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[ickypuppi3]

nope, Billy did not graduate. In Season two, he was in his second to last year of highschool (confirmed by the Hawkins yearbook book). That school year would’ve ended in approx. May 1985, which is when Steve graduated. So Billy had one year left, and he dies a few months before that last year of high school starts.

[itoshi-s]

Bllk boys ranking though NNN also i lost bc of ur fics

PLSSSS nonnie im so sorry i made u lose !!! 😭 m happy u enjoyed it so much tho ajfhalkf now let me brainrot over how needy the bllk boys would be during the month of november !

ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ɴɴɴ !

ft: rin, sae, bachira, isagi, ryusei, reo, nagi, aiku, chigiri, kunigami, kaiser, & barou !

cw: nsfw (minors -17 dni!), characters are 18+, fem reader, mentions of rough sex, the boys being switchy, edging, mutual masturbation, sex toys, cannabis !

12. rin - doesn't participate ! ─── yep :( as a rinnie stan myself i know it's disappointing LMAO but he just knows it's unhealthy 😭 and he takes care of himself and his body so much, there's no way. cannot be bothered to take part in such challenges anyway,, they were childish to him at 16 yet alone when he's older sfkfal also is so busy, he'd be a fool to let go of any chance to touch you !!

11. bachira - a day ! ─── no. 1 needy baby ! isn't completely against the idea, actually even tells you he might try it out once you mention it - but he truly forgets all about it as soon as he comes come several hours later .. and sees you looking soooo good. pounces on you within seconds <3 also has an impressive refractory period & stamina too ! can keep going for hours on end and stuff u so full.... it just doesn't end ! he cums for the first time so quick and loses the challenge embarrassingly early but he makes it up to you so well <3

more under the cut !

10. barou - three days ! ─── agrees to your pretty pleading eyes - you want the both of you to try it out so that once the month ends, all hell can break loose ! you know shoei so well, how rough he is on the daily - the thought of him going even further, all desperate and frustrated, makes you giddier than ever. it's of course such a dumb idea to him, but since you're asking him so nicely, he might as well agree..... yeah it only lasts the few days bc he's away on a game and just isn't there to see you and touch you :/ as soon as he's through the front door you can nearly scent the pheromones on him. fucks u into the mattress so hard you're scared of how rough he could be after a whole month !

9. nagi - five days ! ─── he's all about the slow and lazy loving and rarely ever initiates something himself ((you're more than happy to take control though bc just think...... blowing him under the desk while he's gaming???? yeah think bout it)) so you're not at all surprised when he mumbles something about taking part in a challenge the guys talked abt in the group chat . nagi can be a menace with how lazy he is sometimes so you have your toys in handy anyway akfjhsa BUT you honestly would've thought he could last longer ! he might not show his desperation all that often or openly but he definitely is needy <3 ruts into you in your sleep not even a week in. as you wake him and try to scold him playfully , he just pulls you closer with a groan . "'s a pain already," he huffs, "help me out?"

8. isagi - a week and a half ! ─── takes it as a joke at first but figures that it might be fun, actually, and tries it out in the end . he's got very good self control too so is curious how well it'll work when it comes to you and his needs !! it's going pretty smoothly considering how tight his practice schedule is before his next match, BUT it all goes down the drain after said game .. comes back absolutely pumped and high on the goals he scored , on the way he absolutely devoured the other team and controlled the whole field - there's no other way to unwind than to take it out on u <3 it's the only way he knows ! is so loud once he finally takes u & makes u praise him so much ! loves to hear he's your best boy n how good he is to u <3 praise kink yoichi goes brr (yes i am still thinking about the thirst moshi ((@/saetoshis)) did !! its canon i confirm)

7. kunigami - two weeks ! ─── he wasn't rly going to take part when he first read about it in the gc but once he mentions it to you and it turns out you're actually excited abt the thought .. he just might take it up akfhf doesn't actually find it all that difficult and only ever realizes that actually you might be the one taking the hit when you openly start begging for him :( comes home to find u on the bed, teary eyed and overstimulated bc it's just been so long , and masturbation isn't all that exciting anymore ever since u have him . please ren, just drop it already. finds the look on ur face so amusing , you're so miffed as if it wasn't your idea in the first place ! quickly wipes the frown off your pretty features and replaces it with crossed eyes and lolled out tongue tho <3

6. reo - two and a half weeks ! ─── you make him do it <3 and the thought is far too thrilling for him to refuse. also...... he's a switch leaning sub anyway so :( does he even have any word in it? no not really. one look from u is all it takes to make him melt ! it drives you insane to see how he just gives a slight whine or a sigh in the mornings, hard cock straining against his boxers but he's such a good boy - of course he listens and doesn't touch himself <3 just gets up and goes on with his day , knowing better. has this haze over his mind and it shows by his glossy eyes or warm hands that start to roam around your body more frequently . you only ever let him drop it when he's nearly in tears ,, it just hurts !!!!! he cannot keep focus on practice or workouts anymore :( the ache in his tummy and boxers too overwhelming. wraps his arms around you from behind as you cook dinner for u two - sturdy chest pressing all against you, hands grabbing at your waist and there's a shaky breath by your ear. please, please i can't take this anymore. you're not that cruel, and end up praising him for being such a good boy for u for the past weeks <3

4. sae - three weeks ! ─── gets annoyed with the way you keep teasing him, even when he comes home from the longest day of practice ever, and thinks that it might actually be the perfect time to teach you a lesson ! tbh sae strikes me as a dom BUT with solid switch tendencies so !! he actually starts to regret his decision like a week and a half in lol. doesn't let it show at all though and keeps his cool,, knowing that it's exactly how to rile you up <3 giving you such humdrum looks it makes you week in the knees. it's until he sees you come out of the shower, a pretty little vibe in hand, cheeks flushed and eyes lidded when he realizes he might not have the upper hand anymore :( knows that he can keep control of his needs if he has to, but it just gets so fucking annoying, even more so when he knows he's the one that came up with it in the first place. is beyond thankful when u unexpectedly finally BEG HIM to just feel him,, and takes you right here in the moment. puts u in a mating press and fucks you silly only to flip you over and make you ride him as the prettiest little sound start to slip out. ngh- yeah, make m'cum, pretty girl. can't think straight no more. ( > ///////////// < ) cums embarrassingly fast like this as well ...... like just a minute or two of you riding him and grabbing at his shoulders or biceps and he's whining so loud. pretty baby is so flustered tho !!!

4. chigiri - three weeks ! ─── PLEASE he's such a tease ! takes up on the challenge when he hears the boys mention it and is kind enough to give you a heads up . is definitelyyyy one of the biggest menaces of them all tho with the way he riles u up so much. knows that the way he brings his hair up into a loose ponytail instantly makes u think of how he does it whenever he's about to eat you out - so he does it right in front of ur eyes, hairtie in his teeth and giving you a sly look ! makes plans with you so that you just have to go to practice with him first,, otherwise you won't make it on time - because he knows how much it turns you on to see him in the zone <3 thinks that he has it all in control until you crawl between his spread legs and give him the prettiest begging eyes, hands already palming at the sturdy muscle of his thighs, threatening to move higher - right where he now feels the dull ache and strain against his shorts. this is unfair, hyo. haven't i been good to you? isn't all that much of a hard dom,, but definitely makes you feel it how it wasn't worth spurring him on :((

3. aiku - three and a half weeks ! ─── same thing that happened with barou,, but this man has much better self control ! it gets him INSANELY hard and fucking insane to think of how you'll be dripping by the very end of this month , pleading him to finally fill you up. doesn't let you touch yourself either, though </3 so that's what it makes it even more fucked up ! he's the one to convince you to it - has to give a little push bc you're just so needy, the thought alone is enough to make your head spin - but knows that you're actually a lil excited yourself when he sees the glint in your eyes ! doesn't try to tease you all that much but pleaseeeeee have u seen this man .. he doesn't even need to try and he gets you SOAKING ! might just bust a nut himself everytime he thinks of how good it'll feel to finally have you once the month's finished. all of his plans go to waste when you end up watching a movie and smoking a blunt together tho ...... it's ridiculous how you're on top of him within SECONDS after the few first hits kjafhaskfh the weed makes you hazy too you end up going for hourssss on end :( in the morning you're smacking him in the head for even giving u the idea to smoke when you both know how horny u two get afterwards ,, maybe it was his unconscious horny self making the decision tho afhakhsaf

1. ryusei - the whole month ! ─── PLSSSS he's so deranged afafalasfa he LOVES edging the both of u. makes sure u know what's about to come days before november even starts lol and makes good use of it,, you don't even have the energy to think about fucking for the first few days of nov when he's railed u so good minutes before midnight hit 😭 is such a tease during the whole month ! would straight up edge you and bring you right up to your high, only to pull away at the very last second and leave you crying so pretty :( is mean about it, but knows it'll be worth it in the end ! looooves mutual masturbation - thinks that he just might fail when he sees u spread out in front of him, panting and moaning so sweetly, BUT ofc he doesn't let neither of you come . scares you with the way he grabs you so rough and fucks you on the literal floor as soon as the date changes to december :0 pls he's so funny i can see him checking the clock both before it starts & ends gives you the absolute best fuck you've ever had your whole life ,, you need to call in sick the next day bc your cervix is so bruised and gives you cramps :(

1. kaiser - the whole month ! ─── does it just to prove a point. you're a brat to him anyway,, so he's sure you can take matters into your own hands for just a month! (it's not like he absolutely adores the iittle attitude of yours and is the one that always spurs you on even further! definitely not ! </3) considering the world cup is coming soon, he's away most of the days anyways, but usually he'd take care of you as soon as he comes back .. this time he only gives you a good night kiss and pulls you close :( no action whatsoever ! as if you didn't exist to him in any sexual form. also doesn't let you touch him even once either - he despises any distractions after all! it makes you want to cry with desperation cause your own touch just isn't enough - it's a whole other experience to have him manhandling u around and making u do the work to please him ! he takes you to the world cup with him as well,, since he doesn't want u to be lonely ((and actually wants u there with him </3)) so you're extremely fucked . seeing him absolutely trashed and exhausted after a match ?? watching from the first row stands as he absolutely demolishes the field ?? he couldn't get any hotter than he is during the games and u know it :( you end up nearly crying when he finally allows you to touch him , thank him thru the tears and he makes you come in like mere minutes :( won't ever admit that this is the hardest he's ever been lmaoo

© itoshi-s. do not plagiarize, repost as your own or mention on other sm platforms.

[rustytrident]

time for the token pact mark hcs every obey me writing account has!!

kinda 18+ on asmo's section but not in the way u think.

mammon's pact mark came first, and you couldn't say you were surprised when it showed up on the palm of your dominant hand. circular, not too intricate, shining yellow; it wasn't exactly hard to miss but it wasn't too obvious, compared to the ones you would gather along the way. mammon still finds every chance to hold your hand, trace his sigil – hell, even high five you – so he can feel his power merged with your energy (his favourite is when you cup his face with that hand, but of course he won't admit it).

leviathan's showed up on your sternum – an interesting spot, you thought, but rolled with it either way. it was only when you felt envy for the first time after your pact that you realised it weighs down more on your chest than any other spot on your body. did you kinda feel like iron man, walking around with an orange circle in the middle of your chest? yeah. did you thank whoever decided the mark would show up there when levi cuddled his face into your sternum to feel your combined energy before he fell asleep? yeah <3.

beelzebub's showed up on your tongue, and no matter how obvious the spot is you just couldn't find it the first few days?? like okay pact is here but here where?? then you yawned in front of a mirror by chance and almost gave yourself whiplash cause why was your tongue bleeding?? upon further inspection, you concluded it was just a pact mark! long, branching out like the roots of a tree, like lightning, from the back to the front of your tongue, it looked sick. now, did you start taking selfies with your tongue out because of a newfound bad boy look or was it because you wanted to show off your demon – that is up to the audience's interpretation.

asmodeus gave you a tramp stamp. a fucking tramp stamp. you don't even know whether to laugh or cry the first time you see it in all its pink glory, so you do neither. you call solomon. you ask him where his pact mark is. he answers "on my lower back, right above my ass". you hang up the phone. asmo later on explains that he's doing you a favour by getting you into 2000s fashion, and that you should be glad the pact mark showed up there, and not on the spot the beings he doesn't have romantic feelings for get it. you don't ask where that is, but you do start wearing more low rise clothes. asmo's home screen after that is him hugging your ass after he put you in his juicy sweatpants with the bedazzled JUICY on them, pact mark on full display.

satan's pact mark is on your temples – two small, spiked circle sigils, green as his sin's colour. he says you look hot when you get mad and they light up, and when you roll your eyes at him he reassures you that you look just as badass, too. the one time you watched back a video leviathan took of you failing to beat a boss for what felt the hundredth time on the newest game he bought, you understood what satan meant. if you're the type of person to cry while angry, your red eyes make the green marks show up even more – satan says during those moments you look like a siren, and you accept it with a bashful nod. it would be improper to deny a compliment from a demon lord, anyway.

belphegor's mark showed up on your nape. you're bummed out about not being able to see it when you'd like, but he says it's fine. really, who wouldn't be overjoyed about having purple, star-like freckles at the back of their neck, right? especially when your demon says they remind him of the sky in the human world, hence the design and detail that was put into it. sometimes, belphegor likes to fall asleep while spooning you and kissing the stars on your nape. will he admit it? nah. but you know, and he knows, and that's enough (he's usually asleep after the 11th star. yes, you counted).

lucifer gave you the longest mark you had, starting from the top of your neck, and dropping down between your collar bones. it looked like a very intricate dagger, with a carved blade, the tip of it resting at the spot where your ribcage starts. when you asked him about it, he told you that pride, the sin and the feeling both, demands of you to keep your head up. hold your head down, submit, show humility, and you miss it. and so, you kept your head up. it wasn't like lucifer carelessly handed out pacts and emotional bonds with the beings of any realm – and you couldn't say you disliked when his eyes trailed down to your neck before returning to your eyes again, with a softer look this time.

gonna close this by saying that the only pact mark placements I've seen are on mc's back, placed in a sigil wheel, or one atop the other in a line on their spine. still, if someone has said what I said before me, tell me so i can credit them!

[boldlyvoid]

The Whore of Babylon

18+ | Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Kevin x reader

Summary: Eddie's friends are Virgins, and His Girlfriend has a Virginity kink

Warnings: lowkey cuck Eddie, sexualization of the reader, teasing, Virgin kink, panty sniffing (mentions of past panty stealing), Eddie teaches the boys how to pleasure a woman, Oral sex (f receiving from all 4), hand jobs, Vaginal sex, condom use, bi Eddie, Bi Jeff, Questioning Gareth (he kisses Eddie in this), spit, multiple orgasms (6), praise and degradation, cum play, Master kink... i really hope i got it all but this one is really dirty

word count: 7.1k

All her boys came over after a long-awaited game of hellfire. Being separated at different colleges and jobs made it hard to play once a week, it became more like once a month now. They used this time together to party, have a few beers, joints and way too much pizza.

Like clockwork, she moves the empty pizza boxes to the kitchen and wanders back into the main room of the trailer she shared with Eddie. She sits in his lap as the party starts to come to a close, whispering something in his ear as his hands trail up her bare legs and under her skirt. 

This was usually the boy's queue to get going. 

“Seriously?” Gareth complains for the group as they all groan, “we’re having fun, do we really have to leave just so you two can fuck all night instead?” 

“Awe, are the virgins jealous?” She teases Gareth, Jeff and Kev with a pout. 

“No…” he’s defensive but his cheeks and neck heat up a cute shade of pink which lets her know he’s lying. 

She looks at Eddie, carefully, talking to him with her eyes, “you really want to?” Eddie knows exactly what she means, and she nods. “okay… should you tell them or should I?” 

“Tell uth what?” Jeff asks, his adorable lisp making her smile. 

She loved all of them, they were all her best friends before they introduced her to Eddie. Being in the same grade, she grew up with these 3 boys, they were her best friends, she knew more about them than anyone else, they were her boys. 

It wasn’t her fault that she fell for Eddie, and none of them held it against her… It was just really hard for them to know that she was getting railed by the dungeon master most nights while they were all virgins, and slightly pining for her. She knew they were, she always did, but the feelings weren’t fully reciprocated. She loved them, she thought they were all handsome and sweet in their own ways, but Eddie was the love of her life. 

She thought they’d get girlfriends, or boyfriends even, at some point… but the older they got, the longer they waited and it was getting embarrassing at this point. They all talked about how hard it was being a virgin in their 20s while Eddie always made being a sex god look so easy. 

Time and time again, Eddie told them they just needed to break the seal. They just needed to let loose and sleep with someone, then it wouldn’t be as scary… then maybe they’d find something more. Since meeting Y/N, he was always insisting that making love was better than random hookups, making the boys jealous even further. 

“Well,” she looks at Eddie and then back to the boys, focusing mostly on Gareth as he had it the worst for her. “What if you let me take your virginities?” 

They’re silent. For the first time ever, none of the boys have any words. 

“I think I broke them,” she whispers to Eddie, making him laugh. 

“She’s not kidding,” Eddie adds, “she’s talked about this for the last 2 years… we just didn’t think it would ever come to this.” 

“I thought there would be no way we’d all hit 21 and I’d still be the only one of us having sex,” she tries to cover up the truth he just spilled. 

“and…” he wants her to tell them. “Go on, share with them how much of a dirty whore you can be.” 

She shifts in his lap, anxiously fighting the heat in her stomach as it grows and feeling just how hard he was under her. He was thinking about all his friends taking turns with his girl, how hot it would be to see them try to ruin her but all she wants is for him to show them how it’s done…

“I have this dream,” she starts softly, avoiding the boy's eye contact as they all gather around her, sitting on the floor in front of Eddies lazy boy, looking up at her in awe, it felt like storytime. Gareth on her right, Jeff on her left, and Kevin smack dab in the middle. He didn’t know it yet, but he had the best seat in the house.

“Go on,” Eddie encourages her even more. 

“I really like the thought of taking someone's virginity, and so seeing as Eddie was already deflowered when I got him i didn’t get to really experience it… but there’s something so satisfying about watching a man lose it all for you, being the first person he slips into… ruining him for everyone else—

“She’s good at that part,” he warns them. 

She shrugs, proud of herself. “I really love Eddie, you guys need to know that, this is just a kink for me and if you don’t want to ruin the friendship, I get it. But the offer stands, for any or all of you.” 

“Yes!” Gareth is the first to offer, sitting on his knees and moving in closer. “Please?” 

She giggles, “what about you two?” 

Jeff nods, unable to find any words to say and Kevin mumbles, “uh-ye—mhmm.” 

“Good,” she smirks and sits on Eddie, reverse cowgirl, back to his chest and legs spread. “Now, time for the ground rules, boys.” 

They all nod, moving in even closer to her, all sprouting cute little bulges in their jeans and silently fighting their way to be first in line to fuck her. 

She puts out her hand and Eddie fishes a box of condoms out from the side pocket of his chair, placing them in her palm. “First things first, you’re all wearing raincoats. I only plan on making you god-fathers in the future. Distant, future at that.” 

It makes them all laugh, which makes her feel a little more at ease. The last thing she wanted was to completely ruin their friendships. 

“Second, no kissing on the mouth,” she looks right at Kevin, more than once he’s gotten drunk and tried to kiss her, always ashamed after but she never held it against him. He was a flirty, cuddly drunk, hes also tried to kiss Jeff. 

“No affectionate pet names either, you are not allowed to get attached to me, this is a dirty one off and then I expect you to take what you’ve learned and apply it out there in the real world,” she explained carefully. “Got it?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Gareth answers and the other two nod, following his lead as always. 

With her legs spread already, she leans back against eddies chest and lets him lift her skirt up, showing off his girl like he just popped the hood on a Ferrari. 

“Third rule,” Eddie speaks this time, voice deep and low, something only she’s really heard. His hand ghosts over her panties, “if she says stop, you stop. I doubt you three will last long enough to get crazy with her, but it has to be said.” 

“Obviously, man,” Jeff understands, reaching out to place his hand on her ankle and feel up her soft skin. 

“We’re going to treat her like treasure,” Kevin adds, staring right at the wet patch forming in her pink panties. “Long awaited, ever so rewarding, treasure.” 

Eddie groans in her ear, nibbling at the lobe gently. His free hand snakes up her chest and palms at her breast, while the other works tiny circles over her clothed clit,  “should I give them a run down on what you like?” 

She nods, melted into his touch, “teach ‘em how it’s done.” 

“Lift,” he instructs and she moves her feet to rest on the seat, beside his knees as she lifts her hips up, giving him the opportunity to push her panties to her knees before she sat down on his lap again. “Boys, would you mind?” 

They rush to help them come off the rest of the way and then fight for who gets to hold them, “hey,” Eddie calls their attention back to her. 

“Gareth,” she delegates, “you can have them."

He takes them from Kevin and holds them to his face, breathing in her scent while his other hand palmed over his jeans, he groaned, “sweet Jesus.” 

“He’s the only one who hasn’t stolen a pair yet,” she teases.

The other two look embarrassed immediately. “How?” 

“I know what I leave here,” she smirks. “So when I come back and my panties aren’t in his drawer anymore, but you were in his room last, then I know. But I don’t mind.” 

Eddies ring-covered hand has been cupped around her cunt the whole time, not letting them get a look at the goods while they acted like this. “You guys ready to learn or what?” 

They straighten back up, desperate for the show to begin. 

With two fingers he spreads her pussy lips apart, “this my friends, is a pussy of epic proportions. Juicy, delicious, she can take a beating and always comes back wanting more… for me, at least.” 

It was only slightly embarrassing, but the way the boys drooled over her made her feel better than ever. It was so fucking nice to be desired like this. She felt like a centrefold in playboy and it was actually really, really nice. 

Eddie kisses her cheek gently as she leaned back to rest her head on his shoulder. “Who did you want to go first?” He whispers. 

“Gareth,” she all but moans his name. 

“You heard her, scoot,” he instructs the boys out of the way so that Gareth can sit right in front of her. He crawls over on his knees, resting his hands on her knees and soothing them down her thighs.

“Gare-bear, can you show the class where the clit is, please?” Eddie asks, using his nickname as a way to remind him who was in charge. 

He looks puzzled, causing Eddie to suck his teeth, “how do you plan on pleasing a woman if you don’t know what that is?” 

“I—

“Save it,” Eddie pushes him back and stands up with Y/N in his arms. He slams her down on the chair and gets on his knees with the other boys. 

“Strip,” he instructs her and she misses no time ripping off her tank top, pushing her skirt to the floor and flinging her bra halfway across the room before she sat back down on the lazy boy and spread her legs for him. 

The boys all groan, it’s a symphony of pleasure that she’s been secretly dying to hear since they all hit puberty. 

Eddie spreads her pussy open once more and places his index finger right on her clit, “this right here, this is the clit. She’s sometimes hidden under the hood, kinda like foreskin, but she’s 10 times more sensitive than the head of your cock and she’ll never disappoint you if you pay attention to her.” 

Y/N can’t help but moans as he applies more pressure and mores his finger around in circles. He dips down to her whole, gathering up her wetness with the pads of his forefingers and rubbing it into her clit. It feels so good, being touched and being watched, she can’t help her back as it arches or the sounds that leave her whorish little mouth. 

“Holy shit,” Gareth can barely breathe. “That’s it?” 

“No,” Eddie smirks at him first and then moves in closer to Y/N. “It helps the most, but that’s not all you need.” His lips collide with her inner thigh as he kisses towards her centre. “It’s about attention to detail, you can’t just go from 0 to 4th gear and expect to win the race, you need to rev her up a bit, work the gears and then fuck her into overdrive.” 

“Please,” she begs, gripping the armrest of the chair like her life depended on it, feeling emptier than ever before. 

“See,” Eddie chuckles against her skin, kissing her underwear line, edging impossibly close to eating her out when he knew he was supposed to let Gareth go first. 

He can’t help himself, he takes one long lick, spreading his whole tongue along her cunt, he was addicted to her taste. He moans against her, tongue deep inside while the tip of his nose budged at her clit. She gripped his hair, moaning at how good it was but she pulled him away anyway, “baby, come on.” 

“Sorry,” he looked up at he with lust-blown eyes, face already covered in her. “I had to get the first lick, but at least you know what to do now, Gare.” 

Gareth couldn’t believe he was next, he let Eddie move out of the way and then got impossibly close to her. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her right to the edge, “ready?” 

She nods, not expecting him to go in just as hard as Eddie, but if she knew anything about Gareth, he was competitive. Especially as Eddie’s back-up singer. He was a quick learner, she’ll give him that, because the second his mouth is on her, he’s sucking on her clit like his life depends on it. 

She runs her fingers through his short, curly hair, it’s so soft and she’s not used to something this short to hold onto, but she likes it. She grinds her hips along with his movements, letting him know just how good he feels on her. “I’m— I’m so, fuck, close already…” 

Gareth peaks up at her, dragging his tongue over her in a serpentine motion, never breaking eye contact. She cups his face, holding him closer as his tongue flicks back and forth over her clit and then he stops, “can I finger you?” 

She nods, “fuck yeah, you can, Mr. Drummer.” 

He smirks and then slips his two middle fingers into his own mouth, he swirls his tongue around them in preparation. When they’re wet enough, he teases her hole with a smirk, shaking his head at how fucking insane this felt and overjoyed to finally be there. He’s gentile at first, watching his fingers go in and out of her slowly as he soaked it all in. It was really happening. 

“Curl them,” Eddie gives him a tip from the sideline, “feel that spongey texture? Thats her g-spot, so when you hit that and her clit at the same time, it’ll make her tremble.” 

He listens well, curing his fingers and returning his tongue to her clit. He pumps into her with quick, short thrusts, making an absolute mess as she finally came on his fingers with a shout. 

Eddie clapped, “‘atta boy!! See fellas, that’s how it’s done.”

Gareth pulls out with a grin, “that was so fucking cool,” he muses before shoving his fingers in his mouth and licking them clean.  

She runs her fingers through his sweaty hair again, smiling at him as she sits up, “oh, my god, dude. The ladies are going to love you.” 

“You think?” His eyes gleam with pride. 

“Absolutely,” she ruffles his hair and then pats his cheek, “but it’s Jeff's turn now…” 

“Really?” He perks up, looking at her with big eyes, “for…” 

“I don’t plan on sending you boys out into the world without a lesson,” she calls him over with a wink. “Come get a taste.” 

“Let me just,” he turns away, putting his fingers in his mouth and popping out his retainer. He places the slobbery thing on the coffee table and then makes his way over. “Can I take my shirt off?” 

She nods, “of course, you guys can do whatever, get comfortable.” 

He pulls his shirt off so quickly and moves in closer to her. He’s ripped, buffer than she remembered with the sexiest dusting of chest hair. He takes a softer approach, he kisses her thighs and caresses her skin with his cheek, possibly making up for his rough, calloused fingers. 

He was so gentile, even with his tongue. He listened to Eddie's words from before, paying attention to her clit while his pointer finger swirled around the cum gathering at her hole, using it as lube when he eventually pushed the digit inside of her. He curls it slightly, rubbing the interesting texture with curiosity, making her thighs twitch. 

“Christ,” she wants to toss her head back more, arch her back higher, but she’s trapped in the uncomfortable, brown suede recliner she’s been fucked in too many times already. 

“Hold on a sec? I just wanna lie down,” she explains as she pets Jeffs cheek, assuring him it’s not an issue with him. “I’m uncomfortable up here.” 

He nods and helps her to the carpet, not noticing Eddie had run out to his bedroom to get some pillows and blankets, “here, put them under her for leverage.” 

The boys listened well, they moved the table out of the way and laid down the blanket first and then got her all comfortable. They wouldn’t have it any other way, honestly. 

Jeff crawled back between her legs, and Kev sat awkwardly beside her, watching and feeling only a slight bit left out. As soon as Jeff began to continue, she reached over for Kevin to hold his and bring it to her boob, “you can play with them…” 

“Yeah?” He gets down lover, laying on his side so he can palm one boob and kiss the other. With a small boost in confidence, he takes her nipple in his mouth and moans around her. She knew he’d love that. 

His hair was sweaty from simply watching, but that didn’t stop her from petting his curls. She simply loved touching. She was always so touch starved, she’s cuddled with all of them more than once, she’s had sleepovers with them and hugged them randomly just for closeness… this was so, so much better. 

Gareth is watching it all with a hand on his cock, still shaking his head at how fucking insane this all is, but not wanting to change a single thing. All he wondered was if he was going to be the first to slip inside of her or not, he didn’t want to get too carried away in his thoughts, but his hand felt so good as he watched on. 

Eddie reached out and placed his hand on Gareth’s shoulder, making him jump slightly. “Man, I can’t believe you got her…” 

Eddie smirks, “I know, right?” 

She’s completely lost in the moment, not listening in the slightest as she cums a second time for Jeff and Kevin basically pushes him away so he can have his turn. But when Jeff kneels beside her, she reaches for his belt and starts to unbuckle it. They get him out of his pants and boxers and suddenly it’s only the two of them who are naked. 

She strokes his hard cock, he’s slimmer than Eddie but definitely longer. It was so impressive. Cut, tip glistening and balls full. Even Eddie’s jaw dropped when he saw it. “dude…” 

“What?” 

Gareth’s eyes are wide, Kev looks up at him, face covered in pussy juice already. “Holy shit, man?” 

“What?!” He gets self-conscious. 

“They’re jealous,” she smirks up at him. “I know Eddie is cause he isn’t cut…” 

“Oh,” Jeff thinks nothing of it. 

“But size doesn’t matter,” she reaffirms. “If you know what you’re doing anything can work.” 

“Anything?” Kev wonders, innocently. 

She nods, “wanna show me what you’ve got?” 

He sits up on his knees and starts to unbutton his jeans quickly, he was chubby and soft, hairy tummy leading down his happy trail to a decent sized, girthy, cock standing tall around his untamed pubic hair. 

“Babe, where are the condoms?” She asks Eddie, “Kev can go first, give him one.” 

“Fuck,” Gareth mumbles under his breath, looking disappointed. 

She peers past Kev to look at him, “you got to make me cum already, give him a chance. My clit is so sensitive right now, I need something more… but you come here,” she points to her other side, jerking Jeff off still on the other side again. 

Kevin gets gloved up and lines up with her, feeling up her thighs nervously, she looks up at him with kind eyes, “ready, Kev?”  

He nods, “I’m sorry in advance if I’m not good…” 

“Take your time, enjoy it, I will too,” she assures him with a smile that grows dark. “Come on, big boy, fuck me.” 

When he slips in slowly with a groan, “oh my god…” 

Eddie smirks, “one down.” 

“Fuck,” she whimpers as he bottoms out, the stretch was nice and feeling him against her, between her legs, was just as wonderful. 

Laying on her back, completely, she turns to Gareth with a smile, he was watching her boobs giggle as Kev began to thrust. “Take these off,” she taps on Gareth’s jean-clad thigh. 

He gets out of his jeans as quickly as possible, tossing his shirt away while he’s at it. 

She tries to watch, but paying attention was hard when Kev’s thrusts started to pick up, “Oh, I knew you’d be cute…” she compliments him as her back arches, she moans, gripping her breast again, “shit…” 

“What?” He blushes. 

Jeff laughs, stroking his own cock now as she put her attention on Gareth. “She thinks you’re tiny,” he attempts to tease him. 

“No,” she smacks Jeff’s thigh and moans again. “Shit, Kev, right there…” 

They all turn their attention to Kevin, not expecting him to do as well as he was. He was the Bass player after all, always the forgotten one. But he fucked her with a passion, he had rhythm and power and he knew what he was doing. “more… more, please?” 

Gareth reaches a hand out to rub her clit, helping Kev along as he focuses on keeping his cool. He bit his lip, eyes closed as he kept going, he wanted her to cum first and then he’d let himself go, like a true gentleman. “Oh, fuck,” she reaches out for Jeff’s hand and pulls him closer, shoving his face into her tits as a silent instruction to suck. 

He was good with his mouth, covering her breasts in hickies as she chased her next orgasm. She honestly had no clue what number she was on at this point, and she didn’t care as she felt Kevin stutter and still inside of her as he filled the condom with a grunt. His grip on her knees tightened, “fuuuck….” 

She giggled, proud of her buddy. The other two get antsy, they silently fight with each other with pointed looks back and forth, both wanting to be next. “Boys…” Eddie finally speaks up, “let Kevin pull out before you kill each other.” 

She laughs again, “Jeff, do you mind if Gareth goes next?”

He shakes his head, “I guess not…” 

“I’m just saving the best for last,” she runs her hand over his thigh gently with a wink. 

Kevin pulled out, laughing to himself at how fucking wild it was that he just fucked his best friend, no longer a virgin. She sits up between them, accepting a glass of water from Eddie and taking a few sips as the boys exchange places. Kev sits beside her again, only in his boxers now. He pulls her into a quick side hug and kisses her sweaty forehead. “Thank you.” 

She laughs, “you’re welcome, buddy.” 

Gareth rolled a condom on with haste, waiting not so patiently for her to finish her water and pick a new position, “this is fucking wild… like, am I dreaming?” 

Eddie laughs again, “it’s about fucking time this happened. She’s wanted to fuck you for so long.” 

“Shut up,” she glares at him. 

“Even before I knew about her virginity kink, she has a soft spot for you, Gare-Bear,” Eddie can’t help himself, it was fun for him to rub it in that he won her in the end. 

“You’re lying,” Gareth doesn’t believe it anyway. “You had years to fuck me before we even introduced you to him?” He points at Eddie. 

“I think you’re cute, okay? And I know you’ll make a girl very happy one day… that being said, you wanna fuck me or not?” She wasn’t interested in explaining her long-gone childhood crush right now. 

She handed the glass to Eddie, “be nice, please…” 

He snarled at her but then leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, breathing her in and kissing her with a passion, marking his territory for all the boys to remember. 

She pushes him back with a smile, “you’ll get your turn.” 

“And then forever?” 

She nods, “now let me get back to it.” 

“Okay,” he puts his free hand up in defence as he backed away, “have fun…” 

She sits in Gareth’s lap, hovering over his cock with her hands resting on his shoulders. “Figured you’d like this view better…” 

She gets to watch his face, up close and personal, as he slips inside of her for the first time. She gets to watch his pupils dilate, his breath hitch and his body quiver. “Oh my god…” 

She kisses his cheek and down his neck as she started to ride him. As she picked up the pace, Gareth struggled to keep his eyes open, swallowed up by the pleasure of her fucking herself on his cock. His hands rested on her hips and slowly migrated to her ass, he squeezed her cheeks firmly and then slapped her ass, hard, making her yelp. 

“I can’t believe you held out on me all these years,” he groans, tossing his head back to get his hair out of his eyes, “if I knew you were such a dirty whore deep down I would’ve offered to fuck you years ago…” 

“No, you wouldn’t have,” she teases, knowing if she pushed him hard enough he would snap, just like Eddie. “I was waiting to be corrupted, I think we both were…” 

He holds her still, not letting her move and so she whines, wanting more of him. “You’re right,” he stares at her lips, “you have corrupted me.” 

She smirks, “now show me what you’ve learned.” 

He sits up on his knees, holding her lover back with both hands so he stayed inside of her, “pillows, now,” he makes Jeff hand them both over, he stacks them for Gareth and then he rests her lower back on them. When he starts thrusting again, he smiles while watching her tits jiggle, “good god… oh, fuck, I’m never going to be the same.” 

