#cover up those shoulders you’re distracting all the boys /ref

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

what a fucking Creature

[hermannsthumb]

HORNY NEWT/HERMANN ASKS IVE GOTTEN since october PART TWO (there are like 50 here)

part one found here

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SECTION A: BIG DICK HERMANN

Anonymous said: (in ref to this fic) As ;) revenge ;) for Hermann lovingly teasing Newt about Newt's nature show as a child, Newt finds a safari hat and pretends to film a segment on The Rare and Lovely Hermann Mathematician. Stuff like "Much of the Hermann's appearance is used to attract a mate: his elegantly angular bone structure, his soft and brown doe eyes, his beautifully pale complexion, his impossibly long limbs, his thin frame perfect for cuddling and carrying, his enormous cock..." "NEWTON!" "You started this!"

Anonymous said: Okay but the first time Newt saw Hermann's dick, Newt came in his pants a little because Newt is a damn size queen and Hermann is hung asf. Newt just can't stop imagining pinning Hermann to the bed and riding that giant cock. Hermann doesn't even know that his dick is huge until Newt tells him it is. "Jeez, no wonder you wear those baggy grandpa pants. It must be a fucking hassle to find pants that fit comfortably over this behemoth."

Anonymous said: Newt convinces Hermann to wear short shorts while Hermann does yoga. Newt's shorts are a little baggy on Hermann, but Newt is still getting quite an eyeful (the shorts can't contain Hermann's massive dick. It's true and we both know it. Also Hermann has to wear extra soft tank tops when he does yoga, because of his extremely sensitive nipples)

SECTION B: roleplay.........

Anonymous said: (re: any number of herm centric sickfic/hospital fic ive written LOL i cant remember which) As soon as Hermann's all better, Newt still insists that Hermann take it easy. Newt puts on a slutty little nurse uniform and orders Hermann to "Please just lie back, Dr. Gottlieb. I believe a ~very thorough~ examination is in order. Just to be safe, of course." "Of course." "Poor dear! Are you nervous? Do you need to hold my hand?"

Anonymous said: Newmann and roleplay. Newt loves how passionate Hermann is about space. So Newt dresses up as a sexy alien (because of course Newt would) and asks Hermann (the very handsome human space explorer) to please undress. "My race is very curious to about human anatomy, Dr. Gottlieb. And with such an aesthetically pleasing specimen! Oh, how can I resist? Please? It's for science."

Anonymous said: One of the nicest surprises after they're married is that they both still have wet dreams about each other. Newt grinds up against Hermann's cute flat ass like "Oh, Professor Gottlieb, I'm so sorry! Please, I'll do anything to earn your forgiveness!"; and Hermann rubs his big dick against Newt's lovely bubble butt like "Oh, thank you, Doctor Geiszler, you're so kind to me! Please use me however you wish!" (Newt has a sexy professor kink and Hermann has a Newt controlling him kink.)

Anonymous said: Newt (greaser au or otherwise) SO has a thing for Hermann as a librarian. “Hermann, can I please dress you up as a slutty librarian? And then I’ll fuck you as hard as you like, as an apology. You know, because I’m a terrible patron. I’ve never returned a book on time, and I have a nasty habit of dog earrings pages.” “Is that so?” “Honestly, I don’t know WHY you put up with me. Don’t you want to give me a chance to make it up to you? I’m the ;)best;) at apologies.”

Anonymous said: I read your most recent newmann Halloween fic, and I *LOVE* the idea of them roleplaying with Hermann as the slutty little lab aid who needs Dr. Geiszler's firm hand to guide him. I can just imagine! "Mr. Gottlieb, would you like to explain why I caught you in the lab with your hand down your pants?" "Dr. Geizsler, I'm so sorry! *Please* don't report me!"

Anonymous said: I love that Newt says he loves dressing slutty for Hermann. That's such a Newt thing to say. Also, please consider Newt dressing as a slutty schoolgirl for Hermann. "Professor Gottlieb, PLEASE! I'll do anything to pass this class! I'm sorry for being so disruptive! I just wanted to get your attention. It's not my fault, Professor! I get all these naughty thoughts about you and then I can't concentrate!"

Anonymous said: Another anons have mentioned Newt having a professor kink, but you know what else Newt has? An ego. So sometimes, NEWT is the professor. So sometimes Hermann will come to Newt. & Hermann's dressed like a proper British schoolboy. & Hermann's like "Professor Geiszler, *PLEASE* dont fail me! I'll earn extra credit ~however~ I can!" & Hermann bats his long beautiful eyelashes. & Newt's like "Well, come here and prove your eagerness to learn, Mr. Gottlieb." And Hermann is a good, obedient schoolboy.

Anonymous said: omg. that ask that referenced phantom of the opera. newt donning a mask and cape and entering the bedroom like "my dearest hermann...i have come to steal you away" "have you now?" "yes! you shall be mine and mine alone forever!" "oh, how positively dreadful" "you will come with me now! come with me and let me ravish you as you deserve to be ravished!" and hermann is so fondly amused. "oh dear, i suppose i have no choice. i'll do whatever you ask of me, mr. phantom, sir."

