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beybaldes · 1 year

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don't let it burn (don't let it fade)

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

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Word Count : 2k

Summary : the post show party goes on too long, to the point that you and Eddie give up on not caring about eachother.

Thank you for all the love on the last fic, especially @thefemininemystiquee @optimisticdreamlandkitten @carrow @starstruckgothspybagel-blog and @how2besalty <333

Warning!! I have not read the book or the show!!! All info I have gathered has been from other x readers I have read. sorry in advance if I have butchered your fav show/book because i have plainly made shit up in favour of satiating my own need for more Eddie fics xoxo

one show down.

That had been the first thought you'd had after every show so far, and you were sure to have it after every show to come. While you loved what you did and got an instant adrenaline rush after each performance, there was something about the pre-show nerves that always made you rethink everything.

Tonight you'd felt so sick that you'd genuinely, honestly, considered quitting the band and going to veterinarian school.

Eddie, however, had been quick to notice your unease - your hands shaking, and your breathes short and airy - and came over to calm you down, whispering promises to you that you were going to be amazing, just like you had at every other show.

As you went for another drag of your after show joint, a ritual as old as time itself, Eddie burst through the back entrance of the building, eyes scanning around until they settled on you. He ran over to you, scooping you up into his arms and squeezing you into a tight hug. He span the two of you around before he placed you back down, his arms still hung around you waist, however.

"You!" Eddie cheered, one hand leaving your waist to cup your face, smooshing your cheek. "You were great out there! What did I tell you? Amazing!"

"All thanks to you." You replied, your lips curling up into a bashful smile around your joint. It was hard not to have feelings for your band mate whenever Eddie smiled at you like that. "I couldn't have done it without you, pretty boy. You get my confidence going."

"You shouldn't need it when you can play bass like that." He immediately replied, tucking the hair that had gotten trapped under his hand that was holding your cheek, behind your ear and out of your eyes. "You're a goddess up on that stage, birdie."

"Oh stop." You chided teasingly, pushing at his chest though not hard enough that any of my hands would be removed from you. "As if you don't look hand carved from the Gods themselves on, or off, stage."

The dim streetlights helped to hide the red flush that came to Eddie's cheeks, the longer the two of you stood here, like this, making him question if it was worth trying to hide his feelings for you.

Most times, he thought it wasn't. That if he just told you, and you reciprocated, then the pair of you could live happily ever after - sneak kisses before and after and during shows, hold hands across a diner booth with two straws in one milkshake, sit in his lap around the tv in the house and stuff like that. Sometimes, however, he realised Billy would probably beat his ass for risking the sanctity of the band.

Though, he knew he'd take an ass-beating from Billy for you any day.

"Hit me?" Eddie asked, nodding to the joint held loosing between your lips. You took one last drag from it, slow and long, before you took the joint between your fingers and away from your lips, holding it up to Eddie's lips for him and allowing him to take a drag. When he'd taken as much as he wanted, he pulled himself away from the joint, blowing out into the smoke into the cold night. "Thank you, birdie."

"Anything for you, you know that."

Eddie stayed with you while the rest of your joint burnt up, you holding against your own lips, and then his, until it burned at your fingers and begged to be put out. You dropped it to the floor, squishing it under your shoe to make sure it stayed out, then took Eddie's hand, pulling him back into the venue you'd been playing in search of a drink, or three, to end off the night.

When you found the rest of the band back inside, Warren already had a drink ready for you, claiming he'd only taken a sip or two (despite the fact the glass was half empty), but you didn't care, it was the thought that counted.

Eddie left for the bar, grabbed both him and yourself a beer and make his way back to the table the band had gathered around, sliding you the cold bottle which you took gratefully. The rest of the evening was spent sharing smiles with Eddie over sips of beer, promising you'd buy the next round though he never let you, a fresh, cold one appearing before you even realised your drink was nearly empty and then stumbling back home together, long after everyone else had left.

If you tried to think back on what you and Eddie had discussed during your time alone after everyone else had made their way back to the rental, you wouldn't have been able to recall a single thing. Not because you didn't care to listen, not that at all. Eddie made the hours seem fast and talking with him was always easy - easy enough that it was somehow 5am the following morning that the two of you came stumbling through the front door.

"You're lucky we don't have anything to do until tonight, Roundtree." You scolded, your words light and holding no actual threat to him. Eddie crashed into you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and balling up your shirt into his fists as he steadied himself. "Woah, take me to dinner first."

"I just might, if you play your cards right." Eddie immediately retorted, flirtatious grin curling on his lips as you turned to face him. The two of you began walking backwards and backwards until the bend of your knee hit the arm of the couch, sending you falling over it and crashing into the other arm with Eddie on top of you.

A hand came to the back of your head, rubbing what you'd just slammed into hard arm of the sofa in an effort to ease the pain of the sudden contact. "We should probably go to bed." You murmured, the fact you were already laying down pulling you into the realm of sleep before you could get up and into your own bed, in your own room.

"Probably." Eddie murmured, sleep seeing into his voice that was muffled by the way his face was pressed into your neck from when you'd both fallen into a mess of limbs and couch cushions.

"You need to get up then." You groaned, shuffling in your seat to make the position you'd fallen into more comfortable. Now that your eyes were half lidded and sleep was overtaking you, you doubted you were going to make it out of the living room.

"Can't." Eddie whined, his head burrowing further into the crook of your neck as your hand came to rest in his hair, scratching gently at his scalp. "Too tired to move."

"Yeah." You whispered, words airy and light and basically non existent in the quiet of the house: the only noise being your silent whispered and Eddie's snoring. "Me too."

No sooner had you uttered the words had you been knocked into a deep sleep, one hand cradling Eddie's head to your chest while the other was slung over his shoulders keeping him close. One of Eddie's hands were cupping the back of your head, separating it from the hard arm of the sofa and still in its final position where it'd been rubbing the pain away, the other he had wiggled underneath and around you in an effort to get more comfortable, pulling himself flat against you. One of your legs was trapped between Eddie's chest and the couch while the other was balanced on the coffee table beside you, Eddie's own legs bent at the knee against the arm, so that his feet dangled the edge of the arm. You were sure to wake up sore and aching in the morning, but right now it felt like the comfiest position ever.

It had only been 3 hours since the two of you had stumbled in through the front door when you were awoke by the flash of a camera too close to your eyes. Eddie had been protect from the initial flash - his head burrowed away in the crook of your neck - but your startled reaction had him waking up nonetheless.

Camilla's warm smile was on the other side of the camera, capturing what she though to be a sweet moment you'd appreciate the picture of years down the line, however, in that moment, you were more upset then grateful, just wanting to sleep.

"You didn't fuck on the couch, did you?" Graham asked, breaking the silence the others had tried to keep as they made their way into the living room throughout the morning. "It's our only couch. I'd appreciate if you didn't fuck on it."

"We didn't." You mumbled, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes while keeping one hand in Eddie's hair. "What time is it?"

"8:30." Camilla answered sweetly, looking at the picture she'd just taken with a smile curled on her lips. "What time did you guys get in?"

"5."

"It was closer to 6." Eddie grumbled, not moving from his position but blinking himself awake, adjusting to the light in the room that hadn't been there when you'd got back just hours ago.

"You guys want to get to bed?" Camilla asked sweetly, offering her hand out to you in the nicest effort to get you to move so the couch could be used again.

"Move or I'll sit on you."

"Karen Karen." You whined, Eddie taking himself off of you and standing sleepily beside the couch, eyes still half closed as he waited for you to get up too. "I thought you loved me, don't sit on me."

"I told you we shouldn't have left them alone." Warren chided, shaking his head at the scene before him. He knew he should've dragged you home when everyone else decided to head out, at least that way you would've had a good - peaceful - nights sleep.

"We're fine." Eddie grunted, leaning back down to the couch, scooping you into his arms. Your head lolled against his chest, eyes blinking open to look at him now that your previous rolls were reversed. "Have your stupid couch."

As Eddie carried you out of the living room you heard a cry of happiness from Graham, some jumble of word about how he was glad you hadn't ruined the 'sanctity' of the couch, but you weren't entirely focused on that, too caught up in the way Eddie had so easily scooped you into his arms.

"What'd I tell you?" You slurred, staring up at Eddie with a lovesick smile. "Take me to diner first."

"I'll take you to dinner some other time." Eddie whispered, only loud enough that you would hear in the thin walled house. He pressed a kiss to your forehead in a silent promise shuffling you about in his arms, unlocking the door to his room and pushing the door open and closed in one fell swoop. "I'll take you to bed right now though, you - we - need the sleep."

You couldn't complain about that. Eddie lowered you into his bed, only leaving your side to dim the lights and close the curtains leaving the two of you in a pitch black room. Then Eddie all but crawled back into the bed, right into your arms and into an even more comfortable version of the position you'd taken up on the couch.

"You comfy?" Eddie grumbled, nuzzling his head into your shoulder, trying to hide from what little light seeped into the room and crawls back into the warmth he'd felt in the living room.

"With you?" You asked though you weren't seeking an answer, placing your hand on the back of his head and pulling him closer to you, giving him that feeling of warmth and comfort he'd been trying to find. Running your fingers through his hair, you answered your own question. "Yeah. Always."

#eddie loving x reader #eddie roundtree #eddie roundtree oneshot #eddie roundtree imagine #eddie roundtree x reader #eddie loving onehsot #eddie loving imagine #eddie loving #djats imagine #djats x reader #daisy jones and the six imagine #daisy jones and the six x reader

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miasmaghoul · 1 year

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miasmaaa new breathplay method dropped. We swam in a hot spring cave that has high amounts of sulfur in it. It was really hard to breath properly after 2 mins, everyone was panting. With very low oxygen, heat and the high humidity everyone else had to leave after 10 mins. Also there was only one single bulb not illuminating much so i thought about creechur rain. I wonder what he would do to another ghoul in there.

-🧪

ok so i know you intended this to go in a horny direction but uh

have murder ghouls instead (ft a special guest!)

(tw for, uh, murder and stuff. no real gore, but some blood.)

Rain hums to himself as he makes his way up the rocky hillside, practiced steps he's taken hundreds of times before. The early spring air carries the scent of new growth and a subtle chill, one that sends goosebumps pouring down his spine. It's invigorating - or maybe that's just the anticipation talking.

The sibling trailing behind him, huffing their way along the well-worn path, doesn't seem to share in all of his excitement.

"How much further?" Their voice is strained, tight, and Rain peers back over his shoulder.

About ten paces behind him, the sibling is clearly having some trouble keeping up. They're wheezing and red-faced, gripping a stitch in their side and trying to catch their breath. He understands it - it's a long walk from the abbey to the cave-bound springs, and this ascent is the hardest part - but the beginnings of adrenaline leaking into his veins make it easy to ignore his own sore calves.

"We're nearly there," he assures them, holding out a gentlemanly helping hand, "come on, you can do it."

He's never as thankful for his vessel's boyish good looks and charm as he is in these moments. The siblings are so easy to play with like this, so easily taken in by his doe eyes and crooked grin. The shy way he's learned to hold himself, arms crossed over his chest and unruly curls hanging over his cheeks. They fall for it every time.

The sibling before him is no exception. They take a deep breath and nod, stumbling forward and taking Rain's offered hand. Their palm feels too soft against his own, clammy and off-putting, but he can tolerate it for the short remainder of their walk. He gives them a gentle tug and the journey continues.

It's no time before they reach the mouth of the caves in question, a jagged slash in the mountain decorated with a simple sign reading "Hot Springs" and a series of brightly-colored flags. Rain's heart skips against his ribs as the mineral-rich scent of the water floods his nose, twisting its way into his bones and beckoning him inside.

And beneath it, something darker.

Rain feels a tug and turns once again to the sibling at his side, finding them chewing their lip and staring up at him with trepidation. With worry.

"Are you," they murmur, swallowing thickly, "are you sure we should be here? Everyone says not to come here, I don't-"

"It's fine," he interrupts, perhaps a bit too eager. He can't help it, the promise of what's to come sits heavy in the back of his mind, thick static. "Would I have brought you here if it were dangerous?"

Rain untangles their hands and tucks a lock of the sibling's wind-mussed hair behind their ear, offering his best approximation of a soothing smile. They always get anxious at this part; stories of disappearances and mysterious sights and sounds within these caves are notorious at the abbey, shared over meals and in hushed tones during mass.

Rain takes a very specific sort of pride in being able to lure them here anyway.

The sibling's eyes sparkle in the afternoon sun, bright blue and searching. Their cheeks are flushed with exertion and Rain thinks if he focused he would be able to hear their blood rushing beneath their skin. He cups their heated cheek, tilts his head in that very Rain way, and watches the tension threaded through their body start to melt.

"You have nothing to worry about," he says, voice low and fluid, "I promise." Their eyes slip shut and Rain has to hold back from sliding his hand down to their throat. Only a few more minutes. For now, he has to behave. "Don't you trust me?"

He's not like Aether or Swiss when it comes to his hunts, though he very easily could be. He could do what they do - put his magick to work and force his victims to obey. Puppet them, use their own bodies against them, pull them to him. It would take no effort at all, really. He could call them to the lake and drag them under with ease.

But then he wouldn't get to experience this moment.

The sibling blinks up at him, bites their lip, and the hot wave of relief that floods Rain's being when they nod is singular.

"Then come with me," he coos, taking their hand in his once again. "It'll change your life."

He guides them into the dark with no further argument, meandering through corridors he could navigate in his sleep. The heavy scent of sulfur grows with every step, soaking into his skin and filling his lungs. His gills beg for freedom, but he can't grant it. Not yet. Instead, he walks. The sibling asks him something, but Rain doesn't respond. He probably should, but their comfort becomes less and less of a concern with each passing step.

He stops them at a moderately sized spring, the water murky with minerals, curls of steam just visible thanks to the half dozen hanging bulbs hooked into the ceiling. He lets go of their hand and offers another smile, trying to keep his expression soft as he gestures at the pool.

"Here we are," he lilts, already toeing out of his boots, "my favorite hot spring. Not many people get to see this place," he continues, rolling off his socks, "you should feel special."

The sibling looks bewildered, lost, and it makes his stomach twist. He tries not to expose his fangs, moving to unbutton his shirt instead and delighting in the way their eyes follow his fingers despite their obvious nerves. Eager to take in his exposed flesh, to see if he plans to keep his promise of showing them something new and exciting in these caves.

Maybe he should be less of a shameless flirt. Maybe he shouldn't use his looks to his advantage, shouldn't cast suggestive glances at siblings from across the mess hall and the chapel. Shouldn't let them approach him and then worm his way into their minds with sweet words and casual touches. I know a place, may I show it to you? Maybe he shouldn't let them fall into his web, lured by a false smile and warm eyes that go icy the moment they turn away.

Oh well.

He continues undressing and catches the sibling doing the same from the corner of his eye. Sees them slowly expose supple skin and soft flesh as they shed their habit. He traces the lines of their body with every motion and tries to keep himself from drooling. At least if they catch him they'll think its a compliment.

He's first in the water, sauntering his way to the edge of the pool and sinking into it with a deeply satisfied groan. Rain submerges himself to the neck and finally lets go of his glamour just enough to expose the gills along his ribs; the water is far too murky for the sibling to see them, and that's just the way he likes it.

Rain watches them climb in after him, an awkward and hesitant process. They hiss when their foot slips beneath the surface, face scrunching up at the heat, and Rain grins to himself as inch after inch of their body vanishes into the steaming pool.

"There, see? Nothing to worry about." He drags a hand through the water with subtle intent, a mosaic of ripples trailing in its wake, and lets his power spark. "It's nice, isn't it?"

They hum in response, gaze fixed on the entrancing patterns Rain's motions create. He can see the distant look forming in their eyes as he continues, hypnotizing waves combining with the heat to drag them deeper into a state of perfect relaxation. Rain watches them intently, keeping an eye out for any sign that they're picking up on the tendrils of water magick lapping at their skin. They never feel it, but the thought still thrills him.

In no time at all they're grinning, playing in the water and creating their own patterns to complement Rain's. Pliant and soft and exactly where he wants them. Rain takes a deep breath through his gills and gives them a soft chirp, just enough to get their attention. Their eyes are beautifully heavy, glassy and wondrous.

"Do you want to see something really special?" He keeps his voice low and inviting, full of promise. "I've never shown it to anyone before, you'd be the first. Would you like that?"

Of course they would. They all want to be the first.

The sibling nods, moves to climb out of the water, but Rain grabs gentle hold of their wrist before they can manage it.

"No, sweet thing," he croons, tipping his head to one side, "here."

They don't argue when Rain tugs on their arm, letting him guide them through chest-high water to a hidden crack in the cave wall. You wouldn't know it was there unless you knew to look for it, a curved passage just wide enough for one body at a time. Rain moves so the sibling enters first, his elegant fingers firm on their shoulders.

"Through here," he instructs, speaking into their throat to feel the bone-deep shiver it elicits, "just follow the walls."

Obedient as anything, they listen. Rain doesn't even need to coax them into putting a hand on either side of the dim tunnel, their mind eager to listen even as their pulse quickens. He can feel the rush of their blood beneath his fingertips, against his lips, and every second is agony.

Just a few more minutes.

The air is so thick with sulfur he can taste it, and Rain feels the moment their breathing goes labored. The sound of it is nearly lost in the sound of water splashing against stone, but he can feel their lungs starting to work harder.

"R-Rain," they gasp, coughing softly, "can't - it's getting...hard to breathe."

"Is it?" Rain's gills flutter beneath the surface, providing him all the air he could want. "You're probably just getting too hot. Don't worry, we're almost there."

They don't speak again, offering a half nod and trusting Rain to keep them safe.

Humans trust so easily.

The sibling is panting by the time they emerge into Rain's supposed secret - a small cave with its own pool, illuminated by a single bulb and lined with jagged rocks. Their fragile body sways under his hands, their head lolls back and forth, and Rain presses himself flush to their back to keep them upright.

"Here we are," he murmurs, trailing cool lips along their damp shoulder. The water here is only waist high, and Rain has to stay on his knees to keep his gills submerged. He wraps long arms around their middle and hooks his chin over their shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze and relishing how stilted their breaths have gone. "What do you think?"

"I - Rain, I can't -" The words are syrupy and stuttered, thick with new fear. "Can't - can't breathe, I -"

"Oh," he breathes, nosing behind their ear and drinking down the acrid aroma of their panic, "I wasn't talking to you."

The sibling freezes in his arms, breathing in shallow hiccups, and something in the water shifts. Rain can feel them beginning to sag in his grasp, consciousness slipping, and purrs deep in his chest with every terrified shiver. He feels more than hears their gasp when a shape breaches the water, four black eyes glinting in the dim, yellow light of the cave.

"I brought us lunch," Rain trills, finally releasing his bounty and floating back just enough for the sibling to sink to their knees. The figure in the water chirps, and Rain chuckles. "Of course, you always get the first bite."

Those eyes sink back beneath the surface and Rain can't keep the smile from his face any longer. He drifts back against the side of the pool, and he waits.

Mist reappears moments later in silence, her serpentine tail slithering above the surface to wrap around their meal's throat. Not squeezing, just holding. The sibling tries to shout, bless them, but they're far too breathless to do more than squeak. The ghoulette emerges from the water, her slight form glistening, all shiny black scales and sharp, curved fins. Her silver hair shimmers like starlight and all four eyes blink independently of one another. She brings a webbed hand to the sibling's hot cheek, swipes a clawed finger through the tears coating it and offers a pleased chirrup at the shudder the sibling gives in return. When she grins, Rain can see both rows of her teeth.

"Rain," they try again, one last plea, "R-Rain, h-help..." They turn their panicked gazed to him, desperate, and Rain can't help the jolt of sick pleasure that zaps down his spine when they see him.

He's finally unglamoured, all fangs and claws and bioluminescent markings. Scales in every shade of blue lining his throat and barbed fins running along his arms. Milky white eyes and shiny black horns. He licks his lips at them, his long, forked tongue yearning for blood.

"He can't help you, little one," Mist's voice cuts through the silence like an icy razor, a brutal hiss. "No one can."

Her tail slips from their throat, their eyes finally roll back, and Rain has the perfect view of the ghoulette's needle-sharp teeth sinking into their throat. The sulfurous air gains notes of iron and Rain groans, drooling down his chin and rubbing his stomach. The sibling sinks below the surface in a cloud of blooming red and Mist follows, her tail sneaking over to tug at Rain's ankle. He grins and slides into the water after them, his own tail swishing happily.

Later, with bellies full to bursting, they curl themselves together at the side of the pool in a mess of long limbs and affectionate touches. Rain holds Mist to his chest and nuzzles into her hair, chittering while she drags a claw along one of his fins and rubs her slightly distended stomach.

"Thank you," she chirps, "I was starved."

"Next one's on you," Rain mumbles, nipping at the shell of her ear. Mist swirls her hand through blood-tinted water and offers a dangerous little laugh.

"I can do that."

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #rain ghoul #mist ghoulette #murder ghouls #rip unnamed gn!sibling

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ceruleanwind · 6 months

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Sebmark (Rule 63) | Explicit | 2.4k | Read on AO3

“So wet,” Marina murmurs, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear before looking down to admire her prize. “Aren’t you? Have I been neglecting you?” She reaches out to drag her fingertips over Sabrina’s soaked underwear, her thumb brushing over the slight swell of her clit. Or: Sabrina gets awfully pent-up while Marina is out running errands. Marina thankfully comes to the rescue.

Slow weekends, ones where her team isn’t racing, are Sabrina’s least favourite. The paddock is like a second home to her; she gets a real kick out of all the media events, the challenges, the interviews. And, of course, most of all, she likes the racing. She sure as hell liked winning a world championship last season, brazenly sobbing in front of the world and proving a whole lot of idiots wrong. What makes it more alluring, to add to the excitement already, is how much the world seethes when Sabrina Vettel dominates on track. She’ll always hold her trophies high and let her teammate soak her in champagne no matter how loudly the crowd boos about it.

