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tsumtsumrry · 2 years ago

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Favorite Holiday

this follows harry and a cutie (you) through some of your favorite holidays as you guys navigate a little fun friends with benefits/situationship stitch. i feel like this took forever so sorry for my near disappearance but i hope you enjoy!! <3

**disclaimer** i'm american so i have the dates (e.g. 11/24/23) month/day/year format. just to avoid any confusion!! <3

WC: 12k.

warning(s): afab descriptions and she/her pronouns, language, multiple instances of smut (fingering, phone sex, f receiving oral use of a vibrator, unprotected don't do it p in v), barely proofread cause i was too excited to finally post it, and a bit of angst.

March 20th, First day of Spring.

The holidays were always your favorite time of year. Every single one for that matter. Every holiday has its own special place in your heart. New Years, Easter, Christmas, etc. You loved them all the same. But you looked forward to them even more so this year. Because this year you had Harry.

Harry, who was sitting across from you right now, laughing as he animatedly tells one of his horrible but adorable jokes. You have the stupidest grin on your face, with your eyes set on how his lips form the words coming out of his mouth. You can’t seem to look away. It doesn’t help that he keeps sneaking glances at you, those suggestive eyes that only you know burning into your face.

He plans to take you home tonight, you can tell. You two have been going at this for months, the no-strings-attached sex thing. You think it’s easy enough. There’s never been any real difficulties, just the fact that you’re trying to keep it discreet.

The first kiss was at the New Years party. You were both tipsy, he confessed that he always had a little fixation on you and how you looked in “all those pretty outfits you like to wear” and you confessed that him and his “fancy british accent”, “pretty tattoos”, and “ridiculously charming personality” never failed to have you imagining kissing those incredibly soft looking lips.

He looked at you for a second, his gaze moving from your lips to your eyes as if he was trying to gauge where your head was at. Then, at the perfect timing, the clock turned twelve and your lips were intertwined. The rest is history.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you bite your lip, fighting hard to hide the smile that threatens to overtake your face. You know exactly who it is.

You pull your phone out and smirk when you read it.

H 11:34PM

Need you tonight, baby.

It’s been too long since he’s touched you, you missed it so much and he couldn’t go another day without you. You look around a little, trying to make sure no one is looking at your phone (only making yourself look more suspicious in the process) and then begin typing back.

You 11:36PM

And what do you suppose I do about that?

You look up at him when you know he’s seen the message. You smirk at him and he gives you a look that says ‘you know damn well’ but he texts back anyways.

H 11:37PM

Come to mine tonight. Let me fuck you.

As soon as you read the text your stomach erupts with butterflies, you always have an instant reaction to his words. You press your thighs together and try your best not to squirm.

He doesn’t need to know that though, so you answer with a simple,

You 11:40 PM

Ok.

You push your phone right back into your pocket and try your best to continue with the conversation that’s getting passed around the table. But thoughts of him keep creeping in. Thoughts of his voice in your ear, the feeling of him inside of you, stretching you and filling you, his hands gripping you roughly or gently, depending on how you feel, all you can think about is him.

“It’s getting late, you guys. I’m exhausted. Loved seeing you all.” you finally say, not being able to take much more of wanting something when it’s literally right in front of you and not being able to just take it.

“Me too. Got an early morning. See you.” Harry says after you, looking at you not-so-discreetly as he gets his stuff.

When you’re both outside he instantly pulls you away from the windows and kisses you. It’s hard and passionate and needy and it’s almost like he―

“Missed you.” he says in between kisses, his hands going to grip your waist tightly, like he’s yearning for the skin to skin contact.

“Yeah?” you whisper, tugging on his bottom lip which earns you a pained groan.

“Fuck. Mhm. Missed you so much. You smell good.”

You giggle at his admission about your scent and decide to spur him on even more.

“Show me. Take me home, H.”

Waking up next to Harry is something you simultaneously love and wish you never got to experience. Because when this little arrangement is over, you know you’ll miss it too much.

When he wakes up, he doesn’t treat you like his fuck buddy, he treats you like some sort of girlfriend. And you haven’t let it detrimentally affect you yet, but you know it will. And the day it does is when you’ll know you need to end this. End it before someone, scratch that, you get hurt.

“Mornin’, angel. Want some breakfast?” he says, his voice gravelly but also smooth like toffee and it sounds weird but you want to taste it.

“Mhm. Whad’ya making?” you mumble, eyeing his lips.

“Whatever you want. Kiss?”

You smile and lean up to kiss him, taken by surprise when he deepens it and pulls you over his lap. You giggle into the kiss and he smiles with a short chuckle.

“Want anything before I go make it?” he says, obviously trying to start something.

“Harry…”

“Just asking, sweetheart. You know I always want you.” he says with a kiss to your collarbone, “only you” he says softly as if it wasn’t meant to be heard.

“Stop trying to sweet talk me. Go make breakfast.” You push yourself off him and he whines, but obliges, going to make that lovely french toast he knows you want.

You sit up to look through some emails when you hear it, his phone buzzing incessantly on his counter.

You know it shouldn’t bother you, you’re just friends who happen to enjoy each other's sexual company. The idea of him having someone else that he whispers sweet nothing to in his ear just doesn't feel right to you.

You pick up the phone, keeping it face down, (not wanting to see something you know you don’t want to) and walk to the kitchen where Harry is mixing some yummy smelling batter.

“Think someone is trying to reach you.” you try to come off as cool and collected, and you almost convince yourself that you are, but you know you’re not. You curse your sensitivity and watch as he picks up the phone but puts it back down, face down, just as quickly.

“Makin’ your favorite.” He rasps out, turning around to smirk at you. He frowns when your expression isn’t one of your usual excitement.

“You okay, baby?” he inquires, setting the bowl of batter down on the counter and walking over to you. He takes your hands in his and playfully looks into your eyes with faux intensity, “tell me.”

“I’m okay, yeah. Just tired.” It’s only now that you actually wonder how many times you’ve told that lie.

“Worked you over good last night, hmm?” He smirks and you roll your eyes and smile despite yourself, “you sounded like you were having a good time.” he adds cheekily and before you can stop it a giggle breaks from your lips.

“I was.” His ability to make you feel like everything is okay with just a cheeky smile and a couple of words breaks you and mends you at the same time.

“Good girl.” he whispers against your lips, kissing you slowly and softly.

“Back to the food!” he exclaims, breaking away from you to saunter back over to the counter-top.

“Wanna be my sous chef?”

April 1st, April fools.

You never understood the fixation with men’s hands until you started sleeping with Harry.

“Fuck.” he drags out the vowel sound as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, stroking your g-spot in a way you can only describe as affectionately rough, “look at you princess, taking my fingers so fucking well.”

“H..fuck I—” you’re cut off by your own loud moan, praying that no one can hear you two. Your friend group planned a little get together given the fact that it’s april fools and you guys have nothing better to do. You all decided to host it at Harry’s place and he lasted about ten minutes trying to be a good host before he dragged you into the bathroom with a phony excuse that you’re almost sure nobody believed.

When you reach up to cover your mouth, he tuts softly and reaches up to tap three fingers against your hand, signaling he wants it off, “s’my fucking house we can be as loud as we want. You know how much I love your pretty sounds, why’re you trying to keep ‘em from me, huh? Being bad?” he says in that condescending tone that you simultaneously love and hate.

“N-no, please H. M’not being bad jus-just please.”

“Love it when you beg. Soaking me like this and I’ve only given you two fuckin’ fingers–”

“Gonna cum.” you interrupt him with your frantic moan, he’s always very adamant about you asking for permission. He needs to be in control like that. He needs to have that control over your body and your pleasure. He thrives on it. “Can I please, please cum?”

“Fuck. You’re sqeezin’ me so fucking tight. Gonna make a mess all over my fingers, baby? Give it to me.”

“Yes, yes yes” you feel that white hot pleasure building in what feels like every nerve in your body and your muscles start to jerk as you cope with all the pleasure overriding your system. You ramble out a couple praises mixed in with Harry’s name and your hand tangles in his hair which he groans at. You pray to every god that you can think of that nobody downstairs can hear the way he’s ruining you.

“There you go, baby.” he doesn’t stop with his fingers, keeping a rhythm that only intensifies your release. When you choke on a moan that sounds more like a sob, he kisses your temple gently and soothes you with his voice, “I know, I know. Feels too good, doesn’t it?”

You’re not sure if he expects a response, but even if he did you’re not in any state to give one. His fingers have turned your brain into a mushy mess.

“You’re okay darling. Always making me so proud.” He whispers as you come down, slowly pulsing his fingers inside you still to help you ride it out.

“Jesus christ.” you sigh and he chuckles softly.

“What was our excuse again?” he asks before leaning down to your lips to kiss you, his kiss full of the lust that’s swimming in his forest eyes.

“Dunno, something about getting the movies that we were gonna watch,” you giggle softly against his lips and he smiles.

You get some movies from his bedroom so that you don’t seem too suspicious and go back downstairs to your friends. The heat of embarrassment makes itself known every time someone asks you or Harry what took so long or what distracted you up there.

“What could you guys possibly have been doing for eight whole minutes?” a friend of yours asks incredulously with a joking tone.

“We couldn’t find the movie we wanted. Duh.” Harry shoots back with a quickness, smirking softly when he looks over to you. And he can read your body like a book. He knows you’re a little embarrassed at the idea of people finding out that you guys have been fooling around.

You’re playing with the lobe of your ear as everyone takes in Harry’s response and laughs. Someone tells another joke that just amplifies the laughter but Harry’s only looking at you. Playing with the lobe of your ear is one of your many obvious tells with your anxiety. He makes a mental note to check on you later.

During the movie he plops himself right in between you and one of your friends, making both of you giggle. He swings his arm around your shoulder and leans down to whisper in your ear. The heat and tickle of his whisper sends a shiver down your spine and you know that the position you guys are in is less than discreet but you can’t really find it in yourself to care when he’s close like this. “You okay?” he asks in an earnest tone, his hand gently squeezing your shoulder for good measure. You nod softly and he smiles, softly tugging you closer.

April 9th, Easter.

Easter was always a fun holiday, especially for your god children, you always loved to see the little kids run around in search of the little painted eggs. It reminded you of a time when you were in their position, blissful and young. You often refer to those as the ‘good old days’, but you can’t quite complain about how you ended up.

You’re talking to your sister’s baby boy when your phone rings, you pull it out to see a picture of Harry sleeping in bed and you smile, you remember when you took that picture.

“Hello?”

“Hi, pretty. Where are you?” he sounds kind of breathless, like he’s been running a mile.

“At an Easter egg hunt. You?”

He chuckles darkly before speaking. “Dunno. Just missin’ you.” he says. You squint your eyes in suspicion.

“Missing me?” you say with the same suspicion laced in your voice. You’re starting to understand what he’s playing at.

“Missing your sweet cunt. God, the way you taste. Need you on my tongue.” he spews out in what seems like one breath.

“Jesus Christ, Harry. What has gotten into you?” you hiss, quickly getting up out of your seat and away from prying eyes and ears.

“God, I can almost imagine it.” you hear his whisper and the neediness radiating off of his voice makes you press your thighs together. He’s touching himself. He’s fucking his hand to the thought of your taste and it’s driving you mad. “Want you to sit on my face next time, have your thighs shaking around my head, your pussy drenchin’ me―fuck!” he whimpers.

“Harry…” you say, it’s supposed to be some type of warning but the arousal starting to pool in your underwear has your voice coming out shaky and unstable.

“Love it when you say my name like that. Again. Say it again, please baby.” he begs, shamelessly. You can tell he’s close, the strain in his voice, the crackly over-the-phone sound of the wetness of his strokes.

“Harry I―”

“Fuck fuck fuck, I fuckin’ need you. Please, please.” he keeps whispering the word “please” under his breath, gasping out moans and whines, “gonna cum, gonna cum.”

You decide there's no harm in spurring him on a bit, “come for me, Harry.”

You hear a broken “fuck” before a series of his beautiful sounds fill your ears. You squeeze your eyes shut at the onslaught of stimulation, butterflies swarming around in your tummy.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah fuck.” you whisper and you hear his laugh on the other end.

“Sorry―Sorry I um― called you like that. I just, fuck, really needed you. Was so fuckin’ hard. Y’have no idea.” he breathes out.

“I…um. I missed you too.” you don’t know why you cringed at yourself after saying it, but it’s almost like Harry can read your mind because he chuckles and speaks in a reassuring tone, “that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. When will I see you again missy?”

“Dunno. I’ve been a little busy with work and…stuff. I’ll have my people call your people to see when I can fit you into my schedule.” you joke, biting your lip softly and toying with your necklace as you wait for his response.

When you hear a soft laugh a smile is immediately brought to your face. That laugh could melt you. His voice is like velvet when he speaks, “I’ll have you soon. We both know you can’t stay away. You need me for my slutty waist and washboard abs as you usually say.”

You try your best to hold in your laugh so as to not inflate his ego, but it slips out before you have permission and both of you are laughing before you feel a delicate tap on your leg. You’re met with your nephew when you turn around and look down to find the source of the touch.

“Can we pway more bunnies?” your nephew says to you and you nod softly, “just give me one second honey.” He nods and walks back to the place you guys were sitting and you smile as you watch him.

“I’ve gotta go but I’ll text you, alright?”

“See you soon, petal.”

May 31st, Memorial Day.

“That kiss the cook apron is really working for you, Harry I’ve got to say.” you giggle at your friend Jamal’s shout at Harry.

It’s another one of your favorite holidays and you and your friends are all at the beach. The sun is beaming on your skin and warming you in the best way while the breeze balances it out, cooling you in the places needed. “Take it off! Take it off!” you join the chant, having trouble even speaking in between laughs.

“You guys are fucking ridiculous” Harry chuckles. He smirks and reaches behind him to pretend to take the apron off, laughing when everybody’s cheers get louder.

When the food is done and everyone is full, the girls lay on the sand while the guys are across from you guys making sandcastles like children. You look over at Harry and feel your stomach twist in a way that it’s been doing recently that you can’t stand. He just looks so good. You don’t know how else to explain it. Especially in this light, the warm sunset creating a golden glow against him. The soft amber tones kissed his skin and the sunshine he usually radiated with his personality seemed to radiate physically, as if he was being infused with the sun’s very essence.

You couldn’t stop yourself from sitting up to go and talk to him. He looked up at you in the position he was in on his knees and smiled, his eyes squinted from the direct sunlight.

“Hey. Fancy going for a walk?” the way he says it seems like he’s been waiting for the opportunity to do so. The sun shifts and his expression softens as he awaits your response.

You nod and put your hand out for him to take it, and he rolls his eyes playfully but takes your hand anyway. You try not to think about what the rest of the group might think as you walk away with him, hand in hand. It’s not lost on you that you guys look like a couple, but Harry has always been touchy with his friends, some might say too touchy, so you pray that they’ll just attribute it to that.

He swings your hands as you guys walk, and constantly rakes his fingers through his damp hair with his free hand. You kind of wish he wouldn’t because you love the way his curls fall over his face.

“I feel like we’ve both been so busy. I haven’t gotten to see you as much as I want to.” You stop walking, you guys are a bit of a good distance away from everyone else and he’s starting to get more affectionate with you. His hands trail up to your arm to cradle your neck and he rubs your jaw affectionately. He leans down to ghost his lips against your neck and whispers, “I’ve missed you.”

There’s something so poetic about the way his voice carries with the wind and the distant sound of the waves crashing around you guys. You melt into his hands when his lips finally make actual contact with your skin and you have to fight hard to suppress the whimper that threatens to leave your mouth.

“Tell me you’ll come home with me tonight. Please.” He suckles on your neck gently, causing the moan you were suppressing to finally force its way out.

“I will. Anything you want.” you pant out, tangling your hands into his hair. You sigh when he pulls away from you but you can’t complain when you get the view of the sun reflecting in his eyes. It feels like you’re frozen in time as you look at him. The sun has set a bit more and the atmosphere is colored a fiery orange that bleeds more into a red. His eyes mimic the water in the way they glisten and his pink lips almost make you weak just looking at them. Especially considering the way those lips were just all over you.