SECTION C: Newt’s Butt

Anonymous said: Newton using his adorable bubble butt to his advantage. Bending over in from of Hermann. Asking Hermann to get something from his (Newt's) back pocket (because "sorry, my hands are full"). Newt's favorite way to tease Hermann is to ask "Can you check my butt for panty lines? My jeans are really tight, and I wore those panties you really like, and I just wanna make sure they aren't visible. *bends over to display his butt* Make sure you're REAL thorough when you check."

Anonymous said: NEWTON: Imma get "Property of Hermann" tattooed on my ass. // HERMANN: Please don't. // NEWTON: I'm not gonna, lol. I just wanted to see your reaction. But seriously - this? *smacks his own ass* Is totally your property, babe.

vitamine-dude said: Chalk anon is good.... Also... Hermann slapping Newt's ass with the palm of his hand covered in chalk... 👀 😂

Anonymous said: Hermann has a love-hate relationship with Newt's skinny jeans. He loves them because his Newty got a booty, but also? How is poor Hermann supposed to get any work done with such a lovely distraction? "Aw, poor Herms! Is my ass keeping you from your work? Maybe my butt need to be taught a lesson. You could always use your big sexy hands." "You could at least TRY to be subtle!"

SECTION D: HERMANN’S butt

Anonymous said: Hermann can never wear his skinny jeans out in public because Hermann in skinny jeans renders Newt incapable of keeping his grabby little hands off Hermann's cute little butt.

Anonymous said: Hermann can't get over how gorgeous and adorable Newt looks in his sexy-slutty little Oktoberfest dirndl. "Newton, your skirts just BARELY cover your rear!" "How's that a problem? Yesterday you said my ass was, and I quote, 'plump and perfectly round'." "You are still being indecent!" "Aww, what are you gonna do? Put me over your knee? By the way, is that something I can do to you? Will your leg be okay if I put you over my knee? Because I'd *LOVE* to spank your adorable little flat butt."

SECTION E: you guys are ALSO really horny for hermann’s nips (no judgement whatsoever...very *chefs kiss*

Anonymous said: The moment Newt discovers how sensitive Hermann's nipples are, Newt is merciless. Newt will just spend his sweet time nosing at and nuzzling and licking and kissing and nibbling at Hermann's nipples. Meanwhile, poor Hermann is a panting, writhing mess, just begging Newt to please touch him where he needs to be touched. "Oh, Hermann! All this just from me playing with your cute little nipples? You're adorable. Oh, such a sweet, needy boy, aren't you?"

Anonymous said: Hermann wear baggy shirts and sweaters because he has sensitive nipples. If his shirts are too tight, then he can't concentrate on anything besides the feel of the fabric against his nipples. Once he and Newt get together, and Newt figures this out, Newt is always trying to get Hermann to wear tight shirts, at least in their quarters/apartment/house. Also, Newt likes to tease Hermann by tying him to the bed and running a feather over Hermann's nipples.

Anonymous said: Once newmann get together, it doesn't take long for Newt to figure out how sensitive Hermann's nipples are, a fact that Newt very happily exploits. Newt's such a little shit about it too. He'll run his tongue of Hermann's nipples until Hermann is writhing uncontrollably and begging Newt to please PLEASE fuck him already. "I dunno, babe, you seem awfully worked up. Maybe I should wait until you've calmed down a little." "Newton, PLEASE!" (1/2) (2/2) Also Newt loves to tease Hermann about this. "Alright, whatever you say, baby. Such a sensitive boy, aren't you? Seriously, all I have to do is LOOK at your cute little nipples and you start begging me to please fuck your cute little ass." "Newton!" "No need to blush, we both know it's true. Now come on, legs over my shoulders, that's it, that's a good boy."

SECTION F: more dominant/possessive (like in a sexy way) newt

Anonymous said: Hermann really really loves bottoming/submitting from time to time. Just letting Newt pick him up and move him so Newt can have his way with Hermann. Especially when it comes to roleplaying scenes where Newt says things like "You're too pretty to be such a naughty slut." and "You're being so good, taking me so well, you're such a good boy." and "You're always wound so tight, let's see if we can't fuck some of that stress out of you, handsome."

Anonymous said: One of Hermann's biggest kinks? Having Newt fuck him good and hard, while Newt says things like " 'Dr. Gottlieb', ha! Anyone with any observational skills at all knows you by your more appropriate title: Dr. Geiszler's precious, pretty little sweetheart. You're a brilliant scientist and mathematician, obviously, but you're also obviously MINE. Do you hear me, Hermann? You're my pretty boy. Just mine. I don't share my beautiful, brilliant boy with anyone. You're all mine."