She shifts around on the couch, letting out a sigh. Her teammate—Marina—had dipped out to run some errands and hit the gym a few hours ago, Sabrina staying behind to take a nap. Unable to sleep, Sabrina had taken to lounging on the couch instead, attention half-focused on the shitty rom-com playing on TV. She often lets Marina stay with her between race weekends, especially since her apartment is much closer than Marina’s is, and besides, there are other benefits to letting Marina stay with her anyway.

Sabrina’s face flushes warm as she remembers just what Marina had done to her this morning before she left for the gym. It has her nearly whining at the memory, bringing her hand up to clamp over her plush pink lips. She’d woken up this morning to Marina’s knee brushing up between her legs, grinding over her aching clit, and she couldn’t hold back her downright pathetic begging once Marina had dipped beneath the covers, settling between her parted thighs.

God, was it good. Sabrina has been perpetually sensitive over this past week, her tiny pink pussy being made to come whenever Marina feels like it. The thought of Marina coming home soon, dark wavy hair pinned up away from her face and tits pushed together by her tight sports bra, makes Sabrina’s clit throb, a wave of neediness rushing straight to her pussy. Pulling her hand away from her face and whining—it’s her apartment after all—she lets her thighs splay open, absentmindedly reaching a hand between her legs to rub over the crotch of her shorts. Just a little, she tells herself, just to hold herself over until Marina comes home.

“Ah—” she whimpers, high and desperate, her hips twitching into her own touch and her pussy growing wetter in her shorts. How she’d love to slide her hand beneath her waistband and rub her clit to an orgasm, come quick and dirty, but she knows what Marina would say to her—and do to her—if she did. Sabrina squirms as she thinks about it; maybe Marina would deny her until the next race weekend at least, or worse, she might make Sabrina come until she can’t anymore, body too wracked by sobs and incoherent begging to manage another.

But why would Marina have to know?

Adrenaline races through Sabrina’s nerves like liquid gold. Her face flushes as she surreptitiously pushes her hand beneath her waistband, just skimming over her clit with her fingertips. Her teeth worry at her bottom lip, holding back the whine that bubbles up in the back of her throat.

She just begins to spread her thighs a little wider, her fingertips moving to rub at her clit, when she suddenly hears the door handle turn from the other room. Sabrina gasps softly, withdrawing her hand as if it’s just been burned and wiping her slick on the side of her shorts. “Marina?” she calls, sitting up and hoping her voice doesn’t sound too needy already.

“Yeah, babe,” Marina answers, and oh, she’s in the kitchen now. Sabrina registers the rustling of grocery bags. “Just putting away groceries.”

“Uh-huh,” Sabrina says, sinking back into the couch cushions and sighing. She’s still so wet, her cunt throbbing between her thighs, desperate to be touched. “Did you get the stuff for dinner tonight?”

Marina laughs from the kitchen, like she thinks Sabrina is dumb. “Of course. I also got more of those protein shakes you like.”

A bit more rustling ensues, then the fridge door opens and closes a few times. Marina finally appears in the doorway to the living room, still clad in her workout clothes, her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. Sabrina lets herself look at Marina’s strong thighs, her slim waist, and of course, her gorgeous tits. She lets her eyes linger on the latter for perhaps a little too long, suddenly self-conscious of her mismatched outfit, just made for lounging around the apartment.

“What did you get up to while I was away?” Marina asks, approaching Sabrina on the couch. “Have a good nap?”

Sabrina instinctively moves over to make room, incessant need still making her pussy ache. “I—I couldn’t sleep,” she explains, “so I just watched some rom-coms . . .”

“Oh, I see,” Marina says, an amused smile playing across her face. She points to where Sabrina was just sitting on the couch, and much to Sabrina’s horror, a wet patch has soaked into the grey fabric of it. “You sure it wasn’t something a little dirtier?” She sits on the couch, leaning in closer to Sabrina, whose back is resting against the arm of it, knees drawn to her chest.

“It wasn’t,” Sabrina protests weakly, her breath already coming heavier with how Marina is leaning so close to her. Despite herself, she feels herself grow wetter in her panties, her already sensitive clit nearly begging for it.

Marina clicks her tongue, laying her hands—always warm and soft—atop Sabrina’s knees and forcing them apart, revealing her crotch, which is already damp with her slick. “So, what?” she asks. “What has you like this, then?” She reaches further to unbutton Sabrina’s shorts, easing the zipper down before working them down over her hips.

Sabrina makes a pathetic little noise, eagerly helping Marina along by lifting her bottom and pushing her shorts down her legs before tossing them aside. “I dunno,” she answers stupidly, her face flushing as Marina eyes the wet spot between her legs. Sabrina had chosen a rather embarrassing pair of underwear this morning—they’re white and exceedingly childish, with tiny red hearts speckled over the fabric. “Just—ah, please—” she tries to shift her hips up, urge Marina to touch her, but to no avail.

Sabrina moans out loud, flushed and frustrated, impatiently pushing her hips into Marina’s touch. Marina knows just how to touch her to drive her wild, and Sabrina both loves and hates her for it. “No,” she answers, her breath hitching in her throat as she recalls how much she’s come over the past week. “Just wanted—I want—please touch me.” Begging is always plenty embarrassing for her, especially when she has to look Marina in the eyes as she says it.

“I seem to remember,” Marina goes on, still with that infuriating smile on her face as she slips off the couch, kneeling on the floor next to where Sabrina is sitting on the cushions, legs splayed apart, “that I already made you come once today. Is my girl that needy?”

“Yes,” Sabrina admits easily, turning herself to face Marina and feeling her clit throb when Marina slides her panties off her legs for her. “Need it, please, oh, please,” she whines, squeezing her eyes shut so she doesn’t have to watch Marina sizing her up like a meal.

Marina eyes up her prize, gaze tracing hot and hungry all over Sabrina’s soaked pussy, shiny with slick. She leans in and presses her lips to a spot on Sabrina’s lower stomach, right below her belly button, and rejoices in how Sabrina whines, panting like she’s nothing but a whore. Her hands come up to hold Sabrina’s thighs, fingertips digging into her soft, creamy skin hard enough to leave bruises, as she kisses slowly down to where Sabrina wants her the most.

Sabrina thinks her heart might burst out of her chest. Marina’s a tease on a good day, sure, but right now, when Sabrina doesn’t think she’s been needier in her life? Marina is taking her sweet time, kissing oh-so-slowly down her body until her warm breath fans over Sabrina’s sopping wet cunt, making her shiver. She whines again, trying to squirm in Marina’s firm grasp, only to let out her breath in a shocked exhale when Marina finally lowers her mouth to her pussy.

Marina smiles into it, glancing teasingly up at Sabrina as she licks a hot, wet stripe up Sabrina’s cunt. She shows Sabrina how much slick pools on her tongue just from one swipe before she swallows it down and goes back for more, dragging her tongue slowly across Sabrina’s tight hole this time.

“Fuck,” Sabrina whines, her clit pulsing at the attention. Seeing all her slick pooled on Marina’s tongue was embarrassing enough, but the heat of Marina’s mouth on her makes her quickly forget; she moans when Marina brings her lips up to wrap around her clit, the hot slick wetness of her mouth absolutely addicting. She’s already sensitive—her legs shake when Marina sucks, sending a shiver up her spine and lighting her nerves on fire—but she forces herself to take it anyway, reminding herself that this is what she wanted.

But then Marina’s mouth is gone, exposing Sabrina’s needy cunt to the cool air and making her squirm in frustration. “Don’t—hey, don’t stop,” she tries to protest, but she can’t help but watch as Marina presses two fingers onto her own tongue, coating them with Sabrina’s slick and her saliva. Sabrina’s stomach twists at the implications; her cunt clenches down on nothing in her excitement, goosebumps rising all over her skin. She’s never able to last long when Marina does this to her.

Marina only smiles, teasingly blowing a stream of cool air over Sabrina’s dripping clit and listening to the strangled noise she forces out. “I should make you count while I do this sometime,” she suggests. “See how long you can keep focused.” She lowers her mouth to Sabrina’s cunt again, and this time, she brings the slick fingertip of her index finger up to push into her, easily slipping into that tight, silky heat. Her lips close around Sabrina’s clit and while she sucks gently at it, Sabrina’s hands flying to her hair, Marina pushes her second finger into Sabrina, stretching her out again despite being fucked just earlier today.

“Couldn’t,” is all Sabrina can say between her soft whines and moans, fisting desperately at Marina’s hair. She doesn’t care about ruining Marina’s ponytail. Marina’s long fingers press into her impossibly deep, stroking along her silky walls before crooking upwards into that one spot she hoped Marina wouldn’t go near. “Marina,” she gasps, eyes flying open wide, “don’t—I’m gonna—”

With a sharp glance up at Sabrina, Marina continues on, her hot tongue laving slick and delicious over Sabrina’s clit. Her fingers inside Sabrina thrust into her incessantly—on every drag of her fingers out of Sabrina’s hole, she crooks them up to pet along her g-spot, making her cry out and her legs shake.

It’s so much. It’s too much for Sabrina and her pathetically needy little cunt. She sobs, bringing her hands up to cover her face as she feels her orgasm creep up on her like one of the waves she refuses to surf when Marina takes her to Australia. Marina’s mouth over her clit is bad enough, but with every push of Marina’s fingertips up against her g-spot, she feels it approaching far faster than she’d like. She squeals, trying to squirm away, but Marina holds her in place, firm as always. Panic rises up in Sabrina’s chest; she cries out, “I’m gonna squirt if you—ah—Marina, stop,” but Marina seems not to hear her.

Marina sucks on Sabrina’s clit again, crooking her fingers up to drag over Sabrina’s g-spot agonisingly slow, and that’s when Sabrina comes with a gasping cry, gushing squirt out over Marina’s tongue and chin and throat. She whines and pants through it, her back arching and her cunt clenching over and over around Marina’s fingers, which are still buried inside her. She’s so sensitive, painfully so, and when Marina keeps licking at her clit, the flat of her tongue dragging slowly over the tiny bud, Sabrina can’t help but squeal again, trying to squirm away. She pushes at Marina’s head, gasping out “Stop, stop,” and that’s when Marina finally pulls away, her lips and chin and chest shiny with Sabrina’s slick.

“You really did need that, huh?” Marina teases, pulling her two fingers out of Sabrina’s hole before pressing them onto her tongue. Sabrina whines at the sight, flushing with embarrassment. Marina always seems to know just how to humiliate her. “Look at the mess you made. Wet little thing.”

“Wanted to touch myself so bad when you were out,” Sabrina confesses, her mind still numb from her intense orgasm. “But I knew—I knew—”

“You knew you’re not allowed?” Marina kisses one of Sabrina’s knees before pulling away in order to rise to her full height. “Good girl. I’m proud of you. What do you say I reward you?”

Sabrina’s aching, oversensitive clit wants to protest, say no to yet another orgasm today, but her needy mind betrays her; she nods meekly, accepting Marina’s outstretched hand and letting her help her to her feet. Her legs shake when she stands up, her cunt still clenching down on nothing, but she can’t help but grow a little wet again as she imagines the reward Marina might give her.

“Shower first, and then I promise it’ll be worth your while,” Marina says gently, leaning down to kiss at the mess of Sabrina’s long blond curls. Her warm hand rests on the small of Sabrina’s back as they walk to the bathroom, eager to get cleaned up.

Sabrina sighs happily, melting into Marina’s side. No matter the reward, no matter the ask, she’ll do it if Marina tells her to. Maybe it’s dangerous—but then again, when has Sabrina not gotten off on danger?

#f1 fanfic #f1 rpf #sebmark #martian #girl!sebmark #f1blr #promoting my girl sebmark agenda #real talk im a guy so lmk if i did anything wrong #my fics

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wedding vows

Pairing: Michael Clifford & Calum Hood, Calum Hood/Roy English, Michael Clifford/Crystal Leigh Rating: Teen and Up Key Tags: Friendship, Weddings, Sentimental, Fluff Word Count: 5,573 Read on AO3

Summary:

Oh. It’s January 11. Michael is getting married today.

Calum instantly wakes to his alarm, the chorus of “She Looks So Perfect” blaring through the room at full volume. It’s his special occasion alarm, the one he only uses when it’s important that he gets up, given that the opening notes still give him an adrenaline rush after seven years of playing the song live to screaming crowds. He practically leaps from bed to silence it, sitting up, rubbing his eyes, and trying to figure out what’s so important about today that last-night-him decided to use that song.

Oh. It’s January 11. Michael is getting married today.

Calum rolls out of bed, wincing when his feet come into contact with the cold hardwood. He slips on a flannel in place of a robe and grabs his phone, then heads to the kitchen where he can faintly hear Roy puttering around.

Duke trots over to him when he spots Calum coming down the hall, but doesn’t clamor to be let out or fed. Roy must have done that when he got up, but Calum will take him on a short walk before he leaves for Michael’s. Because this is an abbreviated ceremony rather than the full wedding, he doesn’t need to arrive to help direct the caterers and wedding decorators until mid-afternoon. He has a bit more responsibility since none of the parents are there to help, but the event planner should take care of most of the logistics, leaving him free to attend to Michael.

“Hey, bud,” he murmurs, crouching down to scratch his fingers through Duke’s thick fur. “Uncle Mike’s getting married today. I’ll take pictures for you.”

Duke wags his tail, even though Calum knows full well that he doesn’t care about the pictures and is going to be displeased when both he and Roy are out of the house for most of the afternoon and evening. Calum smacks a kiss to the top of his head and continues on his way.

Roy is humming to himself and messily spreading jam on some toast when Calum enters, Duke trotting after him. He looks like he just got back from a run, and he smells like it, too, but Calum gives him a kiss on the cheek on his way to the coffee machine anyway.

“Great rising,” Roy says, interrupting his song to do so. “Ready for today?”

“Think so,” Calum says, getting down his favorite mug and pressing the right buttons on the machine. “It’s not like I’m getting married. It’s not even the proper wedding.”

“It’s still a big deal,” Roy says. Calum hums.

Michael is getting married today. Michael, who Calum can still remember being an unreasonably tall, extremely loud kid pushing him out of his comfort zone but always there to catch Calum when he stumbled, is getting married. The same Michael who he’s been writing songs with for ten years. The same Michael who snorted water out of his nose the last time Calum saw him.

Michael is getting married today.

“Yeah, it’s a big deal,” Calum concedes.

At least Calum doesn’t have to give a speech today. He probably will, because he’ll take any opportunity to talk up one of his brothers, but it takes some pressure off knowing that the crowd will be his best friends and people he at least knows in passing rather than a sea of strangers. It’s a good thing he makes a living being on stage, because before the band he was absolutely shit at public speaking.

“Are we riding together, or separately?” Calum asks, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Together,” Roy says. “I want to see Crys before she gets ready.”

Calum hums. Roy may be a groomsman, but he’s been friends with Crystal since before Michael and Calum came into the picture. It makes sense that he wants to spend a few seconds with her before she gets swept up in all of the preparations for the day. It’s also probably a good idea for them to carpool because Michael’s house doesn’t have unlimited parking.

“Want toast?” Roy asks. Calum nods and watches as Roy puts two more pieces of toast in the toaster.

Wow. Michael is getting married today. Somehow the thought holds even more weight after a sip of coffee.

Calum sighs and pushes all of his feelings about that to the side. He can address that when he’s properly caffeinated and actually at Michael’s house. For now, his only responsibility is breakfast.

-/-

When Calum arrives, decorations are being set up in the backyard. He pokes his head out there to ensure that everything is going well, and all of the event staff assure him that they don’t have any questions right now. Everyone in the backyard is in motion, hanging lights and adjusting speakers or meticulously setting silverware at each place setting. He compliments the flower arrangements, which are just beginning to be compiled, watches the stage set up for a moment, then heads inside to find Michael.

The inside of the house is largely untouched. Michael and Crystal will do their first look in the sun room, then they’ll greet everyone and take more pictures on the outer deck. Afterwards, they’ll sign the papers and actually get married in the backyard, but otherwise the festivities are confined to their rooms as they get ready. Crystal gets the main part of the house, while Michael is set up in a guest room. Calum carefully makes his way there, avoiding the parts of the house under construction, suit carefully wrapped in plastic over his shoulder. He has to step over a baby gate at one point, no doubt set up to ensure that the dogs don’t get in the way of people setting up or accidentally get stepped on with so much foot traffic today, and both dogs meet him there with furiously wagging tails and tongues lolling out of their mouths.

“Hey guys,” he says, leaning down to pet them. It’s a good thing that neither of them shed too much, because dog hair on Michael’s nice, expensive, designer black suit doesn’t exactly fit with the wedding aesthetic. Calum knows that Michael is going to cuddle with them before he actually signs the paper.

“Mum and dad are getting married today,” Calum tells the dogs very seriously, running a hand over Moose’s back. Southy presses his cold, wet nose impatiently against his hand until Calum pays equal attention to him. “Are you both excited? Huh? Yes, you are! Good doggies!”

He doesn’t let himself spend too much time with them, clock ticking in the back of his mind in a countdown to the marriage. There will be extra time for the dogs later, but right now he has to check in with Michael and see what he needs.

Calum knocks gently on the door to the guest suite.

“Who is it?” Michael calls, voice muffled from the wood.

“Just me,” he replies. Michael opens the door, and Calum envelopes him in a hug, awkward squishing of his plastic-covered suit be damned. Michael squeezes him tightly before stepping back, letting him fully inside and closing the door behind him.

“Hey, buddy,” Ashton says from the bed where he’s lounging back, a warm spot in the large, light room. “You’re a little late. I was worried I would have to take over best man duties.”

“Fuck off,” Calum says, striding over to lean down and give him a one-armed hug, too. “I’m right on time. You’re just early to everything these days.”

On the rare occasion when Ashton isn’t early, he’s always significantly late. Besides, him being Michael’s best man wouldn’t be the end of the world. Ashton and Luke have already been involved in the planning almost as much as him, and he knows that it’ll be that way for the actual wedding in Bali as well, whenever they get to hold it. For as much as Calum is the best man, he likes to think that it’s mostly because Michael couldn’t get away with having three of them.

Maybe the band will rotate around best men whenever they get married, so everyone gets a chance. Then again, maybe Luke or Ashton will choose a brother, or maybe they’ll go outside of the band. Either way, Calum knows that the title is just that: a title. They’re all standing together with Michael today.

“Is anyone else here?” he asks.

“I don’t know about the bridesmaids, but it’s just Ashton for me right now,” Michael says.

“Roy’s here, he’s saying hi to Crystal,” Calum says. “Besides, we have time.”

“Yeah, of course,” Michael says, sticking his hands in his pockets. He’s not dressed yet, wearing a simple hoodie and sweatpants, and he immediately takes his hands out of his pockets again to fidget with the drawstrings on his sweatshirt.

“You nervous?” Calum asks quietly. The corners of Michael’s mouth tug up in a small smile.

“No. Not nervous. Antsy, maybe. I’m ready to be married.”

“Should’ve had the ceremony in the morning, then,” Calum quips.

“Nah, the ladies need time to get dolled up,” Ashton chimes in. “That’s why we’re here, to keep you from going crazy while you twiddle your thumbs and wait and maybe get a little dolled up, too.”

Calum hums.

“Luke will probably bring makeup, if you want some extra glitter for your wedding,” he says. Michael smiles and shakes his head.

“The day I experiment with glittery makeup should not be my wedding day,” he says. “That’s not a decision I should make three hours before tying the knot and taking the pictures. We should’ve planned that at least three weeks ago.”

Another knock on the door interrupts them before the conversation can continue, and Roy slips inside, Luke right on his heels. Hugs get passed around, then Calum actually forces himself to do responsible best man duties like tell everyone to hang up their suits so they don’t crease weird and double check the timeline to ensure everyone will be ready when pictures start. Luke pulls him aside while Ashton finds a steamer and quietly asks Calum if he brought that long coat with the fancy embroidery that he wants to borrow for dinner, which Calum did, but they’re interrupted by the arrival of the other groomsmen.

Suddenly the bedroom feels small, rather than ridiculously large. It’s a change from the past few months of the pandemic, where they’ve all barely seen each other, and although Calum loves it, it sets something weird under his skin for a second. Michael seems to be feeling it, too, if the way he keeps glancing around is any indication, but Calum planned for this.

“Alright, everyone, suits on,” he commands. “We have a wedding to attend!”

It’s still crowded in the room, but Michael seems happier now that everyone has a task to do, including him. Calum changes in record time, none of them feeling particularly shy about dressing in front of each other after years of doing it in front of various people in various dressing rooms. Michael slips into the bathroom with his fancy suit. Roy helps Calum with his buttons, and Calum doesn’t even call him on the fact that it’s just an excuse to ogle his chest in public. He does smirk at him, and Roy responds with a quirk of his eyebrows. Calum would love to extend the moment longer, but he has a job to do and can’t get distracted. Instead, he turns around to help Ashton adjust his fancy pocket square.

It almost feels like getting ready before a show, but while the atmosphere is equally charged, there’s something besides adrenaline in the air.

Calum doesn’t want to get too sappy before the wedding has even started, but it’s probably the power of love. It’s the easiest explanation.

Michael is getting married today. Calum can’t help his grin at the thought.

His grin only widens when Michael steps out of the bathroom.

The suit looked great when he tried it on in the store, but it especially suits him today. The leafy pattern in the black shirt looks magical when it catches the light, although the top button is undone still, and the suit jacket fits him perfectly, tailored to ensure he’s comfortable and feels as good as he looks. Someone whistles, then the room fills with deafening applause and cheering. Michael ducks his head sheepishly, waving off the compliments.

“Damn, Michael!” Ashton calls. “You clean up good.”

He laughs, cheeks red. Calum steps forward and puts a hand on his shoulder, squeezing comfortingly.

“You look amazing,” he says sincerely.

“Yeah?” Michael asks hopefully, like he needs to be sure that Calum means what he’s saying. Michael has left lots of insecurities behind, but it’s an important day. Michael is getting married, and it makes sense that he wants to double check that he looks his best.

