#as a girl (up through high school even) i could not wrap my mind around how girls worked. i was always 'one of the guys' so to speak
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Oohhh my god i have so much to talk about that Solavellan post you made, I swear, you have explained how men generally think specially when they're troubled and that's something us Solavellan girlies lack in our narrative 100%. The fandom is just a bunch of us trying to explain him in our language and from Lavellan's feminine perspective and you just put it down like it most likely feels for him. My world is upside down right now because it sounds so right. GOD DAMMIT HOW WILL I SLEEP TONIGHT
Anyway i appreciate that thought and I will munch on it for a while
I'M GLAD I GOT THE VIBE RIGHT TBHHH I've been rolling him around in my head like a pinball. but the funny thing is, I'm not a romantic person! I've never so much as been on a date! it's all baffling to me, but i LOVE exploring how complicated interpersonal dynamics can be. like, you're not going to treat a friend the way you treat a sibling, you're not going to treat a sibling like you treat a lover, you're not going to treat a mentor like you treat a parent. fandoms really tend to simplify things like that, but I like picking apart all the nuances. I like to look at situations or relationships (like Solavellan) and go, "How would I behave here, in this context, having these feelings?" and it's completely fascinating. Solas especially is really fun to do that with because he's a secretive person, but in ways that make a lot of sense. He's an ancient elvhen god but he's SO flawed and SO, for lack of a better word, human. He's a man with big secret plans and the weight of the world on his shoulders, but he's also hurt and lonely and SO intensely isolated that yeah, bonds and warmth and friendship all trip him up. He wants it, he doesn't believe he deserves it, he tries to reject it but can't completely because he ACHES for it. And he punishes himself for wanting it and for hurting others in the process of denying himself.
so yeah in short, I'm also chewing on it
#solas#solavellan#also i did see your tags on that other post and dont worry i wasnt offended. actually they made me laugh#because tbh that was the same thought process that led me to realizing I'm transmasc#as a girl (up through high school even) i could not wrap my mind around how girls worked. i was always 'one of the guys' so to speak#not even in a datey way either it was just always much easier for me to make friends with guys. so lol thanks that was a compliment#â¤ď¸
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Iâve watching the episode where Reid kisses the actress. Could you write a fic where the reader is in the BAU and is best friends with Reid but has a secret crush on Reid which is obvious to everyone on the team but Reid and she is so jealous of the actress and the teams teases her about it?
A/N: Hello! Thanks for the request, I hope you enjoy it~âĄ
Warnings: none, hints of bi-reader, but like...come on.
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Your âtoo obvious, plain as day, nearly embarrassingâ schoolgirl crush on Spencer Reid was taking too long to fizzle out naturally.Â
When you'd met the man, and your heart fluttered, you knew you'd have to go through the motions: you'd hope, grow fonder of the man, dream about him, then cringe, get ick, and ultimately you'd achieve the ultimate crush death.Â
You were stuck somewhere between hope and dream, still, and had taken a wrong turn somewhere leading to nearly Hozier-levels of desperate longing.Â
5 months assisting the BAU as a press liaison, working as JJ's assistant on more public facing cases had landed you here.Â
And what better case for you to spread your wings on than one in Los Angeles itself, starring the famous Lila Archer.Â
When Gideon and Reid had called the case in, you'd been eager not to seem too eager. You'd never been out of Quantico on a case before, usually shacking up in an office to shout down phone lines as reporters on the press room floor telling them they were scum of the earth for sensationalizing murder. JJ had obviously taught you to have a more nuanced conversation that that, but your inner thoughts were still allowed.Â
But LA was a different kettle of fish, and Hotch appreciated that. It didn't quite help that you visibly perked up when you heard Reid himself had a hand in calling it into the team. A high-school classmate and a jet ride later, you were excited and ready to greet Spencer Reid. And Lila Archer.Â
She was so pretty it was intimidating to even breathe the same air as her, a magnetism that drew everyone in the room closer to her just as Spencer drew you towards him.Â
You tried not to see the obvious attraction the two had to each other, but the bile rose in your throat every time you thought about the case. The sour twinge of jealousy became a constant on the case, as your efforts to save Lila from her stalker also pushed her closer and closer to Spencer.Â
And that wasn't even accounting for the fact that you'd suddenly become tongue-tied around them.
Spencer had asked you multiple times how you were enjoying your first time out in the field, and the most you could muster was a nod and a stammered âit's been good, I guess.â
With Lila, it was worse. You couldn't even tell her your name, and had overheard her politely asking Reid for it a few times every time you'd dropped coffee off in their vicinity.Â
Your school girl crush was hitting the first heartbreak road bump at full speed, and dear god, you were not ready for the car crash.Â
You tried to psych yourself out of it, to clear your mind and remain professional, but one tabloid cover after wrapping the case ended that for you completely.Â
âWhooo, Spencer, my man! I knew you were a pretty boy, I didn't know you had game like that!âÂ
The tabloid had been dropped on his desk by Derek loudly and had quickly drawn a crowd when they'd seen the resulting red flush from the man of the hour.Â
He'd snatched up the gossip rag pretty quickly, but not before you'd gotten a glimpse of the cover. You recognised Lilaâs pool, then Lila herself, then the man she was passionately making out with as you felt your heart crack in two.Â
You'd stuck like a fly on the wall and quietly joined in the teasing as you swallowed all of your ugly emotions at once.Â
âAnd in the pool, too, Spencer, that's crazy. Look at Y/N. She can't believe it herself!â You forced a small giggle past your lips and hoped the others couldn't tell how fake it was. You stuck out a few more minutes of conversation before nearly running back to JJ's, thankfully empty office.Â
The tears were silent.Â
You berated yourself for even letting them fall. An unrequited love wasn't the end of the world - especially considering you had to work with Reid, see him every day.Â
It took you months to get over it. Not that you ever fully managed it.
You simply told yourself that you'd never felt that way in the first place, gaslighting yourself into believing there was no feelings and thus no heartbreak.Â
After a month of haunting the office with your general gloom, you got into the flow of it and truly convinced yourself you were over it.Â
And you were until everyone started talking about it all over again.Â
âSpencer, I heard your lady friend is going to be in a real blockbuster soon. Congrats!â Morgan clapped the man on the shoulder as he walked past, discarding his coat at his desk as he arrived for work.Â
You gripped your coffee mug slightly tighter as you wished the conversation would blow over.Â
âReid has a lady friend? Oh, please do not spare the details,â Emily jumped in, eager to integrate herself into the team now that she was in it.Â
âYou know that actress, Lila Archer? We babysat her on a case a couple of months back, and she took quite the liking to our little genius-âÂ
âMorgan, stop-â Reid groaned, flushing yet again at the mention of the whole scenario.Â
âOkay, I'll back off,â the older man said quickly. âIf you can tell me honestly, you don't still have that tabloid cover in the second draw of your desk.â
You tried to stand and walk away from the conversation without drawing any attention to yourself, but the tension in your body left you stiff and less than graceful. You tripped on the corner of your desk on your way out but didn't pause to even listen to the others' call after you in your haste to clear the venom burning in your throat.Â
You were fine and happy to ignore your emotions, but you realized then that kind of tactics would only work if everybody else managed to avoid them, too.Â
You calmed your pace to a wall and took a series of deep breaths, trying to rationalize your departure to yourself.Â
âI'm busy. There's some files I need to pull anyway, so I'm just going to file storage. That's why I left my desk. That's all, I'm fine.âÂ
Your small pep talk didn't rewrite history, though, and you still felt a cloud of envy following you around.
He kept her picture. In his drawer.Â
Truth be told, you weren't expecting it to hurt this bad.Â
You heard footsteps come up behind you, so you quickly ducked into the empty elevator, not quite ready to face anyone yet. A hand caught it just as you were about to be left alone, though, and Spencer joined you in the elevator.Â
You weren't exactly shocked to see him. He'd been just as uncomfortable with the topic of conversation as you had, if not more so. You just wished you hadn't been in the same place now.Â
âSorry, I need some files.âÂ
Great, you were going to the same place as well. You just nodded slightly and gave him a tight-lipped smile as you travelled down to the place you'd both chosen as an escape.Â
âBack there, you leftâŚâ Spencer started, fidgeting awkwardly next to you in the elevator.
âYou left pretty abruptly.â
âI remembered I needed some files.â
âRight, rightâŚâ
The silence that stretched between you was thick and suffocating, and you begged the elevator to move faster.Â
âI don't, by the way.â He spoke up again, awkwardly clearing his throat before continuing. âI don't still have that tabloid. There is a picture in that drawer, but it's notâŚthat one.âÂ
âA different picture of Lila, then?â You tried to keep your tone light, but even while trying your hardest, you couldn't keep the bitterness out of your tone.
The elevator reached its destination, but you both held back for a few seconds, and neither of you was quite sure what to say anymore.Â
âShe kissed me, you know.â Spencer said, facing you now, pinning you in place with his attention.Â
âYes, Spencer. Well aware, I saw the photo, too.âÂ
âNo.. no, I mean, she kissed me.âÂ
âLoudâŚloud and clear,â you said, raking a hand through your hair as you tried to drown out all of the noise.Â
âY/N, I don't think you're hearing me.âÂ
âOh, and I should be paying attention to you recounting the time an actress decided you were worthy of your time and tried to mount you in a swimming pool? I need to hear about how her tongue felt being pushed down your throat?âÂ
The words jumped out of you, and you had no way to stop them once they started. Instead, you simply shoulder checked your way out of the still elevator and marched your way to the file room.Â
âY/N, I'm sorry, please just hear me out,â you heard Spencer calling out to you, but you didn't stop or turn around.Â
âY/N, I'm trying to explain, please just-â You heard him groan in frustration as you kept up your pace and felt slightly satisfied that he was having such a hard time. A solid hand on your wrist pulling you back wiped any smile you had on your face clean off, especially as you were pulled into a somewhat solid chest and a hand tipped your head up to meet his own.Â
To say you hadn't imagined the moment that Spencer Reid kissed you for the first time would be a lie. You thought it would be sweet and small, an awkward peck if nothing else that led to giggles and more innocent chaste kisses and possibly an illusive hug.Â
Instead, you were pushed back against the nearest wall, pinned up by your wrists, and robbed of all of your breath as Spencer kissed you until you were seconds from passing out.Â
Even after you both came up from air, he released your wrists so he could angle your head back up to him, allowing him to deepen the kiss the second time around.Â
Stunned was not the word.Â
And though you were completely taken unaware by the kiss, that didn't mean you weren't eagerly reciprocating.Â
You kept your wits about you as his tongue parted your lips, leaning into him as you savored the moment.Â
It didn't stop the confusion after you finally broke apart, though.Â
âWhatâŚtheâŚfuck, Spencer?â You said between gasps, chest heaving. He let your wrists go awkwardly, hands trailing down to your waist as you rested yours on his shoulders.
âYou weren'tâŚlistening. Needed a different strategy.âÂ
âWell, I'm all ears now.âÂ
He nodded and then took another moment to catch his breath before relinquishing you from his hold and putting a bit of space between you.Â
âI didn't kiss Lila Archer. I didn't particularly want..to?â He cleared his throat and continued.Â
âShe kinda just grabbed me? And did it? There was a pool too, so I was trying not to choke on water and chlorine and hair everywhere. Like, she just grabbed me-âÂ
âLike you just did?âÂ
âLike I just⌠did, yeah, like that.âÂ
You weren't sure what to do or say anymore. So you just nodded and stood there, and so did he.Â
âThat's not to say that I didn't enjoy this kiss. It wasn't just to illustrate the point. It kind of was, in the sense that it helped you understand what happened before, and that I hope it will help you realize the point of this conversation-âÂ
âWhich is?âÂ
âI like you.â He said, finally pausing his rambling to look you in the eyes.Â
âI like you, and I didn't want you to misunderstand.âÂ
âOh. Oh right.âÂ
You both stood there looking at each other and looking away in a loop, neither talking or breaking the silence until you both tried to.Â
âWhat about y-âÂ
âKiss me again.âÂ
Reid blinked at you a few more times, trying to work through your words.Â
âKiss me againâ you repeated, stepping away from the wall and closer to Reid as he still just stared at you.Â
âWe're still working, what if someone walks past?âÂ
âDidn't stop you the first time.â
âBut-â
You cut him off quickly, grabbing his tie and pulling him down to your level, locking lips with him again.Â
When you again came up for breath, possibly much longer after the time a second kiss should last, both of you just laughed again.Â
âI was jealous.â You said, looking up at him, ready to bare yourself to him now that he'd given a confession of his own. âOf Lila. Of you for being adored like that by someone so cool. But mostly of Lila.â
âBecause?âÂ
âBecause I like you, too,â you said, rolling your eyes at him.Â
âNice. Cool, that's great. I like that you like me, too. I like you, hey, I like us,â you cut off his rambling quickly with another small kiss and pulled away.
âSo the picture?" You asked, backing away down the hall as he stood and watched you.
"Hmm?"
"The one in your desk."
"Oh," he said, scratching the back of his neck as the tips of his ears turned bright pink.
"Penelope gave me this picture from the Christmas party. It's, uh, me and you."
You smiled brightly before turning to leave, the bile of jealousy that had been consuming you turned magically to butterflies in the space of two kisses.
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âľ burning desire -> s.jy
â ď¸ smut (mdni)
â pervert!jake x innocent reader, praising, dirty talk, bj, oblivious reader, masturbation, corruption kink, cursing.
summary: you never thought that the person you would ask to take your virginity would be your roommateâs best friend.
wc: 2.5k
(jake x fem.reader)
âoh jakeâs coming over by the way.â sunghoon, your roommate/ child hood friend said as he walked into the living room to where you were.
you werenât surprised at this point. jake should just move in at this point from how much he comes over. even though he comes pretty much everyday, youâre still kinda awkward with him. youâve probably had a total of three full conversations with him. sunghoon had many other friends yet jake is the only one who would come over.
âiâll go get some groceries, since the fridge looks so sad, if he comes before me just tell him iâll be back.â sunghoon said before grabbing his keys and leaving the loft.
great. itâs gonna be him and you alone. can you get any luckier ?
not even ten minutes passed after sunghoon left when you heard your doorbell echo throughout the house. knowing who it was, you took a deep sigh and opened the front door, revealing a messily-haired jake. he had on an oversized zip-up jacket with some baggy jeans. youâd never admit this out loud but he was very attractive. maybe thatâs the reason you canât seem to talk with him, youâll just get too nervous around him.
jake smiled at your presence. he saw the absence of sunghoonâs car and was more than thrilled to be with you all alone.
truth be told, jake was actually obsessed with you. from the way you act, tell jokes, to the way you smell. he never missed an opportunity to be close to you. you were very oblivious to this. not noticing how some of your panties would go missing whenever he came over, or how he would blatantly stare at your ass anytime you bent down or just turned around in general. jake loved that. he wanted to ruin you.
you looked adorable today, with your skimpy baby blue shorts that barely covered your ass and a simple white tank top, âunfortunately with a bra onâ jake thought.
sunghoonâs better than him, cusâ he wouldâve fucked you the moment you moved in.
âsunghoon went to get some groceries, heâll be back shortly, come in.â you softly smiled, letting jake walk through the doorstep.
âhowâs college going?â he asked you, sitting down on the brown couch.
âitâs going alright, just a lot of work.â you awkwardly giggled.
âhave you gone to the parties?â
âerm..not really, i donât really like that environment anyways. i prefer staying in my room.â you were now sitting on the sofa across from him.
thatâs another thing jake loved about you. you were so well-behaved. from what he knows, because sunghoon has told him, youâve never gotten wasted or anything, you were that type of girl, youâre always on top of your schoolwork, leading you to be a valedictorian in high school. you were probably even still a virgin.
â iâll be right back, i need to go take a quick shower.â
jake, being who he is, obviously took this opportunity for himself. sneakily opening your bathroom door an inch, enough to see you in it. although the fog stained on the glass shower didnât let him see your bare body, the image was exotic. he could see your hands wander all across your wet body. the fact that he couldnât see all of you turned him in even more.
it didnât take long for him to coming your bedroom (which he knows like the back of his hand) and engulf himself into the comfort of your bed. gosh he loved your scent so fucking much. he knew he didnât have much time so he lowered his jeans along with his boxers and wrapped his hand around his cock.
his breath got louder along with his moans, hoping you wouldnât hear him. he accelerated his hand motion, closing his eyes imagining you. pictures of you in the shower showing in his mind, wanting to fuck you against that wet wall. it didnât take long for his cum to spurt out over his bare stomach along with his hand.
he quickly got dressed properly and wiped his hands, trying to leave your room as soon as possible, not before going into your cabinet where you keep your panties, grabbing a new pair since the ones he had at home were used and dirty from his juices. he shoved it in his pocket trying to run out, but before he knew it he heard the door click open.
naturally his brain got into fight or flight, looking for the nearest place to hide in, running to your closet.
you walked into your room, nothing but a towel wrapped around your wet body. jake didnât fully close the closet door, this allowed him to see you. he hoped you wouldnât come into the closet, knowing how embarrassing and overall weird it would be to find your friendâs friend in your bathroom hiding.
jakeâs prayers were answered as you already had the clothes you were going to put on neatly folded on top of your nightstand. while grabbing your clothes, you noticed how awfully disorganized your bed was. did you leave it like this ? almost like a figure was there.
you brushed it off and got to changing. you let go of your towel letting it drop to the floor. jake was in heaven. his breath hitched, almost gasping out loud at what he was seeing. he put a hand over his mouth to get himself caught. you were perfect.
you clipped a bra around your perfectly sat tits, just like jake imagined them, fuck he could feel himself getting hard again. heâs about to burst out the door and have you bouncing on his dick.
you then opened your the drawer were you would keep all your panties and grabbed a pair, youâve noticed how you havenât seen some of your panties in a long time. like the one with the pink bows? gone. the baby blue ones? gone. the dark red ones? gone. and itâs always your favourites too.
you quickly put it on, remembering that jake is downstairs and you donât want him to be alone for long and become bored.
jake was enjoying the show. you donât know youâre being watched yet the way youâre putting in your clothes is so seductive. or maybe jakeâs just horny.
you soon finish and grab the towel to put it back into the bathroom, leaving your room.
jake knew this was his only chance and sprinted to the living room. trying to not make noise as well. in the span of fifteen seconds he was downstairs, seated. exactly ten seconds later, he heard a front door opening revealing sunghoon. he always gets away with it
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â _______ are you going to live like this for the rest of your life? â your friend, giselle, said. she would not die before she gets you to attend those goofy frat parties.
âiâm happy like this gis, i donât want to be around sweaty drunk people, sorry.â as much as you loved giselle, the two of you were the complete opposite.
âjust for like an hour or so, so you can live it. youâll regret not having fun once you grow old!â
although you did not want to go an inch, you give a thought to what she said. she could be right. youâll feel out of place for sure, but maybe itâs not as bad as you think?
âi guesssssssâŚ.â you quietly said but giselle heard you loud and clear, jumping in excitement as if she just won the lottery.
âalright alright letâs calm down.â
âyou pulling up to yeonjunâs party tonight?â sunghoon asked jake while they played on the gaming console.
âerm iâm not sure, Iâve got schoolwork to do.â
âjake sim missing a party? thatâs some i thought ill never hear.â jake rolled his eyes at his comment.
âliterally everyone is going though, even _______.â
jakeâs mind lit up. you were going? what in the world made you go? suddenly jakeâs dying to go too.
âshe is? i thought she hated those things..â
âi thought so too, but supposedly her friend begged her to go and she wants to try it out.â
of course giselle was behind this. jake knew the two of you were inseparable, and she wasnât the best influence either.
âiâll see if i go..â jake said before shifting the conversation to another topic.
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âisnât this too much?â you asked looking at yourself in the mirror. the dress, to anyone else, looked completely normal for a party, yet for you, it was way too open and revealing, specially in the chest area. ( itâs just a v-neck)
âyou think this is too much? please. itâs not even short short, besides your boobs look great.â you donât get it. what makes them so great?
âalright letâs go now, before they finish all the booze.â giselle dragged you outside, getting into her car.
jake was starting to believe you simply werenât coming. you wouldnât. youâd hate it here.
his mind stopped talking when he saw you. that wasnât you. who took over you? you looked very unlike yourself. a skimpy dress that barely covered your body. who the hell ? he could not get hard in the middle of a party surrounded by his friends, so he looked away, trying to ignore you as hard as it was.
âwait _____ youâre a virgin?!â one of giselleâs friends, karina, exclaimed after she asked you why you looked so tense.
âis that that obvious?â youâve never bothered thinking about losing your virginity. it honestly seemed painful that one time you had to write an essay about sexual reproduction sophomore year of high school, so you never went back to it. you donât have the time for any of that nonsense.
âholy shit youâre the first person in college iâve met thatâs still a virgin! â
you donât get whatâs so surprising. youâre still young anyway. either way, you barely know how to satisfy someone or even yourself.
âwait have you even masturbated?â you shook your head no. the gasps that fell from the table yâall were sitting at could be heard all over the frat house.
âshut up youâre joking, actually?â
âgirl what do you do for fun?â
âyou need to get laid so you can feel how good it is i swear.â
you quickly dismissed her other friend, ningningâs request. you were too nervous to even go up to a man, how the heck could you just do it with him?
âthis room is drowning with fine men, and youâre hot, simple hook.â her other friend said, chaewon. damn giselleâs more popular than you thought.
âi really donât know anyone here, itâll be too awkward..â you scratched your neck. this just made you realize how disconnected socially you were. you only knew sunghoon and jake out of the thousand people here.
âwait her roommate is sunghoon right giselle?â giselle nodded at kazuhaâs question.
âwait sunghoon? ew no. iâve known him forever weâre like siblings!â kazuha chuckled.
âno not him! but his bestie, jake. heâs been glancing at our table since we got here. you know him?â
jake? you never thought of him that way. sure he was handsome and very honestly your type of guy, but would he really? from what you know, he's not that type of guy. sunghoon described him as the "purest" of his friend group. (girl if only you knew..)
âheâs cute, and kazuhaâs right, he keeps staring at you.â giselle adds on.
jake couldnât enjoy himself. knowing youâre here somehow affects him more than he thought it would. he shouldâve stayed playing on his playstation.
while the rest of his friends went on to dance with their girlfriends, jake stood there seated on the stool. glancing your direction every now and then, hoping to god you wouldnât catch him. he was so lost in his head that he didnât even notice someone standing next to him.
almost as if you could read his mind, there you were. standing, arms crossed, bitting your lip nervously. like you had something to tell him.
youâve never flirted with anyone before, youâre just going to âwing itâ like chaewon said.
â______? i thought you didnât like this environment.â he started the conversation, quoting what you said to him a couple of days ago when he visited.
you laughed nervously. âha, yea, still do but i guess i just wanted to try it out for once.â jake could tell somethingâs up. normally you wouldnât be so nervous talking to him. or maybe he just looks real fine tonight.
to ease up the tension, jake led the conversation pretty smoothly. mostly asking you about school and such. thankfully, you looked more relaxed a couple of minutes into the conversation, he really is a great talker, you thought.
somehow the topic tumbled over boyfriends and girlfriends. you donât know how.
