tossed back to give the other better access to his neck. “Just for you,” he managed to mutter between the haze in his mind and the building desire in him. It was getting harder to focus and he knew that with how close he’d been earlier, he likely wouldn’t last very much longer. “Just for you.” 

Nik groaned at his words and, before long, the two of them were able to do nothing more than moan, their noises mixing into the chorus of skin-slapping skin as their hips met with a bruising strength. As Price grew closer and closer to his end, he was only able to gasp and moan, tugging at Nik’s arms and his hips to try and communicate his needs. 

Though he couldn’t say anything, Nik seemed to understand his predicament and soon he was slamming his hips into him, increasing the intensity of their coupling and sending Price hurtling over the edge with only a few quick thrusts. Price could do nothing but cry out Nik’s name, his body shaking around the continuing force of pleasure as Nik continued to thrust inside of him, seeking his own finish. 

He found it moments later, with Price clenching down around him as he thrust inside of him. He came with a moan of Price’s name as his hips continued to shallowly fucking into the man beneath him, cum seeping out around his cock as he fucked it into the man. 

When he finally stopped, the two of them were left with a comfortable quiet. The only sounds in the room were of their heavy breathing, both of them trying to catch their breath as their bodies tingled with the remnants of their orgasm. Neither of them spoke for several long moments, they didn’t even try, they just let the moment settle and enjoyed the quiet peace that they afforded each other. 

It was Nik who broke the silence. He spoke between presses of his lips to Price’s skin, reverently tracing a path up to his lips. “I adore you,” he pressed a slow deep kiss against Price, their mouths immediately molding together in a way that spoke of the familiarity they shared with each other. “I love you.” 

Price didn’t have to hide his response now. Between slow kisses, he returned the words, “I love you.” And there could be no doubt that he did. 

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Sth cute with sancho where he takes you know your first ever date

Cheers to Many More

ahh thank you for this request<33

this was in my drafts for almost a year 😭

y/n: your name

2nd person pov

“Ellie! Do I look okay?” You asked your best friend as you curled your hair.

Ellie rolled her eyes, “Y/N! How many times do I have to tell you that you look amaz-”

You quickly turned around after she stopped speaking mid sentence.

“What?” You questioned, panic rising in your voice.

“Your hair is already curly and you’re seriously curling your hair.” Ellie deadpanned.

“I don’t know I thought it’d look cute.” You justified.

“Don’t even know who this boy is yet he’s already got you acting senseless.” Ellie shook her head.

“Ellie!” You scolded.

“What? Its true. Everyone’s a fool when it comes to love.” Ellie quoted.

“What would you know? You’ve never been in a relationship.” You teased.

“And neither have you.” Ellie shot back.

“At least I’m making an effort. Can you hand me my converse too please?” You asked, gesturing at the white shoes.

Once you were done with your hair you grabbed a pair of high waisted mom jeans. They were a nice light denim shade and fit loosely for optimal comfort. In addition, you chose a v-neck, dusty pink speckled smocked long sleeve top.

Looking at the clock you cursed as you realised you’d soon be running late. You changed very quickly, grabbed your coat and purse with all your necessities in it.

You ran to open the door and was about to slip outside before a voice popped up out of nowhere.

“He’s not picking you up?” Ellie furrowed her eyebrows.

“Uhh no, we agreed to meet at the cafe. I didn’t want to be picked up just yet.” You informed.

“Safety reasons. Smart move. Okay now go! I want all the details when you get home!” Ellie called as you left.

Seeing as it was getting dark, you called for an Uber to take you to the quaint little cafe.

Fifteen minutes later, in your Uber, you tried to stop from panicking as you were on your way to your destination.

The Uber driver was able to identify your worry as well.

“You alright miss?” He asked with concern.

You shot him a bright smile, “Oh yes. Sorry, just first date jitters.”

“Nothing to worry about. I’m sure you’ll be fine.” he comforted.

“Thank you. I’m sure I’ll be fine by the time we get there.” You mumbled.

“I believe so too because here we are.” The driver announced, pulling into a spot on the side of a busy little street.

“Thank you so much.” You breathed before exiting the Uber and entering the cafe.

Upon walking in the cafe, your jaw dropped at realising it was no cutesy little nook.

The cafe was rather upscale and looked way too fancy to be anything you’ve ever stepped foot in. As you looked around you saw everyone in much more formal attire in comparison to your jeans and converse outfit.

“Miss. Do you have a reservation?” the hostess politely asked.

You didn’t know that cafes took reservations.

“Uhhh I’m meeting someone. Probably under Sancho for the surname?” You guessed.

The hostess nodded with a wave of recognition.

“Ahh yes, we‘ve been expecting you Miss Y/F/N Y/L/N. Please follow me.” You were instructed.

As you walked on you found it hard to pry your eyes away from everything going on around you. There was just so much to look at.

A smile found its way onto your face as you saw your date sitting at the table, scrolling through his phone. The hostess left you be as you made your way over to the table, Jadon looking up when he heard footsteps.

He immediately grinned and gave you a big hug, pulling out your chair for you like a true gentleman.

“So how are you?” He eagerly asked.

“Good. How about you?” You responded.

“Better now that youre here.” he replied earnestly.

You looked down at your lap as you felt your face turn red.

“Aww did I make ya blush?” He chuckled.

“What? No obviously not.” You defended, embarrassed out of your mind.

Jadon smirked, sipping his glass of water.

“So how’s your cousin?” He asked with a look of genuine care.

“She’s great, thank you so much. What you did meant the world to her.” You answered.

“Don‘t sweat it. Plus, it was a pleasure to meet both of you.” Jadon smiled.

Two weeks ago, you and your fourteen year old cousin, Gracie had spent the day walking about Manchester, shopping, eating and just having fun. While in one of the stores, Gracie squealed once she thought she saw Jadon Sancho. She made you stay in the store until her suspicions were confirmed when a few others stated asking for pictures, tickets, and autographs.

So, she made you go up to young footballer with her and get his signature and pictures with him. He even gave her a signed shirt. You appreciated the kind gesture but what you didn’t know was that you had caught Jadon’s eye.

So he asked for your Instagram with no hesitance at all. You were only persuaded to do so once you saw the encouraging look on your younger cousin’s face.

Later that day, your cousin would claim that he was obviously into you and would probably become your boyfriend in the near future.

You shook your head and laughed at Gracie’s prediction. However, when you and Jadon began to message each other everyday, it was no longer you laughing.

Back to present day you sat nervously in your sit just as Jadon looked up from his menu.

Clearing your throat you began speaking, “So uh, I saw your match today.”

Jadon’s ears perked up at that like a dog.

“You watched the match? Thought you didn’t like football” He smiled softly.

You laughed, “Gracie convinced me too. Surprisingly it wasn’t boring. You had a pretty nice goal too.”

Jadon’s smile turned into a grin at that.

“Well, I feel very privileged that you watched football for me.”

“Now, tell me about your day.” Jadon suggested, covering your hand with his.

You began blushing more at the contact. What was it about this man that made you feel so warm inside? With butterflies in your stomach.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Not much. Some errands, uni work, and then I watched Gilmore Girls for the rest of the day.”

Jadon’s mouth dropped open.

“You watch Gilmore Girls too?” He questioned.

This time it was your turn to be in shock.

“Jadon, you watch Gilmore Girls?” You asked.

For some reason, Jadon and Gilmore Girls did not seem to go together.

“Of course I do! Team Jess for life!” He cheered.

You would’ve pinned him as a Jess person. However, you yourself strongly had team Logan preferences. Through the rest of the night, there was no awkward pauses at all. You found yourselves having a lot more in common than you once thought. In started with arguing about Gilmore Girls opinions all the way to talking about both of your loves for travel.

By the end of the night, it was clear you were both enamoured with each other. Walking out of the restaurant you were about to, sadly, go your own ways before Jadon grabbed your arm.

“Come back to my place would you?” He whispered in your ear.

You shivered at his voice. But there wasn’t anything you wanted more. You grinned and nodded at him. Jadon wrapped his arm around your shoulders and your arm around his waist as you both walked into the cold night, giggling amongst yourselves.

It was young love in its finest form.

[bluedragonbooks]

Adjacent 10 of 25

Over the last 6 weeks, Elric often strode ahead while the Wizard and I followed at a more measured pace; we usually caught up to him when he paused to murder a bush or assault a haystack.

Once Gerry joined us, it seemed to spur Elric on and vice versa; we spent the day with them racing ahead, only to find them sparring with sticks or doing push-ups or whatever a few minutes later.

At one point the Wizard had watched them thru his lenses for a while. "Whatever enchantment you used on him has left; be assured - whatever he feels for you is genuine; be gentle with him - you're his first love, am I correct?"

"Yes, I still feel guilty for bewitching him."

"He was eager enough; all you did was ease his shyness; I'm sure that had time and urgency not forced your hand the outcome would be the same. The next town is two days away; I have friend I wish to visit - a seer; We'll be stopping for at least two days; My friend is younger and will have desires I am unable to satisfy, so Elric will no doubt be invited to her room. I'll arrange for you and Gerry to share a room; a bit of privacy and the lack of other agendas should help clarify the matter."

Oh goody, looking forward to that; nothing like being expected to perform under the watchful eye of an elderly matchmaker ... Fuck.

...

Elric's blunter version was delivered as we made camp that night and got ready for dinner; he took me aside and said, "He wants you to fuck him; but he's too shy to ask; He's done you, now it's your turn to do him."

For a moment I wondered if Elric had only pretended to be asleep back at the guardhouse; but I knew that snore. Maybe Gerry had told him. "Did he actually say that?"

"No, but he looks at your dick every chance he gets; when a girl looks at me like that, I know she's wet for it. Besides, I could always tell when the blacksmiths boy had paid a visit and put it in you, you’d get this dreamy look and sigh a lot."

"You was sighing plenty the next day, and you had that big stupid grin, despite all the trouble we was in; so I'm guessing he's got a biggun and he gave it to you good." My face flushed red hot.

"Ha, thought so, I got you a good one, you're blushing like a virgin."

Dammit!

...

"Ooh, Stop, STOP - It tickles too much" Gerry giggled and squirmed.

I'd been exploring his naked body with my tongue; turns out he was insanely ticklish.

"How about here?" I lowered my mouth and sucked. The reaction was immediate and productive.

"Oh GOD ... Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it in your mouth; you surprised me ... no-one’s ever ..."

"It's ok, I don't mind; I like it; It's not like I didn't want it."

"But doesn't it taste ... yucky?"

"You mean you've never tasted your own - off your hand?"

"No"

"Wow, you really are an innocent; you want to suck mine?"

"Um, ok, I suppose, just give me warning when you ... you know."

"Probably better if I don't."

...

"You done him yet?" asked Elric at breakfast. "Didn't sound like it."

There's no point being subtle with Elric, I knew he'd just keep asking.

"Waiting for the next town. A bath and a proper bed."

"Ooh fancy; fair enough tho; you getting him some flowers and a stinky candle too? He'll probably like that."

"Piss off Elric." He laughed and punched me lightly in the arm.

...

Turns out he’s not only insanely ticklish, but insanely noisy. I got the giggles and nearly couldn’t finish.

After I finished fucking him, and we'd got our breath back he said, “do you think anyone heard?”

The walls of the seer’s house were only lath and daub; “The whole fucking street heard” said Elric from the other side of the wall.

...

Breakfast was surreal; the Seer was dreamy-eyed and sighed a lot; Elric grinned like fool, alternating between winking at me and nudging Gerry; who flushed a bright pink while staring intently at his porridge as if divining some great portent.

Instead of the usual thin gruel, the table was graced with a hearty porridge, bread and oil to dip it in, slices of cheese, fruit, and even a smoked fish. The Wizard appeared inordinately pleased with himself.

I glared at him and mentally dared him to say anything.

“A hearty breakfast for the road ahead; just what growing lads need after a good nights sleep.”

I almost stabbed him with my spoon.

...

So far Elric's "Quest" had "accomplished" exactly three kills in seven weeks.

An enchanted boar so fixated on it' task the poor beast had worn a path around it's Lords forest;

An aging Wyvern that took a lamb and probably would have died of exertion or choked to death on lamb’s wool if Elric hadn't put it out of its misery; and

A small kitten sized beasty I couldn't identify, driven mad with lust for Elric's boot when we stopped for lunch.

"When will we get to the good stuff" whined Elric to the Wizard, while wiping green beasty goo off his sword and onto a patch of grass.

"Patience young Champion, we have 4 months yet to get to the Western Sea; as long as we get there before the Winter Solstice, there's plenty of time for adventures yet."

I groaned inwardly. We'd set out at Summer Solstice, and we wouldn't get there until the Winter Solstice? Which meant we likely wouldn't get home until the next Summer Solstice?

This damn Quest better be worth it or I'd be boiling the old bird down for his tallow. I wonder what price genuine Wizard Tallow fetched on the Apothecary market.

Not that you'd probably get much out of him; he was old and stringy and didn't seem to have much fat on him; and he was ancient; I mean he must have been at least 50 years old.

Have I mentioned his knees? Most villages are a days travel apart for a merchant with 2 horses and a well-stocked wagon.

Why? Because Merchants don't want to be camping on the side of a road overnight with a well-stocked wagon; you have to pay a night-guard.

Most people can keep up with a well-stocked wagon and 2 horses even on foot; especially if you've had 7 weeks to get used to it.

Elderly Wizards with dodgy knees apparently take 2 days to cover the same distance; well, 2 6-hour days if you don't mind starting late and don't include stopping for a leisurely lunch in the heat of the day.

Mind you, it meant we arrived early enough on the second day to have our pick of lodgings, and it gave me a chance to barter and reprovision.

About every third village seemed to be a trading hub, which usually meant it had a Wizards Guild, which meant we could get a proper bed and usually stayed an extra night.

Neither Gerry nor I minded that; better than fucking on cold hard ground.

Gerry had got over his initial boisterousness, which meant we could take turns enjoying each other without making a laughingstock of ourselves.

Tho, he still tended to blush madly if I'd fucked him the night before, and Elric even glanced at him at breakfast.

[self-shipping-selfcare]

Falling in Love With You | Basil x Amber

✎Self Indulgent

✎Fluffy

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Basil is staying in a hotel in London. His so-called, "arch nemesis," lives in their lair which is supposedly close by the hotel, reason why he's staying there in the first place. He walks into his hotel room, tired and worn out for the day. He looks over on the bed and stops, seeing a gift box on it. He reads the note in his head.

Basil of Baker Street

I heard your violin was broken, so I bought you a new one for you. I hope you like it~

Sincerely, your secret admirer♡

Who is this "secret admirer" and how did they know his violin was broken? Basil sets those questions aside and opens the box, revealing a beautifully made violin. He gasps softly and picks it up, inspecting it closely. It was beautifully handcrafted with some gold engraved into it in a beautiful design. It's clear it was handcrafted especially for him. He sets it down gently and inspects the letter, trying to figure out who wrote it. There are very few choices who it could be and he honestly hopes it's a certain mouse...

The handwriting on the letter looks as if it was written by someone who usually has messy handwriting but tried to write in a somewhat readable and formal font. Basil immediately recognizes this handwriting, it's from the very mouse he came here for.

Basil grins and sets down the letter, picking up the violin and tuning it until it sounds perfect. He steps outside on the balcony, wanting to play in the moonlight.

Nearby is Amber, Basil's so-called, "arch nemesis," who's hiding behind a wall. They hope Basil didn't see her place his gift in his room...

Amber is about to walk away before they hear the sound of a violin playing. They stop, looking up and seeing Basil playing his new violin. It sounds absolutely beautiful...like a mellow song.

"Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can't help

Falling in love with you..." Basil begins to sing. His singing voice is absolutely beautiful and heavenly, it makes their heart flutter like the butterflies in their stomach.

"Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can't help

Falling in love with you..." Wait, is Basil singing about Amber? That can't be...can it?

"Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be..." He has to be singing about them, right? There's no way he could be singing about anyone else...right?

"Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can't help

Falling in love with you

For I can't help...

Falling in love...

With...

You..." Basil finishes singing on a beautiful note, letting out a sigh of blissfulness with a grin on his lips. He looks at the violin again and traces the gold design with his finger, feeling the soft materials of the violin.

Amber is blushing a bright red, trying so hard to not make any flustered noises. They're grinning widely, extremely flustered and happy. Now, they're usually very insecure and wouldn't assume something such as the person they're in love with would sing a love song about them, but there's no way Basil could've been singing about anyone else. But they still has a small doubt in their mind...

Amber quickly sneaks away, off towards their lair with a love-struck grin still plastered on their lips.

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[lightsovermonaco]

Body Shots (Pierre Gasly)

Inspired by (and beta read) by the amazing @limp-wrist-max​ thank you Mea! 

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Recommended song: “Lucky You” by Sim Dane

Vacationing in Milan had its perks. Fine dining, luxury stores that were prime for window shopping, and the proximity to your best friend, to name a few.

When you'd touched down in Milan you had had no intentions of visiting Pierre. You had just finished your exams for your summer class and had a week before the next semester started up, so you had simply booked the cheapest ticket and boarded a plane. 

The intent had been to have some good wine, good food and unwind. Pierre saw your Instagram story minutes after you posted it and recognized the bakery you stopped at for lunch. And once he found out you were only a few minutes away from that weekend's grand prix, he had ideas that didn't involve you reading a novel all day.

Pierre had insisted that a last minute cancelation by a family friend had left a paddock pass unclaimed and had suggested you take it.

"You're my best friend, it'll be fun to have you experience a weekend through my eyes for once instead of sitting in the stands. Come visit me."

Something in the inflection of his voice made the simple request rub you raw. He missed you. It had been months since your last get together and you couldn't blame him. The last year had been rough for him and he  rarely had anyone physically at his side to help him through it.

Inviting you instead of one of his parents was about more than your current proximity to the track. He hadn't missed a beat in asking you, not hesitating to consider anyone else being with him this weekend.

Your stomach had turned as you climbed in a cab Sunday morning, not out of fear of something going wrong but because of the nagging feeling that something was about to change.

You'd known Pierre since you were kids. Your brother had raced in karting before pursuing another dream, but in the few short years you'd hung around European tracks you had managed to forge a bond with one of your brother's rivals. That friendship carried on regardless of the distance that separated you, kept alive by visits in the off season and once a year trips to the racetrack at Silverstone.

Pierre met you at the gates and you had barely seen him since.

A decent qualifying session saw the Frenchman start P10 on Sunday's race. He didn't hide the fact that he was disappointed, but come time for his final meeting with the team you'd never guess he was anything but ecstatic.

You had to be conscious about your mouth hanging open when Pierre stepped into the garage in his fireproofs with his suit half undone. The tuft of blond hair peeking through his backwards cap floats on an invisible breeze and he bounces on his toes. His brow furrows when he is handed a data sheet, listening intently to what the engineer points out.

Butterflies riot in your stomach when Pierre catches you staring and winks. You pray he writes the blush on your cheeks off as the heat and he must, because he raises his eyebrows and flexes a bit.

You laugh to cover the way you want to do nothing but strip him out of that tight fitted white shirt. Your crush was getting out of hand. Pierre's shameless, friendly flirting only escalated matters.

You told yourself it was nothing. He was like this with every girl he met, making a fool of himself to earn a laugh. You were no different, except maybe that you were a constant where most other women only got to enjoy his playful personality for a short time.

You're treated to a few long minutes of watching Pierre prep to climb into the car before he's heading out on track to line up at the grid. 

The race starts off fine, Pierre's pace is better than expected. One of the Haas's breaks down at the pit entry and Pierre's strategist decides to bring him in for a fresh set of tires. A kiss seems like the proper reward for their stroke of brilliance, which affords Pierre the advantage when the pits close soon after. 

Restarting on lap 28 is nail biting. Hamilton, Stroll, and Pierre make up the podium places. The entire garage gasps when Stroll goes wide at turn four. Hamilton serves his penalty and Pierre inherits the lead. Sainz jumps on the opportunity to attack.

Pierre defends brilliantly until the final lap. The team erupts when he crosses the line first, bringing home the win.

Red, white and green confetti sticks to his skin as he sprays the champagne over all of you. In the heat of it all, Pierre sits on that top step and shakes his head. You already know that the photos of him being snapped from all angles will be gorgeous, the sun shining down on the first French grand prix winner in decades.

A legend in the minds of his people and in yours.

You could scarcely believe it yourself. Your best friend had finally, after years of being pushed down, won a grand prix at the temple of speed. Red Bull had been wrong, just as you'd insisted when Pierre cried over losing his seat and his friend in one weekend. But god, did Pierre rise above it all.

Pierre catches your gaze just before he leaves the podium. A lifetime of emotion swirls around him like an enigma, begging you to find out what it was hiding. Your wave is barely more than a lift of your hand but Pierre notes it nonetheless, tipping his trophy in your direction.

You wait patiently on the sidelines as Pierre poses for pictures with his team on and off the track. His attention constantly falls on you, his grin widening each time he sees you tucked under the arm of an enthusiastic mechanic or crew member. Alpha Tauri was a family and you were an honorary member thanks to your connection to their driver.

An action packed hour of cameras passes before Pierre is able to break away. As soon as he's given the go ahead he passes his trophy off and marching to you. You're both practically running by the time you meet in the middle. You crash into him and he lifts you off your feet in a crushing hug.

"You did it," you whisper, overwhelmed by his success now that you've gotten the chance to celebrate with him. "I'm so proud of you."

Pierre laughs as he sets you on your feet. His smile is wider than you've ever seen it and you're sure his cheeks must be sore.

"Wish they allowed us to bring a friend up there," Pierre says softly, a smile melting into a sly smirk. "Seeing you doused in champagne is an image I wouldn't forget."

You shake your head, caught up in his ceaseless flirting. He had no idea that his honeyed words and gentle touches lit something inside of you, rattling your brain and making it impossible to form a coherent sentence. Instead you snatch the black and gold Pirelli cap off his head and place it on your own, earning you a peal of laughter.