“Yes,” Calum confirms with a grin. “Seriously, Crystal is a lucky girl.”

Michael smiles, all of Calum’s joy reflected back at him.

“Here, let me get that button for you,” he says. Michael tilts his chin up, giving Calum access to the button right at the base of his throat. Calum’s fingers brush the soft skin of his neck as he fastens in, trying his best not to choke him, and once he finishes he pats the prickly part of Michael’s cheek twice.

“Handsome lad,” he says. Michael swats his hand away, rolling his eyes fondly.

“Help me with the necklace, too?” he asks, holding up the silver chain that needs to fit under his collar. Calum gladly takes it and helps him with that, too.

Holy shit. Michael is getting married today.

By the time Michael is ready for the first look and Calum shuffles everyone else out to the outer deck for the signature cocktails and mocktails, the energy among the guests is buzzing, excitement undercutting every casual conversation and stretching their smiles wide. While the guests wait for Michael and Crystal to see each other for the first time since getting ready and get their pictures, Calum flits from person to person, seemingly unable to keep his energy under control.

His best friend is getting married today. Michael, the guy he’s known since childhood, one of the absolute most important people in his life, is getting married. And it’s to someone who Calum actually approves of.

Crystal makes Michael really, truly happy. When Michael whispered I think she’s the one, Cal late at night on a bus between cities years ago, Calum could see clear as day that he was telling the truth. Since then, he’s witnessed the way that Crystal loves him gently in return, boosting him up and mirroring all of his love and affection back at him. Michael settled more with her, comfortable in his skin, and Calum watched her blossom under Michael’s attention as well.

Roy catches him with an arm around his waist on his second round around the outer deck, stalling him long enough to steal a kiss, then letting him go. Calum smiles at him, trading unspoken words of reassurance. Roy’s eyes crinkle with his grin.

When the happy couple finally emerges to take the rest of the wedding photos, Calum loses his breath at how beautiful they are. Michael looks the same as he did when Calum helped him get ready, and Crystal of course looks stunning in her sparkling wedding dress, but the beauty truly comes from the smiles on their faces and the way that their hands are clasped together, hold lose and gentle like they can’t imagine straying far enough away to need a firmer tether.

“Down to the lawn!” Abbey, the maid of honor, cheers, holding her glass up and leading the way. All of the guests cheer in response, joining the conga line down to the rest of the photographs.

Weddings include a lot of pictures, and this isn’t even the final big one. Calum’s anticipation already feels like it’s at an all-time high, like they’re about to go out onstage for the first show of a new tour, so he can’t imagine how Michael feels. Still, he seems calm, content to take pictures with his wife-to-be and laugh at his dogs zooming around the yard. When it’s finally time for the groomsmen to pose for a picture, Calum sighs in relief at having something to do.

Calum takes his place on the outdoor couch, squished between Michael and Ashton. It’s a familiar place to be.

The camera flashes, and after more flashes in different positions and moving to a different part of the lawn, it’s over. The sun sinks below the horizon, Michael and Crystal sign the papers while Brian walks them through the process, and they become husband and wife instead of fiancees in a matter of seconds.

“Holy shit,” Calum breathes evenly, sitting in his designated chair at the table, Michel and Crystal missing while she changes into a dress with sleeves so she won’t freeze during the January night and Michael waits to make their first entrance as a married couple. “Holy shit.”

Roy nods in agreement. He doesn’t need Calum to elaborate or try to add anything else to the conversation. It hasn’t even properly hit Calum yet: his best friend is married, and everything feels exactly the same, but his best friend is married.

Roy reaches out and gives his hand a squeeze. Calum stares at the menu with wide eyes, taking in the amalgamation of southern and Australian vegan food.

He doesn’t remember what he eats, even though it tastes absolutely fantastic. Roy shares tidbits from his plate when Calum overloads on the familiar Australian fare and doesn’t leave enough room on his own for Crystal’s southern selections. Calum takes bites in between laughing his ass off and staying hyper aware of anything the happy couple may need, passing the water pitcher before either of them ask for a refill and teasing Michael about his inability to eat without using fifty napkins.

Everyone is in high spirits from the good food and drink and the good company. Michael and Crystal hold court from their spot at the center of the table, more wrapped up in each other than their guests, exactly as it should be. Calum hooks his ankle around Roy’s, enjoying their easy closeness while they jump between separate conversations. Calum has always loved that type of comfortable familiarity, where they can be doing completely different things but always pick up exactly where they left off, on the same wavelength without realizing it. They’re separate, but intimately connected at the same time.

Michael and Crystal’s comfortable familiarity is different. They’re always aware of the other person, always reaching out to twine their fingers together or wrap an arm around a waist. They’re a united front, finishing each other’s sentences easily but also knowing when to wait for the other person to speak, happiest when they’re right next to each other and engaged in something together.

They work together in a way that Calum and Roy don’t, but that’s better suited to them. Calum would suffocate like that, but Michael thrives.

They click, filling in each other’s gaps perfectly. Calum had never seen Michael feel as comfortable with another person before Crystal. He’s head over heels in an eternal honeymoon phase, one that has already stood the test of time and the many trials that come with the double-edged sword of fame and the weight of shitty mental health.

Calum is so happy that there’s another person out there who loves Michael just as strongly as he does, one that will be there when the band can’t. He’s glad that Michael is surrounded by people who care about him in every context, that he has someone to fill all of the different roles in his life. He’s forever grateful that Michael has someone that he can love back just as fiercely and happily.

As dinner winds down, a few people get up from their seats and mill around the table, starting discussions with people that they were sitting too far away from to talk to before. Calum knows that it’s been a while since he’s seen everyone gathered here with COVID, and he’s content to talk to anyone who approaches, most people briefly saying hi before they move on to congratulate Michael and Crystal again. Calum sees Brian approach the couple and whisper something to them, eyebrows lifting in a question. They both nod, smiles large and radiant, and Calum watches as Brian grins back and ducks into the house, returning a few minutes later with a guitar.

Calum nudges Roy and nods towards the small stage where Brian is pulling up a stool. He taps a microphone, the dull thud sounding through the garden and drawing even more people’s attention.

“Uh, hi,” Brian says as someone stops the Spotify playlist that has been playing throughout dinner. “I have a little gift for Crystal and Michael that I wanted to share. I mean, with the amount of musicians here it was inevitable that someone would write them a song, right?”

He strums the guitar and fiddles with the tuning pegs as guests wander away from the table and towards the stage. Calum pulls Michael’s chair out for him so it doesn’t get caught in the grass, and Michael does the same for Crystal before taking her hand and leading her over.

Brian clears his throat, then strums the guitar again and begins to sing.

“Damn,” Calum whispers to Roy halfway through the chorus. “I’m glad I didn’t try to write a song and compete with this.”

Brian’s song is beautiful, and Calum spends most of it watching Michael and Crystal’s reaction. MIchael has his arm around her, tucking her close to his side with a drink in his other hand, and they’re both leaning towards each other, swaying just the slightest bit with the beat. At one point, Crystal turns and presses a kiss to Michael’s jaw, and Michael beams before pressing one to her lips in response.

Calum claps and gives a good-hearted whoop when Brian finishes, then beelines for the stage and waves for the microphone.

“Are you singing?” Brian asks as he passes it over, delighted.

“I’m not singing,” Calum says into the microphone, stopping the good-natured cheers that had started to erupt and waving off the teasing boos. “I just want to say a few words. Not the actual best man speech, because I’m saving that for Bali. I want to see if I can make Karen cry.”

Michael laughs and shakes his head.

“I did want to say something today, though, since you two are married now.”

The crowd quiets, and over the heads of his friends Calum makes eye contact with Roy, who gives him a smile. He turns his attention back to Michael and Crystal, heart warming at the sight of them surrounded by so many loved ones, the twinkling lights around the dinner table forming a starry backdrop that frames them perfectly.

“Michael, Crystal,” he begins. “I think I speak for everyone when I say that we all are incredibly happy for you. I’ve had the privilege of watching you both fall and grow in love together, from the very beginning. In fact, I think I was the first person Michael told about your first kiss, right?”

Calum looks to Michael for confirmation, and he laughs and nods, probably remembering how embarrassingly giddy he had been, grin unable to be contained and face red from the sun and happiness. Bali made all of them a little crazy in different ways, but Calum will always be happy that he and Michael share it as the starting point for two incredibly important relationships.

Calum glances at Roy again, remembering the days that followed Michael’s revelation, then turns back to the happy couple.

“I’m not going to lie and say that I immediately knew from that moment that the both of you would end up married, but I can say that by the time Michael told us he proposed, there was no part of me that was surprised. In the years since that first trip to Bali, I have witnessed you stand by each other in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, all of those sappy things. I’m sure your vows will do a better job encapsulating everything you mean to each other, but I want to say that as an outsider, it has been great watching you both make each other better. It’s obvious that you love loving each other, and I think I can again speak for everyone here when I say that we love loving you, as individuals and as a couple. Thanks for letting us be here today to continue loving you both.”

He puts the microphone back on its stand and gracefully exits amidst a smattering of applause and aw’s, beelining to the happy couple. They both pull him into a hug as one unit, squishing him between them.

“Thank you,” Michael says.

“That was so sweet,” Crystal agrees.

Calum releases them both, beaming at them.

“I meant every word.”

“We know,” Michael says, squeezing his shoulder.

A squeal from the microphone cuts off Calum’s reply, and all three of them wince and turn back to the stage, where Abbey is standing with the microphone held out in front of her and an apologetic look on her face.

“Sorry! Sorry,” she says, gesturing with her glass. Calum isn’t sure what the gesture is supposed to convey. “Am I–Can I speak? Can everyone hear me? I wasn’t going to talk, but then Calum got up here, so I have to, too.”

She shoots him a faux pout. It’s clear that she's had too many drinks to be actually mad, and Crystal giggles next to him.

“This should be good,” she says. Calum has to agree, melting back towards Roy to enjoy it, perfectly happy that his speech won’t be remembered after whatever humor Abbey is about to bring.

Once Abbey finally exits the stage, Luke and Sierra thoroughly upstage them both with a rendition of “Can’t Help Falling in Love.”

“Yeah, I’m glad I’m not singing tonight,” Calum breathes to Roy during it. Roy responds by sliding an arm around his waist and pressing a kiss to his cheek. They spend the rest of the song pressed against each other, leaching warmth in the January night.

Calum doesn’t have too many moments that he wants to live in forever. He knows there’s always another good one on the horizon, mixed within the mediocre ones and the bad ones that help him grow as a person. He doesn’t want to be stuck in one and miss out on all of the others, but this one… this is a moment that Calum would be okay lingering in.

It’s a beautiful song made better by the love between the two people singing it and the love between the two people they’re singing it for. Everyone in the yard listens quietly, soft smiles on their faces as they stand huddled with their loved ones. Calum’s heart swells.

Calum closes his eyes for the last chorus, savoring this feeling.

No one else approaches the stage once Luke and Sierra finish, and eventually someone turns the playlist on again. The caterers subtly clear the food, all of the dirty dishes and leftovers disappearing while Calum is distracted by Roy and Michael and Crystal and all of the other friends filling the back yard with laughter.

Calum doesn’t know how long everyone lingers, time moving syrupy slow without the sun crawling across the sky, but eventually someone approaches Michael and Crystal with well-wishes for a wonderful night and says goodbye. Other guests follow, and one of the bridesmaids takes Abbey home with her to sleep off what is sure to be a fun hangover. Calum helps the event planner coordinate clean up and tear down while the rest of the band and partners distract the couple so neither of them try to help, until he, too, is unceremoniously told to hang out with his friends and let everyone do their jobs instead of getting in the way.

“I think that’s probably our cue,” Luke says, laughing at him. “Michael, Crystal, it’s been a pleasure.”

Luke and Michael shake each other’s hands with rigid seriousness before dissolving into laughter and pulling each other into a hug. Ashton takes his leave shortly after, and soon only Michael, Crystal, Roy, and Calum remain. The stage has been stripped with the efficiency of a practiced road crew, the gorgeous flower arrangements have moved to tasteful positions around the deck and patio, and the long banquet table has disappeared, replaced by Michael and Crystal’s normal outdoor furniture. Moose and Southy lie in the yard exhausted, two bright spots against the dark grass. The only sounds remaining in the yard are the faint rumble of cars from the street and the echoes of voices and laughter from the evening.

“How does it feel, Mr. and Mrs. Clifford?” Roy asks, voice barely lifting over the quiet atmosphere.

Crystal hums and looks at Michael, both of them still attached at the hip. She abandoned her heels when the first guests left, and Michael seems to be making up for the few inches by meeting her halfway, curved down towards her.

“It feels… about the same,” Michael says, smiling at her.

“But better,” Crystal replies.

“Yeah,” Michael agrees. “About the same, but better.”

A breeze passes through the yard, colder now that the heaters have been turned off and put away, but Calum doesn’t shiver. He feels Roy’s pinkie wrap around his as Michael and Crystal huddle closer. For a moment, the four of them stand in the yard, quiet and happy. About the same, but better.

“Ready to head in?” Calum asks, tilting his head towards the house, where someone was kind enough to leave a few lights on for the couple.

“I think so,” Crystal says, surveying the yard one last time. Michael whistles for the dogs, then calls when Southy shoots them a dirty look instead of standing. He doesn’t move until Crystal calls, and Calum cuts off Michael’s disgruntled mumbling with a hug, wrapping him in his arms as tight as he can. Michael rises to the challenge and tries to suffocate him in kind.

“I love you,” Calum says to his shoulder. Michael wheezes a laugh.

“I love you, too. But not when you’re trying to kill me.”

Calum finally releases him, straightening his suit jacket for him as he goes. Michael catches him with a squeeze on his shoulder.

“Seriously, thank you,” he says, sincerity coating his words. “For everything.”

He could be just talking about best man duties, but Calum knows how to hear the words Michael doesn’t say.

For the longest time, it was just the two of them. Then, they added Luke and Ashton. Still, Calum always prided himself on loving Michael, even when he’s being annoying or prickly or getting them in trouble. He holds him up as best he could when he’s down, and Michael brings endless adventure and joy to Calum’s life. Calum does his best to return the favor, even in the past year when they couldn’t see each other much due to COVID, dropping off care packages and sending voice notes on his phone with pictures of Duke when he could.

They’re brothers, and they always will be.

Now, amidst all of the other friends and family they’ve gained along the way, Michael has found a wife and Calum has gained another sister. It isn’t just the two of them anymore, and it never will be again.

It’s strange, realizing that over the past decade he’s had to give his best friend away to be loved by other people. It feels right, too. Michael deserves all of the love in the world.

Calum nods, swallowing around the lump in his throat.

His hug with Crystal is shorter and significantly less aggressive, but she lingers with her arms around his waist as well.

“Congratulations,” he says while she smiles at him.

“Thank you, Calum,” she replies, then kisses him on the cheek.

Nothing more needs to be said. Some things have been spoken so much that they don’t need to be reiterated every time, like a wedding without the vows. Michael and Crystal didn’t make any verbal promises today, just signed the papers, but the wedding doesn’t feel worse without it, just like this conversation doesn’t need paragraphs of explanation.

They’re all on the same page. They’ve given the vows before, on tour buses and backyards and random cafes around the world, using different words and different actions. The meaning is still the same.

“Have a good night,” Calum calls as Michael and Crystal head to the house for their first night as a married couple. He knows that they both hear the I love you contained within.

“Come on,” Roy says, linking their hands together and tilting his head up. They’re too close to the city and it’s too cloudy to see any stars, but Calum knows that they’re up there, unspoken and unseen.

“Let’s go home,” Calum finishes for him. They walk towards the gate perfectly in sync, and Calum makes his own sort of vow silently.

It doesn’t need to be spoken, not right now. They’re all on the same page.

#my writing #5sos fic #5sos fanfic #roylum #malum #yay first fic of 2024!!!!#YAY 100TH FIC ACROSS ALL MY AO3 PSEUDS!!!!

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chevvy-yates · 2 years

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See you again in the Afterlife – Part III

“Ah, look who is back from playing ‘hook me up some rando’? Guy said you weren’t his type, huh?” Ryder hollers, as their ginger runner arrives back at their table. “You really think you’re funny, Ry, do you?” V counters. “I think I’m adorable! And you know that.” “Yeah sure—” Vijay adds, while placing one hand onto his hip. His thoughts are still stuck in the conversation he had with Arki just a minute ago and suddenly, he has to smirk. “Actually, one of the first things ‘hook-me-up-rando’ said to me was ‘cutie’, so— who’s the adorable now?”” Vijay tells with such pride in his voice and giving a taunt look from above, Ryder almost spills his beer. Their German dude didn’t reckon with that. “You’re kidding me, right?” “Nah, he really said that. Surprised me as well at first, I gotta admit. — Felt flattered.” V let out an earnest laugh.

“V-san, you know him from somewhere?” Hizumi asks because they were curious as well. Meanwhile V is sitting back down onto his bar stool across Ryder. “That ‘hook-up rando’ is a merc. Name’s Arki — ring anythin’?” He gets two shaking heads for an answer. “Well, I’ve come across him before.” “Oh, you two chooms already?” “Wouldn’t say ‘choom’ is exactly the word for this.” “C’mon, spit it out!” the dark-haired man demands impatiently. “He’s the demon.” “Demon?” Ryder repeats. “Of Kabuki?” Hizumi asks further. “Yup.”

A mere second of no one talking passed until both, Chigasaki-san and Ryder start laughing. “Oh, come on V — not that demon stuff again. You see demons everywhere now since that encounter.” Vijay can hear in Scharfenberg’s voice, that once again he didn’t take him seriously. “Alright, I get it that you two still ain’t believin’ me — but it is him!” All he receives is some more banter. “Yeah right. And I am Sant Nikolaus!” Ryder exclaims, back sipping his beer after he recovered from his laugh. “For fucks sake, Ryder! I fuckin’ asked him!” Their runner almost shouts now making Ryder nearly spit his beer once again. “You did what!?” “You heard right!” “V, do I have to worry about you? You going to randos now — asking them if they are the Kabuki demon just because they got some red optics installed?” “What did he answer?” Hizumi quickly interferes, wanting to know. “Just asked him. He remembered me. Of course, he officially denied it but then added so only I could hear it, sometimes he lets people know who can handle it.”

“He tells you the truth because he thinks you can handle it!?” Ryder seems to be losing it a little now. “Herrgott, Vijay! Didn’t expect you to be that naïve — Everyone can claim that!” Vijay sighs, because it seems useless to get his friends to believe him. Nonetheless, he sets for a counter. “Dude, you really wanna keep playing this for fun, don’t you? You know I never lied to you. So why don’t you just believe me?” “Because there is no such thing as the Demon of Kabuki. Look around. People dress up like demons all the time! That stupid legend lives mainly from it. So, it was just some gonk, alright? And that guy you just talked to? — Guess he thought it was funny to give you what you wanted to hear. Ever thought of that?” Vijay glares at him. If there was one thing about Ryder that could make him angry it was his stubbornness. “Yeah, whatever …”

Then he turns to address Chigasaki again. “Say Hizu-chan, you saw him some years ago, right?” Chigasaki steadies onto their seat replying with a short “Hai.” “Did you look into his eyes?” “Sure. I wasn’t near him, but I zoomed in and he happened to look right back at me, knowing I was watching him. They are damn scary!” “What did it feel like havin’ those eyes lookin’ at ya? You remember?” Vijay wants to know next. “Oh, I remember like it was yesterday. It’s like they pierced right through me. Felt like I got hacked though I didn’t. But there was a superior feeling when someone hacked into my nervous system as if they wanted to read my mind. A-and I felt something that was like an overall adrenaline rush flowing thr—” “THAT!” Vijay cuts in. “That’s what happened to me, too. I got this rush as well. Felt like the air was full of electricity.” “I didn’t feel any electricity though, V,” Hizumi states, looking a bit confused but Vijay doesn’t seem to bother about that because he continues on. “Back then and just now when I was talking to him.”

Ryder aligned his beer bottle along with his cigarette pack and his lighter, now answering in a more earnest voice, “So, you are really serious about it, hmm?” “Told you, I am!” The black-haired man decides to pick up his lighter, so he could play around with it, seeming to think for a moment. “Well, if Hizumi-san will have that feeling again, given the chance we ever get to meet this guy, then I’m going to believe you.” Vijay lit himself a cigarette asking back, “Okay. What’s the stake?” “If you win I’ll buy you every drink you want on and off the menu for a month. If I win, you’ll buy me all the beer I can manage to drink — also a month.” “Deal!” Vijay bends over the table, a bright smirk on his lips holding out his hand for Ryder to shake in. Ryder would not win this one.

After they ended their discussion about the next gig they wanted to proceed, everyone seemed to be hanging in his own thoughts for a while. Scharfenberg just arrives back at the table with another fresh beer when he hears V cursing a little, seeming to search something via his mobile. “Yo, something wrong with your phone?” Vijay doesn’t look up but mumbles something to him instead. “Just tryin’ to see if he’s somewhere on the net.” “Who? That Arni guy? “Arki!” Vijay corrects Ryder fast, making him glare back but no use since his ginger friend doesn’t look up. “Arni, Arki, Archy. What’s the difference?” he exclaims a bit sorely. A mere second later V looks up to Ryder who is still giving him a glare. “Hey, doesn’t it sound similar to the word ‘Anarchy’?” “What do you mean?” “Arki – it’s pronounced like ‘anarchy’ — maybe I just need to write it with a ‘k’?” V mumbles already retyping, ready to hit the search once again. Ryder makes a face. Why is he so obsessed with this guy now? He rolls his eyes and decides to sit back down at the table trying to get Chigasaki back into talking since Vijay seems to only have eyes for his phone now.