âseriously? i donât believe you!â jake said as you told him your very empty love life. jake already knew this obviously, he just pretended to not know so you wouldnât be weirded out.
âhave you?â you asked. jake nodded. â like three in high school but none during college, just hook-ups i guess.â your eyes widened, not expecting that last part. this is what sunghoon thinks of as âpureâ ?
âwhat is that surprising?â jake chuckled after seeing your reaction. you waved him off denying it, but it was actually shocking.
âsorry, i didnât mean to react like that.â
âitâs cool donât worry. iâm guessing you donât do those kind of things.â your cheeks were tinted red. the way he was staring at you at that moment did something inside you that youâve never felt before.
âuh, no never actually.â jake just smirked at your response, now catching up on why you came up to him so nervous.
jake never thought this day would actually come. he had you asking him to âshow him how to do it.â
and there he was, showing you. you were on your knees in front of him, looking up at him with those cute doe eyes of yours.
âjust stroke it baby , up and down, slowly.â you were almost scared of screwing it up. your hand can barely wrap around his dick completely. jake had to hold himself together, he could cum right now.
âfuck yeah just like that baby, now faster.â you do as told, noticing how lubricated heâs become. you were engrossed at his reactions. he was groaning and moaning with every stroke you gave.
âopen your mouth baby, i wanna feel it.â mouth?
âmy mouth? do i just suck it? or ?â
âjust open it baby.â you soon opened your mouth while he gathered your hair into a ponytail in his hands. pushing himself in as much as he could.
you did what your intuition told you to and began sucking it and licking it, catching jake by surprise.
âshit princess. stepping ahead i see.â his head thrown back, this might be the best head heâs ever gotten.
the image of the way your small mouth wrapped around his cock drove him insane.
jake started moving his hips up into your mouth, making you gag. although you pretty much couldnât breath properly. youâŚliked it? you did not want to let go of him.
âfuck baby, stop i canât cum so fast, i need to fuck you.â he said pushing you off of his dick, laying you down on his bed, bare right in front of him.
your heart started to speed up, was this actually about to happen?
ârelax baby, i promise ill try to make it as enjoyable as possible. trust me.â he said kissing your plump lips.
jake looked calm and cool on the outside but was he panicking on the inside. like he said before, he canât believe the day finally came.
his hands rummaged through your body, fuck it was literally perfect. just like the last time he saw it.
his fingers found your pussy, rubbing your clit, catching you by surprise. youâve never had this sort of sensation before. as he kept teasing your heat and sucking your clit, you get what the girls were talking about.
âoh my- â you could barely speak as jake was too fixated in your pussy. your fingers entangled between his locks, youâve really been missing out.
jake pulled away, earning a whine form the loss of contact, but then you saw him grab a condom and roll on to him.
you took a deep breath as he lined himself up in your entrance.
âitâs going to hurt a little at first baby, itâs normal, just relax okay?â you nodded and kissed him before he entered inch by inch.
jake in reality wanted to pound into you. seeing your expressions with his cock inside of you isnât helping.
it hurt more than a âlittleâ , you had to admit. as he fully entered you, jake groped your breast, kissing them, leaving hickeys all over them. knowing that no other man has been able to do this to you made him moan. youâre all his.
âyou can move..â you said getting the green light to start to thrust.
soon the pain you felt in the beginning, vanished as you suddenly wanted him to go faster and faster.
âoh fuck right there!â this was the first time jake heard you curse and fuck was it hot.
âyea baby? want me to go faster? you love this cock that much already hm?â you nodded desperately.
jake was over the moon, this was so much better than what he imagined. you were like an actual goddess, he was the lucky one.
jake, wanting to go deeper, grabbed your thighs and put them over his shoulders, leaning down.
you felt like you were in another world. you had no idea you could feel this amount of pleasure ever. you were almost crying from the level of ecstasy.
âi f-feel something, i think iâm going to comeâŚâ you said, unsure of what the feeling was.
âshit baby me too, cum all over my dick like the good girl you are.â your legs trembled as you felt some sort of relief wash over your body. both jake and you moaned as your climaxes reach over.
pulling out and dispensing his condom, jake laid next to you, grabbing your waist.
âso���what do you think?â he said caressing your cheek. you looked at him in awe.
âshouldâve done that a long time ago.â
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HQ BOYS SAYING âI LOVE YOUâ FOR THE FIRST TIME
characters sakusa kiyoomi, iwaizumi hajime
a/n in my sakusa and iwa brain rot rn
sakusa kiyoomi
â kiyoomiâs pretty good at controlling and maintaining his emotions, which is something youâve always admired about him. during those days where everything just seems to be too much, you appreciate your boyfriendâs level-headed and clear mind.
however there are some days (rare as they are) where your roles are reversed.
after a particularly difficult practice match, you received a phone call from atsumu, detailing the events that happened.
âhe doesnât look too good y/n,â he had said. âtonight was a rough one.â
not even a few seconds after the call ended, you heard the front door to your apartment open and in walked your boyfriendâyour pillar of support.
only this time, your pillar had a few gaping cracks in him.
you quietly stood up from where you were sitting on the couch, an air of hesitation lingering as you rattled your brain for something, anything to say. you werenât good at thisâkiyoomi was more skilled in terms of calming someone down with just a few words. you, however, were more of a hug-now talk-later type of person, physical affection coming to you more easily.
but you knew kiyoomi wasnât as fond of the latter as you were.
âwelcome home,â you greeted gently.
kiyoomiâs eyes gazed upward and your heart melted at just how exhausted he looked. there were bags under his eyes and his normally put together outfit was disheveled in different places.
he dropped his bag on the floor and tossed his coat onto the nearby chair. he hung his head, allowing a few seconds of silence to pass before he raised it again.
a few droplets of tears decorated his tired eyes this time.
at this, you threw all caution to the wind and spurred forward, wrapping your arms around his waist. you expected him to tense up or even step out of your hold, but you were genuinely surprised when he reciprocated, hugging you even tighter if that was possible. he dug his face into the crook of your neck, warm tears soaking the strands of your hair.
âoh my love,â you mumbled into his hair, hands softly rubbing up and down his back. âwhat can i do for you?â
his fingers gripped onto your pajamas, pulling you closer.
âjustâŚlet me stay like this. please,â his voice cracked at the end. you sighed heavily as you felt your chest crack into two. youâve never seen kiyoomi like this before and it was sending your emotions into a whirlwind.
but you did as he askedâyou cared about him too much to deny him anything.
âof course,â you whispered. âwe can stay here as long as you want.â
kiyoomi sniffled but didnât say anything more, so you thought he was finished talking, but the next words out of his mouth took your breath away.
âthank you. iâm sorry. i love you.â
iwaizumi hajime
â if there was anyone else other than hajime who could put the oikawa tooru in his place, it was you.
the three of you were childhood friends, pretty much conjoined at the hips. you went from supporting them at their volleyball games to becoming their official manager in high school when you were a second year.
the same year you and hajime became something a little more as well.
growing up with the two of them, you knew their antics very wellâwhich came in handy whenever tooru started acting up.
like right now.
âwait, whereâs oikawa?â yahaba asked, pausing in his steps when he noticed your eccentric captain was nowhere to be found.
you froze, hajime doing the same in front of you. you saw the way the vein on his temple bulged and you sighed, stepping foward to put a hand on his shoulder.
âif heâs out there flirting with the girls again, iâm gonna kill him,â he muttered through gritted teeth.
âiâm right there with you,â you sighed. âcoach, weâll handle this.â
hajime grabbed your hand, leading you back out the entrance where the two of you found the culprit himself. however, instead of a crowd of girls surrounding him, you were surprised to see two familiar faces.
âis thatâŚâ
from beside you hajime groaned. âoh heâs going to have a field day with this. letâs go before he loses it even more.â
as you got closer, you could hear the flurry of comments oikawa was saying, most likely goading the two poor first years in front of him.
you managed to get to your elusive captain before your boyfriend did, and you yanked him back by the collar, satisfaction brewing in your stomach when he let out a terrified shriek.
âweâre here for an important match and youâre out here picking fights with your juniors?â you clicked your tongue in annoyance. ânot a very good example youâre setting for them, are you captain?â
your gaze shifted over to the duo, features softening at the familiar faces of hinata shoyo and kageyama tobio. you sent them an apologetic smile, throwing your hand up to wave them off.
âso sorry about him guys. he ran off without his leash.â
oikawa sputtered at your words and you heard your boyfriend chuckle behind you. the two first years just gaped at you in shock as you dragged the supposed great king back to the auditorium.
ây/n,â he whined. âi can walk on my own you know.â
âoh i know that tooru, but clearly you donât know where youâre going,â you snapped, whipping your head to the side to glare at him.
you reached the area where the rest of the team was warming up, tossing your captain back into the fray.
âlisten iâm sorry butââ
you held your hand up, cutting him off.
âtooru,â you said sharply, causing him to flinch. even the other members stopped what they were doing, not having heard that tone in your voice before.
âif you keep pulling this shit then iâm not afraid to publicly kick your ass. iâve only held back because youâre my best friend and i love you, but you are seriously testing my god damn limit. now, if you would please stand up and address your team the way a proper captain would.â
you crossed your arms, standing there expectantly as oikawa frantically composed himself, slipping back into his easy going persona.
despite the frustration you felt, you couldnât help but shake your head, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips.
you heard the sound of footsteps behind you before an strong arm wrapped around your shoulder. hajime chuckled, looking at you with the biggest shit-eating grin youâve ever seen.
you raised your eyebrow at him. âwhat is it?â
hajime shrugged and leaned in, pecking your cheek.
âhave i ever told you how much i loved you?â
you snorted, a sharp laugh leaving your lips. âreally? thatâs what gets you to say it?â
you gently elbowed your boyfriend in the ribs, unable to hide your ever-growing smile on your lips when he pulled you back to give you a proper kiss.
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what would you do
eddie munson x rick's ex!fem!reader
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â summary: expanding on this post, you ask eddie a question he wasn't expecting when he's balls deep inside you: "what would you do if he walked in?"
â warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v, table sex, creampie, imaginary exhibitionism, inspired by bobby and shelly in episode 5 of twin peaks, pls excuse any typos
â a/n: not by best work, but eddie and rick's ex!reader have taken over my mind. i have some more ideas for them, so there will be more about these two idiots-in-love!
âWhat would you do if he walked in right now?â
Eddie isnât expecting that question, especially when he's balls deep inside you.
âHuh?â
He pushes up from you, peering down to see you spread out on the dining table. Your smile appears as breathless as your voice sounds. âIf he walked in. Right now. What would you do?â
Thereâs no need to specify who âheâ is, but that's not what gives him pause. He has thought of how this particular scenario could play out plenty of times before, some situations darker than others. Maybe someday one of them will come true, but for now, he would rather bathe in your attention. Smiley and bright eyed, you're looking at him as if he's some kind of prize. No one looks at him like that, except you.
Taking a deep breath, he pulls out just enough to make your smile falter before he plunges back in. âIâd tell him, âRick! What a surprise, man. Welcome home!ââ
The dining table rocks underneath you, his hips shoving the furniture back and forth until the wood whines from the strain.
âIâd tell him â shit, hold on, sweetheart,â He pauses, re-adjusting so he can drape your legs over his shoulder. With a quick kiss to your calf, he looks up at the front door, sporting the biggest shit-eating grin he can muster. There, an imaginary Rick is frozen in shock from the sight of Eddie fucking his girl in his home.
âListen, this isnât the welcome home surprise you were hoping for, but look at the bright side! I told you Iâd look after your girl. And I know, I know. You doubted that a third time high school senior could do it, but I did. Keep her filled up just for you. Isnât that right, sweetheart?â
Eddieâs eyes flicker down to you, nudging his chin towards the front door. âGo on, tell Rick how well I look after you.â
You barely lift your head in the direction of the entrance, too unbothered to even acknowledge your shitty, imaginary ex. âSo, so good. Keeps me so cockdumb I canât think of anyone else. Not even you, Ric â fuck, Eddie! Faster, please go faster.â
While you were talking, Eddie dropped his arms to wrap around your upper thighs and squeezed your legs together. With this new pressure, his cock drags against something inside you that makes you writhe at every thrust.Â
A wickedness falling over him as he slows down his pace, pausing when he is buried inside you for a dizzying moment. Your bottom lip juts in displeasure, but all he can do is give you a smug smile. It's the same smile he'd give you whenever Rick was around, a secret only meant for the two of you.
"I don't think he heard you. Tell him again who makes you feel this good?"
Your eyes meet when you say his name, not once do you look away. âYou. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.âÂ
His whole body hums, the most perfect high running through his bloodstream as his quick thrusts make the table squeak.
"That's right, sweetheart. Me, only me."
His orgasm is building up inside him again, now with more vigor, and there is nothing he can do to slow its relentless approach. No more make believe. Only fast, sharp strokes that make his hips buck helplessly. He keeps his tight hold on your legs, squeezing harder to mimic the way your pussy clenches around his cock.
But there is still one more thing he needs to know.Â
âAre you mine, baby?â
Your response tumbles past your lips without a second to spare. âYours.â
Months ago when you and Eddie first startedâŚwhatever this isâŚhe would dismiss these declarations as the sort of sweet lie lovers tell themselves in the heat of the moment. Something that would make his cheeks burn from embarrassment as you both redressed.
But now, after spending months with you, studying your body, piecing apart your mind, learning about the very essence that makes you who you are, heâs starting to think itâs more than just horny rambles. As much as that scares him, it also makes him feel lucky, something he rarely experiences.
Eddie is lucky to have you. He is lucky enough to turn the end of your word into a loud moan and feel your body trembling against his. Lucky enough to see your back arch and experience your release splatter against his front.
âThere you go. Good fucking girl. Keep going, sweetheart. Make it messy.â
He abandons rhythm and races towards his own release, pressing every last inch of himself into you so desperately that it slides you back along the table. One, two, three thrusts and he's crying your name as he spills inside you.
His orgasm stamps out any conscious thought. It's only once the post-orgasm haze starts to lift does he realize that he's let go of your legs and is not resting his weight on top of you. And maybe the post-nut clarity hasn't hit yet, or maybe its the way your nails gently rake against his scalp, but whatever it is, it makes him turn to kiss your cooling skin and mutter, "I'm yours, too."
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favourite crime 2
summary: harry whisks y/n away for a romantic weekend, but when feelings and questions turn into actions, their relationship only gets more complicated
warnings: smut (protected sex, oral f receiving, choking, spanking, cockwarming) angst, mentions of cheating, forbidden love, age gap
wordcount: 7.3k
a/n: thank you SO much for all the love and feedback on the first part đ i canât cope. SORRY this took so long to post. please let me know if you enjoyed this one!!! love you <3
(as always itâs not proofread yet so proceed with caution)
special mention to this seriesâ biggest fan, my homegirl @harryscumcloth who has helped me with this a million times AND may have beat me if this wasnât posted sooner <3
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You were nestled in the corner of a quiet pub, worlds away from anyone who might recognise you or Harry, yet still almost jumping out of your skin when anyone met your eye. The armchair you were curled up in was rugged and worn, the padding molded to the shape of every person that had been there before you. Although not the venue youâd pick for a steamy weekend break, the B&B was cozy and welcoming, and somehow it felt even more romantic than a five-star sex hotel. The gentle murmur of distant conversations and the clinking of glasses pulled your attention away from your drink, your eyes scanning across the room until they landed on Harryâs.
Warm bulbs cast a dim glow over his face, the knit of his brows subtle as he stared at you, though he was clearly somewhere else. Heâd been going crazy since he last saw you, the memories of the way he made you fall apart at the forefront of his mind. It fuelled a fire within him that his own fears kept putting out. He was burning then frozen, burning then frozen, over and over again.
You were young and needed to date properly, not be someoneâs secret. And he couldnât be your secret, wouldnât allow himself to darken you with a warped and forbidden affair. But he couldnât think of anything but you, the way your walls gripped at his fingers, the look in your eyes as he kissed you, the pink of your cheeks after you came. He was totally infatuated with you, yet he knew this was as far as anything could go.
You watched him for a while, waiting for him to speak up. The drive had been mostly quiet, neither of you knowing exactly how to express what you were thinking. Until Bonnie Raittâs I Cant Make You Love Me came on the radio and two hands shot out to change the station. Harryâs eyes met yours for a second as his fingers wrapped around your wrist, a soft chuckle slipping out. He guided your hand to his thigh, his touch hovering until your thumb started to caress the fabric of his trousers.
âNo sad songs in my car,â he teased, eyes fixed on the road. âPut one of your playlists on.â
You picked up your phone, momentarily feeling stupid and young as you scrolled through your Spotify. You had no idea what music Harry liked, and you werenât about to embarrass yourself by displaying a horrific taste in music. Heâd somehow noticed your internal panic, rolling his eyes in jest. âJust put on your on repeat. I wanna see what music you like,â he grinned.
You scrolled through your Spotify with a furrowed brow, your indecisive fingers hovering over the screen. a smirk playing on his lips, watched her struggle. "Weâll be there before you pick something.â
"It's important, Harry. I have to find a playlist that doesnât have High School Musical in."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "For real?â
"Yes! What's wrong with that?" you laughed, pulling your hand away from his leg.
"Well, for a start," Harry began, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. âYouâre not twelve.â
Your cheeks flushed, but you couldn't help but giggle. "Hey, at least I have variety. You probably listen to dad rock and indie songs that you think will make girls fancy you.â
"TouchĂŠ," he said, holding up a hand in surrender. "But at least I donât have the music taste of a pre-teen.â
You rolled your eyes, finally settling on a song. As the first notes played, Harry groaned exaggeratedly. âJust because you have High School Musical in your playlist, doesnât mean you should play it.â
You grinned, holding up your phone as a mock microphone. "Come on, admit it. You love it."
Harry shook his head, unable to keep a straight face. "You're impossible."
âYouâre staring at me,â Harry said finally, pulling you from your daydream.
âYouâve been staring at me since we sat down,â you laughed. âI only looked just now.â
Harry smiled softly, patting his lap in a signal for you to cosy up to him. You stood up, quietly moving around the table, your eyes never leaving Harry.
He opened his arms as you approached, taking a hold of your hand as you settled onto his lap, curling up against him. Harry's arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, his thoughts momentarily forgotten. The comfort of the embrace was immediate, a perfect fit that seemed to melt away the distance that had separated you moments before.
You listened to the steady beat of his heart as Harry pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your back.
âI know what youâre thinking, Harry,â you whispered, glancing down at your drink before meeting his gaze. His anguish was written all over his face, his confusion and indecisiveness seeping into the lines on his tanned skin. He leaned back into the seat, shifting you slightly so that he could see you clearly.
âWhat am I thinking, bunny?â he asked, his knuckles caressing your cheek.
âYouâre thinking⌠that itâs for the best that nothing happens between us, but you still want it to.â You didnât want to have the conversation so soon, but it was clearly troubling you both. Harry stayed silent, his dark eyes trained on your face as you fiddled with your straw.
âAnd you think this weekend should be the end of it,â you added, face hardening as you said it. He made a quiet murmur of agreement, brows knitting as if hearing the words out loud caused physical pain.
âIâll follow your lead, H. If this is as far as we go, then I say we make it the best weekend ever,â you grinned, hoping that a twinkle cut through the sadness you could feel clouding your eyes.
Harry scanned your face for a second, searching for any sign of hesitance. But you were settled on your choice, your strong gaze giving him no indication of any deeper feelings. He pulled you closer to him after a moment, satisfied that you were on the same team.
To agree on the premature death of your relationship was a gut wrenching feeling, in the most peculiar way. You barely knew Harry outside of his time as your professor, and now you were wondering if he would end up as your one great love, the one big regret youâd have when youâre old and grey, or if heâd be the one who ruined you. You were almost certain it was the former, but it wasnât the time to dwell on it.
You wrapped an arm around his shoulders as you settled into his lap, with one final scan around the pub in case it was suddenly full of people you knew. Harryâs hand pressed against your cheek, turning your head until you faced him. His thumb dragged across your bottom lip, his lips parted just enough for you to see the white of his teeth as he stared at you.
It was the closest youâd been since you found yourself on his lap at the lake. Friday was your study day, your only lecture taught by a different professor, and youâd lost track of time and missed your grading session with Harry. The last youâd seen of him was as he drove away after dropping you home, your panties still dripping from the orgasm heâd given you.
The heat radiating off the wall of muscle grazing your chest had you burning up, your cheeks flushing a bright red under his gaze.
Youâd noticed that he always looked at you as if he were undressing you in his mind, but now that heâd seen your body, his eyes bored deeper. So deep that it was almost as if he thought he could get you naked with just one look. But with the way he was looking at you then, it could have been a real possibility.
Harryâs lips ghosted across yours, dragging across your cheek until they settled at your ear. âWe should go and check out our room,â he whispered, his voice huskier than it had been previously. His free hand tightened around your waist as he spoke, sending shivers down your spine.
You slid off his lap, leaving your barely touched drink on the table as you headed for the stairs. Harry was close behind you the whole way, his hands finding your hips as you started to climb.
You barely made it through the door before he was pulling you to him, his core pressed tight to your back. You could feel everything, every dip and curve of muscle, every twitch of his cock. Harryâs ringed hands gripped and clawed at your clothes with an urgency that sent a chill through your body.
You let him push you towards the bed, turning to face him when your calves hit the frame. He slid a hand up your shirt without a second thought; the sting of his nails, the warmth of his touch, the drool wetting his bottom lip as he stared at you open-mouthed. It was enough to make your knees buckle beneath you, your body suddenly not strong enough to withstand the energy and desire that coursed through you.
In that moment you realised that Harry was addictive. There was an energy that flowed through him, a frantic buzz of electricity shooting through your bloodstream at the mere thought of him. His touch, his voice, his presence left you with a high that you never want to come down from - a dangerous game to play. You knew you couldnât have him, and the idea of the fall terrified you. But while thoughts of him were clouding your mind, the what ifs and what thens, he was with you, in front of you, tugging your t-shirt over your head.
You pulled your maxi skirt down, stepping out of it and throwing it somewhere off to the side. Harry backed away from you, his hands falling limply to his sides as his gaze dropped down to your panties. It was his first time seeing you properly, and he wanted to take in everything. The curve of your hips, the freckle on your thigh, the scarring of what once was a belly button piercing. His eyes trailed higher, to the fullness of your breasts, the blush of your nipples, the way your hair rested on your shoulders.
âSo fucking pretty, kitten,â he whispered, reaching out to pull you towards him. His hand gripped your wrist firmly as he closed the distance between you. With a swift, fluid motion, Harry pushed you against the wall, the cool surface a shock against the heat radiating from his body. The impact took your breath away, but before you could fully process the sensation, his lips were on yours, fierce and demanding. The world around you blurred into insignificance, your whole being succumbing to the urgency and passion of Harryâs tongue as it moved against yours. His feet nudged between yours, his erection pressing into your parted thighs.