Anonymous said: Hermann doesn't actually WANT to be caught, but he loves the idea, the sexy little fantasy, of someone seeing him being fucked hard by Newt, because he loves being Newt's and having everyone know that he's Newt's. Newt teases him about it sometimes. "Aw, you big softie! You just want everyone to know that you're mine, that's so sweet. Maybe I'll start writing 'Property of Newt' on the back of all your pants. Then everyone will know that the world's prettiest mathematician is mine and mine alone"

Anonymous said: Whenever they have to get a hotel room or make a reservation at a restaurant, Hermann always puts the reservation under the name "Hermann Geiszler", because he knows it's the easiest way to get Newt to fuck him good and hard. Newt loves it. "You may still be Hermann Gottlieb legally, but in reality? You're absolutely Hermann Geiszler. You're my man, my husband, my pretty boy. Only mine, right?" "Yes, of course, only yours." "Good boy, Hermann. Now let's get you undressed."

SECTION G: miscellaneous

Anonymous said: Precursor Hermann, but Newt does believe for a second that Hermann would leave him without so much as a goodbye. Newt's all "Look, whatever forces are possessing the love of my life! Hermann is a gentleman! He might be a cranky, irritable, bitchy old dude, but he would NEVER leave me without saying so! Hermann just doesn't operate like that! So! Y'all wanna get out of my man, or do I need to fuck you outta him? I mean, he's getting fucked by me anyway; I just wanna know the order of events here"

Anonymous said: omg if hermann ever said the word "dude", newt would just immediately drop to his knees and ask hermann if he could pretty please unzip his pants and let newt suck his dick pretty pretty please

Anonymous said: (re: this comic) That comic reminded me of one of my fave newmann headcanons: after their first time having sex together, Hermann is utterly MORTIFIED because he was so damn loud. Honestly, Hermann always thought screaming during sex was an exaggeration. Then he had sex with Newt. And he learned that it is NOT an exaggeration. "Newton, oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!" "Sorry?! Baby, are you sorry? That was so hot. Imma work to make you scream again and again and again and again forever."

Anonymous said: Hermann USED to wear boxers, but Newt insists on Hermann wearing tighty-whiteys because "I don't want your underwear covering any more of your sexy legs than is necessary. I gotta have those hot supermodel legs exposed, baby. They demand to be groped."

Anonymous said: (re: this fic i think....) Newt-on-painkillers asks a nurse "Hey, where's the hottie with the sexy sharp cheekbones?" & the nurse is like "He stepped out to get you a snack. I didn't understand everything he said, but he definitely mentioned some kind of German pastry." "Holy shit, he's the perfect man." (When Hermann finally gets to take Newt home, Newt's in the passenger seat all "As soon as we're in our bedroom, I'm gonna ride your dick so good, baby. No amount of painkillers could make me forget how to fuck you good."

Anonymous said: Ur fic abt newmann making a porn reminded me of 1 of my fav newmann headcanons: Newt loves to tease Hermann abt what a successful porn star he (H) would be. "Oh, just think of how much money I could make frm recording u: sexy physicist fingers himself! Adorable scientist begs to be fucked! Pretty lil mathematician begs for permission to come! Willowy scientist gets his nipples played with&wakes up the entire country with his slutty lil screams! Scientist presents his ass for a thorough fucking!"

Anonymous said: (no additonal commentary required) Newt: I'm young, dumb, and full of cum!

Anonymous said: Hermann managing to fuck the Precursors out of Newton, who tries to have Hermann awarded some sort of medal of valor.

Anonymous said: One time Newmann tried switching it up, having Newt ignore Hermann while Hermann pleasured Newt. It didn't work because Newt has no self control and he wouldn't stop petting Hermann's hair and moaning and hollering about how good and pretty and perfect Hermann is.

Anonymous said: (re i think this fic? i write so much hospital bedside fic...) The first time they have sex after Newt's finally been released from medical, Hermann is just all kinds of sweet and gentle with him. "Is this too much, darling?" and "Calm yourself, liebling. Let me do the work." and "Slow down, sweet boy. You're going to hurt yourself." Eventually Newt's like "I'm not gonna break, babe! Lemme just..." "Shh, next time you can be as rough as you want with me." "Promise?" "I promise." "Next time I'm gonna fuck you so hard, baby."

Anonymous said: Newton making it his new job to make sure that Hermann has ALL of his needs seen to is my new jam. Like, he's still objectively obnoxious but now with a side order of willingness to fuck his math husband raw whenever he asks for it.

Anonymous said: Newt riding Hermann's dick and, between sighs & moans & gasps, saying all the sappy lovey-dovey things he wants with Hermann. "We're gonna have a cute little cottage somewhere secluded with lots of cats! And I'll chop plenty of firewood to keep you warm! I'll be your personal lumberjack! All I'll provide you with all the beautiful dresses and warm clothes you could ever need! And we'll have a huge library! And you'll want for nothing!" And Hermann's just like "Yes, that sounds perfect, darling."

Anonymous said: Newt bending Hermann over a desk/their bed. Gently petting Hermann's hair and softly kissing Hermann's shoulderblades. All while he (Newt) pounds into Hermann's sexy flat ass. "Hermann baby you feel so good I love you so much I love all your little gasps and moans and how you can't keep your hips still and you're always so beautiful but this is the beauty that only I get to see when you're a wild moaning mess oh god you're gonna get the nicest bath after this get you all cleaned up for bedtime."