About half an hour later and after many attempts to find out more about Arki, Vijay is ready to give up. He tried almost everything he could think of on every platform he knew and registered, too. The only one that was left taking a look into now was cybergram. He almost lost hope to find something when he reads the fourth result. A(na)rki. His thump already moves to click onto it without thinking further, opening a user profile that definitely shows pictures of the man he was searching for. The posts were very good, almost artsy. He decides to read the profile description after looking at a few posted pics. It says ‘Booba man’ and right underneath stands ‘merc’ and ‘fashion, photography, fire’. Booba ma— WHAT? V is already about to scream in his head, as he clicks onto one of the archived stories that is named with ‘Looks’ just to find super neat and also hot pics of the man, he was just talking to earlier, packed in nice tight-fitting clothes and showing his well-trained body in general that V almost thinks he’s looking at some hot gay magazine.

“Dude? You alright?” Ryder asks, as he casually side-glances at his friend again, who seemed to just stare at his phone with a wide-eyed look on his face and mouth slightly open. “V, you just lost half of your skin color! Either it is some new chrome I don’t know of, you didn’t tell me about or it is just your blood flow getting disrupted?” The ginger runner doesn’t look up, just continues to stare at the story pictures and muted videos. “Ya, all blood went south,” he manages to mumble, still hearable for Ryder. It took a second for Scharfenberg to realize and his eyes widened a little. “Wait— you watching porn now?” “N-no– I mean, sorta, yeah?” “If it’s a hot dude, show me!” Ryder says with joy in his voice that finally manages to get Vijay away from looking at the screen. “No!” “Why not? As far as I remember, we used to watch porn together.” “That was a long time ago. Watch your own, Ry!” Vijay replies a bit gruffly now. He would never dare to share with Ryder what he just found out about Arki. Scharfenberg pouts at that harsh answer. “Dann eben nicht! Just don’t start beating your meat here now!” he reminds him with a slight giggle at the end. Somehow, Ryder didn’t seem to connect one plus one that what Vijay was looking at has to do with Arki. He already forgot that guy exists.

“Anyway, we should go home, get some sleep,” Chigasaki mentions with a yawn and Ryder nods. “Yeah, Hizu is right. We’ve got a job that requires us to be done during the day. Better be well rested.” Vijay finally manages to turn off the display screen and comes back to his senses. He welcomes the sudden topic change and therefore doesn’t bother to answer Ryder’s stupid commentary from before. “Right, let’s call it a day.”

Once they were outside in the parking lot of the Afterlife the team’s ways parted into different directions. None of them left without giving the other a hug, though, before each of them is heading to their apartments. Vijay’s thoughts, however, were still all about Arki on his entire way and even when he fell into his cozy bed after arriving home, they didn’t stop for a while until he eventually managed to fall asleep.

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-> PART I <- -> PART II <-

Setting: Cyperpunk 2077 Arki belongs to @nervouswizardcycle. Vijay, Ryder and Hizumi belong to me.

Text is a result of rp snippets we did together and will be doing onwards.

#cyberpunk 2077 #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #oc fanfiction #rp fic #oc: vijay steyr #oc: ryder von scharfenberg #brotp: stuck on you #oc: hizumi chigasaki #also about:#arki #otp: spiced paprika #original characters #long post #cyberpunk fanfic #yo the final missing part #I had a lot of fun actually writing my to boys talking together

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wannaberp · 2 years

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— WHO IS KWON MINJAE?

he’s a TWENTY year old wannabe, born DECEMBER 9, 2002. he’s currently eyeing LIME ENTERTAINMENT and lives by the words “i flutter alone.”

maybe you should learn more or ask him a question.

▶ PLAY THE CLIP [ harsh_critique.mp4 ]

'send us a video of you singing and we'll critique it!' the post had read. minjae couldn't explain why he decided to go through with sending a short clip of himself singing to strangers over the internet, but it felt like an opportunity that he couldn't pass up. in hindsight, the author of the original post had not claimed to be affiliated with any major company or anything of the sort. as far as he knew, it could've just been a couple of kids with free range over the internet who were just looking for some cheap entertainment. he was just so desperate to get himself out there that he hadn't done much investigating into the matter.

if he wanted to have a shot at impressing the faceless people on the other side of the computer, he'd have to wait for the perfect moment. which really just meant that, as soon as his parents had left to run their usual errands, minjae would scurry into his room and shut the door behind him. despite the fact that he was alone, he still held the microphone attached to his earbuds closely to his mouth before singing in a hushed tone. all he managed to get out was a chorus from one of his favorite ballads before he quickly stopped the audio recording. he wasn't willing to risk being caught in the act.

now that a few days had gone by, minjae decided to check if the same account had posted any kind of updates. scrolling through the multiple posts featuring submissions from other anonymous users, he finally stops after catching a glimpse of his username. a rush of adrenaline passes through him. with his eyes frantically scanning the dim laptop screen, his heart slowly starts to sink. 'your voice is just too nasally! it doesn't sound natural at all. you should practice more before sending anything else.'

despite the fact that he was sitting alone in his room, he could feel his face burning up with embarrassment. why had he stepped out of his comfort zone and shared the video of himself? but he couldn't give up, right? if he did, it just meant that he'd be living the same day over and over again under his parent's rule. but becoming an idol — it was a reason to exist. if not for himself, than for those who actually supported him.

#BE:ACCEPTED #son dongpyo #mirae

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duskamethyst · 3 years

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stranger danger.

a/n: did i sit on top of my car to imagine this? sure did. a part of the jujutsu hub collab! thank you vee @suna-reversed for organizing this horny event for us horny people.

word count: 3.8k

genre: smut, nsfw, pwp

warnings: dubcon, literally dumbass porn, degradation + praising kink, daddy kink, gun play, mentions of alcohol consumption, dui and death, public sex, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, implied kidnapping

pairing: criminal!toji x f!reader

summary: dozing off in a parking lot seems dangerous but it seems like the right thing to do. that is, until a mysterious man taps on your window.

you shouldn’t have trusted yourself. you’ve vowed to yourself not to drink tonight, especially when you were driving to the city by yourself. maybe one drink wouldn’t hurt, you thought. but that one drink led you to another until you eventually found yourself light headed and could barely walk in a straight line let alone drive home.

so now you decide it’s best to just stop in a random parking lot and doze off for a couple of hours until you’re certain that you’re sober and ready to continue your journey back home. thankfully the lights are on and there are a few other empty cars in the lot, giving you somewhat a sense of security.

even though you aren’t completely sane at the moment, you make sure the doors are locked, turn off the engine and roll your windows down slightly to allow ventilation. if you could avoid a possible car crash, might as well avoid dying from inhaling some fatal gas. so you push back your seat and close your eyes to let sleep take you over.

but it isn’t for long until you hear a knock on the window.

startled and confused, you instantly get up thinking it would be one of the securities patrolling the area, telling you to scram but you’re only met with a rather handsome man, tall and brawny standing next to your car.

he leans down to your eye level and glares at you intimidatingly before he speaks, “get out.”

in such a panicky situation, your heavy cluttered brain doesn’t really tell you what to do nor what the hell is happening so you only stare back at him tongue tied, unable to properly gauge the situation thanks to both chemicals in your system and adrenaline pumping through your veins.

“are you deaf?” he snarls with anger distorting his face.

the sharp eyes piercing through you coupled with the discernible scar on his lips go so well into his menacing demeanor and you’re aware he’s getting impatient. unsure of what to do, your hand reaches for your keys to turn on the engine, thinking it’s best to leave but he bangs on the window as if to tell you that isn’t what he wanted.

“i only told you to get out. so, get the fuck out. now.” toji waits for you to comply, but instead you just sit there frozen and he sighs in exasperation. “look, i have a fucking gun. and if you don’t do as i say, i won’t hesitate to shoot your brains off. you don’t need it anyway, right?”

toji fishes out his gun, waving it in front of you in warning. “and you’d be fucking dumb to think it isn’t loaded.”

the threatening sight of the firearm is finally what makes you unlock your doors and he immediately swings the door open and pulls you out from your vehicle by the wrist. toji eyes you up and down, taking a special interest in the mini skirt you don with a filthy smirk across his face. he peeks inside the car briefly, delighted over the fact that you’re all alone in the middle of the night– in some deserted parking lot, no less.

“where were you from?” he suddenly asks with less gruff in his tone. the eyes raking up and down your smaller frame so flagrantly makes you feel small and vulnerable.

you lick your lips to return moisture lost to parched skin as your eyes shift from his gun to his face. “a party.”

“a party, hm?” he does a double take on your whole skimpy outfit, sending a plethora of titillating thoughts to run in his head and waking up his primal instincts. he hasn’t gotten his dick wet for a while and opportunities don’t come by so easily when he’s a man on the run. he’d have to be an idiot to let this chance slip through his fingers.

“must’ve put a lot of thought on your outfit tonight. why don’t you give me a little twirl?”

toji deliberately taps the gun on the side of his thigh, reminding you what could happen if you either scream or run. getting the hint, you decide to entertain him, knowing well that you could end up with a bullet in any part of your body if you try to escape.

but do you oppose the idea of a sickeningly attractive man trying to check you out with a weapon in his hand? not really. if anything, the alarming nature of the affair only gives a delicious thrill to your already messed up nerves.

his predatory gaze is fixed on your voluptuous curves and the little sway of your hips as you gracelessly turn around in your heels, making blood rush straight down to his cock before telling you to stop.

“get in front of the car.” he urges.

“huh? why?”

toji cocks the loaded gun in front of you, his expression turning stern and serious once more. “no talking, just do it.”

you walk towards the front with the gun behind your head, careful not to miss your step until you’re facing your car.

“hands on the hood.” he demands, dark eyes silently watching you do as you’re told like a well-trained dog.

you’re certain he can see your ass cheeks peeking underneath the hem of your skirt as cold air hits your skin. the thought of a pair of eyes staring you down hungrily forms an anticipative knot to pull tightly in your stomach as your mind wonders about the dirty things he might and could do to you.

the next thing you feel is the cool metal of the barrel under your skirt, making you shudder as it caresses your puffy folds before dragging upwards to hike up the hem of your unbearably short skirt in favor of checking your panties but oh, what a delightful surprise– not a single thread underneath it all.

“no panties?” he bites back a groan when he notices the glistening slick coated around his black gun. “don’t tell me you’re getting off to this?”

“‘m not–” you deny meekly despite the blossoming heat between your thighs growing bigger when you feel the tip of the barrel against your drenched cunt again.

“don’t lie. you’re a little slut aren’t you? went to a party without your panties on– something tells me you’re an attention whore.” he mocks, poking the gun against your entrance only to observe your little squirms.

“not a slut!” you whine giddily as you spontaneously grind against the long barrel in seek of relief for the dull ache that has formed in your core.

“no? you’re gonna tell me you’re not jerking off to my gun right now?” he chastises with a satirical smile on his lips, feeling his cock harden even more from watching the way you’re eagerly rubbing against the gun he currently holds in his hand.

“i– i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you try not to let your words slur as you play coy, even when breaths are already hitching in your throat.

“oh yeah? ‘cause that cunt is positively leaking right now.” you whimper at his words, being bad and filthy never felt so good– especially to a man you don’t even know. “bet you want me to fill that needy cunt.”

“mhm!” you mewl, gyrating your hips even more salaciously once you manage to find an angle to rub your sensitive clit, sending waves of sensations to every fiber and nerve in your body.

“now that’s an honest little slut.” he coos with amusement lacing in his voice. “why don’t you beg for it?”

you tilt your head back towards him, bottom lip jutting out into a cute pout and eyes pleading. “please..?”

toji lets out a huff, “not good enough, sweetheart.”

your eyes narrow at him, hoping he can read the desperation in them as you call him in the softest mewl that you've used to numerous guys before. “daddy.”

“hmm?” he strokes your clit by rubbing the gun back and forth and watches you quiver with a lopsided grin across his face.

“w-want– need your cock, daddy.” you pant in a shameless expression of your need for him.

“what do you need daddy to do to you, pretty girl?” he studies the barrel, now smeared with your slick.

“need daddy to fuck me– fuck my little tight cunt.”

toji draws his gun away and raises it at the back of your head. “then, get on your knees.”

you don’t need to be told twice as you instantly turn around and face him, the gun now pointing directly to your forehead and follows you even until you’re already kneeled in front him.

“you went a little too fast there, didn’t you?” he chuckles, the sound is smoky and alluring. “so eager. now, take off my pants.”

your hand reaches up to unbuckle his belt and undo his button before pulling the zipper down and tugging off his pants and briefs hastily. your mouth waters at the sight; his thick cock is already throbbing, tip flushing red and leaking precum with a prominent vein on the underside – causing you to quickly disregard the life-threatening weapon in front of your head.

seeing you blatantly gawk at him causes pride to spiral in his chest, as if you’ve never seen a dick before. but is it bad for toji to assume that you've never seen a dick as big as his?

“getting nervous now?” he teases. “fuck that. put it inside your mouth.”

toji exhales sharply once your tongue carefully licks off the salty pre on the tip, rousing him further with only kitten licks until the barrel nudges your head in warning, forcing you to stop your ministrations.

“are you asking to get a hole through your head?” he scowls, showing apparent irritation.

“no.” you answer meekly.

“then? i told you to put it inside your fucking mouth.”

“‘m sorry, daddy.” you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and give it a few pumps up and down his shaft in hopes to please him and calm him down. “promise i’ll be a good girl.”

“then stop fucking around.”

without a second to waste, you wrap your lips around his cock and hollow your cheeks, squeezing and milking his cock with your tongue and throat as your head bobs up and down. you graze your tongue on the underside and slowly drag upwards, following the curve of his vein before giving a harsh suck on his tip, drawing out a loud groan from his throat.

“look at daddy.”

and you do, fixing your gaze with his darker ones as you slobber his cock with so much drool and you relax your throat in order to force yourself down to the base, devouring him whole even as he tilts the gun next to your head.

“wish i had my phone right now. you should see how you look.” his other hand reaches the top of your head, holding you in place and causes you to choke slightly before jerking his hips forward and begins to fuck your throat.

squelching noises resonate in the silent air, mingled with his grunts. drool starts to seep from the corners of your mouth and tears begin to well up in your eyes as his heavy balls slap against your chin.

“boys must really love you, hm?” you can feel the tension in his fingers as he puts monumental effort into restraining himself and he finally draws his gun away. “just taking it like a good girl.”

you can only whimper around his cock, the praise making you feel hotter that you find your hand between your thighs to push a finger inside your wet cunt.

“fuck– yeah, keep touching yourself like that.” he growls, the sound rumbling in his chest as the vibrations from your muffled moans are slowly sending him to the brink of an orgasm.

you’re too immersed by your own finger pumping in and out to even care about the ache that has formed on your jaw but the moment you feel his cock twitching, you both know it won’t be long until he breaks down.

“you’re gonna swallow all of it. got it?” he states more than questions, feeling his balls tightening as he starts to lose the last remaining control he owns.

you hum in response and flutter your eyes close and you wait until his hips still before he spurts thick ropes of cum down your throat, invading all your senses with the bitter taste of his load.

once he has emptied, you pull away with your tongue gliding along his length, not forgetting to lick off the sensitive slit to clean off any remnants.

“open your mouth.” he demands. you part your puffy lips and stick your tongue out, showing your obedience to his prior order and a delightful smirk makes its way on his face upon seeing that you’ve downed every drop of his cum. “good girl.”

“to be honest, i didn’t think you’d cum quickly.” you blurt out bluntly.

his brows furrow and his face contorts into a scowl. “‘fuck did you say?”

you shrug nonchalantly. you don’t know where it’s coming from either– the alcohol still lingering in your veins or the fact that you feel beyond proud that you’ve made him, some guy who claimed that he wanted to rob your car cum so fast. “well, all the guys told me i give the best head but none of them ever–”

“get up. face the car.”

toji clicks his tongue as you blink at him in confusion and he grabs your arm to pull you up on your feet before spinning you around and bending you down on the hood with his body pressing against your back. you swallow nervously when you feel a nudge against your ass, his dick is still hard despite the fact that he has cummed just a minute ago.

“you’re gonna regret that. once i fucking ravage that little cunt, you’re gonna be begging for me to cum quick.” he leans down to your ear as he threatens, sending shivers up and down your spine.

“i’m sor–”

“no. i won’t give a shit if it hurts you or when you cry for me to stop.”

toji gives a harsh smack on the plump flesh, making you jolt in surprise. with your hands down on the hood, he lifts up one of your knees on top of the car, causing you to spread wide open in an instant before he impatiently pokes the tip of his cock against your pulsating hole.

“but that’s what you want, right?”

your eyes roll back, lips parting in an appreciative squeal as you feel his fat cock stretches you out accompanied with a delicious burn when he sinks in deeper.

“mmh– s-so big–!”

“yeah? never had a dick this big before?” toji pulls out almost completely, eyes fixed on the cock glistening with your slick under the street lights, not missing the white cream attached onto the skin.

“n-no– ah–!”

toji cuts you off with one hard slam of his hips, drilling his cock into your tight pussy in a brutal pace while you keen and whimper as it brushes against your walls, each stretch and drag inside you so exquisite while deep crescent shapes of his nails form on your pliant skin as he holds you firmly by the hips for leverage.

“no wonder you’re so fucking tight. stupid boys didn’t know how to fuck you right.” his words thrum in a burst of heat as he growls in your ear, breaking through your every thought.

you tilt your head towards him with heavy lidded eyes and meet his lust addled gaze. your mouth is gaping in breathless moans, tongue slightly lolled out from your lips as you try to reach closer to his scarred lips, wanting to crash your lips onto his before it stretches into a devilish smirk and you feel warm liquid lands on your palate.

“you looked like you were begging to taste my spit.” he mocks. toji watches as you eagerly swallow it down your throat and he lets out a brittle chuckle. “dirty slut.”

your pussy flutters upon hearing how he degrades you, causing you to buck your hips wildly against him in an attempt to meet his thrusts.

“you liked that, didn’t you? i can feel you clamping down on me like a fucking whore.” he derides, fucking you harder and deeper until your world is reduced into nothing but the way he makes you feel completely stuffed and filled, the cockhead kissing your cervix with each deep strokes.

“please– make me cum, daddy–” you keen as pressure pulls taut in your lower stomach, the slick noises are so loud that the both of you can hear them even through your moans.

your body flushes against his, so close together and you can only focus on the sounds of flesh against flesh, the salacious rhythm making you more delirious.

“then, cum for me. let me feel you gush all over me.” toji brings his fingers to rub against your clit, easily tipping you over the edge by pressing tight circles until you find yourself crashing down with an orgasm exploding throughout your body.

“you want more?” he taunts, helping you ride out the aftershock by continuously rutting his hips into your cunt and not giving you the slightest chance to recuperate.

“ah– ‘s too much–” you whimper as soon as the pleasure begins to numb and you clutch onto his wrist tightly to try and pry his hand away from your sensitive clit.

“too much? don’t think that i’m done with you yet.”

toji finally draws away from you, but only turns you around to face him and effortlessly puts you on top of the hood with your elbows propping your weight. with his hands, he spreads and keeps your legs apart before sheathing his cock back inside your pulsing cunt again, completely mindless of your pathetic sobs. he lifts up your top, not surprised over the lack of bra underneath and he intently watches the way your tits bounce with each merciless pound of his cock.

“s-stop– please–” you whimper feebly as you try to shut your trembling legs together but he doesn’t budge and only keeps his grip on your thighs even tighter, stretching out your pussy for him wider.

“fucking take it.”

toji ignores your plea and his head dips low to your chest, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples and starts to flick it with his tongue coupled with harsh sucks until he pulls back with a pop and watches as the nipple stands erect before assaulting the other, swiftly sending sparks of pleasure down to the bundle of nerves.

“might as well keep you around. be my personal fucktoy. would you like that?” he grins up at you to see your jaw slacking, mouth falling in a wide ‘o’ as the burn down your core begins to cease.

“yesyesyes– make me your slut–!” your toes curl, making your heels drop down to the ground while your knuckles turn white from squeezing your hands into balled fists too hard.

“yeah? you’d do anything for a good fuck, huh?” he sneers at you, although he’s fascinated with your state of arousal.

“mhm– need daddy to fill me up with his cum–” your back rests against the car, reveling in the feeling of his cock abusing your swollen cunt like you’re nothing but a sex doll.

“but daddy’s not gonna cum yet. not even when you’re tightening around him like this.” toji slams your hips down closer to him, fucking into you deeper and harder with his heavy balls smacking your ass.

“t-too deep–! daddy, i’ll–” you babble, losing the ability to form cohesive words as you feel a strange knot twisting rapidly in your guts. the feeling is too intense and unbearable– the refined drags of his vein brushing against your spongy walls is anything but agonizing.

“come on. use your big girl words.” he drags out slowly and quickly pumps back into you ruthlessly. “or are you too dumb already?”

“i’m gonna–”

toji lifts up your legs over his shoulders as he leans down closer to you and he nips on your pulse point, causing your body to tense as your hands find home in his dark locks and tight shirt.

as soon as he lets go, your pupils are blown wide as pleasure washes throughout your body and you feel yourself gushing around the cock still buried inside you along with a broken moan from your lips. the release is oddly more relieving than your prior orgasm, making your body feel lighter as your mind ascends to a state of euphoria. you find yourself panting heavily as you squirt all over him, staining his black shirt with clear fluid and with some of it dribbling down to his thick thighs.

“making such a mess on daddy.” he groans as he feels your walls convulse around him rapidly, milking his cock dry and slowly dragging him down to his own high for the second time of the night.

you can only look at him in a cockdaze with no particular thoughts running inside your head, each one formed gone like popping bubbles. your eyes glued onto every bit of his features; the brows furrowed in concentration, the lips parting in grunts, the damp matted hair against his forehead and you drink the sight of it all even when you’re not sure if you’ll remember it all the next morning.

