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Lowkey writing xReader is getting really hard now but I have so many drafts and requests I'm sitting on 𼲠romance is kinda killing me I need to get back into the groove of the genre
#i blame the fact im working on a slow burn fanfic rn#its making regular romance thats âgetting togetherâ kinda hard to focus on#also personal life experience has made me hate irl romance#i miss the feeling of giggling and twirling my hair and being flirty
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Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader
Synopsis: Matt and Y/N go out ice skating, but Matt forgets his gloves at homeâŚ.Y/N offers him another idea on how to warm his fingers up. Will he take the offer?đ¤đ˝
Warningsâ ď¸: FINGERINGGGGGGG OH YEAHâŚ..and thatâs about it. This is an idea @flowerxbunnie and @lustfulslxt and I spoke about because of Mattâs little skinny fingers, and they uhh nominated me to be the one to write it đ
Song for the imagine: Teenage Fever- Drake
â ď¸This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??â ď¸
You say the word, Iâm on the way
This shit feels like teenage fever
Iâm not scared of it, she ainât either
I was sitting at home bored and missing Matt, so I decided to call him
âHey babyâ he said on the second ring
âHi Mattâ I said
âHow are you my loveâ he asked me
âIâm good, Iâm just bored, and I miss youâ I said twirling my hair
âWant to do something funâ he asks lowly
âOuu define funâ I said smirking
âYou dirty minded fuck, I was thinking like an actual activityâ he said laughing
âI know a fun activity you and I can doâ I said
âAlright be careful with your next wordsâ he said back
âUhh youâre boring, want to go ice skating?â I asked him huffing out a breath
âIâm downâ he said
âOkay yay! Could you pick me up?â I asked him
âWas already planning on it princessâ he responded
âOuu princess I like thatâ I said smiling
âAlright you weirdo. Be ready Iâll be there in 25â he said giggling
âUhh fine see you soon, and drive safeâ I told him
âThank you babe, I willâ he responded before hanging up
I was already dressed for the day, so all I had to do was get my coat on. After 25 minutes Matt pulled up to my house honking the horn to let me know I was there.
I threw my coat on and headed out. I got into his car immediately leaning over and giving him a kiss
âSup babyâ he said slyly
âEw donât ever say thatâ I said giving him a dirty look
âIâm trying to be flirty and this is what I getâ I said rolling his eyes
âUh oh Mattitudeâ I said throwing my hands up
âShut up, weirdoâ he said laughing at me
âOuu I like when youâre meanâ I said poking his cheek
âStop being such a freakâ he said laughing and pushing my hand away
He drove us to the ice skating rink, and shockingly it was too packed. I figured it was because it was so cold outside not many people wanted to ice skate outdoors.
âLook baby itâs not too busyâ Matt said pulling into a parking spot
âGood, less people in my wayâ I said taking my seatbelt off
âLove the attitudeâ he said getting out the car
I rolled my eyes, and got out, shutting the door behind me, and walking to Matt. We interlocked fingers as we walked to the entrance
âOu your fingers are cold, and the rings donât helpâ I told Matt
âWell it is 35 degrees outsideâ he said looking at me making a dumb face
âOuu sometimes I want to smack that dumb look off your faceâ I said to him
âYeah yeahâ he said rolling his eyes
We had got in and paid, walking over to get our skates. We had changed into our skates, and heading out to the rink
Matt and I had been skating for a while, just chatting and laughing, but I kept seeing him rub his hands together
âCold?â I asked him
âYes captain obviousâ he said looking at me
âSpicy todayâ I said laughing at him
âYeah Iâm fucking cold, and you know with my joint problems in my hands my fingers are sensitiveâ he said warming his hands up
âWhy donât you put your gloves onâ I told him
âYouâre rightâ he said digging into his coat for his gloves
âShitâ he said looking over at me
âWhat happened?â I asked
âI think I left my gloves in my other coatâ he said annoyed
âAwww nooâ I said looking at his hands
âItâs fine. Iâll be okayâ he said
We continued to skate a little longer, and I knew the cold was bothering his hands as he couldnât stop trying to warm them up
âWhy donât we just head out?â I asked him
âNo itâs fine, Iâm okayâ he said looking at me
âI donât know Matt, your hands are like iceâ I said to him
âYeah but itâs okayâ he said smiling at me
âI know a way to warm them upâ I said smirking at him
âOh yeah?â He asked smiling at me
âYeahâŚ.you, me in the back seatâŚ.your hands in between my legsâ I said whispering
âMm does sound niceâ he said blushing
âWhat do you say?â I asked him
âMm I donât know thereâs people here we could get caughtâ he said
âWe wonât, come on baby itâll be funâ I told him
âAlright letâs goâ he said
We skated back to the exit, and returned our skates and put our shoes back on. We walked back to the car, and I got in the back while Matt turned the car on to put the heat on. He then joined me in the back seat
âYouâre so naughtyâ he said before kissing me
âOnly for you, plus I want to help my baby outâ I said giving him doe eyes
âYouâre too good to meâ he said kissing me one last time
Matt started to kiss my jawline and then down to my neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses
âShit Mattâ I moaned out
âCome on baby help me get you out of these pantsâ he said pulling away
I lifted up so he could help me pull my leggings down along with my underwear
He ran his hand along my thighs, immediately getting goosebumps at his cold fingers
âToo cold?â He asked
âNo it feels so goodâ I said looking at his hand move along my skin
Slowly Matt brought his hand down to my clit, I jumped at the feeling of his cold fingers, and he started to rub
âFuck Matt that feels so goodâ I said looking over at him
âYeah?â He asked smirking at me
He used his cold fingers to rub my arousal around, sending shock waves through my body
Slowly Matt sunk his cold ring clad middle finger into me
âFuck Matt that feels so fucking goodâ I moaned out at the sensation
âSo warm and tightâ he whisper in my ear causing me to shudder
He slowly pumped his finger in and out of me before adding his ring finger in
âOh godâ I moaned out throwing my head back
Matt was thrusting his two fingers in and out at a rapid speed all that could be heard was the obscene sounds of his fingers delving into my cunt, and my moans
âSuch a mess for meâ he said watching me watch his fingers go in and out
âAlways for you my loveâ I said looking over at him and kissing him
He continued to finger me pushing up against my g spot
âIâm going to cumâŚfuckâ I moaned throwing my head back again
âCome on baby cum for meâ he said as he started to finger me faster, and used his thumb to rub my clit
âOH GODDDDDâ I moaned out lifting my hips off the seat
âIâm gonna cum matt Iâm gonna cumâ I said letting my jaw fall slack
âCome on baby you got thisâ he said, my cunt making obscenely wet sounds as his fingers thrusted up into me
âSHIT SHIT SHITâ I said as I was beginning to cum
âMATTTTâ I moaned out as I was cumming on his fingers and my thighs started to shake. He continued to finger me allowing me to ride my high out
Once I came down from my high he removed his fingers from my cunt. Immediately sticking them in his mouth and licking them clean
âSo good to meâ he said holding eye contact
âFuck Matt that was so goodâ I said catching my breath
âMy fingers are all warmed up now, thank you babyâ he said kissing me
âAnytime if it means your cold ring clad fingers can be buried deep in meâ I said putting my underwear on and my pants
âDirty girlâ he said laughing at me
âOh shut it, take me homeâ I said rolling my eyes
âOuu for more?â He asked winking at me
âOf course for moreâ I said leaning over and kissing him
We both hopped in the front and he drove us back to my place where we had way more funâŚ.
The End
This one was pretty short, but it was cuteeeeeđ§đ˝ââď¸đ. Anywho I got some more ideas cooking up in my dome. I just donât know how to write them LMAOO
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Hi Franky! If the inspiration strikes with this one... do you have headcanons for the WBPs with a s/o that gets super hardcore flirty when drunk without even realizing it? =) Especially Ace and Marco <3 :D I hope you have a great evening!! Thanks a lot! <3
Yesssss gooood. I might have missed the mark and went abit overboard with this, oops.
Ace
You are having a drink, you and some of the other Whitebeards, including Ace.
Itâs clear you are sloshed and babbling a little and Ace puts his arm around you to keep you sitting still and you just place your hands on his chest, and bat your eyelashes at him. He feels you stroking over his chest, a sly grin on your face as you lean up and whisper something in his ear.
He spits out whatever heâs drinking and coughs, splutters and his freckled cheeks turn pink. His eyes wide as he stares at your smirking face.
âWhat?â He repeats and chuckles nervously and you whisper it again for him. He can feel the heat rising in his face towards his ears and washing over him as he has this dopey smile.
You are an aggressive flirt when you are drunk and you canât help but enjoy how flushed and bashful you can make Ace.
Heâs not used to the flirting but he likes it, likes it a lot and he enjoys feeling you close to him like this⌠feeling your lips on his neck he pulls you against him until one of the others tell you both to get a room which you're both more than happy to.
Marco
He can see when youâve had a lot to drink, heâs used to you being a lightweight and he just smirks at you when you straddle his lap, cupping his cheeks with your clammy hands, a little too drunk to sit on him without the aid of his arms around you.
âSo I think I know the real reason you eat so much pineapple.â You start and think you sound smooth, and sexy when really you are slurring but Marco chuckles, amused more than anything as you try and flirt with him.
You lean in against his ear and whisper the filthy thing in his ear, his eyebrows quirk but otherwise, his expression is the same lazy smile and half-lidded eyes as you pull back with a grin splashed across your face and a look of victory.
âIs that so?â He asked, hands running over your back and seeing how you react to the simple touches, you nod to his question and thatâs when he lifts you up.
Your legs wrap around his waist as he kissed your neck and rushes you off to your shared room.
THATCH AND IZOU UNDERCUT
Thatch
Oh, heâs delighted when you flirt with him, as you get clingy with him, telling him how handsome he is, how big he is [his hair, pervert], and just basks in the attention.
He loves when your get tipsy and flirt with him, he does it back in equal measures. Some of the things you both come out with make everyone around you leave the area until you are alone with him.
âHave you been reading my romance books again?â He asks after you make a filthy comment, a grin on his face as he gets up and lifts you, throwing you over his shoulder as you giggle, his hand on your ass, patting it as he rushes you both to your room.
You spouting all sorts of cheesy but very flirty comments that just make him pick up his speed.
Izou
He gives you a look.
He clicks his tongue and shakes his head and your leaning on him batting your eyelashes and trying to look innocent like you hadnât whispered something so dirty into his ear.
Izou was used to you being an uncontrollable tease and a flirt after a few drinks and he was always somewhat prepared for this to happen but he still gave you a tough time about it.
âIs that so?â He asks, taking a sip of his own drink and giving you a scrutinizing look you just nod your head and start to twirl a loose strand of his hair around your finger.
âThen prove it.â He calls your bluff and you stare at him, blushing across your cheek now as he leans in and repeats the dirty flirt youâd said in his ear.
Causing to go bright red and fall over yourself.
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The one with Victoriaâs boobs
Description | Victoria needs help taping her boobs for an upcoming performance. You get more than you bargained for.
Content |Â fluff
Pairing | Victoria x gn!Reader
Word Count |Â 2420
Some situations in life simply could not be dealt with without a strong cup of coffee. Heading out to an exam, waking up to a text from that ex who still grinds your gears, missing your train, and being late for work ... You, however, thought you were doing fine today, mood high and excited for the day ahead. You had slept in and left the hotel at a reasonable time. Youâd do what you loved - make-up - and then watch the band play a kickass show. No additional kick needed to pump you up or help you deal with the hours ahead. You changed your mind the second you opened the dressing room door and came face to face with Victoria's tits. Actually - scratch that - you would need a drink to deal with this.
"Y/n! Finally! I need you, come here." While Victoria's face brightened up considerably as her eyes met yours, a smile spreading on her gorgeous lips, you could feel your cheeks heating up. She didn't seem to notice or mind, instead grabbing your hand and dragging you further into the room. Your bag slid off your shoulder, unceremoniously hitting the ground and staying there, forgotten and in the way. "If Damiano keeps ripping off the tape one more time to readjust, he's going to take my nipple off."
"Hey!" He objected. "I'm just trying to improve your boobs, lady!"
"You can't improve perfection, Damiano."
The bickering gave you a moment to evaluate the scene before you. The dressing room was a mess, clothes everywhere and a stylist bustling around, trying to keep the damage to a minimum. Ethan was currently admiring his reflection in the mirror, hands running through his hair, while Thomas kept rummaging around the chaos. And right before your eyes, Victoria, in satin trousers but topless, with Damiano still trying to fix the cross he had put across her left nipple, as Vic kept slapping his hand away.
"Honestly, babe, I need you," she pleaded as your eyes managed to remove themselves from her bare chest and met hers instead. "I can't do it myself because when I try to do it in the mirror it looks weird when I put my arms down. And Damiano just about managed one cross that doesn't look wonky as hell after about 43 attempts."
"I did not need 43 attempts! I was just trying to -"
"Stop it!" Vic slapped his hand away once more, harshly enough for the sound to echo. "Go gel your hair or something, I've got Y/n now."
"I'm your make-up artist, not -" You didn't quite know how to finish your sentence. You weren't what? Victoria's personal boob inspector? Professional nipple-taper?
"Exactly, which means you've got an eye for aesthetic, so please put this tape on me."
You couldn't refuse Vic either way. Not when she was staring at you with those impossibly blue eyes, silently begging for your help. With a sigh, you grabbed the tape out of her hand, slowly unrolling a bit. You had only known her for a little while, but well enough to be aware that she wouldn't back down. Vic was already reaching for a pair of scissors, but you were quicker, tearing the piece of tape off with your teeth.
"Sexy, but scary," Victoria concluded. "But mainly sexy."
You didn't have the mental capacity to deal with what she had just said. Actually, you didn't have the capacity to deal with what you were about to do, but that was a pill you'd simply have to swallow. You hoped your shaky fingers weren't giving you away, as you crouched to eye-level with Vic's boob.
You had never much thought about the feminine beauty of a naked woman's chest before, but your current angle was making you question all your past convictions.
Maybe you were into girls after all.
Maybe you were just into Victoria. It was a thought that had been lingering in the back of your mind for a while now.
As your fingers lightly touched her skin, careful to get the placement just right, she flinched. You looked up, gazes meeting, and for a second there was something in her eyes you couldn't quite pinpoint, but it was gone before you had a chance to reflect on it. Instead, she giggled, "It's way too hot for your hands to be this cold."
Way too hot indeed.
You tried to make quick work of the task ahead and not to stare at her breasts too intently. Not to touch her soft skin too obviously. Not to let your beating heart get the better of you.
"I knew you'd get it perfectly!" Victoria exclaimed, turning towards the mirror and examining her now partly covered boobs. "You just got that kind of eye, Y/n. Thank you so much."
She had thrown her arms around you before you could react. It shouldn't have come as much of a surprise, Vic always being a rather touchy person by nature, but this time she was half-naked, her chest pressed against your shirt. Your arms carefully wrapped around her back, briefly letting yourself enjoy the feeling of silk-like skin under your fingertips, then quickly letting go and taking a step back. Your heart had gone from beating to straight-up racing. You were in so much trouble.
"I'll just put on the rest of my outfit and then you can do my make-up, yeah?" Her eyes shone at you in gradients you hadn't seen before. All you could do was nod dumbly, knowing that nothing was ever going to be the same again.
***
You hadn't meant to go out drinking with the band, you really really hadn't, yet here you were, sitting in a dark corner of some trendy bar in the middle of Berlin, trying to duck out of every video they filmed for Instagram and sipping on your drink. The mood was euphoric and everyone kept singing along to the songs playing in the background, but you kept to yourself. Your mind was still spinning with images of Victoria, memories of her skin on yours, and the fact that she was standing in front of you right now didnât help. She was beauty personified.
âY/n! Dance with me!â Victoria pulled you out of my thoughts as she pulled you up into a standing position.
âVic, no one is dancing in this bar.â
âSo?â
She had never been much impressed with what other people were doing. You quickly downed the rest of your drink, handing the glass to Damiano, who sent you a conspicuous wink. Whatever that was supposed to mean. You were still standing a little awkwardly when Victoria took your hand and twirled you around, a heavy slap to the bum hitting you while your back was towards her.
âCome on, Y/n, let loose!â
The shock of her actions only lasted a split second, before you broke out into giggles and let her pull you further into her. Her arms wrapped around your neck, trying to move you to a beat that was much too fast to be this close and entangled. You didnât mind. Hell, you decided, you would never mind anything she did to you ever again. You didnât even take notice of Damiano, Ethan, and Thomas dancing along around you, too focused on the way Vic was holding you and pressing you against herself. You couldnât tell anymore if the elation you were feeling was because of the drink youâve had or because she was looking at you the way she was. In the heat of the moment, you pushed a strand of her from her face, fingers lightly trailing along her cheek. Her mouth was on yours in an instant, pressing a bold kiss against your lips, but it was over before it started and suddenly her body wasnât pushed up against yours anymore and you felt lost and cold. Victoria was now slinging her arms around Thomasâ neck instead, leaving a similar kiss on him, before giving Ethan and Damiano the same treatment.
Your heart couldnât decide if it wanted to keep beating or start breaking.
***
The next days were pure torture. It didnât help that Victoria had developed a newfound love for going bra-less - and an appreciation for you taping her up. Her behaviour wasnât much better. You bent over to pick something up? Slap on the butt. She walked by you? No way she wasnât going to brush past you in some way. Sitting on the couch? She was cuddled up to you in a heartbeat, face mushed into your neck, her breath softly tickling your skin.
Pure torture.
It all came crashing down the night Victoria decided to shake up the hotel room arrangement. She would usually room with Damiano, while you shared with other members of the team that worked behind the scenes. Until you were all gathered in the lobby of your hotel for the night and she loudly announced she was sick of listening to Damiano snore every night -Â âWhat the hell, Iâve never snored in my life?!â - and instead was going to sleep with you. Sleep with you. You didnât miss the looks and snickers of the others as she phrased it exactly like that.
You didnât have a choice, really. You simply werenât the type of person to protest - and Vic knew. So you followed her up in the elevator, down the corridor, and into the room like a lovesick puppy, internally debating whether you were dreading this or looking forward to it. As soon as you had both dropped your luggage, she disappeared into the bathroom without another word. You didnât miss the fact that she did not even attempt to close the door.
Two single beds. You breathed a sigh of relief. No awkward there-was-only-one-bed situation. Or maybe you felt a bit of disappointment. Maybe-Â No. This needed to stop. You were going crazy. You were supposed to do a job on this promo tour, be professional, maybe make friends with the band if you were lucky, but instead, you were falling deeper and deeper and it all ended with the fact that you had never felt this way about anyone else. It pained you to think that Victoria wasnât feeling the same. And she definitely wasnât - you were sure of that. She was a flirty person, she liked to touch and kiss those around her, but none of it went deeper than that. And you were going to have to accept it for what it was.
You were still in the middle of convincing yourself of not feeling anything more than friendship for Victoria when she emerged from the bathroom. Wearing nothing but a pair of panties. It was in that moment you knew you would never get over her.
âVIc, you need to stop doing this.â
Her face fell immediately, going from overly cheeky - which seemed to be her default expression these days - to genuinely concerned. Concerned, and confused. She was by your side in an instant, holding you by your upper arms, seemingly searching your face for answers.
âDo what?â
The direct question was filled with a softness that almost brought tears to your eyes. For a second you contemplated taking it back, changing the topic, and ignoring how emotionally draining the past days had been, but one look into her eyes told you that you needed to be honest with her. Now or never.
âYou need to stop touching me. You need to stop riling me up at every opportunity, you need to stop teasing me and brushing up against me because-â The words seemed trapped in your throat. Victoria had moved away, immediately adhering to your request to stop touching you and you hated it. You wanted her hands back on you, you wanted all of her on you. One more deep breath. âBecause I cannot stop thinking about kissing you. And Iâm not talking about a little friendly peck. Iâm talking about kissing the ever-loving shit out of you now and forever.â
It happened so fast. Victoria was on you before you had even finished your last words, lips pressed to yours in a heated and hurried manner, arms wrapping around you to press her body against yours. You reacted as if on autopilot, as if your body knew what to do simply because it had been waiting for it. Your hands tangled themselves in her hair as you responded eagerly to her kiss, before running them down her cheeks and to her neck.
This was nothing like the time she kissed you in the bar in Berlin. That time didnât even come close to what was happening now. If your heart had been beating before, it was pounding out of your chest now. You thought that for as long as she promised to put her mouth on yours anytime you asked, you would be invincible.
The kiss ended rather slowly. A few pecks and staying close, breath fanning on each otherâs faces, eyes still shut for a while until you two managed to separate. Victoriaâs smirk was back, tenfold and you couldnât help but giggle.
âImagined anything like that?â
âYou know I did,â you admitted, feeling slightly shy all of a sudden.
âHonestly, though,â Vic said, brushing your hair from your face in the most tender motion. âIâm sorry I put you in a weird position. I think my way of flirting just didnât work on you.â
âOh, it worked alright,â you laughed. âI just wasnât sure you meant it that way. Especially when you kissed me that night and then proceeded to kiss everyone.â
âYeah, that wasnât clever. I think I was just scared because you didnât react so I tried to play it off.â
Victoria pushed another kiss onto your lips, sweet and short and full of reassurance, then promptly hugging you with a force that sent both of you tumbling onto one of the beds. Laughing with all your heart, you pushed her off you but made sure she never strayed too far. You couldnât help but be amused at the state you were both in, faces heated up and giggly, you fully clothed while Victoria was still lounging in nothing but a pair of black panties.
âFor Godâs sake, Victoria put some clothes on,â you mocked her, even though you both knew there was no reason for you to mind it anymore.
âYou know, I think itâs quite fitting,â she contemplated instead. âIt started and ended with my boobs out.â
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hello love! i was wondering if you could write a fred x gryffindor reader in which she is in the same year as ron and heâs constantly flirting with her, so she gives him the same energy but inside sheâs afraid heâs like that with everyone and that she might be just another one but the truth is that heâs hopelessly in love with her? maybe george can give him a push? maybe a fluffy ending? thank you so muchhh đĽ°
smiling kisses // fred weasley
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a/n: ok when i wrote this i had interpreted it as you wanting ron and the reader to be friends and now iâm rereading it and you didnt explicitly say that, so i hope you donât mind that I made them friends lol! i love the flirty but clueless trope and fred is the perfect person for this. thanks for your request! iâm actually so proud of this and I hope you like it!!!!!
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âI donât see what the big deal is!â Ron said, rolling his eyes at Hermione.
âHeâs your brother, certainly it must bother you,â she retorted, undeterred by his exasperated tone.
You bounded down the stairs, your hand grazing the wall as you turned to meet your friends. They looked at you, and Hermioneâs face flushed red.
âTalking about me?â you teased, sliding onto the couch in between the two of them.
Ron smirked at Hermione, and her face grew redder.
âYou were, werenât you?â you said playfully, throwing your arms behind each of them, pulling them closer.
âHermione was,â Ron mumbled, and Hermione reached across your lap and pinched Ronâs arm.
âOuch!â he said, and before you could ask what they were saying about you, the topic of Hermione and Ronâs previous conversation sauntered through the portrait hole.