He pulled away after a minute, his fingers tangled in your hair. You were panting, gasping for breath as his lips moved down your neck. âTell me what you need from me,â he murmured, nipping at the skin between hot kisses.
âAnything, everything,â you whispered, your voice breathy, a ghost of itself. Harry pulled away from you, straightening up so he could look you in the eye. His fingers trailed across your jawline, his normally mossy eyes now like coal as they moved over your face.
âDonât have to do anything youâre not comfortable with,â he said, pulling his lower lip into his mouth as his hand roamed your skin, tracing the curves and contours of your hips and waistline.
âGive me everything, H,â you moaned, reaching out to touch him as the anticipation became too much to handle. His hand left your face, fingers tangling between yours as he blocked you from touching him, holding your hand at your side as he dropped to his knees in front of you.
You widened your legs for Harry without a second thought, grip tightening on his hand as he pressed wet kisses to your inner thighs.
âBeen dreaming about this,â he drawled, his breath dancing lightly across the inside of your thigh. You were powerless, frozen in place by your need as he curled his fingertips around the lace of your thong, kisses and nips following as he tugged it down your thighs.
He let go of your hand as soon as you were exposed, moving to lift both of your feet with a gentle touch, one after the other. You kicked your panties somewhere across the room, pushing your shoulders back into the wall as his nose nudged into your thigh, opening you wider for him.
Your breath was caught in your throat, blood pounding in your ears as you looked down at Harry, watching as he rested back on his heels and took in every part of you. He stared like he wanted to commit it to memory, like this was what he needed to see when he closed his eyes. He draped your leg over his shoulder, licking a hot stripe from your knee to your core.
And then suddenly, without any warning, his fingertips trailed through your entrance, collecting your slick. Your head fell back against the brick as he took his fingers between parted lips, his cheeks hollowing as he suckled on your juices. The whimper that you let out was obscene, he was obscene, worshipping your pussy as if it was everything to him.
When he was satisfied, Harryâs tongue traced the line that his fingers had made, licking into you so tenderly yet driven by desire. He was eating you like heâd been starved, like your pussy was the prey heâd been hunting. Your knees buckled as his nose grazed your clit, your weight shifting slightly as you dropped deeper onto his mouth. You could feel his smirk against your entrance, his moan vibrating through your core as you gasped and panted. But you were playing into his hands, giving him the reactions he so desperately wanted.
His deep groan fluttered through you as your hands twisted into his curls, the sharp sting of your nails just enough to spur him on. He repeated the same movement, over and over, his focus alternating between your entrance and your clit, his fingers wrapped around your thigh, tips digging in just enough that you expected bruises by the morning. The thought of it made you ache, the idea of his touch marking you, making you his, was enough to have your body trembling over him.
Your heel dug into Harryâs back, your motivation somewhere between steadying yourself and pulling him closer, your fingers tangling tighter into his curls. And when he looked up at you, his eyes locking onto your face as his lips moved towards your clit, his fingers sliding into your entrance, you were wrapped around his finger, indebted to him, owned by him from that moment onwards.
âLook at me,â he demanded, the soft touches of his lips against your nerves leaving you whining and rocking against his mouth. When you didnât pull your head down fast enough, a splayed hand slammed against the curve of your ass. You cried out, tugging on his hair as your eyes met his, your eyelids heavy.
âGood girl,â Harry whispered, his soft lips wrapping back around your clit. Every muscle in your body seemed to tense at once, your entire body buzzing as he worked his fingers inside of you, his free hand rubbing at the mark his slap was sure to have left. It was too much, the pleasure defeating you as you started to fall apart, crying out his name as you came.
Harry waited a minute, kissing across your mound and your inner thighs, before slipping your leg from his shoulder. He got back to his feet slowly, his hands trailing the outside of your body as if he might need to catch you. Your heart was hammering in your throat, the flashes of sweetness and purity in Harryâs actions somehow making the moment even dirtier.
As soon as he was level with you again, confident that you can support yourself, his lips were back on yours. Hungrier, more desperate than before. He pulled you into him, his cock twitching as you bite down on his bottom lip, his hands splayed across your back. You werenât sure youâd ever been so overwhelmed with desire and need, and you werenât sure you ever would be again.
âYâso fucking perfect,â Harry murmured against your mouth, turning you around and pushing you onto the bed. âDo you know how itâs been for me?â he asked, tugging his tshirt over his head. âWatching you in class, seeing you flounce around in those little skirts knowing whatâs underneath. Knowing that pussy is waiting for me?â
You shook your head, moving your legs just slightly so he had a better view of you. âSuch a tease,â he continued, voice so low you could barely make out his words. You were aching all over, physically pained by the lack of touch, your walls throbbing with impatience. He was taking too long, too many seconds wasted by fiddling with the button on his slacks.
âPlease, Harry,â you whimpered, reaching out to help him undress. âYou donât like waiting?â he scoffed, finally stepping out of his trousers. The outline of his cock is all you can focus on, your lips parting as you stare at him. âI need you to tuck me,â you whined, massaging both of your breasts in an attempt to take the edge off.
He walked around the bed to the nightstand, eyes never leaving your body. âAll fours,â he demanded, plucking a condom from his wallet.
You followed his orders, turning onto your knees and pressing your chest flat to the bed. His eyes bore into your core as he rolls the condom over his cock, sucking in a sharp breath.
âFuck,â he whispered, coming up behind you and tracing the curve of your hips with splayed hands.
He pushes himself against your folds, his tip nudging against your clit with every move. You rock your hips back into him, whining until he lines himself up with your entrance.
Your head dropped to the mattress as he finally pushed himself into you, groaning as your walls pulsated around his width. He was big. Bigger than youâd imagined, bigger than youâd ever had. You could feel him everywhere. Your head dropped to the mattress as he finally pushed himself into you, groaning as your walls pulsated around his cock. He was big. Bigger than youâd imagined, bigger than youâd ever had. You could feel him everywhere, his tip pressed against your g-spot, his girth splitting you apart.
You gripped the bedsheets with shaky hands, your knuckles white as Harry pulls back.
âPerfect fucking cunt,â he drawled his fingertips digging into your waist. He glanced down, eyes dark as he watches his cock pushing back into you, the condom coated in your slick.
You couldnât speak, couldnât focus on anything except moving your hips back to meet his thrusts. His cock was everywhere, filling every inch of you as his hands roamed your ass, each thrust more powerful than the last. âMore, Harry, *please*,â you begged, rocking your hips into him so hard that the slap of skin on skin echoed around the room.
âStill need more, huh?â Harry cooed, his voice so low it was almost sinister. You nodded, whimpering as he slammed back into you.
He gathered your hair into a ponytail, twisting it around your fingers and tugging until your back was flush with his chest. His hand snaked around to your throat, squeezing lightly as he tilted your head back to look at him.
âSuch a good little slut,â he drawled, watching as you trailed a hand down to your clit, knees weak as you rubbed circles against the sensitive nerves.
Harry leaned down a little, sinking his teeth into the flesh next to his hand. You couldnât keep from crying out, writhing in his grasp. Youâd never felt so much before. His cock fucking into you, his grip on your throat, the pull of your skin between his teeth, your fingers at your clit. It was like you were experiencing everything at its fullest, your senses heightened as your body went into overdrive. You didnât have time to register your orgasm until you were in the thick of it, rolling your body against your palm, choking out a scream of Harryâs name.
He eased his grip on your throat, letting you drop down onto the mattress as you rode through your high. He pulled out of you, rolling onto the centre of the bed with a groan.
You climbed on top of him, lining his length up with your entrance and slipping him back inside of you. Your head rolled back on your shoulders as you felt him from a new angle, your hands resting against his tattooed torso.
âSo fucking big, H,â you whined, circling your hips as if it would make any difference to the way you were bursting at the seams, stuffed full of his cock.
His hands found your hips as you started to inch yourself off him, your eyebrows furrowed as you try to get used to his size.
âTaking me so well, kitten,â Harry murmured, his eyes glazed over as he watches you ride him, your ass slapping against his groin as you start to bounce on him.
He cupped the back of your neck with one hand, pulling you closer to him. You planted your hands on either side of his head, grinning against his mouth as he kissed you, the taste of your slick still lingering on his tongue. Your body was practically aglow with energy, tingling from your head to your toes as he reached around to slam a hand against your ass. Each smack of his palm is punctuated with your loud cry, falling into time with the squelch of your juices to form an obscene chorus. Itâs an entirely depraved, overwhelmingly dirty sound, especially for the early afternoon.
But as Harry gripped your hips and held you steady, fucking up into you with the power and force of a machine gun firing, you really donât care at all about anything going on around you. In that moment, itâs you and Harry against the world. Thatâs the final thought you had before your walls clamped around his cock, whimpering into his mouth as your third orgasm of the day started to tear through your body. Harryâs thrusts got sloppier, his hips jolting as he came, your pussy milking him of all he had. Your hips rocked as he panted into your mouth, rubbing at the welts starting to rise on your skin.
You waited for his heart rate to lower before easing off of him, pulling the condom from his length as you kneeled beside him. Harry watched as you tied the end, dropping it haphazardly near the bin before flopping down next to him, chest still heaving.
You stared at the ceiling, stars still lingering in your vision. It wasnât fair. Harry wasnât the kind of man you were meant to have a fling with, he was the white picket fence and babies man. You knew that questioning him and begging would only make you look younger and sillier in his eyes, but the lingering vulnerability had your words slipping out before you could hold yourself back.
âI donât want this weekend to be all we have,â you whispered, rolling over to look at Harry.
âI donât either, princess,â he murmured, propping himself up on his elbow. His free hand pushed the stray hairs from your face, his touch never far from you. âBut at this point in your life, do you really want to sneak around for a few years?â
You stared at him in silence for a moment, your bottom lip jutting out as you realised how impossible any kind of relationship would be.
âI donât like it anymore than you do. But if I have you, I want to be able to show you off. Youâre too good to be any manâs secret.â
You groaned, throwing your hands over your face. How could someone make you feel so wanted even as they let you down?
âYou know Iâm right,â Harry teased. You could almost hear the arrogant smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. You rolled onto your back, letting your arms drop limply at your sides. âNo,â you grumbled.
âI am,â Harry continued, climbing over you and planting his hands on either side of your head. âNow are you gonna carry on sulking, or are we going to enjoy ourselves?â
The injustice melted away as you stared up at him, his toothy grin spreading as your face softened. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pushing your hips up until they met his core. âShow me what Iâll be missing,â you whispered, the tug on your heartstrings overpowered by your need.
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The shower, desk, window seat, sink, every surface possible had all been used by the time the sun went down that evening. You were exhausted, every inch of your body throbbing. Harry could see it in the way your face screwed up just a little every time you moved, his hands never ceasing as they rubbed over your sides.
He glanced down at you, a soft smile curving his lips. You were somewhere between simply too content to open your eyes and full-on knocked out as he slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb the you. He padded softly across the room, kicking away discarded items of clothing as he made his way to the bathroom, the cool tiles a stark contrast to the warmth of the bed.
The tub had barely started filling up before you appeared in the doorway, rubbing at your eyes with the heels of your hands.
âHi, kitten,â Harry grinned, pulling you in for a hug.
You hated how easy and normal everything felt as you wrapped your arms around his back, your head falling between his pecs as if this was where you were meant to be.
âWhat you doing?â
âI was rough with you today, and I feel bad,â he shrugged. âAnd you seem like the kind of girl who likes a bath.â
âIâve had a really nice day,â you sighed, your voice muffled against his t-shirt. You really had, but it wasnât right. It wasnât right that heâd fucked you the way youâd always dreamed of. It wasnât right that heâd been the Troy to your Gabriella. It wasnât right that he was taking the time to care for you. It wasnât right that this was the way your story would end.
But you pushed those feelings down as Harry kissed the top of your head, his thumb rubbing circles on your lower back. âGood. Me too.â
You stepped away from him as he reached around to shut the water off. âWhat are you supposed to do while I have a bath?â
âI donât know. Fall to my knees and cry until youâre back,â Harry shrugged, tangling his fingers with yours and pulling your arms around his neck.
You dodged his kiss with a laugh, shaking your head as you rolled your eyes.
âDonât even think about asking me to join you. That is the smallest bathtub Iâve ever seen,â Harry teased.
âThen just stay here with me,â you ask, grinning when he agreed. He pulled your hands to his mouth, kissing each of your knuckles one by one.
âJust give me a minute,â he told you, letting go of you as he backed out of the bathroom.
You stepped into the bath when Harry left, listening out for a clue as to what he suddenly needed to do. All you heard was the main door closing behind him, and his quick steps down the hallway.
He padded back into the bathroom a few minutes later with a flute of champagne in either hand. âNice touch,â you grinned, washing the bubbles from your hand as he passed one of the glasses to you with a gentle kiss on the top of your head.
âCanât fault a man for trying,â Harry smiled, closing the toilet so he could sit next to you.
You pushed the bubbles around the surface of the bath for a second, watching as they popped and sparkled.
âTake your top off,â you giggled, turning to Harry with a bright grin.
He eyed you suspiciously as you glared back at him, your smile never faltering. âIâm naked, H. In the bath. What exactly are you expecting me to do right now?â
He shrugged, tugging his t-shirt over his head after a pause and balling it between his fists.
âI never knew you had so many tattoos. Didnât really get to see them earlier,â you told him, eyes trailing across each one. Youâd caught glimpses of them before, but you hadnât expected his torso and arms to be littered in so much ink.
âCanât really show them at work,â Harry shrugged, glancing down at his inked torso.
âI like the moth,â you mused, though your eyes were glued to the ferns poking out from the waistband of his pants. âWhich oneâs your favourite?â
He looked over himself, twisting his arms around so he could get a view of each tattoo. âThese two, I think,â he answered finally, pointing to the A and G on his shoulders. âFor my mum and sister.â
âYou donât have the right build for an English professor,â you stated, not entirely expecting to voice that aloud.
âNo?â Harry laughed, his eyes back on you as you sipped your champagne. You shook your head, cheeks a little flushed as you realised youâd have to explain yourself.
âEnglish professors are grey. Or beige. Theyâre old and withered and smell like dusty libraries,â you told him. âYouâreâŚâ
âNot like that, I hope,â Harry finished for you, his dimples carved deep into his cheeks as he grinned.
âNot at all. I think every single student has a crush on you,â you smirked. âDid you always want to be a teacher?â
Harry shook his head, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass. âDidnât even consider it until I was about to graduate.â
âI have no idea what Iâm going to do after,â you confessed, nose crinkling as you thought about it. âNone of the jobs available really appeal to me. I might have to marry rich.â
Harry let out a loud laugh as you giggled. âDonât look at me. I have about ÂŁ5 left to my name after paying my bills.â
You settled into an almost uncomfortable silence, both seemingly realising how close youâd gotten to inadvertently discussing marriage.
âAre you hungry?â Harry asked finally, cutting through any tension at risk of building up.
âA little,â you replied, tilting your head as you look at him.
âWant me to go get something?â
You nodded, setting your empty glass down as Harry leans over, planting a gentle kiss on your lips. Your eyes widened when he turned away, tugging his t-shirt back over his head.
It was all too domesticated, too natural. You were acting like an established couple, not two people who would go their separate ways after leaving the hotel room. But despite knowing that, every touch and every kiss had you melting into Harry a little more.
You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts and distract yourself before you concocted a reality in which you could live happily ever after with Harry by your side.
You decided to preoccupy yourself with getting cleaned up as soon as you heard the door swing shut, scrubbing your body and any leftover makeup from your face.
You stepped out the bath, wrapping yourself in the one clean towel neither of you had ruined, when your phone buzzed from the windowsill.
courtney: hows it going? you ok ? X
y/n: had more orgasms today than Iâve had in my life.
courtney: đ? đ
y/n: tell you everything later. Love u xx
You threw your phone in the general direction of the bed, smirking to yourself. You knew you shouldnât tell Courtney everything, but Harry mustâve known that was a given before he fucked you the way he had.
Your reflection caught your eye in the mirror as you hung the towel back up, the girl staring back at you glowing. You hated that this was the happiest youâd been in a long time, and you hated knowing that all of that would be stripped away not even twenty four hours later. But youâd already told yourself time and time again not to dwell on it now, promising yourself as much sadness as you needed the second you got home. You had a funny feeling that Illicit Affairs might be the only song youâd listen to for a few weeks.
It was only as you stared at yourself that you noticed the familiar discomfort that came with wearing your contacts for too long. Your eyes were begging for relief, but you felt suddenly shy about wearing your glasses in front of Harry. Heâd definitely seen you wearing them before, but you could never be sure how much heâd noticed you before.
You sighed, blinking a few times before plucking both lenses from your eyes and dropping them into the bin.
It was only as you padded towards the bed that you realised that your âgoodâ glasses were in your bag. With your clean clothes. In the backseat of Harryâs car. You found your purse, pulling out your spare glasses with a groan. They were your huge, thick, never-wear-in-front-of-anyone-else, emergency pair. Definitely not the pair you wanted Harry to see you in.
You ran your fingers along the arm with a grumble, pushing them onto your nose. Any glasses were better than Harry coming back to find you naked and blind. Perching on the edge of the bed, you messaged Harry to remind him to bring the bags up when he got back to the room.
It was only a few minutes later that you heard his keycard in the door and he came to your rescue, with two pizza boxes balanced in his hand and both bags slung over his shoulders.
âThis is a nice surprise,â he grinned, setting the pizzas and bags down next to you. You folded your arms over your chest, tilting your head away from him slightly.
âMy clothes and good glasses are in my bag,â you mumbled, a blush creeping up your cheeks.
âAnd why is that a bad thing?â he asked, kicking his shoes off before sitting down next to you. His palm found your cheek, turning your head back towards him. âYou are naked and adorable. I wouldnât have bothered with the bags if Iâd known.â
âYou are incredible. I have no idea what happened with your generationâs self esteem. Seriously,â Harry told you, holding your head up with two fingers under your chin.
He studied your face for a minute before pushing you down, knocking the pizzas out of the way with a muttered âoops.â
Harry angled himself slightly above you, cupping your face in both hands. He pressed tender kisses to your forehead, nose and the corners of your lips, before moving down your neck, kissing along your throat and collarbone.
His mouth continued down, his lips wrapping around your nipple as his hand found the other breast, giving them both some attention before swapping. And then he followed that same trail upwards, pausing to kiss and nibble at your ear.
âThink youâre the most beautiful girl in world,â he whispered, suckling on the skin just below your ear. âYou are to me.â
You turned your head until your nose brushed against his, eyes soft as you stare back at him.
âWhat do you need, princess?â Harry asked, his voice low as you fumbled with his belt buckle.
âJust want to be close to you, H,â you whispered, clawing at his slacks with impatience.
He pushed your hair out of your eyes before standing to remove his clothes, stroking his cock a few times as it sprung out of his boxers. His eyes were on you as he touched himself, a sight you knew would flash behind your eyes every time you reached into your panties.
âCome here,â he told you, moving backwards on the bed until his back met the headboard.
You climbed onto his lap, any tension in your body melting away as you settled over his cock. âWe used all the condoms earlier,â Harry whispered, wrapping a hand around your waist to pull you closer to him.
âDoesnât matter,â you replied. âJust needed to feel you.â
âYeah?â Harry asked, rubbing circles around the dimples on your lower back. You nodded, running your fingers through his curls. âLift up a second, kitten,â he whispered, holding his free hand under the curve of your ass as you raised your hips.
He lined himself up with your entrance, biting down on his lower lip as he eased you back down, feeling you for the first time with no barrier.
You let out a moan you didnât even know youâd been holding, the sensation of him deep inside you, filling you up, exactly what youâd needed.
âBetter now, princess?â Harry cooed, running his hand along your hips. You nodded, reaching for the pizza box. âBetter.â
â
âIâm away for the next two days,â Harry told you, tangling his fingers with yours. âGot a teaching conference.â
âDo you think itâll be hard to go back to normal?â you asked, totally disregarding what heâd said.
âYes,â Harry answered, without so much as skipping a beat. âBut I think it will only be so difficult because we have to keep seeing each other.â
You let out a dejected sigh, running your thumb across the back of his hand. âYeah.â
âSo you should spend the next two days practicing some self restraint,â Harry teased, looking over at you with that same, goofy, familiar grin.
âYou are the serial toucher,â you laughed, tugging your hand away from his to swat at his chest.
âYou just touched me.â
âI hit you.â
Harry snatched your hand back, chuckling before you settled into silence. Your gaze shifted to the view outside your window, familiar buildings and street signs coming into view as you drove closer to home. You werenât ready to carry on with the life you had before Harry, his presence making everything somehow brighter.
âWhatâs your girlfriend doing tonight?â he asked finally, breaking the silence.
âAsk your roommate. Sheâs probably at yours,â you smirked.
âSheâs always at mine,â Harry groaned. âDo you want to pick her up before I drop you home? I assume youâll need to gossip,â he teased.
You shook your head softly, eyes dropping to where your hands sat intertwined. âNo, itâs okay. Iâll see her tomorrow.â
You had a date with a book, a pint of ice cream and a potential cry lined up for when you got home. You werenât ready to share your weekend with Courtney, needing to keep it sacred just a while longer. It was the only thing you had that was only yours and Harryâs for now.
â
You approached Harryâs office door, reaching for the doorknob with a tentative hand. You shouldnât have been there and you knew it, but with a question from his earlier lecture and a burning desire to just see him, you pushed the door open.
You barely knew how to act around him after your weekend. He hadnât met your eye in class, purposely avoiding your gaze when he passed you in the hall. Youâd waited two days to speak to him, which was nothing. But it was two days of drafting and deleting nonsense texts, trying to come up with excuses to see Courtney at his in case he was there, pulling on his t-shirt before you touched yourself so it would feel like he was with you. You were completely, utterly addicted to him.
Harryâs eyes lit up the moment turned around and saw you, a genuine smile spreading across his face. The room had felt different without you, the monotony of grading and the cold glow of his laptop screen somehow duller and more lifeless than he remembered.
He gestured towards the empty seat, dropping the pile of books he was carrying onto the desk. âI wonât be long,â you mumbled, shaking your head. âJust had a question about todayâs lecture.â
Harry leaned against the wooden edge of his desk, watching you as you flipped through your notes. He couldnât help noticing how much warmth you brought into his office, how relieved he was to be alone with you.
âHow are you?â he asked finally, cutting through the silence.
âMâokay. Just trying to actually focus on my degree now,â you smiled, heart pounding as you eased into conversation. âDecided to tutor a couple of other students.â
âYour professor would be proud,â Harry grinned, running a hand through his curls. You returned his smile, your notebook falling to your side as you edged just a few inches closer. The tension felt thick, too many unspoken words to fit into one short conversation. But Harry's gaze was soft as he looked over you, an intensity behind his eyes that made your heart pound against your ribcage. You could see the cogs turning in his head, an internal battle between desire and restraint.
You were thankful for the dimmed lights as a blush crept up your cheeks, stepping closer to Harry as if an invisible force pushed you towards him. Your fingertips brushed his knee, your lips parting slightly as you stared up at him.