“fuck– it’d be a shame to not cum inside this pretty cunt, right?” his thrusts turn sporadic, dick twitching as a telltale of his pending orgasm that’s soon to crash down over him. he didn’t need to hear your answer as he ruts into you faster, hips stuttering out of control before a low, guttural sound escapes his throat as he shoots hot ropes of cum, flooding into your womb and stuffing you full with his seed.

and once he lets go of your legs you can feel your whole body sore all over, but you can’t bring yourself to care nor whatever is going to happen after this when the man in front of you has given you what you truly wanted and made you feel satiated like you’ve never felt before.

toji pulls out his spent cock and runs a hand through his hair before putting his pants back on. a cocky smirk graces his lips at the sight of your fucked out body, still splayed on top of the hood with his cum dribbling out from your pussy.

he presses your cheeks together with one hand and forces you to look at him, even as your lids are getting heavy to lift.

“i was serious about you being my fucktoy– and stealing your car.” he cackles. “so, do you wanna be in the back seat or do you prefer the trunk?”

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tobesolonely · 4 years

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grammy night

A/n: like most of you, watching harry perform WS did something to me. i rushed to my computer to write this IMMEDIATELY... not proofread but i hope u all enjoy nonetheless! Thanks @nationalharryleague for looking this over and hyping me up.

summary: y/n wants to show her grammy winning boyfriend just how proud she is of him💕

warnings: smut, mentions of the pandemic!

word count: ~3k

my ko-fi! thank you :)

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You decided that “Harry Styles, Grammy-nominated artist!” had a lovely ring to it.

Harry knew how proud you were of him; you had been making it known to him in the days leading up to his big night. You fretted over him more than you usually did, showered him in an obnoxious amount of compliments, and were the most intimate you’d ever been with him–– but who was he to complain?

Obviously, he knew you could care less whether he won or lost, and quite frankly, he didn’t care either. Just being able to perform at the Grammy’s, much less open it, was the opportunity of a lifetime. The fact that he was hitting such a big professional milestone with you by his side just made it that much better. You were both buzzing.

It had been months since Harry had performed. You knew how much he missed being in front of a live audience and hearing people scream his name, conceited as he was. He had been spending so much time rehearsing the one song he was performing, wanting it to be absolutely perfect. Your boyfriend was a perfectionist, after all! If he was going to do something, he either did it one hundred and ten percent, or he didn’t do it at all.

Although you were used to your boyfriend’s pre-performance jitters, it still wasn’t an easy sight to see. He would pace so much that beads of sweat would collect in his hairline; he’d shake, tremble, and have to be reminded to breathe. You’d think after ten years of doing this he would be a pro, but he was only human, after all.

“Been so long since I performed in front of people,” Harry muttered to you, examining his reflection in his make-shift dressing room. “‘M nervous.”

“Don’t be nervous,” you reply, coming up behind him to rub his shoulders. He shoots you a look in the mirror. “I know it’s easier said than done but you have nothing to worry about. It’s “Watermelon Sugar” honey–– you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’ve performed this one dozens of times.”

“Things are jus’ so different now,” his voice drops an octave. “What if people are tired of the song?”

“I don’t think people are tired of the song.”

“It played on the radio a lot. Came out in 2019––”

“...And you’ve been busy with other things. No one’s gonna be upset that you haven’t released new music in the middle of a pandemic H, I promise you.”

Harry’s gaze meets yours again in the mirror briefly before he tilts his head back, silently asking for a kiss. You plant one on his lips before grabbing a tissue from a small table beside him, dabbing at his hairline.

“Stop sweating everything off, Harry,” you playfully scold your boyfriend. “Make-up artist has already been by to touch you up three times already, she’s probably running out of product.”

Your boyfriend lightly chuckles at this, causing you to smile. “I’ll just tell my body to cut it out. How’s tha’ sound?”

“Sounds good,” you reply, leaning down to kiss his nose. “You alright?”

You notice Harry deeply inhale. “I think so. How do I look?”

“Like a Grammy-nominated, soon-to-be Grammy-winning, artist.”

Harry’s skin flushes. “Stop it…” The sound of three short knocks on the door of his dressing room causes panic to flood his features.

“Hey, look at me,” you gently grab your boyfriend’s chin, turning his gaze up towards yours. “It’s my job to believe in you when you don’t believe in yourself. If you get nervous just know I’ll be sitting as close to the stage as they’ll let me.”

“Promise?”

“Promise. Now, go make me proud.”

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“Breathe me in, breathe me out…”

If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought Harry’s nerves in his dressing room were all theatrics. He was so in his element on stage, you were one hundred percent sure no one knew he was so nervous twenty minutes prior that he was turning green. He kept looking out into the small crowd, searching for you, and flashing you a dimpled grin once he did.

You were enjoying watching him prance around the stage while trying to keep up with the band on stage, looking a bit too proud of himself when he was able to stay on the beat while rhythmically snapping his hips along to the song. As the song came to an end and the dimmed lights started coming back on, you were led back to Harry’s dressing room by one of his guards as you heard the next performer being introduced.

“How did I do?” Harry asks loudly, adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

His voice causes you to jump. “You scared the shit out of me! How’d you get off stage so quickly?”

Harry grabs your arm and pulls you off the couch, wrapping you in a tight, sweaty hug. “Don’t know. I basically ran to ya.”

“You did incredibly,” you tell him, lips ghosting over his. “Just like I knew you would. I don’t wanna say you were nervous for nothing, but you kinda were.”

“Don’t wanna hear your teasin’.”

“Did you see how everyone was looking at you?”

“I only saw how you were lookin’ at me. I was only lookin’ at you.”

Your body heats up at Harry’s admission, causing you to look away. “You’re so cheesy, H.”

“I think I would’ve been about fifty times more nervous if you weren’t here with me,” he presses his nose against yours. “Thank you for bein’ here, Y/N. You make this whole thing so much more doable.” Harry places one… two… three wet kisses to your cheek before pulling away, walking back over to close the door he left open during his excitement to re-join you.

“Changing?”

“Yeah,” Harry turns to look at you as he pulls off his jacket. The sight of his bare chest causes you to thickly swallow. “‘M gonna put what I was wearin’ on the red carpet back on. We’re gonna move outside.”

You simply hum in response to what Harry said, sitting back on the couch to scroll through your phone as you wait for him to finish changing. Everyone was congratulating Harry on his performance and wishing him luck on his nominations. You read all the good luck texts for him that were sent to you out loud, watching as his smile grows bigger and bigger from all the love he was being showered in.

After helping Harry powder his T-zone you let him lead you out of the small room and out into an area with spaced-out circular tables, most of them with just two or three seats at them. The Grammy’s in the middle of a pandemic was unlike anything you had ever seen before, and you were pleasantly surprised at how smoothly things were running. Jeff is already sat at the table when you and Harry join him and you can visibly see him let out the breath he was holding.

“Your boyfriend ran off stage so quickly I thought I was gonna have to set up a search party to find him,” Jeff tells you, a slight hint of annoyance present in his voice. He then turns to Harry and says, “Fix your mask, please.”

“It is fixed,” Harry grumbles but adjusts it nonetheless, causing you to giggle.

Even though it was obvious your boyfriend was enjoying himself, you could still tell he was extremely nervous the closer it became to announcing the winner of the category he was nominated in. His grip on your thigh kept growing tighter and tighter and although you didn’t hate it, you worried he might cut off your circulation soon if he didn’t let go of you soon.

“H, take a deep breath,” you lean over to whisper in his ear. “You’re gonna make my thigh fall off.”

“Sorry, love,” if you could see his mouth under his mask, you’d see him biting his plump lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous in my fuckin’ life.”

“Never?”

“Have I?”

“I dunno. I’m asking you.”

You see Harry’s eyes crinkle. “Maybe when I asked you out for the first time.”

“You are seriously so cheesy.”

Harry doesn’t respond, just takes your hand in his and directs his attention back to the stage. His palm is sweaty in yours but you don’t release his grip on your hand, wanting to offer him as much comfort as you possibly could.

When they start naming the nominees for Best Pop Solo Performance, you literally have to remind Harry to control his breathing. Although he won’t be upset if he doesn’t win, you know it would still mean quite a bit to him if he did.

“And the winner for Best Pop Solo Performance is… Harry Styles!”

Your mouth falls open in shock as you turn to fully face your boyfriend who was looking down at your intertwined hands, eyes wide in surprise. He genuinely wasn’t expecting to win and that made this victory that much sweeter.

“Harry!” You yell to be heard above the cheers and applause of his colleagues in the crowd. Jeff stands and grabs Harry’s hand, pulling him out of his seat and into a tight hug. You stand up and clap loudly in admiration for your boyfriend, willing the tears not to fall from your eyes. He removes himself from Jeff and pulls you into him, your head pressed against his chest.

“I won a fuckin’ Grammy!” Harry shouts.

“I know!” You shout back, probably more excited than he was. “Get up there!”

Your boyfriend quickly removes his mask and hands it to you before hurrying to the makeshift stage, hugging the presenter before touching his Grammy in awe. He picks it up and then slowly sets it back down, shaking his head in disbelief.

“To everyone who made this record with me, thank you so much…”

You can’t stop the few tears that spill over your waterline–– you were so unbelievably proud of him. You’re not even paying attention to his acceptance speech as you’re too preoccupied with looking at everyone staring at your boyfriend in admiration.

“Lastly, I want to thank my girlfriend who’s sitting right there next to my manager, Jeffrey. She’s my number one fan, always believes in me when I don’t believe in myself,” he looks down at his shoes bashfully. “Wouldn’t be half the man I am today if it weren’t for her. This is our Grammy, love.”

You blow kisses to your boyfriend, ignoring the feeling of everyone’s eyes on you. As far as you were concerned, you and Harry were the only two people around at that moment. Your heart couldn’t have been any more full.

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To absolutely no one's surprise, you and Harry couldn’t keep your hands off each other for the remainder of the night. You were relieved there were no after parties being held that Harry would be expected to attend due to the pandemic because you could not get him alone fast enough.

“Slow down, Y/N,” Harry sets his Grammy on the foyer table as he kicks off his shoes. “Just us, innit? We’ve got all night, haven’t we?”

“I’m just so proud,” you tell him breathlessly, sucking on the underside of his jaw. “Let me show you.”

“You have been showin’ me. A lot, actually,” Harry leans his head back and closes his eyes in pleasure as you lick tantalizingly slow against his veiny neck. “Guess one more time wouldn’t hurt, though.”

“Do you want me to blow you or not?”

“Oh, so that’s what’s gonna happen here?”

“If you’re gonna be annoying, then no.”

“Kiiiding,” Harry rolls his eyes, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose. “C’mon, let me get you upstairs.”

”You’re the one that won a Grammy, not me,” you remind him. “Let me make you feel good.”

Harry lets out a quiet hum, guiding you towards the couch. “Exactly–– I’m the winner. Doesn’t that mean I should get what I want tonight?” He falls backward onto the couch, pulling you atop his lap. His hand roams down the front of your dress and he squeezes your breasts roughly, clearly delighted that you decided to forgo a bra tonight.

“I suppose,” you answer, biting back a moan.

“You suppose? Not in the mood for it tonight?” He starts to retract his hand but you grab his wrist, stopping him.

“I am!” You don’t even try to hide how desperate you are for your boyfriend.

“Gonna let me taste you, hmm?” As Harry asks his question he slowly slides off the couch and onto his knees in front of you, bunching your dress up around your hips. He leans in close to your already dripping center and inhales deeply, a blissed-out look on his face. “Smell fuckin’ incredible. I gotta taste ya.”

You spread your legs wider without even thinking about it, almost as if it’s on instinct. Harry easily moves your underwear to the side and immediately connects his lips with your clit, not giving you time to adjust to the sensation before he’s just going at it.

“Oh, Harry…”

“Rings on or off?” His voice is muffled due to your thighs being clamped around his head, but you can still understand what he’s saying.

“On!”

Harry chuckles against your cunt before sliding his index finger in with ease, loving the way you immediately clenched around the digit. “Y’like that, lovie? Wanna take another one?”

“Please.” Your boyfriend already has you breathless despite the fact that he was just getting started.

Harry slips his middle finger into you along with his index finger and starts curling it up in the way he knew you liked, trying his hardest to stimulate your g-spot. He looks extremely focused; leave it to Harry to make a night that was supposed to be all about him, not.

“S’fuckin’ tight,” he says, more so to himself. “You’d think with all the shags we’ve been ‘avin lately you’d be used to my fingers by now.”

You let out a loud groan at your boyfriend’s dirty talk. He knew that it was one of your biggest kinks so he usually overdid it just a tad bit. It’s not like you were complaining, though.

“Guess that means you’re not fuckin’ me hard enough, huh?”

Harry stops his movements and looks up at you through slightly hooded eyes, an amused (but not really) look on his face. “Not fuckin’ you hard enough? Well, why didn’t you just say so?”

You can tell by the tone of Harry’s voice that he has it out for you now, but there’s no use in recanting your statement. He was about to make sweet, primal, love to you and god were you ready. Harry goes back to mercilessly fucking into you with his thick fingers, speeding up or slowing down his pace based on how you clench around him.

”Fuck, H.”

“Feels nice?” He goes from moving his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion to a scissoring motion which feels just as good if not better.

“Yeah, really nice,” your fingers are tangled in Harry’s hair and you know he’ll give you hell later for getting it all knotted. “I’m close.”

“Already? Haven’t even properly fucked you yet,” Harry removes his fingers from you aching cunt agonizingly slow, wiping them on his expensive Gucci trousers. “Guess I’ll jus’ have to fix that, yeah?”

“I guess so.”

“You’ve got a mouth on you tonight, pet. Is that really any way to treat your Grammy-winning boyfriend-”

“Harry, come off it!” You exclaim, letting out a loud laugh as you watch him stand up and unbutton his pants. “You’re insufferable, I swear.”

Harry shoots you one of his blindingly bright smiles, wiggling his eyebrows as his pants pool around his feet. “Hey, ‘m just statin’ facts.”

He collapses onto the couch and pats his lap, giving his leaking cock two quick tugs. “Ride me.”

“Just because you won a Grammy doesn’t mean you don’t have to ask nicely anymore.”

“Y/N, my beautiful, dazzling, elegant girlfriend, will you please do me the honors of riding––”

“Why do you make everything so weird?” You groan as Harry laughs and pulls you into his lap with ease, wincing when your thigh brushes against his cock. Wordlessly, he places his hands on your hips and helps you sink down onto him, taking his lip in between his teeth to keep from yelling out.

”Fuck me…”

“I’m about to,” you reply, resting your head on his shoulder as you adjust to his size. His hands roam the expanse of your back as he waits for you to get used to the feeling on him, wanting to feel every part of your body all at once. Without warning, you begin sluggishly rolling your hips. You were in no rush anymore; you had him inside of you, and that was all you wanted from the start.

“S’that all you got in ya?” His tone is cheeky, almost mocking. “I think you can give me more than tha’.”

“I dunno if I can.”

“Why’s that?” Harry bucks his hips upward slightly causing you to let out a loud gasp.

“I just want you to fuck me. I don’t wanna do any work.”

At this, Harry quickly flips you over so your sweaty body is now below his. You moan at the sensation the new angle immediately brought you. “Want me on top like this? This is how you wanna have me, angel?”

You nod.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Harry,” your eyes squeeze shut as Harry begins quickly thrusting into you. “God, yes. That feels amazing.”

“Yeah? Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” Harry reaches his hand down to thumb at you clit and raises an eyebrow while awaiting your answer.

“God,” you grab onto your breasts to prevent them from bouncing around as Harry’s thrusting into you but he rips your hand away.

“Wanna see ‘em.”

“Right there,” you moan, no longer trying to bite back your sounds of pleasure. Between Harry eating you out, fingering you, and now fucking you harder than he has in ages, you were a few sloppy thrusts away from coming all over his cock. “I’m gonna cum–”

“...Already?”

You know he’s teasing but you still reach between your sweaty bodies to swat at his bare chest. “Don’t tease!”

“‘M messin’ with ya, puppy,” Harry pushes his curls out of his eyes. “I’m almost there- you first. Cum for me, Y/N.”

Harry doesn’t have to tell you twice. You spasm around his cock as soon as he tells you to, lifting your hips up to meet him as you could tell he was growing tired. Harry pulls out moments later, muttering a quick, “Where do you want it?” before finishing on your chest.

The silence that fills the room is comforting but of course, it’s cut short by your pest of a boyfriend.

“If that's what I got just for winning one Grammy, what would I get if I won the others?”

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sinner-as-saint · 4 years

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Crawling Back To You.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Run-through: Bucky Barnes had a lot on his plate at the moment. Regrets, fears, nightmares and desperately trying to do the right things to make up for his past as the Winter Soldier. Amongst those things, barely anything made him truly happy, or safe or loved. None did actually - except for you. He met you at a bar once and since then, you’ve been his sanctuary. You both knew he wasn’t quite ready to be in a relationship, yet you were always there with open arms whenever he needed a friend, a shoulder to lean on, or someone to help him take his mind off things. Be it a nightmare, or memories from the past coming to haunt him, or any major or minor inconvenience, the super soldier would find himself turning to you for help.

Themes: angst, fluff, smut

He woke up on the floor, covered in cold sweat.

The flashbacks of the nightmares kept resurfacing until it finally faded again. Faded, not truly gone because he knew they’d be back tomorrow again - his past coming to haunt him. He sighed and squinted at the screen in front of him.

The T.V was on, playing reruns of a show he did not care about. He simply needed the noise to help him fall asleep. The quiet and silence was his own personal hell, so he always needed some sort of background noise to help him out.

Bucky tried getting some sleep again; tossing and turning on the wooden flooring but he couldn’t fall back asleep. His mind was racing, too many thoughts at once. He checked the time, the clock read 1 a.m. He could go on a run, but he didn’t really feel like it. He could go to the gym, but he didn’t feel like working out either.

He needed something. An escape, a friend. You, he needed you.

Bucky reached for his phone, and a few taps later he was calling you. He knew it was late but you somehow always picked up his calls no matter what the time was. The rings later, he heard your voice speak up from the other end.

“Buck?” You sounded sleepy, but not like he had woken you up, you sounded like you were about to fall asleep.

He closed his eyes and sighed at the sound of your voice. He could picture you, all tucked in your comfy bed, surrounded by pillows and your soft blankets. Perhaps you had lost track of time because of a good book, or perhaps you were up late responding to emails for work.

“Hey doll. Did I wake you up?” he asked, leaning back against the wall of his living room, his legs sprawled out on the floor in front of him. Only sometimes did he feel like he was taking advantage of your kindness, but then again he could be selfish when it came to you. You were his, and that’s that.

You let out a little laugh. “Of course not, Bucky. I was just finishing up some work.” He could hear your sheets shuffling, “Are you okay? Did you have another nightmare?” you asked, softly.

Bucky told you he did. Then he went on to tell you exactly what he had dreamt of. Sometimes he felt like he was opening up more to you than his shrink. But truth is, you made him feel like he was more than just a broken soldier, or a problem who needed to be remedied or fixed. You made him feel like he was human after all.

“I… I’m trying to fall back asleep but…” his voice trailed off. He didn’t have to say it, you understood perfectly. He knew you did.

Then he heard his favorite words coming from you, “Come over Buck, I’m waiting.”

He wasted no time in getting up from the floor and getting dressed. Dark jeans, shirt, jacket and not to forget his gloves. Sometimes he wondered why he felt so giddy when you asked him to come over, which was almost every night. He wondered what it would be like to come home to you every night instead, had it been a perfect world. He always felt like he was clinging to you too much, for everything. But then you always told him that you didn’t mind. You told him you loved his company.

He grabbed his helmet before stepping out of his apartment. There was a light drizzle outside but he didn’t care, he just needed to be with you. He got down the stairs and then rushed to start his mean bike and then rushed to your apartment building. You lived in a much nicer part of the city than he did, and he often wondered why you were putting up with someone like him when you could have a man who would give you a life you’ve always dreamt of. He often asked you that, but you always just smiled at him, you never answered.

On his way up to your floor, he couldn’t help but feel all warm in the elevator. He counted down the seconds till he could see you. He often slept over at your place, he loved it. Cuddling, making love, followed by lazy mornings, him trying to get you to not go to work and spend the day with him instead. He loved how you made him feel.

He knocked on your door, already taking off his gloves because he needed to feel your skin against his. Your body heat made him feel so much better. He heard you unlocking the door from the other side and not even a second later, he saw your pretty face smiling at him. Dressed in silk PJ shorts and a t-shirt, you looked breathtakingly beautiful even at one thirty in the morning.

“Hello there,” you greeted him, smirking. “That was fast.” You teased, opening the door wider to let him in.

He smiled and stepped inside, closing the door behind him and pulling you in for a hug immediately. You felt his slightly damp and cold jacket press against you but you hugged him back tightly anyways.

“I needed to see you.” He mumbled, pressing his face into your neck.

“I know.”

You and Bucky ended up in your bed, cuddling under the blankets. He loved the dimmed night light you always had on, knowing that he hated being in complete darkness. He loved how cozy your room was, how spacious and airy but also warm and comfortable.

The large window by your bed showed a lovely view of the city lights, which were right now blurred by the foggy glass, thanks to the light drizzle earlier. He could tell that the air was cold outside, but in here with you everything was just right.

He had stripped down to just his boxers and he laid his head on your chest, his face facing away from yours, while you played with his hair and occasionally ran your hand down his back, scratching his skin lightly. His cold metal arm lazily ran up and down your thighs and he noticed the goosebumps on your skin that he was causing.

He could hear your steady heartbeats and that was his favorite sound in the entire world. It calmed him down.

You looked down, smiling softly at the sight of the muscular soldier using you as a human pillow. You could hear him let out quiet moans as you gently scratched his scalp. You still remembered the first time you two met, at a bar.

It was late on a winter night, and the nearby bar was rather empty; just a few people here and there. And a certain muscular man in a dark leather jacket caught your eye. He was sitting at the counter, and you were in one of the booths. Eventually, you got up and decided to go talk to him.

You recognized him immediately. Ex-Winter Soldier, Captain America’s best friend, James Buchanan Barnes.

Small talks turned into a couple more rounds of beers. He was a little off and awkward at first but he loosened up eventually. He even walked you back to your car, not wanting you to be alone in the dark, foggy and empty parking lot.

That was the first time he kissed you, right before he opened the door of your car for you.