Anonymous said: (re: this ask) Oh man imagine how absolutely slutty Newton would get on Snapchat if he thought that Hermann wasn't picking up what he was laying down (meanwhile Hermann is going through multiple boxes of tissues because of the constant blood nose, he's constantly in a state of arousal, everything reminds him of Newton, just hearing the Snapchat notification is enough to turn him on).

Anonymous said: Newt usually loves parties, but once he and Hermann get together, he always passes on new year's parties. Like, why go to a new year's party when he could instead ring in the new year by fucking Hermann senseless? And of course spoiling him in all kinds of soft sweet ways as well.

Anonymous said: NEWT: "Hermann, babe, I know you're not as into Halloween as I am, but do I still get my Halloween ;)treat;) from you?" HERMANN: "...You might, if I had any idea what you're referring to." NEWT: "Ugh, how can you be so smart, and still so clueless? I want to blow you!" HERMANN: "Oh! Well, far be it from me to object..." NEWT: "But I wanna dress you up first! Because it's in the Halloween spirit, and also I found an extra lacy corset that I really REALLY wanna see you in!" Also, Newt's biggest weakness in regards to Hermann in corsets, is Hermann in corsets with big bows on the lower back. Newt loves anything that draws attention to Hermann's precious, perfect flat butt.

Anonymous said: A while ago you said something about Newt having both a praise kink AND a shame kink, and I think Hermann would be perfect at fulfilling Newt's needs there. "Newton, you're such a sweet and pretty boy. Why do you insist on acting like such a little tart?" and "There we are, darling. Can you come for me like the sweet, filthy boy you are?" and "You're such a darling little slut."

Anonymous said: Newt totally gets panties that say "Property of Doctor Hermann Gottlieb"

[styleslot]

Champion

You found him sitting in the locker room, the sounds of the crowd outside dulled by the hefty door. He always took this time alone, a couple moments before each fight, to get out of his head and focus on the task at hand. Tonight was a big one, the championship that could either make or break his career. None of the fights in the past meant anything now. This was a win that he needed, and he wouldn’t stop until he had it.

“H?” you spoke softly, not wanting to startle him and screw with his whole concentration routine.

His head lifted and his eyes searched until they found you standing at the end of the row of lockers. Your hands were tucked behind your back, waiting for a reaction from him. Sometimes he welcomed your presence before a fight, sometimes he just needed to be completely alone. His outstretched arm gesturing to you answered your question before you even had a chance to ask. With a timid grin, you walked alongside the benches and slid into the spot next to him, his arm resting over your waist. But he still wasn’t satisfied.

“Come up on my lap yeah?”

You didn’t have to think twice before lifting yourself into his lap, sitting sideways. Harry sat with a satisfied grin on his face, curling his arm around your waist and resting his wrapped hand on the top of your thigh.

“You’re feeling ready?” you asked, running a hand through his fluffy brown locks.

“As ready as I can yeah,” he let out a breath. “Are you here to give me that extra push of good luck?”

“I mean I could,” you giggled out softly, letting your arm go around his shoulders. “I’ve never been one to shy away from a kiss.”

He looked at you for a moment, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “Well I was thinking more than a kiss…”

For a moment you stared before it finally clicked in your brain what he meant. “H, I’m not giving you a blowjob.”

“Baby,” he pouted.

“Hey,” you raised both of your eyebrows up. “You know I’m not the quiet type.”

“So?”

“So… I also know you’re not a fan of silence.”

His teeth let go of his lip to allow it to jut out in a pout. You rolled your eyes slightly and shook your head.

“We’ll celebrate after… promise…”

“Even if I lose?” he questioned, holding up his pinky.

“Even if you lose. Which we already know won’t happen.”

Locking your pinkies together, he kissed over your knuckle and kissed over your cheek.

“Do I still get that good luck kiss though?”

“I suppose,” you played it off like nothing, but made the strong move of grabbing his cheeks with both of your hands and leaning down, pressing your lips together with his.

You could feel the slight bump left of a scar from a previous fight as you indulged him for a moment. There was a part of you that liked to think that your intimacy with him beforehand did indeed help with his performance, but you had to openly admit to yourself that your boyfriend was an amazing and talented fighter all on his own.

Standing up off of his lap, you checked the time on your phone. 6:50. 10 minutes before the whole thing started.

“I’m going to go out there, but you’re going to do absolutely amazing alright? Don’t get in your head, get in his.”

Harry looked up at you, rubbing over his knuckles that remained wrapped in tape. “Yes ma’am.”

***

Harry threw his fist one last time, clocking his already debilitated opponent right in the jaw. You watched as the man fell to the ground, his body done. You knew it. You knew Harry had just won.