Harry’s staring at you in awe, the way the deep colored rays dance against your skin made it seem like a thousand stars fell from the sky just to adorn you. You’ve always been beautiful, but in this very moment, you’re transcendent. To him it’s like you constantly exceed any expectation for beauty he could possibly have. Everything about you is like a masterpiece to him. He wonders why it took him so long to grasp just how weak the sight of you makes him. He gives you one soft kiss and then pulls back too quickly. He takes your hand and starts walking with you back to the rest of the group.

Looking at him now, you wonder why it took you so long to grasp just how deep you are in this. Having thoughts of freezing time and staying in this moment so you can look at him forever are dangerous thoughts. Thoughts that almost make it seem like you’re in love.

Dangerous.

October 31st, Halloween.

“Jesus, babe.” Harry brings his finger up and moves it in a circular motion, “do a spin for me.”

You giggle and spin around, making sure to do it slowly so he can really take in the way this dress hugs your figure in all the right ways. He whistles and you can’t stop the laugh from leaving your lips.

Ever since your realization at the beach, things have been so simple between you two. You thought it would complicate things, but everything has been perfect. So incredibly perfect. It’s almost like he knew that you were starting to feel something more, the way he’s been treating you these past couple months is so different. Different in a good way. The amount of attention and care that he’s devoted to you makes your stomach with more butterflies than you can handle.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you tell him, walking up closer to him, having to look up at him. Your confidence wanes the slightest bit at his intense eye contact when he looks down at you with an amused smirk on his face.

“Yeah? I look good enough for you?” he quips, dangerously close to your lips as he speaks, “I was worried you know? S’hard to measure up to you.”

Ever the flirt, he is.

“You’re overdoing it now.” you deadpan and back away from him, making him throw his head back in a cackle. It was Harry’s idea to go to the Halloween party in matching costumes. You were a little shocked at first but you’d never turn down an opportunity to match with the most fashionable man you know.

“Our ride is gonna be here in about….” he looks down at an imaginary watch on his wrist, “fifteen minutes. Whadya say we sneak a quickie in?” he smirks at you and chuckles when you roll your eyes.

“It’s this fucking outfit,” he practically growls, his hands palm at your ass, “driving me insane, baby.”

“And whose idea was it?” you tilt your head as you speak, making a point to move his hands from your ass to your waist. “I’m not gonna be late because of you again, Harry. Keep your hands at appropriate places at all times.” you scold him.

“Yes it was my idea,” he sighs. “A very good but painful idea that I take full credit fo—” a car beeping outside interrupts his sentence and his brow furrows while you smirk at him.

Right…fifteen minutes.

Getting in the car and seeing all your friends dressed in all their Halloween outfits already has you excited for the rest of the night. Harry was very adamant about your seating arrangement when the car got too cramped, eagerly offering up his lap as a seat replacement for you. You of course took it, and you’ve spent the whole ride fighting your body’s natural reaction to his little teasing touches.

You want to kill him by the time you finally arrive at the party. He knew exactly what he was doing in that car, he knows the effect his touches have on you and you know he’s doing this as “payback” for how you’re torturing him in your outfit.

It’s not hard to make your rounds and do all the socializing that you’ve equipped yourself for before Harry is immediately stealing you away from people.

“Wanna dance with you.” is all he says, dragging you to the dancefloor. You look around as you guys settle, the vibe around is nothing short of raunchy. Looking at all of the other couples around you, you can tell that they all want to take each other home and tear each other’s clothes off. After cooling off with a couple drinks and conversations, you weren’t exactly in that mindset anymore, but you have a feeling that Harry is about to take you right back there.

His hands smooth down your waist, boldly cupping your ass and he slowly grinds against him to the rhythm of the song, you feel his gentle breath before you hear his voice. “You’re killing me, petal. Been picturing tearing this dress off of you all. Fucking. Night.”

Your breath catches in your throat and you let his hands lead you as you push your head further into his neck, “M’not doing anything though. What’s got you this worked up?” You pout at him condescendingly. He knows feigning innocence when he’s needy like this is your favorite thing to do. It makes you feel a sort of power that you usually don’t get with him to hear him say that you make him into a mess.

“You fucking know, baby. You know what you’re doing to me.” he’s whining out his words at this point, and you thank god that the music is as loud as it is so everyone else can’t hear how this man is falling apart in your hands.

“Can’t think of anything else. The only thought in my mind is watching you come on my cock. God it’d be so easy to just fuck you right here. Know you’ve already made a mess of yourself. It’d be so easy to give you what I know you need right now.”

You’re panting at this point, delirious with pleasure. It should be illegal the way he can talk you into almost anything with that voice. You don’t care about anything or anyone else around you, all you can think about is how desperately you need him to quell that ache that’s building inside you.

“Fuck. Take me home. Take me home right now, H.”

As soon as he hears you he’s moving. He doesn’t even bother to let your friends know where you’re going. He just drags you outside and starts tapping on his phone to get you guys an uber.

The ride to his house is tortuous. He sits you in his lap almost immediately and his hands find a home on your hips, making a point to drag you slowly back and forth across his thigh.

Every roll against his thigh drives you further and further into oblivion and you don’t think you can wait any longer to get what you so desperately need. You suppose you’ll let him have his fun though, his little taste of “payback” for how bad he’s been aching this whole night.

The second the driver stops, it’s like Harry couldn’t get you off of his lap fast enough (something you never thought you’d say) and he’s dragging you up to the house. He wanted to kiss you as soon as you got out of the car but he knew you wouldn’t appreciate doing that in front of the driver. No matter how turned on you are.

As soon as you guys step into the house, he closes the door behind him and his lips are already on you. Your mind is instantly turned into mush with the way he claims your lips. It’s like he can’t even wait long enough to get you upstairs. He’s immediately getting down on his knees and kissing and sucking his way up your thighs, “so fucking beautiful and soft. You feel like a fucking dream. Dreamy girl.”

He trails his hands slowly upwards and takes a hold of your thin lace panties. Although he pulls them down gently, you can see the impatience in his eyes and feel it in his grip. He’s beginning to lose his resolve and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

Your skirt is pushed up and resting on your hips before you can blink. The way you’ve been pressing your thighs together since you got in the house has been deemed useless when he forcefully pushes them apart, his hands gripping the flesh so hard you fear it might leave marks.

“Wanna feel you come on my tongue. Missed it so much. Will you let me?” he sucks marks that only the two of you will be able to see in your inner thighs. You can barely find it in you to answer his question. Everything about the way he’s touching you, to his voice, to the smell of his cologne and your arousal mixed together is heightening all of your senses and making your brain short circuit.

You nod hoping that would be enough, but you should’ve known better. “Words. You know better, baby.” he tsks, continuing his kisses along your sensitive skin.

“Yes, yes. Please.” Is all you can manage to get out. The second the first yes leaves your lips, his mouth is exactly where you need it the most. He’s not wasting any time tonight, getting straight to the point of making you lose yourself on his tongue. Usually he drags it out, edges you or teases you with his tongue, but he’s aching so bad. He needs to be inside you before he loses his mind.

His tongue swirls messily against your clit and you’re so sensitive that you tense with almost every stroke. He’s moaning against you in a way that you would find obnoxious if it wasn’t him, but because it is him, it just adds to your pleasure. He’s behaving as if he’s a man starved. As if he’s been a dessert and you’re that stream of water that he’s been yearning for.

You tangle your hand into his hair and let your head tip back against the door. You can’t be bothered to worry about the volume of the moans you’re letting out and how they travel through the empty house. You’re too consumed in how good he’s making you feel. That’s the good thing about having a sexual partner like this. You’ve had so much time together and he’s made the most diligent effort to learn your body. He knows every signal, every tick, every indication. And he uses it all to his advantage.

You sob lowly when he slides his fingers into your heat, immediately curling them up to hit that spot that makes you shake. You pull your head off of the door to look down at him, only to find his eyes already on you. His intense green eyes bore into yours and it’s almost as if they’re communicating with your eyes. He urges you to let go for him with that unspoken language that you’re now fluent in.

He fucks you deep with his fingers while his tongue continues it’s very skillful ministrations. Every time he moans into your cunt the vibrations just push you further and further into bliss and you’re almost embarrassed with how close you are so quickly. The sounds you’re making are bordering on pornagraphic when you start clenching down hard on his fingers you know you’re a goner.

He pulls away to egg you on with his voice, “there you go, baby. Getting so fucking tight for me.” you moan at his words and nod. As much as you love the way his tongue was working magic on you, the one thing that will always get you to fall over the edge is his voice.

He’s evil, you decide. He’s evil for the way he toys with your body like he owns it. And at this point, he does own it.

His tongue is back on your clit to offer you that final push off of the edge, he flicks his tongue and sucks with a pressure that you can only describe as mind numbing. Every movement he makes just makes the release that’s brewing even stronger.

A complete mess of syllables leaves your bitten lips as the white hot pleasure consumes you. It feels like a tidal wave swallows you up in its strength and you see no way of coming up for air. You choke out a series of moans that Harry only groans at while he continues to softly lick at your clit and thrust his fingers inside you, like he intends to keep you under.

The hands that were in his hair tug hard as the soft licks start to become a little too much for you to handle. A slightly higher pitched sound leaves him and he relents reluctantly, “can never get enough of your cunt, petal. Never.” He leaves wet kisses all over your thighs in between more praises that you barely register with all the pleasure swimming in your mind.

One thing you can register though, is how bad you need him inside you, “take me upstairs, Harry.”

He stands up almost immediately at that, and he smirks before leaning down to pick you up bridal style. You giggle at his antics and he only chuckles, kissing your cheek as he leads you two up the stairs.

November 23, Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving is by far your favorite holiday. The way you get to spend time with your family, the (amazing) food, just the atmosphere of being happy and thankful with people you love, you look forward to it every year. You’re chilling next to your sister on the couch at your parents house, laughing at one of your dad’s jokes.

You guys have already eaten and you're completely full and sated as you enjoy the company of your family.

The amount of times you’ve checked your phone should be considered embarrassing, but you can’t find it in yourself to stop. You invited Harry over for dinner. And it’s really no big deal, he’s been your friend for a while, long before the whole arrangement started. And he’s met your family so many times that they wouldn’t even bat an eye. His family lives in London and he’s in the U.S. for work so he’s come over for Thanksgiving plenty of times.

You feel a nudge on your shoulder and you look over at your sister who has a soft knowing smirk on her face.

Uh oh. You know that expression.

You give her a deadpanned look, “what?”

Her smile grows at the way you can read her so well and you urge her with your eyes to tell you what’s on her mind.

“So…what’s going with you and Harry?” her eyes are squinted in that specific way that tells you that she knows exactly what’s going on with you and Harry, she just wants to hear you say it. “It’s just…you guys have been posting each other a lot, tagging each other in posts and all that. And the last time I saw you guys, you seemed super domestic.”

You don’t doubt that. Even though you and Harry still place yourselves under the “friends with benefits” label, you guys have gotten way closer emotionally. You’re always together now. You sleep over at his house almost every night, sometimes without even sleeping together. You guys have been glued at the hip ever since Halloween. And it’s great, honestly. It feels great.

“It’s nothing, it’s just…” you shrug your shoulders and a sheepish look graces your face, “I think I sort of…like him”

Your sister can barely register what you said before your head is snapping to the sound of the doorbell ringing. You look back at your sister and she smirks at you softly with a soft raise of her eyebrow.

Your mom gets up to open it and immediately shrieks in surprise, “Harry! I had no idea you were coming!” you smile at the genuine joy in her voice and then at Harry’s voice when he speaks, “she didn’t tell you I was coming?” You can hear the smile in his voice and it immediately brings the one you were trying to hide back on your face.

“And you brought a date!” your mom exclaims.

Your smile drops.

Your heart follows your smile and you immediately feel a pit deep in your stomach that twists and twists until you can’t take it anymore.

A hot wave of embarrassment comes next when your sister tenses next to you. You had just told her that you actually might like someone, that you actually might like Harry. And here he is with a date.

Your mom steps aside to let them in and your stomach twists even tighter. She’s beautiful. And you’re sure she’s kind and charismatic and perfect and everything Harry would want and deserve in a woman.

You don’t even wanna see the look on your sister’s face, you don’t want to see the pity in her eyes when she realizes that you’re completely hopeless.

You feel tears gathering in your waterline and you blink them away. You almost want to feel angry. He brought her here? At your parents house? You know that technically you two don’t owe each other anything but there’s a level of respect that you figure one is supposed to have when sleeping with someone.

You suddenly feel scared to see his face. You wonder if he’ll look guilty, or completely indifferent. You honestly don’t know which one is worse.

You’re even more nervous that he’ll see your face and realize how much this is hurting you. How much it’s hurting you to realize that, although you two are friends, he never felt for you what you felt for him. That you were just a warm body he used when he needed it, and you happily offered it to him. Over and over.

A plethora of emotions hit you at once, and after you cycle through confusion, sadness, and anger, you just feel stupid.

Your mom says your name and you’re very harshly snapped out of your thoughts, “figured you’d surprise us for the holiday, huh?” your mom has the most gentle smile on your face and it almost makes you crumble more. You look over to your mom and you immediately feel his intense gaze on you. That same intense gaze that used to make you melt only makes all of your muscles seize in the worst way at this very moment. You refuse to meet his eyes cause you know that if you do, you’ll break.

You force a smile and pray that it’s not too obvious how you’re not even acknowledging him, “guess so, mom.”

You and your sister share a look and you communicate without words that she’ll cover for you if you have to leave. She nods at you with a knowing look and you return the look, mentally preparing yourself to lie to everyone here and say you have to go.

You pick your stuff up and get up to walk towards the door. “Harry,” you address him for the first time since he came, “thank you so much for coming. I didn’t think you’d actually make it.”

He furrows his brows and leans towards you, extending his arm out to pull you into an awkward side hug, “of course I’d make it.” you feel yourself tense as you feel his touch and you hope he doesn’t notice. You nod against his shoulder and sigh. His cologne envelopes your senses and you bask in the comfort of his warm hug. You’re utterly torn between the two feelings it offers you, a feeling of discomfort conflicting with a feeling of home.

“How are you? You look lovely.” he kisses your cheek and the all too familiar feeling of his stubble rubbing against your skin threatens to bring a new wave of tears to your eyes.

“I’m fine–” you barely get the words out before he’s interrupting you. A huge smile graces his face and he looks down at the girl he’s got his arm around, squeezing her shoulder gently before he speaks and you already know what he’s going to say.

“I want you to meet—”

You can’t do it.

“I’d love to talk but I’ve got a work emergency and I really need to go.” you watch his face drop. His eyebrows furrow tightly together and a frown graces his face. You can tell he’s confused, he knows that you would never leave Thanksgiving early for any work emergency and you would never leave as soon as he shows up.

You go to walk but his hand leaves his date like he’s been burned by her skin and he reaches out for you, grabbing your arm tight. His eyes are swimming with an expression you can’t quite place and he squeezes your arm with a quick pulse, “where’re you going? I just got here.” his voice dips and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he’s hurt by you leaving. Right now you can’t even begin to worry about him being hurt with the pain radiating in your chest right now.

“S’work, H. I’m really sorry,” you turn to address the girl next to him, “it’s really nice to meet you. I’m sorry we couldn’t talk more.” and with that you’re out of there before anyone can say anything else. As soon as the door shuts behind you, you take a deep, shaky breath and bring your hand up to your neck to soothe the ache that’s developing in your jaw from holding in your tears.

You decide then and there that you need to get it together. Harry doesn’t owe you anything, you guys are strictly friends with benefits. You weren’t supposed to get attached and caught up in the strings. You’ll try your absolute best to be a mature adult about this and not take your pain out on him cause as much as this hurts you, he doesn’t deserve to be treated the way you treat people when you’re hurt.

And with that decision, you come to another. You need some time apart from Harry.

December 24, Christmas Eve.

Christmas Eve. Another one of your favorites. The anticipation and festive energy in the air felt palpable and everywhere you looked there was joy. The land outside was covered in white and the air felt crisp and cold. You loved the kind of air where it gave you little goosebumps as soon as you stepped outside.

You’re watching a cheesy romantic Christmas movie, simultaneously loving and hating it. Loving it because it’s adorable and makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside, hating it because you definitely wish that the leads were you and Harry and it’s making you want to die.

Just as the male lead tells the female lead how much he’s really been crushing on her the whole time they’ve been trying to save her mom’s restaurant, your phone begins to buzz. Unfortunately for you, it’s been buzzing all day.