Youâd somehow expected him to change, to see him today and he wasnât the same man youâd left behind. But he was no different than the man whoâd fucked you, whoâd cared for you so tenderly.
In a moment of weakness, Harry leaned in, his hand tangling into your hair as his lips found yours. It was gentle yet urgent, filled with all the emotions he had been holding back. You pulled him closer, your notes forgotten as they dropped to the floor, your fingers wrapping around his collar. For a few fleeting seconds, you were almost transported back in time, reality shifting into a parallel where this was natural and normal.
But Harry suddenly pulled away, his breath ragged, his expression conflicted. "We can't," he whispered, shaking his head as if trying to clear his thoughts. "I'm sorry, kitten.â
Your heart ached at the loss of his touch, leaning forward to chase his kiss. But Harryâs hand fell from you as he took a step back, his eyes glued to the floor.
The silence that followed was heavy, loaded with everything left unsaid. Harry turned away, leaving you standing there, the warmth of his kiss still lingering on your lips, and the cold realization of his withdrawal settling in.
Your heart plummeted as Harry's words echoed in your ears. You trailed a finger along your lower lip, trying to soothe the sting of rejection. You felt exposed, your mind racing with self-doubt, wondering if you had misread everything. If you had been foolish to think there was something more.
You backed away from Harry, tears of hurt and embarrassment stinging at your eyes. He was silent, frozen as he watched you walk away. The second the door closed behind you, his gaze dropped to your notes on the ground, his fist slamming into the desk behind him.
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Harry slumped over the breakfast bar, his head in his hands. It wasnât supposed to have gone this way, and he thought he knew better. He had decided to stay away from you, and heâd broken that promise to himself. He was supposed to keep his distance. You were nothing short of irresistible to him, and he knew the second he was alone with you heâd cross boundaries. And that was exactly what heâd done.
âJust talk to her,â Courtney told him from across the kitchen. Trapped in his inner turmoil, he hadnât even noticed her in the room.
âRemember Iâm still your professor,â Harry grumbled, eyes still focused on the grainy marble under him.
She shookher head, groaning as she swiped the untouched slice of toast from his plate. He lifted his head to look at her, hoping his expression would convey how little he wanted to get into a conversation about you. Courtney raised her eyebrows as she backed out of the room, eyes still on Harry. âYouâre not the only one whoâs in a strop, you know.â
âYouâre also in my house,â he called after her, running a hand through his hair.
You hadnât told Courtney about that afternoon yet. Harry knew Courtney was feisty before she became his second roommate, and he was certain that sheâd make no attempt to hide her feelings towards him if she knew how heâd rejected you. Either you were too embarrassed to even mention it, or there was still a chance for Harry to turn things around. He may have been a man in a pit of despair, but he chose to take it as a sign.
Before he could talk himself out of it, he grabbed his keys and left. He didnât even know what his plan was, or what he was signing himself up for by going to see you. But twenty minutes later he was pulling up outside your apartment, hoping youâd be home and praying you would be willing to hear him out.
Your windows were open and a light was on, so he was over the first hurdle.
He was almost at your doorstep when he heard it. The little uncertain giggles that exploded into laughter. It was his favourite sound, and until then, heâd foolishly assumed it was reserved for him. But there was someone else in your flat, someone else making you laugh the way he did.
He backed away from the door, leaning up against his car to try and get a glimpse of who was inside. He couldnât see anyone, even craning his neck and stretching onto his tiptoes was hopeless. He turned around, clenching his fists as his jaw tightened. He was about to get back into his car when he heard the second voice, a husky male voice. He couldnât hear what he said, but he didnât need to. There was another man in your room, another man making you laugh the way he had. And you were happy. Not backing away from him in tears, with hurt and embarrassment written all over your face.
This wasnât him. He wasnât the man who got cheated on, but you werenât cheating on him. Heâd ended it. You werenât his, and you had every right to be with someone else. But that didnât make it feel any better.
He should never have put you in a position where you could be anyone elseâs. His mind was racing, thoughts of you tangled up in your bedsheets with him, that voice whispering sweet nothings in your ear, hands that didnât belong to him trailing over the bruises Harry had left on your skin.
âFuck,â he shouted, his fist flying out to make contact with his wing mirror. He should have just fucking kissed you properly. He shouldâve found a way to make it work, but he hadnât. He was a coward, pushing you into the arms of another man just so he could protect his fucking reputation.
He was half prepared to march back to your door, to charge in and reclaim what heâd lost. But he knew he wasnât acting or thinking like someone youâd want around, so he got back into his car and left, heading for nowhere.
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tell him.
matthew sturniolo
parings: matt x fem!reader
warnings: SMUT, mdni!!, cheating(i do not condone this), oral receiving, p in v, yea you know already..
summary: matt canât keep his hands off of his friend, knowing she has a boyfriend. he tries to forget her but she keeps making an appearance.
lowkey inspired by tell your girlfriend by lay bankz
{the bf in this has a random name}
the first
being around the triplets since her junior year of high school created a close bond. nick being the one who introduced himself to her, seeing her alone sitting in the cafeteria mindlessly scrolling through nothing wanting to be anywhere but that place.
ever since, theyâve treated her like another sibling from what she thought.
âhi guys!â she exclaimed, walking up the stairs of their home. âthis is my boyfriend, kian!â
a boy followed behind her appearing after coming up the stairs.
ây/n! hey, kian, iâve heard so much about you!â nick came over to greet. she gave him a âstfuâ look, remembering all the facetime calls and snaps about her drooling over him.
âyoo! iâm chris, nice to meet you.â the pair joined matt on the couch where he greeted them with a smile.
âthis is matt! heâs shy.â she poked introducing him.
âiâm not!â
âyea, even knowing them for years, i could tell them apart from the moment i met them.â she added to the conversation.
they were all sat at a table at top golf, eating and talking about things that made the others around them glare.
âi mean, thereâs definitely features that yâall share, but i can tell-â kian was interrupted by his phone loudly ringing. âmy fault, excuse me.â turning away in his seat to not intrude on the side conversations as he answered the call.
the others remained talking about their looks and making inappropriate comments and jokes.
âsorry y/n, i have to go. my brothers car broke down again and heâs stranded.â kian explained gathering his belongings.
âagain? he really needs to retire olâ reliable. but thatâs fine, just let me know when you get situated!â she replied receiving a hug and kiss on the forehead.
âit was real cool meeting you guys!â he farewelled, leaving the area after receiving goodbyes.
âwait.. now i have to uber home!â
âgirl, you know youâre welcome to stay the night at ours if you want to.â nick reminded his friend as he wiped him mouth with a napkin. she smiled and nodded agreeing to his offer.
âyouâre still hungry after all you ate at top golf?â matt teased at chris who was devouring the microwaved popcorn in his lap as the brothers sat around the living room with their friend as a movie lit up the room.
âmind your business!â chris remarked with a full mouth, throwing a handful in his direction accidentally hitting the girl beside matt.
âdude!â she screeched. he covered his mouth and looked away trying to play it off.
she poked matt quietly giggling as she pointed to nick on the loveseat who was fast asleep. chris took notice as well, laughing and decided to throw his snack at him.
nick jumped awake, searching for what just hit him. âchris- i swear! canât even rest my eyes around you.â
nick stood up with the blanket wrapped around him.
âiâm gonna go lay down, y/n you can come in when youâre ready.â with that disappearing to his bedroom.
eventually, after finishing his snack, chris went to bed after the movie finished. matt glanced at his friend who was indulged in her phone.
âhow arenât you tired yet?â he asked.
âoh trust me i am.â she put her phone down and rubbed her eyes. he smiled, quickly looking away. she got up, making her way to nicks bedroom before quietly shouting, ânight, matt!â
reaching nicks door, she softly turned the knob incase he was already asleep. the knob became stiff and wouldnât turn fully. it was locked.
confused, she assumed nick just wanted to sleep.
the lights in the living room were off. she thought about going to chris but soon remembered he was most definitely knocked out.
matt couldnât have been asleep that quickly. she tip toed to his door, lightly patting on the door. almost immediately it opened revealing matt in just his underwear. his eyes became wide unexpecting her to be at his door.
âum.. nicks door is locked. can i sleep with you?â
it wasnât unusual, they all slept in the same bed once when their manager had messed up their hotel booking. this time matt felt different.
âsure, cmon..â he let her in the room. going straight for the bed, she layed down on the left side getting under the covers as he joined her with a slight dip in the bed.
the room was silent. the blowing of the air conditioner and occasional traffic noise cutting the silence. she trembled from the coldness even under the thick comforter.
she didnât even know her actions were obvious until matt spoke, âyou cold?â with a slight chuckle in his voice.
âa little- sorry.â she whispered turning to face him. âi usually cuddle with my plushies at home, donât judge.â
his breathing picked up suddenly as he thought about his next question.
âdo you wanna.. um- cuddle with me?â
she hesitated, but thought it was a good idea so she shifted closer indicating agreement. he wrapped his arms around her gently, taking in the various smells of expensive shampoo and sweet perfume. her head lied under his chin smothered into his chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat.
neither of them knew why their anxiety skyrocketed in the moment.
he couldnât help but notice the subtle lighting from his window glistening on her face. it was so faint, he didnât even realize she was staring at his gaze.
thank goodness for the angle, otherwise she would see his pink washed cheeks from embarrassment as he looked away. she tilted her head upwards, grinning as he drew his focus back to her, admiring her distinguished features.
something sprung his confidence strong enough to overpower the racing of his heart as he placed a hand under her chin, bringing her face closer. she didnât react, assuming she was okay with the actions, he placed his lips onto hers.
the kiss was soft and loving. it almost felt like electricity through their bodies. she didnât even think she liked him. maybe she just ignored the feeling, knowing his popularity wouldnât allow them to form a decent relationship. she felt grateful enough to be as close with him and his brothers. forcing herself onto them was never the intention.
matt on the other hand knew from the start. they way she showed no deeper interest made him hesitant. he loved her personality and how she was introverted. it was easy to talk to her. once she announced her new relationship, his heart stung knowing heâd lost his opportunity.
she pulled back first. he thought heâd fucked up.
âiâm- im so sorry, y/n..â she was still in his embrace, not tense but comfortable and safe. he was confused.
âitâs okay. goodnight mattâ she smiled and nestled into his chest.
he knew he wasnât gonna get any ounce of sleep after that.
âchris! go get some napkin, i am not cleaning this up!â nicks voice was loud enough to wake matt up after hazily falling asleep a few hours later.
he had forgotten for not much longer about what had happened when he realized y/n wasnât in his bed. he checked his phone on his nightstand seeing it was noon.
âwhereâs y/n?â he made his way to the kitchen where nick sat on his laptop while chris was soaking up an orange liquid off the counter with paper towels, seemingly close to nicks workspace.
âgoodmorning to you too, matt!â chris mocked.
âshe left early this morning. went to breakfast with kian to make up for yesterday or something. she didnât tell you?â nick spoke not looking up from his screen.
matt leaned his body over the counter, âno- she slept in my room last night, since you were sleeping.â he felt a hot flash in his body remembering the moment before you fell asleep.
nick finally looked matt in the eye, âi wasnât sleeping? i waited for her and she never came.â
âwhat? she said your door was locked!â he grew confused. did she lie? no she couldnât have, itâs not like she meant to sleep in his room.
nick stood quiet for a few seconds. his face displaying confusion as if he was trying to solve the hardest equation ever. he grew excited once he figured out the answer.
âoh! i mustâve forgot to unlock it after i changed.â he exclaimed as calmly as he could.
âdude!â
matt thought he was angry for a second. this whole situation couldâve been avoided. was it a good thing? did he ruin everything?
the fall
âhappy birthday dear y/n, happy birthday to you!â
her friends were gathered around the kitchen island of her cozy apartment. kian planned a small surprise get together for her birthday since she was far from her family and would celebrate with them separately.
she thanked the group and blew out the gold number candles as she cheered for herself gaining giggles from around her.
she went about the room, hugging each of her guest and thanking them for being there. once she got to the triplets she embraced them individually as she got to matt and he stopped her.
ây/n, i got you something- i think you should open it right awayâ he held a pink box with a white ribbon. it was oddly shaped and seemed fragile so she had him bring it over to her small brown sofa.
he placed it on the seat before sitting opposite to her to watch her reaction. the other brothers followed along standing over her to see what was inside.
she slowly pulled the ribbon until matt spoke, âi really hope itâs not too much, i just know youâve been wanting one for this longest..â
the flaps lifted on their own as she jumped back, revealing a small gray kitten with green eyes.
her jaw dropped as her eyes began to water with joy. âno- you didnât!â lifting the kitten free from the box. âmatt! youâre unbelievable!â she pushed the container to the rug and moved closer to hug him.
âyouâve been posting a lot about wanting a kitten and i really didnât know what else to get you- oh, and heâs a boy by the way..â he laughed watching her childlike expression.
âkian! come look what matt got me!â she called for her boyfriend who was chatting with some of their mutual friends. he made his way over as she held the kitten up in the air.
mattâs heart sunk slightly as she shared her happiness with kian instead of him.
no one was paying attention to nick and chrisâs shocked reactions.
âaww, how cute.. damn i kinda look like a shitty boyfriend now!â kian joked obviously as she giggled along with him.
âwhatâs wrong?â she looked to the two brothers who were still confused.
âwe had no idea he was getting you that!â chris mentioned as nick agreed.
âhonestly, i didnât want you guys to ruin the surprise with your big mouths!â matt argued playfully.
the night grew old as the guest died down leaving just the triplets and kian in her apartment. it wasnât long until kian bid farewell explaining his early morning work schedule.
she already changed into plaid pajama pants and a white tank sweatshirt as she curled up on the couch petting her new addition.
âstill not over this!â she referred to her present.
matt grinned feeling warm and accomplished knowing he made her happy. he couldnât help but watch as she stroked the bundle of fur, giggling at each movement he made.
each person in the room jumped as a sudden clap of thunder roared. the rain was unexpected and loud enough to tell it was dangerous driving conditions.
âguys, you canât drive in that. itâs storming,â her voice was of concern. âjust wait until it dies down.â
just as she spoke the room became black as everything went silent. the power went out.
âshit! that scared the hell out of me.â nick yelled from his place on the couch.
âdude itâs freezing in here!â chris complained, although he wore the most layers than anyone preset. she had an idea.
âiâll go get us blankets.â standing and turning her phones flashlight on.
âiâll come help you..â a voice behind her spike as she shined the light right into his face making him cover his eyes.
âthanks, matt! chris hold my kitty.â she placed the kitten on his lap with no warning. he giggled at her choice of words as nick scoffed.
âokay, do you think thatâs good enough?â matt was holding atleast 10 blankets in various fabrics and materials.
âdefinitely- why do you even have so many?â matt asked struggling to balance them all.
âiâm just a girl, donât ask me!â she closed the closet door when her flashlight turned off on its own. she stumbled to find her phone before tripping over it on the floor, falling into matt causing him to drop all the blankets. they both landed on the bed not being too far a distance from the closet.
âi- ow, iâm sorry..â she apologized.
a flash of lighting shined into the bedroom window giving them both a view of each others face.
matt felt the familiar feeling in his chest, as well as a new one in his pants. she was lying right on top of him.
this time it was her who initiated it.
leaning in, she pressed a kiss to his lips to see his reaction.
he was taken back but knew what he wanted. he gripped her waist lifting her off of him and placing her fully on the bed. this time he placed his weight over top of her gently and moved his lips onto hers.
the kiss was different this time.
instead of loving and warm, it was lustful and rough.
it didnât stop there, she wrapped her legs around him pulling his hips to hers. she felt his crotch solid against hers as he grinded into her.
they were so hungry for eachother they didnât notice the light pattering of little paws stumble into the room.
continuing to make out, matt tugged on her tank top begging for it to come off. just before she started lifting her arms for him to remove it, larger footsteps entered the dark room along with a hushed voice.
âshadow- come back!â
matt leaped onto his feet after hearing his brothers voice. light beamed into the room as chris walked in flashing his phones light to find the kitten that hopped off his lap to explore his new home.
âthere you are! oh- and there you are tooâ chris aimed the light to his brother and friend who was sitting on her bed. the blankets were scattered on the floor, but it was too dark for chris to realize.
âdid- did you just name my cat?â she asked remembering him calling for shadow.
âi mean.. itâs fitting..â he said picking up the small feline.
âi love that! his name is shadow.â she cheered walking over to pet the kitten as if nothing happened. she didnât want to act suspicious so she quickly changed her demeanor while matt stood frozen in his place unsatisfied.
a buzzing sound took place as the lights began to flicker back on along with the air system.
nick could be heard shouting in relief in the living room. âwell.. i guess thatâs our cue.â chris joked walking out the bedroom after handing y/n her kitten.
she glanced at matt, a soft expression on her face. he was flushed with red cheeks and puffy lips, his hair messy. she decided to walk out the room, leaving the awkward silence as he followed behind her.
âokay, iâll see you boys soon- text me when you get home!â she demanded watching them collect themselves ready to head out.
chris and nick were already out the door just when matt was leaving when she called, âmatt!â he turned with sudden movement, âhm?â he responded.
âum.. thanks.. for shadowâ hesitating at her words.
he nodded. a grin forming on his face as he quickly turned away to leave her apartment.
the following
ding
the chime of her phone was loud and the light lit up the room. she was a light sleeper, but she always made sure her phone ringer was on full volume at night, in case of emergencies.
groaning, she turned on her side. grabbing her phone from her nightstand to check as shadow moved away from her chest to lay down at the foot of the bed, annoyed at the movements she was making.
matty: y/n?
she grew fully conscious seeing a text from him. eyes flickering to the left corner reading 3:15AM.
:yes?
the message bubble popped up almost immediately after being read.
matty: can we talk
she knew this would come eventually. though she wasnât quite sure what part he wanted to discuss. itâs been 3 days since her birthday. 3 days since the incident in her room. the room she was currently in, on the bed she was currently laying on.
:??
matty: about thursday y/n
she sighed.
: matt it was a mistake
matty: in person
matty: can we talk in person
:itâs 3am
matty: iâll come get you
matty: please
matty: i canât sleep
she felt guilty. he couldnât sleep, too busy having her run through his mind. she was tired, but if she didnât settle this now, it would ruin everything.
: alright fine
the time flew by quickly. she found herself in an oversized gray hoodie, waiting for his text. it was long enough to cover her down to her knees, so she didnât bother wearing pants thinking it would be a quick chat in the car.
headlights shined through her window before she received a message telling her matt had arrived.
she grabbed shadow and held him close, his little bell chiming as she bounced with each step down her apartment complex stairs. he was too young to be left alone, and who knows how long this talk would be.
the car door opened as matt nearly broke his neck to see her coming in.
âhey.. itâs cool if we go to my place?â he suggested, reaching over to pet shadow who was on her lap.
she wasnât expecting a trip. nor did she dress for one. but it was a better idea than staying out in a car at 3AM. she nodded.
the drive was silent besides the radio playing lowly.
he let her in. âletâs go to my room- nick and chris are asleep,â whispering as he placed a hand on her back making her shudder.
matt and y/n were sat in the red sheets of his bed. shadow never left her lap, afraid of being in a new house.
ây/n.. i r-â
âit was a mistake, matt.â she assured him sternly. why did she feel like crying? she loved kian. though she was forcing herself to think about him in that moment.
âi donât think it was.. i donât think it was a mistakeâ matt pleaded. his voice was low but his tone made her swallow a her feelings down.
it was quiet.
âi love him-â she chocked.
he shifted closer to her causing shadow to scurry off the bed.
âi.. i know.. but i canât help it y/n, i want you.. crave you.â his tone softened as he cupped her face.
her eyes were glossy staring into his as he brushed his nose against hers wanting more.
she did it again.
it was her who pushed her lips to his. moving slowly with rhythm. now it was different again. this time they both felt careless. kian was far back in her mind, ignoring any thoughts of him.
matt was in a rush. he moved in front of her making her lay back. it was like her birthday all over again. he hovered over her between her legs, not asking this time and pulling her hoodie over her body.
he pulled back a little shocked as he scanned her figure in just a bra and panties. pupils enlarged with lust as he felt himself stiffen in his sweatpants.
she was flustered feeling so exposed to him. tugging at his clothing now, begging for his exposure so she wasnât the only one.
he leaned back and undressed fully.
she was going crazy. he looked down her figure to her clothed heat, glancing back at her glistening eyes as he moved down on the bed. he was positioned between her legs, face above her area.
âcan i..?â he asked, warm breath against her thighs as he gripped them.
âmhmmâ she hummed eagerly.
he buried his head in her legs leaving kisses and bite marks all over. he slid his finger over her panties feeling her folds through the thin material.
he felt his nerves in his stomach, unsure if he really wanted this. he knew he did, but the thought of her ghosting him for kian raced his mind as he sat there hesitantly.
shadows bell snapped him out of his thoughts as he realized where he was. he knew he had to fall through, this was his only chance.
he hooked his fingers onto the waistband of her underwear, sliding it down her legs painfully slow.
placing them next to her, he moved her legs up spreading them wide.
she was sweating from the anticipation when he used two fingers to spread her folds, dragging his tongue from her entrance to her clit.
he sucked on the sensitive spot gaining a moan from the back of her throat.
âshhh, nick and chris are asleep..â he hushed. âyou donât want me to stop, do you?â
her head shook vigorously as she covered her mouth. he dove back in, continuing his previous actions. she whined behind her hand.
he removed a hand from her leg and sucked on his middle and ring finger before sliding them into her hole. he groaned at how tight she felt just on his fingers.
pushing them in, he licked her clit in circles quickly making her arch her back and roll her eyes. helpless to the whimpers that escaped her vocal cords muffled from her hand.
ââs so good, baby- fuckâ he grumbled against her setting her on edge.
her legs trembled and squeezed his head near suffocating him. she grasped the bed sheets tightly and her mouth flew open with no sound coming out.
he shook his head in a fast motion in between her legs helping her ride out her orgasm.
panting and trying to catch her breath when he came back up to hover over her body and kissed her with her own juices all over his face.
she pushed him away, forcing him to lay on his back and climbing over to straddle him. taking hold of his dick and aligning it with her entrance as he watched with his bottom lip between his teeth.
she sunk down with a whine. his eye brows furrowed at the tightness around his member and groaned.
âholy sh-â he could barley get out as she bounced herself on him.
they tried so hard to be quiet during the whole experience but couldnât help letting out a few moans here and there. the bed was creaking with her movements. he felt his core heat up while his dick started to tingle with sensation as he lifted his hips harder into her.
he knew it wouldnât be right to cum inside of her when she was with someone. she wasnât his after all.
but the way he was feeling he couldnât stop.
he threw his head back on his pillows letting out shaky breaths and grunts as he emptied his load into her feeling her clench around him.
she slowed her movements after realizing what heâd done. finally climbing off of him and laying down next to him.
it felt.. weird.
not awkward, but not wrong either. matt slowly got up from the bed and into the connected bathroom. she watched as the light flicked on and the sink ran.
he came back out with a white rag in his hand, âopen,â he demanded getting closer to her legs as she bent her knees to spread them. he cleaned her up as well as himself.
when he went to toss the rag in his sink, he came back out to see her covered in his sheets fast asleep, shadow already curled up by her chest.
he admired how she looked so peaceful even after the unholy events that just took place.
he joined her carefully in bed, exhaustively forcing himself to fall asleep before he regretted what happened.