The ref called it and walked over to Harry, hoisting his arm in the air. The crowd was deafening around you as you jumped to your feet, cheering for your boyfriend who stood drenched in sweat and looking hotter than ever. Harry’s head fell back in relief, a giant grin spreading across his face, revealing his neon pink mouth guard just before he pulled it out, blowing out a deep breath.

His chest heaved up and down, and his eyes finally popped open, scanning around the floor around the ring, knowing you would be around somewhere. His eyes finally locked with yours. You were grinning brightly, your hands clasped in front of your mouth. Harry had stopped paying attention to those around him, his body shaking with each rough pat on the back from the other men on his team.

He looked content and finally at peace as the large belt was wrapped around his waist. There were photographs being taken from every angle, but he was more focused on you. The second he could get away from it all, he was hopping out of the ring and pushing through, making a beeline to you. It was a short distance, but the cheering fans held him back. He was too distracted to stop at the moment, but he did anyways, messily signing over some of their merchandise before continuing on.

Harry reached you, his eyes locked onto yours as his bruised hands reached out and grabbed a hold onto your waist. His grip was tight as he pulled you against him, and in the moment, you didn’t care that he was covered in sweat and had blood leaked from a minor cut on his forehead. The kiss was rough and eager, telling you through the passionate action that this was only the beginning.

***

His hands roamed your torso in the car on the way back to the hotel. He was practically bouncing in the seat, the high of winning the fight and having all the positive attention on him feeding his lust towards you. You felt the pads of his thick fingers pressing against the insides of your thighs, teasing with a mix of gentle and hard touches. There was one point where you knew there would be small finger bruises left the next morning. Grabbing his hand off of your thigh, the car came to a halt outside of your hotel. He was quick to get out, practically pulling you out of the car like a horny teenage boy.

“H, slow down,” you laughed slightly, brushing your skirt off as you two walked up into the lobby.

At this point, he wasn’t stopping for anyone or anything. And neither were you. You were just as eager. The minute the elevator doors clicked shut, he backed you into the corner, his hands gripping at your hips firmly and his lips pressing against yours. If you hadn’t pushed him back when the doors opened on your floor, the poor girls who were coming on as an exchange for your getting off would have seen a less than welcoming sight.

His tongue was continuously licking over his lips as you tugged him down the hall to the suite at the end, fishing the card out of your purse and swiping it to unlock the room. Harry’s hands had found your hips again, pushing you in through the open door and quickly shutting and locking it behind the two of you.

“You don’t wanna shower first?” you asked, an innocent question that you already knew the answer to.

“Showered at the gym,” he responded rather fast, his fingers picking at themselves. He was trying to keep himself under control, but the animalistic look in his eye was giving too much away for you not to know what he was really thinking.

“So are you just gonna stand there or are you going to come over here and fuck me?” It was so… casually spoken that Harry had to take a moment to capture what you had said and process it.

In a sudden burst, he lunged to you and grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it off over your head in a single swift movement while walking your caught off guard stature back into the bedroom. You nearly fell over your own feet, the cool air of the room causing goosebumps to prick up over your stomach. Harry’s large fingers felt up your sides, standing over you as the backs of your legs hit the end of the bed. Before you could fall, one of his hands cupped over your lower back and held you up while his neck ducked his head down so his lips could connect to the hinge of your jaw. Your eyes fluttered closed at the contact, grabbing onto the outer sides of his upper arms. You didn’t really know what to do in the moment, all you really could do was let him have full control.

His hand that rested on your lower back, slowly moved up, finding the clasp of your bra. You could feel him fumbling around with it, a frustrated huff falling from his lips as he pulled back and peered over your shoulder to see what he was doing wrong.

“H, lemme do it,” you murmured, reaching your arms behind you to assist him.

The clasp came undone, and Harry grabbed the straps, pulling them down your arms. You quickly let the bra fall to the floor, grabbing his t-shirt and pulling it up over his head as well. One at a time, articles of clothing came off. Your hands roamed each other’s bodies, and it was quickly turning into less of a victory fuck and more of a celebratory love fest. Standing in front of each other, completely naked, Harry let out a deep breath. His eyes had grown softer, but more tired.

Your hand reached up to cup his cheek gently, his head turning into your hand as an automatic reaction. His eyes roamed your body, his fingers caressed your sides and he stepped closer to you.

“You look tired…” you whispered, pushing some hair away from his face.

Harry shook his head quickly, one of his hands coming up slowly to cup your breast, the pad of his thumb brushing over your nipple a couple of times before it was erect. Biting your lip, you grabbed his wrist softly and began to lower his hand down your stomach and to your aching sex. Harry was quick to glance down and back to your eyes, taking his own action and cupping his hand over the mound. He pushed you back onto the bed, his hand retracting for just a moment as he moved to crawl on the bed beside you.

As he laid on his side, he brought your leg closest to him up over his hip, his arm wrapping over it once again when his fingers found the dripping organ between your legs. A breath got caught in your throat when he pulled back the little hood and started to circle your clit with the pad of his finger.