Harry.

Over and over again.

He’s been texting and calling and truthfully, he actually sounds really concerned.

Harry 11/28/23

Hey petal. Been trying to reach you for a bit. Is everything okay? We good?

Harry 12/1/23

Miss you. Text me.

Harry 12/3/23

Answer meeee please?

Harry 12/7/23

Feel like you’re avoiding me.

Harry 12/7/23

Did I do something? I’m sorry if I did.

Harry 12/14/23

Just please let me know you’re alright. I’m getting worried.

Harry 12/17/23 Starting to think that you’re dead.

Harry 12/22/23

I’m gonna stop bothering you now. But I miss you. Please text me back.

Harry 12/24/23

Okay I lied about the bothering thing. I need to see you and I’m really worried and if you’re dead I’m gonna ask the police to do a wellness check. So answer me.

The sheer desperation in his texts almost broke you, but for all you know he just misses the sex, and the thought of that breaks you even more.

You grab the pillow on your couch and thrust it up to your face to scream into it. The second you get done screaming you hear your doorbell and you jump. You wonder who in their right mind would be out in this weather but you pause your movie and go to open it nonetheless.

What you didn’t expect was a Harry Styles covered in snow at your door.

“Hey...can I come in? S’snowing like really hard.” It breaks your heart a little the way he added that last bit in, like you would refuse him otherwise.

“Of course. Do you want any tea?” you ask, trying to avoid the elephant in the room in case that’s not why he came here.

“No I’m― I came here to um…talk.”

Fuck.

“Okay.” You giggle, trying to lighten the mood but his sullen expression stays put.

“I’m still gonna start the kettle in case you want any―”

“Why’re you pulling away from me?” he blurts out.

“Wha―”

“I literally haven’t spoken to you in weeks. Have I done something wrong? I―I” he pauses to compose himself and your frown deepens, “I miss you. Miss you so much and I just wanted to make sure we were okay.”

You push yourself away from the couch and walk up to him, making sure to keep eye contact knowing how important it is to him,”of course we are, H.”

“You haven’t spoken to me in like a mo―”

“Shh, shh. Was just swamped with work. You know how I get all in my head.” You know you shouldn’t be lying to him, you really shouldn’t. But the way he’s talking like the idea of you purposely ignoring him breaks him, you don’t have it in you to let him suffer any longer.

He nods and you smile at him, bringing your hands up to tangle in his hair, “we’re okay. I promise.”

“Promise?” he whispers and your heart flutters.

“Yeah.” You hate lying to his face.

You start your steps to go to the kitchen but his grip on your wrist pulls you back, nearly crashing into his chest.

“Want a kiss, please.” his voice never leaves that soft whisper. You lean in to give him a soft kiss, suddenly feeling a pit in your stomach that only deepens the closer you get to him. You’ve always had a bad habit of putting someone’s comfort over yours.

“Do you want tea?” you whisper against his lips.

“Always want some fuckin’ tea.” he says with a smirk and a quiet chuckle, that joyful inflection back in his voice and that familiar sparkle back in his eyes.

When you step out of the kitchen with the tea he’s sitting on the couch in a relaxed manner, picking at the loose strings in your pillows and watching the movie you have on. His lips stretch in a gentle smile when he sees you and you force yourself to return it.

You sit down next to him and he places his hand softly on your thigh, leaning over to you to place a soft kiss on your jaw. He trails more and more down to your neck and you feel your stomach twist. Your hand shoots to his chest to halt any further movement and you rush out words in a short breath, “We can’t.” There’s a beat of silence. He backs away quickly to not make you uncomfortable and you sigh and whisper, “...I can’t”

Your eyes flick up to meet his gaze and you can tell that without an explanation your rejection stings him a little.

“Don’t you have like…a thing? With that girl you brought to Thanksgiving?” you watch his face twist tightly in confusion and you can’t bear to hear him make excuses or lie to you so you just continue to ramble, “does she even know that you’re sleeping with other people? With me? Like if I was your girlfriend I’d be pretty fucking pissed that you’re over here and touching me after bringing her to Thanksgiving of all places—”

“Shut up.” He cuts off your ramble sharply. You suck in a breath at his tone (and after speaking all those words without a break) and your chest tightens at his stern expression.

“W-what?” you fumble through the word. Never in your life have you seen him this angry. He’s looking at you with a gaze that can only be described as absolutely vexed.

“That’s why you’ve been avoiding me?” If there’s one thing Harry is, it’s smart. He’s absolutely not an idiot. But you absolutely are for not realizing just how well he knows you, “you’ve barely spoken to me for a month. Didn’t answer my calls, texts, not going out when you know I’d be there because you thought I’d betray your trust like that and just pop up one day with a fucking girlfriend!?” You can tell that he’s trying to control his volume and anger. The way his fist and jaw is clenched is an obvious indication.

“Well what was I supposed to think, Harry? You brought her and she was beautiful and you had your hand on her wai–”

“And you weren’t gonna let me explain myself!? I’d never do that to you. It was—We–we had a deal!” he exclaims incredulously, ducking down to meet your eyes when you try and look away.

“I know we had a deal, H. I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions—” He interrupts you again and you sigh deeply.

“And I can’t believe that you would think…I thought it was different…I thought you…” he trails off, his voice getting softer as his speaking slows.

“You thought I what?” you ask urgently. He looks down at his hands and picks at the nail on his thumb. You frown softly, “you thought I what, H?”

His expression almost looks tortured as he trains his gaze on his fingers. You suddenly feel terrible. You ignored him for so long all over a simple misunderstanding. You think back to the moment that it all happened and figure you might have avoided all of this if you just let him properly introduce her like he was trying to. Your lip trembles softly at the idea of hurting him and he sighs.

“I thought you felt the same way as I did. I thought it wasn’t just a deal to you.” he admisses so very quietly. So quiet that if the TV was any louder you wouldn’t have heard it. His brows are tightly knit together and his lips are turned down into a deep pout.

Harry almost regretted it when he said it. He knows that if you truly don’t feel the same, it’ll never go back to the way it was, and he’ll lose the person he cares about the most. He’ll lose the person he loves the most. His heart squeezes painfully in his chest and he avoids looking up at your expression in fear that your expression will be less than kind.

He speaks before you can even process what he just said, “Ellie’s my cousin.” he breathes out a humorless laugh, “the girl I brought to Thanksgiving. I thought you’d love her.” the soft tone and volume of his voice remains constant.

You feel like your brain just short circuited. Harry just told you that he actually has feelings for you. That all this time he’s been thinking about you in the same way that you’ve been thinking about him. All this time.

And you’re sitting here like an idiot letting him stew in confusion and not saying a word.

“Oh my god.” you gasp like you’ve suddenly been slapped back into reality. Your hands rush over to him like they have a mind of their own with thoughts that tell them that they need to be close to him. You grasp his face in your hands and pull his head up so you can look into his eyes.

“H.” you sigh. He watches your mouth form around the word and he decides right then and there that no matter what you’re going to say next, no matter if you reject him and tell him you could never see him that way, you will always make him weak. Looking into your eyes will always break and mend him at the same time, the sound of you saying his name will always make him crumble.

“Of course I feel the same way. Are you kidding? I thought that you didn’t.” you finally, finally admit. It immediately feels like a giant weight has been lifted off of your chest and you almost wanna cry at how freeing it feels.

“Are you serious?” he laughs, although you can see that his eyes are a bit glossy. You pout softly, nodding and leaning down to envelop his lips in yours.

“I’ve always needed you, petal. Even before the sex. I need you to know that.” he speaks with conviction. He needs you to know that it’s not just the sex muddling his brain and making him attached. He really truly loves you. Everything about you.

“I know, I know H.” you nod again.

“You’ve got no fuckin’ idea how much I missed you, petal. No clue.” His voice is thick with emotion, but also filled with that familiar lust that you missed so much.

You scoot closer to him on the couch and throw your legs around his lap to straddle him, “feel like showing me?”

He chuckles darkly, his hands quickly landing on your waist. His mouth closes to form into a smirk when you blatantly offer your body up for him like this. A soft noise leaves you in reaction to the tight grip he has on your waist.

Your hips take on a mind of their own when they start to shift against him. A soft hiss followed by a groan leaves his lips. It’s like your lips are magnets the way you can’t keep them away from each other. He leans up to kiss you and the movement of your hips intensifies.

You can see it in his eyes that he’s thinking of some sort of punishment to sort out your behavior of the past month. The intensity in his expression makes you feel a sort of anxiousness that throws you for a loop. You feel a little scared, but all the excitement and anticipation just overrides that tiny bit of fear.

He leans closer to you to leave open mouthed kisses all over the exposed skin of your chest, he kisses until he reaches the fabric of your shirt and his hand falls to your ass, gripping it tightly while urging you to continue the movement of your hips against him.

“Gonna have to teach you a lesson it seems.” His voice is husky and deep when he speaks, you know that he has the capacity to absolutely ruin you tonight, and you know that he will.

He taps your hip with his fingers, his usual signal that he needs you to stand up. Your brows furrow in confusion briefly, but the confusion is gone as soon as it came when he speaks.

“Do me a favor, honey?”

You nod eagerly.

“Get out that vibrator you’ve got in your dresser, clothes off and wait for me in your room.” His voice held a velvety, sensual tone, and combined with what he said, you’re nearly weak in the knees. When you stand there for a moment, having a bit of trouble getting your body to move as fast as your brain, he urges you with a raise of his eyebrow and you immediately spring into action.

You hear his quiet murmur of “good girl” as you start to walk to your room. Every nerve in your body is buzzing with anticipation. Harry is already amazing in the bedroom with just him, imagining the pleasure you’ll feel with him and the toy is making you squeeze your thighs together and your eyes shut as you dwell in your thoughts.

You sat down on your bed (very submissively, you hope it’ll get you some brownie points) with your vibrator laying next to you. Just when you’re starting to get impatient, the door opens with Harry on the other side of it. There’s a very distinct hunger in his eyes as he looks at you, as his gaze travels the length of your body. You can tell he appreciates the way you’re sitting.

He doesn’t waste any time walking towards you and kneeling until his knees touch the floor and he’s level with where you need him the most. His hands find purchase on your thighs, immediately squeezing and prodding at them like he’s playing with his favorite toy (which he technically is), “you’re so good for me, petal. Doing as I asked.”

His eyes flick up to yours after he speaks, and the eye contact, especially when he’s got that look going, makes you melt. You’re hyper aware of the tortuous way his hands are trailing upwards. He knows the way his touch works you up no matter where it is, and he’s using it to his advantage.

A sharp gasp rips from your throat when he spreads your thighs apart. It’s embarrassing how wet you’ve gotten from just the anticipation and thought of what he’s going to do to you. The groan that he let out once he saw what a mess you’ve made is an indication that he was pleased.

“Jesus, petal. Look what you’ve done…” he stares at your center with an expression of deep desire as he reaches out a hand to trail two fingers through your folds, collecting your arousal on his fingertips, “messing up your sheets, baby. This all for me?”

You can’t help but obediently nod, meeting his eyes with a pleading look, “only for you, promise. Please?”

His face is painted with an expression of faux confusion, that condescending look that makes you clench around nothing and tip your head up to the ceiling in frustration. You know from that look this is going to be harder than you thought. He’s in the mood to tease. He’s going to break you.

“Please? Please what, baby. What do you need from me?” You’re impressed by the way he’s looking at you like he’s actually concerned and wondering what you want, and although you know it’s an act and he’s not asking because he truly plans on giving it to you, you still give in.

“Touch me, Harry. Need it.” You should be embarrassed at the whiny inflection in your voice as you beg him, but you can’t find it in yourself to feel shame when you’re aching as bad as you are.

“You need it?” He teases and you know even he’s getting tired of this waiting game because his expression has melted down into a lazy grin, enjoying the way he’s torturing you.

You can tell that he isn’t exactly mad any more, which you’re grateful for. He’s just enjoying toying with the body that he knows so well.

You scoff and roll your eyes, pushing your hips towards him needily. It earns you a dark chuckle and a sigh, “alright, alright.”

Without leaving his position on his knees, he reaches for the vibrator. Before you can beg any more, he’s switching it on and bringing it down to where you need it the most. He doesn’t even offer up a warning before he’s placing it directly on your clit, ripping a shocked moan from your throat.

“Yeah?” His voice is taunting and low, and if the vibrator was any louder you wouldn’t be able to hear him, but it still hits you right in the gut like his voice usually does when he talks to you like this, “is that good? Right here?”

“Fuck, yes. Stay right there.” you stutter through your words in a way that you know he’ll tease you for later, but you don’t have the brain capacity to care right now. All you can think about and feel is him, that vibrator on your clit, the way he’s talking.

When he presses it harder against you, you breathe in deeply, exhaling in a whiney moan. He’s making you unravel at a quick and embarrassing pace and the sensations are overwhelming you. Your hips start to shift in tandem with the way he’s slowly rubbing the head of the vibrator back and forth against your clit, the sounds that leave your throat travel straight to his cock that’s still confined in his pants. He growls lowly when he notices your thighs start to shake and leans closer to suck kisses into them, “close already? Fuck look at that, honey…” he’s referring to the way your arousal is coating the toy. He almost feels tempted to bring it to his lips and clean it off, “this dreamy cunt needed it so bad, hm?”

You couldn’t respond even if you tried, your brain a mess of syllables and sounds that you’re meant to put together. All you can manage is a string of whimpers as you get closer and closer to your peak.

Harry watches your every move, so in tune with every twitch of your body and every sound you make. He moans along with you as you come undone, making sure to keep the toy right where it’s been to help you ride it out, anything to keep making his girl feel good.

You reach for his hand to ground you and he quickly gives you what you need, interlocking your fingers and groaning when you squeeze tightly, “there you go…fuck.”

You push yourself away from the toy when it becomes too much as best as you can, desperate to escape the onslaught of overstimulation and he chuckles, pulling the toy off of you. You can barely grip your bearings as he brings the toy to his lips to clean off with his tongue, he moans needily when he tastes you and squeezes your hand as if to say he’s proud of you.

He puts the toy down next to you and starts to kiss his way up your body. Mumbling little words of encouragement and praise on his journey to your lips.

“Did such a good job.”

“M’so proud of you.”

“You come so pretty.”

“So beautiful.”

When you guys are face to face he pinches your lips with his fingers before he leans down to kiss you, moaning into the kiss since he was deprived of them in the short time that he was making you come.

“Hi.” You breathe out in a chuckle, your mind still muddled from the post climactic haze. He returns your greeting, his voice soft and tender with an adoration filled expression on his face.

“Aren’t you like–” you motion your head downwards to refer to the way he’s straining in his pants and a chuckle leaves his lips. He nods gently, still staring at you with that fond look in his eye.

“Mhm.” he mumbles. He repositions himself so he can take off his clothes and after he teases you for nearly drooling over his abs, comes back down to rest against you so that your chests are touching, “you wanna keep going?”

You know he’s asking to be respectful, but you can also tell that if you say no he’d probably cry. You can feel how hard he is against your thigh and see the strain in his expression. He subtly shifts his hips every so often against your skin and you have to fight back a smirk at how needy he is.

You nod before you remember his thing about verbal consent and you mumble out a soft yes. As soon as he has your permission, he’s connecting your lips and lining up his tip with your entrance. He drags his tip back and forth against you, your body twitching in sensitivity every time he passes over your clit.

A guttural groan leaves him as he finally fills you, a groan that melts into a whine as you clench down around him tightly, forcing yourself to adjust to the burning stretch that you’ve missed so much.

“Fuck, I missed you.” The sound of his voice and the sounds he’s making just make you clench down tighter around him, “how do you always feel this fucking good? Squeezing me like a vice, pretty.”

He sets a rhythm that has him hitting that spot inside you that makes you melt every time, somehow even though he’s been aching in his pants for so long his focus still remains solely on bringing you pleasure, making you feel good, “s’that okay, sweet girl. S’it good for you? Am I giving this needy cunt what it needs?”

You know he doesn’t expect you to respond but he speaks anyway. He’s well aware of the effect his voice has on you.His deliberate thrusts gain more momentum with every reaction you give him. He truly feeds on your pleasure. It’s as if he suddenly remembers the emotional turmoil you forced the both of you to go through the past month, because his thrusts begin to get more purposeful. Rougher, more pointed motions of his hips rip noises from you that you’re sure is gonna give you a sore throat later.