âyo, matt have you-â the door to mattâs room busted open as the pair in bed jumped out of their sleep snapping to the commotion. sunlight took over as they realized it was the next day. ây/n?â
chris was stood in the door frame. luckily she was fully covered by the blanket for him to see she was only in her under garments and gain suspicion.
âbro- what! what do you need?!â mattâs voice was mixed with annoyance and fear, a little embarrassed that chris came in the room.
âi was looking for my blue hoodie, but whatâs up, y/n?â he seemed concerned at the fact she stayed the night, something she would do with nick when she was going through something.
âyea- i, um-â
âitâs behind the door man- her air wasnât working in her apartment so i brought her over last night without waking you or nickâ matt made up a story shooing chris away.
âohhh- shadow!â he spotted the gray kitten who was now on the floor after hiding when chris scared them.
âdude- go!â matt shouted, still tired in his voice.
chris scoffed leaving the room when he took his hoodie from the rack behind the door, slamming it shut. he was definitely going to nicks room to tell him y/n was there.
the pair looked to eachother. she looked away to find her phone on the nightstand checking to see the time was past noon.
âshit! i have to go..â she almost tripped over her own feet trying to find her clothes not remembering she showed up in just a hoodie.
âwait- let me give you a ride,â matt insisted.
âitâs fine, um.. kians picking me up..â she tried to whisper but it was loud and clear.
mattâs heart sunk. he didnât know why, he shouldâve expected her to go back to him after this but he wanted so badly for her to just forget him and stay.
he didnât say anything while she gathered shadow and gave matt a quick hug, something she always did before she left their home, and walked out.
itâs been 6 days. no texts. no calls. not even a post on social media.
he hadnât heard from her at all. he didnât wanna intrude either. his heart kept telling him to call her, call her and tell her to just love him, not kian.
but he knew better.
or did he? because he found himself driving to her apartment.
the whole ride he wanted to throw up. he was so nervous and didnât know why. he pulled up to her complex, seeing the parking spaces in front of her building were empty besides her car that he recognized. it was still early afternoon and people were at work. but there was on car. he payed no mind to it, pulling into the spot next to hers.
he sat in the car a few minutes to collect himself.
mentally hyping himself up and making his way to the door, he pressed the buzzer.
nothing.
he tried again, sure he had the right one.
finally hearing the clicks of the lock, the door slowly creaked open revealing her face.
âoh.. whatâs wrong?â her voice was a bit hoarse yet filled with confusion.
âi-i missed you..â
she leaned against the wall, her body came into frame enough for him to see she was wrapped in a blanket. clear that nothing was underneath.
âmatt, iâm a little busy-â
âwho is it, babe?â a voice echoed in her apartment.
matt wanted to break down when he recognized the voice. it made sense now. the other car was kians.
âyou should go..â she whispered. he peered over her head seeing shadow stop in his tracks while walking through the living room and stare at him.
matt nodded. he felt crushed and defeated.
maybe he should just let go.
the finale
âhello?â matt answered a facetime call from his brother.
âheyyy, you good?â chris asked.
him and nick went to a party while matt stayed home.
âyeah iâm fineâ he had a little attitude in his voice.
he had a rough week. after he left y/ns apartment, he cried in his room. he couldnât hold it in anymore. he hated how she loved kian and not him. he wished he wasnât too late. he wished he told her how he felt before she got with him. then fucking her just made him more attached.
âmatt?â nick said through the phone, music blared loudly in the background. he snapped out of it.
âwhat?â
âi asked if you wanted us to bring you fo- oh look who it is!â nick was interrupted, seen hugging someone in frame. a small girl. oh great it was her.
he wanted to just hang up until chris pointed the phone at her. she turned to see matt on the screen.
she almost punched chris in the arm. she felt disgusting. she knew what she did and she knew it was wrong. she couldnât stand to see him and it wasnât his fault.
âhi, matt..â she tried to sound as polite at she could but it came out a bit shallow.
all he did was nod his head in return. seeing she went off with nick, he told chris he was going to sleep and to not bother him before hanging up.
âgirl- be quiet, i think matt is sleeping,â nick whisper-yelled. matt could hear him from his room. he ignored it knowing he would probably bring a friend home from the party. he went to back to sleep.
he woke up again. this time feeling hungry.
he didnât bother checking the time, it was still dark out. he made his way down the hall until he bumped into something hard, jumping when he realized it was a person.
âow- sorry,â he heard a girly voice from the darkness. a sudden light beamed as she turned on her phone flashlight. it was y/n.
he almost gasped in her face. her eyes went wide.
âiâm sorry, i was just going to pee..â she explained. still standing in front of him.
neither of them moved, just staring at eachother.
he couldnât take it anymore. he grabbed her waist and pressed her against the wall of the hallway, kissing her passionately.
her arms wrapped around his neck.
why did she keep doing this..
matt dragged her by her hips to his room, pushing her to the bed as he shut the door. she tossed her phone somewhere on the bed, he was already in just his underwear from when he went to sleep so he forcefully removed the shirt she had on that belonged to nick.
he was on top of her now, sucking on her neck sure to leave marks. he was fed up with the games she would play.
this time he didnât care, he was rough and demanding. âturn around, ass upâ
she waited as she contemplated her movements. not for long when he raised his voice, ânow!â
she jumped, getting into the position where her bare chest was squished into the mattress. she could feel his fingers roam her area until he pushed two digits into her hole making her gasp.
he smacked her ass while he fingered her, the slippery sounds as she clenched around them. he pulled his hand away and used her juices to coat his dick as a lubricant. he pumped a few times grunting at the wet feeling.
she sat in anticipation until feeling his tip finding its way to her entrance, he slowly pushed in once found.
âmatt- please!â she moaned into the sheets.
he smirked and slammed fully into her gaining a moan from both their mouths. the feeling of him in her lower abdomen had her nearly screaming, if it wasnât for nick and chris being home.
the sound of wet skin slapping against eachother filled the room as matt thrusted into her from the back at a fast pace.
suddenly the sounds of a electric tune caused them both to flinch while her phone lit up indicating a call. she wanted to just ignore it. matt leaned over her body to see who it was as his breath hitched in his throat nearly making him choke on his own saliva.
he seen a photo of y/n and kian cuddled up on the screen along with his name flashing with a heart emoji next to it.
âpick it up.â he demanded. was he insane? maybe just a little. feeling euphoric in the moment he didnât care if kian found out, he kinda wanted him to.
she ignored him and pushed her hips backward trying to get him to continue but he pulled out fully.
she reached for her phone sliding the call button over.
âhello..â she whispered.
kians voice could be heard over the silent room. âhey- you alright? why do you sound like that?â
matt didnât know if he was pissed or jealous. probably both as he decided to push back into her while she was on the phone.
she held her breath, âi- iâm just tired-â she let out while matt was pounding into her. she clicked the mute button on the call.
âoh, how was the party? youâre at the triplets house i seeâ kian noted as he checked her shared location before calling. he just wanted to check on her and make sure everything was good. nothing was wrong about that but what was wrong is she was being unfaithful on the other line. even worse, she enjoyed it.
clicking to unmute, âmm- it was good- it was good i had fun and yea- iâm here,â she drew out trying not to sound too wasted in matt.
she felt her core growing tighter with each blow knowing she was close. she hit mute before his next line.
matt grew impatient, gripping her ass intensely digging his nails in making her whimper, âtell him, y/nâ
something about his words made her feral, her eyes rolling back.
âthatâs good. iâm glad you have such good friends thatâll take care of you,â kian spoke. oh they took care of her thatâs for sure.
âtell himâ matt repeated in a more demanding tone, âtell him how good i make you feelâ
still thrusting into her, she couldnât take it much longer feeling the knot about to snap inside of her.
âyou there?â kian asked with a yawn.
she unmuted finally, âyes! yes- iâm sorry- iâm so- so tiredâ stuttering while holding back moans.
âalright iâll let you go, i love youâ
she almost didnât make her words out in time, âi love you tooâ hanging up immediately as her orgasm washed over, making her moan loudly and tremble beneath his touch.
he did the same, pulling out right before his load spurted out on her back and ass, dripping down her legs. they both were panting and sweating.
neither of them moved.
âiâm sorry..â her voice cracked with each syllable, âbut i canât..â
this took me way too long to write bc i kept putting it off LMAO
to be continued..
sequel
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⢠summary: just like everyone else, sometimes megumi just wants his mom.
⢠tags: mentions of the death of a pet, implied satoru x reader
⢠a/n: my friend has psychoanalyzed me with a diagnosis of mommy issues and i have always denied them. then i caught myself reflecting on what type of fanfics i write. especially this one.
Ever since Megumi had started school in Tokyo, he was barely home. Of course, he comes home every now and then, and living within the school's dormitories is part of the high school experience- hell, even you stayed in the school when you were a student- but the house is quiet without him, too quiet, which is probably why he does not go home as often as you'd like- that, among other things.
Everyone in your household knew that Tsumiki was what made your house into a home. Your girl always greeted you with a smile and volunteered to make hot meals for the family when you and Satoru didn't feel like cooking. She was warmth, she was energy, she was life. Until she wasn't.
The house became cold without its fire. You couldn't blame Megumi for wanting an escape from the halls that still echo her memory. Which was why you were surprised to see him sitting on the couch with his arms resting on his thighs, hands buried in his face.
"Megumi?" You call. "I didn't hear you come in."
His head lifts up and looks at you. "Liar," he accuses. "You can sense my cursed energy miles away. You knew I was coming home as soon as you felt it ."
His words were harsh but his tone was not off of his usual deadpan manner of speaking. You can't help but smile. He is still the same child who refused to sleep unless he clung to his divine dogs, Tsumiki, you, or Satoru (reluctantly, of course) in some way. He claimed it was for "warmth."
But he knows you as much as you know him. As he made his way to the house, you noticed something- his cursed energy was off. It was more powerful than usual. Of course, it could be a good thing- perhaps he was doing really well in school, but his downcast eyes and even broodier vibe are telling you otherwise. "What's wrong?"
Megumi leans back on the couch, sighs, and contemplates. He stares at your wall that is decorated with framed pictures and pictures you memories from his childhood. You've even framed pictures of his drawings- usually doodles of his shikigami.
He stands abruptly. "Never mind," he dismisses. "I don't wanna- I don't want to talk about it. It's childish and stupid-"
"Stupid enough to make you retreat back home?" You ask. You watch as your question sinks in through Megumi. Slowly, he sits back down. You sit on the other end of the couch.
"What's wrong, 'Gumi?" You ask again. "Tell me." I can fix it. Whatever it is, if I can fix it, I will shouts your inner thoughts.
"I lost one of them," Megumi whispers.
âOh, Megumi, I-â you say, racking your brain for something to say. Deaths in the jujutsu world is so common that when youâre within the industry for too long you get used to it. âLosing a colleague- this wonât be the first time, baby. Nor will it be the last.â
âNo,â Megumi groans out frustrated. There are tears streaming down his cheeks that he angrily wipes away. âMy dogs. I lost one. I- Yuki died.â
Your heart breaks at Megumiâs childhood name for his white demon dog. ââGumi, Iâm so sorry-â
You move to his side of the couch, wide arms open. Megumi falls in, just like he did when he was small. Megumi feels himself melt in your hold, his walls and defenses crumbling away like ash.
Megumi refuses to cry at all times but when you have his arms wrapped around him he finds himself not caring at all. It was like his heart recognized you too.
He buries his head in the crook of your neck and you pretend not to feel his tears.
You hold him until he lets you. Megumi is the one to pull away, and you never do. This boy js fickle with touch, and you always leave the duration of your hugs to his discretion.
You cup his face in your hands, thumbs swiping away the tear tracks. Youâve never seen Megumi this heartbroken before.
âI told him to scout the area and I just left him for a second- and he-â Megumi hiccups. âHis head was on the wall. The curse threw his head so hard it made the pavement crack.â
You do not pretend to know his pain for you will never feel it. Megumiâs divine dogs were his first achievement. He smiled the first time he summoned them, even as Satoru threw him in the air in joy. Those dogs would trail after him in the house, obeying his command. You would turn a blind eye to the spare pieces of meat Megumi throws under the table just so they could taste cooked beef.
Megumi would refuse to let them go even when he slept, and was upset that they would disappear when he rested or lowered his guard. As a present, Satoru gifted him customized stuffed animals of the dogs that he never slept without. You were sure he packed those toys with him in the dorm.
When Tsumiki volunteers to run errands, Megumi would summon a dog and follow her. Just in case. They both always came back safe.
âHe just did what I commanded, he was good, he was a good boy.â Megumi said, in a quieter voice.
âThe best,â you agreed. âBut didnât Yuki merge with the other one? Isnât that how your technique works when one of them dies?â
âItâs stupid-â A glare from you was all it took. âItâs not the same,â he admits. âI just want my dogs back.â
You give him a sad smile. You pull him close for another hug, and he melts in your arms once again but this time, he does not pull away. You hold him until his tears have dried, until his breaths slowed down, and until his eyes closed for a well deserved rest.
extra note: yuki apparently means snow in japanese. get it? snow=white demon dog (im not creative at all yall)
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⢠Husband!mingyu x wife!reader
Mingyu know for one fact, he would do whatever he could to guide you and his daughter to the path of joy.
He wanted to give you the whole world if he could.
So when he happen to talk to an old friend of his during high school at an event. Most of the questions caught him off guard- yet, put him in a confused position.
âItâs been a long time since Iâve last seen you Mingyu! I never knew I could see you at an event like this in the future!â Hyunwoo chimed, extending a hand for Mingyu to take. To which he did.
âI didnât know I could see you at a place like this as well. Heard you were settling in France, howâs life there?â Mingyu asked.
Hyunwoo smiled from ear to ear when Mingyu mentioned about his current home. âItâs been wonderful. In fact, I flew to Korea with my girlfriend. She should be here somewhere. I was hoping you two would get to know each other. â Hyunwoo said, lightly placing his hand on his friendâs shoulder.
Mingyu didnât really know much about Hyunwoo. Perhaps itâs been years since he last talk to his friends, he didnât bother to dig much information about Hyunwoo.
Back then Hyunwoo was amongst the richest kid in school. Everyone seemed to know his father as the CEO of a famous company. Other than that, how he and Hyunwoo had become acquaintance seems to be blurry in his mind.
A few minutes have passed with catching up, Mingyu came across a blonde haired girl in red who interrupted the conversation between him and Hyunwoo.
âOh Jung eun! This is Mingyu, Mingyu this is my girlfriend Jung eun. Babe, can you believe it? The last time we met was back in high school!â Hyunwoo laughed, snaking his arms around his girlfriendâs waist when she got closer.
âNice to meet you Mingyu, I heard a lot about you just now from my friends. You mustâve been an amazing person to everyone.â Jung eun complimented, Mingyu on the other hand could only force a smile.
It was different from what Mingyu had expected. He remember Hyunwoo dating a girl named Areum but it didnât last long before they broke up on their 2 months anniversary.
And he couldnât keep track of who Hyunwoo dated because really⌠there was just too much.
There was a moment of pause, as if he was running out of ideas to continue the conversation.
Until Jung eun asked.
âSo⌠how about you?â
âPardon?â
âDo you have a girlfriend?
He didnât intend to laugh but he didnât expect her to ask such things.
Hyunwoo eyes lingered towards the metal ring wrapped around Mingyuâs ring finger. It was a simple white gold band. How come he didnât know Mingyu was married.
Hyunwoo looked surprised. And he spoke faster before Mingyu could answer.
âYou didnât tell me you got married recently. I thought you would at least have a girlfriend by now? You shouldâve invited me, I wouldâve love to see whoâs the lucky girl.â
Mingyu smiled, shaking his head in denial. âActually I got married before graduation.â He confessed, making Hyunwoo more confuse.
Hyunwoo thought Mingyu was joking. There was no possible way.
âBut you were in a such tough position⌠How- itâs impossible. You know you can just tell me you got married recently, itâs not something to be ashamed about. Since- you did grew up with nothing.â He nervously laughed, trying to cover the shock impression. But when Mingyu didnât seem to be kidding, he grew more furious. âYou were going through a financial crisis even when you were in school. You were the quiet kid back then.â
âI didnât know there were girls who were interested in you. Until now?â
To Mingyu, of course there was.
He wouldnât think he would reach this far if it werenât for someoneâs support.
*
Mingyu didnât have a lot back then like he has now.
A week before graduation, the both of you got married at a church near your hometown. Wearing a $20 cheap silver band as the rings. Although he had warned you many times that you shouldnât be expecting too much from him, you were unbothered by his warnings.
You two were just two fresh young adults, living in a rented single room while Mingyu balanced his work and study life. He would work 4 different jobs while attending university. Same goes to you except he didnât allow you to work like him.
It was the time where you and Mingyu would prepare budgeted meals together. Talking about what you two would want in the future.
A house.
Maybe kids.
Even a vehicle was something you two couldnât afford to own.
âI have something for you love.â Mingyu said while you two were on your way back home. Both of you shared an umbrella (he was lucky enough to bring one when he went to fetch you) so there was such limited space for you both to not get wet.
A slight confusion planted on your face when he took out a snack from his backpack
It wasnât much but it was something that could lit you up after a long day.
Pepero.
But back then it was considered expensive so you and Mingyu tried to avoid buying it and bought a cheaper version. Nonetheless, you wouldnât know the real taste of pepero anyways.
âGyu but I thought-â your words were cut when he pecked you on the lips, his hand intertwined with yours.
âItâs yours. Take it okay?â He smiled.
âBut will you share it with me?â You cautiously ask.
A chuckle left his lips.
âIf you want to, then yes love.â
*
âSorry, am I interrupting?â
The three heads turned their heads towards you, the corner of Mingyuâs lips formed upwards. Taking your free hand and bring it up to plant a kiss on your ring before taking Minji from your hold.
Mingyu shakes his head no. âYouâre not, I was just talking to an old acquaintance. From our high school actually, if you remember.â
Judging by Hyunwooâs expression, he feel like his head could burst from the amount of questions heâs been holding to ask.
You?
The girl who he had been taken an interest since your sophomore year.
Turns out to be a mother and Mingyuâs wife.
But you had gotten more prettier. More mature looking and not just some girl who would open her locker to find dozens of gifts and letters from boys like him.
He was too lost to even speak his mind.
âHello y/n itâs been a long time since we saw each other.â He extended a hand but you politely bowed as an exchange. âDo you remember me? Hyunwoo?â
And it took you a while to answer because you kept looking at Mingyu.
And he didnât expect the answer either.
âIâm sorry. I donât think I doâŚâ you replied and the pure disappointment just flushed over his eyes. Silence filled in the gaps. âI know itâs terrible of me but I believe itâs been 8 years ago? Were you someone important?â
âNot at all! Like your husband said, we were just acquaintance,â he said with a forced smile.
And before it started to get awkward, Jung eun quickly changed the topic.
âWell! It was nice to see you two. If you were ever to plan on traveling to France, we should see each other there.â
Hyunwoo coughed. âWe also have to go now. Or else we might be late for our flight.â He kept his tone cool, before politely excusing himself and Jung eun.
You give it a few minutes when the couple left before turning over to a furious Mingyu with an eyebrow raised. Minji in his grip was playing with the two rings on his finger. You were holding in your laughters, it was possibly hard to breathe anymore.
âCut the acting sweetheart, youâre terrible lying in front of me.â Mingyu stiffled a laugh when you let out the biggest exhale.
âThere was no such thing as acting.â
âmama lie.â Minji murmured before rubbing her face in Mingyuâs neck.
âEven our daughter said so.â He grinned and you playfully rolled your eyes. âBut why didnât you admit it? Hyunwoo was hoping you would remember him.â
Mingyu was a nice person. You remembered back then when Hyunwoo looked down on Mingyu for being financially broke. He didnât treat Mingyu like today.
You despise him more than anything.
âBecause he used to be mean. Even if itâs not to me, he was mean to someone I love.â
You watched his eyes softens, his expressions turn into somewhat concern. It was something he didnât want you to remember nor reminisce. It was something that he wanted to keep it away forever.
âHey, I thought we agreed to move on sunshine?â
âWe did.â You replied, watching his free hand tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. âBut then I saw you talking to him today and I remember all the mean things he said about you. How you were just some kid working a part time job to earn a living and you wouldnât survive the outside world.â
And everything is true, Mingyu canât find a single false in your words.
He wasnât someone popular to begin with. Neither he has any knowledge on business. He was never trained to do those things.
Seeing Hyunwoo today took a big toll on you.
âBut I just need you here beside me y/n. If you didnât then maybe Iâm nothing according to him.â Mingyu alleged. âWe still have to be nice about it hm? Iâm sure my princesses are such sweet girls.â
He got closer, planting a kiss on your cheekbone. Minji on the other hand was trying to adapt what was going on.
âDaddy, mama sad?â Minji asks, looking at you.
Mingyu put on a soft smile, planting a kiss on her temple.
âMama is just a little tired. But sheâs okay.â Mingyu assured.
âUh oh, mama have to sleep!â
âNot a bad idea, maybe we should all go home and cuddle together in bed. How does that sound?â Mingyu suggested and Minjiâs eyes lit up from the idea. âShould we ask mama if sheâs okay with leaving early?â
The toddler turns to you, gripping onto your arm to get your attention. The satisfaction in her eyes when you said yes was heartwarming.
Mingyuâs gazed burnt your skin, as your eyes met with his, it was like he was asking if you were okay.
âDonât worry anymore okay?â
Your lips formed into a thin line. Nodding.
âI love you.â
âI love you much more than you could possibly imagine sunshine.â
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Stolen Kisses | Lee Taeyong
Summary:Â Sneaking off to have sex is tough with a kid in the house.
Genre: Husband!Taeyong, domestic AU, fluff
Word Count: 0.7k
âYeah, baby, just like that.âÂ
Taeyongâs breaths were hot against your ear.
With a pre-schooler in the house, you didnât have a lot of time to be intimate. Whenever you had the chance, you were on each other like teenagers.
He was lying on top of you, arms either side of your head, biceps bulging with the effort.Â
You were lying beneath him, stark naked. Only a thin sheet covered you both.Â
You secretly loved sneaking around with Taeyong. It made you feel alive.Â
His hips were rocking against yours at a sinful pace. You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning.Â
It was crazy to have sex at 5pm, when your daughter was down for her nap â but after Taeyong spent the whole of lunch with his eyes gazing suggestively into yours, winking whenever your daughter wasnât looking, you couldnât resist.
Taeyong looked at you like he was a starving man, and your body was the only food.