“Will I see you again?” He asked, high off the adrenaline which coursed through his veins ever since you kissed him back.

“Of course you will. Good night, James.” You kissed his cheek before getting into your car and driving off.

A smile formed on your face as you thought of that night. “Do you remember the first time we met?” You asked softly.

Bucky turned his face to you, placing his head back on your chest. He was so close that all you needed to do was to lean in a little to kiss his soft, pink lips.

He smiled. “Yeah, why?”

“No reason, I just wanted you to remember it.”

Bucky chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss on your skin, right above your breasts. “You’ve been awfully quiet. What is it?”

You just smiled at him, “Nothing. You’ve been awfully quiet too.” And judging by the look in his eyes, you could already tell there was something else to his silence. “What is it?”

He was quiet.

Sighing, you flipped the two of you around; straddling his waist while he laid comfortably against your multiple pillows.

“Buck, tell me.” You pressed your palms against his chest to hold yourself up.

“Sam needs my help with something. Another bad guy, another mission, another fight. Same old.” He sounded indifferent.

You couldn’t blame him. He had been fighting for decades, non-stop. He had lost so much while doing so, but he also didn’t know how to deal with the calm, and silence and the quiet. There was so much he needed to figure out about himself still.

“Do you not wanna go?”

He smiled faintly as he lazily rubbed up and down your exposed thighs. “It’s my job, I have to. Innocent people will be hurt if I don’t. I want to help them.”

“Then what’s the issue?”

“I’ll have to leave you behind for a little while.” He didn’t want to. He didn’t know how to be away from you anymore because he hadn’t been for months now. The thought of not being able to hold you close at night and having your heartbeats lull him to sleep was scary.

You smiled down at him. “I’ll be here when you come back, Bucky.”

He reached out and cupped your face with his metal hand. “And what if you find someone better while I’m gone?”

You frowned down at him. “Where does that come from?”

He gently stroked your cheek. “I’m just saying. You deserve someone a little more… normal.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Normal is boring, you seem perfectly fine to me.”

He chuckled. “Why do you put up with me, doll?” It was a rhetorical question, he didn’t expect an answer because he had asked you this countless number of times but you never gave him a reply before.

However, you did this time. “Because I’m in love with you, James Buchanan Barnes.” You had been meaning to tell him this for a while now. “You don’t have to say it back, I just needed you to know that no one’s ever gonna replace you. I love you.”

He was a little surprised, his heart raced as he processed everything. How could someone as gentle, kind and beautiful like you fall for someone as broken as him? “Doll… I…”

You leaned down to kiss his forehead. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You giggled, then pulled away to look at him. “You deserve all the good things in this world, Buck. You deserve to be loved, and cared for. And if you’d let me, I’d love to show you that.”

You carefully pressed your lips to his, kissing him with all the love you had. His metal hand held you at the back of your neck and the other wrapped around your waist. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss; turning your mind into a foggy mess for a little while before he pulled away and stared deep into your eyes.

You reached out and gently caressed his face, Bucky leaned into your touch. “I’m gonna miss you.” He mumbled.

“When do you leave?” You asked.

“Tomorrow, perhaps.”

You leaned in for a kiss again, accidentally brushing your crotch against his erection; making him smirk through the kiss as he pulled you even closer. You purposely moved against him while you kissed him again deeply.

Bucky soon flipped the two of you back around and settled in between your legs, kissing down your neck. “I’m gonna miss making love to you almost every night.” He whispered against your skin. His voice alone sent chills down your back, and made you feel all sorts of warm and tingly feelings inside.

Bucky movements were gentle and slow as he took your clothes off, making sure you were both under the warm covers still; kissing you occasionally as he undressed you, and caressed your body as you squirmed under him.

He kissed his way down your body, until his face was right in between your legs. You moaned as he parted your legs and placed a kiss on your inner thigh, pulling your underwear down your legs and kissing his way back to your wet folds. You threw your head back, and bit your lip; whining when you felt his tongue teasing you gently. The warmth of his mouth was driving you insane.

His tongue gently teased your clit while his fingers slipped inside of you; stroking you gently while you arched your back off the surface of your bed as the pleasure became slightly overwhelming. You whimpered and squirmed under him as his tongue moved perfectly against you.

He had you coming undone all over his tongue and his fingers in no time, and he licked you clean when he was done. Kissing his way up your body again. “I’m gonna miss your taste.” He was shameless enough to whisper it in your ear; making you blush.

His hands roamed around your body, touching you wherever he could, until he finally cupped your core and rubbed the sensitive skin around your swollen clit – making you shudder under him. You whined as he slipped his metal fingers past your entrance yet again. His head dipped into your neck and he licked and bit around your skin until he found your sweet spot. “And I’m gonna miss your warmth.”

“Buck…” You moaned quietly as he replaced his fingers with his cock.

He placed his mouth on top of yours again, to swallow your whimpers and moans as he pushed his cock into you. His breathing got shallow again as he pushed himself fully into you. He lifted his head and watched you grimace in pleasure and pain as his cock stretched you to your maximum. He watched you in awe as your lips parted and you moaned his name once he filled you up nicely.

You whined as he slowly slipped out of you completely, before slamming back into you with a slightly bigger force.

He groaned at the feel of your walls wrapped around him, squeezing and clenching around him. You heard him swear and felt him bite down on your lip as he sped up into you. He tugged on your lips and he started moving his hips; rocking into you slowly, then gradually increasing his speed. Your back arched off the surface of the bed again and your chest pressed to his.

“I’m gonna miss watching you squirm under me…” he whispered, “as I pleasure you like no one ever will.” He moaned into your ear. “You’re mine.”

You were a moaning mess under him in no time. There was something about the way he kissed you, deeply and passionately; as though he was scared you might just get away from him.

He worshipped your body. He mumbled how good you felt in your ear, groaning as you bucked your hips to meet each one of his thrusts as well. He kissed you roughly as he pounded into you; his metal fingers wrapped around your throat. He fucked you raw and relentlessly, watching how your face morphed into frowns of pleasure.

He pressed his forehead on yours; looking down to where your bodies connected so intimately. Then he pulled away to look into your eyes with that animalistic, primal and fiery look in his eyes. His lips parted as he panted while he fucked you like he owned you.

“You’re gonna miss me too aren’t you, doll?”

You nodded, whining in pleasure. He smirked. His hand left your neck and slid in between your connected bodies and furiously rubbed your clit, earning a loud moan out of you. “Say it, baby. Tell me how much you’re gonna miss my cock buried deep inside you…”

You couldn’t talk as the pressure in between your legs became too much to handle, and you craved for release. He noticed and slipped his tongue back into your mouth one last time and took your bottom lip between his teeth again.

“Come on, cum for me… doll,” he swore as he felt you clench around him perfectly. You came hard around him, moaning and whimpering under him as he finished right after you; kissing your swollen lips deeply as he came.

He pushed his face into the crook of your neck as he caught his breath. And you cradled his head; panting as well. Your fingers gently massaged his scalp as he calmed his racing heart. A few moments later, he shifted all his weight right on top of you making you laugh as you tried to scoot out from under him.

He groaned and pulled you closer. “Come here.” He pressed you against his body and wrapped his arms around. “I love you too, doll. So much.”

You buried your face into his chest, inhaling his scent. “I’m gonna miss you. All of you.” You lifted your head up to look at him smiling down at you. “Come back fast.”

He chuckled. “You know I will. No matter where I go, I’ll always come crawling back to you.”

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jungshookz · 3 years

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smitten: y/n's note is in jungkook's bag and she needs to get it back like, right now

➺ pairing; jeon jungkook x reader

➺ genre; smitten!miniseries!! bff!kook & smitten!y/n!! university!au!! honk honk humour!! the boo hoo angsty wattpad-energy fic of your dreams!! unrequited love!! it hurts so bad but that's what makes it so good!!

➺ wordcount; 7.1k

➺ summary; y/n realizes her meticulously written i love you note is burning a hole at the bottom of jungkook's bag and the mere thought of him finding it is enough to make her feel sick to her stomach.

➺ what to expect; "well, maybe the reason why you're just friends is because the two of you won't allow yourselves to be more than that."

➺ smitten: part one [the almost confession]

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[previously, on smitten...]

what?

where the hell is it?

you reach into the side pockets and you're disappointed when you end up pulling out old tissues and empty gum wrappers

it's not in the front pocket either — just your keys, a pack of bubblegum, and a small bottle of hand sanitizer

your brows knit together in deep thought as you settle back against your seat, your eyes flickering to the side as you-

you immediately pale

oh my god.

you're positive that your heart stops beating for three whole seconds the moment you realize where exactly the note is — because no, you idiot, you didn't shove it into your own bag earlier-

the note is in jungkook's bag.

»»————- 🖤 ————-««

the next thirty or so minutes of class seem to drag on at a snail's pace and you find yourself checking the time on your phone every five seconds to see when you can finally dart out those doors

your first instinct was to immediately get up and leave because of course you wanted to immediately get up and leave, but with only twenty-ish people in the class and the fact that you're seated near the front... well, it would be a little awkward to just pack up your things and trek up towards the doors without a legitimate excuse (you were tempted to tell your professor that your stomach wasn't feeling very good but the thought of your peers associating you with explosive diarrhea quickly changed your mind)

so, you decided to be a good student and wait it out — but, being perfectly honest, you haven't really been paying much attention to the professor since the thought of you shoving your hi bestie, i'm head-over-heels in love with you note into jungkook's bag instead of yours contaminated your mind five minutes ago

...

you let out a little huff before shaking your head to yourself

how could you be so careless?!

you don't even know how it happened

your bag was sitting on your right thigh, jungkook's bag was sitting on your left thigh... so how the hell did you manage to shove it into his bag??

on the bright side, at least you know where it is, right?

it's in the right side pocket of the bag, so all you have to do is unzip it and stick your hand in and out really quickly without jungkook noticing you rummaging around in his belongings

...but what if he's already read the note?

your foot taps impatiently against the carpeted ground and you reach up and start tugging at your earlobe anxiously, your eyes flickering up towards the dusty analog clock hanging on the wall

c'mon... c'mon...

your grip tightens around your pencil as you continue to trace circles aimlessly on the page, the paper crinkling slightly from the amount of pressure you're putting on it

the stress that's currently eating away at you is probably going to take ten years off your life

"-so, that's pretty much it from me for the day!"

you don't think you've ever been so happy for a class to end as soon as the screen goes black at the front and you waste absolutely no time in packing up

you probably look insane trying to shove your laptop and your notebook into your bag at the same time but you couldn't care less at this point because you need to get the hell out of here

"-please remember to contribute to the discussion threads online... at least four responses, please, and none of those bullshit 'yes, i agree!' responses. i'm definitely not going to count those as participation marks-"

you close your bag with a sharp ziiiip! and you hurry to fold the squeaky desk back into place, a couple of people turning to glance at you for the sudden abundance of clattering and knocking coming from your direction

"excuse me, pardon me-" you pull your backpack on as you step over multiple sets of legs, trying your best not to trample on any feet or knock anyone's tooth out with your bag, "sorry! excuse me-"

you can feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins as you jog up the steps two at a time, your brain immediately mapping out the route to the library jungkook said he'd be at

best case scenario: he hasn't found the note and your friendship with him is still very much in tact

worst case scenario: he found the note and is currently reading it at this point in time and your friendship with him is starting to crumble but you still have a chance to swoop in and pick up the pieces

the absolutely worst case ever in the entire world scenario: he's found the note, he's read the note, he's processed the note, and your friendship with him has been completely annihilated and now he's planning to change his name and leave the country so that he doesn't have to confront you about it

you use your shoulder to shove the doors open before bursting out into the open air, ignoring the concerned glances you're starting to receive from your obviously frazzled state

"oh god, oh god, oh god-!" your backpack flops wildly against your back as you rush down the narrow brick steps leading towards the main boulevard

realistically, jungkook's probably found and read the note, so all you have to do is come up with a short monologue about how all of it was fake and that the note was just a sick, twisted prank of some kind

i know that the note makes it seem like i'm telling you that i'm in love with you, but that's not the truth at all!

"woah, watch it-!"

you accidentally knock into someone's shoulder while sprinting down the lane and you turn around for a second just to hold a hand out while flashing the stranger a sheepish smile

"sorry! so sorry-" you turn back around, reaching up to keep your glasses secured on the top of your head as you continue to sprint, your sneakers slapping down against the pavement

as you read in the note, i made a point about how since we're friends, we should be honest with each other... and honestly, there are nothing but lies in the note! and there's a lesson in that, you know? words can be full of lies but we, as human beings, should be full of truths-

"nope, hate that-" you shake your head and immediately scrunch up that mental piece of paper before tossing it into your brain's garbage bin

you'd sound like an obnoxious philosophy student if you hit him with that explanation

it was a prank! i want to start a prank war with you and this is how i'm kicking things off!

that... that could work, right?

that's not bad!

just tell him that you wanted to start a prank war with him so you decided to go big or go home with an i love you, best friend note to see how he would react!

"so stupid-" you mutter to yourself, slowing down to a jog as you approach the doors to the library, "so, so stupid-"

the Super Epic Prank War ROFL XD™ explanation isn't the greatest excuse but it's the best you can do on such short notice

thankfully, it doesn't take you very long to track down jungkook considering the fact he always sits in the same area every time the two of you come here

your feet come to a screeching halt the moment you spot him and you quickly step to the side to hide behind the wall

you slowly lean over a little to peek at him

he has his headphones on and he's busy typing away at his laptop and you can tell he's concentrating really hard because he has that cute frown on his face and occasionally he'll mutter something to himself

jungkook in intense focus mode is something you find to be very endearing :-)

...

you quickly shake your head to snap yourself out of your daze before focusing on jungkook's face again

he certainly doesn't look like he just read an explosive love letter...

you could still be safe!

...for now, that is.

"okay, y/n-" you stand up straight and let out a breath, giving yourself a mental pat on the head in an effort to calm your nerves, "better sooner than later, right? just- you just have to rip it off like a bandaid-"

your anxiety seems to build with every step that brings you closer to jungkook and you can almost hear the jaws theme song playing all around you

da-dum

jungkook, i swear i have a perfectly logical explanation for this...

da-dum

i know the note does a very convincing job of making it seem like i'm in love with you, but that couldn't be farther from the truth!

da-dum, da-dum

consider this your initiation into our very serious prank war, my friend!

dadumdadumdumdumbdumbdumbthisissuchadumbdumbidea-

"hi!" you greet a little too enthusiastically, trying your best not to make it seem like you just sprinted across campus to get to him even though you very clearly did

"sorry, seat's reserv- y/n?" jungkook looks up from his laptop before frowning, quickly glancing back down at his screen to check the time as he pulls his headphones off to hang around his neck, "aren't you- didn't your class end, like, literally a minute ago? why are you so- did you run here??" he asks incredulously, getting up from his seat as his brows knit together in concern

"no, no! of course i didn't run here, silly- oh, god, give me a sec-" you wheeze, bending down and gripping onto the back of the wooden chair in front of you as you try to catch your breath, your chest still falling and rising at a concerning pace from the physical stress of sprinting and the mental stress of the current situation, "it was more of a- of a brisk walk, if you think about it- jesus, i think i'm gonna throw up-"

"okay, you need to drink some water- come and sit next to me-" jungkook reaches out to help lead you around the table towards him, "god, i don't know why you thought you had to run over, it's not like i was planning on going anywhere-"

"i'm fine, kook, it's fine-"

"you're, like, literally radiating heat," jungkook turns you around and pulls your bag off your back before pulling out a chair and helping you into it, "and your face is all red!" he frowns, setting your bag down on the table and unzipping it to pull out your water bottle

"my face is always this red!" you force out a casual laugh, waving your hand to dismiss him as you lean back against the seat, "i'm fine, it's fine-"

"shut up and take a sip-" jungkook untwists the cap of your water bottle before shoving it into your hands and gently lifting it up towards your mouth, his head tilting up a little so he can check and see if you're actually drinking anything, "c'mon, hydrate yourself-"

you swallow a couple gulps of water before pulling the bottle away and reaching up to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, "god, i love water-"

"yeah, i bet." jungkook chuckles, visibly more relieved now that he knows you won't be passing out from exhaustion anytime soon

as you put your water bottle away, your eyes lower towards jungkook's backpack slouching against the leg of his chair and almost immediately the anxiety that you thought you'd just swallowed down bubbles right back up

"so, are you going to tell me why you're acting like the cops are after you?" jungkook jokes, taking his seat before pulling his headphones off and setting them down next to his laptop

"i just, um-" you press your lips together as you slowly start to lean down, stretching your arm out towards the pocket, "i just wanted to see you, buddy!"

"i don't believe that for a second." jungkook snorts, turning to look at you

you shoot straight back up and pull your arm up and behind your head as if you're in the middle of a good stretch, "hey, what's with that tone? it's not a crime for me to want to see you-"

"you saw me at lunch! and that was only like an hour and a half ago-" jungkook turns his head to look back at his screen and you quickly revert back to your mission impossible secret agent mode

the forced smile drops from your face and you lean back down, your fingers blindly feeling for the cool metal of the zipper

"you know, you actually came at just the right time-" jungkook speaks up again and you pause just in case you need to pull away from his bag, but he makes no move to turn and look at you, "ji-eun was about to leave for her class but now you can meet her before she goes off!"

"uh-huh..." your tongue pokes out in concentration as you unzip the pocket in one swift movement, immediately sticking your hand in and feeling around for the balled-up piece of paper, "sounds gre-"

hold on, what did he just say?

you shoot back up

"did you just-" you choke and reach up to pat your chest gently, "i'm sorry, did you just say that ji-eun was here?"

"uh-huh!" jungkook nods, "i didn't know she had a spare at the same time as i did so i was surprised when she came over to say hi- it turns out our schedules are, like, sort of similar which oddly makes me kind of happy-"

it's at that moment that you notice the cherry-patterned tote bag slumped in the chair sitting across from you and you let out a nervous chuckle as you shift in your seat, "great! great, that's so- great, it's great that i'm meeting ji-eun today, out of all days..." you trail off, glancing around warily as you try to come up with some kind of an exit strategy

you're just really not in the mood to meet the love of jungkook's life today

you've already been hit with so many blows and it's only two in the afternoon-

"sorry that took so long! i couldn't find a bin but i bumped into my friends and they said they'd throw it out for me-"

oh, you have got to be kidding me.

your eyes widen in mild panic upon immediately recognizing ji-eun to be the girl who had overheard your entire monologue in the bathroom earlier today — and from the way her eyes flicker, it seems as though she remembers exactly who you are as well

"oh, no worries!" jungkook beams at ji-eun before pointing to you with his thumb, "this is my friend, by the way. the one i was talking about earlier! y/n, this is ji-eun."

you stay quiet as you continue staring up at ji-eun, your mind racing a mile a minute as you consider your current options

you can pretend like you've never met her before or you can make things awkward by telling jungkook that you met her today after she'd emptied her bladder

"...y/n?" jungkook lowers his voice, nudging you with his elbow before letting out a nervous chuckle, "please say something."

"i- yes, hello!" you blurt out, the feet of your chair scraping against the rough carpet as you get up from your seat to stick your hand out towards ji-eun, "it's- ah- it's- it's so nice to meet you! i'm y/n."

ji-eun stays quiet for a second before her lips turn up in a polite smile and she reaches towards you, gently taking your outstretched hand in hers (for the record, her hands are shockingly soft and supple), "it's lovely to meet you... as well, y/n. i love your glasses!"

you can't help but notice the immediate warmth that seems to surround ji-eun and suddenly it makes a lot more sense as to why jungkook's attracted to her

you're about as comforting as stepping into a puddle of water while wearing socks

you feel a slight sense of relief seeing that ji-eun is playing along but your new concern is whether or not she's connected the dots that your monologue in the bathroom was dedicated to jungkook

you didn't actually say his name when you were talking out loud, so you might be able to get away with this...

"oh, these old things?" you reach up to feel the glasses sitting on top of your head before flicking your hand at her, "i bought them on amazon. they're blue-light glasses- i can totally send you the link if you want."

"that would actually be great!" she gasps, nodding enthusiastically, "i desperately need a pair of blue-light glasses- seriously, i stared at my laptop screen for, like, ten hours straight today and i really feel like they're about to roll out of my head-"

"oh my god, don't even get me started. at this point it'd probably feel better to rip them right out of their sockets-"

"ji-eun, you ready?"

"let's gooo, i wanna get an iced coffee before we head off to class."

you and ji-eun don't get a chance to continue bonding over the pain of sore eyes when you're suddenly interrupted by two new voices

you look up to see two guys approaching the table and you subtly push your seat back a bit as you prepare yourself to say hello again

"oh! yeah, i'm ready, sorry-" ji-eun gestures towards you with a smile, "this is- this is jungkook's friend, by the way. y/n, these are my friends."

"hi, hello-" you get up from your seat again to stick your hand out, offering the two (very handsome, might you add) strangers a friendly smile, "i'm y/n, jungkook's friend- but you- you already knew that because that's what ji-eun just said-"

"i'm taehyung! you can call me tae-" the corners of taehyung's mouth immediately raise in a bright grin and he gives your hand a firm shake before nodding next to him, "and this is jimin!"

"hi..." you trail off, turning to give jimin a handshake as well, "so nice to meet you!"

"oh, i just- i actually just washed my hands, so-" jimin chuckles, looking down at your hand before taking a small step back, "but it's nice to meet you... jungkook's friend."

ooh

is it just you or did it suddenly get a little icy in here?

"oh, no problem! um, yeah, you too." you pull your hand back before swallowing nervously and forcing the polite smile back on your face, "i like your jacket, by the way! it looks really cool."

maybe it's because he's wearing giant sunglasses indoors but you can't help but feel slightly intimidated by jimin

you can't see his eyes but you can certainly feel them on you and you're definitely getting the vibe that jimin is already not the biggest fan of you for some weird reason

"thank you." he responds curtly, smoothing a hand over the leather before looking down at ji-eun, "so can we go now?"