Harry moved his head down and began to suck the top of your breast, his lips finding the perfect spot to suck a mark into. Your breathing was starting to get heavier the longer he rubbed the sensitive set of nerves, your legs opening wider for him. A whimper came from your lips when his finger slipped off of you clit and pressed into your awaiting sex, curling up slightly as it plunged in.

“So wet for me…” he whispered out quietly against your skin, pulling his finger out before pushing two back into you, a little jolt making your hips jerk up towards his hand. “All for me... ri’?”

“A-all for you…” you murmured out quietly. “Want you to love me more…”

“Tell me what you want…” he murmured out, using his free hand to grab your chin and force you to look at me. “Use your words…”

“Want you to fuck me,” you spoke surely.

His fingers were quick to retract from your heat and go to reach for the small packet that sat ready on his table at the side of the bed, he tore the little packet open with his teeth and pulled the rubber out, falling onto his hand for a moment to roll it over his cock. He was just about to roll back on top of you when you pushed him back and threw a leg over his lap, straddling his upper thighs. He wasn’t quite as hard as he could be, so you grabbed the base of his length and started to massage the shaft until it was hard as it could be.

“Much better,” you giggled out softly, lifting yourself over him and holding it up to line up with your opening.

You teased the both of you by running his tip along your slit, self-lubricating him in the process. The thrill of watching him win and having the control over him was making you drip down your thighs. His stomach rose and fell with each deep breath he took. You took a moment just to admire him before sinking onto his cock, closing your eyes for a moment, letting your muscles adjust. He wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t lacking. In any sense of the word.

“Fuck…” he murmured out quietly, grabbing a hold onto your hips. “Thought you wanted me to fuck ya… not the other way…” a small smirk toyed at the corner of his lips.

“Mmm…” you hummed out, swivelling your hips around slowly. “You are…”

You began to rock your hips back and forth, the backs of your thighs pressing against his hips. Your head fell back against your shoulder as your hands cradled your breasts, tweaking your nipples to enhance your whole experience. Your moans were low and guttural while Harry’s were more breathy.       The bed squeaked slightly with your movements on top of him as your pace began to quicken, your hips beginning to lift up with each forward thrust and with each roll back, he filled you right back up.

“Oh my god H…” you whimpered out, your hands pressing into his stomach.

Harry was quick to flip you over, only leaving the warmth of your sex for a brief second as he pushed your legs up and rested them onto his shoulders, thrusting into you quickly. You cried out at the intense change, grabbing onto his wrists as he held your hips in place, dominating the whole situation in a matter of seconds. You pressed your head into the pillow and whined out desperately, feeling him stretch your walls the most they ever had been.

His grunts drove your drive up even further, the roughness of his actions giving you more to look forward to. You felt him slip out a couple times, quickly adjusting himself back into your warm, wet mound. Your brow furrowed with pleasure and your breasts bounced with each quick thrust, the sound of your skin slapping against his echoing through the room.

“Oh fuck…” he hissed out, his fingers pressing marks into your hips and your sides as he desperately held onto you.

Your stomach began to clench, your muscles contracting as the orgasm began to creep up. So when Harry reached a hand down and pinched your clit between his fingers, you mewled out and arched your back up off of the bed, pressing your lower half into his as much as you possibly could.

A pleasure filled cry filled Harry’s ears as you orgasmed around him, Harry finally giving into his own urges, bucking his hips and bruising your bum with the force driven behind his movements that came with his orgasm.

Your mouth hung open, having no control over what your body did as the high took its time running through you. Your muscles were tight and tensed up, causing your body to tremble, even as you slowly began to come down. Harry was panting over you, lowering your legs off of his shoulders. You didn’t have the energy, so you let them fall open, turning your head into the pillow and biting your knuckle, trying to catch your breath.

Slowly, he slipped out of you and blew out a deep breath, falling onto the bed beside you. His hand rested on his stomach and he closed his eyes, exhausted from the fight and from the victory sex. He was beyond a happy man at this point. Nothing could be better.

You rolled over towards him resting your cheek against his shoulder. His arm went around you tightly, his head turning so he could kiss the top of your head firmly. This was his peak, and what a great way to celebrate.

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Some Doubts

- The Losers Club is fed up seeing Bill and Y/N hide their feelings for one another so they decided to do something about it. -

A/N : I do jump between Bill’s and Y/N’s perspectives so I hope its not confusing. ( Unedited - will proof read later* )

Word Count : 2228

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“Jump, dude!”

“You jump!”

“Do you know how much bacteria could be in that water…”

“Oh my god, Eddie…”

Bill felt his friends lightly, shove his shoulders as they tried to urge one another to be the first one to leap off the cliff. Glancing behind them, he caught you and Beverly watching. The two girls watched the boys with confused expressions on their faces, wondering what the hell they were doing over there. Your eyes went down the line, going from Stan all the way to…Bill. Your eyes met for a brief moment before Bill looked away, his cheeks growing a light shade of pink. Turning back, Bill edged closer to the cliff, noting the distance between where he stood to the water’s surface. It wasn’t too far he tried to convince himself. Wanting to look brave and impress Y/N, Bill closed his eyes and took a deep breathe but when he opened his eyes again , all his courage disappeared. Exhaling, he stepped back in line with the other boys, dishearted by his own cowardliness.