“Good, huh?” Eddie whispers in his ear, making Gareth's eyes flutter, turned on more than ever before. “Nothing is quite as good as her tight little pussy and her perfect tits, look at how she’s laid out for you, buddy…”

Gareth groans, “fuck, I wish I could kiss her,” he lets his true feelings out. “Not doing anything with my mouth is fuckin weird… shit,” he’s having the time of his life fucking her into the blanket-covered carpet, “and I’m talking too much, right?”

Eddie smirks, “she said you can’t kiss her, but nothing about me…” he places a kiss on Gareth’s bare shoulder and along his neck as he moaned. “I always thought you’d be soft…” 

Jeff and Kevin look at each other in shock and awe, they knew Eddie was bi, and so is Jeff… but Gareth has never said a word about the subject. He was pining so hard for Y/N and competing toe-to-toe with Eddie for so long, he must’ve built up some attraction to him, too. 

The sight of her boyfriend making out with her best friend as said friend fucks her is a scene, unlike anything her wildest dreams could conjure up. She grips her breasts and grinds back against his cock, moaning with each thrust when Eddie’s hand comes down to rub her clit. 

Gareth swats his hand out of the way and bites his lip quickly, letting it go when Eddie yelped, “right now, she’s mine.” 

Eddie goes to fight back but Y/N’s guttural moan granted her all of his attention, “fuck, Gare… please, please?” 

He rubs her clit and fucks her faster, hunching over her he balances with one hand on the ground beside her hip, giving him the perfect leverage to suck on her tits at the same time. And she was in heaven. Her hands came up to scratch his back, digging in deep as Gareth pounded her into the carpet and made her scream. 

Her back arches even further as she cums, her nails dig so deep into him he yelps, but it feels so good mixed with how tight she got around his cock just then. “Fuck,” he groans, “take it, take it! Fuck, that’s it, oh man, cum on my cock like a—fuck, like a good little whore…” he’s shaking as he tries to hold off, fucking her through her orgasm before he even dares reach his own. 

He drops against her chest and ruts into her faster, he buries his face into her neck and covers her in kisses and praise, “oh, fuck, thank you. Thank you,” he kisses both her cheeks and her forehead. “I can’t fucking believe that just happened.” 

She cups his face and giggles as she looks up at him, all fucked out with rosy cheeks down to his chest and sweaty hair, “believe it or not, but you’re still inside of me.” 

“Oh, oh, sorry,” he sits up on his knees and goes to pull out slowly with a shutter. “Sweet christ almighty…” 

Eddie giggles as he watches, “she gets real creamy around 4 orgasms.” 

Jeff was practically on the verge of exploding he was so hard, that the head of his cock was dripping as he ignored it. 

She sits back up as soon as she’s calmed down enough to move again, “holy shit…” 

Gareth is a blushing mess, unable to even look at her but she pulls him into a hug and kisses his cheek. “You did wonderfully.” 

He kisses the top of her head, resting his cheek against her hair with a smile, “that was awesome.” 

She laughs and turns to the last virgin in the room, “it was… but, Jeffery, you’re up.” 

He anxiously nods, taking a condom from Eddie and rolling it over his own length. “H-how d’you—

“What would you like?” She cuts him off, crawling over to him with a sweet smile, “just, go easy on me?” 

He nods, feverishly, “yeah, yeah, um…” he takes a second to think, “missionary is good, I guess?” 

She laughs and pulls him in for a hug, resting her weight on his shoulder with her arms wrapped around his buff shoulders, “thank god… I’m so fucked out I don’t think I could ride you if you paid me.” 

“Do you want more water?” Jeff worries as he rubs her back, “or a snack? I think you still have those two-bite brownies left… you know the good ones from KFC? I saw them in the fridge earlier.” 

It makes her giggle, “I’m okay, very, very okay,” she pulls away from him with a smirk, “Eddie’s record with me in one night is 9 currently, this is nothing.” 

He awkwardly laughs, “nine? Seriously?” The other boys laugh, too, watching on as Jeff gets the most affection from her.

She nods, very proud, “wanna bring me to number 5 now?” 

He nods, “are you ready?” 

“Absolutely,” she gives him all the consent in the world with that and her beautiful smile. 

He lays her back gently, spreading her legs and getting between them, finally. He takes a moment to close his eyes and take a deep breath, hoping this memory lasted a very long time after it inevitably ended. 

He slips in slowly, going inch by inch and letting her adjust, but also fascinated with the view of her taking his length. He angles her hips up, stealing the pillows back and shoving them under her, “how are you still so fucking tight?” 

Eddie’s dark chuckle makes her head turn to him, she almost forgot he was there, so blissed out from being passed around their friends all night. “Isn’t she fucking fantastic.” 

He’s been slowly stripping himself from his clothes with each round, leaving him in just his checkered, red, boxers. He palmed himself gently every so often, hearing her cum so much and having nothing to do with it made his cock twitch, but nothing got him off quite like being alone with her. 

Jeff starts to pick up the pace, thrusting into her again and again as she laid there and took it with pride. Arms laid flat on the carpet, Jeff held her hips and manhandled her on and off his cock like she was nothing, it was quite the sight to see. All the boys were quite amazed. 

Eddie crawls over and reaches for her hand, holding it gently and caressing her with his thumb. She felt like the luckiest girl in the world, being treated like a queen by her 4 favourite boys while simultaneously quadrupling her body count. 

Jeff reaches out his hand, “spit,” he instructs Eddie and he does just that. Spitting in his hand so he can bring it to Y/N’s swollen clit for some added glide. His once gentle demeanour now gone, lust overtook him. He was getting carried away, “are you close?” 

She whined, “ye-yeah.” 

Eddie brushes some sweaty hairs off her face, watching her eyes roll back as yet another orgasm built in her stomach and exploded through her veins in glorious waves of euphoria. 

“Jeff, oh my god,” she reaches out for him, running her fingers over his abs each time he thrusts back in. “Please, please?” 

“Let go, princess,” Eddie encourages her. “Show him how much tighter you get when you cum.” 

“Show me,” his grip tightens and his rhythm changes. The desperation in his voice is what sends her over the edge more than anything. 

She gives him what he was searching for, she cums with a gasp as he stills inside of her, deeper than ever, she can feel him fill the condom. He grunts, “holy fucking shit.” 

She wants to moan but she’s lost her voice, cumming so hard her eyes water while her body spasms. “Holy…” he wipes his brow with a sigh, “fuck.” 

He pulls out and helps her into a sitting position, carrying on the tradition of kissing her forehead before passing her on to the next one.

Only this time, it was Thee One. 

“Eddie,” she reaches out for him, crawling away from Jeff and right into eddies lap. 

“Hi, my baby,” he pets her face gently, “how’re you feeling?” 

She takes a deep breath and smiled at him, her body felt like an overcooked spaghetti noodle so she clung to him like her life depended on it, “I’m really good now… how are my boys?” 

“Amazing,” Kevin answers, barely still awake as he watches from the couch, all cuddled up with a blanket. 

“Fan-fuckin’-tastic,” Gareth adds, rolling a joint, sitting in the corner in his boxers. 

“What they said,” Jeff, points, cleaning himself up and looking for his clothes in the mess they’ve all left behind. 

“Good,” she rests her chin against Eddie’s shoulder with a sigh. “You guys staying here tonight?” 

They all hum in agreement, “cool,” she gives them a weak thumbs up and wraps herself back around Eddie, “take me to bed, lover.” 

“Yes, princess,” he smacks her asscheek lightly, standing up with her and then picking her up bridal style. “Lock the door and turn out the lights, fellas.” 

He brings her back to his room and lays her down on his bed gently. Immediately he places his hands on her cheeks, “be honest, bedtime or my turn?” 

She giggles as she sits up a bit, holding his face in her hands, too. “It’s time to show them who I really belong to.” 

He growls as he leans in for a kiss, biting her bottom lip instead and holding it between his teeth until he pulls away, “do you really belong to me, though?” 

She doesn’t know where he’s going with this, but she’s excited nonetheless. She just nods, getting lost in the darkness of his eyes. 

“That little show in there proved otherwise… you reminded me of someone, actually. You’re no longer a princess, you’re a queen.”

“What kind of queen does the things I just did?” She wonders, still having no idea where he was going with this. 

“Semiramis, The Whore of Babylon… ” he shrugs, slightly embarrassed whenever he goes full nerd in the bedroom. “Although, she is Nimrod's wife, so I guess that makes me,” he points at himself with a look of confusion, simply trying to make her laugh some more. 

She knew this trick. The more she laughed, the more it proved she was truly ready, willing and up for another round, the last thing he wanted was for her to say yes and not truly mean it. 

“My Nimrod,” she caresses his cheek, pushing his hair back and behind his ear, “I told you it’s an affectionate nickname.” 

He smiles, shaking his head, “it’s a good thing I love you.” 

“If you didn’t, I have 3 other suitors,” she teases him. “And they’re waiting for one last show.” 

“Is that so,” he gets up, playful as ever, and makes his way towards the door. “I see how it is…” 

“Where are you going?” She calls after him, but he doesn’t answer. “Don’t make me fuck Gareth again!” 

“I’m coming!” He shouts but all she can hear is the sound of him rushing around, “Gareth, sit down!” “I am?” Followed by laughter. But he comes back, with pillows tucked under his arm, the condom box gripped between his teeth and her glass of water in the other hand. 

He hands her the water, tosses the pillows on the bed, takes a condom from the box and slams his door shut. “I’m ready when you are,” he says as he rolls on the condom. 

She takes one big gulp of water and sets the glass down on the night table. She sits back down on the mattress with a bounce, “ready.” 

“Up,” he gets her onto her knees and then spins his finger, making her turn around. He gets on the bed behind her, chest flush against her back, he wraps one hand around her chest to steady her and uses the other to slip inside. She sits down on his cock with a gasp, this was her favourite position with him. 

She could toss her head back against his shoulder, to the side, while he pressed kisses to her skin and whispered dirty things in her ear. He could feel up her breasts and rub her clit all while fucking her from behind. Dirty enough to make god frown, but good enough to contemplate going to hell for a lifetime of sex with him. 

“You looked so hot out there,” his words are hot against her ear, his bottom lip trails along the lobe. “What a charitable queen letting the lowly townsmen fuck you…” 

“Look at me now,” she breaths out, trying to stay composed but too fucked out to care at the same time. “I’m— fuck, I’m fucking the banished one now.” 

“And why am I banished?” He grips her hair tighter, pulling her head to the side and making her look at him. 

“Fuck,” she moans, grinding with his movements, she places her hand over his, trying to make him play with her clit more. “cause—oh sweet christ! Cause you fuck so good!” 

“Thats right,” he pushes her down against the mattress, ass up, he slaps and grabs at her cheeks while fucking into her with more force. “Let them know how good.” 

With each short, hard thrust, she gets louder and louder, shouting obscenities and nonsense, “louder baby, or you don’t get to cum.” 

She always listens, putting on the best show for the rest of them, wondering in the back of her mind if they’ve taken it upon themselves to get off to the noise, or if they were too drained from earlier. 

He uses her hair like a leash, gripping it around his fist and pulling her face from the mattress, “don’t be shy, we already know you’re a whore.” 

With each thrust, she moans, whimpers and cries out for more. “Ooh myy goOd,” she starts to tremble as the tip of his cock knocks against her cervix, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. “Please?” 

“What was that?” He slaps her ass, “I couldn’t hear you?” 

“Please!! Make me cum!! I need you, please, master!” She pulls out all the tricks, pushes all his buttons and relishes in the reward of pleasure. 

He pulls out, flips her over and slams right back into her, watching her beautiful, bruise ridden tits bounce with the motions, “let go, princess,” he gives her the go-ahead, rubbing her clit for assurance, and she tightened around him as a result. 

“That’s it,” he gets more erratic near the end, “fuck, yeah, take it!” 

She screams while she cums and he fucks her right through it. Gripping the sheets, eyes screwed closed, she almost blacks out from how powerful the release was. 

Now tighter than ever, Eddie thrusts into her only a little bit longer before he’s a goner too. He drops down against her, kissing her neck gently while he ruts into her, moaning with each snap of his hips. She wraps her arms and legs around him, holding him so impossibly close to her body, that she never wanted to let him go now. 

She runs her fingers through his hair and kisses the top of his head, still riding out their highs together. “I love you so fucking much, baby,” he reminds her. 

“My love for you only got stronger today,” she assured him. “It was so hot having you show me off… I like when people know I’m yours.” 

He hums, kissing her neck again before propping himself up on his elbow. She brushes his hair behind his ear so he can see her better, smiling at each other with so, so much love and affection in their eyes. “Forever.”

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𝕒𝕟 → i wrote this in 3 hours on a car ride and it’s barely edited but here ya go whores!

you hated arguing with eddie. he was soft with you, but when he got angry, that’s when you truly understood why the hellfire club was slightly afraid of him. why all of your friends said he was intimidating. why your best friend chrissy would constantly tell you that the two of you truly redefine the meaning of ‘opposites attract.’

sure you could state the obvious, eddie being at least a head taller than you. you barely made it up to his chin and could comfortably lay on his chest while standing. the height, paired with the stylistic oppositions. eddie constantly adorned in all black with rings and chains adorning his fingers and black ink permanently littered around his skin in random areas. whereas you wore a green hawkins high cheer uniform every day. ponytail high on your head with a big bow accompanying it and a wide smile permanently painted on your lips.

and there was also, of course, always the difference in the crowds. you hanging out with the jocks and cheerleaders while eddie hung out with the rejects and the nerds that played dungeons and dragons for fun.

so yeah, the exterior made the two of you look like direct antonyms of each other. but on the inside, you and eddie were one in the same. eddie was a soft heart. he liked music and cuddling and loved when you braided his hair. he liked to let you do your little skin care routines on him because it made you smile, and if there is one thing in this world that eddie loves nearly as much as you, it’s making you smile. so truly, you and eddie were the same person, it’s just the exterior that made it such a stark contrast.

you never saw the eddie that matched hsi dark and brooding exterior. you only saw your sweet boy that asked you to do face masks with him. that is, until the two of you were arguing. eddie could be pretty scary when he wasn’t angry. so when he was, it intensified by nearly ten.

you and eddie’s arguments got pretty heated. and the screaming could last for hours on end. but you have to admit, as much as you hated arguing with him, he just looked so sexy when he was angry. the vein popping out of his neck and the rise and fall of his chest and he huffed. the way his eyes rolled as he ran a hand through his hair. the groans and the way his tongue poked into his cheek as his nostrils flared. the humorless laugh he’d let out at how ridiculous you were being.

god, eddie munson is truly a work of art. and as much as you hated arguing with him, you couldn’t deny that even when he was yelling at you, you still thought he was the most beautiful thing on the planet. and the way that he screamed your name when he was angry just made you want to jump his bones.

while you hated arguing with him, you loved to make up with him. there was just something about the way that his big, thick cock dragged through the walls of your cunt, pounding into your g-spot as a ringed hand wrapped tightly around your throat. no words being exchanged, just anger passing between the two of you, releasing itself as eddie brought you over the edge time and time again until you were crying. his grumbles of “shut the fuck up” when you begged.

it was hot and heavy every time, and you loved every single second of it. you actually couldn’t get enough of the make up sex. so much so that sometimes you liked to piss him off just to have make up sex. sure, you could just ask him to rough you up, but what was the fun in that?

if you asked, it wouldn’t be as authentic. he wouldn’t manhandle your thighs apart and finger your tight little pussy open until you were squirting down his arm. he wouldn’t squeeze and grope at your body until there were bruises the size of grapes littered on your skin, accompanied by indentation marks from his rings. his handprints wouldn’t be on your ass or bruised lightly into your throat. you wouldn’t feel the glorious ache between your thighs or see the teeth marks he’d leave along your neck and chest.

to put it simply, he wouldn’t rough you up the way you like if you just asked him to. and you know this because you have before, and he just laughed. he’d told you that you were too soft for him to “treat you like a common whore.” in fact, he’d laughed for so long that your small pout quickly turned into a deep rooted frown. through his laughs, he managed to get out “princess, i have to work you over at least twice with my fingers before my cock even begins to fit in that pretty pussy.”

at that, you’d just murmured a useless and sad little “i can take it.” you both knew that you couldn’t though. not without an immense amount of prep. eddie was big. at least eight inches accompanied by a thick girth. a vein ran up the underside of it and the tip was red. he was cut, and his balls heavy. it was a nice cock.

even after he’d finger you open, there was still a burning stretch you got when he finally pushed his cock into you. but you loved that stretch even more every time. and so angering him was the only way to get him to rough you up the way that you wanted him to.

but of course, eddie didn’t want to hurt you. well… not in that way at least. there’s no denying he’s a sadist, but he’d never fuck you without preparing you first. he always fingers you open, making you cum at least twice before going in with his thick dick, no matter how angry you make him.

all of this to say… you and eddie had been arguing all week. you honestly can’t remember exactly what it was that started it. something about him not being supportive. in all honesty, you had only said it to get a rise out of him, but the more he screamed at you, telling you how you and your friends were all stuck up assholes, you started to actually become angry.

his friends used to—and still do—judge you just because you’re a cheerleader, yet you still come and sit in on hellfire club once you’re done with cheer practice. now he was just being a complete dick to you. he still gave you a ride to and from school every day, even if the car rides were filled with silence. because one of you would start talking, and that would become an argument. it’s been six days of this, and at this point you two are screaming just to see which of you is louder.

cheer practice had ended over an hour ago, and you had just been aimlessly wandering the halls, waiting for eddie to finish up with hellfire club. you sighed as you checked your watch for the umpteenth time and rolled your eyes. you practically stormed into the room, no care for knocking. “eddie!” you exclaimed in exasperation.

“what?” he growled through grit teeth, clenching his jaw and squeezing his hands into fists as he squeezed his eyes shut and rolled his neck. the anger rising in him caused the veins in his arms and hands to protrude and your cunt to clench around absolutely nothing and coat itself with slick.

you pushed back your arousa, licking your lips and taking a im deep breath. “did you just forget i have a curfew? we were supposed to leave over an hour ago!” you exclaimed, rolling your eyes.

“you don’t give a damn about your curfew when my cock is buried in you and you get home two hours late. so why do you care now?” he finally turned and glared at you.

“you don’t have to be such an egotistical prick eddie” you glared.

“and you don’t have to be such a spoiled little brat, yn! i told you that this campaign was important before i even drove you to school this morning! now you can either sit down and shut the fuck up until i’m finished, or you can get the hell out and walk your ass home!” he shouted.

the room was tense once he finished screaming. everyone in the club refused to make eye contact with him and you. your thighs were squeezing together as you nodded numbly. “bastard” you grumbled as you walked past him to sit at your designated seat beside his throne.

“bitch” he fired right back as he rolled his eyes.

“fuck you” you rolled your eyes.

“you wish you could” he scoffed before going back to his dungeon master duties. you sighed loudly, rolling your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time in the last ten minutes as you pulled out your homework. truth be told, you’d already told your parents you were spending the night at eddie’s house. however, he hadn’t released his anger on you yet, and you were craving it.

you were extremely frustrated from cheer practice, and hadn’t been fucked in a week. the immense sexual frustration you had pent up had you acting out more than normal. an extreme attitude brewing that only eddie would be able to tame. and with how angry he was right now, and how innocently sexy you looked right now. tongue poking out of your mouth slightly, legs crossed, ponytail falling in your face, and eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you worked on your physics homework.

by the time you had finished all of your homework, the campaign was finally over. you had been sitting in your seat, twiddling your thumbs and eyeing the boys to try and decipher how far they’d been. “ready?” eddie mumbled, anger practically rolling off of his body like steam as he held out his hand to you. that was the best part about eddie you think. even when he was mad at you, he was still such a sweetheart.

you nodded and took his hand, allowing him to lead you to his van. he opened your door for you and helped you in before getting in to drive. he went into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and his lighter. you smirked at this, you knew exactly how to get him now. as soon as he lit the cigarette and took the first drag, you plucked it from his fingers and flicked it out of the window. “that’s so gross eddie, those aren’t good for you” you rolled your eyes, hiding your cheeky smirk.

you heard him take a deep breath. “are you planning on being a stupid fucking brat all week?” he glared. “look at me!” he commanded, grabbing your jaw and forcing your gaze to him as he stared down at you with a raised brow. his eyes searched your’s as you bit your lip with a small pout.

“get off!” you demanded, roughly shoving his arm off of you. “god eddie you’re such a fucking dick” you rolled your eyes.

“why are you being such a bitch?” he scoffed “you been around your little prissy friends too long,” he commented snarkily.

“better than being around the freak” you didn’t mean that. and you wished you could take it back the second you said it. but you were already in deep. you knew you were when you saw his tongue lick across his bottom lip and his jaw clench.

“what the fuck did you just call me?” he growled.

“i didn’t stutter, freak” you spoke the word slower this time. he stuck his tongue in his cheek and gripped the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles began to turn white.

“spread your fucking legs” he demanded “i don’t want to hear your bratty little fucking mouth anymore. i’m fucking this princess complex out of you tonight” you nodded quickly, scrambling around and spreading your legs as far as the seat of his van would allow. you looked at him with wide eyes as he tugged your skirt up and tugged your panties to the side, running two fingers through your slit.

his eyebrows raised in surprise as he felt how wet you were. still, he stayed silent as he pressed a finger against your clit and began to rub in small circles. you bit your lip, knowing that he’d want you to keep quiet as he pushed his middle two fingers into your slick opening. your eyes rolled back as he curled his fingers up to hit that glorious spongy spot inside you. his palm made contact with your clit as he roughly fucked his fingers into you, abusing your g-spot as he went.

“fuck” you whispered softly, bucking your hips up into his hand as he continued to press against your g-spot.

“shut your mouth” he demanded. as he fucked his fingers faster and rougher into you. “come on little slut, know it never takes you long, soak my hand” he commented. you gasped loudly, biting your lip so harshly that you nearly split it open as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. eddie road out your orgasm, never slowing down or easing up as you whined softly in overstimulation, and in no time he had you squirting down his arm a second time as he pulled into his parking spot at his uncle’s trailer.

“get your ass inside and bend over my bed. i don’t even wanna look at you right now” you nodded quickly and scampered inside, pulling off your clothes and bending yourself over his bed once you got into his room. you heard his heavy footsteps a few minutes after and you shifted nervously, your breathing picking up just slightly.

he stood behind you, silently admiring you for a minute. “shame” he muttered “i’d comment on how pretty you look right now if you hadn’t been such a fucking brat” he murmured softly, roughly spanking your ass. the compliment disguised as degradation worked to ease your nerves and eddie knew this. he always did this to make sure that you knew he still loved you, no matter how pissed off he was at you.

he hummed softly as he bent at his waist and pressed an opened mouth kiss to your right butt cheek. he spread your cheeks before spitting onto your winking hole and rubbing his thumb around it gently. you heard shuffling, and then the thudding of his clothes. you whimpered in desperation as you heard his belt unbuckling. that was the only warning that you received before he stuffed you full of his cock in one go. you knew he was truly angry with you when he didn’t give you time to adjust, only pistoned his cock head into your g-spot as you moaned loudly at the delicious stretch.

“fuck, cunt’s so fuckin’ tight” he grunted as you clenched around him. he reached forward and wrapped his ringed hand around your throat, dragging you up so that your back met his chest as he squeezed, effectively cutting off your air supply.

“is this what you needed?” he grunted as he roughly fucked into you. “been a fucking bitch lately cus i haven’t fucked you?” he asked.

you nodded rapidly, gasping and gulping softly. “yeah” you whimpered “yeah, yeah, jus needed the attitude fucked out of me, eds” you moaned quietly, eyes rolling back.

“well say that next time” he commanded, taking his free hand and spanking your clit a few times. “come on, soak my cock” he commanded.

“sorry” you moaned “fuck fuck eddie sorry sorry sorry” you moaned loudly as you came. the only thing keeping you upright was eddie’s arm around your waist as your legs shook so violently until they gave out. he gave you no time to come down as he roughly gripped your hips and flipped you over to your back.

he slapped your thighs apart, stroking his dick twice before shoving it back into your still clenching cunt. you shrieked loudly reaching up and gently pushing at his abdomen to get him to slow down. “don’t run from it” he shook his head “you wanted this, now take it,” he demanded.

he threw your leg over his shoulder, angling so that his cock hit your g-spot right on target every time he thrusted back into you. you were practically sobbing in pleasure as he squeezed your hips tightly, definitely leaving bruises as he dragged you up and down on his cock. “play with your clit baby, let me see you make your little pussy feel good” you nodded rapidly, reaching down and beginning to rub your clit in tight circles.

your moans were nonstop. resounding off the walls as he pounded into your cunt with no care for your comfort. you could practically see the anger dissipating from his body as he leaned down and began sinking his teeth into your breasts. the first bite made you see stars, practically screaming as you creamed on his cock and tears cascaded down your cheeks.

“you’re so fucking gorgeous when you cream on my cock” he commented as he continued sucking hickies into your skin. you whimpered softly as he grabbed your other leg, taking them both in his hands and pushing them up so your knees were at your chest. “fuck” he grunted, eyes rolling back into his head.

“please” you whined quietly, squirming away from the pleasure.

“oh you can take one more, right princess?” he asked softly “for me? can you cum with me one more time?” he hummed, gently pushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead.

“for you daddy” you nodded deliriously and he smirked proudly at the fact that he’d gotten you to say it.

“there’s my good girl” he nodded softly. his thrusts slowed down, but they were just as hard as before, slamming harshly into your g-spot as he played with your swollen little bundle of nerves. “fuckin’ hell, i love feeling this little pussy stretch around me” he grunted “look at that” he marveled, pushing down on the outline of his cock in your tummy. “you like how daddy fills you up?” he murmured softly.

“yeah daddy” you nodded rapidly “make me feel so good” you sniffled. you stared up at him with glossy eyes, tears falling slowly down your cheeks as you marveled at him. eddie loved getting you like this. dependent on him. you looked up at him like he himself put the stars in the night sky and caused the sun to rise in the morning.

“fuck baby, keep lookin at me like that ‘n i’m gonna fill this pretty cunt with m’babies” he grunted softly. “you gettin close?” he asked as he felt you clenching around him.

“mhm” you murmured, nodding “can i please cum” you whimpered softly.

“go on, pretty girl, whenever you’re ready” he assured. that was the last you remembered. your fifth and final orgasm of the night had you seeing white. your eyes squeezed shut and your back arched off of the bed into a high c shape. you distantly heard eddie’s “holy shit” but you definitely felt him harshly rubbing your clit.

when you came to, you were laying in a puddle “fuck yeah, do it again” he murmured, starting to fuck into you again. you whined loudly as you felt the knot forming again, you didn’t have time to stop it before it exploded again, eddie once again rubbing your clit to ride it out as he pulled out before pushing back in.

“so fucking sexy when you squirt on my cock” he murmured softly, leaning over you. “open your mouth” he commanded softly “gotta wash it out since you’ve forgotten how to use manners when speaking to people” he hummed softly, placing his thumb in your chin as you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. he hummed softly as he bent forward and spit onto your awaiting tongue. you moaned softly as you swallowed it and you stared up at him.

“god, i love it when we make up” he murmured softly.

“ruin my makeup” you begged softly.

“yeah baby? want me to make a mess hmm? paint your pretty little face with my cum?” he asked softly.

“please” you pouted up at him.

he smirked as he crawled up and straddled your chest. ”my filthy little cheerleader, stick out your tongue” he hummed softly, tapping the head of his dick on your slightly parted lips. you followed his order and he cursed softly as he began to rapidly stroke his cock over your face. you helped him out by flicking your tongue along his tip. “shit shit shit, cumming” he groaned loudly as he painted your face in his cum, his eyes squeezing shut.

once eddie had finished, he gently cleaned you up with a warm cloth before getting you into the bathtub. he was gently cleaning you off as he hummed your favorite song to you, and pressed soft kisses along your hairline. “‘m sorry for callin you a freak” you whispered quietly from your place on his chest.

“yeah?” he hummed “‘m sorry for callin you a bitch” he murmured softly. “and for not supporting you. ‘s not fair that you’re always at my campaigns but i don’t come to your games” he whispered as he kissed your shoulder.

“it’s okay” you whispered softly.

“i’ll be at the next one. i promise” he murmured, holding out his pinkie to you. you giggled as you interlocked your pinkies and kissed his hand as he did the same. “didn’t hurt you right?” he whispered, gently checking your bruises.

“no eds… liked it, i promise” you nod softly.

“i really did corrupt you, pretty cheerleader,” he smirked.

“i love you eds” you whispered, relaxing against his chest. “told m’parents i was staying with you this mornin before you picked me up” you yawned softly, snuggling into him.

“i love you too, you little menace” he murmured softly “sleep, i’ll get you cozy” he assured softly.

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hello loves im back i’ve had the worst writers block ever so here’s a draft i’ve been working on forever. i present to you squirting with the aot boys!!! (eren, jean, armin, reiner, levi)

this is 18+ content///cw include: fem!reader, black coded reader, lots n lots of squirting, choking, car sex, 69ing in armins part, unprotected sex AND rough sex in reiners part, oral f&m receiving, overstimulation, orgasm denial, slight size kink, use of restraints and toys in levi’s part, daddy and sir kink, lots of praise n degradation and i think that’s about it pls enjoy *kiss kiss* this is not proofread btw i’m sorry for any mistakes

eren yeager * ੈ✩‧˚

“e-eren slow down i-i can’tttt,” you pleaded beginning to feel lightheaded from eren’s iron grip on your throat. he had you pinned to the bed by your neck while his free hand was knuckles deep in your soaked pussy. he’d been at this for god knows how long and you were beginning to think it was never ending by the way his pupils had become completely blown out. “you can do it baby jus’ one more time for me yeah? one more time for your renny?” he smiled pressing one, two, three kisses to your swollen lips. you whimpered against his lips wishing your could feel his soft locs between your fingers but alas he couldn’t resist teasing you and made sure his hair was tied up and out of your reach </3 “m’so sensitive though….it hurts renny,” you sniffled attempting to close your thighs but eren just shoved them right back open, slapping your pussy twice for disobeying him. eren could tell you were on the brink of cumming by the way your thighs began to shake violently and you could only muster broken moans. “look at me. i want you to look at me while you make a mess all over my fingers open your fucking eyes y/n,” eren growled tightening his already harsh grip on your neck. you cracked open your eyes looking straight into eren’s emerald ones, “i’m- i’m gonna—ngh shiiiit fuck eren!” you squealed gripping on his bicep for dear life while his middle and ring finger plunged inside your pussy at a brutal pace. “that’s it baby that’s it you’re so good for me, my pretty baby there you go,” he rasped, mouth watering at the sight of your wet, swollen pussy. he almost felt bad that he wasn’t even close to finished with you yet. almost. “you did so well for me baby, can you do it just one more time on my dick? please?” he gave you the most sickeningly sweet pout he could muster while palming over his dick in the process. you bit your lip thinking to yourself for a moment before nodding slowly, “yes….but only if you finish inside me.” eren smiled yanking his sweats down his thick thighs, “that’s my good girl.”

jean kirstein * ੈ✩‧˚

“mmm jean,” you purred in his ear, taking the lobe between your teeth to nibble on it. “that feel good mama?” jean smiled biting down harshly on his bottom lip at the sound of your squelching pussy that was squeezing his fingers in the most delicious way possible. jean was only supposed to stop by to drop off some clothes and makeup you’d left at his place because you were leaving for the weekend, but one thing led to another and suddenly you were in jean’s lap your legs spread as wide as possible while he fingered you. even cramped together in his car seat he still made the moment feel so sensual, whispering sweet nothings and praises in your ear while he rubbed tight little circles on your swollen clit. you came on his fingers three times now but he still wasn’t satisfied. not to be crude be he wanted you to make a mess all over the drivers seat </3 “gimme a kiss,” he whispered turning his head slightly to capture your lips immediately shoving his tongue in your mouth. you moaned oh so sweetly into the kiss, making sure to suck on his tongue and nibble on his bottom lip just the way he likes. “mmf—fuck,” jean grunted giving your pussy a rough slap before shoving three fingers inside you, his palm brushing against your clit with every movement his hand made. not be able to keep up with his intense kissing jean took it upon himself to leave wet, sloppy kissed on your neck instead. “you look so pretty like this. my cute little doll i love you so much, you love me too right?” he smiled, licking away at a stray tear trailing down your cheek. “y-yes jean love you so so much, n i’m gonna miss—ha! m-miss you even more,” you sniffled wrapping your smaller hand around his wrist. “j-jean m’gonna cum m-might be messy m’sorry,”you whimpered the squelching of your pussy becoming louder by the minute. “it’s okay baby i want it to be messy, go ahead and make a mess on daddies fingers make him proud,” his sweet tone had you squirting all over his fingers indeed making a mess all over his seat but he didn’t care ofc. jean sighed contently licking your dripping release off his fingers, “good job baby you always are so good for me.”

armin arlert * ੈ✩‧˚

armin is a service dom through and through. he was already an attentive boyfriend and it increased tenfold once you let him indulge you. ofc he loves to feel your tight little pussy around his dick but eating your pussy from the back while you sucked him off could never be topped. “s-shit min slow down i can’t concentrate,” you huffed trying your absolute hardest to concentrate on the pretty dick in front of you. armin grunted slowing down his kitten licks on your clit to which you were very thankful for. you wrapped your lips around his leaky tip humming in satisfaction as the salty, sweet taste of him. not even three minutes later he picked up the pace again while also adding two fingers inside your sopping pussy. armin bit his lip harshly his dick twitching at the sight of your pussy practically sucking his fingers back in every time he slightly pulled them out. “your pussy is so pretty y/n can’t believe it’s all mine. all. fucking. mine.” he punctuated the last three words with quick slaps to your ass, giggling when he felt you whimper around his dick. he curled his fingers just a tad the tips of them bumping against that spongy spot that had your eyes rolling back and your toes curling. you pulled off his dick with a lewd pop trying to stop the trembling in your thighs, “yes armin right there that feels so good shit.” armin smirked adding a third finger, “yeah baby? right there? did i find your special spot?” you weakly nodded now lazily pumping his dick with one hand while the other toyed with his balls. “uh huh don’t stop please,” you sniffled now practically fucking yourself on his slender fingers. armin could tell you were close by the way your pussy was beginning to drool over his fingers and your moans were becoming nighter, he was now more than determined to bring you to your peak. “o-oh my—fuckkkk,” you whined a small fountain of your cum beginning to soak armin’s chest. he took the opportunity to sit you completely on his face drinking up everything you had to offer him, not even caring that he had little to no room to breathe. you took a couple deep breaths before realizing armin was still underneath you—not that he was making any attempt to move you. “min you okay?” you asked turning yourself around so you were now sitting on his stomach. armin looked dazed but also extremely content the entire lower half of his face and neck glistening, “i’m just perfect baby thank you.”

reiner braun * ੈ✩‧˚

“oh r-reiner just like that s-shit,” you cried burying your face in the sheets beneath you. reiner bit his lip harshly trying incredibly hard not to bust at the sight of your greedy little pussy swallowing his dick. he set one knee up on the bed before wrapping his arm around your neck pressing your body impossibly close to his chest. “you feel so good baby, such a good little pussy you got and so wet too were you this wet all day,” he purred in your ear licking a bead of sweat that was trailing down your neck. you wrapped your hands around his bulging bicep trying to find any strength you had to make a sentence. “y-yes i needed you so bad! i-i tried my fingers—shit but they didn’t do anything,” reiner could cry right now honestly you looked so damn adorable babbling about how he was the only person that could bring you to climax. “it’s okay baby it’s okay i’m here. daddy’s gonna making everything better just let yourself go,” he cooed in your ear bringing his free hand down to your swollen clit rubbing sloppy figure eights. “y-yes fuck please go harder pleaseeee,” you dug your fingernails into his bicep nearly breaking the skin but reiner couldn’t even feel it too engulfed in the feeling of you and your scent. reiner didn’t need to be told twice. he flipped you on your back and pushed your knees to your chest, shoving his entire dick in you with one swift thrust. “k-kiss me please,” you whined giving reiner your best doe eyes. “shit c’mere,” reiner bent down smashing his lips against yours, biting down harshly on your bottom lip. he brought his hands to your face brushing his thumbs over the chubbiness of your cheeks, “such a pretty girl, wish we could stay like this forever.” you kissed his thumb gently before sucking on the tip, “we can stay like this forever just stop going to work.” the adorable pout on your face had reiner’s balls tightening, his brutal pace stuttering just a tad. “well,” he sighed spreading your legs open his fingers immediately finding your clit, “if i didn’t work who would support your little spending habits huh? you need my money, you need me baby.” you nodded your head dumbly, the coil in your stomach about to burst from his brutal thrusts. “y-yes i need you daddy i don’t—i don’t know what id do without you p-please make me cum please daddy,” you babbled not even caring how alarmingly loud you were being. “ngh fuck,” reiner growled pulling his dick out to tap it against your clit until you came, coating his pelvis in your essence. reiner trailed his eyes down your convulsing body, his dick jumping at the sound of your tiny whimpers. your back slightly arched off the bed when you felt reiner slip his dick between your soaked folds, “i hope you don’t think we’re done yet pretty girl i haven’t even came yet and i have so much to give you.”

levi ackerman * ੈ✩‧˚

“you look so pretty like this y/n,” levi smiled turning up the pressure to the pretty pink wand he caught you with not too long ago. “i-it’d be better if i could touch you,” you sniffled tugging gently at the silk ties that bound your wrists. levi was a very patient man when it came to you. he could tolerate your whining sometimes and your neediness but he absolutely hated when you deliberately disobeyed him. his request was simple; “don’t touch yourself while i’m gone” and it would’ve been easy if he hadn’t teased you like the mean man he was before he left for work he was the only one to blame! but unfortunately your boyfriend didn’t see it that way which is how you ended up tied to the bed spread eagle while levi tortured you by removing the vibrator every time he saw you were close to cumming. he brought his hand to your plump lips, shoving his thumb in your mouth, “now you know i can’t let you touch me baby not when you’ve misbehaved. levi pressed the want harder against your clit relishing in your pathetic moans and pleas for him to let you cum. “levi— i-i mean, sir please let me cum i-it hurts,” you whined, balling your hands up into fists when you felt him remove the wand once more. levi pondered for a moment belfre giving you a smirk resting the wand on your twitching thigh. “tell you what, i’ll let you cum but i’m warning you once i start i won’t stop ‘kay baby?” he smiled gliding the wand over your slicked folds. you were nodding before he even finished, bucking your hips up against the wand, “yes yes that’s fine just please do something please sir i can’t hold it much longer” tears were now flowing down your cheeks making levi’s dick twitch uncomfortably in his dress pants. “as you wish angel just relax for sir okay?” he smiled pressing the want against your clit once more meanwhile he used his free hand to tweak at your nipples. it didn’t take long for you to cum, your slick soaking your thighs and the sheets below you. “levi wait- ngh,” you were cut off by levi giving your thigh a harsh slap, his glare making chills run down your spine. “what did you call me?” he tsked turning up the setting to the vibrator. “m’sorry! i-i mean sir i’m sorry, can you please turn it down m’sensitive” you whined attempting but failing poorly to shut you legs. levi chuckled giving your nipple a rough pinch before bringing his hand down to your pussy shoving his middle and ring finger in your tight entrance, “silly girl did you not hear our deal?” your breath hitched as you felt your second orgasm approaching it was damn near impossible to comprehend a thought. “ohhh my— levi!” you squealed your eyes rolling back as you came a lot harder this time, making a nice little stain on levi’s pants that he’ll have to deal with later. levi groaned removing the vibrator from your swollen clit, he unbuckled his pants yanking them to his ankles. when your eyes fluttered open you were met with grey eyes piercing into yours, “let me tell you what our deal was since your pretty little head can’t think right now,” he chuckled tapping his tip against your clit. “we’re not gonna stop till i’m done and i won’t be done until your little pussy can’t hold my cum anymore ‘kay baby?”