"Looks better on you anyway." Pierre runs a hand through his sweaty, champagne doused hair, leaving bits sticking up at odd angles.

Someone calls Pierre's name, far enough away that there's no rush. Pierre's hands remain planted on your waist and yours stay wrapped around his neck. By the way his bright blue eyes bore into yours, you swear he's thinking the same thing you are.

"Thank you for believing in me," he murmurs, gaze falling to your lips.

"I knew it was just a matter of time," you tell him, inching up on your tiptoes. Tempted by his win, you want to ruin the best friendship you've ever had. You want to discover if the lips you spend far too much time dreaming about felt as soft as they looked. You want to know how it feels to be lost in Pierre, newly minted race winner, and find out just how he dealt with the adrenaline and euphoria of his incredible drive.

"Well done mate!"

Max Verstappen startles the two of you apart. You take a healthy step back and drop your gaze to the ground to hide your burning cheeks.

"Thanks." Pierre accepts the Dutchman's embrace and claps him on the back. "Sucks I didn't get to fight you for it."

"There will be more chances in the future. And I didn't expect to see you here, that's a nice surprise." Max knocks you with his shoulder, tipping you off balance. On instinct you latch onto Pierre's arm to steady yourself. You wait a heartbeat too long to remove your hand and both of you find anywhere to look but each other.

"So where's the party?" You ask, searching for a distraction from the way your palm still burns.

"Definitely not at Red Bull." Max shudders and you laugh because that's what you do when someone is being over dramatic. It rings hollow in your ears.

"I hear there's a few guys with adjoining rooms at the hotel who bought plenty of booze," Pierre says. "You and Dan wanna come by?"

"Is that really a question?" Max grins, already typing out a text as Pierre feeds him the details.

**********

"You should do body shots," Max suggests, which earns a roaring laugh from Daniel and a half hearted one from Pierre.

"I don't think so," Pierre says, "there's no one here I trust enough to let that happen."

"Not even your best friend?" Max gestures to you and shoots you a wink when Pierre glances over. "I think she's trustworthy."

"No thanks." Pierre holds up his plastic cup and salutes Max before draining it to the dregs.

Pierre's immediate refusal hurt more than it probably should have. You hadn't expected him to jump at the offer but having him shut the idea down so thoroughly hadn't been what you wanted either.

Max notes your pouty lower lip and speaks on your behalf. "Come on mate," Max insists. "You just won your first prix, live a little! It's not like you've got anything to lose, she's your best friend."

"That's exactly why-"

"Shut up, it would be fun! Wouldn't it?" Max says this last bit to you, a wild grin on his face.

Max expects you to turn red and object. That was his end goal. But what the Dutchman hadn't counted on was how drunk you already were on Pierre. On his smile. On his bright blue eyes, swirling in the aftermath of his unlikely triumph. And mostly on the not-so-sneaky way he glances at you every few minutes.

"Let's do it."

Pierre blinks, searching your face for any sign of distress. "Wait, are you serious?"

"Yeah, why not?" You shrug, suddenly fearing that you'd read him wrong and he really was against this whole thing. "Unless you don't want to-"

"Get the vodka," Pierre interrupts, nodding to Max though his stare remains pinned on you. Pierre latches onto your wrist and drags you around the room until he finds a table long and sturdy enough for his liking. 

"This a good height for you?"

The coffee table is low enough that you'd have to kneel. Luckily getting on your knees isn't something you'd mind doing for Pierre. You lick your lips without thinking. Pierre's pupils blow wide, black swallowing the swirling oceans of blue.

"Sure," is all you manage.

"Good." Apparently neither of you were able to focus on speech. You work together to clear the empty plastic cups and used napkins from the surface. Your hands brush when you both reach for the last cup and you just catch the way Pierre's breath hitches.

You and Pierre have danced this dance since you were teenagers. Each of you knows the steps by heart. The only difference is tonight neither of you were poised to bow out before the final lift.

"Beep beep, bitches!" You yank your hand away when Max's shout reaches you. Pierre's hand lingers in front of him,  outstretched as if your palm remained grazing his thumb. 

Max holds the bottle of vodka over his head as he wades through the crowd. "You're all about to be very, very entertained."

"Where's your chaperone?" You ask Max, searching for Daniel in the low lighting. You press your palm to your thigh, dissipating Pierre's lingering heat.

The Dutchman waves you off. "Went to get us more drinks. Pierre, isn't it kinda hard to do body shots if you're still fully clothed?"

"Who says I'm the one getting undressed?"

Max's grin dimples his flushed cheeks. "I mean you can ask her to take her shirt off in front of all these people if you want to."

"No," Pierre responds quickly. "Fine. I'll do it."

When Pierre strips off his shirt he gets more than a few whistles from men and women alike. That tended to happen when someone was built like a Greek fucking god, you supposed. Whoever voted for People Magazine's "Sexiest Man Alive" and decided on Michael B. Jordan had clearly never laid eyes on Pierre, with his bronzed skin, endless expanses of muscle, and brilliant cheshire grin.

Michael B. Jordan who?

Pierre hands the team branded shirt off and lays out on the table. He pillows an arm under his head, bare bicep flexed as he gets comfortable. Leaning in to kiss along the hard muscle was out of the question, however tempting it was.

Pierre looks up expectantly. "You coming?" 

Holy shit, this was actually happening.

"Yeah, I'm coming." You sink to your knees and Pierre laughs.

"Up here." He pats his thigh with his free hand and beacons you forward. "Please."

Screw it, you've already thrown your friendship out the window. This night ended either in heartbreak or awkwardness, might as well get your money's worth.

A few whoops break out above the music. The bassline isn't the only thing thundering in your chest as you straddle Pierre's thighs, hands braced on his chest.

"Okay?" Pierre whispers for your ears only. You nod with what you hope is a charming smile.

"Alright move," Max says, shooing you back until you're resting on your haunches. Max flicks the cap off the bottle and you grab it to take a long sip.

Max gapes at you and you wipe a hand over your mouth. "Close your mouth, you'll catch flies."

Pierre's thighs tense beneath you in response to your bold declaration. Dozens of Pierre's friends and team members gather around. For all you care, Pierre is the only person in the room.

"Last chance to back out," Max warns. You're too busy tracking the drop of liquid that falls from the neck of the bottle to splash onto the crease of Pierre's abs to bother responding. 

"Pour it out." Pierre's chest sinks with his demand, doing nothing but sparking your imagination, creating images of him heaving beneath you. You'd sell your soul to recreate the way you're currently poised above Pierre's hips with a little less clothing and no audience.

Max gives up hope on you replying and dribbles the alcohol up Pierre's abdomen, stopping just below his pecks.

"Have at 'er-"

Your tongue is on Pierre's skin before Max has finished his sentence. You feel the muscle tense beneath your tongue, going rigid at the first contact. The burn of the vodka doesn't even register as you lap it up, catching the drips that fall over his sides. 

You aren't sure either of you is breathing. Salty sweat mingles with the sharpness of the alcohol, an afterthought barely worth mentioning.

Blame the liquid courage or blame the high from Pierre's win, but you were confident Pierre was enjoying this just as much as you. 

Planting a hand on Pierre's hip, you steal a glance up at him to find him locked on you. You take that as permission to continue, dragging your tongue flat up his stomach and continuing well past where the vodka had been poured. Up between his pecks, over the curve of his throat that bobs beneath your tongue, over his chin until you meet his lips, already parted and waiting. 

Neither of you pay the shouts cresting around you any heed. You've both waited too long for this, endured too many almosts and what ifs to let the opportunity slip through your fingers. Your sticky hands cradle Pierre's face, angling it in a way that's to your liking so you can explore more of his mouth. He tastes like whiskey and mint, the juxtaposition of hot and cold scattering your thoughts. One of Pierre's hands finds the nape of your neck when you gasp for air, refusing to let you end the moment.

And it's pure, unending bliss that floods your veins when he nips at your lower lip, swollen and surely reddened from his kiss. His thumb sweeps across the back of your neck while you both fight to catch the breath currently evading you.

Daydreams didn't hold a candle to the real thing. One taste and you were addicted, craving as much as Pierre was willing to give.  

"Hey," he murmurs, the corners of his mouth tugging up in a stupidly gorgeous smile.

"That was nice," you tease, tangling your fingers in the silky blond strands of his hair. "I wouldn't be opposed to doing it again."

"Me too. Maybe somewhere where it's just us though. I wouldn't want to scandalize my team any further." You manage to steal another sweet peck before Max hauls you off Pierre.

"Fucking finally," Daniel says, clapping when you're upright again. "Do you know how long I've been trying to orchestrate this? The two of you really are dumber than a box of rocks. I can't believe all it took was Max suggesting body shots to get you two to kiss."

The arm that wraps around your waist feels right. Pierre hasn't hugged you like this before, with his chin resting on your shoulder and his nose nuzzling your neck, but it already feels like home.

Pierre ignores Max completely in favor of pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. "Why don't we go back to my room? I'll pour more alcohol on myself if that's what it takes to convince you."

You're just about to take him up on the offer when one of his team members taps his shoulder. He glances at them impatiently, which the man thankfully doesn't take personally.

"They want some photos with you holding your trophy," he explains, handing a shirt and the star shaped interpretation of the Italian flag to Pierre. "It will only take a few minutes,  they promised not to keep you long."

Of course everyone knew exactly where your minds were. Sanity had long since left the premises, tangled up in crisp white sheets. Pierre's entire team and half the Red Bull garage had seen what had gone down while the prix winner was sprawled on that coffee table. There would be no chance of denying it in the morning. 

And while you'd never imagined that the first time you'd kiss your best friend would be directly preceded by licking copious amounts of shitty liquor off his super-heated skin, now that you'd experienced it any other way seems forgettable.

Pierre sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "I mean, I already have my trophy, but…" your stomach lurches when you realize he means you. Pierre catches the way your mouth hangs open and he shoots you a grin before accepting the real trophy.

"You carry it," he says, not giving you much of a choice as he thrusts it into your hands. "I'm occupied."

You're about to point out that his hands are, in fact, free and that the more likely reason for insisting you carry the trophy was his usual post-race laziness when he slings an arm around your shoulders and tucks you tight to his side.

"Is this okay?" Pierre asks when you involuntarily stiffen. God, it was more than okay, it was perfect, it had just caught you by surprise. You'd only kissed him a handful of minutes ago and Pierre was already wrapped around your finger, smitten as if you'd been a couple for years.

"Yeah no, it's perfect. Simply lovely," you say quickly, stumbling over your words.

"Can I kiss you again?"

Your answer comes in the form of a hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. You prop the trophy on your hip and smile up at your race winner.

"You don't have to ask that ever again. My answer is always yes."

[comfortwriting]

Tied To Me - F.W

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Fred Weasley x Fem Reader 

Prompt 102: Your cum flowed down his length, your insides starting to feel raw and sore from his cock pounding inside of you, you were feeling ravaged… and you were loving it.

Prompt 104: “Oh would you look at that” he laughed lightly “I can see my cock poke through your delicate stomach.”

Prompt 105: His warm sperm shot inside of your mouth, you swallowed it down, feeling it travel down your throat, filling you up.

Prompt 106: “Be careful” he warned you, fucking you faster “you know how bad I want to knock you up.”

About/Requested:  Fred and Y/N go out for a meal, Fred bumps into some investors who helped him out with his shop a few months back - the investors flirt with you and tell Fred you’re out of his league, when you get home - you’re in for the night of your life.

Warnings: 18+, smut, mention of food and eating, dirty talk/vulgar language, swearing, breeding kink, unprotected sex, belly bulging, oral (male receiving). 

"I can't believe I have never been here before, I can't believe I can actually afford this now!" Fred smiled widely, pride sparkling in his eyes.

He held your hand over the table in the warm and dimly lit muggle restaurant that played classical music during your stay. You smiled back at him and took a sip from your glass, swallowing the non-alcoholic cocktail.

"I'm so proud of you, Freddie." you stared into his prideful eyes and blushed as the waiter came over to take your orders, collecting your menus and walking off to communicate with the chefs.

"I couldn't have done it without you, love." Fred smiled, tracing circles into your palm "I'm really looking forward to our future, Y/N."

Your fancy, well presented, and mouth-watering dishes arrived, the two of you feeling slightly out of place surrounded by Rich families with perfect table etiquette and high class, a women sat across the room, playing with her pearl necklaces that rested upon her upper chest whilst her partner poured wine into his glass, the bottle costing more money than you had earned this month.

You and Fred ate your meals, discussing future plans, the taste of the food and how treats like these were more meaningful - although Fred insisted that you deserved more experiences like these and that he would make sure you experienced them more often now that his shop had become a huge success.

Drinking the last of your non-alcoholic cocktail, savouring the gorgeous taste of the raspberries, Fred asked for the bill which arrived just as fast as your drinks, he went bright red in the face realising he didn't completely understand muggle currency.

"Uh.." Fred couldn't look you in the eye, his embarrassment spreading across the room as other guests turned around to stare at him "Just give me one second."

Two tall men in suits were in the corner of the restaurant near the entrance door, talking to one another and pointing at your boyfriend when they spotted the back of his head.

"Fred-"

The two men walked through the restaurant, getting closer and closer to your table.

"I'm trying my best, Y/N," Fred stressed, staring at the change and pound notes in his wallet.

"Freddie, turn around!" You whispered, slightly worried and concerned for Fred's safety, the men looking rather intimidating in their suits, their hair slicked back with gel.

The taller man tapped on Fred's shoulder and spoke out in surprise, sounding rather surprised "Mr Weasley?!"

Fred turned around and burst into a cheeky grin, getting out of his seat and shaking their hands, getting stuck into an immediate conversation, you sat back in your chair and watched, slowly taking Fred's wallet, counting out the muggle money for him that he needed to hand to the waiter who stood behind the bar, cleaning glasses and speaking to other members of staff.

"Fancy seeing you here in a place like this!" the shorter man spoke out.

The taller man leant to the side, peering over at you whilst you counted the notes and getting the exact change of coins into the palm of your hand.

"Who is this stunning young woman?" he asked, walking over to you.

You stared up at the man who stared at you, not even two metres away from you.

"This is my girlfriend, Y/N." Fred smiled shyly, the shorter man next to him telling him how beautiful you are and how good you look tonight in your short and black, silk dress and red high heels that matched your lipstick.

"I'm Evan" The taller man outstretched his hand "It's a pleasure to meet you."

You went to grasp his hand to shake, Evan kissing you on the hand, instantly making Fred tick inside. The shorter bloke walked over and greeted you in the same way "and I'm Peter." he smiled, also kissing your hand.

Evan looked down at the notes and coins in your free hand, his mouth almost dropping to the floor "Oh Fred, you aren't making your girlfriend pay are you?"

Fred opened his mouth to speak but got cut off by his friend "It's on me, darling" he grinned pulling out a stack of notes, calling the waiter over "I'm paying for this lovely young ladies meal tonight, and her boyfriends."

The waiter accepted the cash and handed you and Fred tiny little mints for you to chew on as you left, Evan and Peter continuing to compliment you and stress how much you were out of Fred's league.

"Bloody hell! How did he manage to land you?"

"You've been dating for how long and he's not put a ring on your finger?"

"If you were my wife you'd be swept off your feet with children to look after!"

Fred wanted to rip their heads off, swing for them, demand that they clear off and never speak to either of you again - but no matter how infuriated and jealous he felt, he couldn't bring himself to do it; after all, Evan and Peter were the ones who invested in his business, to begin with.

Fred cleared his throat "I think it's time we were off, sweetheart" he pointed to the door with his thumb "got an early day tomorrow."

You nodded and put on your coat, pushing your chair in, Evan and Peter pulling you in for a hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek, encouraging you and Fred to meet them for a drink in Diagon Alley when you were available.

"Thank you again, Evan, for paying-"

"Don't mention it, Y/N! My treat!" he smiled, waving at you and your boyfriend.

"My Treat"

This pissed Fred off big time, this was supposed to be his night, treating you - not his investor swooping in and making him look like a right fool for not understanding muggle currency.

Fred grabbed hold of your hand and stormed out of the restaurant, both of you apparating home, the spinning and speed making you feel queasy and rather dizzy as you landed in your living room, falling on your sofa, the spinning slowing down and the three Fred's blending back into the one you loved.

Fred shook his head, an annoyed expression plastered across his face, he didn’t say a word and walked into the bathroom, getting himself ready for bed - Evan and Peter’s voices echoing in his mind, repeating everything they said.

“You’re too bloody good for him!”

“You’d be silly to stick around any longer without a ring on your finger.”

“I bet you’ll make a brilliant mother!”

“You’re punching, Fred, how did you manage to land her?”

“If I were you I’d propose already - before someone else snatches her.”

You walked into the large bathroom quietly, coming up behind Fred, wrapping your arms around him, resting your face against his back.

“Please talk to me,” you said softly “I don’t like it when you get in a mood and ignore me.”

Fred grumbled and unbuttoned his shirt, you pulled away and stood by his side, pulling on his arm.

“Please, Fred.”

Fred sighed and turned to look at you, shrugging off his shirt down his arms, catching it in one hand and placing it over the edge of the bath.

“I’m embarrassed, Y/N, I’m irritated, I’m pissed off.”

You nodded and stared at Fred’s chest, your eyes taking in every inch of his beautiful skin and perfect body shape.

“You shouldn’t be, Muggle money isn’t the easiest to work out - and Evan helped out anyway which was really sweet-”

“If you like him that much you should’ve gone home with him instead of me then.” He snapped, pulling his arm out of your hand and walking out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

You sighed and followed him, hearing the clunk of his belt hitting the floor and the zipper on his trousers being pulled down.

“Fred, I don’t understand why you’re in such a grump, you don’t need to be embarrassed, shit happens-”

“I’ve had to listen to two of my investors catch you up all night, hearing them express how much they want you, want to fuck you and get you pregnant, saying that I’m not good enough for you, how am I supposed to feel!?”

You didn’t answer, you didn’t know how to feel, you didn’t know what to think, Fred stared at you and became even more ticked off, he scoffed and pulled off his trousers, throwing them across the room, missing the laundry basket.

“I see how it is” he spoke out “You loved it, didn’t you? You loved another man treating you with his money that he has more of than he knows what to do with.”

You rolled your eyes “Oh don’t be stupid Fred! I’m not with you for your money, you know that!” you argued, pulling off your high heels and storming over to your wardrobe, placing your shoes inside at the bottom.

Fred ignored you, making you just as pissed off as he was, you could feel the tiny devil sitting down on your shoulder, whispering in your ear, encouraging you to tick Fred off on purpose, the angel on your other shoulder begging you not to do it.

But you did it anyway, and Fred couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

“You know what” you spoke up, your attitude popping out a little bit “you’re right, I should have gone home with him instead of you!”

Fred’s eyes widened, he grits his teeth and storms over towards you in his boxers, grabbing you by the waist, forcing you to look at him. You swallowed hard and looked him in the eyes, instantly regretting what you said, but also feeling your crotch flutter slightly as his hot breath beamed down on you.

“Is that what you want?” he glared “another man fucking you?”

Fred’s hand snaked to your back, his fingers gripping on the zip on the back of your dress, studying your face before he tugged it down.

“I never said that-”

“But you were implying it, weren’t you?”

“Freddie-”

Fred knew what he was going to do to you, and you knew it too, you could feel yourself getting wet at the thought and at Fred’s touch - his cock hardening in his boxers, poking out like the top of a tent.

Your dress dropped to the floor, Fred grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into him, as you kicked the dress across from you across the room, his lips smashed against yours, you kissed back passionately, feeling his tongue drag against your lips, you opened your mouth and allowed him to explore you with his tongue.

You reached down and started to caress Fred’s hard cock through his boxers, Fred groaned against your lips and with his free hand, grabbed yours and pushed it under his boxers, encouraging you to wank him off - which made your crotch flutter, even more, your wetness creating a tiny puddle in your knickers.

Taking Fred’s large length in your hand, you pumped his cock gently and softly, the two of you still exploring each other's mouths until Fred became impatient, wanting to feel your lips around his cock already.

He pulled away and looked into your eyes, his full of lust and hunger “get on your knees” he ordered, pulling down his boxers as you gripped the base of his length.

“Go on, suck my cock, love.”

You smirked at him and nodded, licking up and down his shaft teasingly before taking him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock before sucking on it gently, Fred’s moans filling the room, your knickers getting even more soaked.

“Fuck, Y/N, that feels so good.”

You pushed yourself and took more of Fred’s length - almost all of it - into your mouth, the head of his cock sliding down your throat, causing you to gag as his hands held onto your head, holding you in place and trying to push you down, causing you to gag and produce more saliva - you looked up at him with your wide and watery eyes.

“That’s it, choke on my cock that’s sliding down your throat.”

Fred continued to moan out, watching you, staring you down whilst you bobbed your head, sucking on his big cock and pumping it with your hand at the same time, sending your boyfriend close to the edge numerous times before he finally pulled you off him, lifting you from his saliva coated cock by gripping onto your hair with his hand.

You gasped for air, swallowing down the pooled saliva in your mouth, wiping your lips as Fred grabbed you by the waist, kissing you again, tasting himself on your lips as his hand stroked your pussy through your knickers.

“So wet for me, aren’t you?” he smirked, feeling your wetness through the thin fabric, his finger hooking the waistband of your knickers, slowly pulling them down.

“Fred” you breathed “I didn’t mean what I said, you don’t have to prove yourself to me-”

“I don’t care” Fred growled, rubbing your clit with his finger, walking backwards and sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling you with him “sit down and fuck me.”

You climbed on top of Fred, your legs spread, slowly lowering yourself down on his saliva coated cock, helping you sit down as he slid inside of you, his cock piercing into you, his length exploring you deeply, reaching your tummy.

Your legs rested at his sides, you needed a moment to adjust to his size and then you began to slowly buck your hips, riding him, also circling your hips which Fred gripped on to keep you grounded, you gasped out loud and moan feeling his cock brush against your G-Spot.