It only took Fred a second to find you, sandwiched between his brother and Hermione. He and George strolled over, leaning over the back of the couch and putting their faces close to yours. They were on either side of you, and Hermione squeezed out of your grasp and cringed away from them. Ron wrapped a long arm around Georgeâs neck, pulling him over the couch and onto the floor in front of you.
âThat was a mistake, Ickle Ronniekins,â George taunted, leaping from his spot on the ground. Ronâs smile faded and he scrambled to move off the couch, missing Georgeâs grasp by an inch as he stumbled up the stairs.
âAh, boys,â you exhaled, pretending to be awestruck. Hermione giggled from her spot in the corner of the couch, and Fred retracted his head from beside yours.
He walked to the front of the couch and took Ronâs spot, sitting close to you. Your thighs touched, and your school skirt had rose while sitting. Fredâs eyes drifted to the exposed skin, and he raked his gaze over you. You watched his eyes move, and when they met yours a smirk flirted on your lips and you rolled your eyes.
âVery charming, Fred,â you said, moving to pull your skirt down.
âDonât cover up on my accord, darling,â he said, leaning back into the couch and spreading his arms across the length of the cushions.
âReally, Fred?â Hermione said from besides you, shifting uncomfortably and scowling.
âYou look nice too, âMione,â Fred gave her a charming smile and her scowl deepened.
âDonât let him bother you, heâs all talk and no bite,â you said, turning towards Hermione and away from Fred.
He tugged at a piece of your hair, and you turned to face him again, an eyebrow quirked.
He had an evil smirk on his face, and his eyes were a little darker than usual.
âYou think?â he asked, a flirtatious tone dripping from his tongue.
Hermione groaned loudly, fed up with the antics of teenaged boys. She stood and grabbed your hand, pulling you from the couch. Fred was disappointed to see you leave, but he enjoyed the view. You looked over your shoulder, and sent him a flirty wave, which only widened his smirk.
George had given up his chase after Ronâs dormitory door slammed shut in his face. He walked down the stairs in time to see Fred nearly drooling on the couch, watching you leave through the portrait hole with Hermione.
âYouâre hopeless,â he said, sitting opposite of Fred on an armchair.
âShut up,â Fred retorted, still staring dreamily at the portrait hole where you had been moments ago.
âWhen are you gonna tell her?â
âI tell her just about every day!â Fred said, turning to look at his brother.
âNo, you flirt with her. Thereâs a difference,â George said, picking off a piece of lint from his sweater.
âHow can she not know by now?â Fred sighed, sinking deeper into the couch and covering his face with his hands.
âYou have to be upfront with her, tell her outright,â George proposed, beginning to twirl his wand between his fingers.
âMaybe,â Fred mumbled.
âItâs disgusting!â Hermione shouted for the twelfth time, her tone just as disapproving as the first.
âIâm sure heâs like that with everyone,â you reassured her, âand I donât even mind it.â
âHow can you not mind it?â she said, looking at you like you were out of your mind.
âI donât know,â you twirled your fingers behind your back, âI think itâs a bit charming. Heâs not always that unseemly, usually, itâs much tamer.â
âHow often does he do that?â she asked, her tone softening a bit.
âI donât know, most times I see him, I guess,â you admitted, smiling at the thought of it.
Hermione stopped walking suddenly like she was frozen in her spot. You turned to her, and her mouth was agape.
âYou like him!â she shouted accusingly, pointing a shaky finger at you.
âHermione!â you moved towards her, pushing her finger down.
Your eyes were wide at her accusation, and you felt your face become very warm.
âYou do! You absolutely do!â she said again, her voice still too loud.
âShut up!â you hushed her, pulling her to keep walking.
âPlease tell me you donât,â she pleaded, her face twisted like a child begging their parent for candy.
âStop!â you hushed her again, wanting to forget about Fred.
âJust tell me, and Iâll drop it, swear,â she said, pulling you down an empty corridor.
âFine! I like him, just a little,â you admitted, resting your forehead on your hand and looking at the floor.
âWhy?â she asked, seemingly dumbfounded.
âI donât know! Why do you like Ron?â you retorted, and her eyes grew wide.
âI-â she started, stuttering through her words, âthatâs not even relevant right now.â
âSee? Not as simple as you thought,â you said, crossing your arms and leaning against the wall.
She did the same, standing next to you, and you both slid down the wall until you were sitting. The stone was cool against your back, and hard beneath your head.
âI suppose it makes sense,â she said finally, turning her head towards you.
âWhat?â you asked, meeting her eyes.
âWell youâre both always flirting with each other,â she said, recalling all the times she nearly gagged as Fred said something flirtatious to you.
âHe flirts with everyone,â you said, sounding defeated, âthatâs why I didnât tell you. He doesnât like me back.â
âHe doesnât flirt with me,â Hermione started, furrowing her brow, âand he doesnât look at anyone else the way he looks at you.â
Her tone of disgust changed to the tone she had when she was trying to figure something out, looking at it like it was a puzzle.
âLogically, you have to admit that he may have feelings for you. I mean, who would do all that flirting just to want a friendship?â
You rolled your eyes at Hermione. She sounded like she might be right, but she hadnât accounted for something; Love and Fred do not follow the rules of logic.
âGood morning, gorgeous,â Fred drawled, sliding into the bench next to you.
âMorning,â you said plainly.
You were a bit haunted by Hermioneâs words. You had never thought in depth about yours and Fredâs relationship. He flirted with you, so you flirted back, simple. Now, the threat of real feelings loomed behind each of your words, and the pressure was too much.
âSleep well?â he asked, leaning his shoulder into you as he scooped some eggs onto his plate.
âYeah. You?â you kept your head buried in your newspaper, reading the moving advertisements over and over.
Fred looked at you curiously. You were never this dry with him, you always had something on the tip of your tongue. He was worried he went too far yesterday, maybe he had been too obvious. Did you not reciprocate his feelings after all?
âI slept wonderfully. Dreaming about you, of course,â he continued, sounding awfully proper and dragging out the syllables.
You felt your cheeks burn beneath the newspaper, and suddenly Fredâs long fingers were pushing the paper down so he could see you. You struggled to keep it up, but the thin paper eventually crumbled and you dropped it. You looked up at him, his smile widening when he saw your blush.
âAww,â he said, moving to pinch your cheek endearingly.
He had only been able to pinch one before you swatted his hand away.
âStop it,â you said, no infliction or seriousness in your voice.
âCanât help it,â he said, balancing his cheek in his palm and staring at you.
You fought the shy smile rising on your lips and rolled your eyes at him. He was leaning closer to you, smiling. Just as he was inches away, peering into your eyes, you pulled the newspaper up to separate you two. Ron laughed evilly next to you, having watched the entire exchange.
Fred reached behind you and hit Ron upside the head. He cleared his throat awkwardly and straightened his tie, moving his attention to George who was sat across from him.
Fred caught his twinâs eyes and widened them as if to ask âdid you just see that?â. George gave him a sympathetic nod, feeling some second-hand embarrassment for his brother.
Hermione pulled you away from Harry and Ron the second you left breakfast, and you wondered why she hadnât tried out for beater with the grip she had.
âOuch! Hell of a grip, âMione!â you mumbled to her when you were out of the boyâs earshot.
âI wanted to talk to you, mind if we go the long way?â she asked, not waiting for your answer as she pulled you down a hallway with long rays of sunshine casting onto the floor.
âWhatâs up?â you said, finally being released.
âWhat was all that with Fred? It looked like he was going to kiss you for Merlinâs sake!â she waved her hands while she talked, nearly hitting your shoulder.
You ducked and widened your eyes at her evaluation of breakfast. Was Fred trying to kiss you? At 7 in the morning? That was his grand plan if he did like you?
âNo he wasnât!â you said with disbelief. It had come out more like a gasp than a protest, and Hermioneâs eyes widened at your cluelessness.
âHe was! And you put up the newspaper! It was horribly awkward, really,â Hermione rambled, ignoring your loud and embarrassed groan and the sound of your palm hitting your face.
âI thought he was just being annoying,â you mumbled, replaying the events in your mind, âI mean who kisses someone right before breakfast?â
âThis is going to be difficult,â she said, seeming to be lost in thought.
âWhat is?â
âGetting you two together, of course,â Hermione said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
George was tired of Fredâs elongated sighs and downcast lips.
âIt wasnât that bad,â he reassured his brother for the millionth time.
âIt was awful,â Fred groaned, hiding his face into the wall they were leaning against.
âShe probably didnât even realize, mate,â George said, but he knew he didnât mean it. He had very little hope for his brother.
âShe doesnât fancy me, itâs confirmed,â Fred said miserably, trying to suppress the very real sadness he was feeling.
Fred moped around for the next few days, and it was starting to affect George. Fred never wanted to go to the common room in case you were there, and they locked themselves away in their dorm most afternoons.
George had to cheer his brother up, Lee was no replacement when it came to pranks. The idea had struck him one of the many afternoons he spent looking out the window by his bed, longing for Quidditch season. He had been thinking about how amazing it would be to be out on the pitch, beating Slytherin 100-0, when he was inspired. He sat from his spot on the windowsill and told his brother all about the genius plan.
The next morning, they had gotten to the Great Hall early, as they discussed. They had cast all the charms and were waiting to watch the results. The other tables slowly began to fill up, and the genius of Georgeâs plan was that he knew Snape was calling a house meeting this morning. This meant that when all the Slytherins would come down for breakfast, everyone would already be there to watch the prank.
Even though his eyes were locked onto the Slytherin table, Fred did not miss you walking in with Ron. You and Ron usually slept late, and often missed breakfast if it werenât for Hermione. Fred watched your eyes divert his own, instead, focusing very hard on what Ron was saying. His happiness faltered for a moment, until George elbowed him, bringing his attention to the herd of Slytherins walking in.
The first people to sit on the benches were promptly launched into the air, and one of them happened to be Draco Malfoy, which really was the icing on the cake in Fredâs opinion. More and more people began bouncing on the bench like it was made of a bouncy rubber (it was) and laughs filled the hall. The bench made a comedic wobbling sound as it bent and curved to each student falling onto it. Arms flailed and eyes widened.
Dumbledoreâs icy eyes looked entertained for a moment before he waved his wand and all of the students were frozen in the air. He guided them to the ground safely and instructed them not the get back on the bench. The group of students in green ties scowled, immediately looking towards the Gryffindor table. The twins smiled and waved innocently, standing to the sound of wild applause. They couldnât help it, they were willing to take the credit if it meant detention.
And it did mean detention. Snape had walked over so fast, that Fred and George felt a gust of air as the black cloak halted in front of them.
They were charged with polishing the hundreds of cauldrons in Snapeâs room and had to take extra care to Snapeâs personal large cauldron in the front of the room.
They had been doing this for a few days, their spirits yet to be broken. They were given a brush the size of a fingernail, though, so they werenât making much progress.
Sneaking out past curfew wasnât something you and Harry did often, but tonight you found yourselves doing it quite easily. You realized, while studying with Hermione, that you had left your Potions textbook at the girl's bathroom in the dungeons. You made Harry go with you to retrieve it because you were too scared to go on your own. He offered you the invisibility cloak and you gladly accepted, moving close to him as he slid it over you and you made your way to the dungeons.
You held your breath almost the entire time, and Harry had to remind you to keep your eyes open. He nearly yelped when you stepped on his foot for the fifth time.
âSorry!â you whispered, giving him an apologetic look.
You eventually made it to the dungeons, slowly creeping down the stairs. You entered the hall and saw that the door to Snapeâs classroom was open, some light coming from it. Harry looked at you and you shrugged.
You slid from under the cloak and slipped into the bathroom. You easily found your textbook and hurried to the door. When you opened it, you figured it might be stuck, because the door wouldnât open. Harry might be playing a joke, you thought, so you chuckled and pushed harder. The door swung open, and you fell to the floor. When you got up, dusting your knees, you realized who you had knocked to the ground. Snape was a mess of black clothing, his greasy hair scattered across his face.
âProfessor! Iâm so sorry!â you began, still speaking in a hushed tone.
âI hadnât realized you were out here, I thought the door was stuck!â you continued, watching him slowly get to his feet, a look of rage slowly overcoming his features.
âWhat are you doing out past curfew?â he snarled, dusting off his robes.
You looked around, and couldnât find Harry. He must have put the invisibility cloak on. You couldnât blame him, he definitely would have gotten the worst of it from Snape. You glanced behind Snape, towards his classroom. Two redheads were peeking out from the crack in the door. It was Fred and George. You remembered they had gotten detention for their prank a few days ago. Your cheeks became a deep red, out of fear and embarrassment.
âI was trying to study sir, but then I realized I had left my textbook down here. I had to get it, I have to finish the essay you assigned,â you said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
You heard a snicker from Snapeâs classroom, undoubtedly from Fred, and Snape whirled around to face them.
âYou two! Youâre dismissed, back here tomorrow, same time,â Snape snarled, and when neither of them moved he raised his voice, âgo!â
They walked off slowly, looking over their shoulders at you. You ducked your head down, trying to hide your face.
âYou will be joining them for detention this week,â Snape snarled, peering down at you with disgust, âcleaning my cauldrons.â
You sighed, nodding your head. It was already Wednesday, so you supposed youâd only have to do it for two days.
âYes, sir,â you mumbled and rushed past him and up the stairs.
When you climbed the stairs, you put your hand over your heart, trying to slow it down. Coming to the final step, you were met with three too joyful faces.
âRotten luck,â George said.
âYeah, sorry about that,â Harry said, only his head peeking out from the cloak.
âProfessor! Iâm so sorry!â Fred finished, imitating your voice and tumbling into George as you had tumbled into Snape.
You blushed, even more, feeling your entire face get red.
âSome help you are, Harry,â you said, shoving his invisible shoulder.
He stumbled back and gave you an apologetic smile. You and Harry walked a few paces in front of the twins, arguing over whose fault the whole thing was.
Fred watched you, his hands stuffed in his pockets. He had so much he wanted to say to you, so much he wanted to finally confess, but it was stuck in his throat.
âWell, now youâre going to be stuck in a room with her,â George began, talking only so Fred could hear him, âmaybe now youâll tell her.â
Fred rolled his eyes, âYeah, and maybe the sky will be red tomorrow.â
George huffed out a breath, tired of hearing his brotherâs excuses. George was a big believer in saying how you felt, and he was sick of this little cat and mouse game you and Fred were playing.
The four of you slipped into the portrait hole, and you were upset to see it was just as crowded as when you left. Hermione and Ron were huddled over their Transfiguration homework, and she was talking animatedly to Ron about a vanishing spell she had read about.
âY/N, you look like youâve seen a ghost!â Hermione said as you settled into the couch next to her.
âJust Professor Snape,â George teased from an armchair next to her.
âYou got caught?â she said as if she was asking if they had also killed someone while they were out.
âOh yeah, Snape caught her right as she fell on top of him!â Fred called from where he stood behind George.
Harry offered no help, sitting lamely on the floor by Ronâs feet. You hid your face behind Hermione, slumping into her.
âAre you alright?â she asked, trying to lift your head from her shoulder.
âIt was so bad,â you said, cringing as you remembered it.
The twins laughed loudly, drawing the attention of anyone who was near them. Harry began to chuckle and Hermione hit his shoulder.
âWhat happened?â she asked, finally sitting you back upright
âHarry was supposed to keep watch!â you said, standing and pointing down at him accusingly.
âI was!â
âThen how did Snape end up right in front of the door?â
âHe just walked there? What was I meant to do?â
âI donât know! You could have given me a little knock so I didnât bust the door down on him!â
You and Harry yelled at each other with no real aggression, and a smile flickered on your lips when you couldnât suppress it anymore.
George jumped from his chair and pulled Fred to stand in front of everyone. George pretended to be pushing down a door, which made Fred become brooding and intimidating like Snape. He twisted his face into a scowl and hugged his arms around his waist as if he was holding shut a robe. George fell onto Fred, sending Fred to the ground. George stood, putting on an exaggerated innocent look and covering his pouting mouth with his hands.
âProfessor!â he raised his voice to the highest octave it would go, âI am so sorry!â
âDetention!â Fred screamed, copying Snapeâs signature drawl.
âYes, sir,â George screeched, putting his hands in his face and pretending to cry.
âI did not cry!â you said, laughing.
âOh, you didnât? Could have sworn we heard some crying,â George said, wrapping a brotherly arm around your shoulder.
âYou got detention?â Hermione asked, standing from her seat with a bewildered expression.
âYeah, two days with these idiots,â you said, pointing a thumb at Fred and George.
You met Fredâs eyes, and his laughter soon faded to a look of admiration. You looked away from him, blushing.
âOh, thatâs awful!â Hermione said, falling back into the couch.
You moved from Georgeâs arm and sat next to Hermione again, pulling your Potions textbook to your lap. You peaked at Hermioneâs, trying to find the right page.
Harry and Ron were still laughing, and a smile ghosted your lips.
You managed to finish your Potions essay, and upon seeing Snapeâs glare when you turned it in, you were not looking forward to detention.
You said goodbye to a disappointed Hermione, and giggling Ron and Harry, sulking down to the dungeons where you had to spend your evening.
âHere,â Snape handed you the smallest cleaning brush you had ever seen and shoved a filthy cauldron into your arms.
You sank into a stool and cradled the heavy thing in your hands, dipping the brush into a cleaning solution Snape gave you. He left the room with a sweep of his robes, and the thought of using magic to clean the cauldrons crossed your mind. You decided against it though, figuring Snape would just give you some other act of labor to do instead.
You waited for the twins to stumble in, they were already late. When they eventually showed up, according to your watch, 20 minutes late, there was only one of them. Fredâs tie hung undone around his neck, and his collar was unkempt.
âHello, love,â he said, pulling up a stool across from you and moving a cauldron between his hands as if it weighed nothing.
âHi, Fred,â you said, smiling politely at him, âwhereâs George?â
Fred sighed and put the brush to the cauldron.
âPrank backfired, heâs in the infirmary for warts,â Fred explained, gesturing to his face, where George presumably had the warts.
âYuck,â your fast twisted with disgust, but a smile was still there.
Fred chuckled at your reaction and nodded.
âSo itâs just us tonight,â Fred said, and insinuation on the tip of his tongue.
âGuess so,â you said, unbothered.
âHavenât spoken in a while,â he said, looking up at you while you kept your eyes locked on the cauldron in your lap.
âBeen busy?â you asked him, hoping he wasnât going to mention the newspaper incident.
âOh, this and that,â he said, abandoning the cauldron and resting his elbows on the table, âyou?â
âThis and that,â you replied, looking up to meet his eyes.
âIâve missed you,â he said, a smirk contrasting to the genuine tone of his words.
âThatâs sweet, Freddie,â you replied, shocking yourself with the levelness of your voice.
âFreddie?â he repeated, undeterred.
âFreddie.â
âOnly girlfriends have called me Freddie,â he said, smirking still.
You felt your face warm, âOh the long list of girlfriends youâve had? Who was there?â you paused, pretending to be in deep thought, âAngelina for a week or two?â
Fred chuckled, gazing at you.
âFuture girlfriends too,â he said simply.
It took you a second to realize what he had meant, and when you did you were sure you were bright red. Your hand brushing the cauldron stopped. You tried to think of something to say, focusing on keeping a steady voice, but all you could think of was: âShut up.â
Fred laughed, his shoulders shaking. He shook his head with something like amazement at you, grinning like a fool.
âDo you want to call me Freddie?â he said suddenly after it had been quiet for a while, his tone a little serious.
âWhat?â you squinted your eyes in confusion.
âDo you want to call me Freddie? Like a girlfriend would,â he said, and his face was stern. His eyes were locked onto yours.
âDo I want to be your girlfriend?â you repeated to him, your mouth open in shock.
âDo you?â he said, leaning over the table, closer to you.
âFred,â you said, feeling dumbstruck. You didnât know what to say, but a smile crept onto your face.
âYeah,â you said finally, and his eyes widened.
âReally?â he said, smiling like a mad man.
âReally,â you repeated, nodding.
âCool,â he said, still smiling widely and not knowing what to do with himself.
âCool?â you laughed, putting the cauldron down.
Fred stood from his stool and pounded his fist into the air, celebrating.
You laughed, covering your face in your hands.
You felt him move to stand next to you, and you lifted your head, looking up at him. He gazed down at you, still smiling.
âFreddie,â you teased, dragging out the word.
His smile turned into a crooked grin. He pulled your face up to his, cupping your cheeks.
His dazed smile didnât falter as he pressed his lips to yours, and you found it feeling quite awkward. His lips were pulled tight into a closed smile, and his eyes were wide open with glee as he kissed you. You pulled away, laughing and ducking your face into his chest. You felt his chest move with laughter, his arms snaking around you. His fingers toyed with the hem of your sweater until his long, nimble fingers ducked under it. He traced little swirls on the skin of your lower back, and you pressed your cheek against his chest.
âCall me Freddie again?â he said, and you could hear the smile on his face.
âI donât know,â you trailed, pulling your face away from him and looking at him through your eyelashes, âyou might enjoy it too much.â
He groaned teasingly, his head lulling back as he looked at the ceiling. When he met your gaze again, his smile softened into a plain face. He pulled you from your seat, stepping back an inch to give you just enough room to stand. You were still pressed against him, his arms wrapped around you.
His resting lips were much nicer to kiss, your faces met in just the right way. You thought the two of you may have melted together somehow, moving in perfect synch. One of his hands trailed up your back, tickling you ever so slightly and rested on the back of your neck. He pulled you closer there, deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue in. It grazed your bottom lip, and you felt his eyebrows furrow against your face. He breathed in deeply, his hand on your neck moving to burrow itself in your hair. He grabbed a fistful of it and pulled you back gently. You struggled to open your eyes for a moment, and when you did you saw Fred grinning at you.
You leaned in close again, this time going to his ear. âFreddie,â you whispered.
He leaned back, as if in a fit of laughter, and pulled you into a tight hug. He groaned playfully again, and you laughed at the reaction you could cause.
You slid out of his grasp and back onto the stool. He pulled up the stool next to you and sat very close. Your knees touched, and he watched you dreamily as you began to scrub the cauldron again.
âFinally!â George said as he strolled into the classroom, wart free.
âAll patched up?â you asked him, and Fred acted as if George wasnât even there, still staring at you.
âOh, yeah, easy fix,â George said, taking Fredâs previous seat across from you. He continued Fredâs cauldron, picking up the discarded brush.
âSo you two finally got together?â George asked after some time had passed, glancing up at you while you cleaned.
âWhat makes you say that?â you asked, elbowing Fred as he leaned very close to your face, like he was memorizing every detail.
âWell, I think Fred is drooling,â George said, kicking his brotherâs leg under the table.
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Date Night || Gojo Satoru
Gojo takes you out to dinner, but the flirty waitress at the restaurant really gets on your nerves, so Gojo is determined to assure you that he only has eyes for you.
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~ NSFW 18+
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"I'm glad I got to see you tonight, I've missed my princess," he leaned across the table to nuzzle his nose against yours gently, and you returned the same motion with a soft giggle.
"I've missed you too," you replied, "it's about time you made some time for me," you added.
"Well, you know, Tokyo keeps me busy," he told you with a chuckle, "but I had to take my best girl out, I know how lonely she gets without me around," he teased.