His hand wraps around your throat in a firm grip, leaning down to grit words out into your ear, “you’re mine, understand that? You’re mine. And I’m yours. No one else’s. I belong to you, petal. Just you.”

He fights the strong pull in his chest that tells him to tell you how he really feels, how in love he is with you. How you consume his every thought and how your touch is unlike any other touch he’s ever felt. From the first time he was already addicted. You’re unlike anyone else that he’s ever met, you feel like home.

The force of his thrusts knock all of the air out of your lungs, and all you can do is nod and mumble out an agreement. You need to be his. There might not be anything that you want more right now. Hearing him confess his feelings for you right now as he’s fucking you into oblivion do all the right things for you, and like clockwork, he immediately recognizes what you need and switches back on the vibrator, bringing it right back down to your clit.

“Fuck that’s it, baby. Am I fucking you right, petal? Yeah? Fucking show me then. Come for me.” He presses the toy harder against you and rolls his hips in just the perfect way that makes him rub against that perfect spot inside you and you realize now that he made good on his word of teaching you a lesson. You are sufficiently taught.

He whines loudly at the feeling of you coming around him, mumbling out praises and thank you’s as you milk him for everything he’s worth, “shit, m’gonna fucking come. Fuck keep cumming, baby. Keep fucking squeezing me like that–” his words are cut off with a series of noises that you know is going replay in your head on loop.

He rides out his pleasure with slow, lazy thrusts, hiding his face in your neck as he tries to cope with all the pleasure that’s wracking through his body. You tangle your hands in his hair to offer him some comfort, both of you breathing heavily. He continues to mumble praises into your damp skin, filling you with a warm fuzzy feeling that transcends anything you’ve ever felt before.

When he catches his breath he turns his head to rest it on your shoulder and speaks, “you know I meant it right?”

“Meant what?”

“I’m yours. And you’re mine.”

December 31st, New Years Eve.

Your friend’s makeshift bar is bustling and you chuckle as the poor untrained bartender is trying to grapple with it all. You’re sipping slowly at a glass of champagne when you feel a strong arm link around your waist.

“Mm hi baby.” his deep voice reverberates through your entire body as he speaks directly into your ear. You melt into his grasp and your lips break into a smile that you couldn’t stop even if you tried.

“Harry.” you say cheekily as your hands fall to hold onto his arm. He had just come back from an absolute killer karaoke performance next to your friend’s TV. The whole entire house was cheering for him as he belted out an incredible rendition of “Hopelessly Devoted to You”. Ever the performer, your boyfriend is, “you were amazing. As always.” you giggle and he presses a messy, wet kiss to your cheeks.

He is absolutely glowing tonight. Surrounded by his family, friends, and you. He’s beyond ready to spend the next year being annoyingly in love with you and attached to your hip. In fact, that’s the thing he’s looking forward to the most about the new year, going through every milestone, change, and holiday with the love of his life.

“Always strokin’ m’ego, petal. Looove you.” you laugh loudly at how inebriated he is and lean your head back against his shoulder to get closer to him.

“I love you too, H. I think you’re cut off though.” you chuckle and you can hear the pout in his voice when he speaks.

“Wha’? Wha’s wrong with you? M’not even that drunk m’love.” The irony of his words slurring while he’s trying to convince you that he isn’t drunk isn’t lost on you. You turn around to face him and it’s like his expression melts into a smile when he looks at you.

You don’t know how you never noticed it before, the way he looks at you. He stares at you with so much awe, so much reverence. Ever since you’ve noticed it the first time, it’s the first thing that catches your attention when you guys are together. That damn look.

“Y’so pretty.” He brings his hand up to stroke your face with his thumb.

You turn your face to kiss his palm and he giggles childishly, mumbling something about it tickling.

It’s not long before the countdown starts. Harry and you look at each other in anticipation, wanting to commemorate the first time you guys expressed the affection for each other that’s only increased ten fold.

“I think New Years is m’favorite holiday.” he mumbles out, looking down at you with that familiar fond look.

“Yeah?” you giggle at his admission, “why’s that, H?”

“S’cause it’s the day that I finally got you.” You can barely register the cheers of happy new year before his lips are on yours, claiming them and making you his. You pull away reluctantly to breathe and smile at him when you speak.

“I think it’s my new favorite too, baby.”

#harry styles one shot #harry styles fic #harry styles writing #harry styles smut #harry styles blurb #harry styles angst #harry styles x reader #harry smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic rec #harry styles #harry styles fics #harry styles concept #harry styles au #harry styles fwb

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russos-one · 10 months ago

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Jessie Fleming x Reader

Let her believe I never loved her (Part 1)

Inspired by Cigarettes Out The Window x Dangerously Yours - TV girl/That tiktok audio that goes “let her think I never loved her”

Summary- R has been hopelessly in love with Jessie ever since she joined Chelsea but has never had the courage to tell her and then it's too late

Warnings- Magda yelling in Swedish, R, Niamh and Sam being little shits, Jessie being a cutie pie, Fluff

Word count- 1783

A/N- Pretend Pernille and Magda never left because I miss them and that Sam never did her forbidden 3 letters

A/N- All the Swedish and Danish are from Google Translate and I have no idea if it is right or not

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“Just tell her! What's the worst that could happen?” Niamh urged.

“Well, I don’t know—maybe she doesn’t like me back, and I’d lose three and a half years of friendship!” you replied.

“That wouldn’t happen; she obviously likes you back!”

“You don’t know that! Just let it go,” you said, turning back to your bag.

“You can’t avoid it forever!” you sighed, zipping it up.

“Fine, yes I ca—” Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of your shared hotel room.

“Just drop it, Niamh,” you said as you opened the door.

You were met with a smiling Jessie. “Jessie! Hi!” Niamh poked her head out from behind you. “Hey, Jessie!”

Jessie made eye contact with you and smiled. “Hello, Y/N.” Niamh sighed loudly. “Okay, just act like I'm not here, I guess,” she joked, rolling her eyes.

Jessie broke eye contact with you to look at Niamh. “Hello to you too, Niamh,” she said.

“Do you want to come in?” you asked, opening the door wider and stepping aside.

“Unfortunately, I can't. Emma sent me up here because you two are taking too long, and the coach is about to leave.”

You turned to Niamh. “Look what you did! Now Emma is mad at us, and she's going to make us run extra laps!”

Niamh gasped. “It's not my fault you were too busy arguing with me about how in love with Je—jumping jacks! How in love you are with jumping jacks!”

“Jumping jacks?” Jessie turned back to you.

“Yeah, I just love jumping jacks in a workout,” You said, looking confused.

“Okay then! We need to get going.”

“Right,” you replied, grabbing your bag and dragging Niamh by her arm out of the hotel room, with Jessie following behind you, giggling at your antics.

The three of you reached the coach, where an irritated Emma Hayes was waiting. “What were you two doing!? You know what, who cares, just get in!” she said, dragging you and Niamh inside while Jessie followed closely behind.

“Y/N!” Magda called, waving you over. “You're sitting with me, come.” She patted the seat next to her. You parted ways with Jessie and Niamh and made your way to Magda.

“I’m surprised you’re not sitting with Pernille,” you said.

“Choose her over you? Never. So, how’s the love life going?”

You sighed rather dramatically. “It's non-existent.”

Magda raised an eyebrow. “So we’re pretending your massive crush on Jessie doesn’t exist?”

You instantly turned red and glanced at Jessie, who was fast asleep, cuddled into her neck pillow. You turned back to Magda, scolding her. “What if she hears?!”

“She’s the deepest sleeper in the world! I honestly don’t know how she fell asleep so fast. The chances of her hearing that are smaller than your chances of actually telling her you have a crush on her.”

Just then, you heard two gasps from behind your seat. Millie and Sam butted their heads in between yours and Magda’s. “Are we finally addressing Y/N’s huge crush on baby Canada?”

“Shhhh! What if she hears?” you hissed.

“As if she's going to hear; she sleeps like a bear during hibernation.”

“How do you know what hibernation means?”

“I just do! Now stop changing the subject!”

You sighed. “This conversation isn’t worth continuing.” You rolled your eyes and leaned further into your seat.

“Please, for the love of God, just let me sleep! I get enough of this from Niamh, and now you three?”

Niamh turned to look at you all. “Hey! I heard my name! What are you four planning?”

You groaned. “Nothing, Niamh! Now go back to fantasizing about your body pillow.”

Niamh looked stunned, and the whole coach erupted in giggles. “Y/N’s lying! I don’t have a body pillow!” she announced dramatically.

“Sure you don’t!” Sam said sarcastically.

After some teasing, everyone finally calmed down, and you were able to relax. You turned to Jessie, taking in her features: the freckles sprinkled across her beautiful face, the way she let out soft snores as she slept, and even the tiny drool on her pillow. She looked so peaceful.

Your trance was broken by Magda's voice: “You’re staring, creep.”

“I’m not staring! I’m just appreciating beauty.”

“Mhmm, sureee.”

“Just leave me alone; I'm going to sleep.”

Sam chimed in again. “Mhmm, so you can dream about your girlfriend.”

“Ooh la la,” Millie added.

You sighed, slowly succumbing to sleep.

“Y/n? Y/n, wake up!” someone said, shaking your shoulder. You groaned and leaned further into your chair.

“Just let me sleep, please.” You heard footsteps approaching and someone say, “Here, this will work.” Giggles followed, but you didn’t bother to open your eyes; you simply kept them closed.

Out of nowhere, you felt cold water hit your face, and you jolted upright. As you opened your eyes, you saw the culprit

“Niamh! You bastard!”

She started giggling. “You weren’t waking up! It was either that or a slap to the face.”

“I’d rather have a slap to the face because you’re weak.”

Niamh gasped. “I am not weak!”

From behind Niamh, you saw an angry Emma Hayes approaching. “Ladies! What are you doing? We have a game to play in a few hours, and one of you is soaking wet while the other is yelling that she’s not weak! And then there’s Jessie…” Jessie offered an awkward smile.

After some arguing and Emma dragging Niamh and I out of the coach, with Jessie following closely behind, we finally made it inside the stadium.

“So where are we going?” you asked, turning to Niamh.

“Jessie, where are we going?” Niamh echoed, looking at her.

“Do you two ever listen?” Sam chimed in from behind us. “I truly don't know what you expect from dumb and dumber,” she said, draping her arms over Niamh's and your shoulders.

Jessie groaned. “As if you can talk.”

“Blah, blah, blah. Anyway, Jessie, do you know where we’re going? I was doing media with Emma, and I got lost,” Jessie let out a breath. “Children surround me.”

Sam gasped. “I’m actually older than you, so that makes you the child. These two, though…” She messed up Niamh’s and I's hair. “They are children!”

Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. “Sam, shut up; someone’s calling me.” I pulled my phone out and saw it was Magda calling. I answered and put her on speaker.

“Hey Magdaaa! My favorite teammate!”

“I thought I was your favorite teammate?” Jessie mumbled.

“Where are you three? And have you seen Sam?”

“Hi, Magda,” Sam said. “You four are in so much trouble!”

“Sam made us get lost!” Niamh quickly protested.

“Whoa, okay, so blame it on me? You guys were lost before I even showed up!”

“Just shut up and get here!”

“And where exactly would ‘here’ be?” I asked.

“The changing room!” Magda yelled before ending the call.

“Anyone know where the changing room is?” you said.

“Oh my God, just follow me and don’t get lost,” Jessie said as she led you, Sam, and Niamh to the changing room.

We entered to find an angry Magda, Millie barely containing her laughter, and Zecira filming us.

“Vi har ett spel att spela om mindre än en timme och vad gör ni tre? gå vilse! Dumma, dummaste och dummaste!” She pointed at me, Niamh, and Sam. "Jessie you did nothing, but these three are terrible"

We have a game to play in less than an hour and what are you three doing? getting lost! Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest!

Zecira collapsed on the floor, laughing uncontrollably. Sam leaned over and whispered, “Yo, what the heck did she just say?” I shrugged.

Pernille stepped in from behind Magda, pulling her back from us while giggling. “Min elskede, they can't understand you.”

Magda looked like a ticking time bomb. “Just go get dressed!” she snapped, pointing to our cubbies.

The four of us headed to our cubbies to change. As we got ready, Magda came up from behind Sam and lightly slapped her on the back of the neck. “Stop getting the children lost!”

Sam looked offended. “Firstly, ow! Secondly, they were lost when I found them!”

We changed into our training kits and made our way to the pitch for warm-ups. We were paired up, and I got Jessie as my partner. I draped my arm over her shoulders. “Why hello there, pretty lady.” Jessie turned red, though it was probably just the cold. “Hello, Y/n.”

We found a free space on the pitch. “Are you ready to dominate warm-ups?” I asked.

“Obviously,” Jessie replied.

“High five!” I said, putting my hand up.

“Seriously?” she responded.

“Yes, seriously.”

“Are you going to trick me?” Jessie asked skeptically.

I gasped, “Never!” She gave me a high five.

“See? I told you I wasn't gonna trick you.”

“Surprisingly. Time to warm up before you get in trouble with Magda again.” We faced each other, using one another for stability, like that TikTok of McFoord training together.

“So, how’s the love life going?” Jessie asked.

I let out a breath. “The love life is non-existent,” I replied, switching legs.

“What about Real Madrid's goalkeeper, Misa? I saw you two talking after the game last week,” she questioned.

“Ooo, getting jealous are we?” I teased.

She lightly punched my shoulder. “Ow!” I yelped.

“That wasn't even hard! And I was just asking a question.”

“Nothing is going on between me and Misa. We’ve been friends ever since Alexia introduced us before the World Cup final. Why do you ask?”

“No reason,” she replied.

“Mhmmm, sure,” I said sarcastically.

“What do you mean ‘Mhmmm sure’? And why did you say it like that?” she asked.

“No reason,” I shot back with a grin.

#jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming #woso x reader #jflem #canwnt #woso #portland thorns

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yongbokkk · 7 months ago

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by the waters, part 1

pairings: lee know x m!reader

genre: fluff, mermaid au

a/n: hi im back i think... my apologies

stray kids had been waiting forever for their vacation, so they decided to spend all their peaceful time on an island. not many people were touring and the water was still fresher than ever. not to mention, the nature here looked amazing.

the eight of them have already gone to their chosen rooms, beginning to unpack. minho went to the balcony to stare at the scenery, the ocean waves crashing into each other as the water sparkled.

jisung came up to him, "yah, i bet you there's a mermaid out there." he leaned on the glass fence, joining minho.

"mermaids? you're crazy." minho shook his head.

"can't be always wrong." the younger one lightly gasped, "how about you drown, and then a mermaid would come and save you!" he teased.

"you want me to die or something? it's so unlikely they exist, it's just a fairy tale." minho kept denying.

"hmm, okay, believe whatever you want ~" jisung waved him goodbye and went back inside the house.

the older sighed, before heading back in since it was getting late.

it was the morning, and minho went out for a long stroll outside on the island. the breeze was cold but very refreshing. this island was such a good pick for them.

the brunette found two stray cats, which was weird for them to be here. nonetheless, he fed and played with them for almost an hour.

it was a struggle for him to not scoop the kittens up and adopt them, he felt bad he had to leave the two cuties. minho eventually got bored and decided to go fishing, not the best, but he liked to try.

minho went by the waters with a fishing rod, he tied the hook on with the fish bait and threw it into the water.

After a few minutes of waiting, there was a huge tug on the string. he must've caught a big one, he'll definitely tell this to the members.

but as he was pulling it up, streams of crimson blood were found at the surface of the water. did the fish bleed that much?

he was wrong, it wasn't a fish he had caught.

minho's eyes widened as he pulled up a bleeding man, with fishtails for legs.

jisung was right, mermen and mermaids were real.

minho panicked, watching the person hiss at the hook painfully attached to his skin. he couldn't just sit there in shock, he needed to do something.

he quickly unwrapped the scarf that was on his neck, rushing to the merman. minho carefully took the hook out and wrapped the scarf around the boy's bleeding arm.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry..." minho kept apologizing for hurting the person, but all the merman did was stare at the human.

finally, he took the time to look at the merman, and boy, he was the most beautiful thing minho's eyes ever laid down on.