Your fingers got tangled in Fred’s messy hair, continuing to buck your hips and bounce up and down, your breasts bouncing, you leaned back and moaned out loud, the constant brushing of Fred’s cock against your g-spot was sending you over the edge, getting you closer to orgasm.

“Freddie” you moaned out through panting, your voice high pitched “oh Freddie!”

Fred looked up at you with a smirk on his face, you moaning his name - not Evan’s or Peter’s made him feel really fucking good, he couldn’t get enough of rubbing what he had in other peoples faces - even if he was thinking about it and not fucking you in front of them, or living next door to them and fucking you so hard they had to hear your moans like he wanted, but he could imagine it, and that was the nest best thing.

Fred quickly stood up, holding you so you didn’t fall, your legs now wrapped around him, still inside you, as he turned around and placed you on the bed, your back laying against his soft sheets. Lifting up your legs, Fred placed them over his shoulders, his cock sliding even deeper inside of your, causing your mouth to open and a desperate moan to slip from your lips, Fred biting his lip at the sight of you.

“Oh would you look at that” he laughed lightly “I can see my cock poke through your delicate stomach.”

Looking down you could see the outline of Fred’s length poke through your stomach, you could feel yourself getting excited over him filling you up, your walls tightening around him ever so slightly.

“You’re so deep inside me” you whimpered, watching him start to slam in you, your moans becoming more frequent and louder.

Fred held onto your waist, his eyes bouncing across your body, focusing on your eyes, your lips, your rising and falling chest, your bulging tummy, your clit, your breasts, the sight of him fucking you - he didn’t know which detail to focus on because the whole picture was perfect.

Slamming into your wet pussy deeper and faster, the slamming filling the room with your moans and his groans, you lolled your head back and moaned out, gripping your breasts with one hand, spitting in the other so you could play with your clit, lifting your head back up and locking eye contact with Fred.

Your fingers stroking your clit, pushing you closer and closer to orgasm, feeling Fred’s cock twitch inside of you.

“Be careful” he warned you, fucking you faster “you know how bad I want to knock you up.”

Those very words were enough for you when combined with the fast, deep, and hard thrusting.

Your cum flowed down his length, your insides starting to feel raw and sore from his cock pounding inside of you, you were feeling ravaged… and you were loving it.

“Maybe you should” you teased through more panting, causing Fred to twitch again, your legs couldn’t keep still upon his shoulders, your orgasm expanding and spreading throughout your body “that way you’ll be tied to me forever.”

Fred could feel himself getting closer to the end of the race “Tied to you...” he breathed “fuck!”

As much as he wanted to plant his seed inside of you, he knew he couldn’t, not yet - he needed to put a ring on your finger first, so instead of cumming deep inside your pussy, he reached for the next best thing.

“I’m going to cum!” he panted, quickly pulling out, his hard, red, juice coated, twitching cock gripped in his hand.

You lifted your legs off his shoulders and bent them, propping yourself up on the bed, laying on your tummy, your elbows lifting you up so you could welcome Fred’s length back into your mouth, tasting your own juices.

Your lips wrapped around his cock, you sucked as you did before, bobbing your head up and down with your hand gliding up and down in sync with the rhythm, Fred watched you eagerly and couldn’t hold back.

You pushed his cock deeper in your mouth, so close to swallowing him whole as his head hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m - I’m cumming!”

His warm sperm shot inside of your mouth, you swallowed it down, feeling it travel down your throat, filling you up.

Fred slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth, he stumbled backwards, slightly dizzy and then sat down on the bed slowly, swinging his legs over so he could lie down comfortably in bliss, embracing his orgasm.

You wiped your lips and climbed into Fred’s arms, the two of you lying in silence, catching your breaths and cooling down.

“I’m tied to you, Fred.” you muttered “always have been, always will be, I only want you,” you reassured him.

Fred wrapped his arm around you “I’m tied to you too, my love” he muttered softly, kissing your head.

Tags: @amourtentiaa @xmalfoyweasleyx @horrorxweasley @reeophidian @alwaysnforeverfangirl @freddiemylovelg @sebby-staan @inglourious-imagines @onlyfreds @lucymfer @pandaxnienke 

[binxyu]

You’ve never really been in a relationship. Hyunjae knew that and it only made him want you more. You were so pure and he wanted to show you what real pleasure felt like. He wanted to be your first and last in everything.

>>Pairing: Lee Jaehyun (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | best friend!hyunjae x innocent!reader

>>Word Count: 3.2k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Requested / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Cockwarming, corruption, cumplay, fingering, food, hair pulling, oral (receiving), overstimulation, possessiveness, scratching, size kink, spitting, and unprotected sex

“Hyunjae! Hold up!”, your best friend turned around when he heard his name, his eyes meeting your’s. A beautiful eye smile took the place of his once cold gaze, warming your heart immediately.

“Want to move our movie night to tonight? I have a date tomorrow”, you failed to notice how Hyunjae’s smile faltered from the mention of the date, but he fixed his expression quickly before nodding. He was jealous. He knew that.

But, it wasn’t like he really had a claim over you. He just wished he did.

“Sure, can you come over at six? I won’t be home before then”, his arm found its way around your shoulder as it always did. Hyunjae’s friends had already gotten into their cars, annoyed by the constant sight of you two. It was so obvious to everyone how in love you both were. Of course, you two didn’t pick up on that.

Friends don’t hold hands in public when someone gets too close to the other. Friends don’t give each other sweet kisses on the cheeks. And, most importantly, Friends don’t fantasize about each other.

Hyunjae would never admit it but his knowledge of your innocence fueled the deepest desires in his mind.

“That’s fine! I wanna get a stuffie for tonight so that sounds perfect”, you smiled happily and waved goodbye to him before running off. Hyunjae chuckled as he felt another wall come crashing down. A wall that protected his emotions from you.

He only had a few walls left before it would be too late.

Hyunjae heard the doorbell ring and he quickly made his way to the door, looking through the small peephole there to make sure it was who he was expecting. It was.

There you were. You were standing there patiently in one of the hoodies he had let you borrow with a pair of gym shorts underneath. If it wasn’t for the little glimpses of black he could see, he would have thought you weren’t wearing pants at all. 

But, what made his heart really pick up its pace was the big stuffed animal held tightly in your arms. He knew where you had gotten the big brown bear because you got them all at the same place.

It was the place you two had met. A little arcade on the other side of the city with as many claw machines as possible. They were crammed together, but you loved the little place and you never failed to spot the new stuffed animals in the machines. 

At first, you were horrible at the game and Hyunjae could only watch for a few hours from his place behind the register as you kept trying, spending all the coins you had gotten. You were determined and that was what attracted the man towards you. You never gave up even when it was unlikely you were going to win at all.

Of course, as an employee, Hyunjae knew all the tricks to getting what you wanted from those games and how they tricked their customers into doing exactly what you were. Spending all their money.

Thus, Hyunjae couldn’t resist and had helped you win as many of the cute animals as he could with what you had left. Even if it cost him his job.

“Got lucky again?”, Hyunjae grinned and the smile that spread across your face was so overwhelmingly sweet that it made butterflies erupt in his stomach. You quickly nodded and held up the bear for him to see better. 

His hands stroked the bear’s fake fur and he smiled, admiring how soft it was. 

Hyunjae’s eyes wondered around and he finally snapped back to reality when he realized all eyes were on you in his hallway, their eyes trailing down your body to your bare legs. 

You were much too innocent and dense to realize when people were checking you out and Hyunjae knew that. You always wanted to see the best in people and it was an admirable trait but a dangerous one too.

“Well, come inside then you lucky charm”, you giggled happily from the nickname, the taste of the cereal practically reintroducing itself on your tongue at the mention of your favorite breakfast. Hyunjae chuckled when he realized you were too busy fantasizing about food to come inside so he gently pulled you inside and closed the door, relief flooding through his system now that no more eyes were on you.

“Do you have any?”, puppy eyes were one of Hyunjae’s biggest weaknesses, especially when they’re from you. Hence why you were doing them to try to get the food you were now craving: lucky charms. 

Hyunjae was moving to shake his head to tease you, but you cut him off.

“Come on! It’s April Fools day! You have to have some kind of lucky or unlucky food. What kind of establishment is this?”, you whine playfully and your best friend laughed, picking you up easily and resting you on his shoulder.

“Alright alright. I’ll get you some lucky charms”, a happy smile spread across your face as Hyunjae set you down on a stool at the counter, fixing you a bowl of cereal.

“What movie should we watch tonight?”, you swung your legs as you took a bite of the cereal, humming from the sweet taste hitting your tongue. You resembled a chipmunk with your cheeks all stuffed with food and Hyunjae laughed as he thought of the perfect movie.

“Alvin and the chipmunks?”, your eyes widened in disbelief when you realized he only said that to tease you. You chucked your spoon at him like a toddler, flinging food onto the floor. 

“Hey! You brat!”, he huffed and your cheeks went red, embarrassment evident when you realized what you just did. You wouldn’t let him know that though. 

“Don’t call me a-”, you were cut off by a harsh tug on your hair, your lips connecting with Hyunjae’s as he held you close. Your body jolted slightly in shock before you relaxed, never having been kissed before. It felt foreign and weird at first, the pieces not fitting quite right at first.

Hyunjae guided you through it, tilting your head slightly and everything was finally perfect. You kissed him back shyly as his large hands cupped your cheeks reassuringly. To him, you, and everything you were doing, was perfect. 

“Oh, believe me, you’re a brat”, his teasing smirk was put on display when he pulled away, looking at how swollen your lips had become from just one kiss.

“An innocent little brat”, even if you were more innocent that most people your age, you could hear the underlying meaning behind Hyunjae’s words. You felt arousal sticking to your thighs and, while that too was foreign, you knew what it meant. 

You only felt that way when Hyunjae was around and now it was so much worse. 

You gulped and Hyunjae noticed, making a grin appear on his handsome face. His hands cupped your face again as his eyes scanned your every feature, specifically the shy way your eyes wandered around the room to avoid his piercing gaze and the bright blush on your cheeks. 

“You’re so adorable. I could just eat you up”, your eyes made the mistake of wandering back when you heard his voice and something predatory was hidden in Hyunjae’s. Your gaze didn’t dare move away from his own as a new found bravery filled your mind. You knew what you wanted. You wanted him.

“Then do it”, that was probably the most filthy thing Hyunjae had ever heard you say. He didn’t even think you were capable of thinking such things, but here you were. It was all he needed to hear.

“My pleasure, princess”, he walked around the counter, your bowl of cereal long forgotten now that you knew something much more delicious was waiting for you. Hyunjae picked you up and laid you down on the table, noticing the nervousness in your body. You were shaking and worry overtook his lust.

“Are you sure you want this?”, he pressed his forehead against your’s softly in hopes to calm your anxiety. You nodded quickly but paused when you decided to voice your concerns.

“What if I’m not up to, um, standards? I don’t know what I’m doing”, Hyunjae immediately shook his head, pressing a gentle kiss to your head. That alone calmed your shaking immensely, warmth rushing through you now that you felt safe.

“You will be. Just let me take care of you, okay?”, you nodded and relief had overridden Hyunjae’s worry. He slowly pulled your shorts and panties down your legs, opting for keeping the hoodie on you as his own little reminder that it would mean something else by the end of the night. It would no longer just be a friend’s hoodie. It would be a lover’s hoodie.

It was so big on you and Hyunjae had to push the piece of clothing up to your waist to see what he was really after. There, on his dining table like a piece of dessert, was the thing he had been longing for for months. 

“Aw, you’re so wet”, the man cooed and you squirmed when you felt his cold breath where you needed him most. That alone was more pleasure than you had ever received by yourself. The truth was: you had no clue how to make yourself feel good. You noted in your mind to remind yourself to ask Hyunjae how to later.

“Ready?”, the softness of your crush’s palms against your thighs as he spread them open surprised you, making your eyes fall to between your legs. Hyunjae looked up at you, his eyes dark with hunger as met your face.

“Ready”, the words fell from your lips after a deep breath, your back arching as soon as Hyunjae’s lips surrounded your clit, sucking on the engorged nerve. It almost seemed like the man had read your mind about your previous note as his hand guided your own down to your leaking hole. 

Your mind was too fuzzy from the pleasure, but you could register how your own middle finger began to stretch you out. You were so tight and small that even that burned a little, but you ignored it as a loud moan spilled from your lips.

Hyunjae chuckled, sending vibrations to your clit as his eyes looked down a little, watching as your desperate pussy clenched around your small finger. His own hands rubbed little circles on your hips as your legs shook, a clear sign of your approaching orgasm.

“W-what is happening?”, your voice was small and weak, making Hyunjae fill with pride that he could make you this ruined this fast. 

“You’re going to orgasm, princess. Just relax and let it happen”, the knot in your stomach grew more powerful as Hyunjae moved your own finger away and replaced it with his own much longer and larger ones, scissoring your tight hole open. The knot finally snapped and your body thrashed as the overwhelming pleasure released. Hyunjae slowly thrusted his fingers to help you ride it out and placed soft kisses on your thighs before he pulled them out. 

“You’re already such a mess and we’ve just started”, a whimper fell from your lips as Hyunjae’s kisses trailed downwards and he used his hands to spread open your lips, the sight of your glistening hole entering his vision. He licked his lips and thrusted his tongue inside of you, swirling the muscle around to collect your cum and taste you.  

“You taste just as sweet as your food”, a small laugh filled the room and you giggled, knowing that he meant the cereal that you were eating. Your laugh was cut short though when he dove back in, being insatiable now that he had finally had a taste of you.

Your eyes watered from the overstimulation, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop Hyunjae. Not when he seemed so happy and you felt this good. You had never felt this good before. Even with the little bits of pain mixed in.

Your hands tugged on Hyunjae’s hair and he stopped, looking up at you with worry. You gave him a reassuring smile to let him know that you were okay, but the sight of your juices running down his chin made another wave of want go through you. Now you really needed him to ruin you. To take you.

“I’m ready”, he understood what you meant and he picked you up, giving you the most loving and tender kisses he could as he brought you to his room. Your back hit his soft bed once he lowered you onto it and you looked up at him, smiling as you gently twirled a strand of his hair with your finger. 

His hands worked on unbuttoning his jeans and you shook your head with a small pout. That pout alone almost made Hyunjae rip his clothes off and just take you like he wanted to.

“Let me do it”, you sat up and tried to unbutton them the best you could. It took a little longer than you expected but you did it and Hyunjae gave you a proud smile when he saw your victorious one. 

“You’re acting like you just won a reward”, Hyunjae teased as he gently shoved you back to lay down as he took his shirt off, watching as your entire face went red.

“Hey! It was hard”, there it is again. That pout. 

“Well, there’s something else harder”, his eyebrows wiggled playfully as he started to slowly push himself inside of you, a groan escaping his mouth as he can practically feel himself splitting you open. A gasp escapes you and Hyunjae kisses you to help ease you through it, a gentle kiss that told you it would all be better in a few minutes. 

His thumbs gently wiped away your tears and he watched as your chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm as pleasure overtook the pain. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you gave a short nod before you looked down at your stomach. 

Hyunjae followed your gaze and groaned at the sight of his bulge so evident in your lower tummy. His hand trailed down to stroke the skin above it, moving his hips slightly to feel the bulge move beneath his hand.

“Fuck, look how good you’re taking it. You’re made for my cock, hmm?”, you immediately nodded, not a doubt in your mind now that he was here hovering above you, his cock buried so deep inside of you that you think it’s rubbing against your cervix. 

“Y-yeah I’m made for it. Move please”, the slight shakiness in your voice made something snap inside of Hyunjae and he pulled out of you only to slam back in much faster and harder. Your nails dug into his shoulders from the sudden return of the pleasure, a divinely beautiful moan coming out of you. 

You gasped when you heard a slam against the wall beside you and Hyunjae laughed, kissing you gently before he explaining. 

“We might have to be a little more quiet”, excitement and embarrassment  bubbled in the pit of your stomach when you remembered you were in an apartment building. Apartment buildings result in many apartments and many... neighbors. 

Hyunjae smiled at you before he looked down and you felt something cold hit your skin. Looking down, you realized he spat on your cunt, thrusting it inside of you to help ease himself even deeper inside of you. 

That sight alone made another orgasm start to build up inside of you as his big cock kept hitting that perfect spot inside of you. Hyunjae noticed and quickly shoved two of his fingers inside of your mouth to keep you quiet. You sucked on them as if they were a lollipop you had been craving for years. Not that that was too much of an exaggeration.  

Hyunjae just couldn’t stop staring at you. The girl he thought was so innocent was now so corrupted by him. It was everything he had ever dreamed of. You below him with his dick shoved deep inside of your little pussy, his fingers in your mouth, and scratches down his back. 

The only issue was that you hated hurting others and you realized you were scarring Hyunjae’s back. Your eyes looked around for anything else to hold onto reality and you laid eyes on your big stuffed bear. You gripped it and held it in a tight hug, making Hyunjae’s cock twitch inside of you. 

While he loved the scratches on his back, seeing you holding onto something seen as innocent while he ruined you was even better.

“How cute. Can you not take it?”, your eyes rolled back as Hyunjae started thrusting faster, your nails now digging into the toy you had worked so hard to get only a few hours prior. Your legs shook and you tried to close them to slow him down only for Hyunjae to use his free hand to keep your legs spread. Your cunt clenched around him and he could feel his own orgasm approaching, his cock begging for release. 

Cumming inside of you would be beautiful and sloppy, but Hyunjae had other ideas as he rubbed your clit. You came all over his cock with a muffled whine as you sucked harder on Hyunjae’s fingers in hopes to keep yourself quiet. 

Hyunjae pulled out and came all over lower half, coating your thighs and lower stomach in his seed and who he had considered to be the most innocent person in the world was now covered in his filth. 

Heavy breathing was heard for a while before the man finally pulled his fingers out of your mouth and looked you in the eye as he used them to smear his cum around, trying to smother it across any surface he could. 

“I ripped him”, your eyebrows furrowed adorably as you looked down at the slight tear in the bear’s arm. 

“We’ll fix him, baby. Don’t worry”, Hyunjae moved to lay beside you, wrapping his arms around you. He could feel his cum rubbing onto his own skin from the close proximity but he could care less.

“Okay! What was it like for you?”, your eyes lit up with curiosity as you thought about if you had done good. All you wanted was to make Hyunjae happy.

“Like a warm hug. It was amazing”, you looked at his face for any sign of lying and he shook his head in disbelief, kissing all over your face. An idea popped into your head as you rested it underneath his chin.

“Then can we sleep like that? The warm hug?”, it wasn’t Hyunjae’s intention for you to associate hugging with sex, but he couldn’t complain. Not when it was so cute.

“Of course. Let’s hug”, you grinned and wrapped your own arms around him, hooking your leg around his waist so he could slide back inside of you. 

And you two slept, feeling completely together through your “hugging”.

[fanmoose12]

nothing but my aching soul

Levi and Hange's first time happens when both of them are far from being young.

(or a ridiculously fluffy fic about Levi being a nervous wreck).

nsfw under the cut!

It was ridiculous, foolish and absurd.

He used to be a soldier who dealt with giant, human eating monsters with precise efficiency and zero fear. He survived a goddamn war, he made it out of the bloody apocalypse. There was no reason for him to be nervous about anything, especially not about this.

After all, it was just Hange, weird, quirky Hange who knew him inside out, far better than he knew himself.

And after the awful war and years of yearning for each other, after Hange had whispered a confession to him during one of the many nights she spent in hospital with him, after she confirmed that yes, she loved him, his feelings were very much reciprocated, they always were, taking their relationship to a next stage was only natural, wasn't it?

Besides, it wasn't like he hadn't think about it, he dreamed about it, albeit briefly, in the rare times when their lives weren't in mortal danger and the fate of the whole world wasn't resting on their shoulders.

And he thought about it - about Hange and things he wished they were allowed to do - a lot, a truly embarrassing amount of time, actually.

He thought, he dreamed, he fantasied about it, but now that he had an actual Hange in front of him, and not an image from one of his numerous wet dreams, he wasn't sure how to proceed.

"We don't have to do it, you know," Hange gently whispered in his ear. Damn her and her ability to read him like an open book. Levi did his best to school his expression into something neutral, to hide his nervousness from her. But, of course, he could never hide, not from Hange. "We can wait, or we can just forget it and never bring it up ever again."

Hange was already half-undressed and she was already laying on top of him. And yet, she was ready to backtrack, his comfort was, as always, her main priority.

However, Hange's comfort was his main priority too, and Levi wanted to make her feel good, not just with awkward words and cups of tea. He could see that Hange wanted to do it, to become incredibly close in more than just metaphorical sense, he wanted it to, he was determined to commit to it, but...

"Let's take it slowly, alright?" he murmured, moving his hands to her naked hips. He started rubbing them in circular motions, and Hange smiled, enjoying the gentle caress.

"Then..." she watched him closely, searching for any sign of discomfort. "Will it be okay if I kiss you?"

Levi gave a small nod, and Hange leaned in, pressing her lips against his. It was awkward at first, their noses nearly collided, but Hange tilted her head just so, and slowly deepened the kiss, turning it into something more than just a chaste touch.

"Is it okay?" she repeated, as her tongue licked at his lips.

Was it okay? Already, it was much better than simply okay. But Levi could just give Hange another nod. His right hand was still on her hip, but he moved his left hand, his healthy one, to her head, entangling it into her hair.

Now, it wasn't certainly better than simply okay, and out of sudden, Levi, who had survived war and apocalypse, who had lost people and had killed people, who had no childhood and had known little to none real happiness, who was already well in his forties, now he was feeling like a teenage boy, who was lucky enough to kiss his first love.

He was not a boy anymore, but Hange still was his first and she would be his last love, and the realization that he was kissing her, that they both survived, that now they could do anything they were denied by violence and duty, and the knowledge that the world didn't need them anymore, so they could stay like this forever, exchanging kisses like a couple of careless teenagers, was enough to make his heart clench and his chest fill with love and happiness.