You giggled and propped your elbow up on the dinner table, balancing your chin in your hand as you held his gaze. He was smiling and shaking his head at you, mimicking your pose, only he rested both elbows on the table and cupped his face with his hands as he looked at you from across the table.
"You look beautiful in that dress by the way, but what else is new, huh?" he winked and broke eye contact for a moment to admire the dress that perfectly hugged your figure, "I'm glad you wore it."
You giggled again at that and twirled a small section of hair around your index finger, smiling down at your lap for a moment before you looked back up at him.
"I'm glad you wore that suit and tie. You should wear it more often, because you clean up pretty well," you grinned and leaned forward slightly to whisper, "by the way, you're really pretty too."
"Am I really pretty?" he joked and batted his lashes, letting his jaw hang slack with a smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth over the way you instantly cracked up laughing. He chuckled airily as he continued to look you up and down, and you had to turn away in attempt to hide the deep blossoming of your cheeks.
"Yes, you're very pretty," you said with a soft chuckle when you turned back to him.
..
"Good evening, can I get you anything?"
A young waitress made her way onto the scene before Gojo could respond to you, and she appeared to be addressing just him rather than both of you. She beamed brightly at him and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, letting out a hint of a giggle that you couldn't help but roll your eyes at.
"Some menus would be nice," he grinned up at her and she flaunted her smile right back at him, making it a mission to maintain eye contact for as long as possible and throw in a bat of the lashes here and there.
"I'll go get those for you right now," she bowed her head and smiled softly, but she didn't leave until she'd make a point of leaning towards him slightly to tell him, "by the way, that tie looks great on you, really compliments your complexion."
She was already flirting with him right in front of you whilst being so brazen about it, and it was really taking everything in you not to totally snap. You didn't want dinner to be spoiled by your temper, though, you could already feel yourself starting to lose your appetite because you were red hot with anger right now. You sat there silently and waited for her to leave, gritting your teeth and casting your gaze downward the entire time.
"Thank you very much," he thanked her before she walked away and when he turned back around to face you, he was greeted by raised brows, pursed lips and your eyes glimmering for the wrong reasons. You half-smirked at him and cleared your throat whilst picking at your nails to avoid looking up at him.
"I think she's expecting a tip from you tonight," you managed to make a joke out of it and mustered a small laugh.
He chuckled lightly and acted completely dismissive about it, waving it off as her following some sort of transcript, "It's just service with a smile, Y/N."
He insisted, but you just forced a smile on your face. You fiddled with the cutlery that rested to your side and toyed with the napkin as well, offering yourself a distraction rather than look up at him for the moment.
"Yeah, too many smiles in your direction, though, if you ask me," you sassed, and he laughed loudly at that.
"Babe, something the matter?" he raised an eyebrow curiously, an amused grin on his face. Before you had the time to open your mouth and retort, she soon returned with the menus.
She carelessly laid yours down in front of you while she actually handed Gojo his, making sure to brush her hand over his as she did so. You glared at her but your look went missed, and you were doing a pretty good job of keeping your mouth shut so far, no matter how badly you wanted to tell this girl to back off.
She started babbling on about something that he should try on the menu, ensuring to flash him her smile and bat her lashes some more. She was giggling like he had told the funniest joke, and you were clutching onto a fork tightly with a hand, thinking about digging it deep into her neck. Gojo was a bad influence on you. She brought her hand closer to his so she could flip through the pages and show him exactly what she was describing. You cleared your throat and decided to speak up, because this girl was getting on your last nerve.
"Could you give us a few moments to decide what we're having? Thank you," you gave her possibly the most painfully forced smile you could muster, somehow managing to keep a level head when she withdrew her hand and acknowledged you for the first time since she'd stop at your table. She simply nodded and smiled meekly before walking away, and Gojoâs bright blue eyes shot towards you to give you a look that was nothing short of sheer surprise at how sharp you'd been in your manner of speech.
"Did I miss something?" he cracked up laughing, "My little kitten's got a sharp set of claws, eh?" he remarked before his laughter starting to die down. "I thought she was a rather nice lady," he said with another chuckle.
He scanned over the menu to find a dish that stood out to him. You squinted at him and leaned into him, lightly bringing the menu down to have him look you in the eyes instead.
"Really, Satoru? I wouldn't class the light touches on the hand, the needless giggling and overall acting like a fucking schoolgirl with a crush as just 'being nice'," you snapped slightly, "she's flirting with you, a lot, and I'm sick of it."
"Oh, I see where this is going," he said with a knowing smirk that stretched its way across his lips a few seconds later. You noticed this and your hand targeted your menu in an instant as some form of shield to hide behind to avoid the stares he was giving you, and he lowered your menu down just like you had done to him.
"I think somebody's jealous when she really doesn't need to be," he sang and kept his eyes trained on your face. "So what if she's flirting a little bit? I'm not interested in the slightest," he told you, and you heaved a sigh before he continued, "you have nothing to worry about, my sweet," he said with a smirk, amused with your envy.
"Seriously? You mean that?" you asked, nibbling on your lower lip.
"Course I do," he said, "she could be on her knees begging for my cock and I would say no if that'd make you feel better about it," he finished, and you laughed at that.
"I'm not even feeling that hungry anymore," you said, "she's just so irritating," you huffed, and he looked at you like he was thinking of something until his brain hatched an idea.
"Forget about dinner, I know what will cheer you up, c'mon," he stretched his arm out for you to grab his hand, and you quickly took it in yours. He walked with you until you both reached the closest bathroom - the women's room.
"Um, Satoru, I don't think you're supposed to be in here," you quipped with a short giggle.
"Oh trust me, I am," he cooed. Once the door was closed, he lifted you up by your thighs and pinned you to the wall, his lips attacking your neck in little bites and harsh kisses, not caring about the purple marks he left in his wake.
"Satoru," you gasped his name out, much to his delight.
You let out a soft moan of approval through your own lips as you lifted your hips up in absolute desperation, wanting more of him, and wanting it now.
"I only have eyes for you, Y/N, you and only you," he told you as he continued to cover your neck in wet kisses, and you couldn't help lean your head back to give him easier access. Realizing that you both were still out in the open, he carried you into the bathroom stall, pressing you up against the nearest and sturdiest wall.
He tugged his pants down from his hips and quickly pushed his boxers down to his knees, just far enough to allow his thick and fully hard member to spring up. He nearly ripped your panties down your thighs and threw them to the floor, holding you up with one hand and using the other to glide up your thigh, one finger slipping up your wet folds. He grinned knowingly before he leaned in to growl in your ear, "Look at how wet for me you already are," he hummed, "mm, how bad do you want me?"
Just the slightest touch drove you absolutely wild, and you seemed to forget everything that took place before he brought you in this stall. You keened in the back of your throat and rocked your hips down against his finger, moaning out, "Fuck me, Satoru. I need you so bad. Please!" you cried.
"Well when you say it like that, I don't see how I could say no," he cooed. He grasped his member firmly until he was lined up to your entrance, exhaling loudly as he crouched down to push in. He took his time entering your body at first, watching the pleasure overcome your features. Once you had adjusted to his girth, he set a rough pace, taking you quickly in broad deep strokes that jarred your body and caused your head to slam back into the wall as you surrendered yourself to his movements, hips grinding forward in an attempt to keep tempo. He doesn't waste time going slow, knowing you both needed relief fast.
Grasping his shoulders tightly, you moaned, the volume increasing with each thrust until you were sure you would both get caught.
"That's it, let the whole goddamn restaurant know who's fucking you," he managed to say between his own moans and grunts. "You're doing so good, baby, so good," he praised.
You answered with an even louder moan, shoving your hips forward in a demand for him to go faster, grinding your clit against his pelvis whenever you could.
"Your cunt feels so fucking perfect, squeezing me like this, fuck," he ground out.
He obliged your command, snapping his hips into yours relentlessly, the sounds spilling from your lips urging him on.
"You look so good baby, you always do," he uttered through a pant, "you fucking drive me crazy." He quickly added, "Do you know how beautiful you look when you're all stretched out on my cock?"
One hand gripped onto your hair and he tugged backwards just enough to show you dominance as he pounded into you with no mercy, the sounds of your high pitched moans bouncing off the walls, mixed with his deep grunts and the sound of hot skin slapping against skin.
"Look at you, you're always so fucking pretty, so fucking perfect like this," he told you. His hips moved in the most sinful way, filling you up just perfectly, and he seemed to find that special spot inside you so skillfully, making you cry out in ecstasy.
"You like that, baby? You like how good I make you feel? Good girl, moaning for me and showing the entire diner who's gonna make you come," he hissed into your ear as his thrusts became more erratic, slamming into you again and again as he kept his wild pace up.
"Mmmm!" you hummed. You threw your head back and arched your torso sharply, screaming out in pleasure when your body started to quake with the sensation of your orgasm barreling towards you. His fingers left little purple prints on your hips at how tight he was squeezing your hips, knowing you were both close to your climax.
"Show me how much you like it, come for me," he rasped.
He maintained the angle of his thrusts, continually hitting a sensitive spot within your body until you were convulsing in his arms, orgasm rocking you to the very core. He wasn't far behind, taken over the edge by the tight clenching or your walls around his member.
Exhaling loudly, he relaxed his body against yours as you both came down from your peaks. The wall was the only thing keeping you both up as you wilt, exhausted from your spontaneous lovemaking. Finding the energy to pull back, he kissed you gently, running his fingers through your hair to fix the disrupted locks. You smiled into the kiss, body buzzing from your orgasm and heart glowing at his gestures.
You both cleaned up as best as you could in the stall, he helped adjust the skirt of your dress before moving to fix his own disarrayed hair.
"You had no reason to be jealous, Y/N, like I said I only have eyes for your pretty little face," he nuzzled his nose against yours, and you did the same in return, laughing with each other.
"Thank you, Satoru," you said with a soft giggle when you stepped out of the bathroom stall with him.
"Anything for you, babe," he told you as he intertwined his fingers with yours, walking out with you, "now let's go eat," he started, "we can even put on a little show for her under the table so she knows not to mess with you," he suggested with a loud laugh.
"I like the sound of that," you replied with a broad smirk on your face. That wasn't a bad idea.
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Funhouse
Sero x Reader
You and Sero havinâ a little fun at the Summer fair.
Warnings: semi-public wall sex, cunnilingus, fluff?
A/N: Iâm mourning the loss of Summer and all the fun things that go along with it. I think I really miss the fair and love Hanta Sero, so...hereâs smth. (18+)
The determined look on your face is heart-wrenching. With your brows drawn down, and the subtle hint of tongue peeking out of your lips as you aim your water gun at the target, itâs no surprise that Sero canât concentrate on the task at hand. Heâs already won so many other fair gamesâhe has you, the loser, toting around that giant teddy bear (the one he plans on letting you keep) to prove itâso he thinks he might let you best him. Just this once.
When the bell goes off, crowning you as the gameâs victor, you squeal and cheer, bouncing into Seroâs waiting embrace. This game is easy enough, so the prizes arenât that big, but youâre ecstatic when you get to choose one for yourself: a little leather choker with a mock-silver flower pendant.
âThatâll look cute on you,â Sero is quick to say. Heâs been taking any opportunity to compliment youâso long as itâs not creepyâto make it so his intentions are clear; although, heâs not too sure youâve picked up on any of his hints. Yet. He doesnât want to be too obvious or pushy, either, even if there is a carnal monster deep inside of him that demands he acts differently. If you donât vibe with him in the way he really wants you to, heâd still like to keep you as a good friend, even if it burns him, and leaves that monster starving.
âOn me?â You laugh. âDefinitely! But I wanna know how itâll look on you!â
You turn to face him, grinning mischievously, choker-necklace weapon in hand. You bite your lip and look at him expectedly. He rolls his eyes and yields, dipping down so you can reach him. You thrust the bear into his hands so you can do your worst. Â
âItâs only fair,â he says as you wrap the choker around his neck. He hears when you clasp it at his nape, and fights the goosebumps that try to run down his arms. âYouâre carrying my prize, after all.â
Even though you have the necklace clasped, your touch lingers, as if youâre pretending to struggle to get it on. Gentle fingers brush against his sensitive skin and Sero wonders if itâs intentionalâif you know that your touch scorches him, and whether you know that youâre torturing him or not. As much fun as heâs having with you, you've got him wrapped around your little finger. Heâs smittenâcaptivated and enslaved by that devilish glint in your eyes when you say you want to play another gameâwhen you tell him heâs going down, and even though you havenât beat him until now, your good mood never falters. You skip around in your summer dress, laughing about clowns or rides or lights, and Seroâs world ends where you begin.
Heâd originally thought that taking you to the fair couldâve been a simple friend-dateâit wouldnât be any different if heâd invited Kirishima or Kaminari, but deep down he knows that had been a foolish gamble. Neither Denki nor Ei make his heart skip like you do. Now that the two of you are alone, he canât ignore the spell youâve got him under. Heâs been wrong before, but this proves to be a monumental screw up.
Your bright smile lights up Seroâs world when you give him an approving look, proud of your work. The choker is snug around his neck, and you loop a finger around it, giving it a tug to test its durability.
âPretty,â you say wryly, a charming tilt to your smile.
âI prefer devilishly handsome, but Iâll accept pretty.â
âOho, somebodyâs full of themselves.â You laugh and push on his chest, stepping away from him. âLet me make room for your giant ego.â
âHey, now, Iâve earned my giant ego, thank you very much!â Sero pushes the bear back into your hands and tugs on its ears. âThis just proves I rule this fair, and youâre nothing more than a serf in the kingdom of Hanta Sero.â
You grab his hand, lift it up, and twirl yourself underneath him, giant bear dancing with you. âWell, Iâve got spirit. And plenty more games Iâm sure I can beat you at.â
âOhoho spirit? Thatâs just what losers say to make themselves feel better.â
âLosers?!â You bark out, smile widening. âYou sound like Bakugou!â
Seroâs mouth falls open, showing mock-indignity. âYou wound me!â
âThatâs just what happens when your ego inflates! A simple prick of a needle and-â You and make a motion with your hands, miming a balloon, then blow a raspberry as you drive an imaginary needle through it. Sero blows a raspberry right back, and you use the opportunity to shove the bear in his face.
Hands free, you dance around him in search of another game you might be able to beat him at. The two of you have already gone on all the best rides, shared a funnel cake, and have blown through plenty of cash competing with each other, but itâs obvious that youâre not satisfied yet.
You eye the funhouse, and look at Sero conspiratorially. Usually that place is reserved for younger fair patrons, but now that the sun is down, and most kids have tired out due to their sugar highs, the funhouse is left ignored.
Thereâs that familiar glint in your eyes, and Sero knows youâre scheming something.
âWhat are you thinking?â Sero asks, walking towards you. He tries pushing the bear back into your arms, but youâre quick to dodge him, ducking closer to the funhouse.
âWell,â you say, roguish. Sero steps closer to you, and you bounce away, intent on leaving the bear in his arms. âIâm willing to admit that you rule the fair, if-â you step up on the funhouse stairs, hands on the railings, blocking the path. You swing down, leveling your face with Seroâs. Your breath is cool and tauntingly sweet. He wants to taste it. He wants to taste you.
âIf?â Sero prompts, swallowing thickly. He watches you lick some residual sugar off your lips, and the need to assist you with that is overbearing.
âIf you can catch me in under two minutes.â You swing away, always so close, yet unobtainable. For a moment your dress flutters up, and he catches a glimpse of your blue, cotton panties. He felt bad when he saw them earlier while you climbed out of a ride, but now he kinda thinks you want him to see them. The organ inside Seroâs chest thuds at the challenge, and his carnal monster roars in agreement.
âIâll only need a minute,â he whispers as you lean forward again, eyes darkened with allure. Thereâs no way you donât know youâre teasing him now. The look on your face is borderline devious.
âYouâll have to do it with the bear, in under a minute, then. If you canât catch me before the time is up, you have to carry him for the rest of the night.â
âAnd when I do catch you in under a minute?â Sero asks, fully aware that heâs being overconfident. It only makes sense, since heâs gotta throw his giant ego around tonight.
âYouâll earn my utmost respectâmaybe a prize, too, if the ruler of the fair knows how to ask for it.â The grin you offer him is potentâa blow that taunts the urge to wrap his arms around you and steal the dare away from your lips. âIâll even call you King Sero, or my liegeâwhatever gets your blood pumpinâ.â
âWhat kinda prize?â Sero rasps, as you toy with the choker around his neck. You pull on it, yanking him closer. He can smell your shampoo while your lips press against the shell of his ear. Itâs as if youâre going to whisper a secret, but instead, you move to kiss his cheek.
âItâs a secret,â you whisper-laugh, once again leaning away and backing up the stairs. Again, he catches your dress swaying up, and he knows he needs to catch you. âGimme a ten second head start.â
Cheeks burning, Sero takes a step up the stairs. âNo way.â
âFive seconds!â You call, giddily rushing through the first part of the funhouse. You disappear through a thrum of inflatable clowns, and Seroâs chest aches with the partial promise of your secret prize.
âNo way!â He yells, taking off after you. Heâs immediately bombarded with bright colors of yellows, reds, and purplesâclowns hitting him in the face, and your answering giggles. He uses the giant bear as a sort of shield to push through the plastic crowd, only to find himself in a new room, full of dozens of you, and dozens of him.
Sero bonks his head on a mirror and sees about ten of you, clutching your stomach in delight while he tries to make it through the maze. You tease him with a song, matching the tune of the carnival music echoing through the funhouse, and he follows the sound of your pretty voice, extending his hands out to make sure not to hit his head again. He knows heâs almost out when all of your reflections disappear, along with your song.
The next room is just a long hall with a trampoline. Youâre nowhere to be seen, so Sero doesnât even spare a second to jump around like he normally would. He charges forward, only to hear you laughing from somewhere behind him. He turns to see a little divot in the wallâa room he wouldnât be able to see from from the angle he first entered. Through the hidden doorway, Sero finds himself in a room lit up with pink and red lights. The carnival music is louder here than any other place due to the speaker drilled into the wall. The room is empty, besides the pair of blue cotton panties on the floor, and you with your back and hands pressed against the farthest wall.
âYou found mee,â you sing with a flirty lilt in your voice. Thereâs a strain in Seroâs jeans from knowing that youâre standing there, stark underneath that summer dress, waiting for him.
Sero drops the bear and walks towards you. âIn under a minute?â
You bite your lip and shake your head. âI was hoping youâd be counting, big guy.â
âI wasâdefinitely.â Sero experimentally presses both of his hands into your sides. You hum and shift your hips so your pelvic bone presses against the bulge in his pants. Longing lodges in Seroâs throat while your arms move around his neck.
âSo did you win?â
Seroâs laugh is forced through his tight windpipes. Youâre playing with the hairs in the back of his head, practically begging him to kiss you. He knows youâre waiting for him to make a move, but if heâs being honestâ
âWell, yâknow, I hit my head on a glass pane, and had to start overââ
âPffft! Youâre such a dork!â You move your hands to his chest. He catches them, and slides them behind you, against the wall. Your breath catches when he drops his head down to yours.
âYou like it,â he whispers as he grazes his nose against yours, right before your lips touch. His hovers over yours for only a momentâa couple seconds to really feel your anticipation, until heâs on you, and everything is right.
Your kiss is soft and tastes like funnel cakeâpotent and addictive. He slides his hands back down to your neck and cups your jaw, pulling you into a deeper kiss. His tongue pushes between your two soft pillows, tasting you, savoring your heady flavor. As satisfying as it is to finally kiss you, he knows itâs not enough. He pulls away only to trail more kisses down the hollow of your neck. âWhat was my prize again?â
Your answering laugh is breathy, as if youâre not expecting it. You clasp on to Seroâs shirt while he runs a hand up your thigh, lifting your dress. His kisses travel lower and lower, from your chest, to your stomach, until heâs on his knees, hands on your pert ass, and the light material of your dress shrouds him. This way, he can see your beautiful body, from the curve of your breasts, to the soft tuft of hair at your pubic bone. He tongue toys with your entrance, enjoying the little shudder you give him right before he sucks on your clit.
âOhh,â you sigh, lifting your leg over his shoulder. âI thought you were supposed to get a prize.â
âMhmm,â he groans into you, noting the way your body shakes with the vibration of his voice. He gives your sensitive flesh little kitten licks, while he slides two digits into your rousing heat. You moan, loud enough to be heard over the music, and Sero loves it. He wants to hear more of itâto know just how good he can make you feel.
While he traces circles around your clit, his fingers curl inside of you, pushing against the soft pads of your inner walls, coaxing out your pleasure. When your back arches, he props you up so now both of your legs are around his shoulders, and heâs holding you up with his own strength, and the supporting wall. He moans whenever you do, knowing when heâs got you, and wanting to enhance all the sensations heâs making you feel.
He picks up the pace, lapping at you until your voice breaks and you contract over his fingers. The sounds you make are far too pretty to end so soon, so even when he knows youâre at your peak, he doesnât stop until youâre panting obscenities, and your legs quiver around him.
When youâre finally done twitching, Sero eases your legs off of his shoulders, only to have you stumble and fall back. Before you can catch yourself on the wall, Sero wraps an arm around your waist, catching you against his body.
âMy god, Sero.â You breathe, kneading your fingers into his shirt. You pull on it, peeking at his deep v-line, and bite your lip.
He smirks in I-know-you-want-me.
âSo, about my prize?â Sero prompts with a raise of a brow, the carnal monsterâs tail wagging. âThought you were gonna call my my liege or somethinâ.â
âOh? Is that all you want?â You begin undoing his belt-buckle, caging him in with a seductive stare. Zippers drop and you treacherous fingers move into his jeans, cupping him through his boxers like you already own it. In a way, you doâSeroâs been a fucking simp for you since day oneâbut you donât have to know that. Not when the ball is in his court. âI thought youâd like something a little more than that, but-â
With the power of all the gods that have cursed Seroâs name, you remove your hand from his pants. Thereâs a pounding ache, both in his chest, and his seriously angry erection, and he no longer thinks and just does. Rather, that carnal monster completely takes over. Heâs grabbing youâanywhere he can get his hands on. He trips over himself trying to get more of youâhe needs to grab your curves, he needs to know what makes you gasp, he needs to feel you everywhere. Youâre pushed back up against the wall, legs up, beautifully wet core exposed. He loses his pants, and you, sweet, hot, and slick, are sliding onto his cock.
âOhhhh, fuck,â Sero murmurs at the same time your mouth falls open, taking in his length.your legs curl around his hips and he can tell by your warbling pleas that heâs stretching you. That only goads him into pulling out and slamming back into you.
You yip, head thrown back in surprised bliss and Sero has to curse again, because shit, he always thought that youâd feel good, but he never anticipated how well youâd hug him. Itâs like youâre made for him, and he genuinely has to stop himself from saying something dumb like thank you, and instead continue his thrusting.