“What do you think is taking them so long?” You and Beverly stood back near the bikes, observing the boys try to goat each other into jumping.

You were folding Bill’s flannel over one of silver’s handle bars when you looked back up to catch Bill’s gaze. It lasted no more than a few seconds before you both looked away. You opting to smooth over an invisible crease on the sleeve of your dress. You deliberately turned your face away from Beverly to hide a small smile, hoping that she didn’t see that little exchange.

“I don’t know, Bev. Its almost like they’re scared!” Once you recovered, you decided to tease the boys a little bit. Raising your voice loud enough for them to hear the last sentence that left your mouth. You waited for their reactions as you set your bag down next to silver.

You weren’t surprised to see Richie whip around to be the first one to speak up while Bill and the others decided to pretend to not have heard you.

“I��d like to see you do it if you’re not scared, Scarface!” He barks at you, the sudden turn of his head making his glasses shift off center a little.

“Watch me, Four Eyes!” You tuned back to Beverly and smiled. The rush of rising to the challenge and irritation of your horrible nickname coursing through your veins. The girl smiled back at you, quick to understand what you were thinking. Bunching up the hem of your dress in your hands, you pulled the fabric over your head and revealed your bathing suit underneath. You grabbed hold of Beverly’s hand and threw your dress on silver before charging towards the cliff. The two of you ran past the boys and leaped off the edge, screaming your lungs out as you dive towards the water.

“Pussies!” You managed to shout out, somewhere during moment.

“Somewhere on your way down, you let go of Beverly’s hand before the water enveloped around you. Thousands of tiny bubbles surrounding you as you were submerged. Swimming to the surface,  you gasped for air the moment your head broke the water. Holding your hand over your eyes to block the sun, you looked back up and smiled, amused with what you saw.

“Hurry up, you sissies!” Beverly taunted from somewhere to the side of you, clearly finding their shocked expressions just as funny as you did.

Relaxing your body and closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to aimlessly float on your back, waiting for them to grow a pair.

“Did they just do that…” Bed said in disbelief.

“Y-yeah.” Bill muttered in reply, his eyes glued on you as you enjoyed the water. The way the water seemed to shimmer around her made his heart thump.

Unbeknownst to him, Richie noticed the look on Bill’s face ad gently nudged Stan with his elbow. The action brought his attention to their friend. Acknowledging Bill’s gaze, Stan then nudged Eddie and Eddie repeated that action to Ben. Although Ben have been a little confused about what exactly was happening and distracted by one of the two girls below them, all four of them nodded. They all knew what they were supposed to do.

“Come on guys! Are we going to let two girls show us up?” Richie said, a little riled up by the girls’ taunts. He rolled his eyes when he heard a soft yes from Eddie before slapping Bill on the back, pushing his friend over the edge. Said friend had a quick moment to glare at him before gravity took care of the rest. One by one the rest of them jumped in after him.

Surfacing, Bill quickly looked around for Richie. He was going to drown that arcade rat for pushing him in. Scanning around, Bill turned his head and was immediately greeted by a splash of water hitting his face.  A soft chorus of laughter ran in his ears as he swiped the excess liquid off his face. Opening his eyes, they landed on you suspiciously looking away in the other direction. Bill scoffed before splashing water back at you.

Whipping around, you fired back at Bill. “That was uncalled for, Bill Denbrough! I was minding my own business when you viciously attacked me. What did I do for this kind of treatment?” You swam closer to him and gently pushed him back with your index finger.

“Oh p-please Y/N. Y-you’re not f-fooling anyone.” Bill hit you back and started a water fight between you two before you decided to submerge yourself underneath the water. Stretching you’re your leg, you gently pushed Bill away from you with the tip of your foot. You didn’t expect him to grab your ankle and pull you closer to him. Surprised, you surfaced and placed your hands on his shoulders to push him away.

“Bill!” You squealed, trying your best not to focus on how close the two of you were.

“What’s t-the matter, Y/N? S-something wrong?” In between his words, Bill would push small waves towards your face while a small smile grew. He watched you laugh and try to push him away.

“Pah-please…Bill! Stop! I give!” Trying your best not to catch too much water in your mouth, you struggled to surrender. “Uncle!” You shouted before sinking a little too much into the water for your liking. You made a move to push away from Bill to float on your own but he stopped you.

“You a-alright there, Y/N?” Bill carefully placed his hands on your hip and lifted you up a little.

Lost for words, you pressed your lips together, nervous about what was happening. You knew that it didn’t probably hold any meaning other just him not wanting to see you drown but you couldn’t seem to calm your young teenage heart from racing. You could feel the heat creeping on to your cheeks as you looked down at the water in between the two of you.