He wanted to pull Hange even closer, until they were one, but as he tightened his hold on her, Hange gently disentangled herself from him.

"Hey..." her palms were on his cheeks, softly caressing his skin. "Are you alright? Did I do something wrong?"

And only then, when he saw the worry in her eye, Levi realized that his own eyes were wet.

Fuck.

He quickly wiped his eyes, blushing furiously. Hange just wanted to have a little bit of fun, wanted to make both of them feel good, and he started crying, like a damn emotional fool.

"It's fine, I'm fine," he assured Hange, keeping his face turned away from her. "Let's continue."

"Levi... if something bothers you, then just say so. I need to know if I did something to hurt you."

"You didn't hurt me," he gruffly protested. "You did nothing wrong, you..."

How could he say it? How could he tell Hange that she was making him so happy that he was ready to weep out of simple, unbrindled joy?

"It wasn't bad tears, four-eyes," he softly mumbled. "I was just..."

Too overwhelmed, too happy, far too in love.

"Oh Levi," as always, Hange seemed to understand him without actual words. She chuckled, looking at him with so much love and adoration that it made Levi wonder how in the world did he deserve all of this. "I love you so, so much," she confessed, before she left a kiss on his forehead.

"I love you," she repeated, this time pressing a kiss to right his eyelid.

"I love you," then to the left.

"I love you," this was accompanied by a kiss to the left cheek.

"I love you," and to the right.

"You're just doing this to make me cry again," he weakly protested.

Hange didn't deny it. She also didn't stop that extremely sweet torture, and pressed her lips against the curve of his nose. "I love you."

Next, she moved to the small dimple on his chin. "I love you."

"I love you," she finished, connecting their lips again.

As they pulled apart, Levi refused to let Hange move away from him. With his hand still in her hair, he made her lean closer again, until their lips were barely touching. He gazed straight in to her eyes, letting Hange see everything - his tear-streaked face, his numerous scars and his weary soul.

Then, with his voice barely above the whisper, he let out the truth that was hidden inside him for far too long.

"I love you too. More than anything."

This time, tears started to brim in the corner of Hange's only eye. She gave him a brief, weak nod, and then pressed her forehead against his, deeply inhaling his scent.

They stayed like that for a while, a long, peaceful while.

But then, when the silence stretched for far too long and Hange's loving gaze started to make him want to cry again, Levi softly nudged her, scoffing Impatiently.

"Can we continue? Before I make a complete embarrassment of myself again?"

"So impatient," Hange snickered.

She leaned back, her hands moving over his body. They traveled down his neck, across his chest, around his stomach, until...

"Oh," Hange's eye widened. "You are impatient. I didn't just make you cry, eh?"

God, was Hange on a quest to make him as red as humanly possible? Because she certainly excelled at it.

Levi quickly learnt that this wasn't the only thing Hange excelled at, and when she touched the noticeable bulge on his pants, Levi whined and backed up his hips.

Hange grinned, almost wolfishly. Levi gulped, feeling like he had just witnessed the creation of horrible, sex-addicted monster.

"Firstly, we have to take this off," she narrated, as she helped him out of his pants and underwear. Once his cock was freed, Hange wrapped her hand around it, moving it up and down his length in a quick, fluid motions.

When she leaned down, her lips hovering above his dick, Levi almost choked.

"No!" he pulled her away, his movement nearly panicked.

"No?" Hange raised her eyebrows, looking extremely confused. "I thought the men enjoy it..."

"We do, I do," Levi assured her quickly. "But..." there it was again, that damn embarrassment. "If you do this now, I'm not sure I'll be able to last for long."

"Oh..." Hange's face lightened up with understanding. "Alright, that's for another time then."

The backhand promise made heat gather deep in his stomach. Levi wetted his lips, his throat suddenly too dry.

"Hange..." he husked, lifting up his arm. "Since I'm already naked..."

"Of course," she smiled, and before he could finish his sentence, she already took off her bra. Almost immediately, she raised her hips to get rid of her panties, and Levi took a deep breath.

He thought he had seen everything this world had to offer - he had seen the vast blue sky, the bright sun, the glistening sea... But none of it, absolutely nothing, could compare to the beauty that was Hange.

Her tan skin, even with all the scars and burn marks, was perfect and soft. Her hair, although shorter than before, was still just as rich in color and shiny. Her eye held the infinite amount of warmth and intelligence. Her body was still that of a seasoned soldier, lean and muscled and strong.

Levi wanted to touch every part of her, to lavish it with love, to praise and worship it. Well, as Hange had said... that was for another time.

While he was so lost in watching her, Hange had already climbed on top of him again. Now, she took his dick in her hand and started to slowly lower herself on it. Her breath quickened and she was frowning slightly. Levi felt worry come alive inside him.

"Hange?" he carefully asked. "Can I... help with something?"

Her frown disappeared, taken over by a loving smile. She took his hand in hers, maneuvering it between her legs.

"You can touch me here," she said, pressing his fingers against her hardening clit. Levi did as Hange had told, and started to circle it, slowly at first, but growing bolder when he saw that Hange was enjoying it.

Deciding to take the initiative, Levi put his other hand on her breast, massaging her nipple softly. Hange gasped at the sudden contact and let out a little moan.

Encouraged, Levi continued his ministrations.

Finally, Hange fitted all of his length inside her.

"Good?" she asked in between pants.

Good? Hange was so warm, so wet and so tight, Levi didn't even know that something so simple could feel that fantastic. And then Hange started to move, simply lifted her hips to lower herself onto him once again, and Levi had to bite back a groan, a long, embarrassingly satisfied groan.

"Is it..." he huffed, as her next movement knocked all air out of him. "Is it just as good for you?"

"It's amazing," Hange answered, just as breathlessly. "You... you're amazing, Levi."

His strokes against her clit became more purposeful but Levi took his hand away from her chest. As soon as he did, Hange grabbed his palm, intertwining their fingers. Then, when Levi thought that it couldn't get any better, she leaned down on him and captured his lips in another sensuous kiss.

The heat in his stomach was growing and growing, nearly ready to spill.

"Hange, Hange," he puffed between the kisses. "Hange, I'm so-"

"I know," Hange swallowed all of his moans and whimpers. "I'm close too, Levi."

Another kiss and another circle around her clit, and Hange squeezed his hand almost painfully, tightening around him.

That was all it took for Levi to follow her over the edge.

Hange slipped off him and fell down next to him, burying her face into his shoulder.

"Fuck, Levi..." she softly laughed, pressing yet another kiss against his dump hair. "We should have done it sooner."

"Mm," he mumbled, too spent for anything more coherent.

"Let's stay like this," Hange pulled him closer, so his head was laying on her chest. The sound of her steady heartbeat instantly was lulling him to sleep. However, Levi couldn't allow himself to slumber just yet.

"Oi, four-eyes," he pinched her side, receiving a surprised yelp in response. "We need to shower, I feel disgusting."

Hange's eye twinkled, as she throw him a long, mischievous look. "You weren't hating it moments ago, though."

"Well, now I do," Levi started to raise up.

Hange huffed, but helped him to get up. "You never change, clean freak."

"Neither do you, four-eyes."

"A perfect couple, aren't we?" she teased.

"That we are," he agreed, grasping her hand tightly.

With Hange at his side, his heart was finally at peace.

[sierracolorstheworldofwords]

I have an imagine request if that okay… I saw this video trend on Tik Tok and I was curious about what it would be like with the Iplier Egos…. So the Egos reaction to their significant other calling them by their first name instead of their usual term of endearment. Babe, baby, honey, sweetie, darling, etc… Please and thank you!

An: I’m alive! ALIVE! Anyway, this took a while because of mental health things, and with everything going on in the world! But I’m really happy u sent this request, and I hope you sent more! Pls? qwq anyway! Also I hope whoever requests this likes it! Enjoy! :3 Dark: Dark would just be like -_-?  Then he’d look up from his newspaper and go, “Yes, (Y/n)?”  Then he’d get grumpy because he loves your pet names! He loves you saying his name in that beautiful voice of yours, but still! He wants to be called darling, it’s so cute when you do it, and it always makes him smile, even though he doesn’t like to admit it. 

Wilford: Wilford would look at you with wide eyes, and then immediately get on his knees, “Pumpkin? Did I do somethin? You usually call me your cute gum drop! Ya haven’t called me that all day! You only use my name when I’m in trouble! Did Wilfy do somethin wrong?” he grabs your hand and gives you the sweetest puppy eyes, “I didn’t get out Mr. Shooty today, I swear!” 

The Googles: Prime: Would be sus. You usually greet him with pet names. He, being well… fucking google, googles it. He asks the internet why you aren’t calling him his pet names. When he finds out it could be because you’re mad, he goes to you and asks what’s wrong.  “You’re the only human I like, and I want to know if I made you angry.”  When you admit it was a little prank, you actually see him pout, and blush, “I actually missed your nicknames, don’t do that again, or I’ll be sad.”  Oliver: He picks up on it immediately.  “Honey– am I in trouble? I didn’t do anything, wrong, did I? Have I been putting too much pressure on the nicknames?” Then you tell him it’s a tik tok trend.  “A-ah..” he then pouts, and wraps himself around you, “Well! (Y/N!) I don’t mind you saying my name, it sounds so wonderful coming from your lips~” he winks at you as you turn a bright red.  Oxnard: He pretends it doesn’t affect him. He just looks towards you and asks, “What?”  “Oh nothing.”  On the inside he’s wondering where your sweet pet names went, and it’s only when you two are going to bed that he confronts you about it, pouting as he clings to you.  “You haven’t called me sweet heart or love all day!” He’s overheating now, “And I don’t like it. I love your pet names, please keep calling me them..”  You can’t help bit smirk a little, and tease him, cooing over him and smothering him in affection. Which, even though he doesn’t say it, he loves.  Omega: Gets pouty, not angry, just pouty. He wants you to call him darling, and sweet heart, and other nick names! Why’d you call his name? Everyone else uses that name! You use your special little nicknames, and he likes how only you can use them! So he just ignores you until you call him sweet heart. 

Bing: He gets anxious at first, before grinning like a fool.  “You saw that tik tok video, didn’t you?”  You give him a sheepish smile, “Yeah..”  He chuckles, laughing, “You almost got me dude! Nice try babe!”  He then ends up wrapping his arms around you and snuggling you, playfully scolding you for trying to prank the prankster!  

Eric: He thinks he’s in trouble.  “D-did I-I d-do some-something w-wrong?” he whimpers, looking at you with wide eyes, his heart pounding– oh god, is this when you finally dump him?  Seeing him so scared, you quickly climb into his lap, and shake your head, telling him about the video you saw on tik tok, and apologize for scaring him. You cuddle, kiss, and snuggle him for the rest of the day, calling him all the sweet adorable pet names he deserves. 

Illinois: He smirks, “Why, I love the way my name sounds when you say it~” he purrs, “Can you please say it more? You make it sound like a song from heaven, which makes sense, cause ya are an angel.”  He then winks at your flustered face, chuckling at how cute you look when blushing.  Yancy: “Youse okay– wait, am I in trouble? That’s what my ma would always do when I was in trouble! Did I do somethin to upset youse? I only beat up that guy cause he insulted ya!”  You look at him in shock, “Wait, what– you’re not in trouble? And what guy?”  He laughs, “N-no one! I didn’t say anythin about a guy, sweet heart, youse must be crazy bella!” He laughs even more, “I-I didn’t do anythin! I swear!”  You look skeptical as hell, but don’t push the issue any further. 

Magnum: He tilts his head, before perking up, “Yes sweet heart? The siren who stole me heart? The love of me life? Is there somethin you need me to do, or did ya just need to call me over for some cuddles? Ye know what, lemme go cuddle you, cause now I’m in a cuddlin mood!”  You’re too flustered to even respond to if you need help, because him calling you the love of his life melted you into a shy puddle. He ends up cuddling you and calling you more cute nicknames, loving how he can tease you.  Bim: He is all about pet names. He loves pet names. He loves knowing that there’s a name just for him. So, when you call him Bim, he can’t help but pout. Since he’s so used to being called darling, and pouts.  “Oh everyone calls me Bim! Since I am Bim Trimmer, and while I do love my name, since, well, you know, I am Bim Trimmer, I like it when you call me your darling much better, because only you get the privilege to call me that!” 

Silver: “How do you know my secret identity?!”  You dead pan, “We’re literally dating!”  “Oh! Right! I mean– what are you talking about random civilian?!”  You purse your lips, crossing your arms, and he chuckles nervously.  “You never know where there might be spies! I’m just saying!”  You turn away in a huff, and he immediately asks for your forgiveness, saying that evil is everywhere, and he has to protect you! 

Host: He just looks at you, before saying, “Host knows that this is about tik tok. And he wants to say, that you tried, but also, he wants you to know that while it was a very good try, he still loves you.”  You pout, and he just chuckles.  “Host loves how cute you are, my darling. I can indulge you, this once.”  You sigh, “It’s too late! The opportunity is already gone!”  He chuckles at your antics, before going to cuddle you, laughing at how pouty you are. 

Dr. Iplier: He acts similarly to Dark, taking a sip of his coffee before going.  “(Y/n).” You look at him in surprise, not expecting that.  “Bing showed me the tik tok video.” he grins, “It was cute.”  Then he goes back to drinking his coffee and reading his book, chuckling, before saying, “Maybe next time.”  Yan: (I saved my boi for last leave me alone! >^< I love himb..)  He just perks up, his heart fluttering– you called his name? You called his name! He smiles, swooning, leaning his cheek on his hand, “Yes senpai? Is there anything you need, my love? Or did you just want me to notice you? Because I already have! Let me show you!”  Then he realizes– the tik tok! Bing showed him that tik tok! But he decides that he wants to hold you more than play along with the tik tok, so he wraps himself around you like an octopus and showers you in love. 

[hanatiny]

Bow To Your King

gif made by @/wooyoungs~

a/n: so uhh, I don’t know how to a) keep a schedule and b) contain myself... but I happened to be inspired by @galaxteez, so enjoy :)))

pairing: demon king!Hongjoong x f!reader

genre: smut

word count: 1952

warnings: sir kink, choking, marking/biting, exhibitionism, oral (m receiving), corruption kink, hair pulling, a lil bit of thigh riding, (vaguely?) implied breeding kink, implied minor oral fixation, strongly implied voyeurism, lots of praise and pet names, but also Joong is rough 😳

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If the you from a year ago knew what you were up to now, she’d laugh at you - and she’d have every right to. After all, somehow getting mixed up in underworld business and ending up as the demon king’s “prized possession” was certainly neither on your list of things to do in life, nor particularly believable.

No matter the circumstance he did love you to bits though, and he made sure you knew by whatever means he had.

But alas, here you were.

Kneeling on the ice-cold stone floor in front of Hongjoong’s throne, not obscured by anything in any way as you held his throbbing hard length in your warm mouth.

He gazed down at you, his eyes shining a bright red with desire while his hand tangled in your hair and you moved your head at a steady rhythm.

Neither of you paid any mind to your surroundings, lost in your mutual delight of each other as he let out soft moans of praise and your mind grew hazy.

"Ahh, you're taking me so well in your wet mouth baby...~ I'm gonna-"

He cut himself off and paused the bucking of his hips suddenly, forcibly stilling you with a tight grip on your hair as you whined in both confusion and frustration around his twitching cock.

Frustrated from having been denied the feeling of his hot cum sliding down your throat, confused because you missed the sound of the large door to the throne room creaking open just moments ago, so you didn’t understand why he stopped so abruptly.

You glanced up at your lover with teary eyes, his own furious ones focused on whoever seemed to have so rudely disrupted your moment of intimacy.

"I-I apologize for intruding sire, I didn't know... I just wanted to ask if-"

"If what, Seonghwa? If Y/n would sleep with you too, huh? Is that it?" Hongjoong interrupted the man in question with a snarl, glowering at him as his cheeks flushed crimson in response and he nodded sheepishly.

Hongjoong clicked his tongue loudly, "Fool! I suspect the other court members feel the same?" He left Seonghwa no time to collect his thoughts, already aware of the truth, "Bring them here, I want all of you to see how a king treats his princess."

You squirmed at his feet from the commanding yet eerily calm tone of his voice and the lack of hesitation in it, seeing no reason whatsoever to object while he carefully pulled you back up to your feet and onto his lap to straddle him, a sharp contrast to his previous treatment of Seonghwa, the poor guy nearly stumbling over his own two feet as he hurried to find the other six men as requested.

Despite his dark and rough exterior Hongjoong was mostly a soft and tender lover, to your initial surprise.

Only this time around, you had a feeling he wasn't going to be gentle.

Yet you didn’t mind in the slightest - on the contrary, you secretly loved whenever he treated you with a sense of possessive, inhumane ownership in bed. Everytime he did, you felt a little bit of your innocence slipping away, arousal already growing within you at the thought.

Hongjoong cooed quietly, breaking you out of your reverie, silently asking you if you were truly okay with what he was planning to do as he tenderly carressed your cheek. You nodded immediately, a smile growing on your face and your heart skipping a beat at his thoughtfulness while you leaned into his touch.

It was one of the many things you loved about him, you mused, how he'd sometimes show his care through the little things. You didn’t know you needed that in a person until you met him.

"You look like you're daydreaming again, darling. Are you sure you're alright~?"

You blushed as Hongjoong teased you, choosing to grasp his dark messy tresses in your hands and press your lips against his heatedly, prompting the immediate reaction of a pleased hum sounding in his throat and his hands gripping your waist tightly before he eventually broke off the contact.

Your pupils were blown wide with lust as you panted softly and blinked at him, seeing the way he was licking his lips before they shifted into a wicked predatory smirk, "Getting eager, hm? Really wanna show off how good you are for me, don't you princess~?"

His eyes flashed red again, darkness simultaneously coloring them as he gave you the simple command of "Strip," and left you speechless in the process while you scrambled to climb off of his lap obediently and do as told, the promise of your lover's rough treatment fueling your actions.

Hongjoong watched you with satisfaction and amusement both glimmering in his dark gaze as he thought back to how he had to convince you to let him kiss you just a few months ago, and by now you stripped at a mere snap of his fingers.

He had you putty in his hands and he positively adored this level of control he had over you when it came to the sexual aspects of your relationship.

You observed Hongjoong as he curled his finger in a 'come hither' motion, shocked by how casual he appeared as he did so - if you didn't know any better, you'd be saying he was about to meet with his advisors - and you climbed back onto him.

Your already dripping heat pressed against his thigh while you gasped and grinded against him briefly before he made you still as he flexed it beneath you, "Sir, w-what are you doing..?"

"What does it feel like hm~? I'm just making sure my beautiful princess is ready for what's to come~" He purred seductively, forcing your core to rub against his thigh more with his hands on your hips as his cock twitched slightly at how visible your enjoyment was.

"And I believe that you are~" In a swift and skilled motion, almost as if practiced, Hongjoong turned you around to face the wide throne room instead of himself and promptly impaled you on his dick.

A loud and whiny moan left you while he nipped lightly on your earlobe, "As much as I love seeing your beautiful angelic face contort in pleasure whenever I take you, I believe I should indulge them too... just this once~"

His tone was sultry and, combined with him stretching you so deliciously, instinctively made you screw your eyes shut upon realizing you once again, in your dazed state of mind, hadn't heard the door opening for the seven men now staring at the scene before them with their eyes wide and mouths agape, a few of them even sporting noticeable bulges in their pants already.

"Princess... Sir thought his instructions were clear." Hongjoong growled lowly near your ear, a hand wrapping around and applying pressure to your throat, coaxing a strained cry to fall from your lips while your eyes flew open again.

"I-I'm sorry, you were more than crystal clear..." You choked out in a mewl, refusing to meet anyone's gaze directly as his hips remained unmoving and the thumb of his free hand traced featherlight circles on your thigh.

You shuddered slightly on top of him as he gave an experimental thrusts upwards into you, his hand squeezing your throat with precisely the right amount of force behind the action when you moaned quietly. "Good girl...~ Why don't you let them hear how good you are too, hm?"

"Y-yes sir..~ ah!" You squealed in surprise as you felt Hongjoong's lips suddenly latching onto the soft skin of your neck, locating your sweet spot almost immediately.

Highly pleased, he hummed and made a point of locking eyes with each present member of his court, his own orbs continuing to flicker a passionate red, while he sank his teeth into the sensitive spot near your collarbone.

It felt different, more intense than the normal hickeys he had given you plenty of before now. It throbbed lightly when he lathed his tongue over the newly formed bruise that practically burned itself into your skin, and you realized it'd be permanent.

He smirked against your skin when you cried out in both pain and pleasure and the other men's eyes went wide in surprise.

He was giving you the demon mark.

Your walls clenched involuntarily around his length as you whined from the sensation on your neck.

You were his queen in all but official title now.

Hongjoong pulled away with a low hiss, pulling your body back and flush against his with the hand still wrapped tightly around your throat while careful to not cut your airflow off entirely, "Shit... seems like you really enjoy that huh? Sir is all too happy to oblige, babygirl~"

It was when he started roughly snapping his hips into you that you reached your breaking point, eyes rolling back into your head as it lolled forward from the amount of pleasure flooding your system while you whimpered pitifully loudly.

"Feels good when sir uses you, doesn't it? You're so beautifully snug around me, looking all fucked out already...~ But I believe I didn't allow this, doll." Your lover whispered threateningly, his free hand snaking up your bare back before grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking on it harshly, causing you to throw your head back with the most erotic moan yet while he showed no signs of letting go.

You mindlessly babbled out a breathy apology as he twitched within you and proceeded to decorate your neck with heated kisses and small love bites, "Ah, I'm-I'm sorry sir, princess just feels so good thanks t-to you~!"