"it's okay, you didn't mean it. right?" the merman was unsure whether to trust the human or not.

"never in my life will i hurt anyone intentionally." he finished tying the scarf around the arm securely, "..are you fine with getting medical help?" he looked around, trying to see if he could find anyone.

"no! don't let them discover me!" the merman sounded scared and nervous. minho understood and dropped calling for help.

"how are we gonna patch that up, then?" he questioned, pointing at the deep wound underneath the cloth.

"the water helps me heal, it'll take a while but you don't have to worry." the h/c put a reassuring smile, which the dancer found ethereal.

"ah, alright." minho was still shocked that he had witnessed a real-life merman, he thought it was all a fairy tale. "do you have a name?"

"y/n, what about yours?" y/n's mesmerizing eyes sparkled in minho's view.

"minho." he smiled, wanting this moment to last forever.

"...promise you won't tell anyone about me?" y/n practically begged, making a stern and serious face.

"of course, i wouldn't tell the world."

minho kept his word and never told anyone about the encounter. when they asked about the missing scarf, he made the excuse of accidentally leaving it somewhere.

jisung wasn't that convinced, he couldn't have just left the scarf somewhere.

"i don't believe you, bet you left it in someone's bedroom." jisung smirked suggestively, making minho scrunch in disgust.

"no, i'm telling the truth." he rolled his eyes, returning back to cooking for the members.

"have you seen a mermaid yet?" jisung asked, catching minho off guard as he made a cut in his fingers with the knife.

"ow!" minho hissed. "l-like i said, mermaids don't exist." he said, causing jisung to sigh loudly.

after eating a delicious meal, all eight of them went to their bedrooms for slumber, except for minho.

his mind was stuck on a certain merman from earlier, he still couldn't believe there were actually living mer-creatures, and that he was lucky enough to meet one.

that next day, minho told the members that he'd be going for another walk again. they didn't care much but to wish him safe.

well, his heart had other intentions. he found himself sitting on the tough but comfortable rock, staring off at the far sea, waiting for y/n's arrival.

since it was unplanned, it was very unlikely for him to show up. so why did minho feel the need to come by?

he waited, and waited, to the point where the said 'walk' he told the other members was now considered a lie. minho slightly had his hopes up for the beautiful creature to pop up.

seeing as it has been almost an hour, he was bound to give up. minho stood up from his seat on the rock, but before he could turn away, the water sparkled.

he was there.

#stray kids #skz #stray kids imagine #kpop #kpop imagines #stray kids x male reader #lee know x male reader #lee know #kpop x male reader #lee know x reader #kpop x reader #gay #stray kids x reader

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peachhcs · 1 year ago

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sunday mornings

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

slow mornings with will and samy

word count: 1.7k

warnings: kissing, hickeys, kind of suggestive but not really, samy and will being cutie

fr in my posting era this is a valentine's day post, but the story doesn't center around v-day. i kind of wrote this as if samy goes to bc instead of michigan in this, so yeah just ignore that. i thought this was cutie and wanted to post it in honor of valentine's day :)

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the sun poured through the blinds. rays of light hit will's dorm room at every angle, creating one directly across samy's eye-line. the warmth of the rays and the harsh beams of light in her eye caused a stir. typical morning disorientation caught up to her as she blinked a few times and tried remembering her surroundings. everything fell into place when she felt will's strong hold on her torso and his face buried into the crook of her neck, still fast asleep. no wonder why the sun wasn't in his eyes.

the brunette smiled briefly before stretching as much as will's hold would let her. somewhere was her phone that she tried reaching around for. she finally got ahold of it and the screen lit up displaying the numerous notifications on her lockscreen, but all samy cared about was the time. 10:30?

it was rare having will still asleep beside her at such an hour. more often than not, he'd be long gone at morning practice and probably just getting back as samy woke up. having him in bed still was quite a rarity and one the brunette planned to take full advantage of. sunday mornings were will's off days which meant he was always inviting her over to spend the night so they could wake up together. samy loved mornings with will.

she shut her phone off, forgetting it somewhere on the bed again and turned her body further into her boyfriend's. she reached her arm around to begin gently pulling her fingers through his messy curls. he always looked so peaceful when he slept. samy knew how much he needed the sleep considering how early he was up at every other day of the week.

their limbs were tangled together making it so samy couldn't leave even if she wanted to, but she didn't plan on leaving such a serene moment. if she could, she'd stay in this position forever and she knew will felt the same.

both being student-athletes left little time during the week for them to see one another. the weekend was truly the only time they got it to themselves and it always went by too fast.

will stirred a moment later. he shifted, pulling his face back from samy's neck and blinking like she did to regain his surroundings. once it came back, his sleep-ridden stare met hers.

"good morning," samy whispered softly.

"good morning pretty girl. what time is it?" will mumbled as samy flushed at the nickname. no matter how tired will was, he always had her blushing like a little girl.

"like 10:30," the brunette said, her fingers reaching up to rid the hair from his forehead.

"10:30? been awhile since i've slept that long," will mumbled.

"well, you definitely deserve it. hungry at all?" samy began making a move to get up, but will's hold quickly tightened to keep her in place.

"no, no not yet," the boy said a little too quickly making the girl chuckle.

"not yet?" she raised her eyebrow, fingers still racking through his soft curls.

"i am, but i don't wanna leave this moment. not yet. i wanna savor it some more," will answered honestly making samy flush. she settled herself back down and will shifted around so her head was on his chest instead. his strong arms had her in a tight hold and samy felt a gentle kiss being placed onto her head.

the girl smiled, enjoying the sound of will's heartbeat and his gentle touch against her skin. his one hand traced little shapes into the exposed area of her waist. as samy listened though, she could feel his heartbeat speeding up and she knew that meant will was getting anxious about something. she placed her hand across his bare chest, starting to rub soothing circles into his skin.

"you okay?" samy wondered.

"hmm?" will mumbled and the girl lifted her head up to meet his gaze.

"you're thinking about something," the brunette said simply. will raised his eyebrow, confused on how she knew that. "your heart starts beating faster when you're thinking about something," she filled in the gaps.

a tiny blush began spreading across will's cheeks, "sorry, i didn't know you knew that."

"wanna talk about it?" samy offered, shifting herself around so she could see will better and still lay her head on him.

the boy was silent for a moment, his fingers still drawing mindless shapes into samy's skin. opening up wasn't easy for will, but he'd gotten better since him and samy started dating. she just patiently waited until he was ready knowing he'd start talking eventually.

"for some reason i can't stop thinking about leaving you for california next year," the blonde finally got out. samy's face softened as she reached up to caress his cheek.

"any reason why it's been on your mind?" the girl wondered as will leaned into her touch, briefly closing his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of her hand on him.

"i don't know. maybe because this time next year we'll be across the country from one another," will mumbled a bit sadly.

"true, but you'll be doing something you love and have dreamed of doing since we were kids. you'll have so many new friends," samy tried looking on the bright side for him.

"it won't be the same without you there. i've never done this without you before," will commented making samy flush. it was true that she'd been with will through his entire hockey journey.

even when they were kids, she was going places with him and cheering him on from the stands. it was hard to think about the fact that next year they wouldn't be together. samy had obligations to finish out school and continue with soccer before she could even think about following will out to san jose.

"it will only be for two years. it will fly by," samy tried a different approach. the blonde could only shrug though. clearly, this was plaguing his mind much more than samy thought.

"what if we can't do long distance? what if our relationship can't handle it?" will started rambling his "what if's." the brunette frowned. will didn't get anxious a lot, but when he did, it definitely took a toll on him.

"i mean..i can't say for certain, but i'd like to think that we can do long distance. there were months that we spent apart when we were younger and didn't see each other until summer," samy rubbed will's arm, trying to ease his now racing thoughts.

"that was different. that was before i realized i liked you and i wanted to spend the rest of my life with you," his words had samy blushing again as she quickly hid her face in his chest before he saw.

"i guess it's just that all my life i've been focused on hockey and i never thought i'd have someone that makes me want to stay. i'm scared of being away from you because i've never felt this strongly about someone before until i realized you've been right in front of me all along," will admitted. his words took samy by surprise because she never knew he felt that way about her.

"will.." the brunette flushed and tugged her arms around her boyfriend.

"sorry, that was really sentimental," the blonde flushed, but samy shook her head.

"no, don't apologize. i feel the same way. i've always been so dialed into whatever sport i play i also never thought i'd have someone. i'm glad you're the someone i have though," the girl grinned. will quickly returned her smile, placing little kisses all over her face.

"i know it's scary, but the two years will fly by. plus, we still have right now. we have another whole year of college to get through before we start thinking about long distance and california and everything," samy said softly.

"you're right. i gotta get out of my own head," will chuckled.

"i love you, will."

"i love you too sweet girl," will smiled and brought his lips down to connect with hers.

after a moment, will's lips started moving down. he attached them to samy's neck, kissing little marks into her skin before he continued down to her collarbone and chest. the girl flushed as her hands dragged through his hair, occasionally pulling when will kissed particularly hard in a spot.

"you're gonna make me get chirped at," samy mumbled with a small laugh. she knew her teammates would have a field day when they saw the marks, but she also couldn't get herself to pull will's lips from her skin.

"is that a problem?" will met her gaze, a smug expression on his face

"people are gonna stare," not that samy cared if they stared. she just knew the girls would go crazy later.

"so? let them stare. they'll know you're mine," will almost grumbled the last part.

will wasn't necessarily the jealous type, but he liked making sure people knew what was his and right now he had a strong urge to make sure everyone would know. samy reached up to start nipping at will's own neck, trying to return the favor. she knew she couldn't leave marks where any skin would be visible on the ice, so she tried pushing her lips further down.

will let samy flip them over so he was sitting against the headboard. she continued working her way down to his chest where she knew she could suck pretty hickeys into his chest. his skin grew warmer under her touch, face flushing at the affection.

"you're gonna get me chirped at," the boy mumbled, but a smile sat on his lips which indicated that he didn't care.

"it's not like it hasn't happened before," samy giggled making will's cheeks blush for probably the 10th time that morning.

she leaned back, admiring the work and the pretty marks forming across his skin. "maybe we should head downstairs before the guys start wondering," samy laughed, making a move to get up but will held her down again.

"five more minutes?" the blonde grinned, a pleading look in his eyes.

samy rolled her eyes, but she gave in. time with will was precious and she didn't care if they spent the entire day in bed as long as it was with him.

#hughes!sister x will smith au #samy x will #will smith hockey #boston college #boston college hockey #samy hughes #umich hockey #will smith imagine #will smith x oc #uofmichigan

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strawberryblue-blog · 1 year ago

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Sea of love. Part 2. —Fermin Lopez.

Part 1.

warnings: none. fight, curses, angst.

words count: +3.5k.

#SEXYNOTE: English is not my first language. I apologize if there are errors since i use the translator mostly. thanks for the support 🫶🏻 there will be new news soon stay tuned 💙🎀

A kiss on your shoulder woke you up in the hot summer morning, you sighed with a half smile as you stretched your body, feeling your muscles groan.

A smiling, morning Fermin welcomed you when you opened your eyes, looking at his perfect face seeing you waking up.

"Good morning, princess" he whispered kindly when his face met yours.

"Good morning, Fermin" you greeted caressing his hand.

Fermin approached your lips and smiled broadly before he began to kiss you softly. You couldn't remember or count how many times you two had kissed last night. It was all so sudden, so special that you couldn't separate after your night at sea.

The young man leaned down between your legs, resting his weight on the mattress so as not to crush you and covering your naked body, starting to leave a trail of wet kisses around your chest.

You smiled when you felt a tingle on your skin, giggling a little.

"You look so gorgeous" he winked his eye flirtatiously. "I wish I could kiss you forever" he sighed hugging you to him.

Feelings stirred in your belly and stirred as you felt his warm lips on your skin. You two had wasted no time after that night and snuck out every night of your vacation together to make love until the wee hours of the morning. Sometimes you had to meet in secret places in order to see each other, especially when Gavi was around. Although you felt a little bad about doing everything behind your brother and friends' backs, you had no choice but to just enjoy themselves when they were alone. But you were ashamed to admit that it was more exciting and dangerous and the adrenaline was something you enjoyed.

A current echoed in your back.

What would Gavi say if he found out right now that Fermin, his best friend, had fucked you? What would he say if he found out that you were secretly loving each other? Would he accept that you were dating Fermin? The questions had haunted you all these days and you were planning what to do but now it was time to enjoy themselves.

You had tried to act as normal as possible all this time, not talking or looking at each other but inevitably touching when they passed by or no one was looking. At least for now everything was quiet and you had little time left to go back to Barcelona, where everything would be a little easier since you lived alone and Fermín could visit you whenever he wanted.

A sad grimace appeared on your face. You hated lying to Gavi. You hated hiding things from your friends, but you couldn't tell anyone, at least not until you were sure it would work. That could lead to serious problems and now that you finally had each other, you didn't want to distance yourself or stop loving each other.

"What's that little face?" he questioned amused, taking you by the waist. You sat against his chest and Fermin hugged you.

You shook your head with a smile so as not to worry him. It wasn't the time to talk about it.

"Did you know that when you took my hand in elementary school I didn't wash it for a week?" you asked him recalling some of your more embarrassing memories.

Fermin burst out laughing.

"You were obsessed with me" he joked tickling you.

"Sorry, Mr. Perfect" you laughed between groans at his tickling.

"I was too, cutie" he admitted. "When we had sleepovers with the guys I used to sneak out to see if you were awake at night" he said nostalgically and kissed your shoulder gently.

A smile appeared on your lips as you remembered every moment you had lived with Fermín. Your friendship had been something meaningful so much so that now you were here, completely in love with each other.

"Do you want to know something?" he asked as you traced imaginary drawings along his arm.

You nodded curiously, turning to look at him.

"I've only been in love with one woman in my entire life" he said smiling. "You" took your hand and your heart skipped a beat.

Feelings bloomed in your chest making you feel your cheeks burn. He had also been the only man who had been on your mind since you were little, even though you had been with others, he was the only one who really had a place in your heart.

"And you are the only man I have loved for as long as I can remember" you confessed shyly and Fermin hugged you tenderly.

"I love you so much" he whispered. "At last I can say it without barriers"

A few days ago Fermín had confessed to you that he had promised Pablo that he would never touch you and that he had felt pressured all this time. So Fermin respected Pablo and respected your friendship but now he had understood for love there were no barriers. He told you that he had done everything to forget you, because he could not fail his best friend but he could not fail his heart either.

He hated feeling that way. Seeing you with other guys, enjoying your youth and not being able to be with you. He had even hit someone for you one day. He always put up with it but he couldn't do it when someone played with you. Not when he saw you with a guy at the bar, one who wasn't him and treated you like just another girl. An idiot who didn't love you like he did. An idiot who didn't respect you or deserve you like he did.

Those little moments that fed your hope that he loved you too but then said he did it because of his codes with Pablo. Because it was his responsibility to take care of you when he wasn't around.

All those years of friendship, of hiding your feelings, of looking at each other sideways, of pretending, you could finally let your bodies speak for themselves. You're here, loving and caring for each other.

"I thought about walking away from you, but i couldn't. I kept coming back to you every time, when I least expected it" he continued.

"Fermin, stop talking and make love to me again, please" you begged impatiently grabbing him by the shoulders to pull him closer to your mouth.

His lips latched onto yours and he licked them wildly, running his hands down the length of your legs, caressing you gently. You belonged to each other, soul and mind.

Fermin was yours and you were his.

"Baby, I want to love you so much" he whispered as you kissed and caressed each other at the same time.

"You do it so well, Fermin" you encouraged taking his face in hands. "I'm yours" you admitted blind from his caresses.

One of his hands grabbed your ass squeezing you as you hung on his neck. His kisses trailed down your neck biting down to mark you.

A screeching sound startled you both, interrupting your lovemaking session.

"Y/n, it's too late!" someone shouted opening the door and your hearts stopped.

Your body trembled when Pablo's pale face looked at you with some suspicion and confusion. You swallowed saliva blinking covering yourself and moving away from Fermin but it was too late.

The silence was overpowering, the mood was crisp. Gavi's eyes shattered like glass at the sight of you together on the bed.