âGod, Sero, y-youâre-â Youâre panting, brows furrowed, clinging onto him for dear life as he grooves against you with a delightfully hip-tingling pace- âs-so deep!â
âTell me it feels good, baby,â Sero grunts through his teeth. âTell me you like this cock.â
âYessssero, you feel s-soâaaahhh-â Youâre cut off when Sero assaults your neck, licking your soft skin, before sinking his teeth into you. You mewl, and he feels you tighten around his dick. He groans, low and animalistic, sucking on you harshly, knowing heâll leave a mark, and reveling in the fact that itâll look so pretty on you. âYou look so hot with that stupid fucking choker. I-! God, Iâve been wanting to do this all night!â
âHah!â He canât help but laugh. Even when heâs so far gone, and you feel like that, wrapped around his cock, snug and intoxicating, youâre still so fucking cute. Not just hotâyouâre such a dork, itâs no wonder you make him crazy. He meaningfully wraps an arm around your waist to draw you in closer, chuckling against your skin, thinking about all the cute shit youâve done today.
âHhharder.â Your voice is laced with need while you knot a fist in Seroâs hair, snapping him back into this fantastic fucking moment. Heâs not sure if you want him to bite you harder or fuck you harder, but he sure as well is gonna find out. âPlease, Sero! More! More!â
He grunts and slaps his palms to each of your ass cheeks, gripping desperately as he pulls you deeper onto him, fucking you faster. Youâre practically bouncing on his dick by the time he finds a nice, albeit furious, rhythm, wailing in ecstasy. Youâre hissing the word, âyes,â over and over, and he can feel himself start to lose control.
He lets one of your legs touch the ground, so he has a free hand to rub at your swollen clit. His tongue finds yours, and your moans mute out by his sloppy, eager kiss. His fingers draw quick circles around you, while he slows his pace, feeling for that peak.
âYou gonna come for me, babe?â Sero seethes against your lips. âSqueeze my cock with your hot little cunt? Thatâs all I really want for my prize, yâknow. Think you can do that for me?â
âJust a little more.â You breath shakes as your nails dig into his arms. âDonât stop fucking me, Sero. I need you.â
Sero grinds his hips into yours, his tip pushing up against that sweet, velvety cushion inside of you. âLike this, hon?â
âY-yeah, that-! Just like that! Iâm-!â He feels it then. You surge, pussy spasming  around him. You make a sort of long whimpering sound and melt into him, clutching the lapels of his shirt, and pulling him into a kiss. He finds himself quickly growing addicted to the taste of your lips, and it distracts him from his own oncoming orgasm. Itâs too late for him to pull out, so he chokes on a groan, and let's go. He spills himself into you, coating your fluttering walls with white, hot seed.
âOh, fuck.â He laughs breathlessly. He holds you still, but he can already feel himself spilling out of you. âThat wasnât supposed to happen.â
âNo?!â You ask, half-incredulous, half-amused.
Heâs happy to see youâre in good spirits, but when you moan a tiny bit when he pulls out, his half-erect dick does a little jerk. Inwardly, Sero scolds that carnal monster, and quickly uses your briefs to clean up the mess. He peeks at you apologetically, then pockets your soiled panties.
âThatâs kinda pervy,â you say, coy, but your smile is as bright as ever.
âI mean, if you wanna carry around cum-covered underwear, be my guest.â He moves to grab them again, but instead, you lace your fingers with his.
âNo, no! You did good!â
Sero lifts a brow. âJust good?â That carnal monster huffs. âIf youâd like to go again, just be to sure-â
âNo, that was something else!â You chuckle, grin widening. âLike, wow. We shouldâve started doing that months ago. Who knew all I had to do to get you to fuck me was drop my panties to the floor?â
Sero snickers. âIf I knew you wanted me to fuck you, you could waggle a finger at me, and Iâd come a-running.â
âThat so?â You let go of his hand, and bounce back to the roomâs entrance. You cast a look over a shoulder at him, do a little beckoning motion with your finger, and disappear.
The carnal monster barks at his feet to get a move on. Sero makes a mental note to bring you to the fair every chance he gets. He takes off, chasing you through the funhouse, following the sound of your beautiful laughter.
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Our little corner of the garden.Â
based on a request miss Puppy submitted that i was so in love with, i changed it a bit but its mostly of the request lolÂ
the request: Imagine y/n is being forced into an arranged married to better her fathers company but obviously she hates the idea but she loves her dad so she agrees. Oikawa on the other hand refuses to let the love of his life go so with the help of Iwa Oikawa got a suit and crash y/nâs wedding. It was right before the bride had to walk. Y/N standing in her bridal suite wearing her beautiful and expensive wedding dress trying not to pass out when Oikawa walked in âwow, donât you look gorgeousâ âTooru!? What are you doing here!?â Oikawa explains how much he loves her and he can take care of her and she can live her life free of unfair responsibilities. Oikawa asks y/n to run away with him to Argentina to marry him. Y/n ends up agreeing and they run out of the chapel giggling hand in hand while a cheering Iwa is in the drivers seat of the love birds getaway car and yes please I thought that would be so cute đĽşđĽşđĽş-â¨Puppyđ¤Šďżź
relationship: Oikawa Tooru x reader, slight Atsumu x reader, and iwaizumi hajime is mentioned <3
genre: angst with a happy endingÂ
synopsis: the moment he had lead you into the small corner of the garden your heart was his.Â
words: 2.4kÂ
notes:i turned it into a royal AU because it adds more flare. i shed more than a few tears while writing this and it has to be my favorite thing Iâve ever published. and that's saying a lot. i hope you enjoy it as much as i do <3
also may or may not be influenced by speak now by taylor swift
Since you could remember there have been two constants in your life.
The first was a bubbly bright-eyed boy Oikawa Tooru.
You had both met on the eve of your seventh birthday, a day you dreaded. Your mother used any and all family events to invite every prominent family in the kingdom for a night of celebration. A night you couldn't participate in due to your age; an answer to a question that you hated to hear.
In your six-year-old mind, the best way to handle your anger was to run to the garden and hide for as long as you could humanly manage. You flung the most desolate corner and squatted right down, head between your knees.
You sat there for what felt like hours until a small pat on your back had you reeling your head to look at who dared to interrupt your pity-party. No one should know where you went and if they did they should know better than to touch you.
But turning and seeing the warmest brown eyes in the world was not what you had expected. The setting sun behind his tufts of chocolate brown hair made him look like he had a halo. Maybe your nights of prayer had worked, god had sent you an angel.
âNow Missy princess, I ainât a professional but sittinâ like that can't be nice. âCmon up missy girl!â
You aren't sure if you believed his words or if you were so mesmerized by him that you locked hands and let him pull you up revealing the two-inch difference in your height. A difference that he didn't let go of for the rest of the night.
He brought you to a small crevice in the high-leaved walls of your family's garden, settling you down he told you his name: Oikawa Tooru and that he lived in the servants quarters with his mother.
Along with that, you learned of his interest in catching a real-life alien, by the time the sun had fully settled you could hear your name called from the pathway Oikawa had led you down hours before, they had found you, it was time to go.
Oikawa led you back down the track making you promise to come back the next day to form a plan that no alien could avoid. And so every afternoon into the evening at dinner was spent telling stories and making contraptions that you were sure no alien could averse to.
You couldn't count how many times your childhood rebellion had got you in trouble with your more than disappointed parents. Not even their cliche speeches about being of a high standard and not meddling with peasants were able to deter you from seeing him.
One thing was for certain: Oikawa Tooru became your first friend.
The second constant was the fact you would never be able to have your own future.
You learned this at five years old when your mother began to groom you into the perfect bride she expected you to be. Managing to convince you to finally start taking lessons at age 15 by mentioning how late everything already was.
You liked to pretend the etiquette lessons are just because your mother wanted you to act like a lady. But the back of your mind always reminded you it was because she wanted you to be a great wife. She didn't care if you could hold a teacup properly, she cared if anyone else noticed.
You used your speech classes to strengthen your voice for when Oikawa asked you to sing for him when he wanted to sleep. Not because you needed to make speeches when you are crowned queen. It didn't matter that you were a complimented orator, you cared that in his daily letter to you he complimented how soft your voice was as it lulled him to sleep. Â
Your favorite was the dance lessons, the same ones where you would run to see Tooru in your secluded corner of the garden and teach him everything you learned. You'd spend hours telling him the âproperâ way to place his foot as he laughs at you about how up-tight you sound. Of course, he always listens, continuing to twirl you around with the utmost pristine.
These dances made you think about the ever-growing difference in height the two of you shared, no longer were you two inches taller than the brown-haired boy. Now the small boy you once knew towered over you, and he constantly reminded you of it.
âAw! y/n you look so tiny from here!â he laughed as he held you from the waist and led you in a waltz that he was making up as the music went on. Emphasizing his point by placing a palm on your head ruffling your hair and once again laughing as your cheeks puffed out.
His voice was no longer high-pitched and no longer cracked when he whined about how annoying your mother was being. His deep voice lingered in your mind as you laid away in your bed after he dropped you off hours before, like a whisper in the night.
Nothing else had changed about him, his eyes were still the warmest and lightest you've ever seen and his hair was still just as soft as it looked. He still smiled like the world was at his feet and he still conspired with you about the aliens that WERE coming.
He was still your Tooru. Your Toru had grown so he could tilt your chin to look him in the eye. Your Tooruthat teased you by whispering improper things during gatherings, the same whispers that send chills down your spine. Your Tooru, whose hands grab your waist and leave ghostly touches on you for weeks, the same hands that envelop you and drag you to the gardens.
Your Tooru that youâve been in love with since you met in the evening in your garden. The same love you would never indulge.
A love that you have been preparing to lose yet at the same time you would never release. Â
At 17 you had received the news you had blocked out of your life: your parents had found you a suitable husband. You were sure he was wonderful, but the idea repulsed you.
And it seemed to repulse Tooru even more. He had gone silent the second you came to him teary-eyed, spouting about how you would never be free again. For hours he held your shaking form telling you he would make sure you were happy no matter what.
Beginning the next day Oikawa tried to spend every waking moment by your side, running through the halls, late-night cooking when neither of you could sleep, and even taking your parent's crowns and pretending you were dancing at both of your coronations.
Weeks upon weeks you spent basking in each other's company doing everything to ignore the impending doom you rapidly approached. And finally, your sphere of bliss with Tooru was broken when your first meeting with your future husband was announced.
Atsumu Miya was wonderful. He was handsome and funny, knew how to converse, and your parents seemed to thoroughly enjoy his presence. And he was extremely nice to you, making you feel as if youâd known him your whole life.
But one thing had you entirely consumed the whole visit: Atsumu Miya was not Oikawa Tooru. Not in the slightest.
How was it possible they had the same brown eyes but Tooruâs were so much brighter and they looked at you like you were the entire world. How is it that Atsumu looked at you like everyone else? he didn't make you feel special.
Atsumuâs hair was not the soft brown you were accustomed to, his hair was colored an ugly yellow that you couldn't tell if your opinion was biased or you were beginning to hate the color.
Atsumuâs smile was not the warm, sweet tilt of Tooruâs lips, instead, it was a tight, flirty smirk that unsettled you to the core. Atsumu didn't have the cute tilt of Tooruâs eyes when he smiled.
He was simply not Tooru. And that would simply not do.
Somewhere in your mind, you knew that no one could replace Tooru. You were all his no matter who you were set to marry.
And that fact didn't help when he volunteered to help choose flowers. It was hard to swallow when he chose napkins and helped with the centerpieces. You wanted to scream when he asked if he could cake taste with you. You wanted to run and never come back when he sat and watched you try on the hand-tailored dress for your big day. Â
You held on to the delusion that you and Tooru were planning your own wedding, not you and another man who would never hold a place in your heart. That you and he were baking a cake that you and he would cut the next day, then go to a beautiful island and live in domestic bliss for the rest of your natural lives, maybe to meet in the next.
The hardest to swallow was the visit to the corner of the garden the night before you give up your freedom. How he pulled you into his embrace asking if the two of you could practice your first dance with Atsumu, âjust to practiceâ he reminds.
âI can't believe you're getting marriedâ he mused while rearranging his hands to the middle of your waist. Rocking you back and forth as you hugged your arms around his back. âDo you remember the first time we came to this spot? You were pouting about your birthday, and me, the amazing Oikawa Tooru, was the only one who could help you.â
He kept you tucked into his chest as he continued to list all of the most important memories the two of you shared in your corner of the garden.
âThis really is our corner Tooru.â
âYeahâŚ. It really is, do you mind if I add another memory to our corner?â
He kissed you right there, holding on to whatever he could of your love.
Oikawa Tooru was not a prince.
That fact haunted him since that eve of your seventh birthday. He was the son of a barmaid who gained work doing labor in the castle for food and a place to stay. Not someone whom the crowned princess should associate with.
And the head knight in training thought exactly that, Iwaizumi Hajime was his closest confidant since coming to the country of Aoba, his best friend. And also the grounder of all of Tooruâs ridiculous rambling about spending the rest of his life catching aliens with you.
Oikawa has to give it to him, Iwaizumi did a good job making sure he didnât do anything too stupid. Unfortunately, he couldn't talk him out of meeting you one last time before heâd probably never see you again.
He held you in his arms one last time, telling you all of his favorite memories he held so dearly, back when you had all the time in the world. Back when the two of you were invincible.
Back to when he wished he just grabbed you and told you everything you made him feel, all the times he just wanted to scream how much he loved you.
He wasn't a prince in the eyes of everyone else, but he didn't need to be when he had you.
Oikawa Tooru was not a prince, but when had that mattered to him anyway?
Before you could fully wake, you were being pulled in a thousand different directions for last-minute dress fittings and checking the venue a final time before being whisked away for someone to do your hair.
You didn't even realize what was happening until you were being once more uprooted and told to wait in a small fitting room. For what felt like hours you waited, thinking about what your new, presumably miserable, life would be like.
The two women helping you in your dress were far more excited than you were, a lump had formed in your throat and if they didn't leave you alone and stop talking about your soon-to-be husband, you were going to be sick.
You looked beautiful, whoever did your hair and makeup did wonderfully. You looked like a bride. Maybe you could get through this if you closed your eyes and pretend it was Tooru and not the blonde who was getting ready across the hall somewhere.
You were given your bouquet and a long veil was placed on your head, it was finally time. No more dancing in the garden or making traps for the pesky aliens. No more Oikawa Tooru.
Somewhere in your thoughts, you missed when the door opened and a hand was placed on your back.
Turning over your shoulder to see the same brown eyes that you have for the past eleven years and the same soft brown hair you've braided and run your hands through. It wasn't the sun but the light in the room as you looked up at him made it look like he had a halo. God really had sent you an angel.
âNow missy, I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be happy on your wedding day.â
You couldn't think of anything but the way he was smiling at you, the same smile he had while leading you down the path all those years ago. The same one who was leading you out of the room to a side exit door,
âAnd I've been doing some thinking, I can't just let the woman I love go and marry someone else just like that. Especially not to come half-ass wanna be casanova!â
He was lifting the veil off your face, wiping away the flood of tears coming down your cheeks as you brought your hand up to help him with his.
âSo, princess y/n l/n, would you follow me to make some more memories?â
âOh, I'd follow you to the ends of the earth Prince Oikawa Tooru.â
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Hii, was wondering if I could request you belong with me with oliver wood? Thank u :)
PROMPT: based on you belong with me by taylor swift (an installment of my taylor swift x harry potter series. to read more about it, click here) Y/N is in love with her friend with benefits, oliver wood.Â
WARNINGS: light smut
WC: 1.8K+
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you belong with me (o.w one shot)
âAlways a pleasure, Y/L/N,â Oliver quipped, putting on his shirt as he shot you a flirty smile.Â
You giggled under his stare, slipping on his discarded jumper to cover yourself. You inhaled his scent, feeling yourself fall deeper for the boy in front of you. âI can say the same about you, Wood.âÂ
He cocked an eyebrow, motioning over to the article of clothing you decide to drape over your body. âI take it that youâll be adding this to the collection you have?âÂ
âCourse,â you hummed, staring at him as he began to get ready to leave, as usual. âNeed to have something to remember you by.â
Oliver cheekily snuck over next to you, pressing his lips against your neck, making you moan out. You pulled his neck back, connecting your lips together, making him groan. You pushed him down to the bed, straddling his thighs, your body bare from the waist down. He pushed you down onto his body, deepening the kiss. You pulled back, now peppering kisses down his exposed skin.Â
He massaged the skin of your thighs, licking his lips, âAnd the marks I left on your body isnât enough of a reminder?âÂ
âThey are,â you murmured, sucking softly on his collarbone. He took in a breath, feeling himself growing hard under your rolling hips. âBut it makes it easier to think about you when I touch myself when I can smell you.âÂ
Oliver threw his head back, taking all the strength he possessed to remove your body off him. You whined in protest, laying down on your back, defeated beside him. He propped his head with his hand, smirking at you, âYouâll be the death of me, Y/L/N.â
âGood.âÂ
Oliver left a few minutes after that conversation, making you sigh and bury your head in your pillow. You were so in love with the Quidditch captain and you knew you shouldnât be. When you and him agreed to be friends with benefits, you both agreed that it meant absolutely no feelings, whatsoever. As far as you knew, Oliver was upholding his side of the bargain quite well, while you were failing miserably.Â
It was hard not to fall for the boy. He was charming, kind, and not to mention, a great kisser. Whenever you two laid together, it almost didnât feel like a mutual agreement. He has so much passion, so much care, every time you two were alone. Oliver would always ask you if you were okay, always made sure you were comfortable, and showered you with praise. He would bury his head in the crook of your neck, stating how good you made him feel.Â
Itâs been a few months since the start of your agreement and after each night, you felt yourself love him just a bit more than the previous night. In front of other people, you two acted like perfect friends, like everyone knew you as, but behind closed doors, you two couldnât keep your hands off each other. He would pepper your face with soft kisses, tangle your fingers together, and murmur words of adoration in your ear the minute there were no eyes on you two. You knew it was a dangerous game you were playing but you couldnât help but not care. Oliver Wood was addicting.Â
The following morning, you winced as you hobbled down to the Great Hall, legs sore from last night's activities. You grimaced as you sat down at the table, across from Oliver who had a smirk on his face that he was trying to hide behind his cup. Fred chuckled beside you, nudging you, âFun night, Y/N?â
âShut it, Weasley,â you hissed, taking a bite from a piece of toast you plucked off his plate. âI may be feeling a bit injured at the moment, but I can still hex you into next Sunday.âÂ
âOne day, Y/L/N, weâll meet the bloke whoâs making it difficult for you to walk.â George added.
âWhy do you assume itâs because of a bloke?â you grumbled, stuffing your mouth with eggs. âWhat if I just fell off my broom at practice? Maybe I have cramps. Did you ever think about that, hmm?â
âSure,â Fred said, he motioned at your neck, reminding you of the marks that probably littered your skin. âBut Iâm sure your fall didnât cause all that.âÂ
You blushed under their gaze, lifting your fingers up to trace the tender skin. âShut up.â
âIâm just saying, Y/L/N,â the younger twin shrugged, looking at you with a playful twinkle in his eye. âOne day weâll meet the bloke you say is the best lay of your life.âÂ
Your eyes widened at his words, completely forgetting that you confessed that to the twins during one party after drinking too much. You heard Oliver snort in front of you, smiling in a teasing manner. He raised his eyebrows as if saying, âThe best lay of your life, huh?â You flipped off George, making him and his twin burst out in laughter. âShut up, please.âÂ
âI think itâs cute,â Oliver chuckled, leaning over to stare at you. âYouâre smitten with him, arenât you?â
âYou can shut up too, Wood.âÂ
The three boys howled in laughter. Oliver sent you a wink when the twins were too busy joking around to pay attention to the two of you. You blushed, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach. Merlin, this is going to be difficult, you thought.Â
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Unfortunately, itâs been weeks since your last night with Oliver. The Quidditch team has been practicing more than ever and you were both too tired to really do much. When you werenât practicing, you were doing homework, already behind on at least three of your classes because of your rigorous practice schedule.Â
Oliverâs jumper no longer smelled like him, making you upset that you had to settle for friendly glances and secret touches in the hallways. Your love bites already faded as well, disappearing with time. You missed seeing the red marks on your skin, reminding you of your heated rendezvous.Â
You were walking out of Potions when Blaise came up to you, a flirty smile on his face. He stopped you in your tracks, leaning against a pole. âHey, Y/N.â
âHello, Blaise,â you raised an eyebrow, confused as to why the Slytherin was talking to you. You clutched your books closer to your chest, âAnything I can help you with?â
âActually yes,â he licked his lips, reaching down to grab your hand. âI was wondering if you could accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend.âÂ
You looked down at your hand sitting idle in his palm, stuttering over your words and you spoke to him for conformation. âL-like a date?â
âExactly like a date,â Blaise nodded, placing a kiss to your knuckles. âIf youâre up for it.âÂ
âI-â
âLeannan,â A voice spoke from behind you. A hand snaked around your wait, pulling you close to them, and ripping your hand from Blaiseâs grip at the same time. You turned your head to see Oliver, staring down Blaise. âWhatâs going on here?âÂ
Blaise stared back, âJust asking Y/N on a date, Wood. None of your concern.âÂ
âActually it is,â Oliver replied, pulling you even closer to him. Your body grew hot, feeling Oliverâs protective grip on your waist. âWe have plans this weekend. So Iâm sorry that but sheâll have to decline.âÂ
He nodded, reluctantly, shifting his attention from Oliver to you. âHm, maybe next time then.âÂ
Oliver grinned, a condescending smile on his face, âSure, mate.âÂ
Blaise raised his hands up in defense, shooting you a confused wave before walking away. Oliver didnât dare to remove his hand on you until Blaise was nowhere to be seen. When he finally let you go, you looked at him in disbelief, âWhat was that for?â
He rolled his eyes, âYou should be thanking me, Y/N. I got you out of a date with him.â
âWhat if I wanted to go?â
âPlease,â he chuckled, now taking Blaiseâs original spot, âYou wanted to go on a date with Zabini?â
âMaybe,â you huffed but you knew you had no interest in the Slytherin.Â
âWhy would you want to?âÂ
âHeâs fit,â you stated simply, shrugging like it was no big deal. It wasnât really a lie. Blaise was fit, but you werenât interested. âPlus, I could get to know him and see for myself if I see something with him.â
Oliver scoffed, âDonât waste your time with someone like him.â
âI donât understand why youâre being so harsh right now.â
âBecause you deserve better.âÂ
âOh right,â you spat, âAnd better in your definition is to be hidden away as nothing more than a nice quickie, right?â
Oliver blinked a few times, trying to process your words. He held your upper arm, concern over his features, âWhat are you on about?â
âAll I am is a friends with benefits right, Oliver? Thatâs all Iâll ever amount to? Merlin forbid that someone would find interest in me beyond that.âÂ
âY/N, where is this coming from?â
âYou really are thick,â you chuckled, tears now spilling from your eyes. âIt stopped being a quick fuck for me a long time ago Oliver. Iâm bloody in love with you.âÂ
You stood there in silence, breathing ragged as you spilled your feelings to Oliver. You shook your head, turning around to walk away from him. You took a couple steps before you felt him grab your hand, twirling you around to push you into his chest. He chuckled, ignoring the way your books fell from your hand, as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, âYou wanna know why I told Blaise off?âÂ
âWhy?â
âBecause you belong with me, leannan,â he mumbled, lips ghosting over yours. âIâm in love with you, too.âÂ
You gulped, looking into his eyes, âYou are?â
âMhm.â
You placed your lips on his, sighing in content knowing you no longer had to hide your affections. Oliver wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up as he kissed you passionately. You squealed, sneaking short kisses on his lips as he laughed. He put you down, kissing your lips one last time before pulling away.Â
âOi, Fred!â George called his brother, a smirk on his lips as he hid behind a wall.Â
Fred walked over to him, âWhatâs up, Georgie?â
George pointed at the two of you ahead of him, wrapped up in each otherâs embrace. Oliver leaned down to kiss you again, this time backing you up against the wall to deepen the kiss. George grinned knowing that he won the bet. The younger twin held out his hand, âFive sickles, please.âÂ
Fred rolled his eyes, fishing in his pocket to get the money he now owed his brother, âHere.âÂ
George replied in a sing-song voice, âThank you.â
âShut up.â
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Body Language - Part 2
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Pairing: JJ Maybank x female reader
Note: Hi!! Yâall I canât even believe how many people liked this story, like for real thank you all so much for the love and support! I hope you enjoy the second part just as much :) Again, writing smut is pretty new for me, so I hope this leaves you all hot and bothered (because GOD was I uncomfortable writing this) and Iâd love to hear any feedback yâall have. Thanks SO MUCH love you. Thanks to @bricksatanakinswindowâ for helping me when I was STUCK.