"Queen," he corrected softly, only for you to hear before he grins sadistically with a strained groan, "if you keep tightening around me like that I'll have no choice but to cum already... Though you'll be good and take all of sir's load as you always do, I'm sure~"

You keened at the thought, body arching and presenting itself to your 'guests' when Hongjoong's hand around your throat let up in favor of dipping downwards to pinch and rub circles on your clit in time with his harsh thrusts.

"I knew it, you're just my precious, good little girl...~" He cooed while you gasped for air as he pressed his tip harder into the bundle of nerves that formed your sweet spot.

You finally couldn't take it any longer, your body convulsing above that of the demon sitting beneath you as he continued to fuck into you roughly before he stilled and released deep inside of you before wrapping his arms around your still shaking form to help you come down from your high, “Shh... I’ve got you, babydoll.”

You gave a soft hum filled with adoration in response as your lover’s attention switched over to the seven other men in the room, who you had admittedly almost forgotten were there, and your gaze followed his.

Although, now that you were a little more level-headed and not as deep in the throes of bliss as you had been before you could clearly see the stunned silence in their faces and the effect your impromptu show had on them in both their eyes and the tents in their pants, which they desperately tried to hide by means of their large coats - a futile endeavor.

A satisfied and proud grin spread across your features when Hongjoong addressed his court, a flicker of amusement visible in his eyes.

"Now, before you all leave... Bow to your king and queen. As weak in the knees as you are, that shouldn't pose much of a challenge~"

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[shelby-love]

FRED WEASLEY

Yule Ball Problems

Requested: yes (by anonymous)

Prompts: none

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.2K

Author’s note: I really like this request especially since the fourth movie is one of my favs, so thank you for requesting it! Just like George's one shot, this will be heavily inspired by the movie (I'm essentially putting the reader into the movie). Before proceeding, I highly recommend rewatching these scenes lol!

Gryffindor practice for the Yule Ball

Fred asks Angelina to the ball (obviously we're pretending it's George who asks her <3)

It was fairly rare to have the Gryffindors sit together in a room mastered by the head teacher. Nevertheless, the entirety of Gordic Gryffindor's current house members has gathered in the spacious room, a million things running through their minds.

McGonagall looked fierce as she appropriated the room like something very serious was going to happen.

Your thoughts seemed to be correct as she whisked her wand in the air, pulling you away from your boyfriend to stand on a completely different side of the room.

You frowned, Fred did too. He was just about to swoop in and kiss you.

"D-did she just?" You asked puzzledly, not quite believing your luck. A couple from seventh year were eating each other's faces in the corner, but she picked you and Fred instead?!

"Yeah," Hermione mused, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I think she did."

Fiercely blushing, you sat back down. "I cannot believe my luck."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked. She herself has been appointed to stand with the girls on the other side, leaving her two best friends to themselves and the boys.

"This is the sixth time she has caught us," you told her, catching Minerva's eyes in that exact moment. You wouldn't be surprised if the woman heard you; she is a cat most of the time, and cats have significantly better hearing than humans do.

"The Yule ball has been a tradition of the-" Professor McGonagall attempted although her words were cut by Flinch as he plotted around the huge record player. "-Triwizard Tournament since its inception."

She shared nothing new.

So, what is she on about?

You glanced at your boyfriend, knowing which one out of the two he is immediately. Fred laughed with his twin about Merlin knows what, picking at Ron in the process. You shook your head, focusing your attention back to your head teacher.

"On Christmas Eve night," she continued, slowly walking in a straight line across the floor. "we and our guests gather in the Great Hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity."

Ginny leaned her head against her shoulder, getting bored. You smiled at the act, deciding to share her enthusiasm by mimicking it.

After a while of being stuck in a singular position you had decided to place your chin on the top of her head instead.

"As representatives of the host school I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and I mean this literally because the Yule ball is first and foremost..." The dreaded sentence was coming. You could see it in her facial expression. "A dance."

Ginny's head flew up suddenly, banging against yours so hard you had to hold your jaw in pain. "Oh Y/N, I'm so sorry!" she squeaked, palpably petrified with what she has done to her older brother's girlfriend.

"No, no," you waved your hand, testing your jaw by moving it in circular motions. "It's alright Ginny."

"But what if it gives you a bruise?" She asked frightened. "The ball is just around the corner!"

Your eyes widened at that and before you could soothe the girl, Hermione had butted in. "She'll be fine Ginny. Besides, Fred is so smitten by her he genuinely won't care."

"True," you added in agreement, holding your chin after wrapping your free hand around the smaller girl to cheer her up. Ginny calmed down and returned to her bright, usual self soon after.

The quick accident helped you better ignore the agonizing groans of the boys that generously outmatched the giggling. While most of the girls, including yourself, enjoyed the aspect of dancing with a gentleman, the boys didn't like the thought of becoming one so much.

You searched for Fred's eyes the second you could, finding him already looking at you from afar. He was quick in mouthing an 'Are you okay?' and pointing to his own jaw for better explanation.

You nodded but still mouthed an 'ow' for dramatics sake.

Fred knew his little sister's strength, but he also knew your pain tolerance and that made him less concerned. Fred then sent you a wink accompanied by a wicked grin of excitement. Being a couple played in your favor excellently.

Most of the girls feared being partnerless at the ball, so you felt very content with yourself. You secured yourself both an escort and a dance partner by just loving a boy that was able to be serious if you ever asked him to be.

"Silence!" McGonagall raised both her hands in the air, "The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard word for nearly 10 centuries."

She then continued, "I will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling bumbling band of baboons."

"Babbling what now?" You asked in amazement. She was very creative with her words; you give her that.

From the corner of your eye you saw your boyfriend monkeying around with his brother, staying true to his teasing nature by making fun of McGonagall's words.

"Now. To dance is to let the body..." She took a deep breath as she said that, "...breathe. Inside every girl a secret swan slumbers, longing to burst free and take flight."

Fred's younger brother, Ron, decided to take that inspirational moment to comment about Eloise Midgen, a girl that was sitting very close to you, Hermione and Ginny. You shook your head, not liking his comment at all.

McGonagall heard it but finished her sentence nevertheless, saying something about boys having a lion inside of them. "Mr. Weasley."

Ron looked at her through a fringe of red hair, "Yes..."

"Would you join me, please." She was already by his side as she said that.

"I'd dance with that woman anytime." A girl from your year mumbled, creating quite big hysterics of agreement among the girls. You started to laugh, Ron's face and the girls' comments becoming too much for you to handle.

Ron on the other hand sat awkwardly and glanced around the room in which his housemates were all eagerly waiting for his slip, panicked beyond comprehension. Even Harry who had his arm bandaged due to being an actual contestant in the Tournament, eagerly pushed him up with his healthy one.

McGonagall had Ron in her vise hold. The poor boy couldn't go anywhere without making a complete fool of himself. The music started to play, and Fred and George were loving the sight in front of them as they kept throwing in whistles and remarks that made everyone smile. A years' worth of teasing material had just appeared without them doing so much as moving a finger to make it happen.

On the other side of the room, you weren't breathing. Literal tears formed in your eyes when Ginny made a joke on Ron's account.

"Everybody come together! Boys on your feet!"

You had coughed up your laughter immediately, although the giggles seemed to be a permanent thing. You stood to your feet and dashed across the room for Fred after hearing a fifth year tell her friend how she was going to ask him to partner up.

You leaped into his arms, relieved to have snatched him before anyone else could.

"Woah there, love," Fred mused, placing his hand on your waist like Professor McGonagall had instructed. While teasing his younger brother, Fred managed to pick up the essential parts of the dance because he didn't want to tramp all over your feet and have to carry you to Madam Pomfrey. "Thought I'd leave you hanging?"

Although Fred didn't mind hoisting you up into a princess-carry and acting out a heroic save, he was, quite frankly terrified of the wrath you would unleash on him if he was the reason you wouldn't be able to wear your heels to the ball.

"Actually," your laughter broke down as you two started to dance in steady pace around the room. "I didn't want you to partner up with someone else."

Genuine confusion crossed his features after that, "Come again?"

"I heard several girls talk about how they're going to ask you partner up with them," you mumbled just as the tune changed and he swiftly helped you twirl before pulling you back so you were flush against his chest. "Are you sure they weren't talking about George? He actually-"

"Is your name Fred?" You cut him off.

"Yeah..."

You gave him a look that said well-there-you-go.

"If it makes you feel any better," Fred whispered, voice raspy as he gripped your waist and pulled you against him as if you weren't already glued together before. His mouth slowly found its way to your neck and you shivered under the proximity. "I only have eyes for you."

You didn't get to enjoy the moment as you heard Ron scream, his lust for sibling revenge overtaking. "Professor, Fred and Y/N are snogging! It's kind of disgusting, actually!"

"Mr. Weasley! Miss Y/LN!"

"Not again!" Fred and you said simultaneously.

***

You sat in between Fred and Neville in the great hall, working mostly with Fred on an essay Snape had assigned for you during this study session. You talked quietly with Neville while at it too, sharing deep compassion as you helped answer some questions he had for you about Herbology, keeping professor Sprout out of your mouth as much as possible. You didn't want Snape to find out you were talking about a subject that wasn't his.

Ron's muttering was very much loud as he kept going on about how depressed he was. "Well maybe you should just get yourself a girlfriend then. Like me." Fred whispered proudly, eyeing Snape who was walking around the hall like a soldier.

You mimicked Fred's smirk and turned to Ron, "It's not as easy as it looks."

"Getting a girlfriend, you mean?" Ron said, his face falling into an ever deeper frown when you nodded. "Bloody hell... How is that supposed to help?"

"It isn't," you told him. "Fred's just speaking nonsense. Don't listen to him."

Your boyfriend just grinned, slinging his arm over your shoulder but taking it off as soon as Snape glared at it. You swallowed a bubble of laughter that threatened to slip past your lips.

Out of the blue, George scribbled something on a piece of paper, folding it and throwing it at Ron, apparently not trusting his voice to say whatever he wanted to out loud.

You watched as Ron read it through, turning to your boyfriend, the quill in your hand now long forgotten. "What did George write?"

"Get a move on or all the good ones will have gone." Fred whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple as proof to you that he took no part in that message.

"Good ones..." you muttered mockingly. "Pig."

Fred laughed, stuffing his mouth into the sleeve of his shirt to muffle it. He then turned to his brother and told him what you thought of his message. George leaned behind Fred to scowl at you carefully, so Snape doesn't see.

You both stuck out your tongues to each other like kids at the same time and while you returned straight to work, the younger twin continued to converse with Ron. Eventually George threw a paper ball at Angelina and you watched as the paper ball flew past your eyes, missing you by a millimeter. George had made a good shot as the paper ball bounced off Angelina's body. It urged her to look at George as he acted out the question, "You want to go to the ball with me?"

Angelina nodded, surprising you.

"Seriously?" You asked your close friend.

"What?" She shrugged, "He's cute."

Your raised brow catched Angelina off guard. "And funny..."

"As long as you don't mistake him for Fred," You whispered, "I support it."

Fred chuckled next to you.

"I won't be going alone because believe it or not someone asked me!" Hermione exclaimed, most likely because of Ron. You weren't paying attention to either of them, only starting to do so when Hermione stormed across the hall to Snape and handed him her finished assignment. She turned to grab her things whilst putting Ron in his place. "And I said yes!"

"Please don't tell me Ron asked her to the ball as a last resort," You sighed once Hermione disappeared behind the doors.

"I'm afraid he did, love," Fred answered.

You shook your head at Ron in disappointment, "Fred, did I ever tell you how much I'm grateful for you?"

Fred's smile intensified as he shook his head. "No, I don't think you did."

For that, you listened to your gut and grabbed him by his red Gryffindor tie, pulling him to you until your lips connected. Unfortunately, the kiss lasted for only a second due to Snape crawling around the place like the snake he is, but the brief kiss still left you breathless. Left you wanting more. "Want to get out of here?"

"Mhmm," you said with an eager nod of your head. Your brain was mushed and you only had time to whisper to Neville where he could find the answers about the Bouncing Bulb he's been desperate to find more about before Fred pulled you to your feet and grabbed both your stuff. In return, you collected both Fred and yours assignment and stuffed them into Snape's arms. "Have a lovely day, Professor."

"As I said Ron," Fred said smiling, glancing at you and Snape. "Better go get yourself a girlfriend…before the good ones are taken."

"I think the bloody best one is taken already," Ron mumbled with a pout, every male close to him responding in agreement.

Fred winked at them all, a winning smirk plastered on his face as he grabbed your hand and eagerly pulled you outside to do whatever your hearts desired in that moment.

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[lilyharvord]

Meet Me at Our Spot (Part 2)

F in the chat bois. YOU ALL MADE ME DO THIS, JUST REMEMBER THAT. (IGNORE ANY TIME RELATED THINGS I SAID IN THE PREVIOUS PART OF THIS LITTLE SERIES. I’m gonna go back and fix stuff to match with this one. Assume all timing things in this part are official. I’m going to say they’ve actually been dating for 1.5+ years in the first part of this fic series.) Now I have to add like 50 more parts to this cause I love this universe too. ): RIP to me and I guess to all of you since I'm slower than paint drying with updates. XD

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Mare had never been one for holidays. Holidays with her family had consisted of whatever her mother could find on the shelves of stores at half price the day of, and the relief of seeing her brothers sitting on the couch instead of working. Of course, Bree was normally called in for the late night shift right after dinner, and Tramy worked up until about two hours before dinner was served. There was always just enough for them, but never an excess, leftovers were a luxury she never experienced. That had changed a bit when she moved out and started spending the holidays with friends. But it didn’t change the gnawing ache in her stomach that always came when she saw the holidays approaching on the calendar.

           Shade and Farley always threw a wonderful Thanksgiving, and her brother was a better cook than all of them so the food was exceptional. And Ada’s partners worked as promotors for a vineyard up north so they got a couple free bottles of wine to try every time. Those were the holiday’s she wanted to remember, and the ones she wanted to have for the rest of her life.

           Which is why, standing in her tiny kitchen sweating out of her thin sweater and jeans, she feels like a fool for trying to host one at all. Who had she been kidding to even suggest doing this?

           A knock on the door startled her, and she almost jumped out of her skin. She glanced down at her jeans covered in flour and cinnamon and red chili powder before eyeing the pot of potatoes about to boil over. She had a horrible feeling that if she looked away for one second they would spill over onto the stove. The knock came  again, softer this time.

No one was supposed to be at her door for at least another couple hours, which meant it was probably her neighbor— coworker, and friend—Ella coming to check on her after she heard the loud string of curse words Mare had screamed after she burned the tamales.

Grimacing and sliding around her counter to answer, Mare pushed the hairs that had fallen out of her hasty bun out of her face as she slid the chain lock off and opened the door. Her stomach lurched at who was standing in the hallway outside her apartment.

Cal had accepted the invitation to her Thanksgiving with a relieved sigh, and a promise to bring something to share. Here he was too, over two hours early and talking with Ella who was leaning against her doorway across the way. Her friend’s bright blue hair was recently dyed, and she looked cozy in her sweat ensemble. Her eyes drifted to Mare beyond Cal, and she smirked like a cat before saying, “Someone’s been busy.”

Swallowing her embarrassment at her current state, Mare tried to brush some of the flour off her jeans when Cal turned around to see her. He always dressed like he would run into someone who knew him and who would in turn report back to his father. It had only gotten worse since his promotion to his father’s position a few months ago. That dark sweater went so well with his eyes though, and he looked so clean cut that Mare blushed. His eyes widened as he took her in, before he broke into a wide grin and said, “I’d say so.”

Her embarrassment evaporated, only to be replaced with a irritable scowl that made him only grin cheekily at her.

“Do I get to come in or do I have to stand out here looking at how lovely you look for the rest of the day?” He asked when she didn’t immediately say anything.

Pursing her lips as Ella coughed to hide her laugh, Mare glared at her friend and grabbed Cal’s sleeve to yank him inside. “Shut up.” She snipped as she slammed the door closed on Ella’s cackling.

Cal glanced around at her messy apartment before moving the half used can of pumpkin puree off the edge of the counter to set the bag he had brought down. Mare rubbed her hands on her jeans repeatedly, making the mess there worse. The remainder of the puree between her fingers made them catch and pick up little flecks of her jeans there. “Sorry about the um… everything.” She turned back to the potatoes which were boiling over now. Desperately trying to stir them back down Mare grit her teeth and said, “I wasn’t expecting anyone for another couple hours.”

His arms snaked around her hips and hugging her close he set his chin on top of her head and glanced at the smorgasbord that was her kitchen stove. He smelled like the cologne she loved, the one that reminded her of fall and burning wood. He knew she loved that one too. For some reason today though, it pissed her off that he had done that. He’d put himself together so perfectly, and here she was looking for all intents and purposes like a Jack Pollok painting. His tone was laced with laughter as he pressed a soft kiss to her hair. “I figured I’d show up and help if you needed it. Looks you have it handled though.”

Her annoyance boiled over and her head snapped up so quickly she caught his throat at just the right angle so he coughed and released her to stumble back in surprise. Forgetting the potatoes, she flipped around and set her hands on her hips to jeer at him. “Do you get amusement out of making fun of me?”

His eyes widened as he rubbed his throat slowly. “No?’”

Her anger depleted, and she suddenly felt horrible for jabbing at him like that. He had been at least mostly serious. Closing her eyes and pressing the heels of her palms into them, Mare tried to hold back the burn of tears when she whispered, “I’m sorry. I just… thought you were not going to be here for a few more hours.”

The tears prickled at the edge of her senses and she pressed her palms in harder to stay them off. This was an overreaction to this situation and she knew it, but this was just too much and she should have known better than to try and make her life into something more than it was. She was no cook, that was Shade. She was no great hostess, that was Farley. She was not bubbly like her sister who always brought a sunny, warm disposition to any gathering. She was not Bree’s loud boisterous presence that had always made their pitiful living room feel so alive. She wasn’t Tramy’s gentle spirit who always brough the nicest flowers to decorate the table for their mother. She had been stupid for thinking she could handle this.

Cal’s warm hands cupped her elbows before sliding up to her wrists as he gently pulled her hands from her eyes. “How can I help? Tell me what I can do to fix whatever is wrong.”

She squeezed her eyes shut to avoid what she knew his face looked like. She hadn’t had this bad of a meltdown in front of him before. She had been angry before, melancholy, and frustrated, but never on the verge of tears. She knew he would have that face on too. The slightly furrowed brow, the pleading eyes that he wore whenever he saw someone who needed help and refused to ask.  He was so good and wheedling that ask out of people when he looked like that.

“Nothing, you can’t do anything.” She pushed through her teeth and tried to pull her wrists from his grip. He squeezed tigther though, keeping her in place before pulling her closer to his body so she was enveloped in his warmth.

“Do you want me to go?” He asked gently, not a hint of animosity in his voice, just pure understanding.

“I—” She didn’t know what she wanted. How did she put into words that she wanted to be someone other than herself for just one night?

His fingers peeled off one of her wrists to tuck the stubborn hairs behind her ear again. He trailed them along her cheek before saying, “Trust me, give me some of the burden love. I can carry it as long as you need me to.”

“It’s not that.” She whispered, finally releasing the shaky breath that had been rattling in her chest for the past hour while she watched things slowly start to crumble like the pie crust she tried to make last night.

“I—I thought I could do this, but I can’t.” She let her shoulders sag with the admission, the weight leaving her chest and throat finally. He let her wrist fall as she dropped her arm, sliding his hand into hers and interlacing their fingers before squeezing gently. “I’m not the kind of person for this. I wanted it to be like everyone else’s, I wanted to be perfect and I can’t do those kinds of things.” She laughed softly, feeling at once stupid and immature for admitting that. Things were never perfect in life. People felt like this all the time, but for some reason today it had hit her hardest.

He was quiet for a little bit, digesting her words. She slid her tongue along her lower lip before turning to pull away from him. Instead of letting her go though, he pulled her into his embrace and engulfed her. Her cheek pressed into his sweater and she tensed for a moment at the sudden intimacy of the moment. Her eyes remained open as she stared at the mess on her counter.

“Do you know why I’m here this early?” He asked her quietly before sliding a hand up her back to set his hand on her head. His fingers gently slid into her hair, undoing her bun a little more. She sagged into the touch, letting her eyes drop closed finally. His laugh was tired and she felt it against her cheek as it echoed hollowly through his chest. “I’d rather be here than sitting at my father’s pretending that I’m happy to be there.”

“You love your father.” She grumbled. She didn’t understand how he could, given what the man said and did, but she supposed she should be glad he loved people like that. It meant he might still care for her someday when she did something terrible like she knew she would do. Mare Molly Barrow did not live that perfect, paint by numbers life. She always dabbed the brush a little too hard, put the wrong color in the wrong box, or purposefully threw the paint on the canvas to ruin it. She knew why too. There was a fear rooted deep within her that Cal both soothed and made worse. She fit into his life like a child’s painting surrounded by priceless artwork. Someday, someone would realize she was not like the things around her. Someday, the charm of having her would wear off and he would put her in a box in the attic where she belonged.

His sigh was heavier than the weight that had settled in her stomach. “You can love someone and still… wish not to be around them.” His words were barely a murmur, the tone an admission of shame in and of itself. She glanced up at him, a brow raised in surprise. His features were pinched but he smoothed them out quickly with the prize winning smile that he used to smother everything that made him uncomfortable.

She tilted her head at it, and drew her lips in a tight line. The smile fell and he released her to lean back against the counter. His lovely sweater was coated in a thin film of white flour and Mare tried to keep from looking at the smudge of imperfection she had created on him. What a perfect metaphor, she thought as she hugged herself.

“Maven has the right idea.” Cal murmured, his eyes glancing out the window at the cityscape.

“Maven doesn’t have your responsibilities.” Mare parroted the words Cal had told her one night while she was resting and drawing patterns on his chest with her nail. They had struck her as odd then, and they struck her as odd even now. For someone with so much apparent freedom, Cal certainly liked the bars of his cage.

Chuckling at her tone, he gave her a knowing smile. “He’s always been the smarter one of the two of us. Explains why he ran when he had the chance.”