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the spins (explicit)

genre: smutttyyyyyy as hell (with like one angsty conversation about isolation as a trauma response, but said in much vaguer terms lol)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: you discover a new side to your former lab partner, frat wonder boy jeon jungkook, when you confess to him the one thing no man has ever been able to make you do.

word count: 10.3k

contains: explicit sexual content AKA porn!!!!! alcohol, minor frat house shenanigans, reader is a total bitch but in a highkey relatable way, jungkook is The Only Good Frat Boy, mentions of shitty hookups/sexual dissatisfaction/faked orgasms, an **absurdly** lengthy and gratuitous cunnilingus scene, a lil bit of teasing/begging, spitting, LOUD sex, reader’s first partnered orgasms, also JK has a tongue piercing 👀

A/N: so writing this nearly killed me,,, lmao. i have two inspiration sources that i must credit- one is jai’s @gimmethatagustd INCREDIBLE fic paint me naked, which gave me the final shove i needed to topple over into JK hard stan land (listen he’s 3 years younger than me, i had a complex about it, it’s fine). seriously go give it a read and give her some love, i fully credit her with moving college!JK into my brain where he now lives rent-free.

the other source of inspiration is this insaaaaane imagine audio (WARNING, extremely NSFW and will literally ruin your life!!!!!) that hooked me on the idea that JK would be competitive about eating pussy and….. yep, smack those two things together and ta-da, this porn was born. godspeed and thanks as always for reading 💜

this is now (finally) on AO3!

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You really don’t know why you came to this party. It’s so crowded, bodies pressed together, people screaming to be heard over the noise, or just because they’re white girl wasted. The music is terrible, the floor weirdly sticky, the container of jungle juice in the kitchen extremely suspicious. You opted for tequila instead, the last of which you now drain from the bottom of your red solo cup. The whole place smells like cheap beer, vape smoke, and frat boy cologne.

Yet another Jack Harlow song comes on over the bass-boosted speakers and you roll your eyes. That’s it. Time to go home and actually finish the psych paper you’re putting off.

You shove your way into the kitchen, trying to be the only upstanding citizen in this godforsaken frat house and actually put your trash in a trash can. You spot one in the corner– nearly overflowing, but still good enough, except that a whole circle of Brads and Chads block your path. You do your best to squeeze past them, but because they don’t do anything except live at the gym and snort protein powder, they might as well be a brick wall.

“Excuse me,” you try. Nothing.

“I need to get through,” you say with a gentle push. It’s like talking to a brick wall, too.

“Alright, fuck it.” You roll your eyes and decide to just fucking go for it. You’ve had enough liquor that you won’t feel the pain until tomorrow anyway.

The circle breaks apart in confusion, not a brain cell in sight, as you slam your way through. They part so quickly that your plan works too well, and the excess momentum shoots you forward. You stumble, losing your footing, already cringing because you’re about to faceplant on the nasty floor of this nasty frat house kitchen.

“Hey, whoa!” A voice way too close to your ear for comfort shouts, but then an arm snakes around your waist and saves you from your doom, gripping you tightly. “Careful!”

You glance up, wondering if this guy is going to try to turn the moment into some attempt at flirtation, the world’s worst meet cute, but then you see big round eyes staring back at you with legitimate concern. Oh, fuck. You know those Disney princess eyes. Your stomach drops.

“Whaaaaaaaat!” Holding you in one arm, an unopened 18-rack of beer hoisted up on his shoulder with the other, grinning like a kid in a candy store, is none other than frat wonder boy Jeon Jungkook.

Ah, shit. You knew he was in a frat, of course. He doesn’t shut up about it. But you didn’t know it was this one– well, actually, you don’t even know which frat house you’re in right now. Alpha Beta Omega? They’re all the same to you. You don’t really understand why they have factions anyway instead of all just living together, but that would probably be too gay.

“I didn’t know you partied!” Jungkook is still smiling a smile that takes up his whole face, clearly unable to believe that you’re standing here in his disgusting frat house kitchen in your leather jacket and your combat boots.

You huff a laugh as he slowly unloops his arm from around you, assessing to see if you’re stable enough to stay upright. You shoot him a look as if to say I’m fine, dumbass. Uncoordinated, not intoxicated. There’s a difference.

“I do not party,” you correct him. “Never once in my life have I partied. I merely come to the parties, stand on the edges and observe, get my free alcohol, and then depart. Like I’m doing right now.” You aim your solo cup at the trash can and miss by about a foot.

“You– hang on,” he pauses, turning back to offload the fresh case of beer onto the kitchen counter. There’s a clamor of excitement from the Brads and Chads as they crowd around to slap him on the back, shouting things like “okay, JK!” and “let’s fucking gooooo!”

You have to get out of here, you think to yourself, and then you watch Jungkook bring his tattooed hand up to rip the cardboard front of the case off effortlessly, and that is lowkey kind of hot.

Quiet, you tell your tequila brain. No lusting after frat boys. Not even the one you sat next to for an entire semester in bio lab, the one who was actually way smarter than anticipated and didn’t just use you for an easy A, who genuinely seemed like he cared about the way you answered “How was your weekend?” every time he asked, and who didn’t even say one problematic thing the whole semester.

Just because he’s the exemplary form of his species doesn’t make him not what he is, you remind yourself. Even the best frat boy is still a frat boy.

Jungkook returns as the rest of the bros swarm the counter and proceed to decimate the case of beer. That must have been the reason they were waiting here, at their proverbial watering hole, because they circle up and dissolve back into the party, several of them clapping Jungkook on the back again in thanks as they leave.

You realize he doesn’t have to yell to be heard anymore as he says, “You’re leaving already?”

“Yes, Jungkook,” you sigh. “I have a paper to write.”

He scrunches up his face, knowing he can’t argue with academic excellence. “It’s still early. What if you just have one more drink, and then go? I haven’t even gotten to enjoy the party yet. The pledges severely underestimated how much alcohol it takes to run this place.”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, I’m so terribly sorry that your child servants who literally give you money in exchange for friendship got something wrong.”

The words feel biting as they leave your mouth, and you honestly expect him to protest, but he only shrugs. “Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re right. The whole thing is stupid.” For a moment you wonder how on earth he’s immune, what it is about him that allows him to live in the cradle of toxic masculinity and still be so regular, so good.

“Will you stay?” He asks again. You try to purse your lips to hide your smile, but it doesn’t work, and then he’s smiling too.

“Fine.”

The kid literally fist pumps, and your laugh bubbles up before you can stop it. He gestures broadly to the kitchen counters which are a veritable nightmare of liquor bottles and beer cans. “What’ll it be? Don’t say the jungle juice,” he warns with a laugh.

You look at him like he’s gone entirely insane. “I would never say the jungle juice. Tequila, please.”

Jungkook moves fluidly, as if he’s imitating those ridiculous Las Vegas bartenders who do tricks while they pour your obscenely overpriced drink. He shakes a solo cup off the stack and throws it up, spinning on his heels and catching it in his other hand, and you’re laughing again because he’s such a fucking dork.

He crosses to open the freezer and scoops up some ice in your cup, then pours a healthy amount of tequila in. “And mixer?” He looks back at you over his shoulder.

You pause. “Uh, just ice is good.”

He puts the bottle down and turns to squint at you in disbelief. “You drink straight tequila and you’re telling me you don’t party?”

You falter, a little flustered. “I don’t know. It’s not like I’m drinking it for the taste, you know?”

“Can I show you what you’re missing out on?” He asks, and you don’t know why the question makes you swallow hard. “Seriously.” He picks the bottle of tequila back up, eyeing the brand with distaste. “This stuff is… not great.”

Your instinct is to joke about him slipping something in your drink, but you bite the words back– because first of all, not funny. But you also genuinely don’t think he would ever do something like that, and you don’t want to give off the impression that you do.

“Alright,” you say instead, lifting your hands in surrender.

He opens the fridge door and crouches down, digging around through what you can only imagine is a Costco-sized amount of egg cartons and packages of chicken breasts. Finding what he’s looking for, he pulls away with a carton that’s been Sharpie’d to death, “JK ONLY DO NOT DRINK” on all sides. It’s really every bro for himself out here, you think.

“Grapefruit okay?” Jungkook double-checks, and you give a shrug and a nod. He pours a little, inspects the cup, then adds a splash more. “It’s not too sweet.”

He passes the cup off to you and returns his juice to the fridge, shuts the door, then seems to realize he forgot to make himself a drink and repeats the entire process again, spinning in a full circle which has you hiding your giggle in the rim of your cup. Once he’s made himself a matching drink to yours, he leans against the counter and takes a sip, surveying you.

You mirror him– the drink is admittedly a lot better than straight bottom-shelf, and you like how the sour taste lingers on the back of your tongue.

“Thank you,” you remember to say after a few sips, and he waves it off as if to say it’s no big deal.

“So, why are you here? Observing us in our natural habitat?” He puts on a voice for the last part, in a clear imitation of you, and you smirk. It does sound like something you would say.

“I’m an agent of chaos,” you say and he gives you a look like he’s waiting for the real answer. You choose that moment to take a long swallow of your drink, buying time. He continues to wait patiently, so you finally just shrug and make a face. “I don’t know. I didn’t want to do my paper. I saw a thing for it on insta. And I was tired of rotting away in my dorm room.”

He nods thoughtfully. “I tried inviting you to stuff when we were lab partners.” You wonder if the tequila is making you imagine that he sounds a little hurt. “You never seemed into it.”

At that, you laugh, because he’s being kind. Jungkook did invite you regularly to whatever mixers or ragers his frat was planning, and every time you would tell him no, directly to his face, like the bitch that you are. You eventually started trying to come up with as many creative ways to phrase it as you could: no, nope, never, not in a million years, when hell freezes over. He took them all like a champ, and that was one of the first things you remember liking about him. A frat boy who can respect when someone says no and not try to push it– now that is a rarity.

You want to apologize, but you really have no explanation for what makes tonight any different, at least not one you can say eloquently. How do you tell him you’re fucking sick of staring at the walls, feeling like “the best years of your life” are passing you by and leaving you with nothing to show for it? That you’ve painted sarcasm and an “I don’t give a fuck” attitude over your life for so long that now it feels like you’re backed into a corner where you can’t give a shit about anybody because there’s nobody left to give a shit about? So you were neck deep in insta stories on a Friday night like a fucking loser, and you saw a stupid post about a stupid frat party by some girl you swore was going to be your bestie the first week of freshman year who you promptly never spoke to again, and something in you snapped and said, “fuck it”?

Oof, tequila coming in strong, you think to yourself. You decide to spare Jungkook the emotional word vomit.

He keeps going when you don’t respond. “I just figured you had better things to do. Like ride motorcycles, or be in a mosh pit.”

You roll your eyes. “Motorcycles are giant metal death traps. Hard pass. And I don’t like getting punched in the face by nazis, so I don’t mosh.” You take a sip of your drink and size him up. “You’re one to talk, little alt boy.”

He’s playing with his lip ring when you say it, and the blush that creeps up his neck is honestly cute. Thoroughly unfazed by your words, he rolls up the right sleeve of his eyesore of a button down until his arm is fully exposed. “Check it out! Finally filled in the shoulder piece.”

You step closer to admire the fresh ink. Jungkook’s sleeve is, admittedly, really fucking cool. You still remember the first time you saw it in bio lab. It was the first day where the temperature crept up to an actual tolerable degree after what felt like a winter that would never end. You’d only known him in hoodies up to that point, so when he rolled into class that day in a baggy t-shirt and you saw the hint of lettering and shading peeking out from under his sleeve, your jaw nearly hit the floor.

“It’s rude to stare,” he’d said with a soft laugh and a cheeky-ass wink.

You wonder now if maybe you stepped too close, because you can feel the heat radiating off of his body. He holds his arm up for you, rotating it to show off the whole thing. Throughout the rest of the semester, you’d watched as he slowly started to fill in the blank spaces, but now it’s even more cohesive; he’s nearly finished it in the time since you last got a good look.

“Just need something on my wrist. And I might do the back of my hand. I haven’t decided.” He squeezes his hand into a fist and flexes with a put-on grunt, and you laugh even as the swell of his bicep makes your heart jump in your chest.

Emboldened by how close you are to him, and also the tequila, you trace your finger along the words that wrap across his forearm– rather be dead than cool. “That one’s my favorite,” you say softly.

When you glance up, he’s already looking at you, and now your heart’s in your throat. “I swear this thing’s the only reason you like me,” he says, the non-pierced corner of his mouth crooking up in a barely-there smile.

You open your mouth to protest when the kitchen is suddenly alive with noise as a mass of bodies crash through the doorway. A girl in a minidress that has ridden dangerously far up her thighs is nearly carried in by two of her friends, with several more trailing in right at their heels, and her name must be Hannah because they all say it about a thousand times in six seconds. A couple of dudebros shuffle in behind them, shouting for everyone to step back and give her space.

Nowhere else to go, you’re forced that much closer to Jungkook as far too many people try to squeeze into the tiny kitchen. You’ve basically got him pinned against the counter, and you look away, then look back, extremely uncomfortable.

“Sorry,” you mouth, and he shakes his head like it’s not a big deal.

He does smell really good, you realize now that he’s this close. Not like he took a bath in Axe body spray or Drakkar Noir, as most of his frat bros do, just… warm and clean, with a hint of the good kind of boy musk, salt and skin. It’s a welcome distraction from the unbridled chaos of Hannah and her entourage.

“She’s gonna be sick,” someone warns, and you wince in preparation.

“Hannah, aim for the sink!” Another girl coaxes. You turn over your shoulder and watch as Hannah takes a few steps forward, legs quivering like a baby deer, then does a last-second pivot and vomits directly into the jungle juice.

“Oh, party foul!” One of the bros yells.

You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head, and then Jungkook’s breath is ghosting over your neck and you can’t think about anything else. “Do you want to go to my room?” His voice is low, his lips inches from your ear.

You look up at him over the rim of your cup. “Yes, please.”

It’s only once you start walking that your mind is able to process what’s happening, and the panic sets in. Jeon Jungkook is guiding you through his packed frat house, his hand on the small of your back. Of course the crowds part for you like the fucking red sea, no throwing elbows required, because everybody loves him.

His bros greet him as he passes, “‘sup JK!”, and you try to avoid eye contact. You wonder how regularly they see this, him leading some wide-eyed girl up to his room to do what frat boys do best. Your stomach twists as you wonder what his expectations are, and what the fuck it is that you’ve just agreed to by saying yes.

You climb the stairs, his hand still pressed to your back, and he leads you to the first room on the left when you reach the top. When he opens the door and motions for you to step through, you’re surprised.

For one, it doesn’t reek of weed. It just smells like he does, but stronger, with a hint of fresh laundry. His bed isn’t made, but there are also no questionable stains on the black sheets, and he has four pillows and a bed frame, not just a mattress and box spring on the ground with one sad rectangle. There are some cups on the nightstand, but no ash tray overflowing with burnt out ends of blunts, no empty beer cans, and you can actually see the floor.

Not bad, you think to yourself, and then the anxiety presses in again as he shuts the door behind you. Nope. You are absolutely not doing this.

“Sorry about that,” he says with a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “These things get really crazy around finals season. I guess people need an escape in the form of mild alcohol poisoning.”

You cross your arms, unable to continue the polite conversation. “Look, I don’t know what you think is going to happen in here, but it’s not going to happen, okay?”

He steps back, his brow instantly furrowing. “Wait, what? Are you mad at me right now? I just figured you’d want to get out of the kitchen, since a girl was actively puking.”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” you say, not buying it.

“I-I’m not.” Jungkook seems genuinely flustered, enough that you realize he’s probably not acting. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he starts, and then he sighs, like he’s correcting himself. “But, I guess my intentions really don’t matter, because it seems like I did. So I’m sorry.”

You squint at him, wondering who the fuck taught this boy how to apologize so damn well. This is the first time you’ve ever heard a frat boy say “sorry” without it being immediately followed by “but” and then something so offensive that it negates the entire thing.

He waits for you to respond, then gestures to the door. “If you want to go, you can go. I just wanted to talk to you. I haven’t seen you at all since last semester, and I’m really glad you came out.”

The thought of going back downstairs is slightly more anxiety-inducing than staying in this room. At least here it’s quiet, and it smells nice, and he apparently is not actually trying to get into your pants. It really does seem like you read him wrong, you admit to yourself, and then you unceremoniously plop down on his carpet.

Jungkook doesn’t even try to hide the big smile on his face as he joins you on the floor, and you both lean back against the foot of his bed. He slips his feet out of his slides and you lean forward to pull your boots off.

“Like I said, I’ve been rotting away in my dorm room,” you remind him with a dry laugh.

“You should’ve texted me. I would’ve come rot with you.”

His words make you smile a little, but you’re still suspicious. “Uh-huh,” you intone as he takes another sip of his drink. “And what would we have done, Jungkook?” The question nearly makes you cringe; it’s like reading a bad sext out loud. You don’t know why you keep pushing him on this.

Maybe, a tiny part of your tequila brain whispers to you, you’re goading him so hard into saying that he wants to hook up because for a split second back there in the kitchen, you realized that’s what you want. But you’re a hyper-independent bitch who can’t ever admit to needing anything from anybody, so you need him to say it first.

You grit your teeth and give your head a nearly imperceptible shake, trying to shut that brain cell up.

“I don’t know,” he says with a shrug, like he really doesn’t. “Play video games?” He gestures to a Nintendo 64 in the corner of his room, hooked up to a large TV that’s mounted on the wall.

It’s certainly not the answer you expected, but you don’t hate it. You raise an eyebrow as if to challenge him. “Well, I will kick your ass in Mario Kart.”

He sucks gently on his lip ring as he looks you over, and there’s a glint in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. You’ve clearly tapped into something. “Oh, I highly doubt that.”

“Then prove it.”

Dropping out of shit-talk mode for a second, Jungkook gives a laugh that almost sounds embarrassed. “I should warn you, I get pretty competitive.”

You refuse to back down. “Better work on your gracious losing face, then.”

In acceptance of your challenge, you watch as he sorts through the bin of cartridges next to the console until he finds the one he’s looking for. He brings it up to his mouth and blows on it, some strange gamer ritual you’ve seen before but have never understood, and a shiver runs through you.

“Here,” he says, tossing you a dark blue controller, letting the cord unravel and plugging it into the port. “You can even use my favorite.” You take it in your hands and smile when you see the yellow Pokémon logo stamped across the center.

“You’re going to regret that when I beat you with it,” you retort, shrugging out of your jacket for optimum mobility. He’s grinning as he settles back next to you and the menu music starts up.

It turns out you’re pretty evenly matched in the Mario Kart skills department. You sail past him on the first course, easily finishing in first, but get entirely wrecked by a blue shell in course two and he’s able to clinch it no problem.

You would’ve expected more shit-talking based on his warning, but instead he’s just so focused, eyes wide, mouth wiggling his lip ring back and forth. It’s a little endearing. A lot endearing, really. You keep sneaking glances over at him as you start up the third and final course, wondering why he has to be so goddamn cute, why you’re incapable of finding a single flaw in him no matter how hard you try.

Forcing yourself to focus, you return your attention back to the screen, only to see that he has flown right by you and is far ahead in the lead. Oh, this simply will not do, you think to yourself, and then an item box hands you a perfectly-timed golden mushroom, and you see your path to victory.

You drift around the sharp corners, giving yourself a speed boost each time, and it’s just enough. “Get fucked,” you say with a giggle as Princess Peach cruises her way past Bowser into first place. You use the last few seconds of your mushroom power to put a solid amount of distance between your characters. There’s less than half a lap left, and absolutely nothing he can do to deny you of your win.

Or so you think, until he reaches over and drags his hand across your controller, forcing your joystick in the opposite direction and causing Peach to start driving in circles on the screen.

“What the fuck!” You scream, trying to smack his hand away, but he closes one of your hands in his and forces that down on the joystick, making your car go fully backwards. “You fucking cheater!”

“You’re the cheater,” he grunts, which doesn’t even make any sense, but pisses you off enough to reach for his controller to mimic his strategy. However, you fail to account for his evolutionary advantage of having longer arms than you; he’s easily able to scoot away while keeping his hand pressed down on your own. You see in the game that he’s inches away from overtaking you now, the fingers of his other hand stretching to work joystick and button at once.

“No!” You cry out in frustration, desperately trying to wriggle your hand free. You can’t just sit here and watch him steal this out from under you, so you dive hard to one side and yank the controller away at the same time.

It’s only a little too late that you realize you have once again made an uncoordinated lunge and ended up with far too much leftover momentum. He does not relent, and you underestimated the severity of his grip on your hand because when you fall over he comes with you, both of you toppling onto the carpet as the controller flies out of your grasp.

You end up flat on your back, and his reflexes are only barely fast enough to respond, his hands bracing the floor on either side of your head so he can avoid landing on top of you.

But that’s even worse, because now Jungkook is hovering over you, and you’re both breathing heavy, and his hair is falling in his eyes, and you don’t even know how but his thigh has managed to end up pressed between your legs.

For a moment, you don’t move or say anything, and neither does he. You just stay like that, staring at each other. Your eyes drop to his mouth, and then he cracks a smug grin.

“I told you I don’t like to lose.”

Your stomach flips as your panic rears back in full force, and you meet his gaze again. “Am I still supposed to believe you didn’t bring me up here to hook up?” Your voice is barely more than a whisper.

The smile drops off his face as his eyes search yours. “What do you want?” He asks, and you can hear the exasperation in his voice. “Because you’re the one who keeps talking about it.”

You falter, unable to come up with any witty retort because you know he’s right. Jungkook moves away from you and you sit up with a sigh. He scoots back a few more inches, giving you plenty of space, and reaches for the remote to mute the TV.

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” you say, your voice still soft. You can’t look at him, so you stare at the carpet instead. “That’s just alcohol and adolescent sex drive talking. It’s not a good idea.”

“Why not?” He doesn’t sound mad, but confused, like he wants to understand your thought process. Good fucking luck, you think to yourself.

You give him a look. “Because I’m not an idiot. Hooking up with a frat boy in his frat house is never a good idea.”

The way his face falls makes you feel like the biggest bitch on planet earth, and you desperately wish you could shove the words back in your mouth, that you were capable of shutting up for once in your goddamn life.

“Is that really how you see me?”

Of course it’s not. You know it’s not, and you hope he knows it too, despite your inability to ever actually say what you fucking mean. But you can’t stop yourself. The defense mechanism is fully engaged now.

“Jungkook, you are literally a frat boy. We are literally in a frat house. This is not a perception character judgment thing. It’s an objective facts of reality thing.”

He fixes you in his gaze, saying nothing, then sighs. “Why do you do that?”

Your heart sinks. “Do what?”

He shakes his head, worrying at his lip ring again, clearly a nervous habit. “I don’t know, it’s like… Sometimes I think you like me, but then you always throw a wall up at the last second. I just wish I knew why.”

That makes two of us, you think bitterly, but your heart is simultaneously cracking apart at how vulnerable he’s being with no hesitation. You’re almost jealous that he can just move through life like this, open and honest, so unafraid.

“I do like you,” you admit, and you open your mouth to add the qualifier, to put the wall up, but he speaks first.

“I like you, too. I’ve liked you for a long time.” This kid is going to be the death of you. “I’m not just looking to score, or whatever."

You pull your knees to your chest, crossing your arms over them, trying to shrink until you no longer exist. You start to shake your head. “Jungkook, I don’t–”

“See,” he cuts you off, “you’re doing it right now.” You groan and bury your face in your arms. “What is that? We like each other, why can’t that be enough?”

The question hangs heavy, because you know there’s no good answer.

Finally, you look up at him and sigh. “Because,” you start decisively. “You’re… you. And I’m me.” You gesture between the two of you. “We’re from different worlds.”

His face scrunches up a little, and it’s his turn to shake his head slowly. “I really don’t think we are. I think you’re just telling yourself that.” You can see he’s getting frustrated and you don’t fucking blame him. “And I don’t get how you can complain about sitting by yourself in your dorm room, but then keep blocking everyone out so that you’re always alone.”

“I like being alone!” The lie comes out reflexively before you can even think to stop it. You’ve said it so many times at this point that it almost feels true. “Alone is best.” You pause, and for a second you really wonder if you’re going to cry right now, on the floor of Jeon Jungkook’s bedroom, in his stupid frat house. “You can’t get hurt, or disappointed, or left behind if you’re alone,” you conclude. There it is. The truth, kind of.

“I wouldn’t do any of those things to you,” he says softly.

You just stare at him for a moment. The promise is too good to be true. It always is. “You can’t know that.”

He pauses, then nods once, staring back at you. “You’re right. But I don’t want to do those things. And I would try really hard not to. I just want to make you feel good. Whatever that looks like.”

You can’t help where your stupid tequila brain immediately takes the idea, and you let out a dry laugh. “Well, if that’s what you’re after, there’s really no chance.”

His brows pinch together, clearly not understanding. “What does that mean?”

“Many have tried, none have succeeded,” you say with a roll of your eyes, stretching your legs back out. “I am a puzzle that no man can solve.”

The realization slowly dawns on him, and his eyes widen. “Wait, are you saying you’ve never had a–”

You wave a hand in the air as if to shush him, and you cut him off. “Stop. Don’t be dramatic. I’ve had plenty of orgasms, courtesy of my vibrator and my showerhead.” Your face is a little hot from talking about this in front of him. “Just… only alone. The running theme here, apparently.”

He tilts his head, processing this new information. “So do you fake it?” You tell yourself you’re just imagining that he sounds a little upset.

You grimace. “With my high school boyfriend, yeah. He was my first everything, and we were so young. I was too embarrassed to say it, so I just let him believe he had a magical dick that brought me to orgasm at the exact same time as him every time.”

Jungkook huffs a laugh of disbelief.

“And after that,” you continue, looking down in embarrassment, “I don’t know, it’s pretty much just been hookups, and most usually don’t bother to ask. Some have tried for a while, and then given up…” The memories make you cringe. “It’s just uncomfortable. Hence the alone thing.” You give a half shrug. “It’s okay. My vibrator is nice.”

He says nothing, and you mentally kick yourself for oversharing. This is why the wall goes up, you think, but when you look at him, he’s already looking at you, and not in the way you expected.

In fact, you’re surprised to see that glint in his eyes again. He licks his lips, and you realize your pulse is racing.

“The way I see it,” he begins slowly, his voice low and even, “we have two options.” You raise an eyebrow, your interest piqued, and he continues. “Option one. You let me know, for real, that you’re not interested. You don’t have to tell me why, but you do have to mean it. And I’ll leave you alone, and you can go home and write your paper.”

Your mouth goes dry as you try to prepare for what might come next.

“Or, option two.” You swear his eyes darken as he says it. “You admit to me that you like me, and that you want me. And you let me take care of you. Which includes keeping you in my bed for as long as it takes me to make you come. I don’t care if it takes hours. I’ve got hours.”

He shrugs like he hasn’t just said the most devastating thing you’ve ever heard. “We can figure out the rest after. It doesn’t have to be anything you don’t want it to be. But it’s your call. I won’t be mad, whatever you choose. I just need to know.” He leans back on his hands, awaiting your choice.

“Jungkook,” you breathe. “You don’t know how tempting that offer is.” You try to say more, but he’s faster.

“Then say yes.”

You want to scream at him that it’s not that simple, that letting people all the way in is a door you slammed shut long ago, never to be opened again. But despite your best attempts, this cheeky, dorky, pierced and tattooed frat wonder boy has managed to wedge that door back open, just an inch. And it’s enough that now you can’t help but wonder what’s on the other side.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe it really can be that simple with him. Maybe safe doesn’t always have to mean alone. Isn’t that why you came to this party in the first place?

You let out a slow exhale, and then for the first time in your life, you decide to get out of your own way.

“Okay,” you say, and you have to work to keep your voice from shaking. “Yes. But,” you quickly add before he has a chance to react, “I don’t want this to turn into a big thing if…” you trail off. “You know. If I can’t.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about that.” He says with a self-assured smile, and you hate that it’s so hot. “I have a secret weapon.”

And then he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, and the end of a silver barbell winks at you.

Your jaw drops. “I’m sorry, you have a tongue piercing?!”

He smirks. “Got it a couple months ago. It’s fully healed now, so you get to be my maiden voyage.” You cringe and he laughs self-consciously. “Sorry, that sounded cooler in my head.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re laughing too as his hands reach for your ankles. He gently starts to pull you towards him and you cross your legs, scooting the rest of the way forward until your knees are touching his.

“Can I please kiss you now?” Jungkook asks, but you take his face in your hands and beat him to it.

Given his competitive streak, a part of you had expected everything about this to be rough and hard, but the way he kisses you is so gentle, it’s romantic. You’d forgotten what it’s like to be kissed like this, intimate and slow, not just a tongue shoved down your throat. Jungkook is continuing to prove to you what he already has time and time again: he is nothing like any man you’ve ever met.

You are really curious about that piercing, though, so you tilt your head and tentatively lick into his mouth. When you bump against the metal post he whines a little, and goddamn, you need to be in his bed right fucking now.

He must have the same thought because his hands run firmly over your hips and you both maneuver to your feet without breaking apart. You let him guide you backwards until your knees hit the end of the bed, and you sit down and gaze up at him, breathless from his kisses.

You’re a little nervous, you realize, but then you see the way he’s looking at you. “God, you are so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, and your face flushes.

Jungkook ducks his head to kiss you again, moving you to lay down, and his hand finds the small of your back beneath you. You can’t help but smile when he uses the arm wrapped around you to effortlessly lift you up and scoot you backwards to the head of the bed. You lean against the pillows as his tongue returns to your mouth.

His fingers start to play gently at the hem of your shirt as if asking a question. You nod and he pushes it up, your lips breaking apart only for as long as it takes to pull it over your head before finding each other again.

You reach to do the same for him, but he makes an “uh-uh” noise into your mouth, then pulls away. “I want this to be about you.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Jungkook, that is incredibly sweet, and it can absolutely be about me. But I think you will severely hurt your chances of bringing me to orgasm if you’re wearing that creamsicle nightmare shirt while you’re doing it."

He raises his eyebrows for a split second like he’s weighing whether or not he should accept that challenge, but then he shrugs with a grin and pulls his shirt off over his head. His body is ridiculous, lithe and toned, and he inhales sharply when you run your hands up his chest.

You realize now, as he unhooks your bra and tosses it off the edge of the bed, then starts to kiss down your jaw, that Jungkook is vocal. He makes these breathy little sighs against your skin as he goes, and when you do something like scratch your nails over his back or dip your head to trace your tongue along his neck, he outright moans. The low, raw sound makes your pussy throb.

Noise during sex has always been weird for you; you felt like guys expected you to be loud, which is hard to do convincingly when you’re nowhere near satisfied. But none of the sounds he’s making now seem in any way performative. You can tell it’s just him enjoying your shared pleasure the same way he does everything– unashamedly.

So when he sucks gently at the place where your neck and shoulder meet, lightly running his piercing over the sensitive skin there, your eyes flutter closed, and you don’t hold back the noise he pulls out of you.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you breathe, and you feel him smile.

You’re overwhelmed by all the different sensations his mouth can make against your skin. He kisses, licks, drags his tongue ring, and bites along your neck and your collarbones, working you until you couldn’t keep quiet even if you wanted to. His hands slide up your waist, coming to cup your breasts, and he tries similar experiments with his thumbs over your nipples: barely-there tapping, then firmer pressure in slow circles, then light pinches that make you gasp and writhe.