Sorry if I tagged you if you didnât wanna be... haha my taglist is a disaster rn. Really hoping I tagged everyone that wanted to be !Â
Warnings: fluffff, flirting, swearing, dirty dancing, SMUT, alcohol, 18+++
Word count: 5.3k... this long as hell, i did this for you lovelies
 Part 1 (highly recommend you read part 1 first)
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It was finally dark, and the only light came from several small bonfires littered across the boneyard. You swayed happily as you watched people equally as drunk as you dance on the designated dance floor. The music surged through your body as you closed your eyes to feel every sensation. The breeze blowing your hair away from your face, the bass from the music vibrating in your abdomen, the laughter and chatter of the party mixing in with the waves crashing on the shore.Â
âWhatcha thinkin âbout, pretty girl?â Your moment of bliss ended when your eyes snapped open, finding JJ next to you. His smile was sweet, but his eyes displayed amusement.Â
âNothing in particular,â you replied. You took a sip of your beer and returned your gaze back to the dance floor. âYou having a good night?â
âYeah,â he nodded. âAre you?â
âYeah.â
Then there was silence, JJ standing next to you with hands stuffed in his pockets, and you sighed.
Itâs been two weeks since you had slept together. You wish you could say it wasnât awkward, but it sort of was. Since then, you two havenât had a single moment alone. Besides work and family stuff, you were usually with the other pogues, and you couldnât really talk about what happened with them around.Â
Even if you guys didnât talk about what happened that day, you just wanted to hang out with him. At least then, youâd be reassured that your friendship was still the same, that the night you got carried away with each other didnât change a thing. You were scared though, that maybe things had changed.
For one, you couldnât stop thinking about him. You had seen JJ in a totally different light. That night, he wasnât just your reckless, womanizing best friend. He was the man kissing up and down your body, making every inch of you feel safe and loved. He was the man bringing you to your high over and over again as he thrusted his hips into yours. The man that caressed your skin and left sweet kisses on your neck and shoulder as you finally drifted to sleep in his arms. He was everything, but you pushed your feelings away, deciding it was just amazing sex and that was the only reason you missed him so much.Â
One thing was clear to you, though. Sex with JJ was a one time thing. It always was when it came to him. It was only ever going to be a casual night of fun, and you were okay with that. At least you hoped you would be. Either way, you just wanted to know you still had your best friend.Â
The two of you basked in the painful silence, each of you not knowing what to say to the other. You didnât let it show on your face, but it felt like your heart was breaking. This wasnât what you wanted. If you knew things were going to be weird, you wouldnât have kissed him in the first place.Â
âDo you wanna dance?â he asked you. You looked up at him for the first time in what felt like an eternity. He hated the awkwardness just as much, and decided it was bullshit. You guys were best friends, so he was going to break the ice, even if it meant talking it out and finding out that you regretted that night he thought about so often.Â
You smiled, taking his hand that he offered to you. He spun you around, making you giggle as you fell into his chest after the spontaneous twirl. âThereâs that laugh,â he smiled. You beamed as he led you to the dance floor, thinking maybe things arenât so bad between you two after all.Â
The speakers played some obscure slow song, which encouraged JJ to wrap his arms around your waist and start to sway. You laughed while placing your arms around his neck. âI heard youâve been dodging dudes all night,â he said as you two found a steady rhythm together.Â
âI donât really feel like socializing with tourons tonight,â you shrugged. The corners of his mouth turned up. âWhat about you? Why arenât you trying to get with any of the tourons swooning over you?â You quirked your brow, humor laced in your tone.Â
âNo need. Iâm already the luckiest guy here.â
âWhyâs that?â you asked.Â
âCause Iâm dancing with you, stupid.â He laughed as realization lit up your face, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks, the butterflies waking up in your stomach. He looked down at you with a dopey smile on his face, loving the sight of you.
While you hadnât been able to get JJ off your mind, he was struggling just the same. He had already decided that asking you what girls like in bed was most likely the best decision heâs ever made in his whole damn life. The feelings that heâd always had for you only grew tenfold. Before, he kept them so hidden, simmering in the depths of his heart without giving them any of his focus or energy, knowing that youâd never be interested in being more than friends. After that night though, he wondered if he might actually have a chance.Â
The way you initiated everything with confidence had him completely wrapped around your finger. The way you tugged on his hair while moaning out his name had him lying awake at night with an image of you swimming in his mind. The way you kissed him so passionately had him wondering if heâd ever feel such desire for another girl again. He thought, just maybe, you felt the same things he did.Â
âYou look gorgeous,â he said, pulling you closer so your head was resting in the crook of his neck.Â
âWhy thank you, good sir. You look handsome as well.â JJ chuckled softly into your hair, enjoying the scent of your shampoo. You two swayed like that for a moment, just holding each other and relaxing into one anotherâs touch. You both were relieved that the tension seemed to be gone. Everything was perfect, and you didnât know why you were so worried in the first place.
There was a thought floating around in the back of your mind though. The tiniest whisper of the turmoil youâve been going through for the past two weeks. Could you possibly like JJ as more than just a friend?
You pulled away from his embrace when the song changed. The people around you jumped and swayed drunkenly to the more upbeat music as you grabbed JJâs hands to dance with him. He watched you with a grin on his face as you danced wildly, making his arms flail around with your hands clasped in his. âCome on, J. Get into it,â you laughed.
You grabbed his hips to help him start moving, and he chuckled at your attempts to get him to actually dance. âHow âbout you just dance around me and make me look good, babe.â You glared teasingly at his smug expression, but decided you could do him one better.Â
âFine.â You suddenly spun around and placed his hands on your hips. He took this opportunity to pull you against him, your back flush against his chest. You caught him completely by surprise as you ground your hips back into his, oh so subtly, smirking once you heard the tiniest grunt escape his lips.Â
You swayed your hips side to side, JJ following your every move with his body attached to yours. Your hands fell over his as you guided them to drag down to your thighs, then back up again to your hips. JJâs insides seemed to ignite from the way you moved against him. Your confidence bubbling to the surface gave him flashbacks from the night you kissed him, the night you two became closer than you ever were.Â
You continued to grind against your friend, your hands reaching up behind you to grasp at his long blonde locks. You donât know where this confidence came from, but you guessed it was the alcohol. JJ definitely didnât seem to mind your flirty dancing though, and that helped ease your mind. Your eyes widened when you felt his growing erection press into your ass.
Your first instinct was to stop your movements, but you couldnât deny the excitement that swelled inside of you. He was enjoying this as much as you were, so you let your doubts slip to the back of your mind and ground into him once again.
JJ grunted again, which gave you immense satisfaction until he held you still by his aggressive hold on your hips. âWhat do you think youâre doing, Y/N?â he whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear. You would have been disheartened by his question if his voice wasnât so raspy.Â
âWhat do you mean?â you asked, feigning innocence. You slowly dipped down into a squat before coming back up, your ass making contact with his groin once more, and JJ fought to hold in a moan.Â
He abruptly turned you around so you were face to face, bodies just as close as before. âYou know exactly what I mean.â This time, he was the one to grind his hips forward, and you gasped at the feeling of his hard-on pressing into your front. His eyes were glazed over in desire, and just the sight made your heart rate pick up. âYouâre driving me crazy.â
You smiled at his confession, and you felt a familiar tingle start in your abdomen. You laced your arms around his neck and pushed your chest into his. He stayed perfectly still as he watched your face inch closer to his, eyes fluttering shut on instinct. He prepared for your lips to meet his, but you kissed his jaw instead.
You pressed soft kisses down his jawline and on his throat, the boy not being able to do anything besides experience every single sensation you thrust upon him. Your hands traveled down his chest as you pulled away from him, not being able to hide your satisfaction. He was so turned on, and you loved that you were able to make him this way.Â
âHey, where are you going?â he growled, grabbing you again by your waist and pulling you against him.Â
You laughed. âI thought I was driving you crazy?â Your eyebrow lifted teasingly, and he groaned.Â
âWhich is exactly why Iâm gonna drag you out of this fucking party and have my way with you.â One of his hands came up to your neck, thumb caressing your jaw, his tenderness leaving you breathless.Â
Despite your resolve unraveling by the second, you wanted to keep up your teasing. âMe? Donât you have some hot touron to get back to?â
He pulled you closer and rested his forehead on yours, obviously not amused by your comment. âY/N...â he rasped, eyes boring into yours.
You smirked, batting your eyelashes. âYes, Maybank?â
He couldnât hold back anymore. He closed the small distance between you and crashed his lips onto yours. Your arms naturally circled around his neck once again as you matched his eagerness and gave in to him.Â
Kissing him, all of your doubts and confusion about your relationship with JJ seemed to vanish as you allowed your body to melt into him. It was obvious now that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. The crowded party full of drunk people dancing became an afterthought as you let yourself be completely engulfed in the alluring man that is your best friend. The kiss was fueled by passion and the heat of the moment was quickly becoming too much to bear.
You pulled away abruptly, and he let out a sound of annoyance. âLetâs get out of here,â you said, eyes gleaming.Â
He smiled before pecking your lips again. âYes maâam.â You kept your body close to cover him as he reached into his pants to tuck his erection into the waistband of his shorts so that others wouldnât be able to see the noticeable tent. He grabbed your hand and quickly started leading you away from the dance floor and across the beach.
Unbeknownst to you, the other pogues had watched the entire scene unfold.
âWhat the fuck is happening right now?â John B. asked, jaw resuming its previous position on the floor.
Kiara and Pope didnât have an answer as they watched you two practically run off hand in hand. âI think theyâre gonna go fuck,â Pope said, voice distant as if he couldnât believe the words himself.
âWhen the hell did this happen?â Kie asked, looking to the two boys. But they only shrugged. All of them were completely in the dark about your previous hook up, and seeing you and JJ so intimate had them all more than shocked.Â
âGood for them, I guess?â Pope offered. John B. laughed, taking another swig of his beer. Kiara laughed too with a shake of her head.
âCanât wait to confront them about this tomorrow.â The boys nodded in agreement, the group suddenly finding it hilarious that two of their best friends were hooking up.Â
You and JJ had made it into the van and he drove back to the Chateau like a mad man. You told him the pogues would be pissed that you guys left them without a ride, but he didnât care in the slightest. All he could think about was you lying underneath him, begging for him to make you cum.Â
It wasnât long before you were stumbling into the small house, JJâs lips trying to capture yours while guiding you to the bedroom he slept in. You giggled when he tripped over the coffee table and fell into you. It was so chaotic, but you didnât mind. It felt as if you were giddy teenagers in love, too excited to get to the bedroom to care about anything else.Â
âFucking finally,â he huffed when you two were in his room, and he slammed the door shut. You sat on the bed, looking at him with the biggest smile on your face. The thing you wanted more than anything for the last two weeks was standing right in front of you, gawking at you like you were the most beautiful girl in the world.
He crawled over you, and you promptly laid on your back, staring up at your long-time best friend. âSo did those little tricks I taught you help you in the bedroom?â you asked playfully, even though you didnât really want to think about JJ sleeping with other girls.Â
He scoffed, putting more of his weight on you as his face inched closer. âI havenât been with anyone since.â This caused confusion to cross your features. JJ was the biggest manslut you knew. It was uncommon for him to go more than a week without hooking up with someone.Â
âReally?â The question fell from your lips involuntarily.Â
JJ laughed while brushing your hair away from your face. âHow could I when the only girl I think about is you?â His eyes pierced into yours, and you could tell he was being sincere. What shocked you more than his words was the way he looked at you. If you werenât mistaken, it kinda looked like he was in love.
You were glowing. You didnât know how badly you wanted to hear the words until he spoke them. With arms wrapping behind his neck, you pulled him down to catch his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and warm, making your stomach erupt in butterflies. It suddenly felt like there was no rush now that you two were alone in each otherâs arms, which was sweet and had you grinning like a child at the carnival. But the truth is that you couldnât wait to get the boy undressed.
With considerable strength, you pushed JJ off of you and he fell to your side. He looked at you confused, but chuckled when you situated yourself on top of him, straddling his hips. You swiftly peeled off your shirt before leaning over him and kissing him again. âSomeoneâs eager,â he smirked against your lips.Â
âShut up,â you grumbled. You sat up and pulled him up with you by tugging on the collar of his shirt. You didnât waste any time pulling the material up over his head, and he laughed again. âDamn, baby. If I knew you wanted me this bad, I wouldâve gotten you alone sooner.â He was teasing you, and you werenât amused.
âI said shut up, Maybank.â He was going to laugh again, loving how impatient you were, but you surely shut him up by crashing your lips to his once again. Warm hands caressed your sides with thumbs skimming your ribcage as the kiss quickly turned into a hungry battle between tongues. You ground into his lap to find his erection growing again, and the excitement only fueled your movements.Â
You got off of him and started unbuttoning his shorts. He lifted his hips to help you slide the shorts and boxers down his legs, and they fell to the floor along with his shoes. Entranced by the sight of his cock, you were about to get on your knees, but he grabbed your hands to stop you. âHey, hey, easy baby. Letâs get you out of these clothes first.â You didnât miss the smug expression on his face.Â
 You were standing in front of him from where he sat on the edge of the bed, and he reached behind you to unclasp your bra. He pulled you closer by your waist so that he could attach his mouth to one of your nipples. You raked your fingers through his hair as he started leaving trails of open mouth kisses on your chest, hands unbuttoning your shorts and tugging them down your legs along with your panties.Â
You felt your arousal grow with each hot kiss he pressed onto your skin. He moved slowly, as if he was savoring the taste of every inch of your body, all for him. The attention he was giving your breasts with each swipe of his tongue and twist of his rough fingertips made you dizzy. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realized that this was far more intimate than just sex. Â
You softly tugged his hair to pull his face away from your skin, and he looked up at you with a grin. With hands on his flushed cheeks, you kissed him fiercely and he could feel the burning hunger from within you. As much as you enjoyed soft and loving JJ, you needed him right now.
Your lips moved to his jaw and you kissed down his throat while your hands traveled down his sculpted torso. Your kisses trailed down his abs to underneath his belly button as you slowly got onto your knees, and JJ was holding his breath in anticipation, fingers weaving through your hair to collect it in a loose ponytail.Â
When you two hooked up, the way he pleasured you with his mouth had you thinking about it constantly ever since. You hadnât returned the favor though, so you were excited to finally have your hands on him. You didnât think youâd ever get the chance again, so who could blame you for being a little eager? You wanted to see the man unravel in front of you as you took control with your lips wrapped around him.
You took his stiff length in your hand and pumped a few times as you glanced up at JJ through your lashes. His cheeks were already turning red from arousal. The sight of you on your knees was enough for him to throw you on the bed and finally bury himself into you, but he held back. Heâd be an idiot to stop you now.
He gasped when you took him in your mouth, his tip hitting your soft palate. With a swipe of your tongue underneath the head, he involuntarily bucked his hips up into your face. You had just begun, and he was already finding it hard to control himself.Â
You held his hips down firmly as you started to slowly bob your head. You would switch between taking as much of him as you could without gagging and only focusing on his swollen head. His grip on your hair tightened when you harshly grazed the tip of his cock with your tongue, his head falling back with the most beautiful moan youâd ever heard. âYou are so sexy,â he choked out.
You smiled as more moans fell from his lips, and you could tell he was close. âFuck, baby. Just like that,â he panted. You loved that you could make him feel this good even more than you enjoyed blowing him. You released your hold on his hips so that your right hand could wrap around him and pump while you sucked harder, head bobbing faster.Â
âFuck, Y/N. Fuck.â âHeâs so close. Only a little longer,â you thought, heart racing as exhaustion started to creep up on you, but you didnât care. You wanted him to explode with your lips still around him, knowing you had done a job well done.
Without warning, he pulled you away from him by his grip on your hair. He hadnât cum, and you were confused. You didnât have time to ask him why as he was already picking you up and throwing you onto the bed, your hair fanning around your head on the pillow as you bounced onto it.
âAs much as I love that pretty little mouth of yours, itâs my turn,â he rasped, holding himself over you with arms on either side of your head.Â
He looked so damn good, messy blonde locks falling over his dark blue eyes, lips pouted and cheeks tinged pink. He kissed you hard as he thrusted his hips into you, his stiff member brushing against your clit. You hadnât realized how aroused you already were just from sucking him off, and you gasped at the contact.Â
His lips left yours and hungrily attached to the pocket between your neck and collarbone as his fingers traveled down your body to prod at your clit. He was sucking on your skin harshly and it was clear he wanted to leave a mark. He wanted everyone to know that you were his, even though you two hadnât talked about your relationship yet. He didnât know how you felt, but he was certain that he couldnât get enough of you.Â
âJJ,â you panted. You tried to push the man away, but he wouldnât let up. Two long fingers had dipped easily into your wet entrance, teasing you by not going in too far. His thumb rubbed slow circles onto your clit, and as good as it felt, it wasnât enough for you.Â
You wound your hand into his hair and tugged, making his gaze meet yours. God, how he loved you pulling his hair. âStop teasing,â you said. He smirked before pecking your lips, his hand resuming the painfully slow action. He basked in the sight of you squeezing your eyes shut, trying to hold in your moans. âSeriously, J,â you grumbled. âIf youâre not going to do something, then get the hell off of me and Iâll take control.âÂ
You thought he mightâve complied, but of course he didnât. Your impatience was much too amusing for him, and his dopey grin made you want to punch him. âNot a chance, princess.â You huffed, getting annoyed as you felt the knot in your stomach start to tighten, much too slow for your liking. âI like you like this, begging for me to make you feel good.â
âJJ...â you warned.
âI think you could do a bit more begging, donât you think, Y/N?â You hated his cocky smirk. You had no idea he was such a fucking tease.
âJ, please,â you sighed, almost a whisper. If he didnât do something soon, you swore youâd shove him off of you and take care of it yourself.
Suddenly, his two fingers rammed into your core, connecting harshly with your g-spot. âFuck!â you screamed. He smiled, bringing his face down to leave more kisses on your neck as his hand picked up speed and rammed into you over and over. Moans were escaping your mouth and getting louder, your control lessening with each thrust of his hand.Â
It was only moments later than you were shaking from your climax, JJ grinning over you as you cried his name. You were kind of surprised that you hadnât lasted long, but peering up at the man hovering over you, you figured out why. Just looking at him turned you on. The feelings you had been ignoring resurfaced and you knew that youâd never be able to look at your best friend in the same way again.
It wasnât just how skillful he was in bed, it was everything else on top of it. You had been friends for years and had always clicked so well, so youâre not sure why possibly loving JJ never crossed your mind until now. âWhat are you thinkin âbout, pretty girl?â he broke you out of your thoughts. You laughed at his repeated words from earlier in the night.
âYou,â you beamed. You reached your hand up to brush his hair away from his face, his blue eyes gleaming bright.Â
âOh yeah? What about me?â You shook your head, trying to find the words, but you were at a loss with how good he looked, his perfect lips so close to yours. âAbout how amazing I am at sex?â He was only joking, and tickled your sides, eliciting uncontrollable laughter from you.
âAbout how good I make you feel? Huh? How I can make you cum in a matter of minutes?â he continued to guess as he relentlessly tickled you. You were laughing and trying your hardest to push him away from you and stop his attack, but your efforts were useless. âTell me, baby,â he chuckled, knowing you couldnât get a word out.
âJJ, jesus christ, stop!â He laughed again, then stopped touching you all together, slumping into the spot next to you on the bed.
âI hate you,â you gasped, trying your hardest to catch your breath while turning on your side to look at him.
âNo way. You love me,â he smiled, placing a soft kiss onto the tip of your nose.
âI think I do.â You didnât know why you said it, it just felt right. Youâd never been scared to tell him anything before, so why should this be any different. His eyes never left yours, but confusion and doubt swam in them and he didnât say anything. âI think I love you.â
Then he was grinning. He pulled you into his chest and kissed you more passionately than previously tonight. You laughed into the kiss, taking it as a good sign. âI think I love you too,â he said after pulling away. Now you were the one smiling.Â
Who knew youâd be confessing your love to your best friend, cuddling naked in his bed? You certainly couldnât have pictured this moment a few weeks ago. You kissed him again and let yourself enjoy his warmth. You both felt like you were on top of the world, in the comfort of each otherâs embrace. It was all so new but felt so familiar at the same time.
You crawled on top of him and was reminded of his erection, something you still hadnât taken care of yet. With one more peck to his lips, you reached over him to the bedside table where you knew he kept the condoms.Â
He watched you intensely, hands running up and down your thighs as you opened up the wrapper with your teeth. You took the liberty of sliding the rubber over his cock, and you both were more than ready for what was coming next.
You slid his length into your entrance and lowered yourself until all of him was in you, unable to hold in your gasp. He rubbed comforting circles into your hips as you adjusted to his size. Once you did, you were bouncing fast, not willing to waste any more time. He loved the sight of you, your tits bouncing and your lips parted, sounds of pleasure spilling out of them.Â
Both of his hands grabbed at your boobs roughly, making you whimper in pleasure as you tried to speed up your movements. The grunts that escaped from his mouth were cheering you on, and you ignored your sore muscles as you chased your high, but you were more concerned that he reached his.
âThis okay, J?â you asked breathlessly.Â
âBaby,â he moaned. âYouâre fucking incredible.â He pulled you down by the back of your neck to crash your lips together. You both hummed and moaned into each otherâs mouths as you continued to ride him, both of you getting closer and closer.Â
He could tell you were slowing down and getting tired, so he swiftly flipped you over so that he was on top. He was between your legs and firmly held your thighs apart as he picked up where you left off. He kissed you one last time before sitting up on his knees and ramming into you roughly.Â
Your second orgasm of the night was quickly approaching, the knot in your stomach winding tightly. Your hands grasped at the sheets as he pounded into you, over and over. His name was lost in your series of moans, his getting louder by the second. You both were only moments from release.