Mare smiled at him as well, a part of her melting against him so she had the strange sensation that she was molding herself with him. Whenever that happened, Mare wondered if maybe there was a future for them. Her mother had been uncertain when Mare mentioned who she was seeing and warned her in a quiet, serious tone to be careful with her heart in this relationship. Her father had agreed, telling her that people like them mixed with the upper echelons of society like oil and water. But the more she was around Cal, the more she felt like that didn’t matter. Sure they’d had edges, prickly things that they had cut their hands on in the first few months. Yet, whenever Mare looked for those edges again, they had been sanded down while she wasn’t looking.

“Maybe you should run away for a bit too. I’m sure Volo could handle the board,” she trailed off with a tiny smile as he pulled a face.

“And doom every person in the company? I’d like to keep that off my conscience” He murmured before reaching out and pulling her close again. She let him, melting physically into his embrace and ultimately wrapping her arms around him. Every inhale brought the smell of his cologne, and every exhale soothed her a little more until most of the tension had left her body.

“Do you want me to help with the cooking?” He asked, when she had stood with him for a good few minutes. She could have kept standing there too, ignoring the more pressing concerns around her. He made it so easy to disappear from the outside world for a little bit too. Sometimes it scared her how easily she lost touch with the ground when she was with him. More and more lately though, it felt wonderful. The chance to escape from her reality had become like a drug and she sought out more every time.

           “You can cook?” She asked dubiously and squinted up at him. It was a half tease. She wasn’t entirely sure if he could cook. If he could she would be impressed, but he didn’t seem like the type to know how.

           Blanching at her tone, he put a hand to his heart in mock hurt. “Mare, you think so little of me?”

           She laughed, pulling away to glance once more at the mess around her.  “I think just the right amount judging by your reaction.”

           Her potatoes had finally calmed down, and looked at least salvageable, and the turkey wasn’t as badly burned as she thought. Plenty of gravy on it would hide the dryness. The tamales were not the most salvageable thing she had made, but Shade would eat them because they were his favorite. All in all, it was not the complete disaster she thought it was.

           Cal surveyed the scene with hands on his hips as he said, “I brought pie.”

           “Well, congratulations, you saved my day.” She teased before pushing his shoulder and retying her hair to get it out of her eyes. The pie was more of a saving grace than she let on. She had failed to make her own, and the efforts of it were sitting in the trash.

           “I like to think if I do anything right it’s that.” He managed to wrangle her back toward him, and pressed a kiss into her neck. She laughed at his words, the last of the weight leaving from her chest as he banded his arms around her waist to trap her against him.

           “You smell like bread.” He murmured in her hair and she ended up laughing harder at his words, amusement rolling off her in waves. She smelled like a number of things, most probably inedible at this point. But if that was the best he could come up with, she had to laugh at him.

           “Was that supposed to be a compliment?” She asked as she pinched one of his forearms. “I could have sworn you were a better flirt than that.”

           His fingers slipped to the waistband of her jeans, and slid under them for one second. “You’re so mean to me.” He teased before kissing her neck and dipping his fingers below the waistband.

           Mare inhaled sharply as his fingers trailed lower and dropped underneath her underwear. She hadn’t bothered to wear anything cute, given the fact that she thought he wouldn’t be here for a few more hours and that they’d both be so tired they wouldn’t do anything after either. She was only partially regretting it now. She had been stupid enough to fall into the societal trap of wearing whatever she considered to be her sexiest panties that week to impress him. Now he would get to witness whatever she happened to put on this morning. She could only hope it wasn’t one of the stupid days of the week ones she kept cause they were so comfortable.

           “My potatoes are going to burn.” She released a breathy sigh as he dragged his fingers along her and took her full weight when her legs went to jelly for a heartbeat. It was a weak excuse and she knew it. Deep down she knew it was making an excuse to make an excuse.

           “They have plenty of time. The water isn’t even below them yet.” He murmured in her ear as he squeezed her hips harder and nipped at her earlobe. She melted a little further, needing little to no persuasion anyway. Her friends all teased her about them being in the “honeymoon” phase of their relationship, and that eventually the whole having sex as much as possible thing would get old. A part of her hoped it never would. Every time there was something new she found out about him, or something he found new with her. And every time after she felt like she was floating, content just to lay next to him and talk and laugh and poke fun at him. She never tired of his smile, or the way he talked with his hands when he got especially passionate about something.

           If, no when, he left—because he undoubtably would have to leave her at some point for a girl more of his station—it was going to be what she missed the most. Not the sex, although that was definitely going to be a part of it, but the little moments with him. She still remembered in crystal clear clarity the first morning she woke up in his bed. He had fallen asleep on his front, his hair tussled across his forehead. Lying like that, she had to almost hold herself back from reaching out to brush that hair away from his eyes. She had contained herself to just watching him, watching the rise and fall of his back as he breathed, watching the way his eyelashes fluttered while he dreamed. It felt like a stolen thing, a moment in time that she had taken and stashed away so no one else could have it.

           The girl who ultimately got him would have an unlimited supply of those moments, but Mare would have that one, and she hoped she could be content with that.

            She squeezed his forearm at the thought, a tiny bubble of sadness forming in her chest. He withdrew his hand as she turned to face him, his brows furrowing as he asked, “Unless you are still stressed about the whole thing—”

           “No.” She admitted, before reaching up to cup his face and drag him down to kiss him softly. He relaxed and kissed her back, letting her take the lead and set a more temperate pace. Whenever those thoughts entered her head, she always had to go slower with him. Some illogical part of her brain reasoned that if she slowed these moments, then time would actually slow down and she would get to keep him for longer.

           He leaned forward into the kiss, tipping her back until she almost lost her balance. He had never let her fall though, and he didn’t this time either. Wrapping a hand around her waist to lift her, he slid his other hand along one of her legs too. She wrapped her legs around his waist immediately and cupped his jaw to tilt his head back and keep the kiss going as long as possible. She didn’t have to voice her thoughts or how she felt, he kept the pace she did, and read her like any book or report put in front of him. They kept the leisurely pace, deepening the kiss and retreating again like waves on the shore.

           He turned to the counter and with a gentle sweep of his arm pushed the empty boxes and packets to the side to make room to lay her down on the top. As he did, he put his hand in the small pile of flour left over from her pie attempt and pulled away in surprise to look at his palm. She laughed at his bewilderment until he smirked at her and dragged a hand through her hair to complete undo her bun and paint her hair with white streaks.

           Mare’s laugh immediately cut off and she gasped at the audacity of his action. Without thinking she shoved her hand into the little bowl of mole sauce she planned to drown the tamales in, and painted his cheeks and lips with it. He reeled back with a laugh, earning one from her too as she turned to try and grab something else to throw at him.

           He beat her to the nearly empty can of pumpkin puree, and that ended up on her stomach when he lifted her sweater and dragged his hand along her skin. Hooking his hand on the waistband of her jeans he dragged her to the edge of the counter and went to kiss her. She threaded flour in his hair as she knotted her fingers in it. She could taste the spice of the mole on his lips and she dragged her tongue along them in response, tasting it before pushing her tongue past his lips.

He grabbed the back of her knee in response, smearing flour and pumpkin puree there as well before guiding her leg around his waist and leaning over her further. She could feel the other things she’d spilt on the counter seeping into the back of her sweater and jeans, but she didn’t care. His sweater was covered in flour and some of the mole sauce that had dripped of his chin onto it. He smelled like his cologne and she let her head fall back to simply fall into the moment as he pressed his lips to her neck and kissed down to her collarbone. The whole thing was so wonderfully messy that she laughed again, so filled with bubbling amusement and joy that she couldn’t hold it in.

           He lifted his head from his ministrations at her collarbone, and tilting his head to the side he watched her with a smile that she had never seen from him before. She cupped his jaw when her laughter had subsided, and admired that smile.

           “I think I’m in love with you Mare Barrow.” He whispered to her, bringing her heart to a screeching stop in her chest.

           Love. Dear god, love was a dangerous word. Her smile wavered, even as she tried to keep it up to avoid any awkwardness. She’d dated plenty of men, all of which she told not to throw the L word out until she did. Did she not tell Cal that? She must have forgotten. He’d never have taken that step if she had. Everything with him had been so fast though. From meeting him to the first date, to going to his father’s retirement party, to everything after. Things with him went both fast and slow at the same time, leaving her breathless more often than not. But it had only been about a year, and she was always scared to say she loved someone.

           When he saw the parade of emotions that rushed across her face, he blushed and pulled back, dropping her leg and awkwardly avoiding her eye. She grimaced, chiding herself immediately for not being better at hiding her thoughts.

           “Sorry, I—that just slipped out.” He took a tiny step back, and her stomach dropped.

           “Cal,” she sat up immediately, reaching for his hand and squeezing when she managed to catch it. “It’s okay. I—I wasn’t ready for you to say that. I’m—” She didn’t even know what to say. She wasn’t sorry for her hesitancy. She wasn’t sure she could say she loved him yet either though. She liked him, more than she had liked any of the man she had dated for as long as she had him. But she wasn’t sure she loved him yet. Wasn’t sure she could admit to it if she did. Love seemed like… a permeant step. It seemed like finally taking the leap off the cliff and hoping her caught her on the way down. She had been burned plenty of times by men that weren’t even half the man he was, but for some reason she was so much more afraid of him burning her.

           “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” He murmured, shaking his head with a little laugh. She frowned, feeling a mix of emotions she didn’t quite know how to process.

           “You shouldn’t feel bad for admitting to your feelings.” She whispered, feeling like a fraud as she said it. She couldn’t even tell him the truth about her fears. Who was she to give advice like that? Still, she squeezed his fingers in reassurance and said, “You just surprised me. I didn’t mean for it to seem like I was upset.”

           Tugging on his hand when he didn’t immediately reply or look at her, she managed to get him to reluctantly move closer. Threading her arms over his shoulders she tilted her head to gently rest her forehead against his. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and whispered, “I don’t want you to be afraid of it. You feel what you feel. And what you feel is okay.”

           “You don’t feel that way though.” It was a question almost, and she felt horrible for the way her lips lifted into a gentle smile.

           “I don’t know yet. I—I really like you. You make me happy and today you really did save some of my sanity. But love is… it’s hard to explain.” She pulled back a bit, and ran her hands down his front to rest on his ribs. “I’ve been hurt by people before. I don’t want to be hurt again.”

           He at least had the grace not to say he would never hurt her. Still the light she’d seen in his eyes a little bit ago dimmed, making her stomach twist with worry. She knew that at some point she would ruin this, and this must be the moment she feared.

           “I’m sorry I can’t repeat that back to you yet.” She whispered as she dropped her hands to her lap and looked at her jeans. So much for the happy feeling she’d had a few minutes ago.

           His hands engulfed hers in her lap before he threaded his fingers through hers gently. “I’ll wait for you then.”

           She raised a brow at that and gave him a bewildered look in response.

           “I’ll wait for you as long as you want me too.” He whispered before pressing a delicate kiss to the side of her mouth. “Because I think I’m falling in love with you, I will wait.”

           “You’d risk me hurting you?” She asked, slightly awed and slightly worried. The last thing she wanted was to hurt him, and he was setting her up to deliver that crushing blow.

           “You could never hurt me.” He admitted before kissing her gently. She blinked in bewilderment, that same warm feeling returning for a very different reason this time. She thought he would leave her if she did anything remotely like what she normally did in relationships. She had self-sabotaged enough times to know the signs, and she had certainly starting going down that path lately with him as her thought about him leaving someday became more powerful.

           Pulling back from the kiss she shook her head softly and admitted, “Don’t say that. Because I will.”

           “Why do you think that?” He tilted his head to the side, not a hint of accusation in his tone, just genuine confusion.

           “Because I do that to everyone. I told you that.”

           “You told me that you had bad relationships before.” He corrected, only to realize then the flaw in those words. He frowned then, confusion oozing from every pore in his body.

           “I get scared, so I run.” The moment she said the words she wanted to take them back. Dear god what was it about that man that made admit shit like that? He seemed to draw it out of her like alcohol.

           The confusion melted away only to be replaced by a teasing smile as he set his hands on her hips and pulled her closer so she was flush against him again. “Then it’s a good thing I’m a fast runner.”

           “Cal I’m serious.” She shook her head in annoyance, thinking he was being unreasonable. Her words did anything but admonish him because that smile wouldn’t leave and the light was back in his eyes as he looked into her eyes.

           “You’re going to have to push me in front of a bus because I don’t plan on letting you go Mare Molly Barrow.” He said as his smile widened at her perplexion. That little bubble in her chest took that moment to form again, and that part of her mind that had been hissing in fear for weeks took a cement block to the head and finally went quiet as she grabbed his face and kissed him.

           He melted into her again, pushing a hand under her sweater and following the lines of her stomach to her ribs. Following the lines like they were a map, he sent shivers down her spine with every little brush of his fingers.

Breathless, she whispered against his lips, “You are so stupidly infuriating.”

           “Is that supposed to be a complement?” He replied with a smile before cupping her breast over her bra, and laying her down completely on the counter. She hummed in agreement, a hint of laughter dancing on the edge of the sound as he swept his tongue through her mouth to the rhythm of his thumb on her breast.

           Wrapping her arms around his neck again, she pulled him closer and arched her hips against his until he groaned in her mouth and squeezed her breast hard enough that she felt his callous through the thin lace at the cup. She smirked and pulled on his hair in response. He ground against her in agreement, murmuring her name as he fumbled with the hem of her sweater and tried to pull it over her head.

           Reaching down she helped him get it over her head before sitting up again and wrapping her legs around his waist. He pushed back against her, trying to lay her on the counter again, but she latched onto him like a leech, biting his lower lip until she could feel it swelling. Dragging it between her teeth, she pulled back to take in the moment when his pupils dilated and swallowed almost all of the wonderful amber irises.

           “Are you going to fuck me on the counter or do you want to do this in my shower?” She gave him a coy smile, and hooked the hem of his sweater with a finger to keep him pinned against her.

           His smile was as mirror of hers until it curled into a smirk as he whispered, “Where would you like me too?” He unbuttoned her jeans without looking, tilting his head to the side slightly as he continued. “But just know if I take you to the shower, it will take a bit for us to get going there.”

           “Why?” She asked with a quirked brow. They were practically on their way to getting fully undressed. I wouldn’t be difficult to remove the last layers and turn her shower on.

           “Because I plan to wash every inch of you.” He teased as he began to push her slowly back onto the counter and slide her pants off. “Especially in the hard to reach places.” He added as he pressed a kiss against her hip. Smiling up at her from that position he massaged her hips with his fingers, kneading the muscles there with his knuckles.  

           Laughing, she propped herself up with her elbows and said with a wink, “We both know that you’re an absolute prude. Don’t pretend like you would even think to do that.”

           Placing a hand in mock hurt on his chest, he said, “A prude? Mare Molly Barrow, I would have thought by now that you would know I am anything but a prude.” He smirked as he pressed another kiss against her stomach and then slowly licked the remaining puree off of her skin there.

           “I thought you hated pumpkin.” She exhaled and let her head fall back on the counter, threading her fingers through his hair as he dropped his lips lower to graze above her underwear line.

           “I like it on you.” He teased before nipping at her skin and sliding her underwear off as well. His breath grazed over her entrance before he pressed a kiss on the inside of her thigh. Squeezing the outside of her thighs, he dragged his tongue up her center, successfully doubling the ache between her legs so she had to dig her teeth into her lower lip to keep from groaning. He licked her again and she bucked against him, exhaling through her teeth as she tried to squirm away. He held her in place, his lips curling up into a smile against her as he angled her hips differently so she had no choice but to fall into his hands and let him support her weight.  

           “Mhm.” She hummed in agreement as he circled his tongue around the bundle of nerves that sent sparks along every muscle and made her curl her toes. “I like your cologne.” She said, only to cut off with a groan as he replaced his tongue with his fingers.

           His laugh vibrated against her as he closed his lips around her folds, and practically sent her spiraling with the feeling. Fisting her fingers in his hair, she pulled hard enough that he grunted and bit down just the slightest bit by accident.

           “Holy fuck.” She said, the words rising into a whine on the end as she arched off the counter. She pulled on his hair again, every muscle in her legs tensing as his teeth brushed harder against her.

           “If you pull any harder you’re going to rip my hair—”

           “Fuck me on this counter, right now.” Propping herself up on her elbows she reached a hand down to grab the front of his sweater to pull him up toward her. His pupils were almost completely dilated, and his cheeks were flushed. He held her gaze before grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her in to kiss her.

           Mirroring him, she grabbed the back of his neck and threaded both hands into his hair and held him there as she closed her eyes and pressed her tongue against his teeth. He opened to her, and she got a taste of herself almost immediately while he dragged her to the edge of the counter. He struggled with untucking the shirt under his sweater to get to his belt for a second before giving up and pulling his sweater off and then pulling the undershirt off as well.

           Without breaking contact, Mare trailed her nails over his chest, feeling every groove and line of muscle before pulling his fumbling fingers away from the belt. With quick hands, she undid the buckle and then the button of his pants. Throwing the belt out of her tiny kitchen space, she heard it clatter in the living space. At least this time they had kept their clothes contained to one area. Usually she had to go hunting for things.

           He managed to get his pants off without her help, and blindly he pushed his fingers into her, pumping slowly and curling them against the spot that made her whine. Grinding down on his palm for more friction, she took a ragged breath and whispered against his lips, “this seems like a bad place for this.”

           With a grunt, he lifted her off the counter and carried her the two steps around the counter. She kissed him the whole time, amazed at his coordination as he crouched and set her down on the carpet. Arching her back, she ground her hips against his. With a groan that he buried in her neck,  he whispered her name and pressed harder against her in response. She could feel every inch of him, hard and ready.

           Knotting her fingers in his hair and tipping her head back she panted, “I want you to fuck me so hard I see stars.”

           He laughed softly against her shoulder, trailing his hands along her body to her hips to lift them and position her in his lap. Reaching a hand between her legs, she curled her fingers around him and pumped once, and then twice when he moaned her name. The carpet near her head balled into his fist as he squeezed it, and his fingers dug into her hip as moved with her.

           “You’re going to be the death of me.” His voice rasped in her ear, breaking on the words. He nipped at her neck, and then kissed the spot in apology. She squirmed in response, giving him a few more good pumps before he replaced her hand with his own.

           She exhaled as he filled her, sliding in deep enough that it ached. Her toes curled, and every nerve fired like a live wire as she arched to take more. He slid in further as she adjusted. The muscles in his back tensed underneath her hand, and she burrowed her nails into his skin to urge him on. This was the part of him she liked the most. He always let her lead, and not because of lack of experience on his part, but simply because it was what he did with her.

           Thrusting all the way in, he murmured her name as he pulled out to push in again. Mare tightened her legs around his hips in agreement, and closed her eyes as she propped herself up a little to change the angle. He hit a spot that made stars explode behind her eyelids, and she moaned in pleasure as the hit traveled all the way up her body.

           “Good?” He asked in her ear as he pulled out and thrust in again to punctuate his question.

           “Yes.” The word was a drawn out whine as she arched against him and pressed her forehead to his. It was all the permission he needed.

           With a yank he lifted her hips out from underneath her so she fell back against the carpet with a gasp. Bracing a hand by her head, he thrust in her hard enough that her back skidded over the carpet. In the back of her mind, she realized that she was probably going to have a horrible rug burn, but then he moved again and his hips snapped against hers and she lost all touch with reality.

It became just the two of them, moving in perfect tandem. The sounds of the traffic outside faded to a dull murmur until the rasp of their shared breaths and the sound of her pleasure as he painted stars behind her eyes was the only thing that existed. With her eyes closed she went by smell and feel alone, scoring her nails down his back as he bent over her and sucked at her neck. His cologne was drowning her. She’d never felt safer though, buried underneath the weight of his body and surrounded by the smell of autumn and home. For as long as she could remember he smelled like that. Like home, like the time of the year when she used to come home and her mother was waiting with a little fire and warm soup for her chilled hands.

Behind her eyelids, the past mixed with an impossible future. Little amber eyed babies with black and brown hair held out expectant hands for a bowls of soup after they walked back from the bus stop without their mittens because they left them at home by accident. Cal’s hands wrapped around hers while they kneaded dough for empanadas like Mare had seen her father do so many times with her mother. Tears burned behind her eyes even as she approached the point where she was going to shatter under him. That future seemed so improbable, so far away that it was almost a mirage. An unfair illusion and trick that her mind played on her.

She dragged a hand through his hair, and buried her face in his shoulder. Her insides curled as he continued to drive into her, whispering sweet nothings with a shaky voice. Sweat had made both of them slick, and it hid the first tears that rolled down her cheeks and into her mouth. Their salt mixed with the taste of him as he turned his head and captured her lips with a kiss.

His hips snapped against hers and she moaned into his mouth as she shattered like glass and melted in his hands. He held her against his chest as he pushed her through the waves of pleasure that washed over her, taking her to the very end so she trembled against him.

Panting, he slowly laid her back down on the rug and rested his forehead against her collarbone. Her legs twitched around his waist and she could barely breathe around the hitch of her lungs and the knife in her throat that she was desperately trying to swallow.

Sitting back slightly, he ran a hand through his hair and began to say something before noticing the faint tear trails on her cheeks. The evidence was impossible to hide.

“Mare?” He rasped, before grabbing her face to turn it toward him. “Did I hurt you? Are you hurt?”

Still breathless, he sounded terrified. Grabbing his wrists and forcing a very believable smile, she laughed. “No. It was good. It was so good.”

It wasn’t a lie. She’d asked and he had delivered, like he always did. Running a hand through his hair and pushing it off her forehead, her smile wavered to a melancholy one. “You are good. You’re always good.”

His concern furrowed his brows, and he searched her face for a few seconds. Those astute eyes tried to find the root of her expression, but found nothing. Mare had slid it behind walls and walls of perfectly placed happiness. Cupping his face, she said, “You gave me a nasty rug burn though.”