He’s clearly educating himself, paying close attention to your responses to figure out the best ways to touch you and take you apart. No one has ever cared this much about what actually felt good to you before; this is a far cry from the half-hearted two minutes of foreplay you’re accustomed to. He really does act like he’s got all the time in the world.

The thought of him touching and kissing you like this for hours is dizzying. Even if he can’t make you come, you don’t fucking care, everything he’s doing still feels incredible. It’s a hell of a lot better than writing a paper.

Jungkook groans into your skin as he mouths down to your breasts, and when he shifts, you can feel his erection grind against your thigh. The knowledge that he’s just as turned on by this as you are, paired with a deft flick of his piercing over your nipple, makes you whine loudly. Your core is already aching to be touched, licked, fucked– anything.

He reaches to unbutton your pants while his lips and tongue still work at the bud of your breast in his mouth. Your hips lift up at his touch and he pulls your jeans down, dropping your nipple from between his teeth so you can kick them the rest of the way off.

His hands slip under the band of your panties with a grunt so heady it’s nearly a growl, but instead of pulling them down, he loops the fabric around his fingers once and pulls up, so the lace is pressed tight against your dripping cunt. Even that small amount of friction makes you whimper, your hips rocking in desperate search of relief.

“Can I take these off?” He pairs the question with another firm tug, so the lace rubs right over your clit as your hips circle.

You don’t even have the breath to answer, you want it so bad; you can only nod.

He pulls your panties off, tossing them to join the rest of your clothes on the floor before moving down between your spread legs. You’re so wet for him now that just his breath on your core is enough to make you moan.

You brush his hair off his forehead and watch as he brings his mouth to your thighs, trailing lips and teeth upwards. With each pass, he comes so close to where you want him, where you need him, but deliberately stops just shy, teasing you. He runs his tongue along the crease where your hip and thigh meet, and the drag of his piercing on your skin makes you cry out, delirious with anticipation.

But then his mouth goes in the wrong direction. Rather than close the small amount of distance left to finally, finally make contact with your cunt, he shifts away from it. His lips and tongue trail back over your hips, your stomach, and up the valley between your breasts. You lift your head in disbelief to watch him, and you don’t think you’re going to make it– you’ve never been denied pleasure like this before. Your eyes start to sting like they might well up with tears.

He keeps going, lips moving from your neck to your jaw and then finally back to your mouth. You turn your head to the side, your breathing ragged.

“Jungkook,” you nearly sob, “please.”

His voice is hoarse when he murmurs in your ear with a dark laugh, “I was wondering how long it would take you to beg for it. You really held out on me.” He kisses you again and you whine in frustration as he sucks on your bottom lip. He pulls away with a smile. “Talk to me. Tell me what you need.”

Your head swims; you try to form words through your desperation. “I– fuck, anything, anything. Please, Jungkook, please.” You sound so wrecked, so needy, but if he wants you to beg, you’ll do it, gladly. You’re going to die if he doesn’t touch you soon. Your hips shudder up against his, your nails dragging down his back.

“Good girl, love it when you say my name like that,” he groans into the crook of your neck, and your pussy clenches around nothing, your brain short-circuiting at the praise.

He doesn’t drag it out any longer– you don’t think you’d survive if he did– and instead just shifts to settle back between your legs. His hands come to your thighs and you’re so keyed up that you jump under his touch as he spreads you wide open. You’re nearly clawing at the bedsheets in preparation to finally feel him after so long, but instead of his fingers or his tongue, something wet hits your clit.

It takes a second for your brain to process that he spit on you. Fuck.

You look up to see him looking at you, wide-eyed, like he’s only just realized what he did. “Sorry, I should’ve asked first. Was that okay?”

It was fucking hot, actually, but you’re so far gone that you can’t make the words happen. You can only nod and roll your hips up toward him.

“Jungkook, please,” you manage to whimper one final time, and he dips his head to press a kiss to your inner thigh.

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs against your skin, “I’ve got you.” And then he closes his lips around your clit.

“Oh my fucking god,” you moan, relief flooding through you like a shot in the arm. His movements aren’t that different from how he first kissed you, gentle and sweet, and your clit throbs when his lip ring rolls over it.

Jungkook’s mouth falls into a steady rhythm, and he’s groaning against your pussy like it feels good for him, too. Enthusiastic is the only way to describe the way he eats you out; you really do believe he could do this all day.

Alternating with the movement of his lips, he starts to incorporate long, slow licks of his tongue across your folds. There’s enough spit and slickness that his piercing slides right over your clit, and it’s a sensation like nothing you’ve ever felt before that has you bucking against his mouth. He whines mid-lick when you do, and the vibration rips through you, your back arching in response.

That earns you two of his fingers slipped into your cunt, and for the second time tonight, you think you might die. Your legs start to shake as his fingers curl inside you.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck,” you groan. You don’t recognize your own voice; you’ve never made noise like this before, but nothing’s ever felt this good. You’re coming undone in his hands, under his tongue.

He changes up the rhythm on your clit, moving between fluidly swirling his piercing over it and pulling it into his mouth for hard suction. The pleasure is still overwhelming, but something about the switch-up takes you out of your body and into your head, and you falter for a moment.

He’s been at this for a while, and he does seem to be enjoying himself, but even so, you start to feel self-conscious. Are you taking too long? Is his tongue getting tired? What if you still can’t come from this?

Your momentary silence and lack of movement must be enough to send Jungkook’s competitive edge into overdrive, because he grabs your thigh with his free hand as if to pull you even closer and fully buries his face in your cunt.

He flattens his tongue against you and starts to shake his head aggressively, wiggling his tongue with it, and the barbell tapping rhythmically at your clit has you gasping for air and grabbing at the bedsheets.

As if that wasn’t enough, he adds a third finger inside you, slowing down for just a moment to make sure you’re accustomed to the stretch. He runs his free hand up your thigh and lays it flat below your stomach, pressing down firmly on your lower abdomen. You don’t know what to expect– no one’s ever done it to you before, but when he resumes rocking his fingers back and forth against your front wall under that extra pressure, you nearly drench his hand in arousal, it feels so good.

“Fuck, Jungkook, fuck!” You moan, and you wonder if the whole party downstairs can hear. You sound like a goddamn pornstar, the kind of noises that are so ridiculous you’d think they were fake if you weren’t experiencing the insane, all-encompassing pleasure yourself firsthand. Here, in Jungkook’s bed, in his fucking frat house, getting eaten out like you’re his last fucking meal.

You can’t even remember what you were worrying about now. There’s no space left in your brain for it, and your pussy is already starting to flutter around his fingers as you feel the pressure building in your core.

Out of sheer desperation, you wind a hand through his hair and lift your hips up against his mouth, matching his rhythm. He looks up at you and moans around your clit, nodding his head, clearly trying to encourage you without letting his tempo slow.

His breathing is ragged and loud as you grip his hair and rock your hips, bumping your clit against his pierced tongue again and again and again, exactly the way you need it.

Your moans increase in pitch and pace as you feel your orgasm crest. He responds back in time, encouraging you, his voice coming from some raw, primal place as he grunts open-mouthed, “uh-huh, uh-huh” against your clit, and you can hear his fingers working your cunt so well, and it’s all too fucking much.

You come so hard, it makes you question if you’ve ever actually had an orgasm before. Hands gripping at the sheets, toes curling, legs shaking violently, back arching up off the mattress, all with a loud moan that’s more like a sob. You have never in your life felt anything this good.

Jungkook slows but doesn’t stop as the aftershocks roll through you, slowly moving his head up and down to lick flat, long stripes over your clit as you continue to shudder against his face. Your thighs pull together reflexively when you become too sensitive, and that’s when he finally relents, pulling off and out of you.

You stare up at the ceiling, trying to remember how to breathe and wondering if you really did die after all. There’s a loud bang on the door, but you’re too blissed out to even give a fuck, and it’s just one of his frat bros yelling “alright, JK!” from the other side.

At least they’re supportive of a woman’s pleasure, you think, and then you can’t help but laugh at the sheer insanity of it all. Jungkook slides up the bed to lay next to you, and he’s smiling as he wipes his face with his hand.

“I guess you didn’t fake that one, huh?”

You can only shake your head as you struggle to get your breath back.

“Holy shit, I feel like I should say thank you,” you eventually manage, and he laughs his perfect laugh. You roll over to bury your face in his shoulder. “What the fuck, Jungkook– I think I saw my life flash before my eyes. That was fucking crazy.”

Jungkook flips onto his side facing you, propped up on one arm, his other hand gently running back and forth along the curve of your waist. “What can I say? I play to win.” He can’t hide his satisfied smile as the official winner of your first ever non-solo orgasm.

You lean against him, allowing your eyes to close again as your pulse slows, and you sigh contentedly as he presses his lips to your hairline.

“What time is it?” He asks after a few minutes. “Do you need to go write your paper?”

You tilt back to shoot him a death glare. “Do not mention my fucking paper right now, Jeon Jungkook. I’m trying to bask in the glow here.”

He laughs again and pulls you closer. “My bad.”

“And besides,” your face softens, and your eyes trace down to his hand that’s now gently palming over the front of his pants, where you can see the bulge of his erection. “I believe you promised me hours.”

He raises his eyebrows slightly. “Oh, I’ll give you hours.”

Your pussy doesn’t feel anywhere near recovered, but you’re somehow also aching for him to fuck you. If that was only his head game, you genuinely don’t think you’ll survive sex with Jungkook. But you’re willing to die trying.

“Come here,” his voice returns to that near-growl and he crawls over you, one hand cupping your jaw as he brings his lips to yours.

This time when his thigh presses between your legs, it’s on purpose. Your clit still twitches at the contact, but the pressure is indirect enough that it only feels good, and you rock your hips slowly into him.

You’re desperate to see him, touch him, return the favor, and your hand slips between your bodies to grab him through his pants. You whine against his lips when you feel how thick he is in your hand, and you pull little gasps out of him as you slowly start to pump him over the fabric.

“Please fuck me, Jungkook,” you whisper when you break apart, begging for it the way you’ve learned he likes, your hand still working him.

He bites down hard on your neck with a laugh, like he can’t believe you’re real.

You start to unbutton and push down his pants and then he flips onto his back to do the rest, shedding pants and boxers at the same time. You can’t help but giggle a little at his apparent urgency, pleased that he needs you just as bad, as he yanks his nightstand drawer out, retrieves a condom, and rips it open with his teeth.

But that urgency is gone once he’s hovering over you, cock teasing at your entrance, your knees bent and legs spread for him. It’s replaced by that same look in his eyes, those same gentle kisses, and arousal pooling in your belly at the realization that he really could do this for hours. But you need him now.

“Please,” you whisper one more time, and he groans against your throat as he pushes into you.

His pace is slow, hips rolling fluidly, and you’re still so sensitive that your walls flutter around him with each thrust. The thickness of his cock feels just as good as you thought it would. You moan loudly, arching back against the pillow, as his head drags over your sweet spot.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he groans, his voice ragged. He keeps rolling his hips, stroking so slow and deep that it’s pleasure and torture all in one. 

Jungkook must be a fast learner, because when he thrusts into you one more time and you whine in response, the same strangled noise you made when he teased your cunt, he knows what you need. You don’t even have to beg for it.

His hands slide along the backs of your thighs and he pushes, just a little, folding your legs up so your pelvis tilts to give him full access to your cunt. And then he picks up the pace.

The pleasure is overwhelming as he bottoms out inside you over and over, and you’re already close to the edge of a second climax. You rake your nails down his back and his hips move even faster, both of you moaning with every thrust. The sound of skin on skin is so loud it’s obscene; there’s no way the whole party doesn’t know what you’re up to by now.

You don’t give a shit. You hope they’re all jealous.

Your legs start to shake as the pressure in your core builds, and you’re suddenly in dire need of release all over again. You move to reach a hand down between your legs, but Jungkook doesn’t miss a thing.

He lets go of one of your thighs to knock your hand away, replacing it with his own, his thrusts never slowing. You watch this time as he spits on your clit again, and then starts to rub circles over it.

It’s a touch you’ve felt before, fast and hard, usually performed by a guy who has no idea what he’s doing, and usually painful as all hell.

But Jungkook is very obviously a fucking expert in his field, and he must know that when you’re as slick as you are from his mouth and your own arousal, and you’ve already come once, and you’re this insanely turned on and desperate for it, it doesn’t hurt at all. Your hips lift up off the bed because right now, it’s fucking perfect.

“Oh my fucking god, Jungkook, fuck, yes, don’t stop–” you cry out, and your last moan is nearly a scream as you come all the way undone for him. Your cunt squeezes tightly around his length, and he only has to rut into you a few more times before he’s coming, too, with a loud groan of your name.

His head drops onto your shoulder as he finishes, gasping for breath. You lean back against the pillows, still shuddering a little but entirely spent, fucked out of your mind.

You’re only vaguely aware of what’s happening when he pulls out of you, or when the bed shifts as he gets up to dispose of the condom, then collapses back down next to you with a dazed sigh.

You roll into him, still lost for words, and he wraps both arms around you. You can hear his heart thudding hard in his chest, the same tempo as yours.

A laugh rips through you as you play the last few moments back and remember his hand shoving your own away. You look up at him. “So what are you, in charge of my orgasms now? Did I sign a contract tonight?”

“No,” he gives a small smile, and you see a blush creep up his neck at the reminder of something done clearly in the heat of the moment. “I don’t know. No one had ever made you come once before, so… I just wanted to do it twice. Set a new number to beat.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t hide the grin on your face. “I’m not a video game, Jungkook.”

“Nope,” he laughs, tightening his grip around you. “You are so much better.” He ducks down to kiss you gently.

You’re still smiling when he moves to rest his chin on your head. “And you are better than my vibrator.”

There’s a comfortable pause, and then you decide you may as well do what you do best and ruin everything. “So, is now the time when I ask you the phrase that every frat boy dreads to hear?” You start, and he’s already looking at you when you glance up again. “What are we?”

He shrugs, looking totally nonplussed. “That’s up to you. I will literally go out there right now and announce to the entire party that you’re my girlfriend and I’m the first man to ever make you come, if that’s what you want.”

You press your face to his chest and laugh self-consciously. “Well, I think they already know about the second part. I wasn’t exactly quiet.”

His lips brush against your temple. “Don’t be. I want them all to know who’s fucking you right.”

You sigh, wondering how on earth this kid is real. There’s a big part of you, especially with the high of two orgasms rattling around in your brain, that wants to take the leap right now, straight into the unknown. You want to trust him fully, but you’re still scared of the uncertainty, the potential for disaster. It’s been a long time since you let someone all the way in.

“But the G word…” you say nervously. “That’s a lot for me, at least right now.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says simply, and when you meet his gaze, the look on his face betrays no hurt feelings or hidden agenda. It makes you feel like it really is okay. “We can be whatever you want,” he continues. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You can feel yourself getting emotional, and you bring your cheek to his chest again, hoping he can’t tell. “Well, whatever label we put on it, you are eating me out like that at least once a week.”

“Once a week?” He huffs softly. “How about once a day?” He shifts slightly to trail kisses along your neck. “Actually,” he murmurs in your ear, “I could go for seconds right now…”

You laugh and shove against his chest. “Hey, I’m still getting used to this brave new world over here. If you make me come again tonight I think I might literally die in your bed.” He relents with a smug smile and a kiss pressed to your cheek.

“But if you wanted to wake me up that way tomorrow…” you offer, and he gets that goddamn look in his eyes, the one that may forever be known as the look that ruined your life.

“Oh, I think we can make that happen.”

[erodasfishtacos]

Safe Space

prompt: follow up to demi piece for mlb!harry

warnings: insecurity, smut, minors dni 18+

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Harry isn’t trying to be dramatic when he says that he is officially and utterly obsessed with everything about YN.

He felt like he was addicted to her, from just being in the same space as her, and then from craving her body so much it hurt.

For a long period of his life, he didn’t understand the hype about sex - sure it sounded fine and orgasms definitely felt good but why did people care so much?

After his first time with YN, he very quickly realized what it was about because fuck, it was beyond the physical feeling of pleasure - it was how connected emotionally he felt to her and the display of love that sex was.

The issue was, they’d been intimate twice now with yesterday being their first time having sex, and both times he came prematurely.

No matter how kind and understanding YN was, it didn’t take away the deep insecurity of not being masculine enough or being a flop in the sheets.

YN had to use her own hand to help her along because he was coming so fast when they had sex, he was so far gone he hadn’t even thought about dipping his own hand down to assist.

Harry had to leave YN in his bed in the morning because he had to go to weight training and then right after a grueling practice.

He had left a little handwritten note on top of her cellphone to find when she woke up.

Good morning, baby. I’m off to practice. I love you x

It was simple but sweet.

When Harry’s in the locker room with his teammates as they all hits the showers and start to change after practice, well it’s no surprise sex is brought up - literally nothing has changed since high school.

He still didn’t feel the need to join in on the disgusting conversation, the way they talked about women was truly abysmal and some of them were referring to their own girlfriends in such crude ways.

Harry had so much respect for YN, so much undying appreciation for her body even though he just is beginning to learn it.

He would never talk about the intricacies of her form with other people, why would he want them to know what is only for him?

He didn’t want others to know how puffy her nipples get after he’s given them attention, how she gets so wet that it makes her folds glisten - that’s purely for his eyes and imagination only.

“Yeah, Becca told me that Cameron only lasted for three minutes,” Joseph cackles as the other boys join in on the laughter, “Said he jizzed nearly as soon as he stuck it in.”

“No wonder she turned him down when he asked her to the Sigma Phi party,” Payton crows with a boisterous laugh, “He’s never gonna get another date while he’s in school.”

Harry hates the anxiety that strikes in his chest because it hits him that they’re making fun of what he’s most self-conscious about right now.

He was new to everything, having YN’s hands, mouth, cunt was so mind blowingly euphoric and like nothing he’d ever experienced before that he couldn’t control how fast his orgasms snuck up on him.

The first time her lips wrapped around him, he couldn’t even think a conducive thought, let alone stave off his release.

The first time they had sex, she had to finish herself off because he came so fast that he didn’t even have time to focus on her.

His throat is tight as he rushes to get his clothes on, he didn’t want to lose YN - she was his person.

They only downfall of finally finding the love of his life was the immense fear of losing it because he knew this was once in a lifetime.

He was this allstar, cocky athlete who everyone drooled and daydreamed over - only YN knew he didn’t truly live up to his potential in the bedroom.

It’s not that he thinks she’s shallow enough to drop him over that but his anxiety and lack of self confidence had negative talk swirling through his head.

Harry wanted to be the best for her and he’s worried that he’s just not enough - it was the worst feeling on this earth and he hated that he didn’t feel confident in his own skin.

He’s out of the locker room without another glance at his teammates, putting his airpods in so he can act like he doesn’t hear all his classmates who try to say hi to him as he walks across campus.

His night class drags on, his fingers are fidgeting against the desk, knee bouncing because anxiety is one of the nastiest emotions to have.

Miss you already ☹️

The text pops across his screen towards the end of class, he has to tamper down the dopey grin that appears on his face - she must have just gotten out of her weekly newspaper meeting.

I miss you more. 😖

You’re the sweetest. Do you love me?

Harry has to bite the corner of his lip to tamper down his smile because he’s in a relationship, he loves her so much.

So much, baby.

I think you should totally invite me over tonight and show me how much. Just so I know you’re not all talk. 😛

Harry’s heart plummets back into his stomach, for what seems like the hundredth time lately because now he’s nervous about having to have sex despite how much he wants to.

Of course, he wants her to come over and he would have invited her in a minute anyways but now that the promise is lingering in her words, he’s struck with nerves.

He doesn’t respond fast enough because another text is coming through as his thumbs hesitate over the screen.

If you’re not up to it, that’s fine too.

And Harry never wants her to feel like he doesn’t want her there. It’s the exact opposite. He wants her there all the fucking time.

Don’t be silly. Of course, you’re welcome over anytime, my love. Meet me at Holden Hall in fifteen, we can walk back to mine together.

Okay ❤️

He’s not twelve, he shouldn’t get butterflies in his stomach but the thought of seeing her makes him squirm with excitement.

Because he is in love.

The class can’t end quick enough because even though there are always a few classmates who want to bullshit with him after class - Harry is bypassing them with a small smile and wave instead to get out the door.

YN is waiting on a bench, eyes on her phone until she must notice class letting up because her gaze rises and she has a breathtaking smile when she notices him.

It quickly turns downward when Harry is stopped by a group of girls, they’re giggly and overly nice as they compliment him on his recent game and how good he looked in ESPN College Edition this week.

Harry would usually give them all a cocky smile, dimples on display, and his shoulders broad as he let them coo over him.

Now he’s a taken man, he doesn’t have to act like he’s into all these girls he’s not anymore, and it’s so refreshing when he gives them a short ‘thank you’ and squeezes out of their circle.

Their eyes follow with annoyance and envy as they’re dismissed so quickly for Harry to make his way over to YN, where she’s sat on the bench in one of his baseball hoodies and a pair of leggings.

The girls begin to whisper furiously amongst themselves when Harry bends down, gripping YN’s chin, and kissing her softly for a moment before helping her up and taking her backpack to swing over his other shoulder before intertwining their hands.

YN seems surprised as they walk away, her hand squeezing his tightly as she ignores the daggers being glared into her back.

“What’s the look for?” Harry asks when they’re finally away from everyone spilling out of the lecture hall, and on the walk back to his frat house.

“I was just surprised you kissed me in front of all them,” YN shrugs, trying to play it off like it wasn’t a big deal to her, “Most guys wouldn’t have done that in front of another group of pretty girls.”

It’s Harry’s turn to frown at that, stopping in his tracks to give her a look, “Why wouldn’t I kiss you in front of all them? You’re my person. I only want to kiss you. I don’t care what any of them think. I only care what you think.”

YN’s let’s a smile creep on her face, leaning up to kiss him for a long moment before she’s giving him a big hug and nuzzling her face into his chest.

“I love you. You’re just…” YN trails off, like she can’t find the right words, “You’re so good to me. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

Harry can’t believe that. It feels opposite, he doesn’t know what he did to deserve her.

“You deserve the best and I’m going to always give it to you. I’m going to show you off to everybody all the time,” Harry promises as they begin to walk again, this time his arm around her shoulders pulling him into his chest.

The sex dilemma floats out of the forefront of his mind only for a little, only until they’re in his room, and Harry announces he needs to shower.

He was still sweaty, dirty from practice because on these days he doesn’t have time to shower before class.

When he drops their belongs near the door, he’s kicking of his shoes and telling YN, “Alright, gotta get cleaned up before we cuddle. M’gross.”

He fully expects YN to make herself comfortable on his bed while he cleans up and what he doesn’t expect is to YN to follow him to the bathroom - luckily, he had his own and didn’t have to share with his disgusting frat mates.

“Wh-What’s up?” Harry stutters as his cheeks flush, he hadn’t had anytime to figure out how he was going to solve his stamina problem and showering with his drop dead gorgeous girlfriend wasn’t going to help.

YN’s face twists in confusion as he stands frozen near the sink, “Uh, I was going to join you? If you don’t want me to, I don’t have to. I just thought that-“

He could tell he had embarrassed her by the way she’s trying to overexplain her reasoning to following him in there but Harry also knows that normal couples shower together all the time and if he was fucking normal - he wouldn’t be so surprised.

He wants to shower with her, fuck, of course he does.

Harry wants to scream and pull his hair because in his lack of self-confidence and anxiety - he’s making her feel bad about herself.

“No, no,” Harry interrupts her, bringing her into his chest, and kissing the top of her head, “Forgive me, darling. This, just all this is new to me. I’ve never showered with anyone before. I’m still getting used to actually being in a relationship.”

YN seems a bit relieved at his explanation, kissing his collarbone and rubbing at his back, “Still, if you don’t feel comfortable with me joining you that’s okay. Not all couples shower together. I shouldn’t have assumed.”

Harry’s chest pangs because he just keeping mucking everything up, “No, I always want you with me. Please don’t second guess yourself, baby. Want you to shower with me. Want you with me every second of the day.”

YN nods against his chest but doesn’t make any move, like she’s nervous to be the first one, and so Harry does so first - stepping back to strip his shirt over his head before he’s slipping YN’s hoodie up and over her head.

He leans over to turn on the faucet to get the water warmed up, she’s standing there in just her bralette and leggings - god damn, she’s pretty.

Harry’s heart rate is going a million miles a minute as he shrugs the bralette over her head, her gorgeous tits bouncing out to where they naturally lay - perky but real and soft.

“Baby,” Harry huffs out in awe as he thumbs over her nipples - hard and puffy, they are making his mouth water, can’t help but duck down and wrap his lips around one as she whines happily.

She’s reaching for the waistband of his athletic shorts and briefs, pulling them both down in one go, and it’s not shocking he’s already plumped up and hard for her.

It was still a new experience, being bare and vulnerable in front of someone else - showing the innermost personal parts but he wanted her to see him, it made him feel good when she whispered how nice his cock was.

After he’s got her leggings and panties off, he’s bringing them under the stream of the shower, and watching in rapt amazement as the droplets slide down her neck, over the peaks of her breasts, and bead off her now soft nipples.

“Turn around,” She orders quietly, turning his shoulders until he’s facing towards the back of the tub, her hands come up with lathered shampoo and begin to scrub through his matted locks - her nails scratching against his scalp feel so good that he moans weakly.

She takes such care of him, his heart is melting for her as she washes out the suds before snagging his loofa off the shelves and beginning to wash down his body to wipe away all the dirt and sweat of the day.

It feels so amazing to be taken care of like this, he’s never had this before, and now that he does - he wants to cry because he’s just emotional.

When she’s finished with him, he takes it upon himself to return the favor, not because he feels obligated but because he wants to take care of her just as much and prove his worth as a partner.

“Ouch,” YN hisses when Harry’s fingers get tangled in a knot in her hair and pull it quite harshly, YN’s face contorting in a brief moment of pain.

“Fuck, m’sorry,” Harry apologizes instantly, he was on edge and he just kept making everything worse - he just pulled his girlfriend’s hair, “M’sorry, baby. Are you alright?”

YN rolls her eyes at him, stepping closer and flopping against his wet chest, kissing his skin, and nodding, “I’m fine. You don’t have to apologize. Just be careful.”

Harry’s hands are shaking with nerves as he carefully weaves through her locks, taking his time with the knots before he’s moving onto soaping her body up - he would have to buy scents she liked as everything in his shower was more masculine scented like sandalwood and sage.

After gently running the loofa over her tits and belly, Harry dips downwards but she’s moving his hand away from her center and down her thighs.

“No scented products near the goods,” YN tells him as she wipes a stray hair off his forehead, “It will throw off my PH. I just use unscented soap for that.”

And once again, he feels like a fucking idiot and like he should have known that about female anatomy but he didn’t.

He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, inhaling through his mouth because he feels like such a twat today.

YN doesn’t notice, her eyes shut as she lets the water pound down on her skin, and humming happily as he washes down her legs, hand playing with his sodden curls.

They dry off and Harry grabs YN a tee shirt of his from a baseball camp because he loves seeing her in his stuff - it settled his possessive side.

YN uses his hairdryer to dry her hair until it’s nearly dry, just damp on the ends, and she crawls onto his bed, forgoing dressing in her shirt and underwear.

And Harry doesn’t know what to do because he wants to crawl over top of her, kiss her, and push inside where he knows she’s hot and ready for him but he also knows he was just in the shower for half and hour naked with her and he’ll come too soon.

“Er, what do you want to watch?” Harry asks instead, standing in his tight briefs near his desk with the remote - clicking through Netflix.

YN who’s got a confused look on her face doesn’t say anything at first, she’s literally splayed out on her boyfriends bed bare as the day she was born, and he hadn’t even acknowledged it.

“I was thinking about Bake-Off? We haven’t finished the season yet,” Harry swallowed nervously, eyes glued to the screen and not at her.

YN visibly deflates out of the corner of her eye, her shoulders slumping and she reaches for her top to shove quickly over her head before tugging on her underwear.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” YN responds without the enthusiasm she had a few minutes ago, Harry realizes for the second time that night he’s embarrassed her - he just turned down her blatant invitation.

Harry hates this.

YN is perfect, doing everything perfect, and he can’t get a fucking grip on himself.

He needs a second.

“I’m going to go make us some popcorn,” Harry excuses himself, tugging on a pair of shorts as he exits the room.

A few minutes later, with a bowl of popcorn and some water bottles, he enters his room again, frowning when he notices that YN had also tugged on a pair of his joggers.

“You cold? I can close the window,” Harry offers as he sets the food down and YN looks down at her hands, avoiding eye contact.

“No, m’fine,” She responds, her tone is unsure like he’s never really heard it, “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I figured I’d cover myself up.”

Harry shakes his head, angry at himself as he mutters, “Fuck.”

YN glances up at him with wide eyes as she watches him pace for a moment before he’s stepping over to her, kneeling down in front of the bed, and putting his hands on her thighs.

“It’s not you. You never make me uncomfortable, baby,” Harry reassures her, he feels tears start to prick his eyes as he hangs his head, “I just keep fucking this up.”

“You’re not fucking anything up, Harry,” YN replies softly, her hands coming to rub at his shoulders, “What do you mean?”

Harry sniffles pathetically, refusing to look up, “I wanted to jump your bones the second you were naked on my bed. I wanted you in the shower with me before you even offered but I’m making you feel like I’m not into you and I’m sorry.”

YN titters, thumbing over his warm ears, “I don’t think you’re not into me. I feel like I’m not reading you correctly and I feel bad.”

“No, no, baby,” Harry refutes, kissing her belly, “You’re reading me right. I want you. Every part of you. I just…I’m really doubting myself and I don’t feel like a good boyfriend.”

“But why?” YN presses, finally forcing his chin up until his watery eyes are meeting her concerned, honeyed one’s.

“You’re gonna laugh at me,” He mumbles but lets her press sweet kisses over his forehead and temples as he struggles.

“Never going to laugh about something serious, if you want us to have a healthy relationship we have to work through whatever is bothering you,” YN encourages, cupping his hands and moving her lips to kiss all over them as well.

“I was in the locker room today and they’re were fuckin’ around and making fun of some guy who…doesn’t last long. It made me anxious because I haven’t been and I don’t want you to get annoyed with me because I’m not good in bed,” Harry’s gone teary again, YN is quick to wipe them with her thumb and a knowing, calm smile decorates her face.

“Baby, that’s why you’ve been so skittish?” YN shakes her head with a small giggle, leaning down to kiss him once more.

“Said you weren’t gonna laugh at me,” Harry grumpily reminds her, nudging her cheek with his nose before pulling back.

“Didn’t realize you were worried about something absurd,” YN tries to tamper down her grin, “You’re worried that I’m not enjoying myself when we had sex?”

“You had to finish yourself off,” Harry points out as a weak reason to his defense.

YN raises an eyebrow, “Okay, at the end? But the reason I was even close enough to get myself off was because I was so turned on and you were making me feel so good.”

Harry didn’t think of it like that, he blinks at her like he wants her to keep talking, and so she does, gripping his hands firmly.

“The two times we’ve done it, they’ve literally been the best experiences I’ve ever had sexually,” YN rubs at the bridge of her nose, “I told you no guy has ever made me come before even when I was helping myself along.”

Harry takes in that information, a sense of pride swelling in his chest, and twitch in his thin shorts at the praise.

“Fuck,” Harry mumbles, brushing his lips against her clothed shoulder, “M’sorry I’ve been being such a dickhead.”

“You just need to communicate. I understand this is all new to you. It’s new to me too. It’s the first time I’ve ever been in love with the person I’m having sex with,” YN admits as her body gravitates closer to him and her legs spread for him to wriggle in between.

“And I’m going to be the only one who gets you like this. Always gonna be in love with everything about you. You’re my person,” Harry reassured her, the nerves melting away because he feels so fucking safe with her.

The stage fright, the nasty quells of insecurity dissipate, and are fully replaced desire to please the gorgeous girl in front of him.

“I’m sorry I made you feel like you needed to cover-up. I actually think we should probably do a no clothes policy in my room from here on out,” Harry rasps, his tone getting lower with the more arousal swirling in his tummy.

YN giggles kittenishly and it goes straight to his center, “Oh really? When did that become a rule?”

“Right about now,” Harry growls impatiently, tugging off her bottoms and panties in one rough yank before he’s lifting her thighs over his shoulders and making himself at home between them, “Fuck. How do you always taste so good, pet?”

“I-oh fuck, Harry,” YN whines loudly as her legs try to squeeze around his ears, he was so fucking dedicated when he went at it - licking, kissing, sucking every bit of her mound and what lay inside.

“Always want this,” Harry murmurs before lapping consistently at her slit while he thumbs at her clit - it was all coming naturally to him now.

“Yes, there. Yes,” YN encourage breathlessly when he finds the perfect rhythm that  has her back arching of the mattress and legs restless against his shoulders.

The encouragement just spurs him on to thrust his tongue into her perfect, velvet core as his thumb doesn’t stop the motion.

Her hips speed up to ride down onto his tongue as she nears her orgasm, Harry reaches up to flip her shirt up to reach and knead at one of her tits, pinching at the nipple.

That small burst of pain tends to do the trip because she’s squeezing on his tongue, clit throbbing against his thumb as she tries to muffle her mewls as she comes down.

“In me, want you in me,” She orders brattily, pulling Harry up by his biceps and dragging him on top of her, she’s bossy as she grips him around the base and leads him straight to where she needs him.

“Fuck, fuck baby,” Harry moans as he’s overwhelmed with pure fucking euphoria, his hips starting to fuck in automatically as his noises echo off the walls.

“S’good, you make me so full,” YN whimpers as her lips brush against his on every odd thrust, “Love being full of you.”

“Darling,” Harry scolds between a groan, the dirty talk did not help his stamina and fuck, her mewling about how full she felt just made it worse because he’s giving a few more weak thrusts before he’s coming as well.

“Mm, thank you,” YN hums as she pulls him up for another kiss, a spark in her core when she tastes herself, “See, practice makes perfect. We’ll get there.”

“Next time m’taping your mouth shut, who knew you spewed filth like a sailor?” Harry teases as he pulls at her bottom lip, “Made me come on the spot.”

“I don’t mind being gagged,” YN says nonchalantly and holy shit, Harry is in big trouble with this girl.

He fucking loves his person, his safe place.

[kindapinkskies]

studio love | h.s.

well, i’ve returned with something about harry for the first time in almost 3 years.. finally got my brain to turn back on and write for him. i really like the backstory i created here so i think i might keep it going as a series and they’ll be connected but also can be read standalone, please do let me know what you think. i do really like the way this turned about and i hope you do too.

its husband!harry i love you already

warnings: smut (please only read if you are 18+ years of age), language

words: 10.9k (harry writes and records a song that will never be released but still enlists you for help with it)

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The incessant vibration of your phone ringing pulls you from the near catatonic state you had fallen into while watching some random movie you found on tv. A smile breaks out on your face when you catch sight of the contact name and picture bringing your phone to life. Your heart picks up happily in your chest at the call. You nearly drop the phone in your haste to answer it. 

“Hi.”

“Hello, m’baby,” the voice on the other end is rough; like it’s been used all day. There’s a fluttering in your stomach at the gruffness and you feel bad for having that swooping excitement when you know he’s tired. It’s just that it’s so attractive. 

You smile, “To what do I owe the pleasure, my heart?”

“I was just wonderin’ what you were up to?”

Letting out a sigh, you clutch the phone tighter to your ear and sink deeper into the couch. “Technically, you could say I'm watching a movie. But, before you ask, I couldn’t tell you at all what I’ve been watching.”

A laugh rings out through the phone and you let out another sigh- this one content as it settles something within you. That sound is like home to you. “Yeah, you tend to do that.”