"P-Pablo..." you called out to him as you saw him getting angry. You wanted to get up to grab the shirt from the floor but Pablo was already on top of Fermin grabbing him by the neck.

"Fucking asshole!" spat Gavi giving Fermin a sharp punch in the face, starting to curse between grunts.

Horrified you dressed with the first thing you found yelling at him to stop. But Pablo didn't, he kept slapping and cursing Fermin.

"Traitor, how could you?" he shouted in disappointment.

You jumped at him trying to defend him, you grabbed his arms and managed to pull him away from Fermin, who was trying to talk to explain but Gavi wouldn't let.

"Pablo, stop it!" you held him in tears, but he was forcing to try to escape from you. "It's not his fault!" you shrieked trying to calm him down.

"You're my fucking best friend!" he pointed at him, sitting him down.

You saw Pedro and Ferran peek into the room but it was too late, Pablo had calmed down although he was still shooting fire out of his ears. You signaled them to leave and they quickly left the room in understanding.

They were both in a state of shock and clearly Gavi was too.

"You're right" he said looking at you just as disappointed. "It's your fault too" his eyes glazed over.

You could notice something in his gaze that you had never seen in your brother's gaze before. Disappointment. As if they had broken his heart and it broke yours.

"Pablo, please" you sobbed grabbing his forearm.

He let go of your grip pulling away from you.

"It was the one thing you didn't have to do" he spoke to the boy, now wiping his blood on his lip. Tears trickled down your cheeks and you tried to move closer to your brother but he stopped you.

He was angry, you understood. But you wanted to explain. This wasn't about betrayal or codes, it was about love.

"Gavi, brother" Fermin tried to speak.

"I'm not your fucking brother!" he shouted angrily. "Not if you fuck my sister behind my back" he said for the last time before giving you a look like before and stormed out of the room slamming the door.

When you saw him leave, you fell on the floor crying desperately hugging yourself. Fermin immediately crawled on the floor, holding you in his arms, comforting you as his heart broke too.

Maybe Fermin had been right all along and you didn't belong together. Not if you hurt Pablo too. Now everything was broken. There was no turning back now and you felt guilty for putting Fermin in this situation.

Why couldn't it be like you had always dreamed? You could hear Gavi arguing with Pedro outside the room and your friends trying to calm him down and talk to him about what had happened but Gavi kept refusing. You had ruined everything. The vacations, his friendship, your family, everything.

Fermin planted a kiss on a hundred then helped you stand up and approach the bed.

"He hates me" you sobbed sadly. "You were right, it's my fault" you apologized crying.

Fermin denied. "He feels betrayed but he'll get over it. It's nobody's fault, princess" he caressed your arms, comforting you.

"But... we did that."

"I love you" he whispered cupping your cheeks, wiping away your tears. "Gavi will understand when it's time, he can't stay mad forever" he wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer to his chest.

You nodded sketching a smile.

"I love you, Fermin" you whispered. His lips kissed your head.

(...)

Going home after what happened was hard. Even when your friends tried to cheer you up and accompany you, you couldn't help but feel guilty. The trip home was long and not even getting a glance from Pablo was even harder. At least your friends were there for what you needed, since you and Fermin had decided to stay away until you returned to Barcelona and tried to patch things up with Pablo.

When you got home, you had let it take its time but after a few weeks you started trying to communicate with your brother. Your heart ached every time he dodged you, disappeared or ignored you. And you understood but you couldn't help but break down more and more every day.

Your parents and sister were back and you had already told them everything that had happened, they were happy for you and said he would get over it. You just had to give it time.

Your love with Fermin had grown now that you were free, loving each other when you needed each other most, supporting and understanding each other. You knew Gavi would understand, his heart was so kind but sometimes stubborn.

He had always understood you and Fermin too. If there was one thing that defined Pablo it was his kindness and empathy for others. It was only a matter of time before he accepted this. Or so you hoped.

You loved each other, you were not going to stop loving each other. Your destiny was written and could not be ignored. Sooner or later it would come. You weren't going to be able to hide it for much longer being so close and ignoring your feelings was only going to hurt you more.

"How was training?" you asked as they washed the dishes.

Fermin had come over after training to see you and you were dying to know if there was any progress in their friendship.

"Normal, you know" he replied lifting his shoulders. "Nothing important yet."

You snorted bringing your hands to your waist.

"Is he still ignoring you?" he asked with a grimace.

You nodded hugging him from behind.

"Me too" he said snorting.

"At least he agreed to bring me from Aurora's house yesterday" you sighed wistfully.

Yesterday they had gone to Aurora's house to have lunch with your family and after dinner, Pablo brought you home as they used to do every Friday. You thought he would refuse and that your parents would have to make a double trip but he agreed after Aurora convinced him. Still he didn't say a word, neither hello nor bye. It was intense and uncomfortable, you almost cried but at least it was something.

"Today he sat next to me in the locker room again and passed me the ball in the pre-game" Fermin recalled.

You smiled a little.

In one motion, you kissed Fermin on the lips, caressing his hair sinking your fingers into them. Gasping as you felt the butterflies flutter in your belly.

"Do you think we did the right thing?" you questioned interrupting his kiss, Fermin looked at you confused.

"Loving each other" you replied.

He thought. "We didn't decide, it just happened."

"I know..." You fell silent as you felt the door to your apartment ring. Confused you raised an eyebrow.

"Go, I'll finish up here" Fermin said and you kissed his lips quickly letting go of the rag.

You ran to the door and opened it to see who it was.

"H-hello Pablo" you stammered seeing Gavi standing out there.

He scratched the back of his neck with a grimace.

"Hello" he said simply.

"What are you doing here?" you asked dumbfounded.

"Can I come in?" he questioned and you turned to see Fermin approaching behind you.

"Sure, come in" you said rushing over. You bit your lips nervously. Fermin gave you a look and you opened your eyes not understanding what was going on.

"I was passing by on my way home and thought I'd stop by" he walked in seeing his friend inside your house.

There was silence all of a sudden.

"Would you like something to drink?" asked Fermín kindly.

"I'm fine, thank you" he responded by sitting down on the couch when you instructed him to do so.

You were happy inside but tried to act normal, you didn't want to invade his space or pressure him. Fermin sat down next to you slowly and you looked at him slyly.

Again there was silence, the tension could be cut with a scissors. Everyone was nervous, for your part you didn't know what to expect. It was obvious that Gavi's visit had surprised them.

"I wanted to apologize..." he began sighing. "I'm sorry, Fermin" he apologized towards his friend. Fermin nodded smiling and you smiled too. "I'm sorry, Y/n" he also apologized to you.

"You don't have to apologize, Gavi" you said sincerely and he nodded.

If there was anyone who had to apologize it was you, it was completely normal Paul's reaction to the situation. You didn't blame him.

"We wanted to tell you but we didn't want to upset you..." you admitted guiltily.

"Our intention wasn't to hurt you, it just happened" Fermin finished saying to your nervousness and you smiled at me thanking him.

"I thought you would never notice" he mentioned with a small laugh. "I always knew that you liked each other" he remembered with nostalgia.

Surprised at his words you opened your eyes and gave a nervous laugh. Fermin looked at you and reached out his hand, grabbing yours to wrap it around him.

"I know you love each other" Gavi whispered "I always knew it, when you looked at each other, when you talked to each other, when you argued or joked with each other but denied each other because of me" he said with some sadness.

And it was true. Sometimes they were so obvious that even anyone who didn't know them could tell. But you had never thought that Gavi would notice. But it wasn't his fault. You had decided this as adults and if you had stayed away it had been to protect him.

"Pablo..." you sobbed running to him, sitting next to him to hug him. Your brother received your hug by caressing your forearm.

"I didn't mean to act like that, I was angry" he hid his face in your chest, you caressed his back comforting him. "I'm so sorry, I really am"

Fermin reached over, patting his friend's back.

"We should have never kept it from you" he sat down next to him as well.

"I was afraid" Gavi confessed. "I trust Fermin and I trust you too, Y/n. But if this didn't work out his would have to choose one of you and that wouldn't be fair" said your brother looking at you.

You both looked at each other, nodding. Fermin and you more than anyone else knew that was true. It was the reason you had stayed away all this time, the reason Fermin didn't reciprocate your feelings. But you also knew it wasn't going to happen.

They were so in love that they were going to make this work. Even if they didn't have Pablo's support. Their hearts were already bound together and they had hugged each other tight enough to let each other go.

"We were terrified too, Gavi" you said with a smile. "We couldn't stay apart anymore, we were hurting each other".

"We were going to tell you when we got back, we wanted to be sure about us and this" Fermin finished saying and you smiled at him. He always had the right words and you admired the problem solving skills he had.

Pablo nodded looking at you. His eyes now showed some pride and happiness, different from what you saw that night and that made you jump for joy.

"My best friend and my sister" he whispered with a smile. "My two favorite people in the world."

You stroked Pablo's hair tousling it a little. Fermin let out a laugh patting his happy friend's thigh.

"Shit, it really wasn't nice to see you almost fuck" he guffawed shaking his head.

Your cheeks flushed punching his shoulder, while Fermin kept laughing.

"Just respect my boundaries, okay?" he stood up from his spot. They both nodded. "And don't get her pregnant before time" he pointed his killer finger at Fermin.

"I swear, Gavi" the young man promised embarrassed.

Gavi nodded after taking one last look at their joined hands. Smiling when you rested your head on Fermin's shoulder.

"I'm leaving now" he announced kissing your forehead.

You took advantage of him coming closer and surrounded him completely hugging your brother. The warmth of his body made you think of your memories when you were little.

"Thank you, brother" you whispered gratefully.

His blessing was important to you, especially since he was part of your relationship as well. He was your brother and Fermin's best friend.

"Take care of her, amigo" he said greeting in a handshake to your boyfriend.

You smiled moving closer to Fermin and he hugged you by the shoulders, your hand took his. Gavi said goodbye opening the door before smiling at you for the last time.

Silence filled the room. You were perplexed, still trying to assimilate what had happened in there.

Your hearts jumping with excitement and happiness, your hands clutching tighter. Fermin raised your hands kissing the back gently.

"It's not a dream, is it?" you blinked squeezing Fermin's body.

"It's not, I think" he affirmed with a smile. "Or we both went crazy."

"That sounds more logical" you laughed looking at your boyfriend, his cheeks puffed out as he smiled back at you.

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attack on titan headcanons #5

## - kisses

genre - fluff

pairings - aot x reader

word count - 2.9k

warnings - none!

notes - tell me how it’s been half a year since i last posted? i’m crying

- EREN JAEGER

your first kiss was very out of the blue. it was a super intense moment filled with raging emotions from both of you - it happened right after the whole incident of eren turning into a titan, you rushed to his side immediately being the one to go rescue him after you thought you had lost him forever. all you could do as soon as you pulled him out of the steaming titan was hug him. you tightly gripped his shirt, nails digging into his skin so much so that you probably could’ve ripped his clothes. after he gained consciousness again, he pulled away looking at you all teary eyed, but nonetheless those eyes were filled with gratitude. he was so incredibly grateful that he could see you again, so much so that he kissed you, for the first time! it was a kiss to remember, it was like a movie kiss - full of compassion and full of fear that you nearly lost eren but as the kiss came to end, reality hit you both. you guys.. just kissed. for the first time. although the situation eren was in now was bad, you guys were more freaked out that you kissed. (cutie patooties)

-MIKASA ACKERMAN

oh girl. you both wanted to kiss each other for a while but you’re both awkward fucks so it wasn’t gonna happen anytime soon unless someone grew some balls! obviously, mikasa is the most confident out of the two of you but, she’s confident in everything else apart from romance. so you guys were hanging out, and you just did it. out of NOWHERE while you guys were sitting down on a hill soaking in the sun rays, you slapped lips on her. it was a very quick peck on the lips but even just that got mikasa soo flustered :( she was covering her lips in pure shock, she couldn’t even stand to look at you with her face looking like a tomato. after she composed herself, she did it right back at you! and then that obviously led to both of you being extremely flustered. you’ll stick to cheek kisses for now until you both stop blushing over lip kisses.

- ARMIN ARLERT

he wanted to make it super sweet & romantic!! after your third date, this man was like i wanna kiss this mf rn. i wanna SMOTHER THEM IN KISSES! so.. he started to plan it? although he wanted to so bad, he was still super nervous & he felt like having a plan would be his best bet. reiner tried telling him not to plan it out but armin was determined on making your guys’ first kiss like something out of a movie. however, in your daily life this man.. could stop staring at your goddamn lips😭HES STARVING PLEASE. anyways, of course you start to notice this and you’re thinking ‘well.. i mean i wanna kiss him too, so why don’t i just do it?’

2 days before the date.

it’s your guys’ day to go & buy groceries, you’re out and about in town and of course, you stop by the flower stall! while admiring some of the flowers, you guys find yourselves under mistletoe.. and oh my days, armin is freaking out.. like what about his date he had planned? but after he finally looks back down at you and takes one glance, seeing you blushing profusely while looking at him with such pure love in your eyes, how could he resist? you guys go onto share a super sweet kiss and both go home very giddy. (and you forgot the apples so, nice one lovebirds 😒)

- JEAN KIRSTEIN

let me tell you, his mum taught him well! she always told him to be a gentleman to ladies and oh, how he was such a gentleman! you guys were just chilling, hanging out together in the girls empty dorms - he was staying with you since you had injured your ankle (bunking off training for you🤧) anyways, you guys were playing a card game when he thought now would be the perfect time to initiate a kiss.. no training, no one around and no annoying connie! he looked up with a sparkle in his eye while staring at your lil’ concentrated face for a while, he chuckled to himself making you raise your head in confusion & suddenly he just popped the question, so confidently as well (he was terrified though) “y/n, can i kiss you?” YOU WERE TAKEN ABACK, literally.. like pulling away, blinking your eyes, processing what’s happening kinda shit. as soon as you snapped back into reality you gave him a coy nod of the head. the kiss was so tender and romantic, i could sob. he looked away all flustered and you giggled to yourself hiding your face behind your cards. eventually, you both came back down to earth and started getting ready to play again but then jean said “hey, whoever wins gets a kiss” you questioned his logic and said “wait.. but then, whoever loses still gets a kiss?” he scoffed sarcastically and said “okay and?🙄” you giggled, “you’re only saying that so that when you lose, you still get a kiss.” “WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHEN I LOSE??” you laughed hysterically and continued playing. (he did lose btw)

- SASHA BRAUS

it was your turn to make dinner for the corps and of course, sasha had to be there to ‘make sure everything is okay’ in her words smh. so, after putting your blood, sweat and tears into this scrumptious dinner - sasha was right beside you literally DROOLING but, since it was done and everyone was about to eat it anyways, you grab a portion for sasha and she’s literally jumping for joy while you’re putting food on her plate. while (un)patiently waiting she goes to give you a give kiss on the cheek but as she is you turn with the full plate of food in hand and her lips land on yours instead of your cheek… you both freeze. literally frozen for a good 2 minutes EVEN WITH FOOD IN FRONT OF HER?? eventually you both shake your heads, waking yourselves back up into reality and sasha is actually way calmer about this than you are and she’s even the first one to speak “hehe i liked that. you’re a good kisser y/n!” and then you burst into flames because why would she say that?? literally giggling and kicking my feet.

- CONNIE SPRINGER

you and connie had just finished playing board games in his dorm - you guys were just chilling and chit chatting, when you started getting all romantic and cutesy (vile creatures). his hands roamed onto your thighs, arms and hands giving you gentle caresses and you decided this was the perfect moment to kiss him. as his hands laid on your thighs, you brought your hands up to his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. he was very caught off-guard and it took him like two whole minutes to realise what was happening and ACTUALLY kiss you back. after you both pulled away, bro just straight up froze. you had to wave your hand in front of his face and just be like “connie..? connieeee?” and he JUMPED back to life and you jumped too because what the fuck, why did bro jump💀. anyways, he was as red as a tomato!! and you thought it was the cutest thing evaaa. when the other boys started piling into the room, you decided it was time for you to take your leave. connie waved you off by the door with literal love hearts in the eyes.

the next day in the canteen, all the boys were coming up to you patting you on the back almost making you spit your food out saying stuff like “way-hey! good job y/n, heard you kissed connie” you were so flustered like please it’s 8am, you don’t need this right now😭. THEN CONNIE comes strolling in like he owns the fuckin’ place, he’s just so happy & feeling so confident after you kissed him; he wholeheartedly believes he’s a god. and now you get to enjoy the next few days of him trying to get kisses off you 24/7, literally like trying to swat a fly away.