He switched his position from kneeling in front of you to placing his forearms on either side of your head, the new angle making you cry out. âLook at me, Y/N,â he rasped, begging you to open your eyes. His were glazed over in lust just like yours, and you held his gaze as he thrusted into you, his movements becoming desperate.Â
âI love you, baby,â he said, and you repeated his words back to him, both of you lost in the pleasure, thoughts getting fuzzy. âAre you close?â All you could do was nod as you bit your bottom lip to hold in your noises. âCum for me, Y/N.â And you did.
It was only three more thrusts until he was cumming with you, hips bucking sporadically to ride out both your highs. No words were exchanged as he laid on top of you, exhaustion and complete euphoria clouding the room. His head rested in the crook of your neck as you both fought to catch your breaths, and you could still feel him twitch inside of you.
âYouâre fucking amazing,â he whispered, kissing your neck. âI love you. I mean it.â
You grinned. As confused as you were only hours ago, you knew now that you loved him too. You caressed his soft cheek with your thumb, gazing at the man that just offered himself completely to you.Â
âI love you too,â you smiled softly, kissing him again. It was warm and sweet, your bodies molded together. It was like nothing mattered except for this moment right here.Â
âWhat the fuck are we gonna tell the pogues?â he asked. You just laughed with a shrug.Â
âWeâll think about that later.â You rolled over so that you were on top of him now, admiring his happy face underneath you before you kissed him again.
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Love Hurts - pt. 2
A/N: I HAVE BEEN PLANNING THIS ALL FUCKNG NIGHT! ALL NIGHT! AND I HAVE SO MUCH MORE PLANNED FOR THE NEXT PART LIKE GOD THIS IS MAKING ME SO EXCITED!
Translation: âSmiri se, Ĺženo.â - Calm down, woman.            âLjubavi.â - Love           Â
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Fred Weasley pretended that nothing had ever happened between the two of you. The two of you werenât really close friends to begin with. The only thing the two of you shared was a house and classes.Â
However, it didnât feel right to him. He thought he could just ignore you, avoid you and that you would do the same but it wasnât like that. Since that day he started seeing you more than he ever did in the last couple of years. He noticed you everywhere. The moment you walked into the class, the moment you left, the moment you sat down to eat, the moment you he came into the common room and saw you sitting there with your friends, the moment you walked around the corner in the corridor amount so many other students.Â
He knew it was the guilt. The enormous guilt in his guts.
He could see you laughing with other of his classmates- as you were known for. Everybody liked you because of your cheeriness and even Lee could sometimes walk with you out of class and tease with you in a more flirty manner.Â
It made him think that maybe, just maybe he wasnât as special as you made him think he was.Â
Everybody was on good terms with you. He needed that too because people started to ask him why on Earth do you and him not get along as much as the two of you used. He asked if you said anything but you said nothing and the least he could do was not say anything as well, especially tell people how he rejected you in the most horrible way possible.Â
He needed to make this right.Â
â(Y/n)!â he called out to you as soon as you left the classroom where it all started.Â
You looked over your shoulder and saw his face. Clenching your jaw, you turned your head back forth and sped up. âI donât have time for you, George. Iâm late to my next class.âÂ
It stung when you called him by his brotherâs name. You never called him George or Fred or Weasley. He was always Freddie to you and he thought he hated it back then but apparently he would prefer Freddie over any name right now. The tone in your voice was cold and distant, the eyes- once sparkly, now thin as ice.Â
âYou know Iâm not George-â
âRon then, whatever.â you snarked and sped up, him catching up with you.Â
âDonât hate me, please!â
âI donât hate you, you fucking cunt!â you turned around sharply, staring deep into his eyes.
âOh, your tone and words say differently.â he backed away a bit, being intimidated by your loathing stare.Â
âI donât hate you.â you tried to calm yourself down, lowering your tone and bringing down the intensity in your eyes. âI hate myself because I am such an idiot shit to think that somebody might like me- that maybe someone I like might like me back.â you turned away, then back up at him.
âIdiot shit?â he couldnât help himself but laugh a little. âReally?â
You punched his shoulder and did again, just for pleasure of being furious with him. âYes, really! Idiot shit!â
âIdiot shit then.â he grinned, leaning forward and trying to charm you with his eyes as he was known for.Â
But you werenât falling for those eyes and you could see so clearly in them that you did not matter to him. He wanted to apologise to make himself feel better, not you.Â
âUGH!â you cramped your fingers in front of him with anger than just started backing away from him. âYouâre an idiot shit. I bloody thought you were different.â you shook your head and let your voice get a bit weaker by that statement. You muttered something under your breath as well but he couldnât hear you by then.
He knew he messed up. He truly did. âLet me make it up to you!â he shouted after you, rubbing the back of his neck but only got a middle finger in return. âDonât hate me my arse.âÂ
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Preparation for the ball was starting soon and students started pouring into the room with lit and excited faces. It was mostly the Hogwarts students but a few of them also had a date from other schools, such as Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.Â
Fred was talking to his brother with Angelina by his side, he was close to Ron and Harry, teasing them both but letting George take the lead because his eyes got stuck on the girl that hated him.
With a bright smile on your face you walked right past him and to the group of Durmstrang boys, hugging the big blonde boy. You hugged him so that your head was laying on his chest and the boy smiled, looking down on you with a flirtatious smile.Â
Fred felt his stomach clench a bit but he brushed it off quickly.Â
The boy twirled you around, laughing and smiling, looking down on you, then back up. He pulled up close, whispering something in your ear and causing you to giggle and punch him lightly on the chest.
His jaw clenched as well. You? Friendly with a Durmstrang? Those furry twats?
âThank you for doing this.â you told him, staring into his bright blue eyes.
âYou kidding?â he put his arm over your shoulders and pulled you close. âI was sure you had a date and when I heard you didnât, I had to ask you.âÂ
You looked up at him, furrowed your eyebrows and laughed, unable to form a sentance, only blush. âIâm a bad dancer, just so you know.â
âIâm not.â he looked down on you and winked. âJust follow my lead.â
Professor McGonagall started to talk about the Ball, pulling Ron into the middle and showing the rest of the class how to dance. Some laughed, some just watched. Everybody felt a bit uncomfortable but not your date.Â
âJoin us anytime now.â said professor McGonagall but nobody budged.
Your date took your hand and stepped in front of you, leading you to the middle.Â
âPlease donât.â you shook your head, panicking in your head.
âSmiri se, Ĺženo.â he whispered in his thick serbian accent. The two of you were already in the middle of the room, he bowed, kissing the back of your palm and pulling you close to him.Â
You were closer than McGonagall ever was to Ron. You could smell his cologne and feel the heat radiate from his body. His hand placed itself on your hip and he laughed as you didnât know what to do with yours.
âMy shoulder, ljubavi.âÂ
You put your hand on his shoulder and you looked down at your feet. âWhat do I do with those.â
He laughed again, bumping his toes with yours. âYou move this one back then we go right, up, left, down.âÂ
âRight, up, left, down.â you repeated, watching your feet as you could feel him chuckle a bit.Â
âAnd watch me.â he said and you looked up into his big blue eyes.Â
The two of you started moving and soon, people started to join you. You stepped on his toes and apologised constantly but he only chuckled in return. With time passing, the two of you started dancing more in sync, feet moving just right.
âI think Iâm getting the hang of this, donât you think?â you looked down on your feet than back at him.Â
âYou know what that means?â he grinned, wiggling with his eyebrows and looking at you with that mischief in his eyes.Â
âNo and I donât think I want to know.â
âReady?â he asked, getting a firmer grip on your back and pulling you close.Â
âReady for what?!â you started to panic but he only leaned a bit forward and started to spin you around.Â
You let out a surprised yelp but continued to move around with your feet still in sync with his. He let out a laugh as he buried you close to him, hearing whistles from his Durmstrang colleagues before stopping and twirling you around until your back was pressed on his chest.Â
âThat, ljubavi drago, is years of folklore.â he laughed and so did you.Â
Meanwhile on the side of the room, Fred couldnât keep up with the Blonde. The Blonde twirled you around and danced with you, whispering to you, laughing with you and making you blush constantly. It made him a bit frustrated because Angelina and him were still struggling with the steps. Before they got a hold of it, the practice was already over and students started to pour out of the room.Â
âNext time we are going to start to practice a Quadrille!â professor McGonagall shouted after the students. âItâs going to be done in two sets of pairs!â she continued to shout but all of you were already out of the room.
Fred kept watching you leave with the blonde boy, both wrapped in each otherâs arms. He couldnât stop watching the two of you. He was bothered more than he would like to have admit. The boy pointed at your messy hair that you got during the dance and you playfully grabbed his finger and started laughing.Â
He missed that about you. For you and Fred to just laugh together and-
âYou alright there, Fred?â Angelina put her hand on his shoulder and Fred immediately looked back at her.Â
âFantastic.â he gave her a bright smile, wrapping his arm around her. âWeâll do it better next time.âÂ
âYeah- did you see (y/n) and that guy?â she mentioned all of a sudden. âI didnât think she would show but she was actually great at it.âÂ
âYeah.â Fred chuckled a bit. âWho is that guy anyway?âÂ
âBeats me but they surely look adorable together.â she smiled. âWhat happened between the two of you anyway?âÂ
âHm?â Fred asked, looking at her with wide eyes. âWhat do you mean?â
âThe two of you always used to talk a lot during class- did you pull a prank on her or something?â she narrowed her eyes at him.
âSomething like that, yeah.â Fred smiled and rubbed the back of his head.Â
âFred.â she lowered her tone and he knew he was about to get scolded by his dance partner. âShe is such a great girl, why would you ever prank her?âÂ
âI didnât mean to. She was just there at the wrong place and the wrong time, alright?â he rolled his eyes. âAnd itâs not like I wanted to. We really werenât friends to begin with anyway. Sheâll get over it.â
âWhatever you say but sheâs been with us since First year and I think itâs fair, you at least apologise to her.âÂ
âI tried. She told me Iâm a cunt and an idiot shit.âÂ
âBloody hell, Fred. What did you do to that poor girl?âÂ
âSheâll get over it.â Fred muttered, feeling something heavy rise up to his throat. âShe will.âÂ
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Possessive || P.S
Summary: Jealousy is a dangerous feeling when it controls over people, but if itâs mixed with lust, it might be just what you need.
Pairing: Park Seonghwa x ReaderÂ
Words: some of them
Genre: Smut
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A/N: I like writing for Seonghwa, even though he isnât my bias I feel like heâs the one that holds the vibes/looks/personality for the aesthetic I usually aim to. Enjoy xxđ
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 Seonghwa was a jealous man. He got very self-conscious when another guy or a girl started talking to you often, afraid he'd be replaced
 "Hwa, baby, you've been my best friend for five years, if I wanted to replace you I would have. The main spot is yours, okay?"
 It didn't matter how many times you'd told him the same sentence, it didn't matter how much you assured him he was the most important friend you'd ever had, he would still be very warry around other people that wanted to get closer to you, afraid you'd take more of a liking to them.
 One day you were strolling through the park after the two of you had seen the movie, giggling at each other's silly jokes. Seonghwa left you sitting in one of the benches, under the familiar apple tree you'd often meet up at, so he could go grab ice creams for the two of you.
 You were waiting for him, scrolling through your phone when someone called for you.
 "Y/N?" A familiar voice asked.
  You looked up to find an old friend of yours. He had grown up substancially since youâd last seen him and he was now a handsome, well-built man.
 "Wooyoung!"
 You stood up and hugged him, receiving an equally tight hug from the boy.
 He had been on your class throughout elementary school and for a good part of high school until he moved schools since he'd gotten a contract with a basketball team from another school.
 "How have you been? I haven't seen you in forever!" He asked you, wearing a bright smile as he stared at you.
 "I'm great! I'm really good, but I've missed you!"
 You punched his arm playfully, pretending to be mad he left you, and you both giggled.
 "Well Y/N, you look good..." He paused and inspected your body from head to toe, his eyes lingering on your exposed thighs for a little longer "Fuck, you look really good."
 You blushed a little at his comment and at the way his fingers twirled with the hem of your skirt.
 Wooyoung had become a really attractive man ever since you'd last seen him, and you were a little flustered about the dirty attention he gave you, yet you felt proud of it.
"You don't look so bad yourself." You told him with a playful smile playing on your lips.
 He chuckled at your little remark and pulled his hand away from you, shoving it in his pocket instead.
 "Think so?"
 You nodded and bit your lower lip slightly.
 "Well, what do you think about going out some time? We could grab some dinner and hang out back at my place?"
 The flirty look plastered on his face was making you feel something in the pit of your stomach. You didnât get a chance to reply, however. Someone snatched you away from Wooyoung, grabbing your wrist and pulling you along with them.
  You could recognize that black hair anywhere, and you sighed at the jealousy-fueled actions of your best-friend.
  âSeonghwa, come on! I was chatting to an old friend...â You told him, whining at his behavior.Â
  Seonghwa pinned you against the wall of the back of the public bathrooms, which you were just passing by.
  âChatting!? He was practically eye-fucking you.â
  You were taken aback by his tone. It was angry, aggressive, deep... His dark eyebrows had a frown and his eyes looked into you as if you had betrayed him.
  âSeonghwa you need to calm the fuck down. I told you that you are my best friend, I donât know why youâre so fucking insecure!â
  You were angry, and your eyes stared right back at his.
  âWhat!?â He yelled, incredulous at your accusation of him being insecure.
  âYou heard me! Iâve told you countless times what you mean to me! Yet youâre still jealous of everyone that gets near me and you act super possessive, itâs suffocating! Why do you do it, Seonghwa!?â
  His eyes scanned your features, his jaw was clenched and his breathing was uneven. It seemed as if he had a decision to take, yet he was uncertain. Ultimately, his hands grabbed your hips and pushed you harsher against the wall.
  âYou want to know why? This is why.â
  His lips smashed against yours and started moving roughly. His tongue grazed along your bottom lip.
  You were confused and torn between two mindsets. It was wrong. But why was it wrong? Why did this have to be wrong when it felt so right? Seonghwaâs hand gripping your thigh, his lips on yours, the neediness he was emitting... You were enjoying every bit of it and suddenly all of his jealousy and possessiveness made sense. He wanted to have you. And in your mind, you saw no wrong. He was your best friend, yes, but above that, he was also a beautiful man whom you trusted your life with. You tried to find a reason for it to be wrong, but couldnât.Â
  Your lips parted, giving Seonghwa the access he yearned for so much. Both of his hands were now on your thighs, and they moved upwards so his thumbs would brush over the hem of your panties.
  His soft lips kissed the spot below your ear and they trailed down your neck, leaving small kisses and bites. His fingers sneakily hooked around your underwear and tugged it down. Your hands immediately pressed against his chest and pushed him back slightly and softly. He looked into your eyes, lust dripping from every trace in his face.
  âSeonghwa... We shouldnât do this... not here.â You whispered.
  Seonghwa smirked and pressed a kiss against your neck.
  âIâll stop when you tell me to stop.â He whispered with a groggy voice and kept messing with your head.
  You loved the way he was touching you and you couldnât bring yourself to stop him or say anything, so you just moaned quietly and let yourself melt into his touch. Seonghwa chuckled against your skin.
  âDidnât think so either.â
  God, he was such a fucking brat...
  His hands pulled down your panties mid-thigh and his long fingers slid between your folds.
  âFuck...â You let our a breathy moan.
  Seonghwaâs lips met yours once more in a needy kiss, an attempt to silence your future moans as two of his fingers slipped into you.
  Your fingers gripped his hair, pulling him even closer to you as you whimpered into the kiss.Â
  Seonghwaâs digits pumped in and out of you faster, and your legs trembled. When he could feel you were close, Seonghwa pulled them out and licked them clean, always maintaining eye contact with you.Â
  Suddenly you heard footsteps, and a couple of hikers passed by you. The man and the woman eyed you weirdly, because of the suggestive position the two of you were in, but shrugged it off and walked away quickly.Â
  The thought of being caught caused Seonghwaâs erection to grow, and your wetness to spread. He quickly turned you around and pressed his boner against your ass. Seonghwa placed a couple of kisses on your neck.
  âDo you want this?â He asked, wanting to make sure he wasnât forcing anything onto you.
  âYes...â You moaned.
  Seonghwa fondled with his belt for a second before being able to unbuckle it. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down slightly along with his boxers, just enough for him to be able to pull out his cock.
  Seonghwa parted your legs and pulled up your skirt. He found your entrance and pushed inside you. You bit your lower lip and shut your eyes tightly, painfully containing your moans.
  Your best-friend waited for a second. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable.
  âM-move.â
  Seonghwa complied and gripped your hips. He started thrusting slowly in and out of you and soon the pace picked up. The man buried his head in the crook of your neck, trying to muffle his moans as well.
  âS-shit, you feel so good...â He whispered against your skin.
  You allowed a moan to escape your lips, as an incentive, and his thrusts became more violent.Â
  His cock hit a sensitive spot inside you and you felt your body go weak for a second.Â
  âSeonghwa Iâm going to cum...â You whispered.
  The man kissed your nape and kept his pace steady.
  âCum for me, beautiful...â
  This dominant yet caring side of Seonghwa turned you on beyond anything, and it didnât take long for you to climax with a moan that should have been quieter.Â
  Pleasantly taken by surprise by the loud noise and the thought of someone hearing you, Seonghwa came. His warm spurt hit your walls and filled you up. As he pulled out, you both tried to catch your breaths.
  You could feel his cum dripping down your thigh and so you slapped his chest.
  âSeonghwa, ew.âÂ
  He blushed with a little proud smile and pulled a tissue out of the pack he had in his pocket. Seonghwa cleaned you up and pulled your panties back up. He kissed your temple and you started walking back to his flat.
  âSeonghwa has a crush on me.â You sang and poked his side jokingly.
  He glared at you lovingly, pretending to be mad at your mockery, and grabbed a hold of your hand.
  âShut up! Or youâll get it harder.â
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â pairing: jeonghan x reader, wonwoo x reader, mingyu x reader, soonyoung x reader
â summary: when your coworkers come over for drinks, the night takes a not so unexpected turn.
âą genre/warnings: overstimulation, degradation, dirty talk, rough sex, anal, double penetration, little bit of boy kissing boy action (not much)
âą word count: 6.8k+
a/n: hello everyone!! so sorry it took me forever to post so hopefully this very long (and very sinful) smut makes up for it!! enjoy! :D
Today went by oddly slow for you. At your job, not very many people had come in to cash checks, open an account, etc. You sighed as you checked the time to see you still had over half an hour left until you could go home. Outside of your office you could see only one person talking your coworker at the front desk.
"Hey Y/N, you got a minute?" A voice said suddenly, when you shut your eyes for a quick second. It was your coworker and one of the first people you made friends with when you started working.
"Hey Mingyu! What's up?"
He walked inside of your office, "I was wondering if you wanted to come with me and a few other of my friends for drinks tonight? Since today's been really slow?"
"Sure! Who else is coming?" You replied, grinning.
"Just Wonwoo, and Soonyoung," Mingyu flashed a smile. "We can meet in the lot after work?"
"Sounds like a plan." You returned a smile to Mingyu as he left your office.
You were close with Mingyu and you only talked to Soonyoung once or twice for information on some accounts you were closing. You hadn't met Wonwoo yet and you were a bit nervous to. You pulled your phone out to text your boyfriend, Jeonghan.
[5:26 pm] You: hey baby! im gonna get some drinks with some friends after work, is that alright?
You and Jeonghan never really had an exactly "strict" relationship, per se. You weren't in a poly relationship, but not exactly a monogamous one either. Jeonghan didn't mind if guys looked, or touched, because he knew at the end of the day, you would still be his. He trusted you with his entire being and you never took advantage of that.
[5:27 pm] Jeonghan: girls or guys?
[5:27 pm] You: guys
[5:27 pm] Jeonghan: of course
[5:28 pm] Jeonghan: or
[5:28 pm] Jeonghan: you could bring the drinks to them?
[5:28 pm] You: what do you mean?
[5:29 pm] Jeonghan: invite them over, i wanna meet them
[5:29 pm] You: jeonghan dont be gay
[5:30 pm] Jeonghan: shut up haha, just come back home with them. plus i already miss you and i dont wanna spend anymore time alone
[5:30 pm] You: hmm, alright we'll see..
[5:31 pm] Jeonghan: heh, i love you baby
[5:31 pm] You: i love you too jeong, ill see you soon
It was finally closing time and you gathered your things, heading to the back towards the parking lot. You said goodbye to familiar faces and pushed the heavy door open. Just as Mingyu said, he and his two friends were waiting. You recognized Soonyoung but Wonwoo, was much more attractive than you were imagining. His hair was dark and slightly curly, round glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. Wonwoo was unbelievably handsome and you couldn't help but silently admire his looks.
"Oh, there she is- Y/N!" Mingyu said, snapping you out of your daze.
You blushed faintly as you walked towards them, looking down at the groundâmissing the way Wonwoo scanned over your body. "Hi," you spoke shyly.
"Y/N, this is Soonyoung," Mingyu gestured towards the latter as you two bowed your heads politely. "And this is Wonwoo."
You nervously bowed at Wonwoo also while he did the same.
"So, should we head to Lee's Bar downtown?" Soonyoung questioned, rubbing his hands together.
"A-Actually! Uhm, I was wondering if we could make a change of plans?" You interrupted. You continued when all three of the men looked at you, "I-I was thinking that we could just, head to my house? And drink there?"
The men all glanced at each other curiously. "How come?" Mingyu asked.
"Well, we wouldn't have to pay-"
"I'm in," Wonwoo said, earning a laugh from the other twoâand a slight giggle from you.
"Let's go!" Soonyoung said, skipping happily to his car.
...
The guys followed your car as you drove home, which gave you plenty of time to call Jeonghan and let him know that you four were on the way.
"Are they cute?"
You rolled your eyes as your boyfriend's laughter played in the background.
"C'mon, it's been so long since we had others join. Don't you think it'd be fun, kitten?"
"Jeonghan!" You exclaimed.
You heard Jeonghan laugh from the other line. "I'll see you at the house, kitten." Jeonghan ended the phone call, leaving you to internally, and not so internally, curse.
Damn him for turning you on.
...
"Wow, what a nice house!" Soonyoung shouted, closing his car door.
You forced a slight laugh, "Thanks." You headed up to the front door, fumbling to get your keys out.
"Are you okay, Y/N?" Wonwoo asked, putting his hand on your shoulder.
Before you could respond, the door unlocked and opened, revealing your boyfriend with a big smile on his face. "Hello!"
Mingyu, Wonwoo and Soonyoung had confused looks on their faces as they all looked at you.
"Uh, guys, this is Jeonghan, my boyfriend."
You all walked inside the house and introduced them all. Jeonghan guided everyone to the kitchen where he began getting out different assorted drinks you two had in your cabinets.
Mingyu pulled you to the side, "Is it okay for us to be here? I mean like- is your boyfriend okay with it?"
"Oh yeah! He actually, uh, suggested it. He wanted to meet you all."
"Oh? Okay, I was just making sure." Mingyu smiled, showing off his canines which made you internally gush.
You and Mingyu joined the rest, who were laughing and seemed comfortable already. Everyone sat around the island, some drinking beer, some drinking wine.