You hum, picking at a loose thread on the blanket that is currently covering your legs, “What are you doing?”

“I’m just in the studio.” 

“Yeah? When are you gonna be home?” 

There’s a noise that sounds like it was sucked through his teeth. “About that…” he trails off. 

“Harry..” you whine out his name, dramatically, close to something a child would do. “I miss you. And I’m so bored.”

“You love me, right?” Harry questions, sounding like he’s close to laughing after ignoring your whiny complaints. By this point in your relationship, he’s used to how needy you can get and he truly just finds it amusing. Because he knows he doesn’t neglect you for very long; normally it’s only a few hours a day but you’ll miss him regardless.

And he can’t complain because he just ends up the same way if you’re too busy for a few hours to give him your attention.  

The affronted noise that leaves you, at his question, breaks a laugh out of Harry and your offense to the question lessens. “I’ve been willingly married to you for four years, Harry.”

Choosing to get married young came with a lot of concerns, a lot of questions. Especially since one half of the marriage was just starting to make headway with a solo career after coming out of the worlds largest boy band and the other was just a measly author. It raised so many questions: why would you do this so young, are you pregnant, what’s the rush, what if you guys don’t work out, what if your careers pull you apart. None of those questions bothered you because you just knew, you knew from the moment you’d met that it was meant to happen this way. There was no point in waiting when you both just knew you’d end up married, whether it was at the ages of 23 and 24 or now at the ages of 27 and 28. Your relationship didn’t really change once you got married either; you’re still that same sickeningly in love couple that does everything together, can’t stand being apart, and is always on top of one another. A couple that hardly ever gets sick of the other's presence and just wants to always be around one another. 

Your relationship is strong. You never really worried about it. Never worried about it coming to an end. It helps that no one outside of your guys’ private circle knows that you’re married as well. There’s no pressure on your relationship, no outsiders chiming in on how they feel about your relationship and how you’re too young to be in such a serious relationship. They will never understand how your relationship has been serious since the moment you’d started dating. That you’ve been wearing each other’s wedding rings since about six months into your relationship, even if you weren’t married yet. 

Sure, the public knows that you’re together- can’t really hide it with the status your husband holds but it is private. You’re rarely ever seen unless it’s at an event or at a concert, or some sleazy paparazzi has been following you around. The fans you do run into in public respect your privacy as much as you ask them to. But, even with how private you are, you’re not shy with social media- you use it ten times more than Harry ever will again. But you don’t exploit your relationship though, you value it too much to do something like that. Regardless, the fans go absolutely insane when Harry can be heard far off in the background at the very end of a video, or even if it’s just his hand in the corner of a picture. 

But nothing else truly matters, no public status, prying fans, or anything in between when you’ve been happily married to the love of your life for over four years now and you’ve never been happier or healthier. Never been so in love. In fact, you feel more in love every day. 

“Yes, baby, I know, I have been there through it all.” Harry giggles and your heart just continues to swell at the sound. “But, like, I meant more of like a right now situation and not overall. I know you love me but, like, do you love me enough to leave the house and come to the studio to help me with something?”

You squint your eyes even though he can’t see you. “Why? Wasn’t it a full session today? What do you need my help for? Won’t I get in the way with everyone there?”

“You’re never, ever, in the way m’love.” he states and even though you can’t see him, you can just see the hard stare set in his eyes as they bore into yours and the seriousness in his face. You whisper out an okay just before he continues, “but, no one is here- they all left for the night.”

A frown pulls at your lips, “Then why aren’t you coming home, too?”

Harry let out a huff, “We recorded this song today, one that I won’t ever release.”

“Why record it then?” you question when Harry takes a pause. 

“I want you to hear it. I really like it and I want to finish it but I feel it’s missing something. I know if you were to hear it, you’d be able to help me.”

You let out a thoughtful hum and tilt your head back to rest on the cushion of the couch, “Did you record it with me in mind?“

“Always, baby.” You can just hear the smile on his face. 

He has told you multiple times that you are the reason he can create his music. His muse. 

And you can’t help but smile at him even though you’ve decided to give him a hard time, “You can’t just play it over the phone?”

It’s Harry’s turn to let out an affronted noise, “I thought you knew me better than that, love.”

You laugh. 

“You need the full immersive experience. I can’t believe you’d suggest over the phone.” he scoffs and you can picture him shaking his head at you. 

You continue to laugh for a few moments, the noise he made triggering a laugh attack that you just can’t stop. Harry laughs too, his melodic chuckle mingling with yours like a song. One you can listen to forever.  

“But it’s so late and I’ve already showered,” You continue to complain through your laughs. 

“Oi, will you stop fuckin’ with me, please?” 

There’s an underlying tone of irritation in his voice and you calm down enough to only a few giggles. You love him so much. 

“If you don't get your cute ass up off the couch, right now, and get here, I will just stay here tonight.”

You sit up and reach for the remote on the coffee table and turn off the tv. “You think my ass is cute?” you ask as you get up and make your way to the stairs. 

Letting out a dramatic sigh, Harry tuts at you, “Of course that’s all you heard.” You’re almost positive he’s shaking his head. “Will you please just come here?”

“Of course I will, baby. I was only messing with you.” He lets out a hum and you set your phone down on the bed and put it on speaker so you can continue to speak with him as you get dressed to leave. “I like watching you work. It’s very hot.”

He expertly avoids the compliment like he always does, “So you’ll come?”

“Yeah, I’m just putting on some clothes and I’ll be right there.” 

“Wait, were you naked? You can always come like that.” You can just hear the smirk that’s plastered on your husband's face. 

“Isn’t that how I am when I usually do?” you question. 

“Oh, you cheeky minx. I’m glad your mind is in the gutter because so is mine.”

Your body flushes at his words, at the possible things he’s thinking of. “Isn’t it always?”

“How could it not be?” he challenges and there’s a clatter of something hitting the floor in the background; a soft curse follows it. It makes you smile. “You are m’wife.”

“Okay,” you blush, your voice taking on the shy tone it normally does when he compliments you. “I’ll be there in a bit.”

“Mmm, good.” He hums.  “Do drive safely, will you? I’ll see you in a bit, m’love. I love you.”

“I love you.”

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With it being almost midnight, the normal receptionist of the building is gone for the night and in her place is the security guard that takes over after hours. His name is Dan and he’s a very nice man that’s always excited to see you. 

“Mrs. Styles!” He greets, giving you a wave. “Another long night?”

“Hi Dan,” you smile at him, “and it does seem that way!” you continue while walking through the lobby. 

“He’s in studio 5.”

You give him one last wide smile as you turn the corner to where the elevators are. You’ve been here so often in the past few months that Harry’s been using this studio, that you can nearly do it with your eyes closed. The door is slightly open when you reach it and you gently push inside, relaxing at the dim lighting of the room. Further relaxing when you see your husband hunched over at the soundboard, clicking away on his laptop. 

A song is filtering through the speakers at a low volume, too low for you to really catch anything from it but the bits you can hear are awfully sultry- more sultry than you’ve ever heard from him before. You’re definitely intrigued and you know that you gave him a hard time with him asking you to come down here but you sure are excited to hear the song to its full potential. 

Harry turns around when the door locks shut behind you, a smile brightening up his face when he takes in your frame. His eyes trail all over your body and it makes you flush, the intensity of his gaze never failing to make you feel like you’re about to catch on fire. Your knees wobble a bit underneath you and you prop yourself up against the door to make sure you don’t collapse as he starts to make his way over to you. Even after all these years, he still makes you feel unbelievably fluttery; like you could take flight with just a simple look from him. You hope it never changes. 

His smile is borderline teasing as he watches you watch him cross the room, over to where you’re resting against the closed door. Your heart swells in your chest; the adoration in his eyes makes it hard to breathe even though you know for fact that your own eyes mimic his. Know for a fact that your eyes have hooded and everything when you tip your head back the closer he gets so you can hold the eye contact. 

His hands come up to frame your face, his rings cool against your heated skin- a stark contrast to the warmth of his hand- and brushes one of his thumbs across your bottom lip before replacing it with a gentle press of his lips. The kiss is so gentle that you just melt right into him, your shoulders sagging and a peaceful feeling spreading through your entirety. It’s such a sweet greeting, one that you didn’t realize you were craving until you got it. You’re never truly at peace when you’re away from him. 

“Mmm,” he hums appreciatively, placing three quick kisses to your lips before pulling away to rest his forehead to yours. He takes in a deep breath, his eyes closing as he does, “I’ve missed you.”

You bring your hands up to wrap around his wrists, your thumbs brushing over the backs of his hands as they still hold onto your face. “Me, too.”

You both just stand there for a moment, breathing each other in- taking a moment to recalibrate after being apart for the better part of the day. 

It only takes a few moments for Harry to settle, his heart rate evening out as he too becomes peaceful in your presence. “Kinda upset you didn’t turn up naked.”

Harry pulls back a bit, his hands dropping to the sides of your neck. His eyes trail over your, clothed, body like he hasn’t seen you in months and not just a few hours. Your heart jumps at the lust slightly clouding his eyes as they linger a bit on your exposed thighs. 

“Dan sure would’ve gotten a show if that were the case.”

His eyes jump back up to yours and your breath hitches slightly in your throat at the rate in which they’re darkening. “He’d only be so lucky.” The smirk plastered on his face makes you giggle, borderline nervously, as he shamelessly compliments you. It doesn’t matter how often he does it, you will never get used to the genuine compliments he showers you with on a daily basis. He’s just so unabashed in his affections towards you and it will always make you swoon. 

Your hands drop from Harry’s wrists as he starts to trail his own down the sides of your body to where they stop on your ass. He gets a good grip before he’s pulling you flush against his body. His touchy neediness shines through and it’s clear that you’ve been on his mind most of the time you’ve been apart. 

“You really missed me, huh?” You tease, laying your palms flat against his chest. Your own chest heaving a bit at the sudden, closer, proximity to your husband. You missed him just as much today, craving his touch on you in any way you could have it. 

“You know I always do, baby,” he murmurs as he dips down to place a delicate kiss to the soft, sensitive, skin just below your ear. “Can’t be away from you for too long without feeling like breakin’ down.”

You absolutely know the feeling. 

“Same,” you mumble, kissing his pouty lips. “What did you so desperately need my help with here instead of coming home?” You accompany your question by running one of your hands through his messy hair, his eyes falling shut at the feeling of your nails scraping against his scalp. 

Harry places a kiss to the arm closest to his lips before he grabs your hand out of his hair and slots his fingers with yours to tug you across the room. He slides your bag off your other shoulder and places it down on the coffee table before continuing to pull you towards the chair he was in before you’d gotten there. The song playing gets a bit louder as you come to stand in front of the soundboard and you were right to describe it as sultry. 

It’s almost daunting as well, like it holds a chilling tone to it instead of the upbeat, more groovy, songs he usually creates. It feels like the complete opposite of what he normally embodies but when you catch a few of the lyrics it makes all the sense in the world. The lyrics are racy and the chords of the bass and the strum of the guitar are extremely sexy. The song is so incredibly sexual that you feel yourself heat up. 

He’s crafted a very inappropriate song and you’re honestly so impressed. Harry has created songs with cuss words in them, with lyrics that are sexual and a peek into how he feels about things but they’re ones he’s always just messed around with to break loose his creativity. They always remained rough recordings and run throughs but this sounds almost like it’s finished. Like it would be released if it weren’t so deeply personal. The song is basically a direct explanation of his most intimate time with you. 

You’d be embarrassed that everyone else heard it today while recording it, if it wasn’t so ridiculously good. The song is so good. 

It honestly kind of reminds you of the night you shared on your anniversary last month. The vibe of the song is what you’d picture as a backtrack to that night if it were a movie or something. 

Harrys grabs your attention as he grips onto your waist, the warmth of his hands radiating through your shirt. He pulls you down into his lap, situating you slightly so you’re sat more sideways than anything else- most likely so he can see your face and you can see his. His tattooed arm secures itself around your waist, his hand pressing into your belly to keep you in place. You smile at the placement, placing your hand to rest over his. 

“Uhm,” he pauses to clear his throat when his voice cracks a bit. He continues after a moment, while messing around with something on his laptop, “Our anniversary night has been playing in m’head like a movie. I haven’t been able to really work on anything since.”

A big smile slowly starts to make its way across your face at his explanation, absolutely giddy at the fact you were so spot on- so in sync. You know what he’s dealing with. That night was so amazing you haven’t really been able to move on from it. You and Harry have always had a wonderful connection, emotionally and physically. And because you’ve had such a wonderful emotional connection from the very beginning, your sex life is just the best you’ve ever had. Harry has also expressed this to you on more than one occasion. The love you share is just so- so deep you can’t ever see it changing. 

You’re both just in love. 

“That red room just really stuck with me, y’know?” Harry chuckles, the noise coming out raspier than normal. Now, it makes sense as to why that lust has been simmering in his eyes since the moment he set his eyes on you. He’s been singing about that exhilarating night, all day. His hand tightens on your belly and the butterflies floating around just flap a bit harder. “It’s really heavy on the instrument, with a sort of alluring crescendo. The bass is really what conveys how I feel about the night.”

“It was a really good night,” you whisper, catching his attention as he turns his head to look at you. His pupils are blown and you can see how he’s become a bit dazed, like he’s recounting the night. 

“Really good,” he agrees, nodding his head absentmindedly as his eyes flit down to your lips momentarily. A heat is building very rapidly in the pit of your stomach and you really want to rip off his clothes. He clears his throat, looking back to his laptop. “I’ve never made something so sensual before but this song is solely about you and only you, so it makes sense. I was able to find a way to express the night without explicitly mentioning anything we did.”

Your heart is beating wildly in your chest at his words, your blood rushing through your body and making you so unbelievably hot that you want to strip down to exactly how he wished you to be when you got here. He looks back at you again and the tension that’s built between the two of you is so palpable that if anyone were to walk in, they wouldn’t be able to break it. You honestly didn’t think anyone could still be so entranced with someone after having been with them for so long, always having heard stories of the novelty of the relationship falling away- but not with Harry. Every day feels just like the first day you’d had with him. 

Harry’s eyes get even more dazed as he leans closer to you, like an invisible string is pulling him in and you know for a fact he feels the same way about you as you do with him. He presses his lips heavily to yours, keeping them there in a kiss that is clearly just to alleviate some of the pressure building up between the two of you. He wants you to listen to this song and get your input on it before he furthers anything. 

He’s a bit breathless when he pulls away. “Everyone really liked it, liked the vibe. But I don’t care about them. It’s only you I want an opinion from.” 

You nod, dazed yourself from the night you’re so vividly imagining and from the kiss he just granted you with. “You said it was almost done? What did you want to add?” 

He greedily kisses you again, only adding to the fire building within you. “I want to hear what you have to say first before I tell you my idea.”

You nod again, taking a kiss from him this time before telling him to play the song. The fierceness of which he’s looking at you makes you swallow thickly, goosebumps rising across your exposed skin as you look back at him- knowing the implications of his gaze.

Harry forcibly tears his eyes from you, almost reluctantly settling his focus back on his laptop. There’s some clicks on his keyboard but you can’t be bothered to look away from him, the furrow of his eyebrows endearing you far too much to focus your attention elsewhere. The same song from before restarts, this time louder and the rumbling baseline can be felt in your soul. It sends the heat building in your lower stomach directly between your thighs and you have to shift yourself a little to lessen the sudden pressure there. A smirk forms on your husband's lovely face as he glances at you, because he knows what a deep baseline does to you. 

Your eyes slip closed as an echoey guitar strum is layered over the bass. All the instruments stacked together make up a very slow and sensual melody that perfectly depicts how sexy of a night your anniversary was. It’s still strange to know that Harry is the one that put this together, this darker ambiance in a song that doesn’t seem like it would make sense with someone like your husband. He’s typically such a bright, happy go lucky person and to hear him make something so mystical, so ominous almost, is just odd. 

But then his voice filters through and it makes sense. The lyrics mixed with the rasp of his voice, the gruff timbre he’s singing in pulls it all together to compile the sensual song he was describing to you before. It makes you shiver. Makes you feel like you’re about to catch fire. 

Your Harry is so incredibly talented. 

You find yourself swaying a bit to the lyrics as they reverberate through the speakers and into your senses. They’re so subtle that if you didn’t know Harry personally you wouldn’t really have a clue what he was talking about. Even then, you know for a fact the way he’s put together such beautiful sentences that what he’s saying truly only makes the most sense to you and you absolutely love it. 

You can just hear the love within the lyrics even though the tone of his voice is just filled with the most amount of lust you’ve heard from him on a song. 

There’s a guitar solo in there that makes your chest heave a bit and your nose tingle. The undertone of the drums during the solo makes you super proud of Sarah because you can hear the intricacy of them and it creates such a wonderful sound. Your body is practically vibrating at this song and you truly want to just rip Harry’s clothes off and show him how much you appreciate him putting this song together for you because of you. 

The song ends with such a high note from Harry that your jaw drops at the sound, the way it trails off with the slow strum of the guitar makes excited tears spring up in your eyes. 

Your reaction warrants a huff of air from Harry that hits your cheek and it startles your eyes open because you didn’t realize he’d gotten so close. Your gaze immediately meets his and you truly didn’t think it was possible for his eyes to get any darker but they surely did and it has your breath hitching in your throat. His eyes glance down to your chest where he can see the stutter of your breathing before trailing up to your lips, looking at them for a moment too long before he places a kiss to your warm cheek. The hand on your belly is tighter than it was before the song started and you only just now notice it when he tries to pull you even closer to his body, seeking out any contact from you. 

Wiggling a little to try and relieve some of the heat that’s built up between your thighs during the song, Harry lets out a grunt when your leg brushes up against the hardness that’s settled between his own thighs. The song has definitely made the impact it was meant to, his pupils are blown and your body is so heated that a shiver of excitement spikes through you. He’s looking at you so intensely, so so so intensely that your heart feels like it’s crawling up into your throat, creating a thick lump that’s hard to swallow around. It brings a wetness to your eyes and a shallowness to your breathing- it’s a look so full of undeniable love but so so so heavy with lust that it overwhelms you. His own chest heaves with heavy, deep, breaths that you can tell he’s focusing on keeping as calculated as possible as his eyes trace every inch of your face; like he’s trying to find the answer of how you liked the song before he even asks. 

You know the answer is clear on your face but you still have to say something. 

“That song was very sexual, H.” you whisper, your voice barely able to reach an octave high enough for him to hear but the way he lets out a tiny nod, you know he heard you. 

A deep breath from you pushes you closer to him when he breathes out a near desperate, “Yeah.”

“And your voice, baby,” you close your eyes for a moment to get your brain to straighten out. “I didn’t know you could get so deep.”

His eyelids get heavier when he looks at you, eyes barely visibly as he looks up at you through his lashes. His hand tightens on your lower belly. “I can get very deep.”

A tingle rushes through you at his words, the double entendre heating you up to your core, but you ignore him in favor of trying to get to where he needs your help. But first: “What did you do before recording your vocals? Gargle some rocks?”

Harry let out a loud laugh, one that throws his head back and makes his chest vibrate, the feeling of it transferring through your shoulder and into your chest where your heart swells. It has you leaning further into him, loving how everything just clicks into place for you when he laughs. You so badly want to press your mouth to his, to have him laugh right into you. To swallow down every sound he makes so you can embody them. But you know that if you do that now, you won’t ever make it to the part where he’ll get the help he’s requested from you. 

There’s just something about his kisses that make you tap out, make you forget everything other than the feeling of him and you crave that more than anything. The soft plushness of his lips against yours, or anywhere over your skin, just feels so right. Each press of his lips to yours or to your body is always exciting, always feels new. It settles something deep in your heart, in your soul, every single time without fail. 

And just by the way Harry always finds a way to get his lips on you; whether it be a greeting or parting kiss, a simple press just to show he’s there, a kiss to the forehead or somewhere in your hair you know he feels the same way. He’ll press delicate kisses to your arms or the back of your hand, if that’s all he can reach when the urge consumes him. They’ll be pressed up or down your legs depending on what he’s doing. To your back or shoulder, stomach or neck. Always finding a way or simple reason to kiss you. To feel you. 

You shake your head a little to get yourself back on track, realizing he’s stopped laughing and is just watching you. You have to clear your throat before speaking. “You wanted to add something?”

Harry nods. 

“What is it? Because it sounds so good as it is. The lyrics, the vocals, the instruments.” You exhale, fighting the urge to fan yourself. Your face and body is so incredibly hot. You shift on his lap again, needing some sort of relief. “I feel like I could explode, baby.” You whisper, leaning a bit closer to him. His breath hitches in his throat and you watch dazedly as his adam’s apple bobs with his harsh swallow. Grabbing his free hand, you pull it up to rest on your chest, “I mean just feel my heart.”

Harry’s hand is so heavy on your chest and his fingers flex when you’re positive he realizes the pounding of your heart. It is incredibly distracting and he has to clear his own throat before speaking, “If you could add one thing, what do you think? I have an idea but I want to know what you think first.” 

Your mind immediately jumps to what you thought of the moment you heard the opening guitar riff, “Moans.”

The hand resting on your chest trails heavily down between your breasts until his fingertips rest just above his other hand. His lips have popped open in surprise at your suggestion. “Are you serious?”

You nod hesitantly, pulling back from him slightly, “Is that too… much?”

“God, no,” Harry breathes out, “fuck,” and surges forward to place a searing kiss to your lips. The hand, not holding onto you for dear life, comes up to wrap around the back of your neck to hold you in place as he slips his tongue into your mouth with absolutely no preamble whatsoever. His tongue swipes across yours tantalizingly and you moan into him. He happily moans back, pressing into you greedily- like he needs you to breathe. 

“The way you know me, fuck,” he murmurs, pulling away but continuing on with pressing desperate kisses down the side of your face and to your jaw. They make smacking sounds because of how quickly they’re being placed on your skin and the breaths he lets out between each one are harsh. “Fuck,” he repeats just before he latches onto your pulse point and sucks stingingly at your skin. “Know me so well, m'love.”

The connection you have with your husband has always been such a turn on for the both of you. It’s been such a prominent part of your relationship from the very beginning, the synchronicity between the two of you is almost scary- especially to people looking in from the outside. You coincide outfits without meaning to, mannerisms, speech, thoughts- quite literally anything tangible between the two of you. You’re so in tune with one another that you can know how the other is feeling with a simple look or caress. You firmly believe that your bodies are connected in a way most people can only imagine; your souls being half of the same one that were separated but found their way back to one another. 

A shiver runs down your spine when he mutters, “I love you so fuckin’ much.”

He kisses you again, absolutely filthy with the way he pushes in with his tongue and tries to pretty much climb into you through your mouth. Your arms wind around his neck and you pull him even closer to you, not minding the way he’s just absolutely trying to tear you apart. The kiss only deepens and he holds you against him like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he were to loosen his grip even just a fraction. 

The heat builds quickly between you as you just devour one another in a kiss that is going to lead to one place and one place only. You squeeze your thighs together in hopes of some sort of friction, wishing more than anything you were straddling his hips so you could grind down onto him. Harry pushes up into you at the same time and you can’t help but moan dramatically into the kiss at how attuned you are to one another. Knowing just what the other needs. 

“When I first walked in and heard the song, I thought of our anniversary. I imagined it as a backtrack to our night if we were in a movie.” You heave when he pulls away again to trail kisses down your neck. 

He pulls back to look at you, his heavy breaths fanning across your face, making you brush your lips against his in an almost kiss. He lets out a pathetic whine, one that you mirror when the hand on your belly slides down to just barely push between your clenched thighs, resting that much closer to the throbbing of your core. 

“I hope we never fall out of this.” Harry breathes, placing a frenzied kiss to your lips. You sink into him, becoming pliable under his affections. 

The fluttering in your chest is unbearable for a moment with your lack of oxygen so you pull away to rest your forehead against his, “I don’t think we will.”

“Good,” he murmurs, rubbing his nose against yours before diving in for another desperate, frenetic, kiss. Every ounce of love he has for you is tangible within this kiss. The devotion he has for you is felt in every languid swipe of his tongue through your mouth and it brings tears to your eyes. 

“We should record the moans. We should do that. Do you want to help me get the moans?” Harry frantically asks, his hands shoving up under your shirt and grabbing at your bare sides. He sighs in relief when he gets his hands on your skin, his distraught movements settling at the feeling. 

Your body is set ablaze and your heart beat is pounding in your ears at the feeling of him just everywhere. Especially with that skin on skin contact that you’re quite literally always wanting. 

“Well,” you gasp when his fingertips dip into the waistband of your shorts at your back. Your hands are tangled into the hair at the back of his head and you pull his lips to yours again, kissing him passionately. “I don’t want you going somewhere else to get them.” 

You’re breathing so incredibly fast, your chest heaving heavily- rising and falling rapidly as you throw your head back enough to let Harry mouth at your neck and no doubt leave behind another mark he shouldn’t. But you’re just so far gone you don’t even care. 

“I could never go anywhere else. Not when i have everything I could ever want or need right here.” He says, sucking harshly at the hollow of your throat before he soothes it over with the tip of his tongue. You let out a dreamy sounding sigh. “You’re m’heart and soul and everythin’ in between.”

You nearly sob out at his words a new desperation, to have him close to you, mingling with your bloodstream. 

“Fuck, I love you,” you pull at his hair. 

Harry groans as he trails his kisses up the underside of your throat before landing at your lips once more. It’s a heady kiss, one that you never want to end and he happily presses into you as deep as he can. 

“Let’s record those moans now, yeah?” He murmurs, out of breath, placing a kiss just below your ear. 

“Now?”

“Yeah,” he kisses the spot once more, adding his teeth for a brief moment. “Wanna take you, right here, in this studio where I’ve thought about you all day. All frustrated around everyone while all I could think about was you and how you feel around me.” 

The breath in your body evaporates at his words and you tug on his hair when the hand between your thighs pushes in further, his fingers brushing over the clothed bundle of nerves that so desperately wants his attention. He lets out a throaty groan, right next to your ear and you genuinely feel like you could melt right here. Just turn into a giant puddle of mush right in his lap. 

“Are there cameras in here?”

“No,” Harry pulls back to make contact with you once again. His eyes glazed over. “Wouldn’t do that to you, baby.”

You nod. 

The energy between you crackles as you stare at one another while you catch your breaths. 

“I’ll lock the file and everything, you don’t need to worry about someone other than me hearing us.” He informs, already knowing where your thought process was about to go. 

Nodding, you push into his fingers, desperate for some sort of friction to alleviate the painful pressure resting between your legs. You’re so unbelievably hot and bothered for him and how well he knows you. 

“Regardless of if we do it now or not, it doesn’t matter. I won’t make it until we can get home to absolutely ruin you. If it’s not here it’ll be in the car. I can’t take it anymore, gotta get my hands on you, baby.”

His voice is strained as he speaks and your brain just completely shuts down. It's like television static in there and you can’t focus on anything but the way your husband's lips and hands are pressing into you. The best you can get yourself to do is to nod, your mind just absolutely overwhelmed to do much else. 

“Use your words, will you?”

Your mouth pops open on a gasp and you breathe out, “Yes, please. Now.”

Harry nods vigorously in agreement, swooping forward with another heavy kiss to your lips. He’s absolutely relentless in how he kisses you, exploring your mouth in ravenous strokes of his tongue that leave you just shattered, completely out of breath. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders to bring him closer, you happily take him in, giving back just as much. A hand of his shoves up under your shirt, skin heating up even more when he gets between your shoulder blades to press you closer to him. He lets out a groan, into the very, very, sloppy kiss, at the fact you chose to forego a bra. 

“Why don’t you straddle my lap, hmm?” Harry hums when he pulls away, his lips continuously brushing over yours. You dart your tongue out to trail across his lower lip. He moans. 

When you slide off his lap to stand in front of him, his body follows after yours that invisible string pulling him with you- not being able to stay away too far. His hands are like magnets to your hips and he squeezes at the flesh there when you wobble where you stand. Once you’re steady, he slides his hands up over the curve of your waist before he settles them around your ribs, pushing his thumbs up under the swell of your breasts. 

With your heartbeat picking up, you feel your eyes get unbelievably heavy at the sight of him below you. Hair askew, lips swollen and shiny, eyes hooded; Harry looks so wrecked already that you feel tingly in places that crave his attention. A fire burns deep within you that you know will only be remedied with the touch of him. So, you pull the shirt off of your body in a flourish, yearning for his touch on your skin. 

He leans further away from you though once your upper half is exposed to his fierce gaze and you whine, high pitched and needy, from the back of your throat. But, he’s quick to tug at your arm, immediately groaning out, “Come back.”

Stepping in between his spread legs, his deft hands wrap around the backs of your thighs and he pulls at them- easing you up to settle in his lap with each knee of yours on either side of his hips. As soon as you’re situated, you waste absolutely no time to roll your hips into his, seeking out any sort of relief you can find. A moan flies out of both of you simultaneously at the friction you both desperately crave. His hands curve over the expanse of your ass where he grabs a hold and guides you over and over his groin. The kiss you share just intensifies everything you’re feeling and it’s burning through your veins. 

Your lungs are screaming at you, begging you for some kind of reprieve so you pull harshly on his hair; Harry groans as he detaches himself from your lips with a heaving breath. There’s absolutely no time for either of you to catch your breath though because he’s mouthing at your neck in seconds flat, no doubt leaving more marks behind. You don’t even care, you just tilt your head back and give him more room to suckle at your skin. His hands are still firmly gripping at you, distractedly pulling your lower half over his and it’s steadily pushing you towards an orgasm. 

On a particular heady pass over the hardness nestled against your clothed core, your arms fall away from your husband and clumsily clutch at the arms of the chair for some sort of leverage. A hand shoots up to the middle of your back to keep you steady as a moan rips through your chest at the pleasure coursing through your body. Harry let out a breathless laugh against the skin of your chest, causing goosebumps to flutter across the heated skin there. You can’t help the pitched sigh that filters out of you through your parted lips, you just feel like you’re on cloud nine. 

Your lips ache to feel something again, to feel your lover again, like thirty seconds apart is entirely too long. Panting, you reach up once again and run your fingers through the curly hair that’s just below your chin and pull on it. There’s a smacking sound, partnered with a whine from yourself, as Harry’s lips detach from the skin on the swell of your breast. He’s panting as well as you pull his head back, his eyes immediately connecting with yours and you nearly whine at the hunger settling behind his pupils. His tongue swipes out to graze his bottom lip and you trace the movement with your own heavy gaze before dropping down to hungrily bite at his lips. You drag out his bottom lips between your teeth and the groan he lets out goes straight to your core, making you desperately roll your hips over his again. 

You’re both a desperate, needy, mess at this point, like you didn’t indulge yourselves in one another just this morning before you parted ways. You just want to be able to feel each other as much as possible, get under each other’s skin at any chance. You wouldn’t change it for the world and you hope that attraction to one another never fades. 

Harry brings his hand up to cradle the side of your face when you try to dip further down to smatter kisses all across his neck. He smells so incredibly good right now that you just want to bite into his neck and suck at it, hard. But, before you get the chance, his thumb is pushing up the underside of your chin and angling your face so he can get his lips on you once again. He breathes into the kiss, seemingly melting into your body as he kisses you urgently, all wet and hard as he all but shoves his tongue down your throat. You both moan and your entirety relaxes into him as you become pliant from the ministrations of his tongue against yours. You feel him relax even further when your weight drops heavily onto him. 

“We gotta get these off,” Harry breaks away suddenly and it pulls you out of your pleasure filled haze to feel him clawing at the biker shorts you’re wearing. He’s trying to get his hand inside of them but with the way you’re pressed against him with your legs spread, there’s not enough room for his large hands. “Fuck,” he whines, “Why didn’t you take these off when you were standing?” He presses a messy kiss to the center of your chest before dropping his forehead down to the same spot. His frantic hands have settled with his fingers under the shorts waistband at each of your hips. “Know you’re wet for me, need to feel it.”

Your breath gets caught in your chest on its way out and the harsh pounding of your heart in your ears makes you dizzy but he’s so correct. He’s never been more correct. And you need him to feel it too. 

“You didn’t let me,” you breathe, answering his previous question. You nearly tumble to the ground in your haste to get off his lap, eager to give him anything he wants just so he can give you everything you want. His hands on your hips stabilize you enough to keep you from falling to a heap on the ground because of your unstable knees. 

“Careful,” he murmurs, his body leaning towards yours like that string is pulling him once again. Like you’re the only person in the world he’d follow after, even if your movements are less than graceful. 

His eyes are wide as he just stares at you for a moment in front of him. Your breathing is still erratic and he watches the rise and fall of your chest with greedy eyes. He continues to watch your body react to his touch, the way goosebumps rise as he trails his hands down your body, to the way your hands clumsily gasp at the soundboard to keep you upright when he grabs onto your ankle to pull your leg into his lap. Kissing at your knee and onto your inner thigh, he works at removing your shoe then your sock before easing your leg back down. He does the same to the next leg and the slow, sensual, kisses he places to your inner thigh while his skillful fingers remove your footwear makes your chest stutter over your breaths. 

He hasn’t broken eye contact once and you’re positive you’re only seconds away from spontaneous combustion. 

Seemingly done with his teasing, Harry doesn’t waste any more time to bring his hands up to your hips once more. Dipping his fingers into the waistband on your shorts, he pulls them down your legs and lets out a grunt when he notices you’re bare underneath the spandex material. 

“Look at you,” he murmurs, glancing up at you through his lashes before bringing his attention back down to your wet core. He leans forward and presses a kiss to your lower stomach as he helps you step out of your shorts and your muscles contract tightly at the contact.

Your body is absolutely aching for him. 

“Why do you get to be fully clothed?” you complain, your chest heaving at the want coursing through your body at a very very high rate. You just want him to touch you, skin to skin, anywhere at this point. The coil in your lower belly is so taut and the pressure built up between your legs hurts and you just want your husband. Fully. 

“Because this is about you, baby.” He smirks, running his hands up your thighs and squeezing at them once he gets towards the apex of them. You let out a heavy breath. Whining at the feeling. Wanting his hands everywhere. 

“Then I want you naked, too,” you sigh and he kisses at a spot in the crease where your thigh meets your hip, so very close to where you need attention. He hums as he leaves a love bite there too, making you cry out at the sensation. “Please.”

Harry is standing up in the blink of an eye, crowding your space and shoving you up against the soundboard- the edge of it digging uncomfortably into your lower back. He presses in so close to you, his front lining up with yours so perfect like it always does. His hands grasp onto your cheeks with a delicacy that wildly contrasts the way his body is pressing into yours. Wrapping your fingers tightly in the front of his shirt, you yank him harshly to you, not wasting a second to press a searing kiss onto his lips. A loud groan escapes him when you pull on his bottom lip far enough that it snaps back into place when you let go. 

Your body is so hot. You’re so hot, there’s a sheen of sweat starting to form all over your skin. 

“Off,” you pant, frantically tugging at his shirt. “Off, off, please,” you plead, grabbing at his back, bunching his shirt in your fists. 

Your husband laughs at you, a huff of air fanning out over your chest where he backs away from you just enough to get his shirt off. Your hands follow every inch of skin that’s being exposed to you, much like a magnet, until his chest is bare. Harry’s eyes slip closed when your fingers trail over the expanse of his chest and down his stomach where you wrap your hands around his plushy hips and pull him back to you. You both let out high pitched sighs when your skin comes in contact with each other, finally feeling a peace wash over you at the feeling. 

“M’wife, you’re so beautiful.” Harry murmurs, a breath being punched out of you both when he grounds his hips into yours. Your body flushes even more. “The things you do to me.”