He didn’t immediately smile or laugh at her joke, but eventually the corner of his lips quirked up. Her relief was almost palpable. She was not about to talk about her worries tonight, not after the conversation they had just had. That might be a conversation for another day, if it ever became one at all.

Leaning forward again, he pressed a kiss between her brows, the touch so gentle that she closed her eyes. Her nails trailed lightly down the back of his neck, and she memorized the smell of him, the feel of him inside of her, and catalogued it away into the file she kept of him.

“We should shower.” He murmured against her temple as he kissed his way down her face to leave another feather light kiss on her lips.

“You mean you don’t want all my friends and my brother to know that you fucked me on the rug they’re going to be standing on tonight?” She teased, only to laugh as he lifted her up into his lap.

“If I tell them anything, it will be that I adore you.” He said with a smile as he moved her hair out of her face. His eyes shone in the evening light, and Mare copied that memory to tuck it away for safe keeping too.

(/////)

“I have to say, you didn’t do all that bad.” Shade teased her as he leaned against the old spiral staircase that lead upstairs to her bedroom while they watched their friends in her living room arguing over the semantics of something or another.

Lifting her mug of coffee to inhale the scent curling off it in tendrils of heat, Mare said, “You have full permission to check me into the hospital if I ever agree to do this again. Have them run every test in the book too.”

Her brother laughed, a wonderful sound that Mare never realized she missed until she heard it. She smiled at him too, and then took a deep drink of the rich roast Gisa had brought with her. She had smuggled a number of things back from her school in France, including a girlfriend that she had never mentioned to anyone. But Cameron was fun, albeit quiet and reserved. But she had gotten into the shenanigans around her after a glass of wine.

“I’ll be sure to.” Shade nudged her with his hip. Mare managed to keep her coffee in its mug, and glared at him for almost spilling it.

He gave her his prize winning smile though, and her resolve crumbled. Rolling her eyes and then turning back to the scene before her, she picked out Cal sitting on the couch. Her friends were still skeptical around him, and Farley was downright prickly most of the time, but they seemed to have all set that aside for tonight. It had eased the knot in her chest a little more.

“So he’s sticking around then? Possibly a permeant staple?” Shade asked, hiding the words from the rest of the room behind his mug. Not that anyone was going to hear him over the shouts of displeasure regarding the topic Farley had chosen.

Mare gripped her mug tighter, remembering the feeling of Cal’s lips on her shoulder as the hot water in her shower rolled down both their bodies, and how gently he had held her hips while she kissed him like a dying man inhaling air. He’d knelt before her in her tiny shower and almost put her on the wall to feast on her again after that.

Shaking her head slightly to dispel those memories, Mare ran her thumb over the rim of her mug. “Maybe.”

Shade lowered his mug, his eyes burning a hole in Mare’s profile. When she didn’t elaborate, he gestured with his head to the fire escape. With near silent steps, he climbed out the open window and Mare followed him. She glanced over her shoulder once to make sure no one noticed their departure. Everyone was too engrossed in Gisa’s story to pay them any attention though.

Outside, the late fall breeze burned her cheeks, and Mare shivered as it pushed through the holes of her sweater. Reaching up, she pulled the turtleneck collar up higher. Thank goodness this one had been clean, because as soon as she had gotten out of the shower earlier, she had seen the massive hickey forming on her neck and none of her makeup had been able to hide it. As much as it had made a knot of pleasure curl tightly in her stomach to see it, she didn’t need to announce to everyone what had happened earlier.

Shade sank onto the metal stairs that lead up to the next level and her bedroom. He watched his sister for a minute, before asking, “Is everything okay?”

“I mean, it’s fine.”

“You’re happy?”

“Of course.” Mare snapped, suddenly defensive.

Shade tilted his head to the side, and the lights of the traffic danced in his honey colored eyes for a moment. “Tell me the truth right now Mare. Or so help me I’ll go in there and force it out of him.”

           Turning to the street, Mare rested her forearms on the railing. Below her, the traffic crawled by, and people strolled along the street. It normally snowed this time of year, but the storms had held off for some reason. Global warming, Farley would bemoan as she raved about how people like Cal were ruining the world. Mare was surprised her friend hadn’t chewed Cal out tonight about it yet. It was a small miracle that she hadn’t.

           “Mare.” Shade spoke again, mimicking their father’s quiet demanding tone so well, Mare almost did a double take.

           Turning to look at the dark skyline, she let out a long exhale. “I—he’ll leave someday.”

           “He told you that?”

           “No, but I—I know it.” Mare kept her voice quiet in case anyone got curious and came to investigate.

           The soft ring of Shade setting his mug down kept her grounded in the moment. It kept her from floating back into that melancholy mood she had been avoiding since this afternoon. He didn’t say anything, but then again, he didn’t have to. She would tell him everything eventually, Mare didn’t like it when people pushed her to speak her mind anyway. She was damn good at doing it on her own without being pushed.

           Running a hand through her hair and pushing it out of her face when the wind shifted it into her eyes, she said, “I’m not the kind of person he needs. He’ll find a polished girl someday, or his dad will find one for him, and I’ll go back to being what I’ve always been. A river trash nobody that ran out of luck again.”

           Looking down at her coffee that was quickly going cold, Mare tried to hide how much those words cut her throat as they came out. She hadn’t told anyone that, and for good reason. Shade she could trust to be objective though, and to keep her feelings a secret. He’d kept so many of her secrets as is.

           “I don’t think he’ll leave.” Shade’s voice was so quiet it was almost lost to the traffic. Mare glanced at him with a frown, and he shrugged in response to her expression. “I see the way he looks at you. He looks at you like you’re the sun, and he can’t help but gravitate toward you.”

           Huffing at the allegory, Mare rolled her eyes and looked back down at her coffee. A childish part of her wanted to pour it out and see if it hit anyone below.

           “ I’m serious Mare.” The warmth of Shade’s body preceded him as he came to stand next to her.

           “You don’t get it. You and Farley fit together perfectly. You guys have the same background, the same hopes and dreams.” Mare took another drink from the coffee, suddenly wishing it was actually another glass of wine.

           Shade set his hand on her forearm, and squeezed gently. “Can I give you some brotherly advice?”

           “Is this going to be like the time you told me to cut my hair off because it would make men stop talking to me?” Mare joked as she gave him a tiny smile. His laugh was a small breath out of his nose, but he returned her smile nonetheless.

           “Enjoy it. If you think you have so little time with him, enjoy every second. Stop catalogue them, stop counting the hours and minutes like they’re running out. Pretend the clock isn’t there.” He squeezed her arm a little harder, to keep her attention when she tried to look away. “I mean it. You’re going to make yourself miserable doing that.”

           She nodded, and he sighed as he let go of her arm and leaned forward to mirror her pose. “He’s a good guy, I think. He won’t leave you because it will benefit him. He’s too chivalrous for that.”    

           Mare’s lips curled up at the corner a hint. That was true. This is why she needed Shade around more. He was the objective to her subjective, the reason to her fallacy. He had always been good at battling back her demons.

           “Hey you two, we’re about to open the last bottle of wine, and Cameron has agreed to play truth or dare.” Farley poked her head out of the window to call out to them. Shade smiled at her, one that Mare realized with a bubble of warmth in her chest, looked very much like the one Cal had given her earlier.

           “We’ll be in in a second Di.”

           Farley took the hint and left, leaving them alone once more. Shade glanced back at Mare and nudged her with his elbow again. “I mean it, stop counting.” With that, he followed his girlfriend back inside. Mare remained on the balcony for another second, inhaling the fall air.

           When her lungs burned with the effort of holding that air in, she expelled it, letting go of almost every second she had logged away. Maybe Shade was right, maybe he was wrong. Right now though, she was happy. The last thing she needed was to make herself miserable on a maybe. Smiling to herself, she climbed back inside and crossed the room to sit between Cal’s knees on the ground. He leaned forward in response, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her close and whisper in her ear.

           “Good?”

           “Yes.” She replied as she reached up to caress his hand softly, smiling at how the day had turned out perfect in its own way.

[sapphicwhxre]

you

♥︎ pairing: ginny weasley x fem!houseneutral!reader

♥︎ summary: ginny distances herself from you because she thinks you love someone else.

♥︎ requested: yes | no

♥︎ warnings: angst, heartbreak, self hate/comparison, total inconsistency since if you're in the trio’s year you wouldn’t have class with ginny + astoria isn’t in ginny’s year but shush its a fic

pumpkin pasties, chocolate frogs, and all your other favourite treats jumped around in ginny’s bag. the gryffindor girl had gone to help ron woo some mystery girl who he’d taken a liking to and stumbled upon his stash of candies. ginny had called it a fee for her services and decided she’d share her earnings with the girl she loved most, both as a friend and more ─ that girl was you and as far as ginny knew, you were completely oblivious to her feelings.

it was a wednesday afternoon so she could only assume you were having your weekly study session with the gryffindor golden girl herself, hermione granger.

the pep in her step made her red hair bounce on her shoulders, her excitement to see you growing with each one she took. ginny turned the corner, finally at your study spot and she paused. you looked emotional, to put it simply, and you clutched what appeared to be a crumpled piece of parchment that someone had changed their mind about tossing.

there was a nervous gloss to your eyes and ginny thought she should leave, letting you and hermione talk alone. but her curiosity and just the way she cared for you got the best of her.

taking a deep breath and not noticing ginny behind the pillar ─ where she wasn’t so much as hiding, but quietly observing ─ you started to read off of the parchment. “there’s no easy way to say this,” you read clearly, but your shy, quivering smile gave away how you felt about reading what was written. was it a letter? had you written it? “but i love you.”

ginny’s heart stopped. she swallowed thickly, uncertain of how to process the sinking feeling in her chest. you exhaled shakily and smiled, biting your lip and staring down at the words you'd written.

“i love your hair,” you laughed, running your hand over your own nervously. “i love your eyes when you’re happy and the sound of your voice. did you know your nose scrunches when you laugh? it’s adorable. i’ve never met someone who brights up my life like you do. i love how you always know what to say and i love that i can be myself with you. i love your heart, you’re everything i adore. i love when i can look into your eyes because mine fill with the love i’ve only ever felt for you. the only thing more beautiful to me is you. it’s that same look that i’ve never been able to tell if you’ve given me back. my thoughts go cloudy when i’m with you. i love you so much. you’re... you. how could i not have fallen in love with you?"

as she looked at hermione’s angel-like face, ginny felt hot drops of some form of sadness more intense than she even knew possible well up in her eyes. hermione’s lips were parted in awe and she was smiling.

hermione granger, brightest, most beautiful witch of her age. beside you, in ginny’s opinion, but you were right. how could you not have fallen in love with hermione?

you folded up the letter and sighed, no longer reading but still going. “even if you don't love me, it was worth every word. i’ve never regretted anything when it comes to loving you. yours, y/n l/n.”

hermione grinned at you, “that was beautiful, y/n. truly... gods, i didn’t know you had that in you.” ginny fled, not wanting to watch what came next or hear what hermione had to say about how she felt for you. she’d break like the porcelain her skin resembled if hermione said she loved you back... if hermione kissed you, like ginny had only dreamed of.

wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks, she hated herself. y/n loves hermione. she just wished she hadn’t listened. she shouldn’t have fallen for you in the first place or let herself have foolish hope. even more foolish to think she could ever win you over when you could have hermione. older, brighter, and beautiful. she was fool, and now ginny believed had paid the price for it.

but had she stayed only a second longer, she’d have heard hermione’s stunned words. “ginny’s going to love every word, y/n, i know it.” bubbling with nerves, you threw yourself to hug her and squeezed tightly, just as ginny turned to steal one last glance at you. “thank you ‘mione, you’re the best.”

you were inaudible from the distance but there you were in hermione’s arms, giggling and chattering. despite the fact that you were joking about her own crush, ron, the sight only made ginny sick. ginny lost her appetite and made her way to her dorm, instead of the great hall where dinner would be starting in just a few minutes.

the heartbroken girl probably would have thrown up right then and there, had she seen you and hermione walk into the great hall. arm in arm, you were practically shaking with anticipation. of course, she’d incorrectly imagined that you’d be parading in with intertwined fingers and smeared lipstick but through a made up mind, it’d look like all the same.

“where’s gin?” you found a seat next to ron and harry, scanning the table for her red ponytail. through a mouthful of food, ron shrugged and answered, “must have gotten held up.” hermione rolled her eyes with disgust, silently scolding him for his ill manners.

you took the opportunity to tease the two. “never invite me to dinner at your home, save the fighting for your kids.” they both blushed heavily and stammered out how they’d never fancy the other, then immediately spewing out offense at the implication. ron huffed and harry spoke over them, rolling his eyes heavily.

“what about you, y/n? i thought you and ginny would be an item by now,” harry didn't really care either way, but it did seem ridiculous for the two of you to dance around dating for so long, especially since he somewhat saw her as a little sister. and truth be told, everyone was curious about you two.

even ron perked up and hermione smirked knowingly. “leave her alone, it’s none of your business,” she announced.

ron narrowed his eyes and started, “hermione, do you know something?” hurrying to stop them from bickering again, you cleared your throat. “i wrote ginny a letter, laying out exactly how i feel for her. now if you’ll excuse me, i’m going to go find her because i don’t think she’s coming.”

you hopped out of your seat, taking some food for her, and left poor harry alone with the arguing lovebirds to go confess your feelings.

you hummed to yourself, going to knock on ginny’s dorm door. her dorm mate opened the door and looked you up and down, glaring angrily. “what do you want?” she crossed her arms and scoffed. taken aback, you blinked and searched the room for ginny, who was curled up in her bed crying.

“excuse me? get out of my way, i need to see ginny. is she alright?” the girl eyed you, as if scanning you for a lie, and she supposed you were sincere in your concern. “she’ll be fine, just give her some space.”

without another word, the gryffindor slammed the door in front of you and you were left staring at the shut dorm, filled with confusion and a harrowing worry. your hand fell and defeated, you shoved your love letter into your pocket.

you didn’t see ginny the next day in class. or the day after that. she wasn’t talking to any of her brothers, you, or harry and had even turned the other way when you waved her down. it was like she was avoiding you and after a week of it, you came to the conclusion that she must be. ginny’s schedule resided in your mind so you set to confront her after potions. a girl with a mission was a force that should never be reckoned with ─ ginny taught you that.

“it shouldn't be too hard if we get some studying in,” ginny was discussing an upcoming exam with astoria greengrass, a slytherin girl in her year. you rather awkwardly stopped in front of the two and watched them part ways, ginny sending you a scarily pissed off glare. the tension could be cut with a knife and you and ginny blurted at the same time.

“you’re avoiding me!”

“i heard you and hermione!”

anger slipping, ginny avoided your eyes. “well that’s why i’ve been avoiding you. i’m sorry, i know i should be happy for you,” she started to ramble and you stared at her, baffled. happy for you and hermione? “i thought i didn’t care, that i could just push my feelings for you aside. it’s just that when you read that letter to hermione, there was so much... love in your voice. it hurt. i want to be the one you love.”

dumbfounded, you realised that she’d thought the letter was for hermione. “oh fuck, ginny no,” you stumbled, making her step back, assuming you were rejecting her. this wasn’t how you wanted to tell her that you loved her, it was supposed to go better than this. “wait! what i mean is─”

“you made it pretty damn clear what you mean, y/n,” ginny sniffled. “i think it's best if i just─” you cut her off with a kiss. you grabbed her face, kissing her like you’d never tasted something so sweet and you just couldn't get enough. she pulled back, breath heavy on your lips. “but... but hermione,” she whispered and you laughed, eyes fluttering shut and head shaking.

“i was reading it to her to practice on you. it was always for you ginny, it’s always been you.” the smile that you missed all week finally enraptured the lips you’d be kissing as much as you possibly can now that you knew you could. “and besides, she fancies your brother.” ginny thought for a moment and then sighed in embarrassment. but she said nothing as she knew you’d only reassure her and she knew this was how things ought to be.

ginny wrapped her arms around you and melted into your embrace, burying herself in your warmth and tugging you closer ─ though with no distance between you two, the gesture wasn’t very efficient. “so you love me?” she just wanted to hear you say it.

“i love you, ginny.”

“i love you, y/n.”

──────♥︎

[disloopy]

𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐞

i wanted to write a college au but i was also horny so this came into existence.

tendou satori

word count: 6199

genre: smut but with a plot??

It was hard to study with your parents constantly bickering in the living room downstairs. Ever since you moved back in with them, you've found it hard to concentrate on virtually anything besides their frequent, yet petty, arguments. Sometimes you'd stay at college late into the evenings under the guise of classes and assignments but really you just hated being around them. The stress of school was already a mounting threat without the emotional toll of your parents' nearly shattered relationship.

Scraping your chair back as you stood up, you decided you'd had enough. You shoved your textbooks, notebooks, and some random clothing articles from the top of your drawer into a bag and ran down the stairs. Your mother twisted her body around to face you from the couch, an eyebrow raised.

"Where are you going, young lady?" 

You didn't look at her in the process of yanking on your shoes. "I'm going to Sam's house or am I not even allowed to visit her without you breathing down my neck?" you asked sharply, feeling your heart hammer in your chest. You were fed up. "I'm twenty and under no obligation to listen to the two of you arguing about whatever movie you want to watch just because you don't have the cajones to discuss the real issue!"

With finality, you slammed the door shut behind you and hopped onto your bike, pedaling as fast as legally possible out of the neighborhood. You always knew that the main reason your parents had urged you to move back in with them was to fill the empty void their failed marriage left in the house. At first, even you were convinced that your presence would revitalize their marriage and they'd remember why they loved each other from the start.

However, their own child wasn't enough to give them a reason to put aside their differences and love each other for what they were - a family; a family, you knew, should be willing to sacrifice a part of their individual lives for each other, that's what it meant to be married.

But your parents weren't even willing to confront the problem -- not being in love with each other anymore -- much less work it out. At your age, you were aware of the fact that love wasn't all a marriage needed, there was responsibility and sacrifice and with a little understanding, the love could be rekindled, not just once but multiple times throughout the life spent together. The last thing you'd want was for them to separate and you were quite certain that with a little communication this hellish nightmare could be put past them. They were immature, you concluded. Your parents wanted to ignore it altogether, which would only leave them stumped at this obstacle, growing angrier with each bland dinner and mismatched grocery.

You couldn't take it anymore. Stopping your bike at a nearby convenience store to pick up a few snacks, you texted your boyfriend, Tendo. He was usually around, and usually free -- plus, he lived in a dorm all by himself. It was the perfect escape from your exhausting household. Without waiting for a reply, you journeyed across a few streets to get to the college residence and parked your bike anywhere. It wasn't worth enough to get stolen and even if some desperate thief decided to have some fun, it would only serve as an excuse for your parents to finally get you a car.

After the long and silent elevator ride which seemed to compress you on all sides, you arrive at the seventh floor and felt your shoulders relax almost immediately. You'd been here so many times it was like a second home to you. Tendo's place always gave you the relief you wanted after a tiresome day of school, or your parents, or both.

Struggling to keep the strap of your heavy bag filled with books, clothes, and food on your shoulder, you lightly knocked on the front door. There were sounds of incomprehensible yelling and laughter coming from inside which you thought was strange but not enough to question it.

When there was no answer and you were fed up with waiting, you decided to try the knob which was surprisingly unlocked. So, you entered the house and called out loudly, "Tendo? It's Y/N". Not even a step later, a strong scent of weed hit your nose directly and you winced.

"Y/N?" said a voice, followed by Tendo rolling back in a computer chair, tugging his headset to his neck with the hand that wasn't latched onto the controller, his eyes wide in pleasant surprise. 

"Hey," you said quietly, smiling at the sight of him. "I texted you . . ."

"Oh, sorry. I was in a game so I didn't check my phone," Tendo murmured, throwing a distracted glance at his phone on the couch before immediately returning his attention to the screen, his headset back on his ears. "I SAID COVER ME!" 

"He's been yelling all match," someone said and you startled, looking back at the couch to see one of Tendo's friends, Semi, sitting cross-legged on the couch, a hoodie covering most of his head and a bong tucked between his thighs. It was unusual for Tendo to have friends over. Even at school, he rarely sat with a large group of friends for long. On weekends, it was mostly just you and him when it could be.

"I swear I'm playing with 11 year olds," Tendo remarked as the screen flashed red, signaling his team's failure. He spun around in his chair and glanced between you and Semi. "Sit down, Y/N, what the fuck. Semi got kicked out of his parents house so he's gonna be here for a while."

You widened your eyes. "You got kicked out?"

The ashy-blonde haired boy nodded, seeming casual as he fiddled with the bong. "They caught me smoking in the basement and said they didn't want me back till I quit," he explained with a shrug. "I miss my drum set but I'd rather be free to smoke, if I'm being honest."

Tendo shook his head, amused. "Get a fucking job, Semi -- then you can pay for half of this place and we can live together."

"Really?" Semi's eyes lit up and he seemed attentive for the first time that night. "I totally should, huh? I can work at some government institute, you know? They'll see that I'm smart since I major in political science . . ." 

"Tendo, can I get in the shower?" you asked and Tendo nodded of course. As you were about to disappear down the hall before turning around and feeling blush creep onto your cheeks when Tendo gave you a questioning look. "Um . . . I also . . . Wanted to stay here for a bit. My parents are just really . . ."

"You can!" Tendo said with an enthusiasm that made your heart jump with pleasure. "It'll be fun with the three of us. I'm sorry about your parents though." 

The shower was warm and almost therapeutic with the muffled sounds of Tendo's frustration with his team and Semi teasing him about it. You even sat down on the porcelain for a bit, the soothing water sprinkling down on your bare body. When you had finally decided to come out, you found that Semi was eating the snacks you'd brought along with you. Although you were initially doubtful of him staying over with you and Tendo, you quickly grew more open about it. He was normally quiet and serious, but the weed seemed to open him up to being actually friendly and talkative, not failing to make you laugh several times that evening.