You turned your head to the side. Thatâs when you noticed two wide brown eyes staring at you from the dark.Â
You yelped.Â
Taeyongâs body stiffened. He lifted his head and followed your gaze. When he saw what you were looking at, he swore.Â
It was Yumi, your four-year-old daughter. Her purple tie dye pyjamas were crumpled, her face was puffy with sleep, and her black hair was a birdâs nest.Â
âMommy, daddy, what are you doing?âÂ
You froze. This was your worst nightmare - worse than when you walked out with your school skirt tucked into your panties, with the entire high school sniggering at your exposed butt.Â
Taeyong smoothly got up from the bed and wrapped the sheet around his lower half. He pulled the duvet over your naked chest.Â
Normally, you were calm in a crisis, and Taeyong was the flustered one, but today, it seemed you had switched.Â
Taeyong smiled in a way a schoolteacher might. âDaddy and mummy are having some grown up time. Go to your room sweetie, weâll be there in a minute.â
The little girl looked at Taeyong, and then at you. Then, she shrugged her shoulders, said âokayâ, and padded away.Â
You didnât realise that youâd been holding your breath this entire time.Â
You exhaled, feeling dizzy. âHoly shit. Do you think she⌠saw anything?âÂ
Taeyong smiled softly. âSheâs four. Even if she saw something, sheâs not going to know what it means.â
You watched him as he put on his grey sweatpants. You admired his lean yet muscular form, and the many small tattoos that graced his skin. You thought about how much you wanted to kiss them, but then your daughterâs face flashed into your mindâs eye, and you grimaced.Â
âHow are you so calm about this?âÂ
Taeyong smiled wistfully, eyes staring off into the distance. âThis happened to me once before.âÂ
You frowned. âWhen?âÂ
Taeyong pulled his hand through his silky hair. âUm⌠my exâs kid once walked in on us, you know⌠doing it⌠on the couch. So I know exactly what to say â itâs a grown-up hug, privacy is important, itâs not your fault, blah blah blah.â
You scowled. You knew Taeyong had had lovers before you, but you didnât like to be reminded of it. Â
Taeyong grinned and stroked your arm reassuringly. It was like he could read your mind. He always knew when you were jealous.Â
âCome on, momma.â He purred. âLetâs go and reassure our girl, then we can finish what we started.âÂ
You bit your lip. Taeyong was a hard man to resist.
---Â
After twenty minutes of comforting your daughter, she finally went to sleep.Â
You and Taeyong went back to your bedroom, hand in hand. Â
You groaned and leaned your head against his sculpted shoulder. âThat was so embarrassing. We are never having sex again, like ever.âÂ
Taeyong chuckled, deep and manly. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and placed long, opened mouthed kisses on your skin that made your entire body buzz.Â
âIâm sure I can convince you.âÂ
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Loosely based on a real thing that happened to me a few weeks ago
You sighed as you walked into the building for the hero license classes, bag slung over youâre shoulder, your hero costume and gear stuffed inside.
You had missed the hero license exam due to being sick day-of, but you didnât mind taking the lessons. Apparently another girlâCamie is what Izuku had told youâwas in a similar boat. She hadnât actually been at the exam, but a villain dressed as her had. Point was, you both missed it and now you were going to the lessons.
As you walked in, you saw the familiar spiky blonde locks of your boyfriend Katsuki coming out of the guyâs changing room. When he noticed you, you gave him a small wave and he gave you an extremely subtle smirk before walking off. You rolled your eyes with a smile of youâre own before dipping into the girls locker rooms.
As you started to change, youâre heard a few other girls in the other room of the changing rooms giggling over something. At first you ignored itâprobably boy talk or somethingâbut then you heard your schoolâs name.
âLetâs find who all from UA is here!â One of the girls said in an obnoxiously high pitched voice, holding up her phone. On it were the list of people taking the lessons.
âImagineâUA must be losing its touch if it had people coming here! Some âtop hero school in Japanâ!â Another one said, giggling as well. You heard them go through the names of your classmatesâKatsuki, Todorokiâbefore they got to you. You already knew this could go two ways; really well or really badly.
âEwww, thatâs [Name]?â On of the other girls said, pointing at the phone screen. âI thought Shindo said she was hot.â
âSheâs not even pretty.â The high pitched girl said with a snarky chuckle, her eyes glinting. âI meanâŚI knew she couldnât be all that but I didnât think she was ugly.â
Thatâs when you felt a pit in your stomach. Youâd been told you werenât pretty before. Youâd been told you werenât hot. But never, ever, had you been called ugly. And the feeling that coursed through your body was equally as ugly. You blinked a few times before slipping out, now in your costume.
You spent the entirety of the lessons that day trying not to burst into tearsâthough it was hard. Tears never fell from youâre eyes, but they had certainly welled up in them, blocking youâre vision, making youâre eyes red, being generally obvious something was wrong. You got looks through the class but no one said anything. You couldnât blame them. Eventually, towards the end of the day, you had managed to numb your emotions.
It wasnât until you were walking home that said numbness finally broke, and with it you broke into tears. First a few sniffles, then the waterworks. You walked home in the glowing orange light of the sunset, wiping your eyes and the tears off your skin.
You hadnât even noticed the footsteps running up behind you until the person they belonged too practically barreled into your back. You let out an âoomphâ as strong arms wrapped around you, holding you close as the person buried their face into your hair.
âFuckinâ dumbass.â The all too familiar voice of your boyfriend was heard, muffled from speaking into your hair. You turned around with a shocked sniffle, surprised. What was with the sudden, out of character hug attack?
âKatsuki?â
âI could see you holding back all day. We werenât even learning anything that bad today, you shoulda went to the bathroom and had a good cry.â You looked at him and he lifted his head to look back up at you, resting his chin on your shoulder. His arm stayed wrapped around your lower torso, pulling you closer against his chest with a squeeze.
âOh gods, you saw that?â
âItâs hard not to when you donât even look in my direction for the whole few hours in there. Youâre usually always glancinâ my way.â
âWell I didnât want you to see me being all pathetic ân shit.â
He pulled back and stood straight up, his eyebrows knitting together in disturbed confusion. âPathetic?â He repeated, a hint of disappointment in his tone. Disappointed you thought being vulnerable was weak. âI donât know why you were upset, but I guarantee it was for a valid reasonâand that makes you anything but pathetic. It makes you human.â
You gave him a stiff smile and started walking again, now with the blonde walking next to you. After a few moment of silence, he asked; âWhy were you so upset? I mean, you donât need to tell me or anything, I justâI wanna know if I can help.â
After a long, quiet moment, you responded with a sigh. âI got called ugly today.â You mumbled, eyes glued to the sidewalk. His head whipped around to look at you but you continued just as he opened his mouth to speak. âI know, itâs a stupid reason to be upset. I mean, people get called ugly all the time. I justâŚâ You held the strap of yours bag tighter, biting your bottom lip as the tears started to well up again. âI just ya knowâŚfinally started feeling pretty anâ stuff, anââŚI meanâŚ.I just wish other people thought I was pretty too, ya know?â
You continued to mumbled, getting quieter as sobs threatened to spill from your lips. With a concerned expression, he pulled you close, hugging you again, this time from the front. You covered your hands as he leaned your head against his chest, once again letting yourself cry. âWhoever said that doesnât know shit. Youâre the goddamn prettiest person I know. And thatâs saying something, Iâve seen the models my parents have over for shoots.â
âYeah, but youâre biased.â You mumbled and he held you tighter, letting out a scoff. Not a sharp one though, more like a scoff of sadness.
âMe? Biased? Even if that were so, we both know Iâm brutally honest. If you werenât goddamn stunning, I wouldnât tell you that you were.â
After a few more minutes of letting it all out, he stayed over at yours dorm to binge watch your current favorite showâno matter how much he hated it. He evenâbegrudginglyâstayed up past 8:30 to cuddle with you, giving you kisses here and then.
As you two stayed all snuggled up, you started to feel tired. Resting your head against his chest, you closed your eyes with a smile. âThanks Katsuki.â
âFor what?â
ââŚearlier.â
ââŚYouâre welcome dumbass.â
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To any of you out there whoâve ever been told youâre ugly, not pretty, not attractive, not handsome, not cute, etcâdonât believe them.
On October 1st, four days ago, our population was counted to roughly 8,179,451,535 people. That means, one, or maybe two, or maybe four people called you ugly. Four out of 8,179,451,535 people.
And I guarantee, what one person hates, multiple people love. To one person you may not be attractive. But to another, youâre going to be the most attractive person theyâve ever seen, a sight for sore eyes. And the people who insulted you? Theyâre the real ugly ones. On the inside. And probably on the outside someday too.
Youâre amazing. And donât let anyone tell you otherwise â¤ď¸
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color up my skies â bob floyd x fem!reader
Bob Floyd is always beautiful. But thereâs something about the way the sunset makes his skin glow and the way that Montana drawl makes your toes curl that means you need to have him ⌠even if youâre on the side of the road.
a/n: finally my entry for IBFFM is complete! This is the first fic I have actually written in months and it feels fitting that it would be for Bob, who stole my heart and introduced me to the TGM fandom. I love it here, yâall. I hope you enjoy my offering.
warnings: smut (18+ only) oral (m receiving), fingering, grinding, unprotected piv (in my mind sheâs on bc), praise and breeding kink if you squint, truck sex so kind of public?
tagging @attapullman as a thank you for founding the hottest holiday ever đ and a h/t to @withahappyrefrain whose post about bob babbling when he gets close rewired something in my brain
Bob Floyd was always beautiful.
You could list a million instances when you felt stunned by him â when he was bobbing his head along to the music at the Hard Deck, observing his fellow Daggers; rumpled and bleary-eyed in the morning, waiting for his ancient coffee maker to hurry up; standing on your front porch and staring at you in awe, despite the fact that youâve been together for over a year; flushed and panting with fogged up glasses as he lifts his head up from between your thighs â and still think of more.
But right now, with the pink and orange rays of the fading sunlight illuminating his beautiful cheekbones, the wind ruffling the longer bits of hair that peek out from his beat-up ball cap and those beautiful dimples peeking out, Bob Floyd is downright breathtaking.
âPenny for your thoughts?â the WSO asks, taking a sip from the bottle of soda in his hand. He grins softly as he looks over at you, reclined back on your elbows in the bed of his beloved truck. âYouâve been quiet for a while over there.â
You bite your lip, face heating up a bit as you confess, âYouâre just so gorgeous, Bobby.â The tips of his ears turn pink at the praise and he takes his cap off and runs his fingers through his hair before replacing it.
âI was just thinking the same thing about you, darlinâ,â he drawls, his accent stronger than ever thanks to the week you two have spent back in his home town.
You had been a little nervous when Bob asked you to come with him on a trip back to Montana after the birth of his nephew. Meeting each othersâ parents during their brief trips to San Diego was one thing, but spending two and a half weeks in his childhood home? There were so many ways that could test your relationship.
But eight days into your trip, you were getting to know a whole different side of your beautiful Bob.
âI mean it. Montana looks good on you,â you tell him, reaching out to caress his face with your hand. âI like this whole âcountry boyâ vibe you have going on.â
Bob chuckles, warm and deep, as he gently turns his cheek into your palm. Your thumb gently rubs over one of his dimples, a sign that heâs relaxed and happy. âIf I had known that taking you to watch the sunset in my truck would earn me all of these compliments, I woulda done it a lot sooner,â he murmurs.
âGuess you shouldâve. Maybe you could have wooed me properly.â
Youâre teasing of course; Bob is a complete romantic, surprising you with flowers and picnics on the beach and candlelit dinners at home. âWas this how you impressed all the girls in high school? Youâd take them for a ride in your truck?â
He wraps his fingers around your wrist and kisses your knuckles before gently entwining your hands together and lowering them to his lap.
âI think youâre overestimating how many girls were interested in me back then,â Bob laughs. You roll your eyes â youâve seen pictures of your boyfriend in high school, all gangly limbs and round glasses, and you can imagine falling for him back then too. ââSides, they all grew up here too. These big fields arenât all that impressive when you see them every day.â
He leans over and presses one, two kisses to your neck, right above your collar bone. A shiver runs through your body that has nothing to do with the early evening breeze.
âThatâs why I saved it for my favorite city girl,â Bob adds, his lips still pressed against your skin. You can feel the smirk on his mouth and it makes you feel a little dizzy.
Bob loved to make fun of you for being a âcity girl,â joking about how you were lulled to sleep at night by the sound of sirens instead of crickets and laughing at your refusal to learn how to drive until after college. (Okay, but Bobby, you donât need a license when you have public transport!) He secretly loved it, though. It gave him a thrill to think about how your vastly different lives converged the day you met at Paybackâs engagement party.
Bobâs not sure he believes in fate, but heâs endlessly thankful for whatever forces brought you into his life.
You giggle a little as he continues to kiss and nuzzle his face against your quickly warming skin, hand ghosting up his arm to wrap around Bobâs shoulders and pull him impossibly closer. âBobby âŚâ you breathe, feeling his teeth gently nip at your collarbone. âBobby, behave. Weâre out in the open.â
Your handsome Navy man just smiles and proceeds to work on sucking a bruise into your neck that will make it very obvious what the two of you got up to when you return to his parentsâ house.
âBob ââ you start again, giving the hair at the nape of his neck a quick tug to try and catch his attention, but all you get in response is a deep groan pressed into your skin. With a smirk of your own, you slide your free hand onto one of Bobâs denim-clad thighs, before giving his hair another, sharper tug. The WSO freezes in place.
âNow, darlinâ âŚâ he drawls, his voice low and rumbly in a way that shoots directly into your core. Bob lifts his head up slowly, his eyes hooded and his beautiful pink mouth shiny and puffy from exertion. âIf you want me to start behavinâ, youâre gonna need to stop pulling on my hair like that.â
âHow come?â
Bobâs big hands come up to cup your jaw, tilting your head so that your eyes are locked on his. Your chest is heaving as you watch your boyfriendâs eyes darken, that beautiful sky blue turning to a seductive sapphire as his pupils dilate.
âBecause if you keep goinâ, Iâm gonna have no choice but to take you right here,â Bob explains. âAnd I donât know if Iâll be able to take my time with you out here. Make you fall apart the way I like âŚâ
You let out an involuntary whimper at his words, your eyes fluttering closed as a rush of heat floods through you.
âOr is that something you want, huh?â Bob teases, his lips hovering over yours as he pulls you closer.
âPlease, Bobby âŚâ Your voice is breathy, more air than sound as you press your mouth against his. Bobâs thumbs gently caress your cheeks as he kisses you, his tongue sliding against yours as you let out a soft groan. No matter how long itâs been, Bob always kisses you like heâs just gotten back from a months-long deployment and it makes your head swim with delight.
(It also happens to have been a few days since youâve had the chance to properly make out, which does nothing to calm the desire pulsing in your veins.)
âMissed you,â you sigh in between kisses and you feel more than hear Bobâs chuckle.
âCâmere baby,â he mutters, sliding one hand under one of your thighs and tugging, manhandling you to straddle his lap with ease.
You let out a little squeak before settling down, pressing your crotch down to feel where heâs already growing hard in his worn-out jeans. Bob curses lowly and wraps those delicious arms around your waist to pull you closer, his hips pushing up into yours unconsciously as his mouth trails from yours to your neck, down, down until heâs peppering kisses across your chest and the top of your cleavage. You can feel the edges of his signature BCGs dig into your soft flesh as Bob works his mouth along the neckline of your sundress.
âDid I ever tell you how gorgeous you look in this dress?â Bob asks after running his teeth lightly along your dĂŠcolletage. âDrives me crazy when you wear it, just wanna pull it up and bend you over, doesnât matter where we are.â
âBobby!â you gasp, your nails scratching lightly up and down his biceps. Though he was a perfect gentleman on your first few dates â he even waited for you to kiss him first, blushing deeply when you tugged his face towards yours at the end of your third date â it didnât take long for Bob to learn how much you liked it when he voiced all of the dirty thoughts running through his head.
It still takes you by surprise sometimes, the way your mild-mannered boyfriend can get you wet with just a few filthy comments.
And fuck are you already wet, rolling your hips against Bobâs as his talented fingers slide the straps of your dress down your shoulders so he can have better access to your chest. âNeed you, need you so bad,â you keen, arching your back to push your breasts closer to your boyfriendâs mouth. âBobby, please.â
âOkay, okay,â he mutters, pulling back from your chest with a luck of reluctance obvious on his beautiful face. âShhh, itâs okay, baby,â he adds, stilling your hips in his lap. You only realize you let out a whine because of the way heâs rubbing his big hands up and down your sides, trying to soothe you. âJust wanna get you somewhere a little more private. Iâm the only one who gets to see you like this.â
You nod almost frantically, your bottom lip between your teeth to try and hold back your moans. Letting out a deep breath, you slide off Bobâs lap and hop down out of the truck bed, your thighs squeezing together when you watch the way his biceps flex as he lifts the tailgate back into place after following.
He holds his hand out to you and you grab it, practically running around to the front of the truck and yanking the door open. Bob holds back a moment, waiting for you to climb in, but instead, you turn him by his hips and push him back into the cab so that heâs sprawled across the bench seat.
ââM I not moving fast enough for you?â he asks with a laugh, planting one leg on the floor of the car and swinging the other up onto the creaky leather as he slides towards the driverâs side.
In response, you simply grin, before climbing in after him and pulling the door closed behind you.
But instead of laying yourself on top of Bob â which heâs clearly expecting you to do, the way his arms are hanging open to make room for you â you crouch down in the footwell and reach for his belt.
âWait, baby, you donât have to ââ he starts, before cutting himself off with a jolt when you cup his blue through the front of his pants.
âI want to,â you insist, fingers quickly working to open his belt and his jeans. âWant you. Want you so bad, Bobby. Next time weâre not staying at your parentsâ house. I canât go this long without touching you, itâs all I can think about.â
Bob tosses his head back with a moan, his hips lifting up as he helps you tug his pants and boxers down enough to free his hard cock. It slaps up against the bottom of his stomach, flushed and already wet at the tip, twitching slightly when you reach out to wrap your hand around the base. You wait a beat for him to lock eyes with you before you lean in and wrap your mouth around the tip, swirling your tongue around it to gather up the bit of precome pooling there.
âOh, darlinâ,â Bob practically growls, the deep timbre of his voice making you moan as you start to bob your head up and down. âSuch a perfect fuckinâ mouth. Youâre so good to me, baby. So g-good.â
You pull off and give him a long lick from base to tip before attempting to swallow down as much as you can at once. It took a while for you to be able to deep throat Bob like this â heâs so much bigger than anyone youâve ever been with before, thick and long and just slightly curved in a way that makes you feel so deliciously full â but Bob was patient and understanding and now you like to show off for him whenever you can.
You pull off to catch your breath, a thin line of spit connecting your mouth to him, before leaning back in working your mouth down to his base, his public hair tickling your nose. You swallow around him and the feeling of your throat closing around his cock makes Bob jump and swear, a fist coming up to hit the roof. The quick buck of his hips makes you cough and sputter and he lifts your head off of him for a second to check in.
âSorry, sorry. I just wasnât expecting that, felt so damn good I lost my mind for a second,â he rambles, chuckling softly, his thumb rubbing at the corner of your smiling mouth. âYou okay there?â
Instead of replying, you just giggle and nod, nipping at the tip of Bobâs thumb before you get back to what you were doing, sucking and licking at his cock while stroking whatever wasnât in your mouth. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Bobâs stomach flex as he pants and moans above you, words of praise falling from his lips in a dazed ramble.
âSo beautiful, youâre so beautiful like this, my gorgeous girl.â A loud moan interrupts his declarations, those big hands sweeping up to hold your hair back out of your face in a makeshift ponytail as you swallow him down again. âYeahhhhh, just like that baby, good girl. God, youâre so good to me, love it when I can feel myself all the way in your throat, shit.â
You pull off to breathe before swallowing him down again, fingers cupping and caressing his balls as you hold him there, tip brushing against the back of your throat, enjoying the way Bobâs thighs shake and his hands tighten in your hair.
You repeat the action a few more times, tears staring to run down your cheeks before he suddenly tugs your head up and away from his cock.
âDonât wanâ come down your throat, darlinâ, need to come inside you,â he rambles, petting the sides of you head absently, his eyes fixed on your chest as the straps of your dress slide further down and reveal the soft satin of your bra underneath. âPlease, baby, please let me fuck you, gonna fuck you so full ...â
The edge of desperation in Bobâs voice makes you surge up from the floor, climbing into his lap as you kiss him, all tongue and teeth and desire.
âYes, Bobby, yeah,â you say against his mouth, tugging at his white tee shirt until he pulls it up and over his head. The sight of his broad, defined chest makes you rub yourself against him, sticky wet panties brushing against the hot ridge of his hard cock.
As you roll your hips again and again, the lace catches against your clit, making you moan loudly as Bob lifts his hips into yours.
âYouâre so wet, darlin,â I can feel it, I can feel how you soaked right through your panties,â he says, eyes closing briefly at the sensation, before they fly open and he finishes tugging the bodice of your dress down to your waist. He gives your breasts a quick squeeze, letting out a soft grunt before teasing and pinching at your nipples through the thin fabric. âSuch a sweet girl, my good girl, and you get so fuckinâ wet just from sucking my cock.â
âBobby, please, fuck me,â you moan, hips working more frantically against his, chasing your high as he whispers naughty encouragement to you.
âI will, baby, I will,â he promises, voice soothing despite his movements bringing your closer and closer to the edge. He sits up properly in the seat, grabbing you by the hips and moving your body against his. âWanna see you come like this first, watch you fall apart in my lap, love it when you get desperate like this.â
Bob drops one hand to your lap, working it up the skirt of your dress to meet your soaked panties.
With a low curse, he slides his hand into them, pressing his thumb against your clit and rubbing in steady circles while you throw your head back and moan at the feeling of his hands on you.
âFuck, Bob, right t-there, Iâm so close baby,â you babble, hips continuing to swivel as you grind against his hand, his cock, edging further and further to your peak, nails scraping down Bobâs torso. His murmured little âcâmon, come for me,â helps push you over with a shout, your body shaking and trembling in his arms as he works you through your orgasm.
âJuuuust like that, so gorgeous baby, so good for me,â Bob says, his thumb slowing down against your clit as you come down from your high. When your eyes flutter open and you take him in, cheeks flushed and glasses slightly fogged from all of the exertion. He barely gives you a moment to catch your breath before he pulls your panties to the side and begins sliding his cock into you.
You give a shout that turns into a high-pitched whine as you feel the head of him press inside you. âBobby, Bobby, Bobby,â you babble, walls still fluttering a little as you go to slide all the way down his cock, needing him inside you as quickly as possible.
âUh-uh, darlinâ, slow,â he chastises, grabbing your hips to still you about halfway down his cock. âDonât wanna hurt you, just take your time, youâre doing so well for me.â
It feels like time slows down as the two of you work to get every inch of him inside, tiny little movements of your hips helping you to take more and more until your hips meet.
You take a moment to reach behind you and unhook your bra, tossing it to the side before snatching Bobâs hat and doing the same. He doesnât even seem to register your decision to rid him of his hat, already fixated on your bare chest, moving to suck one of your peaked nipples into his mouth with a moan.