“H, please,” you sigh, not entirely sure what you’re asking for. 

He plunges forward to place a kiss on your lips so hard that your head falls back at the force of it and you gasp. With your mouth dropped open on the gasp, Harry shoves his tongue into your mouth and the feeling it gives you weakens your knees to the point where you have to throw your hands down to the ledge of the soundboard to keep you from collapsing. One of Harry’s hands wraps around the back of your neck so he can keep your mouth pressed to his, so he can continue to devour your mouth with his kiss- while the other drops down to the back of your thigh, where he pulls on it until your leg wraps around his hip. 

You take the new position in stride, rolling your hips up into his to get some sort of friction going. Your body is absolutely yearning for him. A moan breaks the kiss and you’re not even sure who it comes from, just know that it pulls Harry away and has him dropping his forehead down to yours with his chest heaving. His eyes are clenched shut and yours follow when he grinds into you again, the fabric of his pants brushing against your achy core.

Harry takes a minuscule step away from you, just enough to be able to trail his hand lazily up and over your thigh to the innermost part where he takes a moment to knead at the flesh there. The moan you let out at the tingles shooting up your spine is so pathetic but you don’t even care, it feels so good. Anything from him would feel amazing right now you just want everything. 

“Harry,” you whine, pushing into him as much as you can. 

Rubbing his nose gently against your own briefly, Harry drops down to kiss you once again. One that’s a vast change from the devouring one he’d just given you, this one slow and oh so passionate. One that builds the burn in your chest so agonizingly slow, one that your body completely melts into and you become pliant with it. It’s one that effectively distracts you from anything other than his mouth on yours so you definitely don’t feel when Harry’s hand slips down to your core until his finger is nudging it’s way inside of you. 

Your elbows buckle under your weight when the second finger pushes inside of you and immediately curls into that spot deep inside of you that makes you feel like you’re in the stars. The hand wrapped around the back of your neck falls to the middle of your back to keep you steady against his chest as he relentlessly pushes his fingers in and out of you. Your head falls back on a gasp, the kiss breaking as the pleasure coursing through you relieves the fire burning in your lower abdomen even if that coil there is winding and winding. 

The sounds of his fingers moving within you and the noises that are tumbling from your parted lips are absolutely sinful. They make you feel like everything is rushing through you so incredibly fast, aroused beyond belief. High pitched moans are tumbling right out of you from him wiggling his fingers around your spongy walls- to low throaty groans when he curls them up to graze over that spot deep inside you. All the noises mixed together could give the best of porn stars a run for their money. Your vision is clouding and you’re so unbearably hot, sweat is trailing down your spine and over your chest. 

“Kiss me,” Harry groans, “Now.” 

And who are you to deny him? 

When you tilt your head forward you catch a glimpse of his, absolutely, wrecked expression just before your eyes slip closed and you kiss him with all that you can. It’s hard to do though, your jaw has gone completely slack and all you can truly do is breath heavily against his mouth. The onslaught of his fingers is making it so incredibly hard to breathe properly, your chest heaving with moans exuding from your parted lips. Harry happily swallows your moans though as he keeps his mouth greedily attached to yours. 

That is until he pushes his fingers in as deep as he can get them and holds them there to press his thumb down onto your clit. You nearly scream out at the contact, a gasp leaving you so forcefully that it feels like you’ve been punched in the chest. Your head drops down to Harry’s shoulder; your leg on the ground feeling like it’s going to collapse, the leg around Harry’s hip is slipping, and your knuckles are white where you’re gripping at the edge of the soundboard. Moans are being ripped from you with your labored breathing the more Harry rubs relentless circles into that sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers stay where they are but curl up to brush against that spot deep inside. Your vision goes a little spotty with the force of pure bliss rushing through your veins. 

You want to touch him so badly, to wrap your hands around him in some way to get him even closer to you- even though he’s already as close as he can be. But you’re positive that if you were to let go of this soundboard you would collapse to the ground. 

“I got you,” Harry murmurs, placing a kiss just below your ear. You whine at his words, his name falling from your lips in a continuous sigh. The way he knows you so well makes you clench desperately around his fingers. “I got you, m’love.”

You collapse forward and onto him, wrapping one arm around his waist and the other over his shoulders, shoving your hand into the hair at the nape of his neck. He sighs out your name when you pull him against you, your skin coming in full contact to mold you together. You roll your hips against his hand so you’re pushing into the thumb rubbing relentlessly at your clit but you also just really want to feel his fingers moving again. 

A strangled moan passes through your parted lips and the fire burning through you is about to make you melt. Harry murmurs something in your ear, you can feel the vibration of it, feel the air of it, but you can’t hear it- blood is rushing through your head so fast you can’t hear anything else. All you are aware of is that your body is tightening up and you’re holding onto your husband with all your might because you’re seconds away from everything just coming undone. 

“Baby, I-“ 

“I know,” Harry breathes, placing heavy kisses to the side of your neck. “Go ahead, baby, come for me. Get m’fingers all wet.”

You groan at his words, the sound of it deep from your throat and you push into his body as you feel everything in yours just let go. 

“Yeah, baby, feel so good ‘round me,” Harry groans, keeping at pushing his fingers inside of you even as you clench around them through your orgasm. “You’re so fucking hot.”

A giggle is punched out of you through a lengthy sigh and it turns into a moan as your orgasm continues to push through you. Your head falls back on your shoulders once again and Harry takes that opportunity to attach his mouth to the exposed skin of your collarbones. You moan desperately, clawing at his back and rolling your hips up into his hand until it all becomes too much and you have to push him away. 

“Oh my god,” you whine, your entirety relaxing and falling limp in your husband’s hold as your climax subsides a bit.

Harry trails kisses up your throat until he’s got his mouth on yours again in a frantic, deep, kiss that’s all tongue and very wet. You both moan into it, your teeth clanking into each other when you both try to deepen the kiss. It’s so messy and uncoordinated that if you didn’t know any better you’d assume it was your first kiss ever. But, you wouldn’t want it any other way. That desperation, that yearning, to be so connected to one another is what keeps you going. 

You cry out a little, the noise happily swallowed by Harry, as he pulls his fingers out of you as carefully as he can. He kisses you through your tiny, blissed out moans, and you feel his wet fingers trail down the leg you have wrapped around him until he gets a good grip on your knee. He’s careful to lower your leg and he makes sure you’re completely steady on your feet before he’s pulling away from you. His hands come up to cradle your face as your body sags against the soundboard now that he’s too far away, which really isn’t that far, to be of support. 

Your chest is still heaving and the way his blown out eyes stare you down, sends a whole new round of tingles through your body- right to the pit of your tummy. There’s a tinge of wonderment behind the lust set ablaze in his eyes and you can just feel the admiration he has for you in his gaze. It makes you flush, your still hot body, only heating up further at it. 

“You make the prettiest of sounds.” He compliments, running his thumbs over your heated cheeks. “The prettiest of melodies to exist.” A kiss to your nose. “Better than anything I could ever create.”

“Harry..” You sigh, your eyes slipping closed at his praise. Your heart stutters in your chest even with how fast it was already beating, your orgasm still trailing through your bloodstream. 

“Got the prettiest wife.”

You smile at him, reaching out to place your hand on his bare chest. His heart is beating wildly under your palm. You go to compliment him, let him know he’s the most handsome husband but he doesn’t give you the chance as he swoops down to shove his tongue into your mouth with a languorous kiss that pulls a moan right out of you. 

“Do you think you got what you needed for the song?” You break away from the kiss with a gasp to ask. Harry is unrelenting with his mouth though, continues on kissing down your jaw- riling you up all over again quickly. 

“No.”

You gasp when he sucks harshly on a spot you know he marked up earlier with how sensitive it is now. You’re quick to thread your fingers through his hair and pull him away from you. He moans, far more riled up than you and you know he’s getting desperate for a release as well. 

“What do you mean, no.”

“I already had my fingers in you when I realized I hadn’t pressed record on my laptop. I wasn’t going to stop.” He huffs, going back for your neck. You instinctually tilt your head to give him room. 

You round your hands on his hips, dipping them into the back of his pants and under his boxes where you grip at his ass to pull him flush up against you. His pretty pink lips part in a gasp as he pulls back to look at you. His eyes are set ablaze and he looks absolutely ravenous. You clench around nothing at the look. 

Pulling at the front of his pants, you look up at him through your lashes, “Good thing you have another way to get even better noises out of me.”

“Fuck,” Harry rasps, his knees buckling a little. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

“You better press record this time,” you whisper as you lick a stripe up the side of his neck until you reach just below his ear, “baby.” And you palm at him over the front of his pants. 

A groan, from deep in his chest, filters out through Harry’s parted lips as he squeezes his eyes shut momentarily. 

He surges forward and places a hard kiss to your lips before pulling away just as quick. “Get your cute ass on that couch, I’ll make sure we get all the sounds, darling.”

With another kiss to your lips, he lets you go so you can get yourself to the couch while he gets his laptop set up correctly to be able to record what audio he needs to. He lets you part with a light smack to your ass and a giggle as he watches you feign hurt at the swat. A giddy feeling rushes through you both at the thought of becoming one entity again. 

As you settle on the couch, you try and get your heart to settle down enough to get your breathing at least a little under control, but the more you watch your beautiful husband fumble around with his recording equipment you know the attempt is futile. You love him so fucking much. You love everything about him. You love the anticipation you feel whenever you look at him and he looks back at you because you know he has just as much love for you as you do for him. You love that everything between the two of you is mutual. 

Just like now, the way he’s looking at you over his shoulder, you know he’s about to worship every inch of you and he knows that you’ll happily return that worship. The small smirk resting on his lips is enough to let you know he’s feeling every bit of rushing emotions that you’re feeling. 

You smile at one another and you know for certain that he’s always going to create something for you, about you, and with you. And you’ll be there to help. 

“Wait, you think my ass is cute?”

The tinkling laughs you both let out make it into the final version of the song, right at the end where it all perfectly fades out. 

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[mingkiyoo]

maybe this time (j.yh)

summary ⇢ after weeks of not seeing yunho since you asked for a break, you meet him again at your best friend mingi’s birthday celebration. after a few drinks, you find yourself sitting in his car in an empty parking lot at midnight and he’s kissing the pain away.

pairings ⇢ yunho x reader

genre ⇢ established relationship, non idol au, angst, suggestive, smut, light fluff

warnings ⇢ boyfriend!yunho, fem!reader, drinking, yunho has bad boy vibes, mutual pining, big dick!yunho, size kink, fingering, semi rough unprotected sex, romantic car sex, makeup sex, public sex // please let me know if i missed anything!

note ⇢ 18+ content, minors DNI. // happy birthday mingi though i'm posting late! thank you so so much for loving my first ever fic about time! this might feel a little bit rushed but i hope it's still okay. i just really needed to get it out of my brain. also - i'm so soft for yunho not wanting to lose y/n >///< please like and reblog if you love it <3

word count ⇢ 3.7K

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“Can you drive?”

You hear your boyfriend, Yunho, ask through the phone. You turn your gaze to where his car is parked, just an empty spot separating yours from his. He rolls the window down on the driver’s side, and you instinctively do the same but on the passenger’s side. You lock eyes for a moment before you answer him, “No. But I’ll be fine. I just need a minute.”

It’s close to midnight. You’re currently sitting in your car at the parking lot beside the restaurant where your childhood best friend, Mingi, had his birthday celebration. His other friend, Wooyoung, owns the restaurant so after business hours were over, everyone just gathered around the bar for unlimited drinks. He personally cooked for everyone once the kitchen staff left so there’s something for everyone to snack on if interested.

Everyone already drove off, leaving just you and Yunho at the parking lot.

Yunho is your best friend Mingi’s other best friend. The story about how you met and fell in love started in college when you had to drop off some notes for Mingi from a class you had together because you heard that he was sick and that was why he was missing his classes only to find him huddled over a game controller along with Yunho.

Mingi was struggling with his classes. It didn’t help that a particular professor was giving him a hard time, driving him to almost drop the class. He probably would have if he didn’t meet Yunho. Mingi just needed to take a step back, take a short break so he can have a more solid approach to knocking out his requirements without feeling overwhelmed. And you’re thankful that Yunho was there to help ground him and be his comfort when you couldn’t be there for him.

Yunho—oh boy. He looked like your next big mistake. He has a sweet face with a bad boy aura that spells every bit of trouble and is the perfect combination to breaking your heart. You should have run in the opposite direction, as fast as you could but still, even now—you’re drawn to him like a moth to the flame. When he’s around, all reason goes out the window. That’s why, a few weeks ago, you asked for a break. It’s been a long time coming. You’re not sure when it started, but you found yourself and Yunho bickering over the smallest things lately, and it’s getting exhausting. You fight, have hot sex, and makeup then do it all over again. You’re hoping that the time away from him will help you assess if the relationship is worth saving without his presence clouding your judgments.

No amount of pep talk prepared you for when you finally saw him for the first time in weeks. Regardless of the issues you have in your relationship, you can’t deny the fact that you miss him. The knot in your stomach is enough proof that you still care for him. You still love him.

No amount of pep talk prepared you for when you finally saw him for the first time in weeks. Regardless of the issues you have in your relationship, you can’t deny the fact that you miss him. The knot in your stomach is enough proof that you still care for him. You still love him.

He’s busy talking to Mingi and Wooyoung at the bar while you chat with the other guests. Occasionally, you lock eyes with Yunho. He has a serious look on his face, one hand swirling the whiskey within the glass before bringing it back to his lips for a sip. You feel hot just from the way he stares at you from across the room.

“Talk to him,” you turn around to see Mingi whispering down to your ear. He’s the only one who knows, of course. Nothing escapes Mingi.

“About what?” you ask.

“You know what,” he answers, his eyes roam over your features as if he’s looking for a particular reaction.

“I prefer not to,” you tell him casually, not meeting his eyes and you hear him sigh before he leaves your side to go back to the bar.

Yunho tilts his head towards the passenger side as if inviting you over. You hesitate for a moment before getting out of your car and into his.

Silence filled the air. There’s no one else in the parking lot except the two of you. All you can hear is the noise of cars driving by the nearby roads and the faint music playing on his radio.

Your stomach flips at the familiar scent of his car and of his cologne. Your heart is beating so fast it’s almost hard to breathe and you close your eyes. Alcohol usually has that effect on you but tonight, you’re unsure. It could just be because you’re sitting next to Yunho and you’re trying so hard not to throw yourself at him. He’s wearing a black dress shirt, the fabric snuggly hugging his broad form, the sleeves rolled up around his elbows. A couple of buttons were undone, and you notice the silver chain hanging around his neck. He paired it with black slim trousers, tapered around his thigh accentuating his muscles. There is no other word to describe him—he’s gorgeous.

He’s always been gorgeous. But especially tonight.

“You, okay?” Yunho asks, he seems to notice your breathing.

“Yeah,” you answer, taking in a deep breath, eyes still closed. “Just can’t breathe… too much alcohol, I think.”

“Yeah,” he says, a hint of humor in his tone and you can’t help but think that maybe he’s making fun of you right now. You open your eyes to see him looking over you, a suppressed smile on his lips. “Two tall glasses of Mai Tais are usually your limit,” he chuckles this time, one arm resting on the steering wheel while he continuously rubs a finger back and forth across his bottom lip and you can’t help but stare at him, at those lips.

“I hate you,” you growl as you gently shake your head, hoping it will help get the thoughts of kissing his heart-shaped lips and sucking on his long and beautiful fingers out of your head.

“You don’t mean that,” he says in a small voice, his lips in a straight line, his expression is serious now. He opens a water bottle and takes a big sip before offering it to you. You hesitate for a moment before taking the water bottle from his hand and placing your own to where his lips were just now.

You place the bottle in the empty cupholder. You fix your gaze forwards avoiding his. “How have you been?” he finally asks, and you can’t help the lump that forms in your throat. You know he’s just making small talk because he probably feels awkward having you in his car in an empty parking lot at midnight.

“I- I’m okay,” you answer which came out more like a stutter and you squeeze your eyes shut, praying he doesn’t notice the effect he has on you.

“You?”

A moment of deafening silence before he finally says, “Not good.”

You open your eyes and turn to look at him, a concerned look on your face.

“I miss you,” he sighs, and it breaks your heart because you miss him too—more than you want to admit. You didn’t want to be apart from him, but you always end up fighting whenever you’re together. You didn’t want the space, but you needed it. Otherwise, you just might end up despising each other and you don’t want that. Yunho was your friend first before he was your boyfriend after all. You don’t want to complicate anything since you share the same group of friends, you live in the same neighborhood and Mingi—he surely doesn’t want to see his two best friends hating on each other.

“How much longer do we need to be on this break?” he asks, the bitterness towards the word ‘break’ evident in his voice.

You open your mouth in attempt to respond but you can’t find words. You look down on your fingers, feeling your cheeks heat up in frustration.

“You’re not breaking up with me, are you?” he continues when you don’t answer. His question surprising you, making you look up immediately to meet his intense gaze.

“Is there someone else?” he asks sternly, and his words cut like a knife through you.

“What— No!” you exclaim, shaking your head before burying it in your palms.

Has he ever seen you with another man other than your friends? Have you ever given him any reason to suspect you?

You can’t believe he’s even asking the question. You’re mad, disappointed and frustrated that you can no longer keep your tears from falling.

“This is exactly why we need this break!” you say as you turn in your seat to fully face him, wiping your tears with the back of your hands in annoyance. Why do you always have to cry when you’re angry?

“Aren’t you sick of this?” it’s not a real question. “We always end up fighting every time we’re together. Yunho…” you pause, reconsidering your words, “I love you so much… but I’m tired.” Your voice shaky and barely audible.

All you can hear now is the sound of your own heart breaking. You feel stuffy suddenly. You need to get away—away from him, from this moment, from this pain. You reach for the car door in an attempt to get out, but Yunho’s large hand grabs your wrist before you can even find the door handle. He pulls you forwards, pinning your wrist against your seat beside your head as his other hand cups the back of your neck, his lips pressing against yours.

His grip on your wrist is firm as if communicating that he doesn’t want to let you go but his lips were gentle on yours. You think about pushing him away for a second, but you can’t. He tastes like whiskey and smells of vanilla, making you lose control. The man who has your heart, who has all of you, kissing you so tenderly breaks your resolve. He slants his lips against yours, deepening the kiss, and you melt into his touch.

He loosens his grip on your wrist. Your hands find their way to cup his face before gliding down to the base of his neck. You longed for his touch for weeks, so you kiss him back with equal fervor determined to get your fill.

You don’t break the kiss until you’re both breathless. Yunho presses his forehead against yours. His large hands still cupping the sides of your face and you place a soft kiss on his palm, your smalls hands holding onto his wrists.

Yunho bites his lower lip. He looks out in the vast empty parking lot, seemingly searching for the right words to say.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers as he turns to face you again, his large hands never leaving your skin, his thumb swiping away any remnants of tears that trailed down your cheeks. “I just…” he pauses, and you notice him wince as if he’s in pain, but he looks into your eyes before he continues, “I can’t lose you. I don’t want to.”

“Me neither,” you admit in a small voice, your tears threatening to spill over once again.

“We can fix this, right?” he asks, his eyes studying you. “We’ll make it work.”

You close your eyes as you nod your head again and again in response until you feel his lips brush against yours again and he kisses you with more hunger this time. His hand reaching behind the small of your back to pull you closer while the other cups the side of your face.

“Fuck,” he moans into your mouth, “I’m sorry but I’ve missed you so much.” He says as one hand reaches down for the hem of your dress, lifting it up. His long fingers find your aching heat and he starts to rub across your swollen clit. You can feel the warmth of his fingertips through the thin fabric, making you gasp.

“Hmm, you’re so wet. Is this all for me?” he teases.

“Yunho,” the sound that leaves you is breathy and desperate. Desperate to feel him, all of him, everywhere. His fingers start to move in circles against your sensitive spot building up the intoxicating pleasure in your core.

He breaks the kiss for a moment, his gaze holding yours steady. “I’m not letting you go… You hear me?” he asks but doesn’t wait for your response as his lips start to move down to your chin and along your jaw before landing on your neck, nibbling and kissing on your pulse points.

“You’re mine,”he breathes against your skin, his words making your heart jump. You love it when he’s being territorial.

“I’m yours,”

He yanks your panties to the side, too impatient to even take them off you and he pushes a finger into you, curling up to reach your pleasure spot and you whimper. You place one hand to rest on his back, gripping the fabric of his shirt as he continues to work you over, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You feel him push another finger into you and the delicious stretch sends waves of heat straight to your core. Pressure builds in your belly as his fingers start to pick up speed, the rough pace he’s set is dizzying.

“Yunho!” a suppressed moan leaving your lips, legs shaking as you come apart on his fingers. “There you go.” Yunho whispers, one side of his lips upturned as if satisfied with what he’s done.

As you come down from your high, you remember you’re out in public. You straighten up against your seat almost immediately and you look around, worried that someone may have shown up at the parking lot.

Yunho notices your anxious expression. “There’s no one here…” he chuckles softly, “but you may still want to keep it down. Just in case.” He smiles and he pulls you in for another kiss and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Both of you are growing more and more desperate for each other with each passing moment.

“Forget it!” he exclaims before pressing his forehead against yours, his large hands roaming your body before they find your ass, squeezing tightly causing your hips to roll forwards in his impatience.

“I can’t wait to have you,” he breathes through his teeth. “I’ve missed this for weeks.” He leans slightly back to look into your eyes. “I’m fucking you in this car if I have to.” His lips close in on yours one more time, his teeth gently tug on your bottom lip before he opens the door to his side of the car and hurriedly gets out.

You notice him spare a glance in every direction before he finally opens the door to the backseat. He chuckles softly, eyes smiling when he notices you already made your way there without even leaving the car.

“You’re so tiny, you can fit anywhere.” He says, a playful grin on his lips.

He pushes the driver’s seat all the way forward to give room for his long legs before he turns to grab your sides and hoists you up to place you on his lap, your knees straddling his hips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his hand pushing your silky hair back so he can see your face clearly. “I can’t keep my hands off you.”

You feel your cheeks blush at the compliment. He’s always so sweet like this. He knows exactly where to touch you and what to say to send your heart racing. If you could only bottle up this moment, you would only to pull it out every time it gets rough. Loving him is a double-edged sword. It’s equally blissful and painful and oh, how you wish you can leave out the pain.

His hands glide down your neck before they land where your shoulder meets your arms on both sides, ruffling the puff sleeves of your dress. It’s cinched around the waist and the hem sits just above your knees. “I don’t think I’ve seen this dress before,” he says, giving you a once-over. “Is this new?”

He continues when you nod. “I love it. You should wear it again.” With one swift move, he reaches behind you and unzips your dress, revealing a black strapless bra underneath. He looks up to you, his eyes sparkling with desire. A devilish smile spreads across his lips as he finds the clasp of your bra and he removes it tossing it to the side. The rough pad of his thumb swipes across your nipple, his mouth capturing the other in his mouth, and you throw your head back at the sensation. You slide your hands around his neck, and you grab a fistful of his soft locks, tugging gently. You feel his large hands wrap around your ribs, pulling you closer. Your hips start moving on their own seeking more pleasure in your other parts. He shifts in his seat, and you feel his erection straining against the fabric of his pants. He wants you just as much as you want him.

“Please,” the sound that leaves you is in between a moan and a plea. You reach for the buckle of his belt, and he helps you loosen it, get the button of his pants undone and pull the zipper down to finally free his length of its constraints. He’s painfully hard. He’s big… just as you remember. You reach down to hold him, your small hands barely covering the entirety of his length and he groans against your skin. “I need you,”

With a quick kiss to your temple, he obliges. He yanks your panties to the side once again and you lift your hips off his lap slightly so he can line himself against your entrance. He grips your sides and guides you down his length until your ass is flush against his hips, the stretch feels new and familiar at the same time, catching you by wonderful surprise.

You start to move your hips on top of him, his hands never leaving your sides, guiding you where he wants you.

“You feel so good, baby.” He breathes underneath you. “Nice and tight and wet for me.” He tangles his hand in your long, beautiful hair as he wraps one arm around your waist to hold you in place. This time, he drives into you, hitting your pleasure spot so perfectly, you can’t help but roll your eyes into your head. You feel so close already. Again.

“Oh fuck!” you hear him grunt and soon, you feel him quickening his pace. He tenses underneath you, but he catches himself just in time. He maneuvers you off him and pushes you gently down to lay on your back. You’re not sure how Yunho’s tall frame fit in the car with you but that’s the least of your worries. You need more of him, so you reach for his sides to tug on his shirt, urging him to fill you up once again… and he does. He pushes your legs up so high over his shoulders, you feel your hips suspended in the air. With one hand against the back of the passenger seat, one hand planted on your side, he sinks back into you—all the way.

“Yunho—” you whimper. “It’s so deep.”

“I know, baby. I can feel you.” A breathy groan slips out of his lips. He closes his eyes as he reaches your pleasure spot once again. “You can take me though, right?” you see him smile but his eyes still dark and hungry. “I know you can.”

You nod. “I want you,” you tell him, you tug on his shirt once again, begging him to move. “I want all of you.”

He starts to move his hips a little eager this time. He’s reaching you so deep, he’s a little worried he might break you. You lift your hips up a little bit higher to meet every snap of his hips, heat pooling in your core and you tighten around him. He knows you’re close. He knows your body so well… so he pounds into you, his pace relentless, leaving both of you a panting mess.

“I love you, y/n.” He hisses through his teeth as his pace falters. His hand cups the back of your neck, pressing your foreheads together and you wrap your legs around his waist. “I love you so much. Come for me.” He groans, punctuating his words with his hips and it sends you spiraling. You let go, body convulsing at the intensity of your release. He’s not far behind. He pistons his hips recklessly into you, chasing his own high and you feel him stiffen and shudder out your name as he empties himself inside you.

Whether it’s the mixed emotions leading up to this moment or the effect of alcohol that made your orgasm the most intense you’ve ever experienced in your entire life, you’re unsure. But you do know it has everything to do with Yunho.

  He plants a soft kiss on your lips before he pulls out and helps you up. He envelops you in a tight hug and you feel his heart beating as fast as yours as you both try to steady your breathing.

“I love you, Yunho.” You manage to whisper despite the shakiness in your voice.

“I love you more, baby.” He says as he leans slightly back to look at your face, pushing your hair away from it. “I’m sorry I couldn’t wait long enough to take you home—”

You hush him, tapping your fingers gently against his broad chest. “It was perfect.” You say, a sweet smile on your face.

He cups your face and starts pressing light kisses on your forehead, on your temples, the tip of your nose, and on either side of your cheeks before he whispers with an endearing smile, “You are.”

Your heart is filled with hope again. Maybe this time—it will be different. You hope that the words spoken between the two of you are not just empty promises and you’ll work on your relationship… together. But you do know that for Yunho, you’re always ready and willing to give your all.

a/n: thank you so much for being here! if you enjoyed this short fic and you're looking for a little bit more fluff and comedy, you might like about time!

[itoshi-s]

𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 - lingerie / nightwear they buy you !

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*.✧ ft. itoshi brothers, bachira meguru (part 2 soon? |･ω･))

*.✧ nsfw/ 18+ only / minors dni ! fem bodied reader. all characters are aged up and 20+. cw: dom! sae, light bondage, rin is soft when in love <3, bachira loves tits, light nipple play.

*.✧ luckily, your boy's player worth is enough to dress you in luxury.

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𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐞

sae isn't actually as complicated as he looks - his taste is simple yet timeless, which is surprising for his young age but doesn't sound as weird if you consider the years he's spent in europe. he's seen plenty luxury shops when strolling through madrid, a few pieces catching his eye from the display, and in these moments he's very glad of how attentive he is to you and everything you say. (he keeps your exact sizes in the back of his mind, always receiving praise from the store's staff. it honestly makes him roll his eyes - listening and paying attention to you is the bare minimum, so why are these women going so crazy over it?)

the first time he comes home to you with a neat, elegant package, you scold him the second you see the brand name. "are you crazy?! do you know how expensive this is?" you exclaim, trying to scold him, but sae has to hold back an amused smile at your attempts to hide the excitement the god save queens box sparked.

"obviously," he states cooly, watching intently as you gently set the box down on the dining table, carefully undoing the bow, "I bought it after all. might be in debt now." sae smirks at the side-eye you give him, turquoise orbs still trained on your face to drink up your expression.

your fingers are ridiculously delicate when handling the see through mesh, as if in disbelief, "sae- you really are insane," you laugh, "I can't take th-"

"oh, shut it," he's quick to interrupt you, brows furrowing but you know him well enough to see that he's just slightly irritated. (funny how love can change a person. it's not like sae is always this patient with people.) "you can, and you will take this. now, I want you to go and change into it, give me a lil' show. can you do that f'me?"

sae places a warm hand on the small of your back, pinky finger slipping past the waistband of your jeans just the tiniest bit - enough to make you shudder. "yeah," you mutter, cheeks reddening, "f'course, baby."

now, you see, sae pays a lot of attention to details. he's not big on lace or patterns, but he does love precision and handcraft. the angela dress is a hassle to get on and to adjust perfectly to your figure, but goddamn is it worth it. you don't even try to reason with him when the package delivers to your house unexpectedly, nearly driving you to a heart attack when you unbox the contents.

"we hav'ta go to the event," sae reasons with a shrug, "I might as well show you off."

surely, he does. the amount of looks the two of you receive that night is countless - and this time, the reason's not just sae himself. you truly are a sight for sore eyes, cleavage perfectly accentuated,every little curve of your silhouette hugged by the bondage-like design.

"see," sae smiles slightly as he presses a kiss to your hairline, pulling you to his side firmly, "I told ya already. you're my prettiest little thing."

bonus !

"a-ah-!" you yelp in surprise, the sudden tug on the leash making your body jolt forward and almost stumbling off the bed as your palms hit the mattress. the cold, gold plated metal digs into the flesh on your back, forcing out an arch as you pant out a, "sae, what- what's gotten into you?"

you try to play dumb, but the scene has already played out so many times behind your bedroom doors - you just end up looking silly in sae's eyes. you risk a glance up at your boyfriend's face, feeling the wetness between your thighs slowly trickle down as you gulp thickly. sae's standing tall in front of you, one hand working on unbuttoning his white shirt while the other firmly holds the leash. looping the chain around his knuckles, sae tugs you forward, almost to the point where your nose smooshes against the hard bulge in his slacks.

"stop playin' dumb," he clicks his tongue while reaching a hand down to stroke a thumb over your cheekbone, firmly, before gripping your jaw in a quick motion. the action startles you, doe eyes widening even further as you watch sae grin. "doesn't suit you, doll."

𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐧

　　

would it annoy rin to no end if he ever realised that his taste in lingerie is oddly similar to that of his hated older brother? yeah, surely - but luckily, what he doesn't know doesn't hurt him! and so, you get to indulge in the gifts rin insists on buying you during your london trip. (as much as he hates the many similarities between him and sae, he is also just as attentive. he immediately notices the way your head nearly does a 180 degrees spin once you spot the showroom. he doesn't take no for an answer and two hours later, you leave with two enormous bags in hand.)

rin keeps close to himself and doesn't let anyone in - well, besides the one exception that is you - not even his teammates. solely focused on his one and only goal that is to surpass sae and push himself even further, it doesn't even bother him whenever someone describes him as arrogant or selfish, even. the facade quickly shatters as soon as you step into the room, though - aquamarine eyes softening at the sight of you, broad shoulders relaxing and, surprisingly, even the corners of rin's lips quirking up. it's like he can finally be himself, the way he was back when he was so much younger - gentle, doting, sweet. to rin, it's honestly almost scary. the affection he holds for you, deep in his scarred heart, makes him feel dumbfounded, sometimes.

he feels the same warmth pool in his chest when he sees you clad in full black, the thick elastic band of the skirt digging into your tummy so that it makes your waist seem even smaller. god, where does he even start now?

"do you like it?" you ask, sheepishly, a little unsure with the way you're standing in front of rin. he's sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread and elbows propped up on his thighs, as he takes your form in. you feel like prey, you realise as you feel his hands slowly move to slide up the back of your thighs. "it's different than what i usually wear," you note, swallowing back a moan as rin gently smacks your bottom.

"why would i not like it?" he taunts, kneading the soft muscle of your ass cheeks and pulling you closer between his legs. "i could eat you whole right now," rin moans, a slight grin playing at his lips when you roll your eyes, "i just might, actually."

you gasp as one of rin's hands slip back to the front of your hips, easily maneuvering between your plush thighs and pushing the mesh thong aside. rin dips one finger between your folds experimentally, closely watching for a reaction, and he must be satisfied with the sweet sounds that leave your lips, you think, cause he slides his ring and middle fingers in your warm, oozing cunt without any wait.

"my sweetest," rin coos, fingers curling against the front of your abdomen as he leans in, planting a wet, open mouthed kiss just above your belly button. "gonna make my pretty girl feel s'good."

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

　　　

meguru wants to be close to you always. seeking attention isn't a weird thing to do in a relationship, especially if one's love language is touch, but sometimes you wonder just how weird bachira really is. he knows that some things about him... stand out - but this is not one of these things. to him, the constant need to touch, squeeze and kiss at your body is as natural as breathing. he's a real lucky guy, he thinks to himself sometimes, and you're a saint for putting up with him and his hands always grabbing and roaming. you'd be a dummy to complain, though.

"look what i got you," meguru hums happily as soon as he enters your shared flat. you can't see him yet from your seat on the couch, but you can hear the grin in his voice. "promise not to get mad though." he stops dead in his tracks as soon as you make eye contact with the neatly packed delivery box in his hands.

giving him a cautious look, you slowly nod in a silent agreement and so, he walks over to hand you the package. as you cautiously start to open the box, meguru takes a seat on the other end of the couch, kicking off his shoes and leaning back comfortably. he needs to have a good front row seat to watch as you carefully pull out the garments out of the elegant, small box. the honey colored lace almost glistens in the golden hour sunrays that seep through the curtains, small bee embroidery bringing a grin to your face. in moments like this, the same meguru that's always all over you, starts to think that his love language might actually be gift giving instead of touch.

within a blink of an eye you're pouncing on top of him, straddling his waist and pressing kisses all over the face you've grown to love so much with a squeal,

"meguru- you've outdone yourself," you laugh between kisses, "where the hell did you find this? bees?"

slipping his arms around your waist, bachira nearly giggles, "that way i can be with you, on you, always." he teases, eyes only briefly meeting yours before his gaze shifts downwards, to the fullness of your lips. he leans in, one hand laying flat on the small of your back to pull you closer, and gives a sloppy kiss. "s'nice, isn't it, baby?" he murmurs, lips moving against your own.

you nod, "so nice," you sound so sweet, sweeter than any honey he had ever tasted - and it makes meguru's tummy tighten. oh how down bad he had to be to have his cock harden before you could even try on the gift? "thank you, meguru."

and as much as he loves seeing your body wrapped up in hand-sewn lace, sometimes his instincts get the best of him. sometimes, meguru has to have all of you, now.

meguru's tongue feels heavy in his mouth, a whine ripping out of his throat at the way your hips rut against his.

"'guru," you're moaning so high, almost out of breath as your hands firmly rest on his glistening chest, "please- please meguru, please fill me up."

bachira's eyes are droopy with pleasure, bangs sticking to his forehead as he tries to catch up to your rhythm, hips stuttering. how the hell your stamina is running as high as his, he will never figure out. you're his little vixen though, and you're always so ready and needy for him - it's as if you were molded just to fulfill all the filthy fantasies brewing in his mind.