- REINER BRAUN

reiner decided your guys’ spot was not only a casual hangout spot but also, a private and romantic place for you lovebirds. since he confessed there, he thought it’d super sweet & sentimental if you guys had your first kiss there too :).

you stroll up the hill heading to your spot, hand in hand, giggling the whole way there. as you were talking about some gossip you’ve heard, reiner just stares at you in pure admiration. all he wants to do is grab you and kiss you already!! before he can actually initiate anything you turn your head and ask with a silly grin, “why’re you staring at me like that..” he wakes up from his daydream and stares EVEN MORE and eventually, goes onto say “i really want to kiss you right now.” AND OH MY DAYS.. you were so flabbergasted like - he just outright said it, so confidently, so full of passion and lust. you confidently (trying to match the energy) said “well, why don’t you?” and that’s when he gently takes your cheek in his big hand and brings you closer, slowly but surely.. then you kiss. you guys kiss for a very long time, you both want to take in every last second of this moment. as the kiss progresses he pulls you in by your waist, so that you’re even closer to him. you bring your hands up and hold onto his muscular biceps. after a few minutes, you both pull away looking a bit messy and a bit.. sloppy. but you literally couldn’t contain your giggles and shy smile, reiner went on to tease you about it for the rest of the evening.

- ANNIE LEONHART

annie had forced you to come work out with her even though you really weren’t feeling it. you were just feeling super lazy and honestly, your limbs felt like noodles. but nonetheless, you’re there in the training arena ready to work out with your girlfriend. you guys did warm ups which even those, almost killer you and when you go onto actually working out and sparring, oh my god. you were DYING and you kept complaining and whining to annie, who wasn’t having any of it. as you began to do sit ups, you whined once again “ughhh, i don’t wanna do this. i could’ve been sleeping still” you said as your back hit the floor, giving up. annie pulled you right back up, looked you dead in the eyes with a tight grip on your shoulders and said “you’re gonna do this work out, okay?” you wiggled your way out of her grasp, hit the floor again and whined even more “nooOo, annie c’mon! i just want to be done already!” annie just sighed with her hands on her knees, staring at you as you laid there eyes closed, clearly frustrated and upset. she was going to let you go but then had a breakthrough. she said with a sigh “hey. if you do these sit ups now, i’ll give you a kiss everytime as a reward.” WHAT?? DID YOU HEAR THAT CORRECTLY?? you shot up IMMEDIATELY in shock and excitement, you could quite literally feel the adrenaline rushing through your body, “YES OKAY ABSOLUTELY, LETSGOLETSGOLETSGO” you wiggled excitedly at this opportunity “jesus, calm down.. it’s just some kisses.” (deep down, she was shitting herself but the girls got a reputation to keep up) that’s where you guys had your first kiss! although it was only a peck. and there was lots of them. little did annie know though, from this day forward you would refuse to work out UNLESS you got kisses as a reward.

- BERTOLT HOOVER

you were just about to go out with bertolt on a lovely little stroll on a fine summers day but you forgot your bag! and you didn’t have time now, you promised you’d give historia her earrings back in time for her date with ymir but don’t worry, bertolt being the lil’ sweetheart he is, offered to run and grab it for you. so, you both set off in your opposite directions - bertolt found your bag with ease and grabbed it but, as he was picking it up, he hit a vase. YOUR vase.. and it smashed all over your dorm room floor and bertolt just freaked the fuck out. he started getting really sweaty and started heavy breathing, honestly he was having a panic attack. and to make matters worse, you had just opened the door and walked in on this mess. bertolt just looked at you with such genuine fear in this eyes. he felt so so so terrible about breaking your vase that he (very anxiously) started rambling straight away, as soon as you walked in, trying to explain himself and in the midst of it all, you were trying to calm him down and tell him that it’s fine and there’s no need to worry - but he just cannot stop. he just kept going on and on and on, and eventually you just had to do something. you’ve thought about doing it for a while now and it might not be the best time right now but fuck it!! you kissed him. partially because you wanted to but also partially because he needed to shut up, bless him. and goddamn, you REALLY shut him up, bro was in the middle of anaphylactic shock after that. he shook himself off like a dog eventually to regain his composure but he got superrr shy and said he couldn’t go out that day anymore😭. you still dragged him along don’t worry and he eventually got over what happened, not fully but still enough.

- ERWIN SMITH

erwin kissed you the day he asked you out. he thought it’d be the best, most romantic way to set off this new relationship! he also saw no point in waiting to kiss you tbh, especially since you were together now. anyways, soon after asking you to be his s/o and a very long embrace with one another - as you pulled apart, his gaze softened looking deeply into your eyes and asked “may i kiss you?” you were so shocked at his forwardness! first the beautiful meal, then becoming an official couple and now a kiss?! however, no matter in how much shock you were, you were far too entranced in this romantic moment to even hesitate, you said “of course you can” with a sultry smile. you guys had a very classic, romantic kiss just like in old time films. you both chuckled lightly as you pulled away and went off into the night together, having a final glass of wine before you left the restaurant.

- LEVI ACKERMAN

as per usual, levi was locked up in his silly little office but you weren’t having that today. it’s a beautiful summers day with no worries of fighting any titans so you decided to drag him out. now, when i say drag i genuinely mean you DRAGGED him by his stupid e-boy haircut, m’kay. EVENTUALLY.. he started walking by himself and you took him to a café! this way, he can still have his tea but he’s finally not in his office. you both ordered tea and you ordered some sweet treats for you guys as well! levi insisted otherwise but you were determined to have a lovely day out with your boyfriend.. who you haven’t kissed yet. you also decided that not only will today be a super cute date day but ALSO, first kiss day. after staying in the café for hours drinking multiple cups of teas and many yummy treats, it was getting dark and you guys’ legs were aching from sitting for so long - so it was finally time to head home. on this walk home, you began to get very sentimental which is when levi started to act all stoic🙄 in the middle of your sentimental rant, you stopped him in his tracks, held his shoulders and said “don’t hate me when i do this…” AND YOU JUST SLAPPED LIPS ON HIM AHH. you genuinely thought he was gonna push you off him and throw you on the ground BUT HE KISSED YOU BACK? and even pulled you closer to him?? literally what the fuck is happening?? after some time, you both pull away and he said “why would i hate you for that? idiot.” and with that, you guys went off into the night as you giggled at your silly actions.

- HANGE ZOË

hange uh.. you guys have already kissed a lot. hange is veryyy affectionate even when you were friends and was especially more affectionate after they realised they liked you😭. so, because of this you got a lot of cheek kisses and light pecks from hange when you guys were just friends. however, as soon as you agreed to being hange’s s/o, they gave you the biggest fattest smooch eva!! a proper first kiss for a proper couple :). remember how they nearly proposed? and you had to be like “ayo hange, d-don’t propose right now, please…” well after they got back up from being down on one knee, they grabbed you by both your cheeks immediately and kissed you. they kissed you for so long, so passionately like they’ve been craving to kiss you like this, kiss you like they really mean it.

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alexendria-rose · 7 months ago

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Part two of celebrity crush

Part one

A/n- it’s not really a part two but I loved making Instagram aesthetic for it lol so here’s just a little something 🤎

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your username: eye spy a little cutie 👀

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y/nupdates- oh my gosh! Finally a confirmation!

cumberbitch- omfg he could do so much better

y/nstand replies- girl you think that’s you or what?

zendaya- STOP THE HARD LAUNCH

benedict cumberbatch - and I spy with my little eye a gorgeous woman 🩷

martin freeman replies- hey I thought I was your gorgeous doctor!

yourinstagram replies- awh Martin don’t be sad, we can share.

benedict cumberbatch replies- sorry Martin she’s a lot cuter then you 😇🙃

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benedict cumberbatch: I love that she dances like nobody is watching.

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cumberbatchupdates- she looks so free spirited!

cumberbitch- my heart is broken 💔

y/nupdates replies- please shut up and let them enjoy their relationship.

yourinstagram- CUMBERBATCH WHEN DID YOU TAKE THIS PHOTO

benedict cumberbatch replies - you looked so happy and carefree. I had to capture the moment.

yourinstagram - you’re lucky that I love you

zendaya - if you think this is bad you should see her on set 👀

sydney sweeney replies - god it’s so bad! How many times she shook her ass to the soundtrack.

alexa demie replies - the soundtrack was dope. We both were shaking our ass together.

robert downey jr - y’all are adorable it’s sickening.

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yourinstagram: little behind the scenes before the show comes out tomorrow! Make sure to watch Eric 😉

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y/nupdates- wait are we going to get a y/n cameo! Please please.

cumberbitch replies- oh god I hope not

y/nstand replies - for the love of god shut the hell up please.

benedict cumberbatch- sneaking photos of me now?

yourinstagram replies- yes since someone likes to sneak photos of me, I had to get payback.

zendaya- 🥹

tom holland - look at my babysitter.

benedict cumberbatch replies - your the reason why my fans call me a babysitter, if someone didn’t spoil!

tom holland replies - I like you being my babysitter, your more fun then Anthony and Sebastian.

sebastian stan replies - rude

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yourinstagram: Surprise 💍 #finally

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Y/nupdates - NO WAY OUR FAVORITE COUPLE

cumberbitch - NO

y/nstan replies - hahaha bitch get shit on

cumberbatchluv - WE LOVE Y/N🩷🩷

zendaya - no stop you finally posted lemme go cry.

sydney sweeney- look at our girl go 🥹

alexa demie replies - she’s growing up so fast.

yourinstagram replies - stop u guys are gonna make me cry fr

benedict cumberbatch - here’s to forever darling girl.

yourinstagram replies - forever and always my favorite British man 💍

tom holland replies - I thought I was your favorite !

yourinstagram replies - your my favorite British Tom.

tom hiddleston replies - okay rude, btw congratulations you two.

robert downy jr - damn that is one fat stone on your finger. Congratulations to the beautiful couple 🥂

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benedict cumberbatch: Marrying this girl in a week. Cannot wait 💍 #MrsCumberbatch

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yourinstagram - cannot wait to be Mrs Cumberbitch 😜

cumberbitch replies - this is rude

benedict cumberbatch replies - I cannot wait either my love 🥰

zendaya - she’s so cute. I want to marry her.

tom holland replies - you’re literally with me

yourinstagram replies - and I’ll take her from you, watch it holland

Marvel Official - My favorite couple.

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yourinstagram: Call me Mrs Cumberbatch please 👀💍

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y/nupdates - OMFG THE ROYAL WEDDING HAPPENED

cumberbitch replies - I wouldn’t call it anything… 🤦‍♀️

y/nstan replies - ISTG BITCH LEAVE PLEASE

robert downy jr - this was such a beautiful wedding, I almost cried.

anthony mackie replies - almost? You did!

tom holland replies - I’m sorry mr downy but you did.

zendaya - GO BESTIE GO BESTIE, I still cannot believe I was the maid of honor

sydney sweeney replies - me too, I mean I’m obviously better.

alexa demie - yall stfu it’s her wedding

yourinstagram - yall were all beautiful bridesmaids, and thank you for being a part of the day 🩷

benedict cumberbatch - Hello Mrs Cumberbatch 😉

yourinsagram replies - Hi Mr Cumberbatch 😉 I love you husband.

benedict cumberbatch replies - I love you most dear wife

Marvel Official - not Benedict and Y/n being the main characters. Congratulations 🥂

martin freeman - 😭😭 look at my guy go, I love you guys such a beautiful wedding. Congratulations 🤎

#x reader #fanfiction #oneshot #fake news #fake instagram #benedict cumberbatch x reader #benedict cumberbatch #sherlock holmes.#sherlock holmes x reader bbc #eric netflix #doctor strange

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kissami · 1 year ago

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sum. You never thought you’d find the one at your best friend’s coffee shop.

genre: fluff..super super fluffy

fem reader with she/ her pronouns

WARNING: I’m uploading this while at work so I’ll edit it once I’m home ! So it’s not cute and aesthetic rn 🙄🙄

"I just don't get why she keeps thinking this nonsense, Kyo! I mean, I help with taking care of bills, buying groceries, what else does she want from me?!"

Kyo rose an eyebrow towards you, watching you slam your head on the counter gently and placing your cup on the table, begging for the next round.

"I need another one."

You ordered, but he only rolled his eyes in return.

"You had four cups of coffee in just two hours, you had more than enough for at least a week."

Groaning, you squished your cheeks between your arms as you hid your head.

Your roommate had been annoying lately. Always being so stern with you even when you did almost everything so you two could have a comfy environment to live in, but no matter what you did, she just seemed to hate you more and more.

It was tough moving out of your parent’s place, but this girl truly was testing your limits it seemed.

It wasn’t always like this. When you first met her, she was very sweet and understanding with you which made you think that maybe you finally made a friend who wasn’t your childhood friend.

All you wanted was a friend, but ever since you introduced her to Kyo, she seemed to do a 180 and completely shut you out.

Only for you to find out the two were put together for a date…one he never showed up for without notice.

But speak of blinding dates…

"Oh my gosh! This is the third time you left me alone, you asshole! That's it, I'm done!"

A loud slam quickly brought you out of your mini crisis as your eyes averted over to the couple near the entrance.

Raising your eyebrows in amusement, you saw a girl with black hair grabbing her bag and leaving with a pissed off expression on her face. The blond she was sitting with that you assumed was her date, rubbed his face in annoyance.

He's gorgeous.

You turned to your friend and smiled as a bright idea had quickly made its way into your head which made him tense up a bit, shaking his head quickly as he knew exactly what you were trying to do.

"Nope, I'm done trying to set you up with my customers. You're on your own."

You pouted, watching as Kyo walked to the back room to speak to Tifa about the upcoming schedules.

You could see how close Tifa and him were getting, how flustered he’d get or rush at any moment to be with her. That was enough leverage for you to use against him.

Smirking, you turned back around to see the boy talking on his phone, his face showing not much concern it seemed, but by the looks of it, it seemed like he was being scolded like a cat from the other line of the call which had you intrigued.

Your eyes widened when he slammed his phone down on the table and sighing, digging inside of his pocket to grab his credit card from his black leather wallet.

He's gonna pay, no he can't leave yet!

That's when you thought of a great, amazing, and most definitely the best idea ever.

Walking over the counter as stealthy and quickly as possible, you hid behind it as you waited for him to ring the bell to pay.

DING!

Rising up, you smiled gently and leaned your hands on the counter.

"Hey, what can I do for ya,cutie?"

You could almost feel your eyes sparkle in amusement when he scoffed and rubbed his neck, looking at you with those bright blue eyes you could stare at forever.

"I'm just paying. And who are you? I've never seen you work here before and I come here everyday."

He spoke lowly and looking anywhere besides your face, his eyes fixated on a dancing chunky cat on the tv screen above your head.

"I just started…today? Right I just started working today!" You smiled nervously, rubbing your ring on your right hand.

"Oh, that's good to know I guess."

"Yeah, it is good to know, huh?"

Shit.

You thought as you turned around to your best friend, seeing him rise an eyebrow and clearly questioning your 'amazing' idea to get to know the cute boy that was looking at the both of you now even more confused than before.

"Yup! Aw Kyo don't act like I'm not the best employee you have!" You slapped his arm, glaring at him for him to play along.

"Yeah okay, anyways Cloud it's on the house today."

Cloud. What a cool name.

Cloud nodded, saying a small thank you as he began to walk away.

Your eyes shot over to your best friend, giving him a pleading look to have him stay a bit longer which made Kyo scoff.

If this guy had you pretend you worked at his coffee shop, the one place you said you would despise working at and rather lick the carpet, then you clearly were way more interested in him than he thought.

And boy were you going to be in debt for this.

"Only if you tell us what happened on your 5th blind date."

Kyo smirked, watching as Cloud stopped almost instantly.

Cloud stood there quietly. Usually he’d pretend he didn’t hear anything like this but he truly did need someone to listen to his frustrations and what better yet than the guy his best friend, Tifa, had a crush on?