âLove these tits, baby,â he mutters against you and you card your fingers through his hair in response. Itâs a little sweaty from hiding under his hat in the heat all day, but you canât get enough of the way Bob groans and whines as you tug at the longer strands and scratch your nails against his scalp. âGotta move, darlinâ, gotta fuck you now.â
âYes, yes,â you say, lifting your hips until just his the tip of his cock is still inside you and sliding back down.
âShit, baby, jusâ like that,â he encourages, words already beginning to slur together as he gets drunk on pleasure. You repeat the motion and he smirks, before tugging one nipple between his teeth to make you keen. âYou wanna show me you know how to ride? Huh? Câmon city girl, ride me.â
Bobâs voice gets a little breathy towards the end of his taunt and your moans get louder as you feel him press against that spongey spot within you on each downstroke.
For a while, the only thing you can hear is the sound of skin slapping together, punctuated by groans and growls and the occasional whine when Bob pinches or tugs at your nipples with his teeth, the tiny spark of pain making the pleasure more delicious. Heâs so tuned into you that he can sense that youâre getting tired almost before you do, wrapping his arms around you and adjusting so that both of his feet are planted against the floor of his truck and he begins thrusting up into you, giving your burning thighs a break.
His hips move quickly, punching little âunhsâ out of you with each thrust, tip bullying your g-spot relentlessly. Your walls begin to tighten and flutter against him and Bob frees a hand to rub two fingers against your clit in a slow, steady motion that contrasts beautifully with the speed of his thrusts.
âOh my gâ fuck, Bob, feels so good. You feel so g-good, love you so much.â Youâre not even aware of what youâre saying, words spilling out of your mouth mindlessly as you let Bob bring you closer and closer to your orgasm. âNeed to come, Bobby, Iâm so close, wanna come for you, please, please,â you beg, peppering kisses all over his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, anywhere your lips can reach.
Bobâs fingers speed up, his mouth dropping open to let out a low groan, his face flushed and eyes glassy.
âYes, good girl, just like that,â he encourages, the bottom of his glasses starting to fog up as a result of his exertion. You moan loudly at the sight, tossing your head back and losing yourself in the feeling of Bobâs talented fingers, his cock, the tension inside you building, building. âCome for me, beautiful, please. Let go for me, so perfect, so good to me, canât believe youâre mine â shit.â
Your boyfriendâs praise tips you over the edge and you feel that band inside you snap, your vision whiting out at the edges as your walls clamp down on Bobâs cock. Youâre shaking and moaning in his arms, gushing around him as he murmurs and works you through it. âLove you, love you, yes, yes, love you baby,â pressed into your clammy skin as Bob canât bring himself to lift his mouth up from your chest, shoulders, neck long enough to speak clearly.
You come down from your high with one last shudder, walls fluttering around him and making him moan against you. You lean back to take a look at his face - pink and sweaty, a smile on his puffy lips and looking more beautiful than you think youâve ever seen him before - before cupping it between your hands and kissing him.
Youâre not sure how long the two of you just sit there and kiss, could be seconds, could be minutes, but youâre too lost in each other to care.
Eventually, though, your hips start rolling again in his lap, causing Bob to let out little whimpers and moans against your mouth. He lets his teeth tug at your bottom lip before pulling back and pressing his forehead against yours. âGod, you feel so good, honey,â he says, eyes locked on yours as you begin to ride him properly once again.
âWanna make you feel good, Bobby,â you coo, one hand threading through his damp hair and the other caressing his jaw.
âYou a-always do, so good to me, so good baby,â he rambles, breath hitching every time you squeeze around him. âDonât know how I g-got so l-lucky, canât believe youâre mine, dar-darlinâ.â
Bobâs hips begin thrusting up jerkily to meet yours, his eyes starting to get glassy behind those big frames. Knowing heâs getting close, you gently tug on his hair, short little bursts of pain that drive him crazy and get his hips moving faster.
âJusss like that, god, youâre taking me so well, doing so well,â he says before grabbing onto your hips and holding you in place and thrusting up into you almost frantically. âWanna be with you all the t-time, wanna fuck you every day, every night, keep you - yeah, do that again baby, pull my hair like that - keep you full of me.â
You moan at the idea, loving the thought of Bob just taking you whenever he pleases.
âYeah? T-that what you want? Iâll do it for you, do any-anything for you, gonna fuck a baby into you one d-day and make our own little fa - Iâm so close - family,â he cuts himself off with a few more high-pitched moans, eyes slipping shut as if heâs picturing your future together.
The idea of being with Bob, having kids with him, settling down and spending your lives together, hits you like a freight train. You donât think anything has ever sounded better to you.
âWant that, Bobby, want to be with you forever, wanna have your babies, please, Bobby,â you babble, hands running all over his hands and shoulders to pull him closer, hold him tighter.
âFuck, fuck, yes, anything you want darlinâ, oh my -â he comes with a shout, eyes squeezing tightly shut and fingers holding onto you so hard that you will probably have bruises on your hips later. (You hope you do, you always wear all of the marks Bob leaves on you with pride.) You feel him twitch inside you, liquid heat making you feel impossibly full. He gives one, two little half thrusts as he finishes, before loosening his grip on your skin.
Fully panting, Bob takes a moment try and catch his breath before opening his eyes slowly. The look of pure adoration on his face almost knocks the wind out of you.
âWell,â he starts with a chuckle, pressing a few chaste kisses to your shoulder. âNothing like that ever happened to me in high school.â
You bark out a surprised laugh, giggles spilling out as you watch Bob grin and then duck his head. The sun has almost fully set by now, pinks and oranges fading into purples and blues as the two of you laugh in Bobâs truck, faces flushed and glowing in the dusk.
In a minute, Bob will clean you up and help you get dressed, gently kissing you with each item of clothing you wrangle back on.
Heâll give you a look of confusion and then surprise when he realizes that his hat is somewhere underneath the seat and heâll run his fingers through your hair to help you tame it before settling into the driverâs seat. Heâll rest one of those big, warm palms on your thigh as he drives you both back home, looking over to smile at you at every stop sign and red light.
Youâll both giggle, cheeks warm and eyes downcast when Bobâs mom asks about your afternoon over dinner and heâll mentally start picking out engagement rings when he watches you bounce his nephew on your knee when the family gathers in the living room afterward.
Later that night, after youâve both shyly admitted that you were serious about the promises you made to one another in the truck, Bob will smile as he watches the moonlight illuminate your sleeping face.
But for now, you two just enjoy this perfect moment, wrapped in one another as the crickets begin chirping outside. And neither you nor Bob think youâve ever seen the other look more beautiful.
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I would absolutely love some hurt/comfort with poly!marauders. I struggle a lot with anxiety and shit, so if possible, maybe something to do with that? Thanks :)
Hiii iâm sorry this took so long for some reason every time I went to write this iâd blank but I finally got it finished and I hope you enjoy!
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Your Job made you want to throw up. Even now sitting in your car about to leave, just the thought of it was enough to get your heart racing and your mind whirling. You have wanted this job since you were a kid. Back then it all seemed mystical. A place that would be filled with unicorns and rainbows. Then you got to high-school and suddenly everyone was telling you wherever you work there would be an asshole boss and mean colleagues. Even when this was being hammered into your head, you held out hope. All the way through college you grasped onto that hope with unrelenting force.
Then you graduated and worked your way up to your dream job. You had worked your ass off in other words. Even with the jobs you had along the way, of course they were shitty, but you held out hope for once in your life and believed that this job would be better. It would be perfect.
God were you wrong.
Now when you come home from work youâre absolutely exhausted. Your new boss has worn you down by overworking you. But youâre new and still believe you have to prove yourself so you do it all with no complaint. Not to mention your colleagues, who seem to see you as a tool to do all of the work they donât want to do. But in order to become friendly with them, you try to hand out as many favors as you can, while being swamped with work of your own. You are stressed thinking about the next day of work almost immediately as you set foot inside your house.
Your sweet, loving, caring boyfriends have noticed a change in your demeanor. Your shoulders are tighter, posture stiff, movements languid because your body is so exhausted. After work one day James came behind you as you were cooking and wrapped his arms around your torso. He had whispered softly in your ear asking if you were alright and if there was anything he can do. You brushed him off and said you were just tired and he doesnât need to worry. Heâs been sending you worried glances ever since. Sirius had been silently studying you. He knows body language more fluently than any form of speaking because of the environment he grew up in. He could see it in your stance, something was wrong. He didnât want to beat around the bush so he just asked you what was bothering you. Over and over and over again. Each time youâd respond with an over exaggerated sigh, saying
âIâm just tired Siri. There is nothing to worry about.â
or youâd let out a stiff laugh and quip
âIs there something wrong with you youâre not saying? Why are you always so insistent on talking about me?â
You know itâs a low blow and he was only trying to help but youâre already on edge and you donât want your boyfriends to know whatâs going on because if they know you are sure to have a breakdown, and you do not have time for a breakdown right now.
Remus hasnât said anything to you yet, but his actions definitely express worry. When you come home from work as soon as you have set your stuff down Remus is up making you a cup of tea. Or heâs sitting on the couch patting the seat next to him asking you if youâd like him to read to you, or watch your favorite movie, or binge the new season of your favorite TV show. Sometimes heâll just come beside you a massage your shoulder and let out a disapproving hum at the tightness. Hell mummer under his breath as if he was talking to himself,
âWorking my girl too hardâ
So thatâs why sitting in your car about to leave for work, your stomach is turning. The stress of impressing your boss, pleasing your fellow employees, and keeping your stress from the boys has become to much. Thereâs nothing you can do as you pull out of the driveway and repeat the mantra in your head saying donât cry donât cry donât cry.
Later that day when you are pulling back into the driveway somehow your day has gotten worse. You had to pull over on the side of the road and flash your hazards because your eyes got too cloudy from the constant fall of tears streaming down your face. Everything was just too much. And the thing is you are a hard worker. You fought tooth and nail for this job. You want this job. You were supposed to love this job. Instead your overcome with waves of panic every-time you think about going into work. Every-time a colleague texts you and you hear the unmistakable ping you flinch. Itâs been consuming your mind fully since the day you started and you broke down.
You donât care about hiding it from the boys anymore. You just need a hug. You blindly reach for your car door, making note that James isnât home yet, and all but fling yourself inside the house. Youâre letting out gut wrenching sobs and you feel like you canât breathe. Youâre practically suffocating in your jacket and you need it off. Off off off off off. You repeat over and over in your mind, or maybe out loud youâre really not sure anymore, as your shaky hands fail again and again to reach your zipper. Sirius is the first to get to you. His heart practically stops at the sight.
âLove, what happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?â
He scans over your body. Checking if he can see any physical damage. When he decides there is no life-threatening wounds, at least that he can see, he jumps into action.
âHey, hey, heyâ he says,
The last âheyâ coming out more sternly than the others. You look up at him and your heart somehow shatters more. His face looks so caring and scared. You sob harder at the sight and continue to pull at the neck of your jacket.
âitâs okay, I got it. Câmon letâs walk over to the couch okay? Sh itâs okay, youâre okayâ
As Sirius takes your zipper into his hands and urgently, but less harshly, zips it down he slowly pulls you to the couch. Remus emerges from the hallway and immediately goes still at the sight. He rushed to the kitchen to get a glass of water and comes back to help Siri pick up your broken pieces.
When you finally catch enough breath to sob out
âI just donât know how iâm going to do it anymore!â
âDo what mâlove?â Remus quietly questioned while stroking your hair,
âMy job!â you practically shouted into Siriâs chest. âMy boss is throwing me on every project and he knows itâs too much! He wants me to fail and I donât want him to win so iâve been doing it all. But the better I do the more he assigns and I canât keep up with it anymoreâ
Both boys comforting you share a worried glanced at each-other. Having a silent conversation with their eyes. Just as Sirius opened his mouth to say something, the unmistakable sound of the door opening and James yelling out,
âThe loves of my life, iâm home!â
Really James has immaculate humorous timing. When he realizes no one has answers he scans the room quickly before his eyes catch on you curled up in a ball practically on top of Sirius and Remus kneeling on the ground in front of you.
His face immediately falls.
âBaby, what happened?â
The utter concern in his voice and his caring expression made you let out another sob and re-explain the story and add in a few more details about how your coworkers have been treating you.
Once youâve spilled your guts the boys concerned faces only worded causing you slight confusion. You just told them whatâs wrong, they comforted you, now you should go back to normal.
Remus is the first to speak
âThe next time youâre feeling anxious about anything, especially your job, just tell me, Sirius, or James and we can talk about it or try to take your mind off of it. Itâs not good to be stressed all the time, especially when you arenât telling anyone about it. A job should never make you this upset. I know you love it but I think you should have a serious conversation with your boss when your ready.â
Sirius adds in,
âI could help you write up a speech or I could just march right in there with you. But please come and see me when your feeling anxious, or shoot me a text while your at workâ
âWe love you and we want you to be happy and if this job isnât making you happy, I say drop it and find one that makes you love it the way we love you.â
James mumbles as he wipes his thumbs under your eyes, taking away your tears.
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YOU DRINK YOUR COFFEE BLACK AND WE ARE AFRAID OF EACH OTHER ; SHOKO IEIRI
synopsis; shoko makes you a morning cup of coffee; turns out sheâs not very good at that, but itâs the thought that counts.
word count; 4.2k
contents; shoko ieiri/reader, gn!reader (but written w a fem!reader in mind), fluff fluff fluff!!, just normal morning shenanigans at the ieiri household, implied stsg (my brand), shoko can be a girlfailure. as a treat, reader is absolutely whipped (and so am i)
a/n; been writing too much gojo n geto lately. neglecting my wife :((((((( let it be known that i am a shoko stan first human second. this one is for my wlws pls eat up!!!!
you wake up to the sound of your girlfriendâs voice.
melodic and soft, low and saccharine; almost like sheâs coaxing you out of hiding. a sound so lovely you wish you could drown in it, laced together with a distinctly raspy tilt, one you can only attribute to the copious amounts of cigarettes she smoked back in high school. a leftover residue, bittersweet memories ghosting her lips â one that gets you a little bit weak in the knees.
in the mornings, itâs particularly prominent, a little intoxicating. manifesting itself as a shiver down your spine, a jolt of your heartbeat, a flush on your skin for every word that she speaks. itâs enough to have you slipping from sleepâs embrace, carried back into the cradle of reality.
why you notice her voice first, and not the smell of something burning â or the sound of insistent beeping â is honestly beyond you.Â
it doesnât take long for your sleepy brain to react, however, a pang of anxiety rushing through your slumbering veins. hurriedly stirring you awake. abrupting your dreamlike, drowsy state, tangled up in silken sheets with your neck smudged by lipstick marks; an alluring red, one shoko typically favors when sheâs going out for a drink. coming home just a tiny bit tipsy, affectionate and giggly.
and when your eyelids finally flutter open, your mind melting into the motion of the waking world, you shoot up in a sudden bout of panic.
because fuck, you belatedly, groggily realize â thatâs the fucking fire alarm.
and shoko is spewing curses, from afar, loud enough that you can hear it even through the fog of fatigue that clouds your brain. a raspy string of words that you donât quite catch, but theyâre enough to have you scrambling out of bed, nearly bumping into the doorframe as you kick the blanket off your legs.
âwhat happened?â you croak out, chest heaving a little, having stumbled into the smoke-filled kitchen. disgruntled, reeling with the aftermath of your deep slumber, cold air nipping at your bare skin. the balcony door is open, and the smell of rain invades your apartment.
when you look out the window, all you see is a gray sky, blanketed by a thick coating of wool. smothered by clouds, not a single ray of sunlight slipping through the cracks. the world smells dewy and sweet, asphalt and flowers melting into a nostalgic fragrance, one that reminds you a bit of high school smoke breaks â huddling under the slide at the nearest playground, watching a pretty girl wrap her lips around a cigarette, exhaling smoke just for it to melt into the pouring rain.
one that reminds you a bit of the woman right in front of you, balancing on a chair and stretching her goosebump-ridden arms towards the ceiling, wearing nothing but a lacey bra and a pair of unbuttoned jeans. messy hair that cascades down her back, brows furrowed, eyes simmering with irritation â before flitting over to meet your own.
shoko blinks. then sighs. âyou woke up?â she mutters, and you try not to shiver when the tremor of her voice deepens, morning-fatigue seeping into the syllables. âfuck. sorry, i ââ
she stumbles a little, shifting her weight from one foot to another, and you take a step forward. on instinct, as if getting ready to cushion her fall. ready to be of service, in any way you can.
âdonât worry,â she fumbles with the fire alarm, clicking her tongue. nails scraping against plastic. âitâs fine, i just need to â there we go.âÂ
finally, the beeping stops. and your shoulders relax, immediately, the tight little ball inside your chest untangling. with a deep inhale, the fragrance of espresso and smoke fills your nostrils, and a sense of calm washes over you. rooting your feet to the floor.Â
shoko settles down, too, seating herself on the wooden chair. a huff slipping from her lips. theyâre smudged, a blurry red she still hasnât found the energy to wipe away.Â
bringing a hand up to card through her hair, lithe fingers in between her messy auburn locks, she exhales. a blend between fatigue and relief.
âgod. i need a cig.â
a moment passes. she raises her head, and sees the sleepy little pout playing at your lips â her eyes softening. blooming with something fond. giving you a smile, tired, small. but reassuring.Â
âiâm just kidding, love,â she chuckles. ârelax.â
âdonât joke about that,â you frown, rubbing the sleep from your weary eyes. stifling a tiny yawn. â.. took me so long to get you to quit.â
(sometimes you can still see the smoke leave her lungs when she exhales.)
shoko keeps smiling, but doesnât say anything else. the pitter patter of rain against your balcony railing fills the silence of the kitchen, still brimming with a light layer of smoke, slowly dwindling. cold air drawing it out. clad only in one of suguruâs old t-shirts, you shiver, and shoko seems to notice.
âgood morning,â she coaxes, opening her arms slightly â and you move forward, a moth to a flame. without thinking. âsorry for waking you.â
she wraps her arms around your waist, attaching her jaw to the curve of your shoulder, and you melt into the embrace. leaning close, to tuck yourself into her neck. she smells like lavender shampoo. ââs fine,â you mumble, a yawn muffled into her collarbone. âwhat happened? are you okay?â
when her plump lips press against the sensitive skin of your neck, right next to one of the kiss marks she left there last night, you canât help but shiver again. she must feel it, because you can hear the smile sheâs trying to bite back in her voice when she answers.
âmm,â she hums, a gravelly noise that makes your throat clog up a little. âjust burned something, itâs fine. donât worry.â
tentatively, you take a step back. just to see her. gazing down at her, into her hazel eyes, the fading crescents beneath them. not as dark as they used to be, not as heavy with lost sleep.
shoko is gorgeous. always, every single day, but you think sheâs particularly breathtaking like this. when itâs early, and sheâs groggy and a little disheveled, eyes weary and lipstick smudged â bra strap close to slipping off her shoulder, black lace against pale skin, moles littering her forearms and chest like star clusters. oversized jeans that expose the curve of her waist, the fat of her hips, and you donât notice how intently youâre staring until shokoâs raspy voice reaches your burning ears.
âeyes up here, baby.â
you do as youâre told, and she stifles a chuckle. eyes rich with amusement. you try not to blush.
âsorry.â you chew at the inside of your cheek. eyes trailing to the houseplants by the windowsill. â.. youâre just so pretty.â
shoko tilts her head, an exasperated little breath rolling off her tongue. almost a coo. sheâs incapable of blushing; but if she wasnât, youâre sure she'd blush.Â
âthanks.â her touch is light, fingertips trailing down the expanse of your arm. âyou are, too. red is a good colour on you.â
you blink. shokoâs eyes are crinkled at the edges, soft lines of crowsâ feet, and you huff when you realize sheâs talking about the marks on your neck. suddenly a little self-conscious, you bring a hand up to rub at the skin â as if hoping to wipe them away. you doubt it works. shoko just breathes out an airy chuckle, getting up from her seat.
she looks tired, still. stretching her limbs out, sleepily, blinking drowsily.
and itâs odd, you think. that she got up this early, that she didnât cling to you and make you stay with her in bed like she usually does. you donât know anyone who loves sleeping in more than shoko does. especially after a night out.
so itâs strange. very strange.
âhey, sho.â
âhm?â
you tilt your head. âwhy are you up this early, anyway?â
she blinks, and then glances at the clock on the wall. ticking idly, counting down. when she looks back at you, sheâs got a single eyebrow raised. âitâs not really early.â
âfor you it is,â you quip, something resembling a grin tugging at your lips. and she rolls her eyes, smiling, before linking her arm with yours. bringing you to the stove.
âi was, uh ââ a pause. she does a little cough under her breath, clearing her throat. âtrying to make coffee.â
silently, you look at the mess in front of you; what used to be your squeaky-clean stovetop, now stained with a muddy, rusty residue. an unassuming coffee pot sits to the side, having seemingly boiled over, smoke still drifting up into the air.
shoko cringes, a little, before a wry smile makes its way to her lips. âit wasâŚâ she clicks her tongue. sighing softly. âan attempt.â
â⌠wait.â you turn to look at her, dubiously, and she avoids your gaze. âthatâs what you burned? coffee?â still no answer. a tiny smile tugs at your lips, and you canât help it if your voice comes out sounding a little teasing. âhow is that even possible?â
âlook,â shoko exhales, heavy. âi donât know, okay? i think it was the coffee grounds, or something. i look away for one second, and itâs just ââ
a little giggle slips from your lips, and shoko shoots you a glare. mostly harmless, but she untangles her arm from your own. âsorry, itâs just ââ you apologize, failing to hide your amusement. âwhy didnât you just use the espresso machine, honey?â
she bites her lip, and you think she might be just a little embarrassed. averting her gaze, briefly flitting towards the machine in question. â⌠i didnât know how to use it,â she mutters. âiâve seen you do it, obviously, but i never paid attention to the steps.â
a smile graces your lips. âitâs not that complicated once you know how it works,â you nudge her arm with your elbow. âit just looks that way.â
she hums. a click of her tongue, as she adjusts her bra strap. âwell, anyway. i tried. so.â
âright.â you try to stifle a grin, to no avail. âso⌠you burned your coffee.â
âand woke you up.â she grins, herself, just a tiny bit self-deprecating. but pretty, always, hair falling over her eyes when she tilts her head. âa mess, arenât i?â
ânot at all.â
shoko looks at you, and your eyes meet hers. unflinchingly. tired irises falling into the gentle hue of your own, trickling down to the curve of your lips. thereâs an honesty to your voice that sheâs never quite been able to deal with.Â
(love, she thinks. a kind of love she finds somewhat hard to stomach. a sea of acceptance that she fears sheâll eventually drown in.)
before she can properly fall into a morning spiral, you stretch your neck a bit, idly, and she gets a good look at the red marks littering your skin. the way your pulse beats at the base of your throat. tender, slight, a mantra sheâs grown just a little bit addicted to.Â
âwhy, though?â you hum, and shoko blinks. snapped out of her thoughts, and back into reality. back into you, the faux pout on your lips. playful, but a little confused. âi thought i was the coffee brewer of this relationshipâŚâÂ
and itâs true. youâve been making shokoâs morning cups of coffee for a while, now, even before you moved in together. she likes it black, sometimes with a drop of cream, sometimes with a cube of sugar. never both. you think itâs very like her, to tiptoe that line between bitter and sweet â never entirely giving in to one or the other. thereâs a balance to shoko, something stable. something for you to hold on to, a bitter tinge or syrupy taste that always leaves you yearning for more.
truthfully, your coffee brewing skills arenât anything special. but it makes shoko happy, to wake up and stumble into the kitchen, being able to hug your back. being handed a cup of fresh coffee. sipping from it in silence, muttering out a groggy good morning that makes your heart flutter.