"mhm!" ji-eun gets up from her chair before pushing it back into place, pulling her tote back up onto her shoulder before flashing a sweet smile at jungkook, "see you later, alligator."

"in a while, crocodile!" jungkook responds enthusiastically, watching with twinkly eyes as she turns and heads off towards the exit with jimin and taehyung glued at either side of her

god

she even walks prettily

and you were literally clomping down the boulevard like a feral caveman a second ago

you wait until they've disappeared to turn and face jungkook with a raised eyebrow, "...jimin was kind of a bitch."

"hey, play nice!" jungkook frowns, reaching over to give your arm a gentle whack, "he's a fashion major! ji-eun says being snooty is part of the degree requirements-" he grins, shaking his head slightly before leaning back against his chair, "she's, like, super funny."

"mm." you hum, still feeling a little uneasy about your interaction with jimin

you just hate it when first meetings don't go well and that first meeting definitely wasn't super great

but it wasn't like you did anything wrong, right?

you were great!

snooty jimin was the one who was being rude

whatever

hopefully you won't have to hang out with him too often if jungkook and ji-eun become an item

maybe you can just stick with taehyung!

he seems to be a lot friendlier

"oh, by the way, i-" you're suddenly reminded of your main mission and you turn to point down at jungkook's bag, "it's not a big deal, but i- i accidentally shoved something in your bag earlier and- could i just get it back from you?"

"you did?" jungkook frowns, leaning down to pick his bag up before unzipping it all the way and pulling both flaps open, "what was it?"

"it was- uh- just some notes on a scrap piece of paper!" you immediately feel the weight lift from your shoulders at jungkook's cluelessness to the situation, "i put it in the right side pocket-"

"wait, are you talking about, like, a balled up thing of paper?" jungkook pauses before looking up at you with wide eyes, "oh, shit- was it important??"

"um, i wouldn't call it important-" you snort, shaking your head, "is it not there? i swore it was in the right side pocket-"

"no, no, it was there! it was there, i just- ji-eun needed to spit her gum out and i thought it was one of my scrap pieces of paper-" jungkook winces, grabbing his phone and unlocking it with fumbling fingers, "i'm so sorry, y/n- let me text ji-eun and ask her which garbage can she threw it into and i can go dig it out-"

"no, no, it's okay!" you nearly let out a screech of delight knowing that your note now has a slobbery wad of gum in it and is living at the bottom of a trash can, "it's fine, i just- they were just boring notes for something. i just wanted to see if i had really shoved it into your bag or not."

"oh, okay-" jungkook's shoulders immediately slump and he sets his phone down on the table, "you're sure it wasn't important?"

"100%." you hold both hands out with a chuckle, "i needed to throw it out anyway so i guess ji-eun actually did me a favour-"

"okay, phew." jungkook sighs, zipping his bag back up and plopping it back down on the ground next to his feet, "anyways- i'm actually glad you're here because now you can help me plan out my date! i was working on it but then ji-eun came and obviously i couldn't have that google doc open in front of her-" he turns his laptop to show you all of his hard work with a grin, "check it out! i have a list of things i need to buy, i have outfit ideas, i even went on pinterest for inspiration-"

"wow, kook-" your eyes bulge out for a second at the sight of the extensive and shockingly organized google doc before you reach over to pull his laptop closer towards you, "i... i really don't think i've ever seen you... even make a google doc before-"

he even has the sunset time written down for the date

why would he need to know what time the sun is setting??

"i have everything planned for next week." jungkook pulls his laptop back to him as you settle back against your seat, "i already emailed my landlord to ask if i would even be allowed to hang out on the rooftop and he said it would be fine! he also reminded me to keep a brick wedged between the door so that i don't lock us up on the rooftop-"

"so you're definitely going with the rooftop picnic, then?"

"oh, i'm actually changing it to a rooftop dinner instead of a picnic." jungkook shakes his head before giving you a half-hearted shrug, "i think a picnic is cute but i really wanna try to impress her, y'know? i ordered this thing on amazon just now- basically, it's a medium-sized inflatable bubble tent! the description says it's perfect for two people and- i'm gonna, like-" he pauses and looks away from his screen towards you with a smile, "well, you know, i'm gonna do what you said and i'm gonna stuff it full of blankets and pillows and... hopefully i can string up fairy lights and stuff on the inside... so that after the date we can go in there and just talk and not have to worry about getting attacked by mosquitos!"

"wow, that's-" you cross your arms over your chest before leaning back and looking up towards the ceiling, "huh. that's actually a cute idea, kook. i wouldn't have been able to come up with something like that. i didn't even know transparent tents existed."

"i know." jungkook gives you a smug little smile before bursting into a grin, "but yeah, that's it! all we have to do is go and pick up all the supplies and stuff."

"we?" you frown, looking back down at jungkook, "i... wasn't aware i was part of this plan..."

"what? of course you are!" jungkook snorts, looking at you as if a third eye just sprouted from your forehead, "obviously you have to help me-"

"well, i just don't know if that's-" you chuckle uneasily as you rub the back of your neck, "i really- i don't wanna get in your way, you know? maybe you should- maybe you should just take care of all of this yourself! i mean, you basically planned everything already-"

"what? but- but you're my-" jungkook deflates and you instantly feel bad upon seeing his eyes suddenly turn sad, "okay..."

you press your lips together and wait for him to say something else but the next few seconds are filled with nothing but awkward silence and the faint buzzing of the fluorescent lights hanging above you

you'd jump off a cliff if jungkook asked you to but helping him prepare and set up his date is something that you,.., definitely would not enjoy.,.,

but then again, this isn't about you, is it?

this is about jungkook, your friend, and he needs your help to set up this very important date that-

oh, damnit.

"i'm-" you clear your throat as you sit up in your seat, reaching over to give jungkook's hand a pat, "no, of course i'll help, kook. i just thought that- well, this date seems so important to you that i thought you wanted to take care of all the details yourself!"

the bright smile immediately returns to jungkook's face and you resist the urge to call him out on so blatantly guilt-tripping you like that-

"yes! you're the best!"

"i know."

»»————- 🖤 ————-««

although you and jungkook are practically inseparable on campus (and some would say it might be healthy for the two of you to give each other a little bit of space) — you don't think you'll ever say no to hanging out with him downtown

of course, hanging out with jungkook downtown would be a lot more fun if it weren't for the fact that the two of you have basically spent the entire day shopping for all the things he needs for his date

and if it weren't for the fact that he paid for lunch and treated you to a cake pop and a venti-sized iced coffee, you would probably be livid about having to carry everything for him because you really feel like your arms are about to pop right off in about two seconds

fancy cutlery, porcelain plates, fluffy throw pillows, a giant blanket, fairy lights... at this point he might as well buy an entire house for ji-eun

and look, you know you probably sound bitter and that-should-be-me about this whole situation, but that couldn't be farther from the truth!

it's just that listening to someone you like gushing about the person that they like for an entire day while you're carrying bags full of things for their date can get a little mentally and physically exhausting so if you're grouchy right now it's really not your fault

"i think we might have to call an uber back to your place, jungkook-" you mutter, adjusting the hefty tote bag over your shoulder with a grunt as you trail behind him on the sidewalk, "bringing all of this on the bus is going to piss people off-"

you stumble over your feet a little when the bag in your right hand knocks into a garbage can and you curse to yourself while resisting the urge to kick the damn thing over

"okay, grumpy, we'll call an uber home-" jungkook spins around with a smile before raising the notepad in his hand and tapping against it with his pen, "i just have one more thing i have to take care of and then we can go!"

"okay, well-" you set the bags down onto the ground with a fwump! before rubbing your sore palms together, "what else do you have to get?"

jungkook offered to help carry a couple of things but you insisted that you'd take it all and that he should just focus on ticking off all of the items on his list

you wince at the sight of the pinkish-red imprints now embedded into your palms from the straps of the bags

obviously you've now come to regret your generous offer

"flowers!" jungkook chirps, using his pen to point to the flower shop a couple of shops down, "i have to greet ji-eun with a bouquet of flowers as pretty as she is-"

"yeah, i understand-" you adjust the two bags on both shoulders before bending down to pick up the other two on the ground, "also, i'm not a genius or anything but i'm pretty sure the flowers aren't going to survive until the date if you buy them now-"

"duh, obviously not- i'm going to place an order now and then pick them up on the day of the date!" jungkook tsks, waiting for you to join his side before he begins walking towards the flower shop, "thanks for doing all of this for me, by the way. you really are the best." he hums, hurrying over to open the door for you

"i... yeah, of course, kook." you feel yourself soften slightly as soon as you see the sweet little smile on his face and you quickly scold yourself in your head for being so curt with him all day, "that's what friends are for, right?"

"mhm!" jungkook slaps his hands down on your shoulders from behind before giving them a squeeze, "and i am so letting you choose whatever you want for dinner tonight-"

"hello!"

"oh, jesus-" you and jungkook are immediately greeted by an overenthusiastic employee as soon as you step into the shop and you honestly probably would've knocked him out with one of your shopping bags if they weren't so heavy-

"are you two looking for anything in particular?" he smiles kindly before gesturing towards the large selection of flowers all around you, "we have flowers of all kinds! roses, tulips, lilies- i can even show you flowers from our new tropical selection-"

"actually-" jungkook nudges you aside before glancing down at the employee's nametag, "seokjin, i'd like to place an order for a custom bouquet, if that's okay."

"ah, a custom bouquet!" seokjin claps his hands and rubs them together enticingly, "what are you celebrating? i need to know so that i can help pick out the perfect flowers for your bouquet."

"well, i don't know if it's a celebration-" jungkook chuckles, his cheeks pinking slightly as he reaches up to rub the back of his neck, "it's for a first date."

"a first date!!" seokjin gasps excitedly before turning his head to look at you, "you must be so-"

"-oh, not for me!" you let out a laugh before shaking your head quickly, "it's- it's definitely not for me. i'm just here to provide moral support and-" you lift one of the bags to show him, "muscular support."

"ah, i see... okay, well- why don't i take you around and introduce you to the different candidates you could consider for your bouquet?" seokjin turns back to look at jungkook, "each flower you choose will be very important in showing your future lover how much you care about them-" he pauses when he notices you hovering behind jungkook and he leans over a little with a bright smile, "why don't you go and wait by the front counter, darling? you can put everything down there and take a little break. there's some cucumber water and fresh puff pastry apple roses up at the front if you're interested!"

"well, i can't say no to free food." you snort, nodding before turning to head towards the front counter, "i'll just wait for you over there, then..."

you nearly let out a moan of relief as soon as you set all the bags down and you twist your upper body to the right and to the left until you feel the a satisfying pop! of your spine cracking back in place

your body was not made to carry heavy things

in fact, you'd like to argue that your body was made to lie down and do nothing

you take a seat on the wooden stool before turning to look at the apple roses sitting prettily in the display case and you almost feel like you shouldn't touch them even though seokjin offered them to you

even the pitcher of cucumber water looks too nice to touch

this place is awfully fancy

you didn't even know flower shops could be this fancy

you prop both elbows up on the counter before leaning back comfortably, your eyes lazily scanning around the store

"$15 for a single rose?" you gawk at the little wooden sign poking out from a large bouquet of neatly wrapped long-stem roses before making a face, "god."

you can't even imagine how much a custom bouquet is going to cost if a single rose is fifteen bucks

"-also write a note for you and attach it to the bouquet, if you're interested in that. it'll be an additional five dollars, but we handwrite it on the highest quality card stock with the most beautiful calligraphy and we even spray it with perfume-"

you perk up when you hear seokjin's voice and you look to see him and jungkook coming over to you

you have to admit that seokjin is great at his job because he's doing a good job at milking every dollar out of jungkook-

"yeah, that would be great!" jungkook nods enthusiastically, pulling his backpack off before unzipping it to grab his wallet, "i think a small note might be cute-"

"oh, that reminds me!" seokjin stops in his tracks right as he's about to lift the wooden slab to get behind the counter, "would you be interested in purchasing a teddy bear as well? if you add a teddy bear to your order, i'll give you a slight discount on the flowers."

"ooh, a discount!" jungkook gasps and you turn your head slightly so seokjin won't see you rolling your eyes at how much he's forcing jungkook to buy

you respect the hustle but this is too much

"where are the teddy bears?"

"right by the flowers!" seokjin smiles, wrapping an arm around jungkook's shoulders and spinning him around, "we can round back and take a look-"

"okay, i think i have to cut in here-" you chuckle, reaching out and grabbing the back of jungkook's elbow, "you don't- you don't think a bouquet of flowers and a teddy bear is a little too much for a first date?" you clear your throat quietly before offering a shrug, "i feel like that's just... a lot, kook. i mean, i would be overwhelmed if-"

"well, i guess it's a good thing i'm not taking you out on a date then, right?" jungkook teases, wiggling his arm out of your grip before turning back to look at seokjin, "onward to the bears, my good man!"

ouch

"yeah." you can't help but frown as jungkook and seokjin head back towards the flowers, "thanks for the reminder."

"that's gotta hurt."

"god-" you jump at the sudden appearance of an employee standing behind the counter and you place a hand over your chest before letting out a breath, "you scared me!"

"sorry." he shrugs, "we polished the floors this morning so my shoes are making, like, no noise."

"oh."

a moment of silence passes while you turn to face away from him again, but all of a sudden-

"so he really can't tell that you like him, huh?"

"you-" you immediately straighten up and your head spins around so fast that you're surprised you didn't complete decapitate yourself, "excuse me??"

"what? it's obvious." the employee snorts, spraying cleaner onto the counter before reaching up to yank the tattered rag off his shoulder, "it's painfully obvious, actually-"

you can feel your entire face starting to go red as this complete stranger continues to rip you a new one and you hold a hand out to shut him up, "no offense, but i-i don't think this is any of your business, sir-"

"it's yoongi." yoongi looks down at his apron for a second before frowning, "huh. i forgot to put my dumb name tag on again-"

"well, yoongi-" you place emphasis on his name in an effort to intimidate him and make him go away, "you don't know what you're talking about and i suggest you mind your own business-"

"you should tell him before it's too late." yoongi doesn't seem to be all that affected by your biting tone and you roll your eyes at the way he rounds back to the topic

"what are you even talking about?"

"well, i assume you're going to be his best man at his wedding. from the way it's looking, you're certainly not going to be the bride," yoongi purses his lips as he folds up the rag into a neat little square, "you don't wanna wait until you're fixing his tie at the wedding to tell him that you love him."

"what makes you think i lo-" you cut yourself off quickly before that word slips out of your mouth, "like him?"

"if you didn't, you wouldn't be here right now." yoongi points out with a tilt of his head, "and from how smudgy your eyeliner is, it looks like you've been working hard all day."

your jaw drops slightly and you can't help but scoff

the nerve of this guy!

"who do you think you are?!"

"i'm yoongi." yoongi raises a brow, "i told you that like a second ago- wow, you are not a good listener-"

"do you usually do this with all of the customers who come here?" you interrupt, crossing your arms defensively before leaning in slightly, "you're awfully nosy-"

"i only do this with the ones that seem to have something juicy going on." yoongi hums, leaning down to put the spray bottle of cleaner under the counter, "this is a flower shop. the most exciting part of my day is watching a bumblebee choose which flower to land on."

"well, nothing juicy is going on here so-" you twist back around before sticking your nose up in the air slightly, "sorry to disappoint."

"alright, fair enough." yoongi nods to himself, letting out a sigh as he slowly backs away from the counter, "i guess i'll just leave you to... wallow in self-pity... and continue staring at your friend with cartoon hearts floating around your head-"

"'you should tell him before it's too late-'" you swivel around and slap both your palms down on the counter, "why would you- why would even say something like that?! i can't tell him. are you insane?!"

a smirk twitches at the corner of yoongi's mouth at your sudden confession and he lets out a sigh before stepping back up towards you, "and why can't you tell him?"

"because- i just can't! he's-" you clear your throat before leaning in and lowering your voice, "he's literally taking someone else out on a date- we're here to buy flowers for his date-"

"so what?" yoongi interrupts, "it's just a date. it's not like you're stopping his wedding."

"so what? because he doesn't like me back, so what's the point?" you hiss, resisting the urge to reach over and smack some common sense into this very nosy and very stubborn stranger, "this isn't a romantic comedy- and even if it was, i'm very obviously not the main character-"

"you don't know that he doesn't like you back."

...

well now he's just toying with you

"i... i can't tell if you're kidding or not-"

"do i look like i'm kidding?" yoongi asks, pointing to his poker face before shaking his head, "you don't know that he doesn't like you back. you've obviously never asked him."

"oh, please." you scoff, turning around to lean back against the counter again, "trust me, i know it."

"well, did he ever explicitly say that he didn't like you?" yoongi leans over to peek at jungkook over your shoulder, "do you have a definitive answer to this particular question?"

"no, but he doesn't have to... we're just friends." you frown, your eyes wandering over to the back of jungkook's head, "he doesn't like me. i know he doesn't. we're just friends."

we're just friends.

(saying it out loud is a lot more depressing than you thought it'd be.)

"well, maybe the reason why you're just friends is because the two of you won't allow yourselves to be more than that," yoongi suggests, your head tilting to the side slightly as you force yourself to consider his surprisingly wise words, "it's obvious that you have a solid friendship so it would suck if a relationship ruined that- so maybe he does like you and is only asking someone else out to try to force himself not to like you..."

you feel your heart skip a beat when jungkook turns to glance at you over his shoulder with a soft smile while seokjin continues rattling off about the vast choice of teddy bears available for purchase

you bite back a giggle when he mouths a desperate 'help' at you before raising his hand and twirling his finger next to his head to tell you that seokjin is fully crazy

"...so i guess what i'm trying to say is that you're never really going to know how he feels about you if you don't ask him," you tune back in to the end of yoongi's little speech and you turn your head slightly to glance back at him, "but what do i know, right? i just polish counters at high-end flower shops."

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crankynewt · 4 years

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Back to the Future - Chapter Three

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Summary: As you begin to remember who you and Peter really are, the truth of WestView is revealed as you attempt to break free from the endless mind games.

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Major WandaVision Episode Seven spoilers!

A/N: Here’s the much anticipated continuation of Be Okay and Life Could Be a Dream! I had to take more creative liberties than I had intended since we got so little Peter last episode (which is even more of a crime than that beanie), but I hope you guys enjoy anyways!

The hard ground was cold and damp beneath your cheek. Slowly opening your eyes, darkness was only met with more darkness. After your sight had adjusted to the gloom, you could make out a faint purple glowing coming from the walls. It was almost as if it was omitting from the tangled branches warping across the stone surface.

Pushing yourself off the ground, your bones ached as you used what little energy you had left to sit yourself up. There were no windows in the tiny room and the wooden door across from you was more than likely locked. It’s not like you even had enough power to move over there anyways.

With a sigh, you rubbed your palm against your forehead as you tried to figure out how you’d gotten there. The last thing you remembered was asking Wanda why Peter couldn’t remember you as your real memories came flooding back to your conscious mind.

You didn’t know how long you were falling when you landed on the cold evening grass. There was still just enough adrenaline left in your system for you to immediately jump to your feet, eyes glowing yellow as you raised your fists raised as you took in your surroundings.

You were on the lawn of some mansion, the towering stone structure dimly illuminated by the lights left on in a few of the windows. Your heart raced as you turned around quickly, seeing nothing but hedges and grass on the massive lawn.

Although your mind was still racing, you eventually reached the conclusion that knocking on the door was the best option. With your cape trailing behind you, you strode across the grass and up the driveway as you made your way to the front entrance. Despite how intimidating the massive oak doors would normally have seemed, you bravely reached up to the heavy knocker and slammed it down thrice.

Rather than feeling anxious, you felt annoyed more than anything. Of course Thanos would send you somewhere far away from where you needed to be. You only hoped that this really was Earth and you weren’t stranded on some random planet.

You weren’t sure exactly how long it had been when a timid looking man with glasses finally opened the door.

“Can I help you with something?” He asked, furrowing his brow as he took in your super-suited form. A little part of you was almost embarrassed at your appearance, but there were more important things to worry about.

“Yeah, where am I?” You asked, crossing your arms and pursing your lips.

“Uh, Charles Xavier’s School for the Gifted… I’m sorry, who are you?” He replied, opening the door slightly wider as his confusion intensified.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N). And where is this school?” You said, pushing the topic even more. “We are on Earth, right?”

“Are we on Earth?! Why wouldn’t you be on Earth? That’s not just something you don’t know.” He retorted, and you could see the veins on his hand growing a startling shade of blue. You decided to ignore it, if this stereotypical scientist guy wanted to fight then you could easily take him out.

“Okay, so the titan behind the attack on New York a couple years ago, Thanos, is trying to gather these things called infinity stones to wipe out half the universe. Some of his goons were just trying to get the time stone from this wizard in New York, and Iron Man, Spider-Man and I wound up having to save him, which led to us winding up on Thanos’ home planet, Titan.” You explained, making gestures with your hands as you spoke. “Long story short we were there fighting and he opened some portal and dropped me through it and now I’m here.”

“Oh, that makes sense. Bye!” He began closing the door in your face until something, or rather someone, stopped him.

“Wait!” A British voice called from inside the school, prompting the glasses-clad man to open the door even wider than before. This new figure was bald and seated in a wheelchair, rolling closer to you with a curious gaze. “They’re not crazy Hank.” He addressed the man, who quickly stepped out of the way so that you could enter the building and closing the door behind you.

“Professor Charles Xavier.” He introduced himself, reaching out to shake your hand with a knowing gaze. “You are a long way from home, aren’t you. The reality you remember is much farther away and about thirty years in the future.”

“Wait, what?! Thanos yeeted me back to the eighties?!” You exclaimed, shock and terror flowing through your veins as a gust of air blew past you.

“What’s a ‘yeeted’?” A new voice asked and you suddenly noticed a silver haired boy leaning against the wall nonchalantly. “Are you some Marty McFly Back to the Future-character or something?”