"It's like no matter how many dates I'm set on, no one wants to continue dating me. I don't mind though, I don't need a partner to be happy I guess."

Hearing a bell ring, Kyo looked over to you and smirked even more, watching your sparkling like eyes looking even more interested in the blond and what he needed to say next.

"Well my favorite employee, it's time for you to get back to work, right?"

You opened and closed your mouth repeatedly like a fish out of water but it only resulted in him pushing you away to take the new order.

"Get along now stupid and do your job! I'm not paying you for nothing!"

"But you're not pa-"

"What was that employee of the month, I didn't quite hear you?!"

"Yeah yeah whatever."

Slumping your shoulders, you made your way to the cash register, and instantly losing braincells on how the hell to work it.

Kyo looked back, seeing the blond still looking over to you as you groaned like a little kid trying to figure out how the monstrosity worked.

A small smile slowly took the blond’s old sour frown which Kyo was quick to catch.

"She's single you know. Plus, she thinks you're really cute. The idiot doesn't even work for me but she did that to talk with you."

Cloud looked over to his friend and shrugged.

"I think she’s cute too, but she needs to work harder to get me. I'm not that easy you know."

"Yeah that's what all your old dates said too,huh?"

"Kyo…" Cloud sighed again, but kept his mako eyes on your cute figure who now was scrambling around like a lost puppy, following Tifa around as she laughed at how silly you looked trying to learn how to charge orders.

Kyo chuckled, shaking his head at how adorable you looked. "Besides, the idiot owes me. She'll be working here for a while."

To say Cloud wasn't looking forward to waking up everyday and heading to the café, was an understatement.

He was less grumpy now and would spend hours texting you all night, but he tried his best to show no interest in you at all, which to Tifa and Kyo, was obvious he had a thing for you.

You had no clue if he felt the same or not, which Cloud was a bit thankful of you being so oblivious.

That was until you finally had enough and needed to know exactly what was going on between the two of you.

Clearly there was something there, so what better way to figure it out than what you do best?

A hot americano with whipped cream topped with cinnamon and caramel was what he would get all the time, but you added something more for him.

Are you a loan bank? Because you got my interest.

Ah yes, your cheesy pick up lines. No matter how hard Cloud tried to keep a straight face, he still managed to let out a small smile that made your heart burst.

You've been doing this for three months straight now, but he finally had the guts to do something.

Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back!

That was all it took for Cloud to lean over the counter and place his lips on yours.

#kissami #x reader #final fantasy 7 #cloud strife x reader #cloud strife #cloud strife x you #cloud x reader #ff7 cloud #final fantasy 7 remake #final fantasy vii #final fantasy cloud #x reader fluff #ff7 tifa #tifa lockhart #ff7 #fluff #ff7 fanfic #ff7 fic

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sunshinevanfleet · 2 years ago

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flower - j. kiszka

pairing: josh x reader

a/n: helloooo i'm back with my first josh piece since i came back from hiatus <3 promise i'm planning on updating oh, what a sin here soon, but i wanted to post some josh content because i've been neglecting him lately. so, josh girlies come get y'all's food <3 this one does contain some smoking of the devil's lettuce so if that's not something you're into, then this one isn't for you. also, idk why i can't write anything under 2k words here lately i guess i'm dedicated to setting the scene for my porn. anyways, hope u cuties enjoy! ok love ya.

genre: smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), fluff

word count: 2.8k

summary: the reader and josh spend the morning smoking and spending time together. they find an interesting way to enjoy their high.

warnings: marijuana usage, swearing, explicit sex scenes, oral (f receiving), non-penetrative unprotected sex, etc.

A hum settled in your throat as you sat in the sunroom, legs crossed beneath you as you rested on the large cushion in the corner. Pillows surrounded you, cradling your form as you relaxed in the hazy room. Plumes of smoke billowed around your face, the room reeking of weed, sandalwood incense, and the numerous potted flowers surrounding you. A dreamlike state had overtaken you, your head swimming deliciously as you reveled in your high; Josh had gone back inside, grabbing a pre-roll out of the little baggie on the kitchen counter. He had always been able to smoke you under the table, but you gave it your best shot. Safe to say, you were on cloud nine.

“Should I open a window out here?” Josh waved his hand in front of his face as he joined you, the unlit joint resting between his lips. He leaned over your perch in the corner, his shirt brushing against your face as he reached for the window above you to open it. You giggled, watching his shirt ride up to reveal a sliver of his lower stomach above his sweatpants. Reaching up, you trailed one finger over the soft skin. Goosebumps bloomed, and he swatted your hand away.

“Sorry,” you mumbled halfheartedly, still grinning like an idiot. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“All right, silly goose,” he laughed, “Whose idea was it to hotbox the sunroom anyway?”

“Yours,” you sighed. You closed your eyes and laid back on the cushion, feeling your boyfriend settle onto the plush area beside you after a moment. “Dunno how we even managed that, anyway. This room’s huge.”

You heard the smile in his voice, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” Then came the click of the lighter again, and you smelled another cloud of pungent smoke floating past your face. Then, the subtle breeze of Josh waving his hand through the air. Blindly, you reached for him, fingers skirting past the plants on the windowsill above you, and finding solace in the feeling of his skin against your fingertips. You brushed over the back of his neck, hand entangling in his curls. He sighed contentedly.

“Lay with me, will you?” you asked quietly. You finally forced your eyes open, blinking through the fog around you to eye your boyfriend. The early afternoon sunlight framed his face, shining across the planes of his gorgeous face. You admired his side-profile, watching as his lips curled around the joint and took a long pull. He put it out in the ashtray, his freehand resting on your bare shin. Though his palm was warm, the touch sent a shiver up your spine.

“Your wish is my command,” he said, then leaned down to settle into the cushions next to you. You turned to face him, your other hand curling beside its counterpart in his hair. You stared at him, admiring every miniscule detail of his being. From the tiny bump in his nose, to the growth patterns of his facial hair, to each microscopic pore on his face, you wanted to memorize him. You wanted to burn the sight of him into your mind forever, yours alone to keep. No one else would ever be in this moment with him; he was completely, entirely yours. You brushed one hand over his soft face, leaning in to press your lips against his. The touch was feather-light, barely even there as you laid there. He met your mouth with an exact match in delicacy, his breath mingling with yours.

“I love being close to you,” you whispered, blinking at the intensity in his gaze. You imagined your own expression matched his, blissed out by his presence in front of you. Your skin flushed as you felt his eyes examining you as closely as you had been him. You wanted to close your eyes, bashful, but you couldn’t force yourself to look away from him.

Josh smiled, dazzling you momentarily. “You’re so pretty, flower,” he brushed the back of his hand over your cheek. You moved one of your hands to grasp his, holding his soft hand against you. You pulled it to your lips, kissing his hand, his fingers, his palm. “Prettier than the sun, the moon, all the stars in the sky.”

You grinned at his words, your face flushing even more. Closing your eyes, you pressed his hand to your forehead, trying to hide your face.

“Oh, don’t get all shy on me now,” he giggled, peeling your hands away from your face. He began to pepper kisses all over your face, soft lips tickling your skin. You burst into laughter, his mustache tickling you as you struggled against him.

“You’re tickling me,” you breathed, writhing beneath him.

“Am I?” He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, still kissing you. You squirmed, running your fingers through his curls as your chest shook with laughter. He moved his hands again, trailing down your sides to poke at your ribs and elicit squeals from you. You were both thrashing on the cushions, pillows flying across the room as you tried to fight him off.

“You’re killing me!” Your stomach ached from the laughter; he was holding you down easily, his arm muscles flexing deliciously as he pinned you to the floor and continued his onslaught with his mouth. You wiggled desperately, your hands pinned above your head by one of his. It always surprised you just how easily he could overpower you.

“Oh, I’m not done yet…” A mischievous glint flickered behind those honey brown irises, and you knew you were in for it. He was practically straddling you at this point, holding you down so there was no possible escape. His free hand slowly slithered down your side; you were still giggling, shifting beneath him to try and break free. You hissed as his hand trailed over your lower stomach, and found its destination. The inside of your thighs, where he had quickly found out you were extremely ticklish. You screamed with laughter, bucking your hips and jerking to try and get out of his grip.

He was still amused by this, but underneath that there was a darker look in his eyes.

“Hmm, okay,” he gasped after a second, “Ah, I think that’s enough…” You shifted beneath him, managing to twist your body so that your legs were now wrapped around his hips. But he no longer seemed as playful, instead his face was slightly pink and he leaned back on his haunches.

“What’s wrong?” Propping yourself up on your elbows, you eyed him carefully. You still had your legs hooked around him, and you tried to use your thighs to pull him in. Then, you felt it.

“Oh,” you said, eyes widening as a small smile tugged at your lips.

He flushed a deeper shade of crimson, pulling away from you.

“Who’s getting shy now?” you said, amused.

“Hey, don’t tease,” he whined, wrinkling up his nose. He was so cute, sitting there blushing. You wanted to ravish him.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you soothed.

Leaning up, you snaked an arm around his neck and pulled him back down against you. His skin burned against yours–coupled with the sun filtering in around you, you felt like you were on fire. Lips brushing his, you rolled your hips up against him. He was half-hard, though you could feel him stiffening as you kissed him, tongue darting out to greet his. He moaned softly against you.

“Need you,” he muttered, already panting by the time the two of you parted for breath. “Need to taste you…”

You sighed at the thought, watching him with hungry eyes as his hands trailed down your sides and found the waistband of your shorts. His eyes skirted down your body, sweeping over the thin t-shirt covering your bare chest, your exposed midriff, his sights finally landing on the shorts that he was dragging down with agonizing patience. Finally, he dragged them over your ankles and threw them to the side. His touch trailed back up your legs, hands massaging and squeezing the flesh as he made his way back towards your center. His fingers pressed into the skin of your thighs, pushing them open to expose your slick center to the air. You gasped as you felt the cold air, sending a shiver up your spine.

“This okay?” he asked, looking up at you with those saccharine eyes. He trailed open-mouthed kisses down your calf, slowly making his way to your inner thigh.

You nodded.

“Need to hear you, flower,” he breathed against your skin. “Tell me what you want.”

“Josh, please,” you sighed, chest heaving with the effort of not pouncing on him. “Please, I want your mouth on me…”

His lips parted into that dazzling smile. The sight of him between your legs was intoxicating; that smile, his curls shining gold in the light, the unwavering eye contact. A flutter shot through your stomach down to your center. His tongue darted out for a second to moisten his lips, and then he gave you exactly what you were craving.

A moan erupted out of you immediately; his lips wrapped around your clit, suckling softly. One of your hands found his hair, the other gripping one of the pillows below you. As he swirled his tongue around the bundle of nerves, your eyelids began to flutter.

“Oh my…” you breathed, unable to even form a sentence as he continued his steady pace. One of his arms circled around your hips to pin you down; the other joined his mouth, prodding at your needy entrance. He coated the digits in your arousal, before inserting them into you slowly. Another breathy moan broke through the air around you.

You forced your eyes open to look down at him; his eyes held your gaze as he devoured you relentlessly. White hot pleasure pulled in your lower belly, coiling up at an unprecedented speed; at this rate, you would be cumming in less than a minute. Your toes curled as he massaged his fingers inside of you, hitting your sweet spot. Your entire lower body clenched around him, your hand pulling at his curls with desperation.

“You like when I hit that little spot, don’t you, pretty girl?” He watched you intently. “So pretty writhing and moaning like that baby… I could just eat you up…” He circled his tongue around your clit, flicking the sensitive spot without any hesitation.

“Josh–” you gasped, your hips jerking beneath his strong grasp on your waist. “Shit, I’m gonna cum…”

He grinned, tongue licking your juices from his lips. He continued the slow thrusting of his fingers into you, keeping you right on the edge. “You want to cum, flower?”

You nodded, unable to speak as he entranced you with his movements. The sight of his fingers entering you steadily, his chin and mouth dripping with your arousal, the want in his eyes. A tremble shot through your thighs. You were so, so close…

“Please, baby,” your words were barely audible. Nothing more than a whisper as you shook under his ministrations.

There was that smile again. He could never deprive you of anything you wanted, especially not something that you were so desperate for. No, he was eager to please you. Anything for his precious flower.

He removed his fingers, now using both of his hands to pin your legs wide open. The muscles ached dully, but that was the last thing on your mind as his mouth reattached to your clit. He licked and sucked it with renewed vigor, sending electricity shooting through your entire body. You screamed in pleasure, your voice cracking as you held onto his golden locks to ground you. It felt like you were flying, your entire body seizing and shaking as you came. The muscles in your abdomen and legs tightened so much that it almost hurt. You cried out his name, and felt him smirk against your center. He enjoyed every second of your undivided attention, was content to worship your body for hours and hours if only to hear the sound of you crying out for him. He reveled in it, bathed in it, burned it into his mind as best as he could.

As you came down from your climax, he pulled away. One of his thumbs replaced his mouth, drawing slow circles over your clit. You jerked at the feeling; he placed a lazy kiss against your thigh, reddened by his hand holding you down.

“You okay, flower?”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded, in a dreamlike state as you let your head fall back and closed your eyes. Your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath. “You’re too good at that…”

He laughed, the sound like music to your ears.

“You always make me feel so good, Joshy,” you continued, humming gently as he moved to lay down beside you. “I love you so much…”

“I love you, flower.”

You turned on your side again, brushing your hand over his face. His lips had become raw and swollen, practically glowing red in the sunlight. You traced your finger over them, admiring their plump shape. God, he was too good.

Gently, you reached for the waistband of his sweats and pulled at them.

“Take these off.”

He obeyed instantly, kicking his sweats off along with his underwear. He flushed pink as you hooked a leg around him, and used your hand to grasp his length. A tiny moan filled the space between you. A smile graced your lips. You pressed your hand on one side of his cock as you brought it to your slick center, and began to grind against him. Your fluids slicked along the underside of him, the head of his cock nudging your sensitive clit. You breathed in unison, pleasure blooming through both of you even without his cock inside of you.

He hummed his satisfaction, pressing his face into your neck. “I could cum like this…” he admitted, his cock twitching against you.

“Do you want to?” You breathed, still rutting your hips against him. “Wanna cum all over me, Joshy? All over my hand and my pussy, hmmm?”

“Ahh–” his hips jerked against you. His length pulsed again, and you moaned into his ear. You loved making him melt, loved that you could have this effect on him without him even being inside of you.

“Tell me what you want, honey,” you cooed. You began to stroke him as you rolled your hips into him. You were getting close again, too, the feeling of his cockhead dragging against your center was delicious.

“Ah, Y/N, wanna cum just like this…”

You nodded, your free hand petting his hair as you continued your movements. You felt the muscles in his stomach clenching and releasing as you grinded against him. His breaths came shakily in your ear. His fingers found your waist, digging into the skin as he began to rut against you needily. Your combined voices were a chorus of moans through the quiet room as you both chased your release. Closing your eyes, you let yourself be taken by the sensation of having him close to you, the pleasure blooming through your body as the both of you held onto one another.

“Are you there, baby? I’m so close,” you sighed. This seemed to invigorate him.

“Yes, flower, I’m there. Just need you with me… Need you close to me…”

“I’m close to you Joshy, I’m here,” you breathed against him, finding his lips and pressing yours against him softly, slowly. Your mouths moved together tentatively, contrasting with the desperate rocking of your hips against one another. He swallowed your moans as you tensed against him. Your orgasm overtook you, each wave rolling over you more intense than the last one.

He groaned, then came your name in that beautiful voice as he found his own release. Sticky ropes of cum coated your hand and your center, mixing with your own release. You both continued rutting against each other, slowing your movements until finally you were both still.

“I love you so much,” Josh whispered. He kissed your head, stopping to breathe in the scent of your shampoo. A contented sigh left his lips as you shifted, him laying on his back and you letting your head rest on his chest. The steady thrum of his heart comforted you. The sound, coupled with the weed, and your physical exhaustion made you want a nap desperately.

“I love you, Josh,” you yawned. He brushed your hair out of your face, glancing down at your tired expression. A smile played on his lips, and he kissed your head again. “Can we take a nap?” you asked hopefully.

“You don’t wanna clean up first?” Josh inquired.

“No,” you mumbled, fighting back another yawn. “Just wanna sleep…”

“Okay, flower… Nap time it is.”

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