(to you, itâs precious. that lilt of her voice, that bittersweet tinge. the dearest thing in the world.)
plump bottom lip trapped between her teeth, shoko furrows her brows. ever so slightly. nails tapping at the edge of the kitchen counter, a series of satisfying clicks against the marble. â⌠well.âÂ
she clears her throat, but doesnât say anything else. a moment passes. you try to find the answer in the curve of her lips, the crease of her brow, in the depths of her eyes â but you donât succeed.
something discomforting settles in the bottom of your throat. almost uncertain, maybe a bit anxious. sheepish, as your tired mind spins in circles. parting your lips. hesitant.
âdo you⌠not like the way i make it?â thereâs a dejected tilt to your voice when it spills out, one that makes you feel a little silly. so you smile, or try to, eyes trailing towards the windows; you note that the rain has grown heavier. âi can change how ââ
âwhat?â shoko cuts you off. âno. no, of course not â your coffeeâs perfect. honestly.â
again, your eyes meet. and again, shoko seems to be struggling with finding the right words. or maybe sheâs struggling to voice them.
âi just⌠haah.â she brings a hand up to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose. you just watch, silent, hungry to hear the thoughts sheâs not letting you in on.
a beat. again, the sound of the rain against steel railings, the scent of honeydew and concrete. espresso-flavored smoke, almost entirely faded, leaving only cold air to nip at your thighs.Â
and again, as always, inevitably, your eyes are fixed on shoko â a moth to her flame. helpless to the cinders that ghost at your skin whenever she looks at you. a certain contemplation swims inside her eyes, simmering beneath the surface, as she chews gently at the plush of her lips. before turning to face you.
you can only blink. but shoko finally speaks, clearing her throat in a way that strikes you as rather sheepish.
âwell â youâre always the one doing all the work. arenât you?â her voice trickles out into the air, low and saccharine, a blanket pulled over your shoulders. so soft you hold your breath and strain your ears, just to make sure you hear it. âi guess i figured⌠i donât know.â
shoko pauses, again, and you can almost delude yourself into thinking thereâs a cherry red tint to the tips of her ears. when she parts her lips, that usually carefree voice of hers sounds almost meek. almost, but not quite. more like unsure. embarrassed?
another moment passes, entirely silent. shoko swallows her pride.
â.. satoru always brags about suguru making him those fucked up sugary drinks he likes,â she mumbles. turning around, to rest her back against the counter, looking out at the downpour. âsays it makes him feel so loved. or whatnot. so i just ââÂ
she waves her hand, haphazardly.Â
âyou know.â
a beat. then another. you can physically feel your lips part, a kind of surprise weaving itself into the contours of your face.Â
and when you finally speak, your voice comes out a little garbled, scrambling for the right words. not sure if you should feel deeply amused, or just a tiny bit horrified. âwait. youâre saying youâŚâ a moment passes. silent, slow, and all you can do is blink owlishly. in disbelief.
â⌠got inspired by suguru?â
shoko groans, deep and gravelly, almost comically agonized. covering her face with her pretty hands. âdonât say it,â she pleads, âyouâre making it sound as dumb as it is.â
a little giggle slips from your lips. accidental, but she still shoots you a displeased look, huffing under her breath. crossing her arms just to tap at her forearm with her nimble fingers. frowning.
âdonât laugh at me.â
âsorry,â you search for her gaze, but she keeps looking ahead. so stubborn. âi donât mean to, âs just â not very like you, yâknow?â
shoko exhales. nearly a huff, but not quite. and you think she must be embarrassed, gnawing at her lip like that, fingers eagerly searching for something to fidget with. it makes you soften, impeccably, the blood inside your veins warming up beneath your skin. stirring you, coaxing you into soothing her. your very own heartbeat seems to be a little enamored with shoko ieiri.
âi appreciate the thought,â you smile. a tender tone, sincere. lingering with amusement. âreally. but letâs not base our entire relationship around satoru and suguru of all people, alright?â
and again, she sighs. brittle, a little fatigued. brows scrunching together. âlook, i ââ
a pause. she gnaws at her plump bottom lip, eyelashes fluttering like a battered heartbeat. her voice comes out sounding soft, all duvet pillows and fresh lavender, a lilt that anchors you to earth. sweet words. so honest it makes your breath hitch.
âi want to take care of you.â
and this time, youâre the flustered one. burning under her gaze, feeling a heat blossom on your skin. feeling the fervent pitter patter of your heartbeat, as her pretty eyes look into yours. a nice mocha brown.Â
but even with the fresh embarrassment trickling through your veins, you find it in you to speak. desperate, maybe, to cross the distance between you â even when it borders on non-existent. desperate to feel your heartbeats synchronize, figuratively or literally. to stitch them together.
âi want to take care of you, too,â you echo, looking down at the floor. and then back at your girlfriend. hesitant, a tad shy. but sincere.
a sincerity so palpable it makes shoko feel a little jealous.Â
(sometimes, she finds herself wanting to put a hand inside your chest. dig around your organs, run her fingertips down every single one, until she finds what she's looking for. that miraculous something that makes you stick around, that makes you so frighteningly easy to love. that makes her want to safeguard you so terribly.)
âthen letâs take care of each other,â she breathes, a small smile slipping into the curve of her lips. reaching out to brush against your knuckle, weave your fingers together. delicate.Â
she clears her throat. â⌠i guess.âÂ
and you canât help but smile. somewhat cheeky, a little teasing. âah,â your eyes crinkle, and you stifle a coo. âdid that embarrass you?â
a sharp little scoff. shoko gives you a lazy grin, paired with a soft roll of her eyes. brushing her thumb across your knuckles, even still. âoh, shut up.â
the world seems to still, ever so slightly, as you look into each otherâs eyes. like everything else is just background noise, from the pitter patter of the rain to the fading smell of coffee all around you. shoko looks at you like sheâs trying to see inside your brain, see what makes you tick, see you for what you are.
and when she eventually leans in for a kiss, youâre pliant. expectant. her lips against yours, breathing you in, as soft as ever. like sheâs afraid of getting too greedy. she tastes like nectar and cosmetics.
âgive me some time,â she says, after pulling back. hands on your waist, squeezing softly. âiâll make you another cup right now.â
âsure you donât want me to do it?â you ask. âi donât mind.â
another little scoff. offended. âlook, iâm not incompetent, okay? iâm just not used to it.â she untangles herself from you, warmth slipping away. you will yourself not to chase it. âjust stand there and look pretty for me.â
and she smiles, when those words make you giggle, infected by your sleepy joy. something soft and silky blooms inside her ribcage, mirrored by the glimmer in your eyes when you intertwine your hands again. fingertips brushing against each other, delicate, a love thatâs handled with care.
â.. i like making you coffee,â you whisper after a beat. smiling. under your breath, like youâre telling her a secret. âit makes me happy.â
a moment passes. something in shokoâs bones still, for a second, enough for you to notice. and her eyes fill with a kind of hesitance. doubt, maybe. or fear.
when shoko opens up to you, itâs always like this. sleepy, rainy days, or tipsy afternoons. in no more than a whisper, a fragile breath, the ghost of a confession. when you can feel her heartbeat, one finger on her wrist, listening to the rhythm of her pulse. intimate. a little clumsy, butâŚ
âi just donât want you to spend too much of yourself on me.â
the words are spoken in passing, almost casually, a lighthearted kind of resignation. a hungry ghost. one that follows her, follows you. suguru and satoru, too. thereâs a lump in her throat, you can tell, something that makes it a little harder to say what she means. an intimacy that frightens her in a way nothing else can; frightened to hold it in her palms, to keep it close without having it break apart.
(not just her â you all are. all four of you. thatâs why you've always been together, you think, why you always will be. four hedgehogs huddling together in the cold of night, too desperate for warmth to stay away from each other's spines.)
carefully, almost cautiously, you bring her hand to your lips. as if youâre handling a flimsy sheet of glass. featherlight, a touch so tender you hope she knows what youâre about to say before the words leave your throat.
âyouâre worth it,â is whispered against her skin, your lips against her knuckles. shoko softens, but you think the sigh that slips from her lips sounds just a little shaky. âalways.â
and finally, you know you aren't deluding yourself. itâs there, visible, the cherry red of her ears; a red that matches the lipstick on your skin. a flush that never travels down to her face. but itâs enough.
she clears her throat. voice beginning to change shape, slowly but surely, morning fatigue peeled off with the ticking of the clock. thereâs still a raspy residue, leftover smoke thatâll never quite leave her lungs, but itâs silkier now. trickling like honey from her parted lips.
and itâs terribly soft, her tongue twisting around the vowels, a low lilt that drips with tenderness. she wills herself to smile. tired, but fond. âjust let me make you one cup, then.â
so you do.
you let her, after briefly pointing out the functions of the far too expensive espresso machine that satoru bought you when you first moved in, and she listens intently. those pretty eyes, the intelligence behind them, her lips pursed in focus. shokoâs a genius, youâve always thought â so effortlessly good at memorization, at figuring out how things work. what ties everything together.Â
you think itâs a little comical that she struggled so much with making coffee, of all things, but you choose to attribute it to her slight hangover. Â
because sheâs focused, when she begins to fiddle with the machine. attentive. as if sheâs dissecting it. a satisfaction in the way she moves, the way everything clicks into place as she works. everything serves a purpose, every single part in the machinery, every tube or pump of caffeine. she compares it to the human body, a glint in her eyes, and you canât disagree.
all you can do is watch her. silently, entirely mesmerized. sitting on the kitchen counter, bare thighs against the marble, swinging your legs. telling her about the dream you had, while she listens. always.
a fresh, thick aroma of espresso and rainwater begins to waft through the apartment. one you drink in, greedy, steam filling your lungs. as you admire how the tiny droplets bounce off the hyacinths blooming on your balcony.
and when sheâs finished, producing one cup of espresso, tailored to your liking, you canât still the beating of your heart. unsure if you should blame it on the caffeine yet to enter your veins, or the proud smile that lingers on your girlfriendâs lips. maybe the way her fingers curl around the handle, the way a soft here, baby, spills from her smudged lips. all of the above, probably.
sheâs gorgeous. breathtaking. sometimes you want to give her everything, more than you could live without. your heart, your lungs, your eyes. anything she asks for.
but she would never. all sheâll ever need is for you to keep sticking around, keep telling her about your silly dreams, keep letting her feel the beat of your pulse at the base of your throat. a mantra sheâs fallen a little bit in love with.
and when you put your lips against the ceramic, and a bittersweet scent fills your lungs, you think you can taste it. that care, a love soft enough to mend all the jagged edges of your heart.
shoko smiles. smoothing a stray eyelash from your skin, thumb against your cheekbone. âhow is it?â
(you swear itâs the best cup of coffee youâve ever had.)
#i love!! my wife!!!!#shoko gap moe is real (and heres why)#i just think sheâd be a lil softer around someone she likes . shes awkward w intimacy but she treasures u so dearly :<#dont get me wrong tho she definitely has smth Wrong w her and i love that side of her too!!#i feel like she would joke abt wanting to dissect u (but is it rly a joke đ¤¨đ¤¨)#if this reader seems more whipped than usual then that is bc im projecting <33 oh to live in a cramped apartment w shoko ieiri âŚ#to have her cover my neck and face in kiss marksâŚâŚ.. (dies) i literally need it SO bad u dont understand. there r tears in my eyes.#title from a clementine von radics poem that i cant remember the name of ⌠all her poems r so shoko coded tho#shoko ieiri#shoko ieiri x reader#shoko fluff#shoko x you#shoko ieiri x you#shoko ieiri x y/n#shoko x reader#jjk fluff#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader
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an extra for late night talking!
summary: a tiny fluffy blurb of harryâs first interview since meeting you, and taking your relationship further đŤśđź
warnings: pure fluff!!!
a/n: just a little taste of late night talking harry & y/n. more is coming!! i didnât want to post this just yet but i cannot get the other ones done đĽ˛
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harry: itâll be on in 5 đ
You turned up the radio, ready to hear Harryâs beautiful voice. It was his first interview since youâd started dating, and honestly you were quite excited to see if youâd come up. You hoped you wouldnât, hating how quick people were to invade his privacy, but in the event that they did ask about you, you were curious to see what heâd say. After the last round of photos hit the headlines people had started to mention your resemblance to âkiwi girlâ, though no one had really put two and two together yet. After all, with a history of dating supermodels, no one would suspect Harry would fall for a fan. Just as you got lost in your thoughts, the radio host's voice came on, introducing Harry for the interview. Even though the radio, his voice awakened the butterflies in your stomach.
He spoke about the success of Love on Tour, the millions of fans whoâd seen his shows, the thousands of lives and people heâd touched. Then, he was asked about his personal life, and you held your breath, waiting to hear what heâd say about you. âAnd your new girlfriend, am I right in saying sheâs a fan?â
âIâd hope all my girlfriends have been fans of my music.â You could almost hear the coy smirk playing on Harryâs lips.
âBut yes, she is a fan. Although Iâm a far bigger fan of her than she is of me,â Harry told the presenter. You smiled at his words, feeling your heart flutter with warmth.
âYou seem very smitten in the photos weâve seen, can you tell us a bit about her?" The radio host pressed, and you gripped onto your mug, eager to hear what he said. The questions were starting to get a little too personal, and it was totally vain of you, but you were completely giddy. You knew how much Harry liked you, knew how fondly he spoke about you to family and friends, but hearing him tell the world was different.
âThereâs not much tâsay, really. Sheâs great, she has a heart of gold. Iâm extremely lucky to have her in my life.â
You felt a warm blush creeping up your cheeks. Since his tour had ended and youâd been able to spend more time together, not as Harry Styles and his secret, but as Harry and y/n, your relationship had gone from strength to strength. He still gave you the jitters youâd feel around a high school crush, every touch shooting electricity through your veins.
He hadnât corrected the host when she called you his girlfriend. Whether it was out of ease or not, he hadnât corrected her. You unintentionally tuned out of the last few minutes of the interview, trapped in your thoughts. Harry Stylesâ girlfriend. You couldnât get it out of your head, the words just echoing around your mind.
It wasnât until you heard a key jingle in the front door that you snapped out of your daydream. You were still frozen in place, hands still wrapped around your now cold coffee. âHi darling,â Harry greeted you as he walked around the breakfast bar. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. You melted into his embrace, never feeling as at home as you did in your loverâs arms. You looked up at him, eyes filled with adoration and longing. âYou were incredible, H.â
âThank you, love,â Harry said, his voice soft. âGot asked about you,â he smirked. âI thought you were talking about your girlfriend, not me,â you giggled, eyes sparkling. âMhm, you are my girlfriend,â Harry grinned, lifting you onto the counter.
âWere you ever going to tell me that?â
âTelling you now,â he said, planting a soft kiss on your lips. You smiled and leaned into him, chasing his mouth for more kisses. âYou canât just tell me, Harry. Got to ask me,â you laughed, outstretched finger poking at his nose. He looked over your face, grinning so wide his cheeks must have ached. âI want to marry you,â he told you softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. âWrong question,â you told him, wrapping your legs around his waist. âJust be mine, be all mine,â Harry drawled, eyes trailing over your face. Even with your unbrushed hair, stained pyjamas and coffee breath, youâd never been more beautiful to him. The early morning sun spilling in through the window illuminated every part of you, casting an angelic glow over you as you stared up at him. âBe my girlfriend, and please donât dismiss my proposal when I ask you again,â he continued, running his hands over your hips.
"I never said no," you whispered with a teasing smile, gazing into Harryâs eyes. His lips brushed against yours with a featherlight touch, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. It was a gentle and tender kiss, filled with all the love and longing he could muster. Every kiss felt like the first with Harry, everything seemed to stand still as his tongue danced against yours, each movement like a silent promise between the two of you. A promise of love, trust and a future.
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When Nancyâs mom pulled her aside one day to ask her a favor, she never thought that it would involve tutoring the Steve Harrington. The basketball starter that had nearly every girl in their high school wrapped around his finger.Â
And sure, Mrs. Harrington was offering some really good pay, but that didnât mean she wanted to do it. Because Steve wasâŚa lot. He was cocky, he was weirdly aggressive when it came to his drug dealer best friend, and if his grades and lack of self-control were anything to go by, he was also dumb as hell.Â
Just because he was the hottest guy in school didnât mean she wanted anything to do with him. But her mom didnât really give her a choice, not when she had been vying for Mrs. Harringtonâs friendship for years.
And thatâs how she found herself on the Harrington doorstep on a Sunday, dreading how tedious trying to make someone with no attention span learn was going to be. She rang the doorbell, impatient for the whole thing to just be done with already.Â
She was surprised when it was Eddie Munson who answered the door, clad in nothing but boxers and a t-shirt that Nancy was pretty sure belonged to Steve, unless he had been a secret swimming champion in 1982. For a split second she thought she was at the wrong house, until she remembered that Eddie was supposed to be living in a trailer park.Â
He ran a hand through his messy hair, not even the slightest bit embarrassed to be caught without pants on at someone elseâs house, âUh, can I help you?â
âIâm here for Steve? Um, Iâm his tutor? Nancy Wheeler?â She wasnât sure why she said her own name like it was a question, but the way Eddie was staring her down had her uncharastically nervous.Â
But his eyes brightened at the word tutor. He stepped aside to let her in, âOh yeah! He told me that was today, I guess we just lost track of time. Wait here. Iâll go get him. You want a muffin? I literally just made them, unless you're allergic to chocolate? But if youâre not theyâre like, really good, my uncleâs recipe so you can trust it.â
He was talking a mile a minute as he led her into the house, happy in a way she never would have expected from him. In school he was soâŚdefensive. Always willing to cut down anyone who made a comment about his weird sense of style. And there was also the little known fact that he sold freaking ketamine in the woods behind school with a small history of violence and theft. She kind of thought that the drug dealer whose wardrobe half consisted of skulls wouldnât be the type of guy to bake muffins.Â
But that didnât mean she didnât want one.Â
âUm, sure?â She said, jumping a little when Eddie suddenly tossed one her way.Â
Before she could even say thank you he was two-stepping his way up the stairs, whistling a tune that Nancy couldnât help but smile at. If Eddie Munson could be so nice, then the odds of Steve turning out to not be a total dick were looking pretty good.
She could hear him slam a door open upstairs, voice loud and obnoxious, âTime to wake up sunshine! You got some learning to do!â
Nancy wandered over to the stairs as she ate, happily surprised at just how good it was. She couldn't hear much else, just a few groans and some shuffling, then something that sounded suspiciously like a giggle before the two of them made their way back downstairs.Â
Steve was just as disheveled as Eddie was, hair a mess as he blearily blinked into the light, like it wasnât already noon. He at least had the decency to put on pants though, something that Eddie had decided was superfluous.Â
He waved at her as they came down, at least apologetic, âHi, Iâm Steve. Sorry about that. I was up late last night doing- I mean watching movies. Kind of let the day get away from me a little bit.â
He put out his hand for Nancy to shake and she couldnât help but notice just how big they were. She took it, suddenly a little flustered as she spoke, âNancy. And weâve uh, actually met before. Believe it or not.â
Steve blinked at her, mind obviously racing to try and figure out when heâd seen her before, âPlease donât tell me we used to date.â
âNo we didnât but- wait. You donât remember all the girls youâve dated?â Nancy raised a brow at him, suddenly a lot less impressed. Just how big of a player was this guy?
But at least he had the good grace to look embarrassed, âI-well, itâs not like that. I-â
Eddie put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him in the midst of his stuttering sentence, âStevie, stop while you're ahead. Now go get some food so your brain can actually function.â
Surprisingly, Steve obeyed, just like that. He just nodded and puttered into the kitchen, leaving Eddie and Nancy to follow him.Â
Eddie leaned over, stage-whispering in her ear, âHeâs usually a lot more charming after heâs been conscious for more than 5 minutes. I swear.â
They rounded the corner, just in time to see Steve eat half a muffin in one bite. He moaned at the taste of it, and Nancy was suddenly blushing for the second time in one day.Â
He smiled at Eddie, hearts in his eyes, âHow are you so good at everything?â
Nancy was starting to understand why her mom always said the way to a manâs heart was through his stomach. If she didnât know any better sheâd say that Steve was seconds away from asking Eddie to ride into the sunset together.Â
Eddie shrugged, even though his face was positively pleased. Steve finished the rest of it with a dreamy sigh, eyes still locked on Eddie.
âGod, I love-â Steve coughed mid sentence, and for a second Nancy was sincerely worried that he had managed to choke on a piece of muffin. But the next moment he was fine, glancing over at her before straightening, âUh, when my parents are gone. You can eat anything you want. Thanks for making them dude.â
Eddie snorted, barely managing to keep his laughter inside, âNo problem, dude. But now that you're functioning Iâll let you guys get to it. Iâll be in the living room if you need me.â
Nancy wasnât sure just what they would need him for, but Steve nodded anyway. It was almost weird, just how comfortable Eddie was in his house. She had half expected him to leave after he dragged Steve downstairs, especially since it was a school night, but the way he sprawled himself out on the couch said otherwise.Â
They set themselves up at the kitchen table, Nancy with their biology book in hand and Steve with a second muffin. She cracked her book open, internally preparing herself for an afternoon of frustration. So imagine her surprise when none came.Â
Because Steve Harrington was nothing like she expected. He wasnât some undiscovered genius or anything, but he was diligent. He didnât try to make a move on her, which her friends had definitely warned her about when they first heard she was tutoring him. He never got mad when he didnât understand something, or even impatient. If anything he was just apologetic, a constant barrage of Iâm sorry coming out of his mouth whenever he got something wrong that she already explained.
It was endearing to say the least. He even offered to drive her home after. She hadnât realized that the offer included Eddie poking at him from the back seat and complaining about the music the whole ride home, but still. It was a nice gesture.Â
When her mom asked her how it went she didnât even have to lie. It went great. Not even on the whole he wasnât a dick side of things. He was making ground when it came to his schoolwork, he just needed a little bit of extra attention.Â
She found herself laying in bed that night with a smile on her face, more than excited to see Steve again. Maybe theyâd even manage to get a little alone time, just so she could get to know him a bit better.
For strictly tutoring reasons, of course.Â
~
Part 1.5 Part 2 Part 3
From an unpublished chapter of this fic (But I'll probably add part two and the reveal here because it kind of works with tumblr formatting!)
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