"ah- shit, mm, will give it t' you," bachira forces one of his hands off your hips, the other still gripping your bum and pushing your hips against his in a steady, quick rhythm that has your bodies stick to each other with sweat. pushing himself up swiftly, he sits up and wraps his arms around your middle tightly. it's so hot, so lewd, the way you've been going at it for hours now and yet, meguru needs to feel all of you against him to reach his high.

with one quick move, bachira pulls the material of the already skimpy bra down, groping your breast roughly. squealing, you arch your back at the sudden sting on your nipple - meguru's teeth nibbling teasingly on the hardened bud as a high pitched moan leaves his mouth. lolling his tongue out, he laps at the areola, saliva glistening on the reddened skin as he starts to suckle. your thighs begin to shake as you feel your clit rub just right against meguru's abdomen, his cock reaching the spot that made your bladder feel full.

"cummin'," you manage to moan out and as if on cue, you can feel meguru tremble once or twice as his moans grow shamelessly loud. as you spill against his tightening abdomen, pussy almost sucking him in, meguru forces his hips forward, fucking deeper, harder, and finally, he cums. he whines against your chest, mouth still full of your tits as he almost slobbers all over himself, hips rutting into yours desperately as he finally empties himself fully.

"fuck, ah-" meguru is always so whiny around his high, yet most of the time, you don't even have the energy to mind it. once he pulls his mouth away from your chest, you let yourself slump against his muscled frame. as your eyes flutter close you can feel meguru's shoulders relax, a breathy laugh rumbling through his chest,

"mmmm, could do this forever."

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reblogs are greatly appreciated ! :)

all picture credits go to original authors! pictures were taken from the brand's ig profiles or official sites.

© itoshi-s. do not plagiarize, repost as your own or mention on other sm platforms.

[mikeysbabygirl]

𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐮 𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮?

Warning : some really cute things, Smut, 18+ Minors DNI. Tenjiku boys being head over heels for you, funny -unfunny jokes, you've been warned. We basically meet tenjiku and toman as Rin's girlfriend first than as Seishu's girlfriend.

Synopsis : this is a new concept I thought of making, I'd be making some short stories, and you'd have to chose between two Tr characters. The plot will follow eight questions, and I'm just so excited for this because I don't think I've ever seen it anywhere, Hope you'll like it !

Please don't forget to tell me your choice in comments, reblogs are appreciated so I could do other characters <3

𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊 :

1- How did you two met ?

There was only one empty bench press machine left, and damn Kakucho kept talking about the next mission Izana gave them. He only dreamed of one thing, finishing the workout and going home,and when the chance finally came and Kakucho started his own workout, frustration took over him not only because the machine was now occupied.

But by a girl... Like, Rindou had nothing against a girl working out, but bench press, seriously ? She literally is supposed to have boobs, why working for the pecs ?

You were at your second set-up when a shadow towered above you, looking up you were greeted by the sight of purple hues, blond and blue locks.

-" Yes ?" You inquired, still busy lifting the weight.

-" jus' wanted to let you know the squat bar's empty " he shrugged, you frowned.

-" That's great from you, thought I didn't remembered asking. "

-" Huh ?"

His frustration seemed contagious, since it started getting to you. You perfectly knew what he meant by bringing the squat bar, men at the gym could be so misogynistic. In a great effort, you put back the weight and sat up, adjusting your sport bra and peered up at him.

-" Look, there's that guy right there " you gestured toward a man who was also doing bench press. " He's also on the press, why won't you tell him the squats bar's empty ?"

A scoff left his mouth, you frowned.

Cute, he thought, the crease between your brows and eye color brightening under the light was pleasant to watch.

- " Look, princess. " The nickname sounded as venomous as a snake bite, he leaned against the bar you were sitting in, resting on his arm behind you, face only inches away from yours.

Didn't he knew personal space ?

-" I admit you did those set-ups impeccably, and you look really cute in your little outfit" that smile, that damn smile he flashed you only dreamed of wiping up.

-" But you gotta admit there's some exercises you shall leave to men, we don't want you hurting those pretty tits of yours now, would we ?"

Through the blaze igniting your nerves, you chose to crack a smile, one that took him aback. That has nothing to do with courtesy, the way you licked your lower lip and pushed him away was just a war declaration, the most divine one.

-" Sit down. " You cold stone tone took him aback, as you lied back down on a bench.

-" What ?"

-" I said, sit down. "

And there, as you looked at him, your sword-sharp glare cut right through his chest, a warmth spreading as if you really drew blood out of his heart.

-" Sit down and watch me do the men's workout. Watch me doing what you do all while I'm bleeding. "

Something happened for the very first time, in between the sweating bodies around, the loud music and cheers, he'd felt his cheeks heating and he was not even working out yet.

You were the type to go against the wind, and you blew him out.

2- How did you come to see each other again?

After days of chasing the shadow of the " annoying chick " at the gym, he finally got to talk to you again. You were not competing for the same machine again therefore the conversation was less heated than the first time. Starting with a simple teasing smile you could not help but curl everytime you see him, a nod coming from him from afar, to exchanging songs and workout playlists. You remembered the first time he'd talked about that restaurant near the gym, and remembered it was the first time you both thought of seeing each other out of the gym.

3- Your first kiss

Thinking about it with closed eyes, and there you were again in their house's rooftop. The walls inside were throbbing from the loud music of the party, and outside, the wind was playing with the fabric of your skirt and hair, soon you were startled by his familiar voice.

-" Hey Batman, do you know it's rude to run from a party someone invited you at ?"

A small smile curled your lips, the moment you turned toward him you saw him climbing from the same window you took to come there.

-" Hey Robin, I never thought you'd notice my absence honestly".

He could laugh, he could really laugh. A dozen pretty girls on his house and he spent the evening with his eyes glued on you from his DJ setup, he could really laugh.

-" Shit, I'm not your sidekick" he sat next to you on the rooftop. " And I just came here to smoke". Lie.

You only nodded, turning to look at the stars who were particularly close that night. You knew it was rude to leave the party that way, yet how could you help it ? Little by little, all those girls around him were playing with your nerves, triggering your insecurities, and Rindou seemed so unaware of every heart beat he stole from you...

-" I should probably leave, it's getting late."

Silence, it's not like you expected anything from him... Or maybe you should ?

One second away before you getting up, his hand reached for your wrist, pulling you back down, when you opened your mouth to talk, he beat you to it.

-" I always notice. Always when it comes to you. "

And there, your heart was beating like crazy in your ribcage. You turned toward him, and stole all his attention from the sky.

A starry night in front of him, but all he had eyes for was you.

-" You don't have to, we're only friends since months-"

-" Friends don't have me looking at them that way. " He tucked a hair strand behind your ear, your eyes got lost on his so close face for a second, before a light laughter escaped your mouth.

He was fascinated, for a second, how graciously your laugh danced on the night spring's wind.

-" What's so funny ?" He whispered, nose almost bumping against yours, your smile has stole his heart from the stars.

-" You. You talk like you just came straight out of a mushy novel. "

He frowned.

-" Would'ya stop running your mouth of should I fuck the breath outta you ?"

Though you still smiled, his sterner tone made your heart stumble on its own beats.

-" From the first time you knew I had no zipper in my mouth. " You rolled your eyes, only for him to grip your jaw, rather gently despite his fierce glare.

-" Oh love, I'm begging you to give me a reason to taste these lips"

It always was him striking matches and you playing with fire, and you leaned in, whispering against his lips stories of all the soon shared warmth.

-" Tell me when I'm supposed to shake from fear, 'kay Haitani ?"

Enough.

That was chemistry, your lips touching his, and it setting fire to his mind.

Moving your lips against his, sometimes brushing it with your tongue and you could already feel the heat starting to grow in your stomach. It was not even about kissing a new girl, but about how your lips fit in his, about the roughness of his hands and the softness of your cheeks, and about the grunt that escaped his mouth when you pulled away.

-" Now that's a problem " his lips grazed yours with each word, he had no strength to open his eyes to see your frown, too caught in the feeling. " Might want you to talk back more often".

4- Did he fell in love ? Did he confess ? + 5-first time he got jealous :

-" Don't follow me, I said !" Your voice raising under the rain, you were a yelling mess, wet hair and sticky dress, but you couldn't care the least as he chased you through the parking lot.

-" You don't get to tell me what I should fucking do, and don't think about raising your voice again. " His hand wrapped around your arm to turn you toward him, only for you to pull your arm away.

-" What's your fucking problem ?" He asked, frustrated at the rain soaking his clothes, and the scoff you just let out.

-" My problem, seriously ? " You yelled, voice quivering. " You just almost sent my friend to a coma and ask me what my fucking problem is ? "

-" oh " a dry laughter escaped his lips, looking away. " So it's about him, again ?"

-" Yes !" Shouting at his face, aiming a dagger at his heart. " If you've got anger issues, go see a doctor instead of sending my friends to see them ! "

He loathed anyone shouting at him, that was one of the things Rindou could absolutely not take. Clenching his fists, he made a step toward you.

-" You don't get to talk about anger issues when you're making a scene here. "

-" cause yeah obviously I'm the one who made a scene in the party " you scoffed, Rindou raised both his eyebrows, a disgusted look on his face.

-" Whoring yourself to him and you talk about making a scene ?"

It took you two seconds, experiencing the stab in your chest before answering. You just hoped he wouldn't hear the tears in your voice, the rain did a good job masking them.

-" We were dancing, and we're friends. And you don't get to call me a whore again. "

Pulling his head back slightly, Rindou was taken aback by your cold tone, so long since he's heard it, so striking...

-" Oh spare me. If you're dumb enough to think that asshole only wanted to dance don't come at me with that shit. "

Maybe his mistake was letting his heart spill too much from that sharp voice, but the second the frown between your brows disappeared into a confused face, he knew, you knew, there was no coming back.

-" let's admit there was something more than friendship " no, don't admit. The lions roaring in his head were already louder than the rain pouring. " Why would it even be your business ?"

-" I don't give a fuck about your plaything. "

-" Okay then why did you even beat him ?"

Stay away, he wanted to scream as you approached him, finger pointing to his chest. Stay away from him, with the rain all over you, with your wet hair and lashes, with your raw beauty and face. Stay away from him, you and all the things you made him feel.

-" Why ghosting me after we kissed ?" You insisted, hues digging hoes in him.

Stay away, you and your rollercoaster that made him sick and euphoric.

-" It has nothing to do with the kiss. " He clenched his jaw, nerves clearly beating from anger.

-" Why all the girls around ? Why more than usual ?"

-" Shut the fuck up..."

He was losing it, you knew, he knew, the rain knew, and sure the neighbors did.

-" Why pushing me away, Rin' ? Why me-"

-" Because I don't wanna fall in love with you, shit !"

Piercing the air, could a bullet come back after being launched ? Could the words be taken away ? After the worlds finally collided ?

And what a scene, under the rain at night, emptying your lungs at each other, spilling the heart's blood on the not so skillful tongues.

That was just the way you loved each other, intoxicating, complicated, consuming...

But at least a heart break feeling was better than no feeling at all.

-" I don't wanna fall in love with you... " He repeated the words, as if for himself this time, low tone, lost eyes, realizing he was fighting a feeling all along.

Rindou Haitani, you don't fight a feeling with bullets. You don't fight a feeling.

-" Well just don't fall in love with me!"

-" Kinda fucking too late. "

He spat his heart in your face, voice coming down, breath slowing, as well as the rain calming down.

No, a bullet never comes back once launched.

Nor words fall to deaf ears, when the hearts talk.

Nor the worlds separate once the mouths collide.

6- Your first time together :

That night, that damn same night.

Your first kiss on the rooftop was shy, clumsy, but that one, the second was messier, hungrier, angrier.

The rain came back with a vengeance, clapping on the car's window as the only witness of your chef-d'œuvre.

Passionate, so much that the lips wouldn't leave each other even when he'd be pulling your dress up your head.

-" Fuck, how 'm I supposed not to hate you when you're so perfect ?" Rhetorical question, since as soon as he finished drinking in the sight of your breasts, he leaned in to take one in his mouth, while his hands began playing with the other. You started pulling at his hair, shamelessly grinding your hips against his hard on.

And with the pneumonia having an eye for you two, screaming soaked in the night, then undressed inside a car- you even forgot to turn on the heater- never has he felt such a rush of fire and gasoline through his veins.

Clothes were thrown, in a discarded poem around the passenger seat, aching for a taste you both never had, slave of the feeling as your cunt hugged his cock for the first time, better than you'd ever dreamed of hugging him.

-" Love, you're driving me out of my fucking mind..." He whispered in your ear, biting the lobe.

-" Rin', faster, please, faster !"

-" Anything, any damn thing you want. Shit, 'm gonna fucking ruin you, carve my name in this tight pussy, yeah ?"

They say you can't love someone with your fangs ten feet deep in their artery.

or maybe no one ever said that.

But the way that love was biting on both of your fleshes made it hard to find which fangs was it, and which blood was pouring, red, so red with passion and love.

-" Gotta... Oh baby, gotta show you the love my words never could ".

7- what do his friends think about you ?

Damn Rindou and damn his tendency of keeping you in bed as long as he could. Now as a result you had to get ready for your girl's night in their apartment with the poor amount of make-up you had in your school bag, all while listening to their loud conversations downstairs.

Yes, because in addition of keeping you until you were too late to your dinner, he had a meeting and left you alone to dress and make-up.

In conclusion you had to hop in the unique outfit you had on hand, and you weren't sure it was convenient for a classy restaurant. Naturally, you thought about asking your boyfriend, what you didn't thought about was the six pair of eyes landing on you the minute you reached the kitchen.

You immediately froze, their gazes biting each uncovered inch of your body and probably tearing the fabric covering the rest. Your only anchor amidst that ocean of testosterone being your boyfriend, sitting on a chair next to his brother.

-" What... Go back to the room. " His voice changed quickly, noticing his friend's lingering gazes on you. You frowned, he perfectly knew you hated receiving orders.

-" I needed your help for something actually, before I leave " you gave him a suggestive look, one that meant get your fucking ass out of the kitchen for a second, he looked about to answer, and suddenly was cut off by the one at the edge of the table, a white haired man.

-" what's her price ?"

As much as you didn't understood what he meant, Rindou straightening his posture was enough of a sign to tell you it was not a good thing.

-" Boss, that's actually my girl"

Why was he... oh !

You frowned and looked back at the one he called " boss ", what in the three words you had said made him think you were Rindou's slut ?

The latter didn't flinched,eyes still digging holes in you before answering.

-" Cute nickname, that was not my question though. "

Okay, he's a prick. You concluded, seeking your boyfriend's help but that one was ready to break the table with clenched fists, jaw so tight it could dislocate.

-" Boss " a new voice brought everyone's attention to the owner, a scarred man with heterochromatic eyes. " I think what he meant was, that she's his girlfriend..."

Finally someone with some common sense!

-" Shut up, Kaku. You weren't solicited. "

Now you didn't knew anything about their friendship, maybe that was the reason why you got offended instead of said-Kaku when the white haired boss talked to him that way, he in fact would never feel wounded by his king.

But there was just something about, those uncommon eyes meeting the ground that stirred your heart, made you take a step toward that one and put your hand over his shoulder.

-" Hey, don't me rude to him"

Oh how you didn't even knew who you were talking to, or who you had your hand on.

Instead of even taking your order seriously, Izana's lips curled into a smile, how of a reckless butterfly, he wanted to burn those wings.

Rindou's eyes narrowed toward your hand on Kakucho's shoulder, well if you could call him Kakucho. Anyone else would've called him a blushing and stiff mess under your touch.

-" I don't know what's happening, but I'm here for the drama " That was Ran's voice, Rindou didn't even needed to check. Sure would he like to see him struggle, he still didn't swallow the fact that you were the first one he refused to share with him, when he asked for you weeks ago.

-" Why is Kakucho even the one who gets touched " Shion whined from where he was sitting on top of the counter. " He's like, the less attractive of us all".

As some scoffed, Izana sharpened his glare toward the latter yet you were faster to react.

-" Hey ! He's handsome !"

-" I'm, I... I mean" chasing the ghost of dying words, Kakucho struggled to even breathe with your enticing perfume filling his nostril, your soft touch, let alone Rindou's glare on him.

-" she only says that 'cause he stood up for her " a new voice, one you didn't knew was Mochi stated, you frowned even more.

First a slut, then a liar, what next would they accuse you of ?

-" That has nothing to do with that, I think in fact he's the most handsome of y'all, look at his face !"

Whether were you that oblivious or just playing with the poor flustered boy, his heart stumbled on its own beats the minute your brought his head against your chest, hands around his cheeks to emphasize your compliment. Stealing wide-eyed gazes from the guys around and a begining of a hard on from the one crashed against your breasts.

Could he help it though ? One pretty girl he'd never thought would even look his way holding his face so close to her heart and tits ?

-" My Room. Now. " Rindou pushed his chair, standing up and if a glance could burn you'd be nothing but ashes right now.

-" After you, babe. The most handsome here after you, sure. " You corrected, still holding Kakucho's head. And God you were usually smarter than all of them reunited, were you playing with him ? Was it your revenge at him for keeping you that long?

-" I think Kakucho died " Koko stated, gesturing to the stiff man, he snickered to himself.

-" No, he's just discovering he can actually do other things than peeing with his dick " Ran snorted quietly.

-" Gotta film his reaction when he'll know the stroke doesn't bring children". As Kokonoi and Ran were clearly enjoying themselves too much, Shion got closer to you.

-" uhm" you turned toward the boy who just tapped your shoulder. " I lack tenderness too, my mother left me when I was a kid. In a... Burning orphanage, yeah... That's why I'm so hot basically ".

Your eyes widened, hands releasing Kakucho's head and glaring at Shion.

-" If anything I'm gonna burn you after that " Kakucho mumbled, you might have missed the death stare he sent to the one who interrupted the kindest touch he'd ever received in his whole life.

-" So. Your price ?" The white haired one brought your- outraged - attention back to him. " What ? Kakucho can come too, if that's what you want".

-" Shit, why him ?"

-" yeah why him ? I literally have a heart boner for her- ouch !"

The slap echoed loud against Shion's cheek, your hand hurt but it was all worth it. Ran could testify, since him and Koko were laughing 'til tears filled their eyes.

-" go fuck yourself" you spat, disgusted by the grin he made right after.

- " Why don't you join ?"

-" Okay that's enough " Rindou who didn't found it funny at all started pushing you away of their eyes, that was the main reason why he never cared to introduce you to them. You were pretty, and cocky, but the main thing that emphasized their desire was the fact itself that you were his, their dirty hands craved nothing but the forbidden.

-" Or at least come and watch me do it !" Shion shouted from the kitchen when both of you left. Koko, recovering from his laughter answered him.

-" You're pathetic. "

-" At least I'm not bitchless, like you " the latter shrugged, yet the proud smirk on Hajime's face emphasized his curiosity.

-" Not for too long. "

Ran, who knew better than anyone Kokonoi's ways smirked with widened eyes.

-" Oh you didn't... "

-" You'll apologize to your brother, when she'll notice the business card with my penthouse address I slipped in her bag ".

𝑺𝒆𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒖 𝑰𝒏𝒖𝒊 :

1- How did you two met ?

Strange to think, your first love was the one to lead you to the second.

As if, your heart knew all along Rindou wouldn't be there. Only some days after you dropped Rindou's old ruined bike at D&D motors, thinking about surprising him with it once he got out of jail. You'd wait for him, you promised, you'd wait...

As if, his heart knew all long you were something else. Because when you walked in, between the bikes and heavy material like a daydream, sundress gently swaying with each step, the first hello didn't sounded like the last.

-" You really don't know anything about bikes, d'you ?" He crooked an eyebrow at you, then you flashed a smile and apologized for your inexperience when all you should've apologized for was stealing his breath.

That day you met Seishu.

Seishu Inui is the young boy in the road to ruin, waiting for a never coming train.

2-How did you come to see each other again?

The guards wouldn't let you see Rindou anymore, he said it was for your own good, that you deserved better than to wait for someone like him.

You spent the last weeks thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end. But every Friday you watched it begin again.

With every coffee you brought at his shop with you, picking up a piece of the stumbling mess he was and tying them together with a smile.

Through his impenetrable wall, you were the light seeping in and through his stoic face the small smile beginning. You'd watch him working on Rindou's bike, peering up at you from time to time while you rambled about your day or anything else.

Seishu Inui is the young boy in the road to ruin, staring at a light flickering at the end of that road.

3- Your first kiss

Eight months.

It took him thirty two fridays, thirty two coffees, thirty two stolen heart beats and lingering stares to ask you out.

He'd been spending the last eight months telling himself the goosebumps would die, the yearning would maybe get poisoned by the routine but it never did. Until he started missing you, not only on Fridays but with each look at the spot you usually sat on at his shop, missing you with every breath he took.

Idiotically killing time with you until every moment without you murdered his skin.

Both your outfits weren't convenient for the restaurant Kokonoi had recommended him, you laughed a little too loud when he accidentally spilled all the salt, and your arms around him felt like home when you both ran away from that bourgeois place, riding his motorcycle.

-" I'm shivering from cringe... Never again. " You laughed as you both leaned against the bike, staring at the landscape through the hilltop.

-" It wasn't... That bad " he countered, looking at you. You tilted your head and narrowed your eyes.

-" You nearly fought the waiter 'cause he wanted to open the champagne bottle for you".

-" He weighted like ninety pounds, what in hell made him think I couldn't open it myself ?"

You just rolled your eyes and turned stargazing, giving him an opening to stare at you for a while. Odd, that within just months your face had been imprinted behind every flutter of his lashes.

That such a dreamless soul like him found itself yearning for something as shallow as a face, but he swore he could dive chasm deep in every shy touch of yours.

And when you turned and met his eyes in the dark, he could never forget how home felt for the first time.

Maybe you were just playing house in the ruins of him, but then your stare made him feel like the prettiest dust.

-" You... Look good " he breathed, so so out of breath. You scoffed, a night sky lightening his perfect blue hues and he was the one complimenting you.

-" You just were in a place where every fifty years old looked better than me, please, Sei' ".

-" I don't care what you think" he cut you off, hand pulling your wrist until you were standing between his legs, facing him.

-" Cause I think you look fucking good under the moonlight. And I don't think you wanna know all the ways I crave to rip those insecurities outta ya ".

Survivor's guilt.

It made Seishu carry his own living body as a burden his whole life.

But your butterfly-light touch reached his cheek, and those wings lifted the burden out of him.

Your touch was life itself, when all he ever wanted was death. Then why was his heart suddenly so eager to breathe ? To beat?

-" I don't see how you could do this" your hand lingered on his cheek along with a playful smile on your lips.

Unfair, that he found it in your smile, shallow, so shallow...

That thing he's been searching from the bottom to the top, something to hang on, he hung on the life because there was life in your smile. Deep, so deep...

-" I... I can kiss you " he drank in the crimson adorning your cheeks. " And I think, I'm gonna kiss you now ".

Seishu Inui was the young boy in the road to ruin, staring at the light coming closer.

Because you kissed his lips, and he found his train.

The train you rode to his road.

4-Your first time :

-" Shit, is this okay ?"

He was so sweet, always asking for permission even when he was obviously painfully hard. Standing between your legs while you were sitting on his desk, somehow your shirt met the floor and Seishu's hands rested on your pants, asking for access.

-" Yes, I'm ready for you, Sei' " You answered, he grunt, kissing your lips and slowly sliding your pants down until you were in your panties and bra in front of him, and soon the latter joined your shirt on the ground.

-" Swear t'god I've never craved anyone that much " he whispered between two open mouth kisses on your breasts, enjoying your fingers tangling in his hair.

He was so overwhelmed, heat burning his guts. He couldn't bring himself to feel guilty, even with calloused fingers digging in your cotton soft skin, sharp teeth marking your pristine, not when his mouth were between your legs and yours was calling his name better than heaven had ever did.

-" Cum f'me, pretty girl. C'mon, lemme make you feel as good as you do " his soothing voice rocked you through your high, drinking your release as if you were his fountain of youth.

-" Want you " cupping his cheeks, you had that way of holding him like he could shatter anytime.

And Seishu swallowed hard, hands holding your hips. You two have been beating around the bush until the desire left you bruised and sore, but never went that far.

Fingers intertwined, eyes met.

You let him in, though it was your love who knocked at his door.

-" So fuckin' tight, love you're too good to me " he hissed, sliding with every inch he could deeper in you, deeper, he wanted every more he could rip of you, selfishly.

Seishu Inui has been living a life he believed didn't belonged to him, stolen from his sister.

And it hit him hard, once wrapped in your arms, once in a lifetime he felt that that life belonged to him, and that him belonged to you.

-" Sei', fuck, stop containing" you whined, passing your thumbs on his clenched jaw while staring him in the eyes. " Want all of you, I won't fucking break. "

Maybe not you, maybe he was the one who could break.

-" Why... " He threw his head back, sliding slowly out of you though he was dying to go faster, he couldn't, his meer touch could crash you. " Why me, you could have... "

-" Why don't you get you're important to me ?" Lifting his chin to meet his eyes, you tilted your head to the side. " You're worth it. I... I love you ".

Why'd you came like a rainstorm when he was a house of cards ?

Why'd he asked for death but had you stealing his heart and taking his breath away ?

And he'd came back to life with a harsh thrust, one that had you screaming his name until Draken probably heard it from outside the shop. He clung to you, fangs deep in your flesh. You'd bruise, you'd probably bruise from his love, but he was mesmerized by how you took all of him, his rough, his harsh, his violence and turned it into the best moans he had ever heard.

-" I... Fuck, pretty girl, gonna stretch you real good... " He kissed your neck as an apology for a harder thrust of his hips.

-" Sei', I'm close... So, so f'cking close" you whined, his thumbs wiped the few tears that slipped away from your eyes, drunk on the feeling of you, high of the look on your face.

-" keep me there, love. I'm a fucking... Begging mess, keep me in your pussy. Keep me in your heart. "

Safe and sound, because he found home between your walls.

5- what do his friends think about you?

Seishu was a secretive person. A man of few words, but ever since he befriended Draken, his friends were always trying to rip the words out of him.

Though he couldn't be humanly more closed, they found a way to figure out something has changed since few months. He was lesser and lesser hanging out with them in D&D motors after closing, suddenly using his phone more frequently, and it was honestly impossible not to smell the feminine perfume on his shirt.

They insisted, and insisted to know until snapping the last string of patience Inui had, and he had a lot. But with Chifuyu and Takemichi clinging to his butt daily, he ended up agreeing to let them know the truth behind the smile he'd flash sometimes, more frequently, recently.

He planned it all, inviting you at the usual place they ate ice cream at, having all of his friends sitting at one table while waiting for you, they'd only meet you for a meer second before he'd spare you their presence.

And God was he stressed, not that they might not like you, but scared he or they might ruin the best thing that ever happened to him.

-" Okay " Inupi brought everyone's attention to him, standing up while everyone else was sitting. He had his usual jaded expression, but Kokonoi being his childhood friend knew better.

-" When are we gonna meet her ?" Hakkai whined, impatiently looking at his already empty bowl of ice cream. Inupi frowned.

-" Hold on, I've never said you're gonna meet her " they were going to, actually. But he just, still needed some time to realize.

-" Hey don't touch me " Kokonoi brought everyone's attention, moving away from Draken who was sitting next to him on the bench.

-" Heh ? I didn't touched you, what the hell is wrong with him ?" The braided snapped back, and Hajime flashed a disgusted face.

- " you did. You touched my clothes with your dirty arm. "

-" What did you just said about my arm ?" Draken turned to face him.

-" That it was dirty, and back off. You smell like motorcycle oil, did you... Oh fuck, don't tell me you style your hair with motorcycle oil? "

-" I'm gonna cut your fucking tongue and feed it to the dogs" Draken's voice dropped dangerously as Kokonoi stuck out his tongue.

-" Guys, don't think it's time to fight. We'll meet Inui-san's girlfriend soon " Takemichi's voice cut them all, but when Inui was about to answer he has been cut off by Koko.

-" And who are you again ?"

-" You're kidding me ?" Takemichi inquired, ignoring Chifuyu's laughter. " We literally see each other at every battle ?"

-" You see him at every battle. " Draken corrected. " Motherfucker is so blind he even needs glasses to spot big ass Taiju. "

-" shut-" Kokonoi who was about to snap back at Draken been cut off by Nahoya's loud voice.

-" Is this her ???" They all turned toward where he gestured, where a woman in her mid-forties stood up.

-" seriously, who invited you ?" Seishu wearily asked, Mitsuya snickered.

-" He probably meant you have a mommy kink"

-" If someone has a mommy kink out there, it's probably you Taka' ".

-" What ? I'm not... "

-" Nah because I don't care about your mommy kink, I just can't stand his smell. Need to use the bathroom. " Kokonoi stood up, throwing a death glare toward Draken who gave him the middle finger and walked toward the bathroom.

-" Their restroom better be in a good state " Hakkai stated, quickly followed by Mitsuya.

-" Dude's as wealthy as to close the damn shop for sanitary reasons " .

-" No but seriously " you heard the one you knew as Draken saying as you approached your boyfriend from the back. " Did you really had to bring that bitch ?"

-" Excuse me ?"

Your voice stole their attention from Draken, and soon, figuring out the misunderstanding all of their eyes widened, even Inupi's usual jaded face was water under the bridge, since he was clearly having a cold feet.

-" How did you just called me ?" You repeated, passing by Inupi and getting closer to the table. Draken, who has never been impressed by a single guy just stood there, wide eyes and clenched jaw.

-" I... I swear to God, this is not what it looks like " he started.

-" Dude just chose the guiltiest statement of all time " Mitsuya desperately tapped his forehead, you narrowed your eyes at the braided blond.

-" Wait, does that mean she's the girlfriend ?" Takemichi asked, wide-eyes. You turned toward the new voice and smiled, shaking your head and offering him your hand to shake, saying your name.

-" Damn, she's hot !" Did he think he was whispering ? Because the way everyone's eyes landed on Smiley made him figure out how loud he was.

-" Yeah I mean, are you here by consent?"

-" Blink two times if you're held hostage, three times if you're paid, four if you find me handsome" A blond with green eyes leaned over the table, talking to you as you eyed him curiously.

-" Guys-" Seishu hissed through gritted teeth, yet soon cut off by Takashi.

-" That's not very nice of y'all. "

-" Yeah, especially considering how hard it must have been for Inui-San to find someone " Hakkai nodded.

-" Oh shut the fuck up, you're not helping... "

-" Can I take a picture with you ?"

-" Do you have a sister ?"

-" Do you love black cats ?"

Okay, were you predestined to be scared away by all your boyfriend's friends ?

-" No, not your business, and what ?" You inquired, strangely staring at the blond again.

-" Wait, does it mean the moans I've been hearing last time in the shop... " Draken's eyes widened as your cheeks heated. " Goddamn, Inupi. You're one lucky motherfucker".

-" is she a mother ? " the loud guy, again... " Are you a mother ?"

-" Wait so he really has a mommy kink ?" That was Hakkai, confused as hell, still blushing widely when you looked at him because damn,you were the prettiest pair of eyes to ever land on him.

-" I'm Mitsuya, by the way, but you can call me Takashi ".

That one has been the only decent one to shake the hand you stretched, and God when you smiled at him, his cheeks heated so much that he accidentally kissed your hand instead of shaking it.

-" Enough. " Calloused fingers reached for your arm, your boyfriend had never pulled you rougher next to him. " Y'all met her, now it's time to go-"

-" Wait !" Kokonoi's voice yelled from afar, as he was getting closer. " I didn't got to-"

Words died in his throat, meeting your gaze. Both of you stood there, wide eyes and stolen breaths, he remembered you, you remembered him.

-" To meet her... " His voice dropped, as his hand fell on his side, Inupi tilted his head at his childhood friend's reaction, your heart started racing faster.

Don't say it, don't say it... It still hurt as hell to remember Rindou, and the hurricane he brought in your life. Don't say it...

-" She's pretty, right ?" Nahoya smiled to Koko, which gulped down, stared at the latter and nodded.

-" She... Is. Glad to meet you " his dark eyes landed back on you, a conspicuous look sending shivers down your spine. Somehow you found the strength in you to fake a smile.

-" Nice to meet you two ".

He knew you were Rindou's ex, the one who caught his co-worker's eyes, the one who caught his too. But he saw the lightness by which Inupi's touch lingered on your back, the slight curl of his lips seeing the smile you gave to his childhood friend, no, he would not ruin that. Not with something long gone.

-" Guess we're done here now " Seishu, with his arm on your back started guiding you toward a different bench, knocking damn too good his friend's would be talking behind his back.

-" Okay, how the hell did he managed to find himself such a hot stuff ?"

-" I read somewhere that girls love sad eyes " Chifuyu stated.

-" Well, he didn't sounded that sad, fucking her dumb on my desk. " Draken added.

-" Did he called her mommy ?"

-" What ? Fuck, bro I don't know ? What the hell ?"

-" You guys are gross... " That was Kokonoi, tired of life.

-" Okay but now I'm curious. " Souya who As been silent brought everyone's attention to him. " Inupi's a blondie, but are Blondies actually... Blond, down there ?"

-" Oh fuck you... "

6- Does he get jealous ?

Living as the shadow of someone already long gone, Seishu's eyes were accustomed to the darkness of always being the second choice. It was alright, until you put him for the first time under the spotlight, there was only him for you and that, that was the most addictive drug he could ever think of.

Because it's been almost two years and when Ran called you to let you know they were out of jail, you've seen all the world you built away from the Haitani shatter. He just asked how you were doing, and you offered to meet him to give him the bike you planned to gift his brother first, it would be better to give it back to Ran instead.

" whose bike is it ?" The question has been holding the tiniest corner of his mind, dusting and dusting until it was old and gray enough. But the day you showed at the shop to bring it back with you, he watched that poisonous flower bloom again, and somehow the words were too sharp for his tongue to utter.

Alas giving someone the power to fill the bullet holes in your heart, also means giving them, the bullets that goes with.

Because that was not Ran, who showed up. He knew it because, he promised himself, just a glimpse of who you were meeting and he'd go back to the shop.

-" here. " You launched the keys toward him, he caught them in a nick of time. " You'll tell Ran for me, that I thought he was a man of his word, unfortunately he's just a boy who likes to talk. "

As you went to turn around, Rindou's hand reached for you wrist, turning you toward him. Seishu nearly threw his bike away to come, but he saw you already could do without him.

- " Don't fucking touch me" you warned, pulling your wrist away, raising your voice. Rindou sighed and raised both his palms in the air.

-" Okay, okay! Just please listen to me, you don't have to talk, just listen. "

You scoffed, crossing your arms against your chest, and he waited for you to talk but you didn't, it surprised him that you would actually listen to him.

-" Look, I know this doesn’t make up for anything, but… I did it for you. So you’d be safe. Because I… care about you. A lot. "

Another scoff left your mouth, gaining a frown from him.

-" I'm serious, I... I could've never protected you-"

-" Did I ever asked you to protect me ?" You cut off, a sarcastic smile on.

-" You don't have to ask me to, you're my girl-"

-" Was. " You corrected, he gulped down.

-" Was " he admitted. " But what we had was- fuck" running a hand through his hair, he slightly turned to look away because damn your gaze was still as intense as ever.

-" I won't go around pretending what we had- you, were not the best fucking thing to ever happen to me. "

It truly has been, and damned would he ever be if he couldn't see a blessing when it looks him right in the eyes.

-" You have some nerves... Coming here and talking about what we had, when you were the one to ruin it. "

-" Back off !" You added when he made a step toward you. Through his clenched jaw you could see he was holding back, not used to anyone giving him such a cold shoulder.