"Yo, if you make my girl laugh that much I'm gonna have to ask you to leave," Tendo said, throwing a cheeto at Semi's head. 

You eventually fell asleep on the couch, Tendo and Semi's voice almost serving as a lullaby. You'd rather hear their weed-inspired symposium in your sleepy stupors than the sound of your parents arguing. Some time that night, unknown to the dizzy you, Tendo had hauled you into his arms and transferred you to the warm security of his bed, wrapping his covers around you, and then wrapping his arms around you. 

The next morning, Semi was already gone for an 8am class. Despite sharing Tendo's major, he had registered very late and got the worst schedule a student could ask for. You and Tendo, however, were able to fool around in the bathroom (no, not like that. Tendo spit toothpaste on you), and eat lazy bowls of cereal before heading out, walking under the warm morning sun to get to campus.

When you'd arrived at your own class, Tendo let you know he'd wait for you at the college center after class. You checked your phone while the professor was setting up his stuff. Disappointment settled in your chest at the realization that your parents hadn't bothered to check up on you. You hadn't given them the heads-up that you would be staying over at "Sam's" house and although you declared that you weren't under their jurisdiction, you half-expected a "should we wait up for you?" text from either parent.

You tried to push your dejectedness and self-pity in order to pay attention to your lecture. The anger formed into a kind of resistance, telling you to stay as contactless from them as possible, waiting for one of them to care about your absence, or at least notice.

After class, you stopped by the vending machine to buy Tendo and yourself two bottles of juice before walking with your head down to the college center. You didn't want to see any of your friends or anyone for that matter. You wanted to be alone . . . With Tendo. He knew how to give you the reassurance and comfort you needed without uttering a single word. Sometimes you wondered if he was even aware of the effect he had on you. Did he know how his mere presence could reduce your anxiety? The man was like a remedy.

You spotted Tendo slumped on one of the couches, thumbs tapping away on his phone and you were almost certain he was engaged in a game of COD mobile. Then he seemed to notice you and he lifted his bright red-haired head up, shoving his phone in his pocket.

"Damn bay-bee!" Tendo whistled and you rolled your eyes as an instant reaction to his typical attention-drawing behaviour. "Hot girl alert," he announced, grinning at you.

"Shut up!" you yelled, chucking a juice bottle at him, which he caught with extraneous ease. You would've been surprised if you weren't already familiar with the fact that he, along with Semi, were on the volleyball team of a prestigious high school. He never failed to remind you and always talked about a mysterious "best friend" named Ushijima who he strongly believed would be famous one day.

Grateful that no one was staring at you two anymore, you collapsed next to Tendo, resting your head on his shoulder. He had produced his phone once again and you realized he had been texting Semi. You didn't want to intrude on his messages but you couldn't help catch parts of the conversation. He was going out drinking with Semi later because they had both received excellent grades on one of their tests. This also didn't come as a surprise because although you've never actually seen Tendo studying, he always did well on his tests.

Tendo turned to you. "You can go ahead back to my place," he suggested, twirling his dorm keys around his finger as he handed them to you. You gave him a small smile when he left you with a parting kiss on the lips as you separated for your next class.

You didn't see him again before leaving campus to return to Tendo's house. As you walked, you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach. Why hadn't Tendo ask you to join him? You shook your head, why were you even thinking of such a thing when you knew you hated drinking? But some uncomfortable tug in your chest left you questioning whether Tendo even wanted you at his place. Maybe he had accepted to be polite, or because he felt sorry for you . . . or because he didn't want to say no to you in front of Semi.

The biting thoughts bounced around your head, a reminder that Tendo loved you popping up every now and then to shoot those thoughts into a corner but not doing much to quell your worries.

You spent your evening studying, getting excited only at the occasional text from Tendo, making sure you got home fine, or that you knew you could eat anything in his fridge, or sleep in his bed if you were tired, or play on his PlayStation if you were bored. You did neither of those things, not touching a single thing in his kitchen even while your poor stomach cried with hungry grumbles.

You felt sick to your stomach, opting to switch on the television for background noise as you hugged your knees on the couch. There was an aching fear building up inside of you, fear that you were as unwanted to your boyfriend as you were to your own parents. You knew you shouldn't have been insecure, he'd always been there for you and never gave you a reason to doubt him.

But it had been quite a while since he'd last told that he loved you, sincerely, from the bottom of his heart. A lot could change within a person in that sort of time. And the last time the two of you had sex or even really made out was several months ago before you moved in with your parents. You could blame that on the chaos of school, both of you being in your second-years with exams and pressure to find jobs keeping your heads under water.

Nonetheless, the fear of Tendo falling out of love with you the same way your father fell out of love with your mother still existed and was still very real. You could always untangle this very confusing frustration with Tendo, he'd never shied away from important conversations. However, despite the many insecurities he'd helped you through, this just wasn't one you wanted him to hear.

And maybe you were like your parents in that way . . .

You dropped your head into your lap, feeling the burn of tears in your eyes, your chest tightening under the pressure of the worries you knew had no foundations but still pushed their way into your system. Eventually, your eyes had drooped and your brain was shifting in and out of focus with the screen before you.

Before you could really fall asleep though, you heard the sound of the door opening and Tendo's voice informing you of his presence. You hummed in response and Tendo furrowed his brows at you, jumping in next to you on the couch. You could tell he was still a little delirious from drinking but not enough to turn you away from him, as you usually did when he got completely wasted.

"Y/N, I went to the corner store on the way back and got you the cake you said you really liked," Tendo mumbled, putting his arms around you and pulling you closer. You wanted the cake, sure, but to be truthful, you wanted him more than anything.

"I just wanna fuck," you blurted out and Tendo's head instantly snapped up to look at you, a lazy grin pulling at the edges of his lips.

"Uh? You wanna what?"

You blushed, tugging your knees to your chest but Tendo's hands were already on them, pulling them apart. "I said I wanna fuck," you murmur.

"That's right, baby," said Tendo, settling himself between your thighs as he licked his lips. "I knew what you said, I wanted to hear you say it again."

"I got it, stupid," you told him, curling your fingers around the shoulders of Tendo's shirt and bringing his chest to yours before connecting your lips. The effect was immediate. You simultaneously relaxed and tensed up underneath the weight of his body, completely winded by the effortlessness with which his tongue moved past your lips and pressed to your own.

"You're right, I deserve this," Tendo breathed against your lips, a hand going to your thigh and guiding your leg around his waist. You hadn't said that but didn't care enough to point it out. "I can't call it a treat without wrecking this pretty body of yours." Your heart fluttered with his words and you watched him trail his lips down your chin, jaw, and neck toward the now exposed skin of your chest as he hooked a finger over the collar of your sweater and forced it down.

You shut your eyes, drowning in the anxious ecstasy of what was to come, the outcome of all this; him inside of you, filling you up, and fighting off all your worries with each sway of his hips against yours.

His teeth grazed against your skin and you pressed your lips together, knowing it was going to be followed by a bite and it did. Tendo bit and tugged at your sensitive skin, earning a pained gasp from your lips before smoothing over the sting with his tongue. It hurt but in that good way you never wanted it to stop, not until every inch of your body was covered in marks from him and only him.

Tendo had always liked to take his time. Even now, with you practically squirming and wordlessly begging for him. You could tell by the way he rubbed the seam of his jeans right against the very spot you craved him most, knocking the air out of your lungs and making your hips snap up against his, which caused you both to moan (Tendo's turned into choked laughter). He usually opted to wear sweatpants or, at best, trousers, but the roughness of his jeans really did amplify the feeling and although it made you throb almost everywhere, you were starting to get impatient.

"Jinx," Tendo groaned, dropping his head into the crook of your neck as your fingernails raked through his messy hair.

"Shut up, Tendo, just . . . Fuck . . . Get inside already," you said between shallow breaths. Tendo was already doing that, wedging a hand between both your bodies to unbutton his jeans. But between making jokes of your desperation and dry-humping you right on his couch, Tendo (and you) failed to realize that you had company.

The sound of the door swinging open almost completely shattered your preoccupation with each other. Tendo dragged himself off you and onto his knees while you propped yourself up, slightly embarrassed but more so disappointed when Semi walked into the living room, squinting at the two of you.

"Oh," he said, realizing what he had interrupted with a nod. High Semi was a lot different than this not-very-drunk or just-sober-enough Semi, who was stoic and didn't laugh the awkwardness off like you expected. "S-sorry about that," he stuttered and made to head towards his own room.

Tendo turned back to you with a smile that told you he didn't mind continuing what you two had already started. He didn't mind . . . But that probably didn't mean he wanted to. Neither did you with Semi in the next room. The heavy feeling from earlier took residence in your stomach once more, unwarranted and so quick you felt tears spring to your eyes.

Pushing Tendo off, you ran to his room in order to cry without his prying eyes, kind as they were. But you knew you wouldn't have the room for very long. The five minutes you really were alone, you were quite sure Tendo was trying to give you space or wonder what he'd done wrong. Then the door opened and he stepped in and you buried your head in your hands.

"Y/N, what the fuck is up with you?" He asked, but in a gentle tone before you felt his hand on your back, rubbing soothingly. "Why are you crying, hm? Look at me." Tendo tugged on your forearm and practically forced your head up. You stared at him through tear-blurry vision.

"Why didn't you invite me to come with you and Semi?" You stuttered dumbly and Tendo blinked in surprise.

"I-I didn't think you'd want to come," he answered with a shrug and a look of guilt marred the fond carelessness of his face. "Usually you say no . . . I'm sorry, I should've asked."

You shook your head quickly and realized you were doing exactly what you hated about your parents: avoiding the problem. But how could you not avoid the problem when the problem was questioning his love for you? Maybe you were the immature one, thinking talking about those things was so simple. It wasn't.

So you just said, "Sorry, I've been having a rough week . . . "

Tendo nodded, understanding. "Do you want Semi out of here?"

"W-What? No, no, no," you said quickly, wiping your wet eyes. "He needs somewhere to stay, I-I don't mind. It's mostly just . . . " you braced yourself to finally voice your fear out loud. Tendo's eyes on you, full of concern and attention. "I'm sick of my parents," you ended up saying and then cringed with your whole body.

"They fighting again?" Tendo asked, wrapping an arm around your waist and maneuvering the two of you against the bed frame to lean back. You leaned into his chest and relaxed in the comforting scent of him.

"They haven't checked up on me," you murmured, feeling slightly embarrassed for needing your parents attention this much. Tendo just stroked his fingers through your hair, intently listening. "I didn't tell them I'd be away from home and I usually never am. But they haven't even texted me to ask. I just feel like I'm not wanted there."

"They're probably just lost in their own issues to even think about dealing with you," Tendo said and he seemed to have the simplest answers to the complicated worries in your heart. "Stay here with me, just until they really get worried. Besides you're wanted here all the time."

You lifted your head and smiled. "Thanks Tendo, I-I love you," you mumbled shyly and Tendo grinned, shaking his head in amusement.

"I love you too," he replied without hesitating. The two of you soon fell asleep, Tendo changing out of his jeans first and yelling at you to get in your pajamas, before throwing a shirt at your head. You were too tired to get up now and Tendo knew that but it didn't stop him from trying. He gave up shortly and muttered something about you being a stubborn little bitch before sinking into the mattress next to you and shutting off the lights.

The next week flew by just like that. You were getting quite used to living with Tendo and he seemed to be happy with that. Most days were just busy with school and assignments, the slower days were spent in wondering if Semi would be home now or then to gauge how long the two of you had alone. But in that worry itself, you and Tendo would miss the opportunity Semi seemed to have intentionally been giving you each time. Dinners were nice since the three of you got along very well. Tendo would usually make the jokes, vulgar or downright shocking, causing you to almost choke up your food and Semi to roll his eyes yet smirk all the same.

Semi had found a job as a male receptionist at some package delivering company, which was a grounds for all three of you to celebrate. Tendo explained that they probably only wanted Semi because he was eye-candy  for anyone entering the building. You agreed that Semi was very pretty and Tendo pouted at you.

Friday night, the bong was reintroduced and you surrendered to the thought of really forgetting all your stress and just getting high. Which you did. And it was really relieving. So the next day, you decided it couldn't hurt to have another session. Semi had gone off to work and he wouldn't be back till very late, which gave you and Tendo time to smoke a little and fuck a lot.

But neither of you were really in the mood that evening and you could tell by the lack of foreplay Tendo usually invested in before putting it inside. He was out of focus and so were you, lying in his bed and occasionally moaning when he hit the right spot.

And when he'd pulled out so quick, you couldn't help lifting your head in confusion. "T-Tendo, what—" but the question was cut off with warm liquid spraying over your bare chest and splashing onto your mouth, droplets almost hitting your eyes before you shut them.

"Ah shit!" Tendo gasped, giggling breathlessly. "I'm s-sorry about that. I just wanted to cum on your tits."

"I'm gonna get pink-eye!" You complained, wiping your eyes and mouth with the back of your hand.

"Don't be dramatic," he said dismissively, hopping off the bed and disappearing into the closet. You blinked, heavy breaths living your lips and slightly disoriented. But Tendo had really just . . . Done that, without bothering to ask if you'd finished (he never really asked because it was quite obvious you had every time, but not tonight).

Before the worthlessness could settle in, a towel was thrown directly at your face and now you were just . . . Really angry. Your own boyfriend seemed to have used you and discarded you, you thought, furiously wiping yourself down with the towel and watching Tendo from the corner of your eye light up a joint and take a deep drag from it.

You slipped your shirt back over your bare chest and stared down at your lap as he breathed out, smoke filling the air and your nose. You just wanted to turn around and sleep.

"Y/N," said Tendo, prompting you to glance up at him. You shifted your gaze to him and saw that he was dangling a pair of handcuffs in one hand and a collar with a chain attached to it in another. Tendo grinned lazily, the joint hanging from his lips as he tossed both on the bed, you gazing at them in wonder.

"Do you wanna try these?" He asked, setting the joint aside and crawling onto the bed. "I ordered them a while ago, they're cheap as fuck but if we like them — if you like them — we can get something proper."

You licked your lips, excitement rising in your stomach. "I . . . Um . . . Yes! I'd like to try . . ."

"That's my girl," said Tendo eagerly, clicking the collar around your neck with a sly smile. "You look pretty fucking hot, if I'm being honest." He turned your head to the side so you could see yourself in the mirror. You couldn't help but agree with your boyfriend. The presence of the collar on your throat did wonderful things to your conscious.

Then there was a rough tug on the chain, squeezing the collar around your neck, and a whimper tumbled past your lips as Tendo forced you to face him. Tendo's eyes widened in wicked surprise as he stared at you and felt yourself blushing.

"This chain comes in handy then, I bet," he muttered with a smile.

Once your shirt was off and the handcuffs were locked around your wrists, both behind your back, Tendo pushed you to the ground in front of him and swung his feet off the bed. He reached one of his large hands towards you, fingers immediately tangling in your hair as you made quick work of him. The constant yanking on your hair and the choked grunts Tendo made was really adding to the rush of it all. Especially when he pushed your head down and forced himself deeper into your throat. 

"Take all of my cock," he hissed out the order, the chain of your collar wrapped around his free hand, tugging at it every now and then when he wanted you to look at him. You accepted every  praise that followed, tears forming at the edge of your vision with each thrust. "You look so pretty like this, baby. God, I love face-fucking you . . . You're so good . . . You're the best." 

After he'd shuddered and his cock twitched, sending a warm stream of cum down your throat, Tendo didn't stop there. He pulled the chain up, your head rising with it as the collar squeezed your neck. "Let me see," he whispered, gently gripping your jaw as you opened your mouth, feeling the liquid drip down your chin. "Good girl. Now swallow." The instruction was followed by the harsh slap of his palm against your ass, prompting you to obey.

"Ah!" you cried out, biting your lip. "Y-Yes, sir." 

Tendo smirked and yanked the chain again, bringing your lips down upon his and the saltiness from earlier was wiped away as he sucked on your lips, grasping your hips and sitting you down on top of him where you could feel his cock pressing right against your entrance. 

"Tell me what you want, baby," Tendo groaned as you moved your hips against him, your head buried in his neck along with your lips grazing his warm skin. Your wrists were sore and aching and all you wanted was to latch onto him but Tendo didn't seem to want to take them off just yet. 

"Fuck me," you whispered against his ear.

Tendo didn't waste time, moving back so he was lying down on the bed, shirt off and you, on top of him, wanted to touch the tanned skin of his bare chest so bad. He watched your every moment with a dizzying intrigue, allowing you to fuck yourself on his cock while his fingers pressed bruises into your hips. 

"Just like that, Y/N," he grunted through a clenched jaw, pushing you all the way down as he lifted his own hips and thrust up into you. 

"Tendo!" You gasped, your head falling back, eyes shut tightly as the pain and pleasure shot up your body, releasing breathless moans from the base of your throat. "Fuck . . ."

Tendo grinned. "You ride me so well, Y/N . . . Ugh, fuck!" He pulled the chain towards him, swallowing your moan with the careful, wet kisses of his mouth. "You look so hot on top of me." You could feel the tight knots in your stomach slowly unraveling, the new angle doing mind-shattering things to your insides. 

"I-I . . . Tendo . . ." You stuttered, blinking rapidly as the feeling overcame you. 

Tendo's hands went to your thighs immediately, throwing you off of him and the sudden feeling of emptiness shocked you. "What the fuck?!" You cried, shaking the hair off your face as your wrists were still faithfully behind you. 

"Let me fuck that pussy," Tendo muttered, shifting you onto your hands and knees before sinking into you from behind as your head pressed into the pillow beneath you. "You're so tight . . . I love this pussy . . ." Tendo bent over you, till his chest was pressed to your back, his hand still clamped around the chain of your collar, making sure you were being choked how he liked you. 

"Moan for me, Y/N . . ." he whispered, lips and teeth clashing against the skin under your ear, your neck, your shoulder. You should've been embarrassed with the sounds leaving your parted mouth but you really couldn't focus on much besides the feeling of his cock buried deep inside you. 

The mindless euphoria and muffled pain of it all drove every thought out of your head, the uncertainty and unease. You wanted to be as close to Tendo as possible and he wanted to be deep inside you. As your vision blurred and you were so close to completely losing it, Tendo pulled out of you again. Your jaw fell open but he'd flipped you around and frantically uncuffed your now throbbing wrists, tossing the handcuffs to the side, before sliding back into you. 

"Fuucckkk . . ." He moaned, eyes fluttering but he tried to keep them open to watch your flushed face, your back arching until your breasts were pressed right up against his chest. The sound of profanities leaving his swelling lips was smothered as he sucked on your neck, your arms finally able to loop around his neck, yanking at his hair as he slipped his fingers between your legs. "C-Cum on my cock . . ." Tendo stuttered.

But you'd begged him to come inside and Tendo had to pull his head back to look at you with surprise. After the painful edging and denial, those words were enough to snap every knot in your stomach completely. Tendo had grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. "I wanna see you when you cum," he managed to choke out as you tried your best to keep your eyes open, focused on his gaze and the way it sent goosebumps all over your sweat-glistening body. Tendo had sped up and groaned a string of curse words as he released inside of you, and you had given to defeat, throwing your head back, mouth open in a silent cry before Tendo's hips slowed down and the room was filled with shuddering breaths and occasional whimpers. 

"Holy fuck," Tendo whispered, unclipping the collar from around your neck and examining the red and almost bleeding skin before tossing the item to the side. "I'm so sorry . . . Did it hurt?" 

"K-Kinda," you squeaked as he kissed your neck softly. Truthfully, you hadn't noticed it then but the pain was coming back to you in short bursts as you trembled underneath Tendo. 

"I should've known considering it was like five bucks," he responded, dropping down next to you. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his chest. Tendo seemed surprised by this as you two normally cleaned yourselves up first before cuddling. 

"My parents are falling out of love," you blurted out. 

Tendo scoffed, pushing your hair out of your face. "I just fucked you like you were a bitch in heat and the first thing you say is 'my parents are falling out of love' . . . What the fuck am I doing?" he murmured, leaning down and kissing the top of your head. "I'm sorry to hear that, Y/N."

You licked your lips, trailing your fingers over Tendo's bare chest. "I-I'm scared that . . . That you don't love me anymore either."

"Oh . . . This fucking girl, you can't leave her alone with her thoughts for a second," Tendo teased. "I can tell you this, Y/N; sometimes it doesn't work between people and forcing it will just make it worse." 

You nodded, shifting into a seated position so you could look at him properly. Tendo smiled at you, the mere action causing your heart to jump into you throat. "You're right . . . I'll have to hope for the best between my parents."

"That being said," Tendo continued, tucking your hair behind your ear gently. "I fucking love you and I don't plan on stopping so you can get that silly thought out of your head." There was a distant sound of the front door opening and when you'd glanced at the clock, you knew Semi was home. He'd announced his arrival and said,

"Keep fucking if you guys are fucking! I don't wanna ruin your relationship!"

Tendo rolled his eyes and hugged you closer, putting his chin on your shoulder. "You were amazing and I'm sorry about before . . ." You giggled. It seemed sort of trivial now. "You're beautiful by the way," Tendo said and you blushed. "Your face and body but also on the inside . . . and I'm not talking about these sweet insides I just ruined . . ."

"I know," You laughed as Tendo tickled your thigh with his fingertips. 

"Y/N," said Tendo suddenly and you glanced at him. "D-Do you want to try something new?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Hey, I guess the handcuffs weren't enough, huh? Yeah, let's do something new!" But you weren't expecting Tendo to call for Semi. To your own surprise though, you didn't stop him and even smiled widely when the boy pushed the door open and froze, blush creeping onto his cheeks. 

Tendo hadn't said anything further but your heart was pounding furiously again, especially when Semi's eyes shifted from Tendo to meet your own. He opened his mouth to say something but then thought better of it.

A second later, he was tugging at his own hoodie, the only two words that left his lips "fuck it" completely forgotten once the door shut and Tendo dimmed the lights.