"So how long have you and Y/N been dating?" Wonwoo asked Jeonghan.
Jeonghan looked at you, smiling. "Two years."
You nodded as Wonwoo's eyes flickered between the both of you. What neither of you knew though, was how hot of a couple Wonwoo thought you two were.
...
As the night progressed, everyone got more relaxed and loose. Soonyoung got more giggly, Wonwoo more flirty, Mingyu more shy and Jeonghan more suggestive. And you? You just knew something was bound to happen.
"Alright! Let's play 21 questions!" Jeonghan slurred slightly, opening up another can of beer.
"I didn't know we were back in grade school." You joked. "We might as well play Spin the Bottle and Seven Minutes in Heaven while we're at it."
Jeonghan smirked, his hand wrapping around your waist. "Well, the night is still young."
The guys drunkenly laughed as Soonyoung grabbed an empty bottle of wine you all had finished earlier. "Okay," he said as he spun the bottle.
"Wait, are we playing spin the bottle or 21 questions?" Wonwoo asked, confused.
"21 questions dumb dumb!" Jeonghan shouted, followed by a giggle.
"Alright, alright I'm sorry." Wonwoo held his hand up in defense, downing a shot of vodka.
"I'll spin first!" Jeonghan leaned over the island and spun the wine bottle, landing on Mingyu. "Hm, Mingyu." He said, pausing. "How many people have you slept with?"
Mingyu's eyes widened. He stuttered, glancing between Jeonghan and you. "U-Uhm, I, I-I don't-"
"Jeonghan! We didn't say this was going to be dirty!" You punched his shoulder, making him wince.
"C'mon Mingyu, how many?" Jeonghan poked, taking a sip of his beer.
Mingyu hummed before answering a quiet "3."
"Aw, so cute Mingyu!" Wonwoo threw his arm around Mingyu's shoulder, kissing the top of his head as he struggled to get out of his grip.
Mingyu's cheeks blushed while he spun the bottle landing on you. "Uh, Y/N, ahem, are you, a virgin?"
You smiled amusedly, curious to why Mingyu thought you were.
"She was before she met me." Jeonghan informed, winking at Mingyu.
You pursed your lips into a thin line, as you took a large chug of wine and spun in return. "Soonyoung, have you ever had a wet dream?"
Soonyoung coughed loudly, his drink going down the wrong pipe. He held his chest as Mingyu patted his back harshly. You smirked as you finished off your drink, feeling as confident and suggestive as your boyfriend. "I-I, I don't know? Maybe?"
You smiled deviously, succeeding in making him flustered. Soonyoung spun the bottle, trying to hide the warmth that spread across his face. "Uhm, Jeonghan." Soonyoung hesitated before continuing, "Where's the craziest place you've, done it?"
Jeonghan couldn't help but smile whilst thinking of the place.
It was during the summertime last year when you and Jeonghan stayed with one of his friends.
You wore an outfit that was slightly revealing, knowing it would mess with Jeonghan.
What you didn't know though, was that it would end up with him dragging you into the bathroom and fucking you on the sink. He held his hand over your mouth because you two had to be quiet, which only turned the both of you on even more. His friend was just in the kitchen, feet away.
Jeonghan could still hear you cries of pleasure in his mind, your whimpers and whines trying their best to stay silent.
He remembered the day vividlyâa little too vividly. Â "A-Anyway!" Jeonghan said, twirling the bottle and feeling his pants get tight.
"But Jeonghan you didn't-" Soonyoung started.
"I SAID ANYWAY." Jeonghan retorted back as Soonyoung shrunk in his seat. The neck of the bottle pointed at you and Jeonghan smirked. "Y/N," he began.
Uh oh. You had a bad feeling about this.
"If you had to fuck anyone here, who would it be?"
The room fell silent. The guests' hearts felt as if they stopped.
Why would Jeonghan ask such a question?
Even if they thought it wasn't appropriate for Jeonghan to ask, they all still found themselves on edge for your answer. They all desperately wanted it to be them.
Your cheeks felt as if they were on fire, you probably looked like a tomato in front of your friends, and your douchebag, horny boyfriend. "I don't want to answer that." Was all you could manage to get out as you looked into your glass and took a drink, avoiding eye contact with any of the boys.
You wanted to absolutely vanish into thin air right then and there. You knew Jeonghan didn't have any shame in you confessing who you wish to have sex with. But having to choose between three of your friends? In front of them?
"C'mon babe, I know that you find at least one of them attractive in that way." Jeonghan stated, eyeing each of the boys.
"Jeonghan, you are seriously making me feel uncomfortable. I can only imagine how they must feel." You refused to make eye contact with anything breathing until you were alone.
"I wanna know.." You looked up, meeting Wonwoo's gaze. He was looking at you, like he had been this entire night.
Wonwoo thought it was adorable how confident you were just minutes ago compared to how flustered and shy you are now. "Come on Y/N, don't be nervous. We all wanna know."
With that, everyone else's confidence was restored and they all waited on your answer.
"I-I don't know," you stuttered.
It's not that you didn't know. Hell, it wasn't even because you didn't want to answer. It was just, how were you supposed to choose only one? How were you supposed to confess that you'd screw everyone here?
"We won't be offended." Mingyu said, raising his eyebrow whilst speaking.
"Okay," you sighed. You closed your eyes and nervously breathed in. "I don't know how to choose." You simply said and the boys all looked at each other.
"Well, like Mingyu said, we won't be offended." Soonyoung mentioned.
"It's not that," you paused and took another breath in. "I just can't pick only one of you."
Soonyoung, Wonwoo and Mingyu's ears all perked up.
"Huh?" Mingyu made a noise.
Jeonghan smirked as his plan started to come together.
"Uhm, w-what I'm saying is that I'd-"
"She's saying she'd fuck all of you guys, okay?" Jeonghan stated, nonchalantlyâopening yet another can of beer.
The room was still silent, aside from Jeonghan's slurping noises from next to you. You were actually kind of turned on, and so were the rest of the guys.
Jeonghan knew what everyone in the room wanted and he wasted no time in saying so. "Are we gonna all fuck or what? I'm getting kinda hard over here." You felt your cheeks getting warm at his question. Jeonghan took a few more sips and he exhaled loudly, standing up. "Come here kitten." He said, making your eyes widen in embarrassment.
"Jeonghan-" you began but he cut you off before you could finish. You were so flustered and for some strange reason, it turned you on. Jeonghan grabbed your wrist, taking you to the living room and the boys watched you two with their eyes.
Wonwoo turned to the other boys and mouthed, "Kitten?"
The two shrugged in response, looking back to you and Jeonghan.
"Jeonghan, what are you doing?" You hissed as he glanced over to the boys. They all looked at you both intensely, watching your every move and waiting for the next.
Smirking, he leaned down in your ear and whispered. "We're gonna give them a show." Jeonghan grabbed your chin and pulled your head closer to him, trapping your lips in a kiss. He held your jaw as you gasped in surprise. It felt wrong doing this in front of others, even though you've done it before. So, why did it feel so different now? How will things be after this? Will it be normal? Will things be awkward at work now?
All of those thoughts flew out of your mind when Jeonghan pushed his tongue into your mouth, making you moan softly. The boys all heard it and gulped, blood rushing down to all of their cocks. They watched as you and Jeonghan made out, seeing the different roles being played. You, of course, were the submissive and the fact it was so obvious how much power Jeonghan had over you, wasâto say the leastâextremely hot. Jeonghan had your face in his hand, him leading the kiss and you melting over it, following his steps. He grabbed your waist with his other hand and pulled you closer, making you feel his cock press against you. The others didn't know what to do, watching with drooling mouths and desperate eyes.
After you two made out for, what seemed like hours, Jeonghan pulled away. Both of your lips dark pink, glistening with each other's saliva. Jeonghan chuckled, "Get on your knees." You swallowed, his words affecting you to no end and you obeyed his command. Keeping eye contact, you lowered yourself to the ground and waited. "Watch and learn boys. Soon, you'll be able to be in this position. If you want to, of course." Jeonghan said to your audience. He began to unbutton his pants when midway he motioned his head to toward them to come closer.
Mingyu, Wonwoo and Soonyoung looked at one another, hesitantly standing up awkwardly. With their cocks hardening quickly, they moved slowly to the couch that was a couple feet behind you.
Jeonghan spoke to you in a hushed voice, "Look at how hard they all are already kitten." His eyebrow was raised, looking at the three and he shuffled out of his pants.
You looked back at them, noting the slight blush on their cheeks andâjust as Jeonghan saidâtheir stiff cocks, straining against their jeans. You bit your lip and took a leap of faith. "You guys can take those off if you want," you whispered, giving them all an innocent look.
Wonwoo was the first to move, smirking at you and undoing his belt. The others followed suit, making you smile to yourself. Jeonghan grabbed your chin and made you face him. He had his underwear on still, his hard cock evident against it. Jeonghan gave you a look, silently telling you to get going. "How about you show your little friends what that pretty mouth can do, hm?"
Nodding, you looked up at him as you slid your fingers underneath the waistband, beginning to drag them down his legs. Jeonghan's cock sprung out and you didn't hesitate to shuffle closer, kissing his head.
He hummed, running his fingers through your hair and gathering it all in a ponytail. Jeonghan mumbled, "Come on kitten, don't tease me."
You felt yourself blushing once more at Jeonghan using your pet name on you. You felt exposed now that they all knew you liked being called that. Doing as he said, you took Jeonghan's length in your hand and wrapped your lips around it. Jeonghan threw his head back, moaning and guiding your head slowly with his hand that held all of your hair. You stroked the part of his cock that you couldn't take, knowing already how to get Jeonghan close to the edge in minutes.
The others merely stared at you in awe. They all wondered how it must feel to be sucked off by you; from the way Jeonghan is moaning and groaning, it has be good. Mingyu bit his lip, swallowing and holding back his moans. Soonyoung was teasing the head of his cock, imagining he was Jeonghan instead and his hand was yours. Wonwoo stroked himself languidly, the tip an angry red; he's never been this turned on before in a long time. They all enjoyed watching you, the only noise filling the room being the pornographic sucking and gagging noises.
"Does it feel good?" Soonyoung asked quietly.
Jeonghan opened his eyes, looking at Soonyoung with half-lidded eyes. "God, yes. She always does." He took his lip between his teeth, looking back down at you.
You bobbed your head quick on Jeonghan's cock, slowing down when you started pulling off. An advantage of Jeonghan being completely whipped for you? Being able to get him off quicker than the average man because he enjoys what you do to him that much.
Jeonghan's moans started getting higher and more frequent, signaling that he was getting close. You took your hand and gently played with his balls, making him moan loudly. As best as you could, you took all of him in your mouth until his length hit the back of your throat. "Kitten," he rasped. "I'm gonna cum." Jeonghan threw his head back and his mouth opened, releasing a long, loud whineâcumming in your mouth.
You released his length with a pop noise and swallowed his cum, knowing it would please him even more. Jeonghan said and ran his fingers through your hair. "Such a good kitten for me." He smirked and leaned down to kiss you.
You whimpered as Jeonghan bit your lip and stood up straight, looking at the boys who were pleasing themselves. He walked over beside the couch they were on, in all of his naked glory. "How does another show sound, guys?"
They all glanced over at him.
"Another show?" Soonyoung questioned.
Jeonghan gave you a look and you nodded, knowing what he meant.
You unbuttoned your pants, slowly moving them down your legs. You thanked the Gods that you had shaved only a day beforehand. Making sure to keep eye contact with each of them for a few seconds, you stripped yourself of your clothes. Wonwoo kept stroking himself, feeling his cock get even harder as each piece of clothing landed on the floor. Mingyu wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he's had the biggest crush on you since you began working. And he's always admired the way you looked, even in work clothes. But seeing you like this, would be something he wouldn't forget for a very long time.
After you had stripped yourself of your clothes, you stood there only in your undergarments. You crossed your arms, feeling slightly self conscious in front of everyone.
"Can I touch her, Jeonghan?" Wonwoo asked suddenly.
"Yes, you can. You guys can do whatever you want with her, I know she'll enjoy it. Isn't that right, kitten?"
You gulped and hummed an approval, feeling like just a toy for them all to play with yet also a piece of art for them to worship. It made you feel a bit powerful also knowing that all of them were hard because of you and wanted to touch you, use you.
Wonwoo stood up, his cock against his stomach. You couldn't help but stare for a while, take note of the veins, length and his girthâwhich surprised you. "You like what you see, babygirl?" Wonwoo's voice sent a shiver up your spine and back down to your core. You crossed your legs, giving yourself a bit of friction between your thighs. He noticed and smirked, "Is that a yes?"
Wonwoo walked closer to you, intimidating you with his piercing eyes and dark stare. You nodded and he put his hand behind your neck, his mouth by your ear. "That's not an answer, sweetheart." His breath fanned your ear and neck, making you moan quietly. "She's easily flustered, yeah?" Wonwoo asked Jeonghan, yet still facing you.
"Oh yeah, definitely. Little kitten gets so shy whenever anyone does anything to her."
Wonwoo trailed his fingertip along your body, down your arm and down the front of your chest, creating goosebumps in its wake. "Is that so?"
"Wonwoo," you breathed out. "Please touch me." Your body was screaming and so was your pussy. You ached and wanted to be touched, badly. You weren't sure how much longer you could last without bursting.
"Needy, babygirl?" Wonwoo smirked and walked even closer to you that you could feel his hard-on pressing against your core.
You whined, slightly moving your hips to create more friction.
"Did your little pussy get wet from sucking off Jeonghan?" Before you could respond, Wonwoo's hand dipped between the two of you, between your thighs. His middle finger ran between your clothed folds, and he hummed. "You're soaked babygirl, you ruined your pretty underwear."
You whimpered at the feeling of Wonwoo's light touch, and also the way he talked to youâas if this wasn't his first time doing this with you. He seemed so natural and nonchalant about it all.
"You like it when your boyfriend watches other boys touch you?" His finger began rubbing you, stimulating your swollen clit. Wonwoo lowered his voice so only you were able to hear him, "Makes you feel like a slut, right?" Your eyebrows furrowed and you had to hold onto Wonwoo's shoulder. Lust clouded your mind and your knees grew weak, making him smirk at your reaction. "Go sit on the couch, babygirl."
You did, and it was then when you realized just how intently the other guys were looking at you. Mingyu's hair stuck to his forehead, Soonyoung's face was flushed and Jeonghan was, Jeonghan. All of the head of their cocks were red and you took a quick moment to admire the size difference, and girth difference. You were excited to say the least.
"Can you guys get on with it please? My boner is starting to hurt." Mingyu suddenly blurted out.
Wonwoo pushed you down on the couch, making you lay down. "Come join us then, little Gyu," he teased. Wonwoo's fingers hooked the band of your underwear and slowly pulled them down your legs.
"Fuck you." The latter retorted back while walking towards the both of you.
Wonwoo stood up, discarding your stained, damp underwear on the floor. "I mean, if you really want to." He got closer to Mingyu's face, challenging him.
Your clit throbbed at the scene. Wonwoo was more cocky and confident then you ever thought he was capable of, despite Mingyu having a couple inches on him. They both stared each other down, before Mingyu grabbed the side of Wonwoo's neck and slammed their lips together.
"Oh shit," You heard Soonyoung say on the side. Everyone's eyes widened as the two began making out roughly.
Gulping, you couldn't wait any longer and began touching yourself. You ran a finger up your folds, gathering your wetness and slowly inserting one inside of you. You bit your lip as you watched Mingyu and Wonwoo as best as you could before your eyes fluttered shut.
"Here, let me help you," a voice whispered next to you.
"Please," you mewled, whining, needing to cum soon.
Soonyoung grabbed your hips and turned you. He sat on the floor in front of your legs and lifted them over his shoulders. Without warning, Soonyoung's tongue entered you, making your back arch and cry out his name. He moaned against you, sending vibrations up your body. "Fuck angel, you taste so good." Soonyoung's tongue thrusted in and out of you, curling and poking. He sucked on your clit expertly and all you could do was spill out curses and chants of his name.
Wonwoo and Mingyu had stopped their harsh kissing once they heard you. Jeonghan, still sitting on the opposite couch, had his cock in his fist. He slowly stroked his length while watching how your face contorted and mouth open from how good Soonyoung ate you out. It turned him on to no end seeing all of them enjoy you so much. That was his girl.
Mingyu sat on the couch next to you and he couldn't help but smile darkly. You looked like a messâa pretty mess, to him. He leaned in and kissed you, muffling your cries of pleasure. Mingyu sucked on your lower lip as a request of entrance and you accepted. His and your tongues rolled together in a way that had both of your heads spinning. You tried focusing on his tongue in your mouth but failed, only paying attention to Soonyoung's tongue in your heat.
Wonwoo felt left out and joined the three of you, sitting on the opposite side of you and beginning to massage your breasts through your bra. You moaned inside of Mingyu's mouth loudly, feeling Wonwoo's fingers slip into your bra and pinch your nipples.
"F-Fuck, I'm gonna cum." You gasped when you pulled away from Mingyu.
"Go ahead princess," Mingyu said, pausing, "let go." He whispered in your ear, sending a tingle down your back and throwing you off the edge. You came on Soonyoung's tongue with a shout that had your back arching off the couch and mouth dropping open.
Soonyoung looked up at you from between your legs. "Good girl." He gave you a kiss on your clit, making you jolt.
You laid on the couch, your core feeling numb and mind clouded.
"Hey," Mingyu said, bringing you out of your ecstasy filled trance. "Think you can help me out now?"
Giggling slightly, you nodded and stood up. "You want me to ride you, Mingyu?"
"Fuck yeah." He gasped, gripping your hips tightly and bringing you closer to him.
Fulfilling his wish, you held onto his shoulders and balanced yourself, getting ready to straddle him. He laid down on the couch and you climbed on top of him.
Mingyu moaned when you rubbed your folds against his cock. "Oh my god, t-that feels so good," he purred. He placed his arms behind his head, watching your movements on his dick. You and Mingyu's moans mixed together in harmony along with the sounds of how wet you were.
"You two look so good," Jeonghan teased, walking towards the couch.
You looked back at him, hips still moving. "Do we?" Humming, you smirked at him and gave him a look.
Jeonghan bent his knee, leaning into the couch while his other leg stood planted on the ground. He tugged your hair back, "Yes you do, kitten. Are you enjoying the boys?"
You gulped as you looked up at him. "I-I am," you replied.
He hummed in response and let go of your hair, letting his hand wrap around your throat. "Ride him now kitten, stop torturing him."
Mingyu smirked, looking at the scene unfold above him while you nodded and did as Jeonghan ordered. Jeonghan kept his hand around your throat as you grabbed Mingyu's length and lined it up at your entrance. You moved his head against your pussy, making the both of you moan. Finally, you sank onto Mingyu's cock while Jeonghan watched from behind you. Mingyu groaned at the feeling of your walls around him. "Y-You're so tight," he said breathlessly.
You whimpered, "You're so big." Your hips began moving against his slowly. Mingyu was big. Bigger than Jeonghan and definitely the thickest among the group.
"Yeah? Is my cock filling you up, princess?" You moaned at Mingyu's dirty wordsâyou always loved it when Jeonghan talked like that, but hearing it from Mingyu's mouth turned you on even more. "You like that, don't you princess? I felt your little pussy clench around my dick when I said that."
"M-Mingyu," your loins felt like they were on fire. Mingyu's words were so lewd and uncensoredâand you fucking loved it. You didn't want him to stop at any moment. Pleading, you gripped his shoulders tightâfingernails beginning to dig into his skin.
"What's wrong, princess?" Mingyu asked when you started whimpering over and over again.
Your walls hugged his cock, the sounds of you riding him present throughout the room. You felt Jeonghan's weight on the couch disappear and be replaced. A hand pushed your back down, making you hunch over Mingyu's chest. That same hand trailed up your neck and his finger slid into your mouth. You sucked on it, muffling your whines as it swirled around, gathering your saliva.
"Good girl," the voice whispered by your ear. Suddenly, that finger prodded at your hole, pulling a yelp out of you.
"Soonyoung," you gasped as his finger entered you and you halted your movements on Mingyu's cock.
He laughed slightly, "Jeonghan told me you don't mind this, is that right?" You turned to find your boyfriend sitting on the couch, his cock in his hand and a shit-eating grin on his face. As you were about to respond, Soonyoung thrusted his finger deeper in you, cutting off your sentence with a loud moan. "I said, is that right?"
You nodded, your mouth agape as Mingyu slowly fucked up into your pussy. "Oh my god," you breathed shakily. "Y-Yes, i-it's true." That ball in your stomach began to heat up, feeling Soonyoung's finger curl in you and Mingyu's cock hit the deepest parts of you and stretching you out in the most delicious way.
"You better not cum yet, princess." Mingyu growled from under you.
"Please," you begged. Soonyoung added another finger inside you, making you yell that you were sure the neighbor's would hear.
Whilst trying your best to hold back your orgasm, Mingyu snapped his hips up in you. You screamed and accidentally came around him. Your thighs and body shook as your hands desperately grasped onto Mingyu so that you didn't fall on top of him. Your eyes rolled back, pleasure overtaking every single vein in your body.
Mingyu tsked, "Bad princess." He suddenly spanked you and fucked into you again, not giving you anytime to come down from your high. You moaned loudly as Soonyoung smirked and began fucking your ass whilst Mingyu abused your walls.
You couldn't even process what was happening, your mind elsewhere while you were merely getting fucked in each holes. You couldn't speak at all, even if you tried only pathetic whines would come out. Jeonghan and Wonwoo cooed at you, enjoying your desperate cries as you were being overstimulated.
"She's okay, right?" Wonwoo whispered to the older male.
He nodded his head, "She's had worse done to her." Jeonghan winked at Wonwoo and they both turned their attention back towards you, touching themselves.
"What's wrong, angel? Can't handle being stuffed so much?" Soonyoung teased, making fun of youânot caring that you weren't prepared to cum again.
You felt another orgasm gearing up quickly and you warned the two.
Mingyu caught Soonyoung's eye and inaudibly told him to stop when he said so without your knowledge. When he felt your walls pulse around him a second time, he looked at Soonyoung. Before you were able to release, both of the men stopped. Soonyoung's fingers slipped out of you while Mingyu stilled.
"W-Why did you stop?" You whined. Neither of them answered. You turned around to see Soonyoung dripping lube from a small bottle onto his cock. Gulping, you mentally prepared for Soonyoung to fuck you from behind while Mingyu fucked your pussy. The thought of having both of their cocks in you at once had your head spinning.
"Ready, angel?" Soonyoung asked you, holding onto your shoulder with one hand while his other guided his length. When you nodded, he slowly but surely eased his cock inside of you. You winced at the feeling and told Soonyoung to wait.
Rather than feeling Soonyoung move, Mingyu began to slide his cock in your heat to distract you and help you relax. When Soonyoung thought you were okay enough, he pulled out of you almost all the way and slid back in a bit quicker. "God, you feel so fucking good." Soonyoung hissed. He grabbed your hips and began to fasten his pace. The three of you all moaned in sync, when Soonyoung pulled back, Mingyu thrusted his hips up into you.