“Hey!” The sudden yell made you and Bill jump. Catching both of your attentions, the two of you tore away from each other to see who was calling to you. You pulled away from him and drift a good distance away before looking over to see who it was. It was Beverly.

“We’re going to play chicken!” She motioned for you to come over with a smile on her face.

“We’ll be right over!” You called back before turning back Bill. You have to play it cool, you told yourself. It’d be embarrassing if he knew how big of a crush you had on him. Calming your heart, you smiled at him before nodding in your friends’ directions. “You coming, Bill?”

Bill was mesmerized. Struggling to get the words out of his mouth, Bill couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you. You were practically glowing. The sunlight was reflecting off the water on to you making you shimmer with the warm light. You looked so angelic. If he wasn’t so focused on you, he would have been seriously considered with how fast his heart was beating.

“Bill?” You called out for him, a little concerned as to why he hasn’t responded.

The sound of your voice seemed to have brought him back to reality and he quickly nodded him head. He wasn’t spacing out. “Y-yeah! Comin!”

That was weird, you thought but nonetheless you nodded and began to swim over to your friends.

“Finally!” Richie sighed. “Bout time you got over there. Well since you two took so long, we already decided on the teams. Its me and my man, Stan here, Bev and Ben, and Y/N and Bill. Leaving our lovable germaphobe to ref because he doesn’t want to swallow any water or some shit like that.” Richie jabbed his thumb in Eddie’s direction with an eye roll.

You glared at Richie, he paired you with Bill? He caught your look and smirked, knowingly. You glared even harder, fucker..

“Hey! Do you know what could be in this wat-!”

“You wanna find out, Eddie?” Richie made a small splash towards Eddie with a mischievous smile on his face. “Cause it’d be a real sham-“

“Yeah it’d be a real shame if that happened.” You waited for the perfect moment to splash some water into Richie’s mouth while he was talking before pushing him into the water. “Don’t bully Eddie, Four Eyes.”

“Oh thank god, Y/N. I thought he was really going to do it!” Eddie sighed relieved.

Rinsing from the water with his hair covering his face like a swamp creature, Richie pointed his finger at you. “You’re going down!”

“Bring it!” The moment those words left your mouth, you instantly regretted it. Swallowing your embarrassment, you turned towards Bill and held your fist up with determination. “Let’s kick his ass, Bill!”

Laughing, Bill nodded his head and the game begun.

Richie’s plan was working. Everything was going smoothly. He finally got you and Bill together. Looking at Stan and Beverly, he nodded his head.

“Step 2.” He muttered under his breathe and the game begun. Richie and Stand were the first pair to face off with Ben and Beverly, leaving you and Bill to wait your turn. Richie assured you that it wasn’t going to take that long because Beverly and Ben were going to lose. Trying to keep your eyes on the two pairs, you pretended like being on Bill’s shoulders didn’t bother you. It wasn’t embarrassing to be perched on your crush’s shoulders. Your heart totally wasn’t about to burst through your chest, it wasn’t beating really fast at all. You gently lifted your hand from where its place on top of Bill’s head and held it against your heart, wishing it wouldn’t contradict your thoughts. You really didn’t need it to be doing this right now.

Flicking your eyes down for a quick second, you checked to make sure you weren’t crushing Bill underneath your weight. The last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable while you sat on his shoulders.

“Bill..?” You whispered, feeling a little self-conscious.

“Y-yes, Y/N?” He would have missed you calling him, had it not been for the slight shift he felt on his shoulders. Looking up, he caught the worried expression and frown on your face. “A-are you o-ok, Y/N?”

Bill went through a mental check list to make sure he wasn’t doing anything to make you uncomfortable or overstep the boundaries.

Ok, both hands on an appropriate spot on your knees…And they weren’t sweaty in the sightest. Head hunched over a bit and away from your chest….Bill felt his cheeks warm up a little from the thought but he quickly shook it out of his head. It was inappropriate. Anyway…his grip on you was solid so there was no chance of you fall back. He only now noticed how soft you were, so much more different from how rough he was and the others. Bill allowed himself to drift away with his thoughts, not noticing how you were talking to him.

“Bill?” You waited for his response to whether he was ok with you sitting on his shoulders but he didn’t seem to be paying attention. Taking a peek at his face, it looked like he was spacing out but his eyes seemed to be staring at Beverly. Following his gaze, you watching the other girls struggle and laugh against Richie and Stan with Ben holding her up. Eddie was already on the shore, probably rummaging for his first aid kit.

Your heart dropped and you could feel the tears collecting in your eyes. Wanting to go home, you were too keen on watching your childhood crush pine after another girl. You meant, why wouldn’t he like Beverly? She was everything you wanted to be.

Smart. Gorgeous…Confident.

She was practically everything you weren’t. With your self-esteem having taken a big hit, you involuntarily reached up to touch your scar.

The second time you called his name, Bill didn’t even notice that he had wandered off with his own thoughts. Ripping himself away from them, he craned his neck up to look at you. The first thing his eyes caught were how your frown seemed to have deepened and now you were tracing your scar with your fingers.

- To Be Continued -

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