You glared in response as you felt annoyed with this stranger and his childish antics. This was going to be a long night.

The memory of your first meeting with your beloved Peter was enough motivation for you to push yourself off the ground, wobbling on unsteady legs as you rushed to the door. Wiggling the knob to no avail, you took a few steps back and raised your hand in an attempt to blow it off it’s hinges.

“That’s not going to work, you know.” A familiar voice behind you spoke. Whipping around, you saw Agnes, except now her hair was tangled and her eyes were glowing purple.

“So you’re the one doing this. Not Wanda…” You said, sizing her up as the woman stroked the rabbit in her arms.

“Oh no, Wanda is doing this, but I’m the one behind the wheel.” She bitterly smiled. “Agatha Harkness, dear. You see, I needed a Pietro for Wanda but the real one’s been dead just a little too long. Your ‘Peter’ was the perfect replacement, but unfortunately you tagged along when I ripped him from your reality.”

“Peter and Pietro are completely different, Wanda’s eventually gonna figure that out.” You snapped, growing more and more furious with each syllable passing through her lips.

“Peter’s playing his part like a champ! He won’t be missing you anytime soon.” Each word was nails on a chalkboard to your ears. “But don’t worry about being lonely, you won’t be alone down here much longer.” With a swish and a flick of her fingers, Agnes disappeared into a swirl of purple and Tommy and Billy took her place.

“(Aunt/Uncle) (Y/N)!” They shouted, terrified and immediately running over to where you stood. You met them with open arms, holding the twins close in a hug as you whispered that everything was going to be okay in a failed attempt to comfort them.

“Mom said Pietro isn’t really our uncle… Who is he?” Tommy questioned as you let go of the duo.

“He’s not… His name is Peter, and he’s from another reality. Your Mom’s brother died a long time ago, but Agatha brought him over because technically they are the same person? I think? I’m not sure how it works, but they are both Maximoffs and Peter has a little sister named Wanda, too. It’s complicated, but that witch is controlling him.” You explained, answering questions that you didn’t really understand yourself.

“You’re thinking really loud…” Billy commented, holding his head in his hands as he attempted to block out the noise of your mind rushing a hundred miles an hour.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could talk you felt a gentle tap in your mind. Then another, this prod slightly stronger. And again, the poking becoming quite the nuisance.

“Billy, please don’t try to read my mind.” You said, staring into space as you attempted to keep the child out of your thoughts.

“I’m not.” He replied, dropping his hands to his sides as me met your eyes with a look of confusion.

You matched his puzzlement, the poking continuing and becoming even harder to ignore. Maybe it was a lapse in judgement or your exhaustion catching up to you, but you decided to drop your defences and let this strange presence into your head.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N), can you hear me?” A voice in your head asked.

“Charles!”

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hyunjilicious · 4 years

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a helping hand [henry cavill] - part 3

A/n: I know it took me ages, and I'm sorry, but it's finally here!! I don't know when part 4 will be up, but I know the plot, and by the time you finish reading this, you'll know it too!! Filth is coming. Also, since I posted the first 2 parts weeks ago, under the cut you'll find a small summary of what happened so far! Ofc, I'm linking the previous parts as well! Have fun reading, sorry for taking me so long, and please, don't hesitate to tell me what you thought! (I’ll reblog it with the taglist, otherwise it doesn’t show up in the tags!)

Summary: after Henry lost it during a fit of jealousy, he sneaked into your apartment, his actions having some very different repercussions from what he initially intended. SMUT 3.9k

Warnings: please be over 18!!! mentions of smut, masturbation (male receiving), sightly/some somnophilia, stalker-ish/obsessed Henry, cum play if you squint and ofc, mentions of filming and sharing pornographic material. 18+ please!!!!

You can find part 1 here and part 2 here!

Quick recap: Henry's crush on his very sweet and younger neighbour (you lol) grew into something else when you asked him for help with taking some pictures for your onlyfans account. Following this, your relationship reached a very teasing level, which prompted Henry to take matters into his own hands, even if that meant crossing some lines. So when he found out that you and a specific man from your past were on a voice call, he just had to know what exactly was being discussed. This jealousy fit had him using his spare key to enter your apartment and eavesdrop, and this is where chapter 2 ends. Have fun reading the next part!!!

“No” you sighed, waving your arms around, desperate to get your point across. But it was mostly useless, nothing even remotely decent would ever manage to penetrate Steve’s thick skull. He was a dumbass with a heart of gold, so you couldn’t even blame him for messing things up on purpose, you just learned the hard way not to take his advice under any circumstance. “No, Steve. I won’t do that. Not a chance!”

“Hun-” he scoffed, rolling his eyes as a smirk showed up on his lips, “When have I ever been wrong?”

“Really!?” you giggled and then sighed, “Listen, I gotta go to the bathroom and you’d better forget about this topic by the time I come back”

“Wait, wait. Ok, fine. Scratch that” Steve laughed, stopping you from getting up, “When have I ever been wrong on purpose?”

“Listen, I know you’re just trying to help” you smiled, “But I don’t think your experience in seducing girls with daddy issues benefits my situation in any kind of way”

“‘Course it does! I can give you some perspective!”

“Perspective on what?” you mocked, playfully frowning at him through the screen on your laptop, “You and Henry have nothing in common”

“The dick for one” Steve joked but when he saw you roll your eyes, he became serious, “I’m just tryin to help you hook up with the guy! That’s all”

“See!?” you laughed, already exasperated by the conversation, “I’m not trying to hook up with him, I want something more…”

Your sentence was cut short by the sound of a door closing. Your blood ran cold and your hands froze, eyes staring blankly into the camera.

“Y/n?” Steve asked with worry, “What’s wrong?”

“Wait here” you mumbled, pushing the laptop off of you and rushing to the door of your bedroom. You pressed your ear against it, and listened closely, the sound of a lock being turned chilling you to your bones. With shaky hands, you stumbled your way back to your bed, and looked into the camera, directly at a somewhat already worried Steve. “I gotta go-”

“Wait-” Steve tried to ask, “Are you-”

“Yeah, I’m fine, talk to you later” you hurriedly mumbled before ending the call. Your fingers flew across the screen of your phone, finding Henry’s name and pressing the green button in the blink of an eye.

And had he not been this utterly stupid and reckless, none of this would have happened. His impulsivity got the best of him, and panic rushed through his veins when he heard you were about to head to the bathroom. Pressure did him no good, and the first thing that came to mind at that point was to bolt out of there, knowing there was absolutely no way to explain what he was doing in your apartment. But his shaky hands were of no help, and the dexterity he earlier proved himself capable of was nowhere to be found. However, he didn’t care. He just stormed out, happy to finally breathe again as soon as he was out of your apartment - but when his phone vibrated in his pocket, he felt like dying all over again.

With your heart beating inside your throat, you grabbed your bedside lamp into your free hand, and curled yourself into a ball in the corner of your room, opposite to the door, the sound of the ongoing call being the only thing you heard over the loud buzz in your ears.

“Yeah?” Henry’s voice rang loudly when he finally answered, making you all but jump with fright.

Had you paid more attention, you’d have noticed he too sounded out of breath, but you were too out of it to tell. All you could think about was the psycho what was at your door.

“Henry-” you cried, voice shaky as the intake of air was no longer satisfying. You were hyperventilating, sweating from every pore, scared out of your mind.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice more stern now. “Y/n? Are you ok?”

“Yeah- yeah…” you said on autopilot, mind on standby. “No…” You whimpered, “Henry, can you- I think someone is trying to break into my house, I-”

“What!?” he gasped, “I’m sure no one-”

“Henry!” you cried into the phone, “Can you please look through your peephole? Please?”

He sounded confused, but you didn’t have to ask him twice. You heard a bit of shuffling before his voice reached your ears again, “There’s no one there, there’s no one at your door, you can relax”

“No-” you whimpered, unable to calm down, “Henry, please-!”

“I’m coming over right now,” he said.

“No! No, what if they’re still in the hallway?”

“There’s no one there, love” Henry tried to reassure you. When you heard him unlock the door of his apartment your heart stopped, but after that, everything was quiet.

“Are you ok?” you muttered, wiping your nose with your sleeve.

“Yes, love. I’m fine” Henry lightly chuckled, “I’m at your door, can you open up?”

“No” you scoffed, “What if someone got in?”

“No one got in” he tried to explain, but your adrenaline soaked brain refused to comply.

“Henry, take the spare key I gave you” you suggested, “And grab a knife”

Seeing how affected and terrified you were, Henry didn’t argue with you anymore. In a matter of seconds, you heard the door of your apartment being unlocked, Henry assuring you through the phone that it was him. When he walked inside, you remained hidden in your spot. He checked the kitchen and the living room, coming up to finally enter the bedroom. When your eyes landed on his massive frame, you breathed out relieved and rushed to him, throwing yourself into his arms. There was no other place on Earth you felt as safe as you did when he was holding you.

“Shh, you’re ok, you’re good” Henry cooed, cradling you to his chest, “I got you, baby, ok? I’m here”

But there was no stopping you. You broke down entirely, holding onto him as your legs gave in, turning into a mess. Henry carried you to the bed, sitting you down and allowing you to calm down at your own pace.

“I’m here, ok?” he asked again, rubbing your back, “I won’t let anything happen to you, Y/n, you know that. You’re safe, I got you”

It was impossible to tell just how long it took you to fully calm down, but it was safe to say that it would have taken hours longer had Henry not been there with you. When you were finally able to properly breathe again and hold a conversation, you looked up at him, big doe eyes hoping to convince him without too much of a fuss. “Can you stay here with me, please? I can’t be alone right now”

With nothing but sympathy in his eyes, Henry leaned down and kissed your forehead, “Don’t you think it would be better if we went over to my place instead?”

“No” you shook your head, “And leave the apartment unattended? I don’t think that’s a good idea”

His heart broke. Being his usual, impulsive self, Henry managed to break you down and terrify you to your core. As much as he wanted to reassure you everything would be fine, he couldn’t. He couldn’t just tell you it was him who broke into your apartment in the middle of a jealousy breakdown. So, he settled for the second best option, and really, he couldn’t complain.

It was late in the afternoon on a Sunday, no locksmith on the clock. Seeing how you’d have to wait until the next morning, he was more than happy to spend that time with you.

As time started to pass, you also started to relax.

The day slowly wilted a way, as both you and Henry made yourselves busy around your apartment. He wasted a couple of hours installing games on your school laptop as you took a bath, he then cooked you dinner, and by the time the night rolled around, you were your usual bubbly self again. And after watching and laughing your hearts out at Jack Nicholson in As Good As It Gets, sleep started to creep up on you.

Henry placed one of your kitchen chairs under the doorknob before turning to give you a massive hug, “No one can get in, darling. I promise”

“Thank god you live across the hall” you confessed, snaking your arms under his hoodie as you gathered yourself as close to him as possible. “What would I have done otherwise?”

“You don’t have to worry about that” Henry kissed your forehead, “I’ll always be here when you need me”

And in that moment, right there, stopping yourself from kissing him turned out to be the most difficult thing you ever had to do. Instead, you settled for his cheek, before hiding your face against his shoulder. “I’ll always be here for you too”

“Thank you, angel” Henry breathed out.

There really was nothing on this earth you loved more than this man.

Getting ready to go to sleep, you changed in your pajamas, while all Henry did was take off his hoodie. With your toothbrush lodged between your teeth, you lingered in the door frame, watching the muscles of his back flex as he bent down and put his phone down to charge.

Toothpaste and drool could very well have dribbled down your chin as you stood and gawked, only releasing you were staring when Henry turned around and a smile made its way up his lips. “Yes?” he laughed, but all you did was look him up and down, before returning to the bathroom with a shake of your head.

“Oh, Y/n?” Henry called again, following you, “Where can I find a blanket or some sheets?”

First you squinted, but then you decided it would be best if you just finished brushing your teeth before anything else. After rinsing your mouth, you turned to look at him, utterly unamused. “What for?”

“So I don’t have to sleep on leather?”

“You’re sleeping with me” you rolled your eyes, grabbing his elbow and dragging him into the bathroom so he could get ready for bed too. “Not up for discussion”

“Ok” Henry chuckled, looking at you in the mirror. “But I snore”

As if that would make you reconsider. You walked away and into your room, settling under the covers, without another word. About 10 minutes later, Henry joined you.

He fit in like a piece of puzzle and you didn’t even try to keep yourself from cuddling into his side. Sinking his head down between the multitude of pillows on your bed, you giggled, crawling on top of him. Without thinking too much about it, you kissed your way down his neck, peppering tens of kisses against his naked chest. You felt his heartbeat under your palm as he breathed in and out slowly, smiling down at you as he enjoyed the view.

“Thanks for doing this for me” you mumbled, rubbing your hand up and down his chiseled abdomen.

“Really, Y/n” Henry said, wrapping his arms around you, “There’s no need to thank me. Plus, you think I’m not enjoying this?”

“Oh shut up” you giggled. The amount of small talk that followed turned out to be exactly what you needed in order to allow your eyes to peacefully close. Despite the events of earlier in the evening, you now felt safer than ever before.

It was just a matter of time until soft snores started escaping past your lips, your chest rising and falling every so softly as you drifted out of consciousness.

But Henry’s mind was nowhere near relaxed enough to drift off. No. You were too close to him, too innocent and vulnerable for him to just let this moment pass. The way you had just thrown one of your legs over his lap drove him insane - your bare thigh too accessible to him.

At first, he just tested the waters. A peck to the top of your head, and a small caress against the back of your hand. You were completely out, and that accentuated his need further.

Slowly moving his free arm down his body, Henry brushed his fingers over his clothed member, grunting out loud when he felt the sensibility in his tip. He bit into his bottom lip out of need to keep quiet, teasing himself just a little as he struggled to decide how to go about things. With the way you were laying right now, it was next to impossible for him to free himself without moving you. And even though at the beginning he tried to avoid that, when you stirred in your sleep, your body rubbing up against his, he lost all kinds of patience.

As softly as he could, Henry pushed your leg back, just a little. Even in your sleep, you craved his touch, as when you felt movement, you involuntarily shuffled closer, but much to his relief, your legs remained on the mattress.

Eagerness controlled his actions as he pushed his pants down his thighs, propping his hips up with difficulty. When his underwear was pulled down and his cock sprung free, Henry hissed with unmatched satisfaction. With his hand wrapped around his base and his eyes on you, he swallowed thickly, his heart beating out of his chest with a demented sense of bliss.

"My baby-" Henry cooed, rubbing his lips across your hairline as he started stroking his cock.

His movements were slow but not calculated in any way. His brain was occupied, forcing his hand to work on muscle memory. But still, he teased himself, rubbing his thumb across his slit just like he liked to think you would.

The fear of getting caught was at an all time high as you stirred again. He froze for a second, "That's my good girl-" Henry whispered, looking down at your sleeping frame. As much as he wanted you to take an active part in this, he knew better than to risk it.

It was getting more and more difficult to breathe, his back sweating profusely as he pumped himself closer to the edge. His hips bucked, causing the bed frame to creak. Instantly, he stilled, eyes on you, but all you did was rub your cheek against his chest, completely unaware of your surroundings.

"I'm so close for you, my darling" Henry groaned, his throat paper dry as the words left his lips. All he could hear was his own breathing and the unmistakable perverse sound of slapping skin, but still, even above all of that, you kept on peacefully snoring.

The arm Henry looped around your frame was now traveling lower, his palm exploring your side until he reached your ass. He softly gripped a handful of your bum, squeezing hard enough to make up for the struggle of not allowing himself to finish too early. But it was reckless and maybe he shouldn't have done so, as his touch all but woke you up.

Still overwhelmed with sleep, you barely pushed yourself up, eyes closed as you slightly changed your position. You were now laying higher up his body, your head almost falling off his shoulder. Your breathing tickled the side of his neck as you snaked your arm up and looped it around his frame. Biting down hard on his bottom hip, Henry felt ridiculous amounts of blood rush to the tip of his cock as you refused to settle already.

Rubbing the tip of your nose across his jugular, still mostly out but not fully, you peaked your eyes open, “Henry-?”

“Y- yeah?” he swallowed thickly, freezing in his spot.

“Why’re you awake?” you mumbled.

“Just woke up- had a weird dream, that’s all”

You believed the lie without an ounce of doubt, “Wanna talk about it?”

“Yes” he whispered, “But in the morning. Sorry I woke you up, go back to sleep, darling”

“Ok” you sighed, kissed his bare shoulder and allowed yourself to drift off again.

Henry licked his lips in a haze, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as sweat worked his entire body. God, how he regretted getting himself in his position, but his cock was full on hard, all but leaking at the tip, not so patiently waiting to receive any kind of attention again. He sucked in a deep breath, eyes on you to make sure you were asleep.

His heart skipped a beat as your mouth popped open, but your light snores came as the strongest form of reassurance, and he resumed his work. The anxiety of getting caught fueled him, and the heels of his feet dug into the mattress, his hips bucking upwards as he furiously pumped his cock.

It was all getting too much. He was close. Henry threw his head back trying to suppress a moan, but he miserably failed. A choked back wail escaped his now dry lips as his whole body tensed. He squeezed you closer, his fingers lewdly digging into the sweet flesh of your ass. He was crossing many lines but that didn't stop him. He didn't see things clear anymore. His chest heaved, rushing up and down as he fisted his cock, biting into his lower lip as he watched your peaceful expression.

It was pure, dumb luck that he managed to spot a pack of napkins laying on the night stand mere seconds before he came. His juices eagerly ran down his shaft as he flew through his orgasm, his saviour napkin proving almost useless.

Coming down from his high, he all but managed to calm down, but his mind was still set. He would never get enough of you. And no matter how many times he'd cum, he'd still be down to go again. You had that power over him.

"Fuck…" Henry panted. And in the blur of the moment he created, he didn't even stop to process his thoughts. Gathering the few droplets of cum that landed on his stomach, he brought his hand up to your face, his thumb rubbing across your lips.

In that moment, then and there, when you unconsciously wrapped your lips around his finger, he almost lost it all over again.

"Holy-" he cried again, kissing your forehead. As eager and willing as he was to keep going, Henry stopped himself. He tucked the napkins next to the foot of the bed, pulled his pants back up his hips and settled under the covers.

Sleep didn't come easy, but he eventually drifted off. Unfortunately, the clock had almost struck 3am by the time he closed his eyes, and no later than 6:15, your alarm went off.

"No" you protested, wiggling around in search of your phone. "No school- no, thank you"

Eyes closed and cheek squished into the pillow, Henry raised his arm and found the phone with ease, handing it to you without a word.

Squinting under the bright light of the screen, you dismissed the alarm and snuggled back into Henry's chest, his arms wrapping around your body in an instant.

And as heavenly as this felt, it only lasted for about 5 minutes, until your alarm went off again.

"Just turn it off" Henry laughed, kissing your forehead, "I'll wake you up after I make breakfast"

"You don't have to" you protested, throwing in a whine or two as you curled yourself around him.

"I want to"

"No"

"Y/n…"

"Ok fine" you sighed, "Thank you"

"No need darling" Henry chuckled and stood up. He once again pecked the top of your head and then he was gone. About one second and a half later, you were asleep again, only to complain when Henry woke you up.

"It's 7" he stated, gathering the blanket in his arms and allowing the cold air to reach your body.

"Give it back" you cried.

"Is that how it's gonna be?" Henry threatened, and despite his dominating tone, you still refused to take him seriously. When you hid your face between the pillows, he deeply sighed, but satisfaction was still audible in his tone. "Fine then"

Taking you completely by surprise, Henry bent down and gathered you in his arms, throwing you over his shoulder with absolute ease.

"Henry-" you yelled, "The fuck-"

"Not gonna be late, Y/n" Henry laughed, "Not on my watch"

"God" you giggled along and allowed yourself to be carried to the kitchen.

As soon as he walked out of the bedroom, a delicious smell reached your nose. It was probably the first real breakfast you'd had in weeks, so you weren't going to complain anymore. Fresh coffee, toast, avocado, pancakes, hard boiled eggs and a multitude of veggies and fruit awaited on the table.

"I didn't even know I had all this food in my house"

"You didn't-" Henry shook his head, sitting down beside you, "Grabbed them from my place"

"You shouldn't have, but thank you"

"No need" he assured you, "Dig in"

When you were done, and right before you headed to the bathroom to get ready, you turned to him again. "Do you know the number of any locksmiths? I really wanna change the locks"

Following a quick Google search, Henry found a multitude of ads, and after choosing the most trustworthy looking one, he dialed the number as you patiently waited beside him.

Everything seemed to go perfectly well, until he frowned, "No, today pl- [...] No, I'm not locked out of my- [...] You sure-? Ok, ok fine. Ok, tomorrow, first thing, ok, thanks"

"They can't come today?" you pouted as soon as he hung up.

"No, I'm sorry" Henry shook his head, and seeing the disappointment plastered on your face, he spoke up again. "I can stay one more night, if you want to. I'll sleep in the living room-"

"What? No" you scoffed, "It's not that…"

"What is it then?" he questioned, starting to get worried.

You hesitated. "Its no-"

"Don't tell me it's nothing" Henry commanded, pointing a finger at you. A smile appeared at the corner of your lips as you rolled your eyes.

"Ok, fine. I just- I just had to film today for the- you know… That's all, but I can do it some other day"

Henry didn't answer until a smirk tilted the corner of his lips upwards. "Or I could help you?"

"Help me?" you gawked.

"Yeah" he nonchalantly shrugged, "Helped you once before, didn't I?"

"You sure?"

"Yeah" he smiled, "Only if you me want to, of course"

Your knees weakened and your heart was beating in all the wrong ways, so all you managed to do was giggle and shake your head in disbelief. "Well, yeah... I want to"

How were you going to tell him that the video was supposed to be of you fucking yourself with a baby pink dildo? And how exactly was he going to help? You had a long day ahead of you and the ridiculous amounts of school work you had to get done in the meantime didn't allow you to give these questions any kind of priority. All you wanted was for the evening to come around already even if you sweated profusely just at the thought of what was to come.

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