-" You can hate me all you want, I'd never regret putting you before my own damn happiness. And you have some nerves assuming, for a selfish motherfucker like me, it wasn't torture to push you away. "

That was why you wanted to see Ran, because deep down you knew Rindou Haitani cut too deep in your skin for time to ever heal you from him. That was unfair, that with some words and his lilac hues, that pathetic expression on his face could make you question everything.

-" I don't know what you want from me... " Your voice dropped, Seishu's heart too...

And maybe that heart was glass and you dropped it.

- " I moved on, I... "

-" I could act like the good guy " Rindou approached you, testing the waters. " tell you It doesn't matter if you forgive me or not, that I just wanted you to know the truth. "

A scoff left his lips, his hand reached for your chin to tilt your head up.

-" But we both know I'm not the good guy, and we both know ain't stopping until I gotcha back to my house. "

-" Rin', no " you pushed him away, and though it hurt, he took it, he would wait.

-" You ain't gotta make your mind up right now, I waited for two years. And I'd wait a whole fucking lifetime if that means I'll got my girl back. "

But a whole fucking lifetime won't be enough collecting all the pieces of your heart you split to both the guys...

7- Did he confess ?

All along he thought he got himself tied together with a knot, a frayed knot.

Indeed funny to think all along there was that invisible string tying him to you, main reason why he couldn't ignore the tide pulling him to you through the last days where he tried ignoring you.

That tide, the moon, and him standing in your front porch.

-" Oh, a ghost " you joked, leaning against the door frame.

Funny because he perfectly knew, as much as he has been a shadow along his life, he would never be a ghost to you.

-" I've been " he made a step toward the door, scratching the back of his neck. " Quite busy with the shop and... The bikes "

-" Hm, hm hm yeah... And without lying what does it look like ?"

Seishu froze, but you flashed a playful smile that made him warm up.

-" I've been... Thinking "

Okay, this is serious. You concluded, smile faltering as you invited him inside, but he only ran a hand through his hair and stood there.

-" I... I need to know, do you... "

-" Yes ?" You insisted, tilting your head.

-" Do you still love him ?"

Your heart missed a beat, swallowing hard, you bit your lower lip, something you got from Seishu.

-" How do you... "

-" No because I just... Need to know, if I'm... "

He couldn't believe the words in his mind, so many years building an arsenal, watching it falter with insecurities.

-" Enough ? "

Just the way his voice dropped slightly had your hand flying to your mouth.

No, no no it wasn't what you meant. You wanted to break his guards, not his heart.

-" Baby, you're... Shit, you're more than enough " you approached him, holding his hand in yours, and God did the moon shine brighter when those pretty lips of him curled with a smile looking at your intertwined fingers.

-" I like the way your hands fit in mine " he uttered. It might be wrong, his hands tough, but yours were warm and it told him there you belonged. " And, the smell of your conditioner on my pillows. Recently I can't go a day without the coffee you bring-"

-" I kinda knew that one " you smiled too, but when his eyes met yours, it fell.

-" What I'm tryna say is, I'm a one man wrecking ball. "

A waste, all his life he was perceived as a waste. But he fit so, so well in your hands, and inside you. Could you call a waste when it found where it belonged to ?

-" And, I shouldn't even have lived in the first place-"

-" Seish-"

-" Shut the fuck up. " Your face has been wrapped between his calloused fingers. " But you. You m'pretty girl, hold my face like glass. As if the cursed man I am couldn't break you in one single touch. "

-" I don't get what you mean..."

-" Would you stop interrupting ?" His jaded eyes bored in your soul, and you were suddenly obedient.

-" I wasn't supposed to live. "

With each word, your heart breaks a little but you chose to let him go on.

-" I hate that I have to be alive instead of her... "

You knew he talked about his sister, he'd told you about the tragedy once, you could never forget the look in his eyes as he told you those tales...

And though he has never wanted to hang on

-" And I hate that you make me love to live a life that's not mine. "

Still he was only an outcast who found home.

-" but in you, I found me. "

Holding your face in his hands, Seishu and the young boy in the road to ruin finally parted ways.

-" And in you, I found love. "

Now how to put together a heart tore up in two ?

When love comes in two, who could you chose ?

Oh god I've put my whole heart into this, And honestly I wouldn't know who to chose but DON'T YOU FORGET TELLING ME WHICH ONE YOU CHOSE.

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Tell me if you guys like this new concept so I can do other characters, and tell me if you have ideas of who you want me to put together !

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Wait, What? More Babies?

18+ minors DNI Bucky x pregnant reader, avengers x reader (platonic) 

One of my fav au’s, the family grows!! Here’s another chapter, with more to come Warnings: Pregnancy, smuutt, (lil daddy kink) FLUFF!!  Word count: 3.4k Part 1: Wait, what? 

Part 2: Wait, what? 2 

Part 3: I do (again) Wait, what? 3  

“Hey beautiful mama”

Bucky whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your head not wanting to wake you or his baby up. He returned from a mission to find you both cuddled up on the couch; you in your favourite Henley of his with little one year old Steve cuddled to your chest, both fast asleep.

He quietly slipped into the shower, quickly changing into some pj’s before walking over and carefully scooping his baby boy into his arms. Baby Steve didn’t stir the slightest, yawning contently in his daddy’s arms. His snuggled into Bucky’s chest, his tiny little hands searching for Bucky’s dog tags; his favourite thing to hold onto whenever he snuggled, even in his sleep.

Bucky could never get tired of admiring his little angel, a perfect mix of you and him. He kissed his chubby cheeks, putting him in his crib first before going to get his other beautiful angel; the one who gave him his little bundle of happiness. The one who still gave him butterflies, still made him blush, still made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. He carefully carried you to bed, snuggling you to his chest with the blankets wrapping you both. You felt the warmth of his body, his lips gently brushing little kisses onto your forehead.

“I missed you” You nuzzled into his hold, your eyes still closed, moving your arms to wrap around his waist, tightly hugging him.

“I missed you too baby” Bucky smiled softly, rolling the both of you over so he could gaze down at you, he was so fucking in love with you, it was almost painful. He missed your eyes, your nose, lips, the softness of your skin. He missed your voice, your cuddles, your kisses. He missed the sweetness of your body, how you tasted on his tongue, how you felt wrapped around his cock, how you moaned for him, and tugged his hair. He wanted more. He wanted a bigger family; he wanted his little babies running around the house, making a mess, absolute chaos, so full of love and happiness.

Only one way to make that happen…

His hands trailed down, pulling his Henley off you before playing with the waist band of your underwear, his cock rock hard against you.

“Take this off baby…”

1 Month later

Bucky eyed you curiously, watching you curled up on the couch, napping in the spot where the sun poured in like a cat.

“Y/n? You okay bubba?” Bucky sat down beside you, brushing some hair out of your face, rubbing your back while you stirred.

“Just tired” You gave him a sleepy smile, stretching and moving into his lap before closing your eyes again. His hands slipped under your shirt, softly stroking your tummy, his heart hopeful because you never napped.

Ever.

Except when…

*****

You groaned, cramps making you uncomfortable, which always happened when your period was late. This time you’d missed it completely, which was rare. In fact the last time you missed it was because… You shook your head, not wanting to get your hopes up, though your heart desperately wanting another little Bucky in your arms. You hissed as another cramp radiated through your lower tummy, grabbing onto the rope of the sparring mat to catch your breath.

“Y/n, are you sure you’re okay?” Nat cocked her head, watching you double over, giving her a weak thumbs up, while scrunching your face. You moved to lie on your back to catch your breath while Bucky dropped his weights, his heart dropping seeing you in pain.

“Baby?” Bucky rushed over to you, “What’s wrong y/n?”  He kneeled by your side while Nat went to get you water.

“Just some cramps, I’m okay Bucky” You sat up, leaning against his chest, groaning at the soreness that refused to go away.

“Let’s go to the doctors anyway, you’ve been really tired recently too…” Bucky gave you a soft smile, gently stroking your hair; he didn’t want to get his hopes up but maybe…

*****

Dr. Cho smiled brightly as you sat on the bed with an anxious Bucky by your side, playing with your fingers, immediately sitting up when she entered the room.

“Is everything okay?”

“More than okay, everything’s normal” Dr. Cho’s eyes twinkled, chuckling at the way Bucky was gripping your hand, looking at her with wide puppy eyes while she turned to you “Since you’re pregnant!”  

“We’re going to have a baby! You squealed, jumping onto Bucky, your heart fluttering in your chest, “Steve’s going to be a big brother”

“M’so happy angel, I just-, thank you babygirl” You were immediately engulfed in Bucky’s arms as he hugged you, showering you in hundreds of kisses, tears stinging his eyes. You sniffled, nuzzling against his chest, your hand resting on your tummy, biting your lip to keep it from trembling.

“Congratulations” Dr. Cho smiled, getting an ultrasound ready, “Let’s take a look and see how far along you are” You both looked at the screen as she moved the scanner on your lower tummy.

“Well, I have more news” Dr. Cho moved to point to the screen, “See there? There’s one and….there’s two”

“T-twins?” Bucky gasped, his hand squeezing yours, the tears he’d managed to hold back spilling down his cheeks.

“You’re having twins!” Dr. Cho nodded, smiling as Bucky held you, his emotions all over the place. She left the room, giving you both some privacy as you both looked at the two tiny blips on the screen.

“We’re having twins” You whispered, clinging onto your husband, rubbing his back as he softly cried into your chest, unable to process how happy he was. He’d had 101 dreams like this; having a large family with you, maybe twins but he knew that wasn’t in his control. Now it was happening and you both couldn’t be happier, wrapped in each other with two little babies on the way.

7 Months later

“Good morning angels” Bucky kissed your swollen belly before coming up to kiss you, chuckling at your pouty face. You could no longer see your feet with your tummy in the way; one super soldier baby was challenging and now you were carrying two. Your breasts had already started to get bigger and the babies moved constantly, making it impossible for you to get any sleep.

“Why so grumpy my pretty little mama” Bucky wrapped his metal arm around you, cooling your skin, while you huffed, feeling extra moody this morning.

“Everything hurts. And feels swollen. And I can’t even see my feet” You blinked back the tears stinging your eyes, feeling a lump in your throat; you just felt…huge. You felt unattractive when you had to waddle everywhere beside your hot super solider husband. He thought you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on and he made sure to let you know every single day but you couldn’t help the insecurities that had started to gnaw at you every time you struggled to put clothes on or gave up with shoes. A tiny sniffle caught Bucky’s attention, immediately sitting up to move you into his lap.

“Baby? Why are you crying?”

“Because…” Your eyes couldn’t meet his, your face hiding in his neck. You knew nothing you thought was true but the waterworks had already started.

“You can tell me sweet heart, what’s bothering you?”

“I just feel so… big. How could you still love me when I have to waddle around everywhere” You whimpered, while Bucky’s heart dropped, absolutely not. You were beautiful, there was no doubt there but the way you looked when you were pregnant with his babies? To say he fell in love with you more each day was not an exaggeration.

“Y/n, I’m more in love with you than ever sweet heart, you’re carrying my babies. Every single change your body is going through is because of me, and you think I wouldn’t love you more? The way you’re glowing, this perfect baby bump, your adorable grumpy little face, you’re beautiful babydoll”

“I can’t even put my shoes on” You shrugged; you knew he meant every word but it still felt hard to believe.

“I’ll always help you with your shoes my Cinderella” Bucky chuckled, secretly loving the way you’d sometimes sit splayed on the floor to get them on before asking him to pick you up, his absolute favourite thing to do. “Princess, you know there’s nothing I love more and find more gorgeous than my y/n and this little baby bump”

“Little?” You continued to pout in his lap, tears still streaming down your face.

“Come here mama” Bucky smiled softly, rocking you and rubbing your tummy while you sniffled against him. He also secretly loved how adorably pouty and grumpy you got, crying over the tiniest things while clinging onto him.

“Babygirl, they’ll put it back where it belongs, it’s fine” Bucky chuckled as you cried looking at a little teddy bear that was out of place, left behind on the shelf.

“B-but he’ll be a-lone!” You hiccupped, picking up the soft brown bear with large twinkling eyes. Bucky snickered, wrapping his arm around you while placing the bear in the shopping cart on top of the other baby items you’d started buying.

“There, now he’s coming home with us, all better bubba?”

Bucky kissed your forehead, trailing down to your nose, and cheeks, finally cupping your face to kiss your lips,

“I’ll show you exactly how gorgeous I find you baby”

Your eyes widened, squealing when Bucky easily lifted you in his arms, pecking a kiss to your temple before carrying you over to the end of the bed. Bucky sat at the edge, with you seated between his legs, right across the mirror. His hands rubbed up and down your arms, while he retested his head on your shoulder, his soft blue eyes gazing into yours through the mirror reflection. His fingers trailed down, tugging at the hem of your shirt, your head shaking slightly when he tried to remove it.

“Buc-

“Baby please? I want to see all of you”

You sucked in a breath as he slipped it off, leaving you completely bare on his lap. His hands trailed down the sides of your thighs, moving down to your knees, parting them. You felt your face heat up, instinctively trying to close them but he held them apart, shaking his head.

“I love these thighs baby, so soft” He rubbed the soft flesh of your inner thighs before his hands skimmed over your belly, coming up to cup your swollen breasts.

“And these” His fingers brushed over your nipples, making you whimper, hardening under his touch. “These pretty tits? So warm, so full, so perfect to feed our babies, so sweet for me to suck on”

“You have the softest skin baby” You could feel your heart race, as he trailed kisses from your shoulder, moving your hair aside to kiss up the side of your neck.

“And this” His hands splayed over your baby bump, rubbing comforting circles over your growing bump, “is my favourite, sweet heart. You’ve never looked more gorgeous baby, if it were up to me, you’d always be barefoot, naked and pregnant”

Bucky’s hand started to trail down, a mischievous glint flashing across his baby blue eyes. He could feel your pulse race as he traced his tongue along your neck, nipping the sensitive skin making you squirm.

“Bucky…”

“Shhh, just relax babygirl, I’ll make you feel good mama” Bucky whispered, spreading your legs further, groaning at the slick that soaked your pussy, his fingers carefully moving up and down, spreading your arousal around. You moaned, while his wrapped his arm around your belly to keep you in place, his metal hand rubbing gentle circles onto your clit.

“You like that mama?” You nodded, your eyes squeezed shut, hands grasping onto his thighs as he started to rub faster, his cock leaking in his briefs.

“S’good baby, so good” Your head was thrown back on his shoulder, your chest heaving as Bucky bit his lip, he was sure he was going to cum in his pants just watching you. “Need more, I- fuck James- more” you moaned, your pussy clenching and fluttering around nothing, desperate to feel more.

Bucky smirked, pausing his ministrations to free his cock from his sweats, lifting your hips up to sink down onto his cock, stuffing you. You gasped, clenching around him, your brain short circuiting at how debauched everything looked in the mirror; you were completely naked, your legs spread, full of your husband’s cock while he had all his clothes on, his skin flushed, eyes dark from lust, his hands gripping your hips, keeping you in place with just his sweats pulled slightly down.

“Keep my cock warm baby, just stay still and relax, daddy’s got you”

Bucky continued playing with your clit, while sucking little dark bruises onto your neck, moaning at the feeling of your fluttering walls, clenching and squeezing around his cock. You cried out as he started rubbing tighter circles, warmth spreading throughout your body, your sensitive clit throbbing as he pressed his fingers down.

“J-James, fuck I’m gonna- gonna cum, don’t stop, I- oh fuckfuck!”

“I won’t stop, cum on my cock baby, let go, I got you, make a mess all over daddy”  Bucky’s cock throbbed in you, utterly soaked as you gushed around him, your eyes squeezed shut, your head thrown back onto his shoulder, nipples hardened as your climax came crashing over you.

“JAMES-daddydaddy, fuck daddy I- m’cumming” You gripped onto his thighs, moaning and whimpering on his lap, sweat covering your body, moaning feeling Bucky lick up your neck, nipping your ear lobe.

“Mmmm, you like making me a daddy, don’t you baby, so sexy with these pretty, swollen tits”

You nodded, panting, hardly able to move while Bucky groaned, his cock twitching in your wet heat, fighting himself not to absolute destroy his sweet little pregnant wife. He kissed your temple, before gently lifting you off his cock, and helping you lay down, covering you with the blankets.

“Baby, you didn’t finish” You slurred, your body still twitching from sensitivity while Bucky threw his clothes off before joining you under the covers. You gasped, moaning as Bucky pushed his cock back in from behind as he spooned you, his hand caressing your belly.

“Won’t control myself baby, this is all I need right now, get some rest doll”

*****

“Feel that Stevie?” Bucky grinned, taking his sons tiny hands and placing them on your tummy so he could feel the babies kicking. “That’s your brother and sister in there”

Steve looked at him with big curious eyes, his hands grasping at your belly, trying to feel more.

“You’re going to be a big brother soon bubs” Bucky smiled, cuddling his son in his arms while everyone sat around the living room watching your little one squirm out of Bucky’s hold to trying to walk, taking 2 steps before falling back on his bum.

“Have you guys decided on names yet?”

You nodded, rubbing your tummy, giggling watching Steve and Bucky toss your squealing baby to each other like a beach ball, feeling flutters against your hands.

“Tell them to hurry up y/n” Sam snorted, intervening and catching the mini super soldier, tickling his belly “We need more of these little ones”

There was still about two months left till your due date and the team was clearly more impatient for your babies to arrive than you were. The gifts had already started pouring in with a custom crib that was connected to FRIDAY, Terminator 1 and Terminator 2 onesies, a large comfy nursing chair and plenty of diapers.

*****

“Daddy can’t wait to meet you” Bucky whispered, his head resting on your belly, pressing soft kisses onto your skin, careful not to wake you while you slept. “I love you my little angels, and you’re gorgeous mama”

He looked up at you, while rubbing the side of your tummy, tears welling in his eyes when he thought of how you’d given him more than he could have ever asked for. You completed him in a way no one else could, you gave him a family the day he fell in love with you.

Just you were enough for him. Your kindness, your patience, your love was more than enough for him.  

Then you gave him his son and all the dreams he had of having a family from before the war were starting to come true. And now the twins.

Bucky carefully crawled up to lay beside you; his hand splayed across your tummy, the soothing ministrations calming the little ones from moving around. You shifted in your sleep, nuzzling closer to him, while he kissed your nose before cuddling you close to him.

“I love you y/n”

Just a few more weeks…

2 Months later

Steve cradled the little one to his chest as everyone sat around the waiting room, your pained screams carrying down the hallway. Bucky was right by your side as you cried out, holding your hand, telling you how much he loved you as best as he could without breaking down. He was excited for his babies, he really was but he forgot how much his heart broke when he saw you in this much pain giving birth to Steve.

“D-doing so good sweet heart, m’s-so proud of you mama” Bucky’s lip trembled, hardly able to hold himself together for much longer. You hissed, pushing again, tears streaking your face as you gripped onto Bucky’s hand.

“Almost there y/n, there’s the head” Dr. Cho encouraged you while you cried, the pressure through your lower half searing through you.  

“One more!”

*****

The team gathered around, immediate tears shed all around as they looked at the two tiny bundles wrapped up, one resting in your arms, the other in Bucky’s.

“Alright, what are the names, we have a betting pool going on” Sam grinned, as Bucky handed him his baby girl. “Hey little princess”

“Mhm, the stakes are high” Tony snorted, taking your new born son and cradling him in his arms.

You and Bucky smiled at each other before turning to the team, you’d picked the names without hesitation.

“Meet Samantha Winifred Barnes and Nathaniel Anthony Barnes”

Sam, Nat and Tony looked at you wide eyed while Steve grinned, giving his god son a tiny high five.

“Well I win, looks like we’re gonna be rich little man”

“Y-you won like 50 bucks c-capsicle” Tony rolled his eyes in an attempt to keep any tears from falling. Nat hugged you as best as she could, without squeezing too hard.

“Named after me, huh princess” Sam smiled down at your little baby sleeping peacefully in his arms, snuggling into his warmth. “Cutest little Samanatha ever”

“Tony?”

Tony coughed, playing off his sniffles, quickly wiping his eyes before turning back to you back Bucky. You giggled, leaning into Bucky’s chest as he held you, the coolness of his metal arm relaxing you.

“Will you be the God father?”

Tony nodded, not trusting himself to speak, looking down at his adorable little god son, his tiny hand grasping onto his finger. “Already taking after daddy’s strength” Tony smiled before handing him over to Nat, squealing at the chubby baby, snuggling into her arms.

“Alright, I won the bet, you’ve all cuddled them enough, let me see my babies” Steve scooped the twins in his arms, while Stevie jr peered his new siblings,

“I’m so happy angel, I love you so much doll” Bucky gazed down at you, softly kissing every inch of your face (immediately forgetting how his heart was breaking earlier, his mind already wandering to having another)

“I love you” You whispered, looking at your adorable growing family, full of snuggles, hugs and kisses. It was perfect. All Perfect.

*****

Bucky sniffled, holding his two tiny babies in his arms while you slept with Steve snuggled by your side, they were everything he’d dreamt of and more. He sat against the head board, with a little book in his hands, reading to them while they quietly cooed listening to their daddy’s voice, quickly falling asleep moments later.

“Taking after your mama, she loves books too” Bucky chuckled, carefully lifting them and setting them in their crib; taking Steve to his after. He slipped back into bed, pulling you close to snuggle with him, doing his best to kiss you without waking you up. Which he failed at because one kiss wasn’t enough for his adorable perfect wife. The mother of his kids. His absolute everything. You deserved all the kisses.

Your eyes peeked open, meeting Bucky’s curious twinkling eyes, his adorable innocent puppy expression being a dead giveaway his brain was up to something.  

“What you thinking Buck?”

Bucky sheepishly smiled at you, his hand slipping under your sleep shirt, softly rubbing your tummy. You playfully rolled your eyes already knowing where his thoughts were headed.

“Maybe we can have one more?”

Part 1: Wait, what?

Part 2: Wait, what? 2

Part 3: I do (again) Wait, what? 3

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[midnightcinderella]

My favs when their s/o gets love potioned

Inspired by this post! In case the link is broken, I’ve reblogged it so it’ll be right below this post on my blog!

3/18/23: Did some editing, added some things to hopefully flesh things out a bit and make it easier to understand

Characters (word count): Trey (800), Leona (700), Silver (600)

Summary: Basically a love potion explodes in your face during class and the first person you lay eyes on after that is not your boyfriend, though that’s of no concern to the potion. Neither he nor the new object of your affections is too jazzed about it

Notes: no gendered pronouns for reader, some jealousy based fluff

Trey Clover

Of course. Of course it had to be someone from his own dorm you saw after the potion incident

Originally he’d been planning to keep an eye on you anyway, but now it seemed he didn’t have a choice. You kept a vice grip on Cater’s arm, preventing him from fleeing the Heartslabyul kitchen

“Are you hungry, honey? I know you don’t like sweets so how about I make us some sandwiches?”

Rip his heart out, why don’t you?

He just barely suppressed the grief from showing on his face upon hearing the pet name meant for him used on Cater

When Trey turned to meet Cater’s gaze, all he could do was shoot him a sheepish grin, wiggling his arm in your grip in hopes that Trey would see that he was being held captive

Whether it was because you noticed that he wanted to be let go or because you needed both hands to make sandwiches was unknown to either of them, but you let Cater go anyway

Cater moved to leave but you called him back, saying you were almost done

At Cater’s excuse that he was busy and had plans, you replied that you chose that time to hang out with him because you knew he would be free

The boys were unsure whether they were impressed with your planning or concerned that you managed to learn Cater’s schedule in such a short time

Sandwiches made and grin on your face, you dragged Cater to eat outside with you in the warm sunshine, leaving your poor boyfriend behind to quietly bake for the dorm’s next tea party :(

His phone dinged while he was busy waiting for the pastries to bake and feeling sorry for himself. It was a Magicam notification

You’d just posted two pictures captioned “#TogetherForever”

The first was a tasteful shot of the sandwiches you’d made and the second was a selfie of you and Cater, pressed cheek to cheek with matching grins on your faces

Trey sighed. Cater never could resist a good photo op

In the garden, you were scrolling through your phone. “Look, Cater! We’ve already got so many comments!”

“You posted it?” he asked in disbelief. Trey was going to kill him. Or worse, mess with his meals

“Yeah!” you laughed, not noticing the disparity between your moods as you read through the comments

They were all confused. When had you and Trey broken up, they asked.

What?

As you stared at the comments, wondering why they all mentioned Trey, the fog blocking a part of your brain began to clear

You were dating Trey, not Cater

You called Cater honey. Right in front of Trey

Oh shit

Without a word, you jumped to your feet and rushed toward the kitchen where you hoped your beloved still was

You only made it a few steps, however, before turning on your heel and coming back to snag your uneaten sandwich

You’d just finished the last bite when you reached the kitchen and sighed in relief when you saw that Trey was still there

He was scrolling through his phone, only noticing you when you got close

Given no time to process what was happening, Trey let out a grunt as you barrelled into him, squishing his arms to his sides as you hugged him tight

“Trey! Honey, I’m so sorry!” You were hiding your face in his shoulder, unable to see his face as you babbled one apology after another

In the middle of you swearing up and down that whatever you did with Cater wasn’t real, he wiggled one arm out of your grasp and held up a hand to stop you

Your blood ran cold at the feeling of him breaking away from you and you were almost afraid to look at him

Trey called your name softly and you finally met his eyes, terrified of what you might find. What if he was really upset?

Though you found no anger in his expression, you were still uneasy, not knowing what he was feeling

“I get a get out of jail free card for this,” was all he said. You nodded readily, pursing your lips. “Then all is forgiven.”

You planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek and held him tighter, wailing about how you’d never leave his side again

He didn’t even need to ask you to take down the pictures you took with Cater; you did it as soon as you let him go

The very next day, you posted a picture of a honey cake captioned, “With all my love to my sweet baker <3″

The comments were once again flooded with confused people, wondering if you’d thought the previous day was April Fool’s day or something

Leona Kingscholar

How weird that you were seeing Leona everywhere today, you thought

Unable to take your attention off of Jack for more than a moment, you didn’t notice that it was no coincidence

You also didn’t notice how Leona’s jaw clenched or how his tongue clicked whenever you had any interaction with Jack

What you did notice, however, was the way Jack would glance nervously behind you every so often

You’d turned to look once or twice but never saw anyone looking to do either of you harm. It was just Leona and neither of you had done anything to piss him off

“Come to the Mystery Shop with me, Jackie!” you said, pulling him along by the hand. You started off in the opposite direction of where Leona was leaning against a wall

“Wha- Can’t you shop on your own?” he asked. He glanced behind him to see Leona standing up straight once again to follow

“I could, but I really want you to come with me,” you said. “No one will mess with me if you’re there.”

“Do people mess with you often?” he asked. You nodded, not looking back

“Yeah. Some of them try to prank me, others try to flirt. It’s a headache every time.”

Jack hadn’t known about this. When he looked to Leona, it seemed the lion beastman was in the same boat

Jack had never been the best at identifying emotions, even less so when it came to inexpressive people, but Leona wore the most unreadable expression he’d seen yet

Finally, after a moment of Jack wondering if he should block or dodge, Leona nodded his chin forward, telling him to go with you

With Leona’s blessing, Jack kept your pace all the way to the shop

As you browsed the shelves, a voice in your head nagged at you that something was wrong

It wouldn’t stop and became unbearable to the point that you put the can of tuna back in its place and looked around you in all directions to prove to the voice that you were fine, there was no one in sight but you and Jack

See? You were perfectly safe. But still the voice wouldn’t shut up

It was relentless, screaming at you that you were in an unnatural situation, that you didn’t belong here. You couldn’t even focus on reading the product labels anymore

Instead you told Jack that you could shop another time and that you wanted to hang out by Savanaclaw’s pool for a bit

Which is how Jack found himself lying right beside the pool with you cuddling up to him

The sound of the water gently lapping at the edge of the pool was his only solace as he watched Leona pretend to nap nearby on a lounge chair

You laid you head on Jack’s arm, accepting that you would just have to be content with what you were given

You tapped your finger gently on his vest, right where you’d originally wanted to rest your head

He’d denied you when you asked and you gave him your best puppy dog eyes, hoping to change his mind

Unfortunately for Jack, he couldn’t tell the difference between puppy dog eyes and the look of someone about to cry

Worried that you were going to start the waterworks at any time, he offered you his arm instead

You stopped your tapping and laid your hand flat on his chest

“Jackie,” you said softly. He turned to look at you gazing at him sweetly as you laughed. “Your heart is beating so fast.”

A moment later, your world turned on its axis as a pair of arms hooked under you and hauled you into the air

Spluttering in surprise, you looked to Jack just in time to see Leona plant his boot on his hip

With no deliberation, he pushed Jack right into the pool

“Leo! What do you think you’re doing?!” And suddenly you stopped. Why had you called him Leo? And why wasn’t he annoyed by the new nickname?

One by one, the memories returned to you. Leo wasn’t a new nickname. You’d been calling him that since you started dating

“Leo,” you said again, this time looking at him as if you’d met him for the first time in years

“Welcome back, bunny,” he said, and you could feel his voice rumble through his chest. “We’ve got some naps to catch up on.”

Silver

This wasn’t funny. This wasn’t funny At All

Of all the people you could have seen after the potion exploded in your face, it had to be his father?

Well, he supposed it could have been worse. If it had to be any other Diasomnia student, he guessed he was glad it was Lilia

If it had been Sebek, he’d fear that his brusque mannerisms might hurt your feelings

And if it had been Malleus.... Sebek would be even more likely to hurt your feelings, he thought

Still, he couldn’t say it was pleasant watching his love fawn over his father the way you were doing

He was able to convince Malleus to spend more time with Lilia today so that he could keep an eye on you, much to Sebek’s outrage

“Silver! How dare you try to order our lord around just to selfishly spend time with your partner!”

Malleus only laughed and told Sebek to settle down, that Silver was only worried about you since you were affected by a potion

Though, if he were to be even more honest, he’d admit that was worried about you as well. Humans weren’t so hardy as fae and he wasn’t sure what exactly was in the potion

So now the three of them sat in the lounge watching as you giggled at all the attention Lilia was showering upon you, each with different feelings on the situation: annoyance, amusement, and disgust

Lilia chuckled, gently patting your head as you twirled the flower he’d given you between your fingers

It was plucked from one of the vases in the lounge, but it was the thought that counted, right?

You couldn’t seem to see that the affection he was giving you was the same that he’d given Silver when he was a young boy

Or perhaps you didn’t want to see it, just pleased to have him smiling at you and giving you gifts

Still, all daydreams must come to an end. Yours did when, with a lighthearted laugh, Lilia told you that you reminded him of a little boy he used to take care of

Little? You were here thinking he was flirting back while he saw it as babysitting?

Ouch

Suddenly feeling very embarrassed, you put the flower into the nearest vase and gave Lilia a flimsy excuse about homework as you readied to leave

Happening to catch Silver’s gaze on your way out, you made your way over to him, ready to tell him what had just happened

“You don’t see me as a little kid, right? You take me seriously?”

Silver, patient as he’d always been, assured you that you were not childlike (at least not to the point that anyone would treat you like a child) and that everyone took you and your feelings seriously

“He was just teasing you,” he said, smoothing down your hair

Just as you were about to ask once again if he was sure, you raised your head to see him smiling at you

This smile was one reserved for you and you alone

But how did you know that?

And why was your first thought when you saw him to go to him for comfort? How had you known he would comfort you?

And why was he doing it so gently?

Without you even knowing that your expression had changed, Silver patted your head again

“It’s ok,” he said, and you knew he wasn’t just talking about the way Lilia teased you

He’d watched over you

He’d comforted you when you got upset over something silly

He’d forgiven you before you could even apologize

“Silver,” you said, lip wobbling

Rather than say anything else, he simply pulled you into his arms, his muscles relaxing at having you right where you belonged

You nuzzled into his shoulder and if he felt the tears soaking into his jacket, he didn’t mention them

[charlewiss]

one-word november prompts!

so I decided I wanted to write a lil something every day for the whole month. don't know if i'll be able to make it to the end but it'll be a fun to try!

masterlist

| 1. hoodie

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: why seeing you wearing his clothes made his heart race like that? why you couldn't stop smiling after realising it smelled like him?

| 2. secret

pairing: arthur leclerc x gasly!reader

summary: "did you know that your brother was dating my sister?"

| 3. rain

pairing: george russell x reader

summary: the rain had caught you unprepared. luckily, he lived close.

| 4. social

pairing: pierre gasly x reader

summary: he was a social butterfly and you were quite the opposite. how do you manage to sort it out?

| 5. reunion

pairing: mick schumacher x vettel!reader

summary: it's been 5 years since you had seen mick. what changed? what stayed the same?

| 6. tourist

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

summary: seeing australia through his eyes was something else.

| 7. sunrise

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

summary: he needed to take his mind off the silly season. you couldn't sleep.

| 8. hide

pairing: charles leclerc x gasly!reader

summary: charles and you were seeing eachother for quite some time, but still couldn't quite figure out how to tell your brother, pierre. (and maybe you don't need to)

| 9. airport

pairing: george russell x reader

summary: trying to get home was never more difficult. maybe it was for a reason after all.

| 10. weight

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

summary: the season has been too tough on your boyfriend. you decide it's time to take some weight off him.

inspired by know you (708) by with confidence.

| 11. dream

pairing: pierre gasly x reader

summary: you've been avoiding him since your dream two nights ago. he isn't happy about it.

| 12. special

pairing: george russell x reader

summary: he's been dying to show you how special you could feel with him by your side. if only you would stop dating idiots that waste your time, he thought.

| 13. necklace

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: little taylor swift reference. he can't stop thinking about you wearing his initial on a chain around your neck.

| 14. nephew

pairing: george russell x reader

summary: george had been begging you to meet his nephews, but you had plenty of doubts: what if they didn't like you?

| 15. win

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

summary: first win for the prettiest boy. you've been there since day 0.

| 16. midnight

pairing: pierre gasly

summary: kiss me on new year's eve as the timer counts down and the clock hits 12 (inspired by this post)

| 17. pet

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

summary: your boyfriend is a known dog person, and you love angie very dearly. but you met a little tiny friend and you just can't avoid the little kitten.

| 18. sober

pairing: pierre gasly x reader

summary: after a night out with pierre, he pleads: 'please, can you repeat it when I'm sober? I want to remember it'

| 19. wonder

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: being the hopeless romantic that you are, you've been dreaming about your special other your whole life. you're talking to your best friend pierre about the dream guy. what if you already knew him?

| 20. jealousy

pairing: arthur leclerc x reader

summary: he had always been second best to everyone but you.

| 21. score

pairing: pierre gasly x reader

summary: the four times he made you flustered and the one time you hit him back.

| 22. eyes

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

summary: you had never seen such pretty eyes before.

| 23. closer

pairing: charles leclerc x reader (forced proximity)

summary: you were scared of elevators. perfect timing when you two got trapped in one.

| 24. question

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

summary: too many unanswered questions and one drink too many

| 25. sick

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: he's feeling sick, so you take care of him.

| 26. promise

pairing: pierre gasly x reader

summary: some promises are made. some are broken. for the worst or for the better?

| 27. camera

pairing: felipe drugovich x reader

summary: he liked to take pictures before as a side hobbie apart from racing. but now that he found his muse, he's been hiding more often behind the lense.

| 28. rings

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

summary: young and in love. why would u wait any longer?

inspired by paper rings by taylor swift

| 29. interview

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reporter!reader

summary: he didn't want to be disrespectful, but he could stop looking at you.

| 30. surprise

pairing: george russell x reader

summary: it was his birthday and you couldn't be there. or could you?