"I'm close," Mingyu said, moans gradually getting higher. He sped up his thrusts as Soonyoung kept his pace.
You felt your orgasm quickly approaching once again, the pleasure mixed with the pain of being stretched out made it all too much for you. You couldn't remember the last time you had experienced such euphoria coursing through your body and you loved it; you wanted more and more. You threw your head back, shamelessly moaning out both of the men's names.
Mingyu bit his lip, as he pushed his head back into the couch. With a loud, long moan, he came inside you, triggering your own orgasm. The both of you came while Soonyoung slowed down slightly. Mingyu smirked as he pulled out of you and watched his cum began to seep out as well. He shuffled from under you, moving to stand next to Wonwoo and Jeonghan.
"My turn?" Wonwoo questioned.
"She's all yours," Jeonghan replied, moaning slightly as he stroked himself quicker.
Wonwoo smiled as he sprinted over to you and Soonyoung. "Hey babygirl, ready to give me a hand?" He said, bent over to look at you face to face.
You merely nodded, whining every time Soonyoung thrusted all the way inside of you. You turned your head and opened your mouth, waiting for Wonwoo's cock.
"Tongue out." He ordered, touching himself as he got closer to you.
With your tongue outâas toldâyou waited and closed your eyes, feeling Wonwoo's length finally make contact with your mouth. Wonwoo ran his fingers through your hair, pushing you further onto himself. He groaned lowly, biting his lip and watching you from above.
"Don't forget I'm here too, angel," Soonyoung said from behind you. He gripped your shoulder and held your hip, fastening his pace.
You moaned around Wonwoo before releasing him, "I-I don't think I'd be able to," you replied.
"Yeah? Does it feel good, angel?" Soonyoung licked his lips, feeling himself getting close.
You hummed before continuing to suck off Wonwoo. You took as much as you could, the tip of his cock brushing the back of your throat, making you gag slightly and pull off. A trail of saliva connecting your mouth to the head of his cock.
"You're so good at this, babygirl," he leaned in closer to your ear. "How many cocks you think have been in that slutty mouth of yours? Hm?"
Soonyoung hissed when he felt you clench around him, capturing Wonwoo's attention. "You like being degraded, babygirl?"
You looked up at him with an innocent look. Hell yes.
Wonwoo stroked your cheek, pulling a piece of loose hair behind your ear before grabbing your face. "You like being treated a bit rough, don't you?"
Gulping, you nodded. You cried out when you heard a loud smack and felt a sharp sting on your ass. You glanced behind you, seeing Soonyoung staring you down, his eyes the darkest they've ever been.
"I asked you a question," Wonwoo said in a serious tone. He made you look at him in the eyes.
"Y-Yes I do. I-I like being degraded a-and treated rough," you managed to get out, holding back your moans in between your words.
"Good girl," he petted your hair. "Now, you're gonna take Soonyoung like a good slut while you suck me off. Okay?" Wonwoo informed you, feigning a soft voice, despite having entire control over you.
"Okay," you breathed.
Wonwoo's mouth opened, signaling you to do the same. He slid his cock back inside of your mouth the second you followed his action. He bit his lip and pushed your head all the way onto his dick, holding you in place.
Your eyes squeezed shut, tears pricking the corners as you tried to relax your throat and breathe through your nose. You looked up at Wonwoo, making him laugh mercilessly. "What's the matter? Can't take all of my cock in that little mouth of yours?"
Your clit pulsed with pleasure, his words flipping your stomach and making your pussy wet with need.
Soonyoung's cock twitched inside of you, getting turned on by how slutty you really are for every one of them. He looked at what was happening in front of him, building his orgasm up quickly. "You look so pretty with your mouth stuffed, angel." He cooed.
Wonwoo finally released his grip on the back of your hair again, and you pulled back, gasping for air. You coughed slightly, spit dripping down the corner of your mouth and a teardrop rolling down your cheek. "Such a good whore for us, aren't you, babygirl?" He purred, wiping away your stray tear with his thumb.
You quivered, feeling your own orgasm beginning to approach. "I'm gonna cum soon," you shuddered.
"Me too," Soonyoung panted, his breath hitching in his throat as he began to fuck into you faster than before.
"S-Soonyoung, fuck!" You cried out, gripping the arm of the couch and letting your body fall onto the cushion.
He slipped his hand between your thighs and found your clit, rubbing it harshly.
A moan ripped out of you, your back arching. You whined over and over again, feeling overstimulated but at the same time desperate for your release.
"Come on," Soonyoung huffed. "Cum for me angel." He slipped two of his fingers inside of you and began curling them, scavenging for your sweet spot.
You began to cry from how overstimulated you were, the ball in your stomach unraveling all over the place. You came hard on Soonyoung's fingers, eventually squirting ontoânot only his fingers, but the couch as well. You screamed as Soonyoung halted, cumming inside of you shortly after.
The three watching stood silently, mouths agape as they witnessed you squirt.
"I haven't seen her cum like that in a long time," Jeonghan rasped.
Soonyoung pulled his cock out of you, his cum dripping out and down the back of your leg.
You laid there, ass in the air and completely sensitive and worn out.
"Wonwoo, did you cum in her yet?" Mingyu asked suddenly.
"No, but, I think I'll give her a break." Wonwoo replied. "Maybe next time."
"Next time?" Jeonghan quirked his eyebrow. "You think I'm just gonna let you fuck my girlfriend again?" He said sternly.
"Well, I quite enjoyed my time here. I know they did and I'm certain she did as well. So, I'm only assuming we can make another arrangement sometime soon."
Jeonghan looked over towards you. You got up from the couch, limping to the group of men. "I would love to do this again. Please Jeonghan?" You cooed, pursing your bottom lip and holding onto his bicep.
He growled slightly, "Anything for my kitten." He kissed the top of your head. "Alright boys, you had your fun. Get your clothes and go, I gotta clean her up."
The other boys slightly cheered, happy there will be another time. They all took turns going in and out of your bathroom, cleaning up and pulling their clothes back on
Eventually, one by one, they all left you and Jeonghan's house, leaving the two of you to clean up.
...
Jeonghan ran a hot shower for both of you, allowing you to enter first. You moaned as the water hit your back.
"Have fun tonight, kitten?" Jeonghan asked, stepping in behind you.
You let out a soft "mhm," giving him a big grin.
"I'm glad, you were very good for all of them." He pulled you close to him, giving you a tight hug.
You giggled into his chest, "But Jeonghan, you didn't get to cum in me." You pouted.
Jeonghan chuckled, "Who said I wasn't going to?" He pushed you against the wall and grabbed your legs.
#this is the longest and dirtiest thing i have ever written in a LONG time#seventeen smut#seventeen imagine#seventeen scenario#jeonghan smut#jeonghan imagine#jeonghan scenario#wonwoo smut#wonwoo imagine#wonwoo scenario#mingyu smut#mingyu imagine#mingyu scenario#soonyoung smut#soonyoung imagine#soonyoung scenario#yoon jeonghan#jeon wonwoo#kim mingyu#kwon soonyoung#seventeen#jeonghan#wonwoo#mingyu#soonyoung
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Family Ties and Flirty Guys
âWhat brings you back here, Doctor?â Sam asked, making her blush a bit with the way he emphasized her new title.
âYou, for one,â Darcy told him, eyes looking him up and down approvingly. She was just as pretty and charming as he remembered and he didnât feel averse to picking up where they left off if she showed signs of being interested.
âOh?â He asked, smirking a bit.
âYeah,â she confirmed with a fleeting, almost nervous smile. âIâve heard of your exploits with Bucky lately and the unfortunate episode with the fake Captain America.â
Sam winced and Darcy sighed, eyes glancing at the shield in his hand.
âIt looks good on you,â she said simply.
âThanks,â Sam acknowledged. âBut why else are you here? Not that Iâm not happy to see youâŚâ
She chuckled awkwardly and he saw she was holding a file folder in her hand.
âSo, I was doing a little research into my family tree for funsies when I stumbled upon this.â
She held out a piece of paper and Samâs eyes widened.
âYou meanâŚ..â
âYep,â she confirmed proudly. âIs he here?â
âLast I saw, he was fishing with my nephews,â he told her. âWant me to take you to him?â
âSure, if itâs no trouble,â she said nervously. âIâd better speak up now before I chicken out. I hope he wonât think Iâm crazy.â
âI think heâll be elated to find out he has living family,â Sam told her seriously. âThe records you have make it pretty clear you can back it up.â
So, in a few minutes, Darcy was following Sam to the docks, where three figures were having the time of their lives. Bucky looked a lot different from the last time sheâd seen him, but he was joking and smiling with the kids, who were plainly having the time of their lives.
âWow. Heâs great with kids,â she commented.
âI know. They took to him pretty fast,â Sam admitted. âNever would have guessed it.â
âAre the two of youâŚ...okay?â She asked. âI remember your epic clashes back in the old days. But Steve was there to keep the peace.â
Sam looked thoughtfully off into the distance.
âWeâre in a better place, Iâd say. Weâve been able to finally have conversations that should have happened a long time ago. He can be a pain in the ass, but heâs a great guy. Never tell him I said that, though.â
Darcy laughed and Bucky suddenly noticed them.
âYou bringing girls home, Sam?â He yelled smugly, standing up and putting his hands on his hips. The boys giggled beside him.
âZip it, Barnes!â Darcy yelled back. âIf anything, Iâd take HIM home.
Buckyâs smile got even bigger and he rushed over to join them, grabbing Darcy in a hug.
âLewis! Long time no see!â
Darcy smiled as she was bodily lifted and twirled around before being set back on her feet.
âYeah. Right back atcha. I see you got tired of the hobo chic look.â
Sam snorted and Bucky chuckled, rubbing his head self-consciously.
âYeah. I got tired of hair flying in my face in a fight,â he explained. âSânot practical. But what brings you all the way out here, other than hitting on Sam?â
There were more giggles from the boys and Sam fixed them with a stern look before glancing at Darcy and leading the kids away to give her some privacy.
Darcy stood in front of Bucky, trying to find the right words to break it to him gently, but in the end the first thing that came out of her mouth was âYouâre my great-great uncle!â
Quite naturally, Bucky looked at her like she was off her rocker, and Darcy face-palmed with the hand that was not holding the paper.
âUmmm, here,â she sighed, handing him the paper. âItâs from the records I found when researching my family tree. I meant to ease into it, but my big ole mouth just went and got ahead of my brain.â
His eyes widened as he read it and a rather incredulous smile lit up his face.
âHere I was thinking I had no living relatives,â Bucky said in wonder. âNo wonder we were so in synch in our mischief making. Genetics.â
He hugged Darcy again, this time much longer. She could practically feel the delight radiating off of him and it made her feel very satisfied in the decision sheâd made. Back in the pre-Snap world, Darcy had befriended Bucky and roped him into her prank schemes against the avengers. He was super stealthy, so no one but Natasha ever knew who was really responsible for the terror rained down upon their friends. Their crowning achievements had included glitter on Steveâs helmet and shield, smiley faces on Tonyâs suit, and trick arrows that squawked like chickens when fired. (The look on Clintâs face!!)
âSo, should I call you Uncle James now?â She asked slyly, grinning at him again.
He groaned and shook his head decidedly.
âNo. That just makes me feel old,â he declared.
âWell, you technically are.â
âIn that case, respect your elders, young lady,â he said, wagging his finger and making his voice creaky. âOh, and get off my lawn!â
They doubled over laughing until Sam came back and shook his head at them.
âI hate to interrupt this charming family reunion,â he said dryly. âBut Iâd like a turn to catch up with Doctor Lewis here. We have some unfinished business.â
He looked at her meaningfully and Darcy fluttered her eyelashes. Sam was very good at saying a lot with one look, and she was liking what that said very much.
Buckyâs eyes narrowed and he looked between them suspiciously, clenching his metal hand a bit.
A woman appeared on the porch and suddenly, his whole demeanor shifted and he smiled an utterly charming smile and strolled toward her.
Sam groaned and face palmed.
âHe seems smitten,â Darcy remarked, eying the way Bucky was chatting up the woman, whom Darcy guessed was probably Samâs sister. Sheâd never met her, but heâd mentioned her quite a few times.
âUnfortunately.â Sam snorted. âI warned him not to flirt with her or Iâd feed him to the fish, but does he listen? No!â
âWell, I guess youâll get some good payback if he sees you flirting with his great-great niece,â Darcy suggested, a very sly expression in her blue eyes. âAnd lay it on thick. I want to scandalize him.â
âMan, Iâve missed you,â Sam stated, grinning evilly as he pondered how awesome Darcy was and how he could annoy Bucky the most.
âAnd Iâve missed you, too,â she told him, giving him the hug sheâd been wanting to for a long time.
They talked outside for a long time, discussing Darcyâs journey to getting her doctorate and the adventure in Westview, and Samâs struggle with the legacy of the shield and the mess with John Walker.
Darcyâs eyes were wet when heâd finished and for a moment she didnât say anything, just stood there in supportive silence.
âThat is a LOT. Wow, Sam.â
She shook her head, then stepped forward and poked him in the chest.
âThe world needs more heroes like you, and thatâs the truth. You, Sam Wilson, are a good man. Steve knew that and the rest of the world is going to know that too.â
Before Sam could respond to this, a voice yelled out, âSam! Donât make her stand there all day! Bring her in and introduce us!â
âSarah?â Darcy asked, with a knowing smile.
âYup,â Sam sighed. âAnd that was her mom voice, so weâd better get going.â
When they made it inside, Bucky was helping Sarah put dinner on the table and being far too friendly about it, in Samâs opinion. Before he could give his friend a quelling death glare, he felt a soft hand wrap around his arm as Darcy scooted in close.
âRemember the plan?â She whispered, giving him a flirtatious smile.
Sam swallowed hard. He wasnât sure it was such a good plan now, but he found he wasnât willing to object, so he smiled right back at her and went along with it.
Darcy was a big hit with the rest of the Wilson family and soon had the boys captivated as she told the story of how sheâd met Thor and tased him.
âAnd how did you wind up meeting these two?â Sarah asked, nodding at Sam and Bucky, who were currently engaged in another stare down. Bucky had caught Sam holding Darcyâs hand and had nearly turned purple. Darcy thought it was both hilarious and adorable how protective both men were being.
âI met Sam when sad puppy Steve brought him in after the whole mess in DC. I was visiting one of the Avengers facilities and saw him swooping around and oh, boy, I was Very Intrigued, to say the least.â
She winked suggestively at Sam, who smirked.
âI met Bucky here a few months later when he was on his Destroy All Hydra bases rampage and he happened to hit the one I was held hostage in. Normally, Iâm pretty good at being self-rescuing, but Hydra is Hydra. He found me in the Nick of time.â
She gave Bucky a grateful look, and he nodded in acknowledgment, both feeling even more thankful for the rescue now.
âSounds like youâve had a lot of adventures, Darcy,â Sarah commented.
âYeah,â Darcy chuckled. âIt would probably be better for my nerves and blood pressure if I just hung around non-superheroes, but Iâve become too attached to them. Theyâre just so darn irresistible!â
She looked up at Sam with an exaggerated adoring smile and he gave her back a look that had her getting hot all over.
Bucky glowered and paid Sarah another compliment.
And so on it went until Sarah shooed the boys off to bed and Darcy was on the porch standing between Sam and Bucky, who were both piling up the spoken and unspoken threats.
âIf you hurt her, Wilson, Iâll go full Winter Soldier on your ass!â Bucky growled.
âOh, yeah? And if you hurt HER, I will drop your ass from five hundred feet, THEN feed you to the fishes!â Sam shot back.
âDown, Boys!â Darcy soothed, laying a hand on each of their arms.
âSarah and I are perfectly capable of kicking the butts of whoever hurts us, but somehow, I donât think either of you will. Now, can we all peaceably say goodbye, so I can give my man a Goodnight kiss?â
Grudgingly, the men shook hands and Bucky gave her a huge hug.
âLook me up when you get back to New York,â she told him. âIâve got some old photos you might want so see.â
âI sure will, Darcy. Thank you. This means so much to me,â he said earnestly.
When Bucky had gone around to the back, Sam moved in close.
âWere you serious about that Goodnight kiss, Lewis?â He asked.
âVery serious,â Darcy grinned, rising up on tiptoes as he leaned down. It was a very good thing Bucky left, she reflected afterwards. Sam sure knew how to make a girlâs knees weak!
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Johnny Lawrence Imagine - Part 2
Authorâs Note: Hi! Real quick, this can easily be read as a separate imagine but some sweet people wanted a part 2 and I had a fun idea like this in mind so here it is! Enjoy! đ (P.S. - I like to add gifs to my imagines for visuals and I couldnât find ones I really wanted, so I made them for you guys!)
Summary: Johnny, your friend and crush has been checking up on you almost nightly since you sprained your ankle, but he suddenly stops, leaving you to wonder why, which leads to a sweet surpise at the end.
Your sprained ankle was probably one of the best things to happen to Johnny. He used your injury as an excuse to visit you more and youâd be lying if you said you didnât enjoy it. Youâve been taking on less hours at work temporarily, as well as putting your painting project on hold for awhile till youâve healed. Though you had books, Netflix and some smaller projects to keep yourself busy, you felt bored at home. Johnnyâs visits were not only a distraction from your pain but it excited you to have your friend, and crush, go out of his way to make sure you were okay.
At first, his visits, if you can even call them visits, were short. The first time he knocked on your door was a surpise. It was late, he had just left the dojo and went straight to your apartment.Â
âHey.â You grinned, opening the door to see Johnny twisting his keys in his hands.
âHey Y/n,â he smiled, âJust wanted to see how you were doing.â His fingers gesturing to your foot.
You looked down, leaning on your other foot. âOh, better actually, still kinda wobbly sometimes but good.âÂ
He nodded.Â
âJust came from the dojo?â
âYeah, practiced some flying elbows today, the kids are learning fast.â he smiled
âAny bloody noses today?â You giggled
âJust one this time.â He chuckled.
The two of you smiled at eachother before he glanced back down at his feet and back at you to wish you a goodnight. The following nights were just about the same or even shorter if you happened to be on the balcony when he passed by - he would wave and ask how you were. One night he surprised you with your favorite ice cream. You were surpised not only by the gesture but that he had remembered it from a conversation the two of you had several months back.
You opened the door to see him in his red and white plaid shirt holding your favoite ice cream in one hand and a grocery bag in the other.
âHey.â You beamed
âHey, I thought you could use a treat.â He smiled, holding up the ice cream.
âOh my god, thank you! Thatâs so sweet.â He looked down with a smile and rosy cheeks.You grinned with butterflies racing in your stomach as you grabbed the ice cream.Â
âI could use some help digging into this...if youâre not busy.â Your invitation surprised both you and him. The two of you had known eachother for several months already but whenever you saw eachother or hungout, it was outside of the apartment complex, or outside of your door.
âYeah, love to.â He spoke eagerly trying to contain his jittery grin.
***
Several hours later, now 3:00am, the ice cream was halfway finished and the two of you were laughing at a story of his. You swiped tears from the corners of your eyes.Â
âAh man,â His chuckle faded as he shook his head. âGood times.â he smiled to himself.
You chuckled, smiling at him. You scanned his face. He seemed to really miss the old days, you couldnât blame him, everything is so different now. The two of you had eventually realized the time, in shock that you had been conversing for so long. You had thanked him again for the ice cream before the two of you said goodnight and parted ways. The following days remained the same, minus the ice cream.
***
A week or so had passed since Johnnyâs last visit. You had to admit, you felt disappointed. Maybe youâve grown too accustomed to seeing him frequently, but you couldnât help but enjoy his company. You had learned so much more about each other on a general and deeper level. You shared so many laughs, it was fun...what the hell happened. Maybe you got awkward a few times, you couldnât help it, you were friends but he was ultimately still your crush.Â
You dismissed these overthinking thoughts as best you could. You hated to dwell on nonsense, it didnât solve anything. At the end of the day, you were both busy with other things, youâll see eachother when you see eachother.
***
Little did you know, Johnny had spent the week going on failed dates. He had been so wrapped up in Cobra Kai, Miyagi Do, his personal life and his feelings for you, he didnât know how to balance it all. Eventually, the dojo drama died down, at least for a couple days. His student, Miguel, had suggested he try out some dating apps. He wasnât keen on the idea for two reasons, he hates technology and he still had a huge crush on you. However, the puppy dog look struck a cord with Miguel, though he would never admit it, and he gave in. He figured it would be a fun way to hangout with the kid and maybe even find some hot babes along the way.
***
Date after date, Johnny struck out every time. He was convinced he was not the problem until he held a conversation with Miguel about how terrible the dates were going, soon realizing that maybe he was âoccasionallyâ an idiot. Â
âSensai, maybe you guys just arenât compatible.â
Johnnyâs eyes met the kidâs sincere ones.
âI know these hot babes are - hot, but you should look for someone that not only likes the same things you do, but that balances you and makes you feel good about yourself.â
Johnny had nodded at the kids words. The boy went on to talk about his ex but Johnny had long tuned out. He patted the kid on the back and thanked him before heading out the door and leaving the boy in his living room.
***Â
His knuckles met your door twice and were placed back in his pockets. He had the only smirk plastered on his face as he waited for you. He looked up when he heard the creak of your door.
âOh, hey.â You said, surpised but pleased.Â
âHey.â He smiled stupidly. The nerves in his hands started to spark his realization of how nervous he was to just see your face. He forgot how it felt to have a crush.
âWhatâs up?â You asked, confused.
âShit!â He thought. It had just hit him - he was so damn giddy that he didnât even prepare anything to say.
âUm, I just wanted to see how you were doing. I hadnât seen you in awhile - I missed your company.â He gulped, trying to play it cool as his heart increasingly sped.
You blushed, smiling at his honesty. âI still have some ice cream leftover,â you pushed the door so it would open more. âFinish it with me?âÂ
He smiled with that classic Lawrence smirk.
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The two of you had spent the last 20 mintues digging into the ice cream, flirting with your eyes and making conversation about how each otherâs weeks have been. You felt bold, bubbly and happy that he came to see you again. He felt just as excited and nervous. Once your conversation started to die down, he was back to staring at you with flirty eyes as he spooned the ice cream back in his mouth. You did the same, but broke eye contact when you felt the heat from your face start to rise.Â
âSo,â He started, swallowing his last bit of ice cream, licking his lips before speaking again. You watched, awaiting his words patiently as you twirled the spoon on the empty ice cream tub.Â
âI was hanging out with Miguel today,â you smiled at the mention of the boyâs name, he was a sweet kid and you knew he meant a lot to Johnny. âAnd he said something that kinda stuck with me.â He met your eyes again.Â
You raised an eyebrow in response, âOh yeah?â
âYeah.â His left index finger tapped the spoon sitting in his right hand. He hesitated before continuing on. âDonât be a little bitch.â he told himself.
âWe were talking about - life - and he said, when finding someone to be with,â his eyes met yours once more, âyou should be with someone that can balance you. Someone that makes you feel good about yourself.â
Your breath hitched. The way he looked at you when he spoke, you didnât want to be disappointed, but you were sure this was the moment youâve been hoping for.
âWeâve known eachother for a few months now,â He continued, lightly chuckling nervously to himself as he fiddled with the spoon. âBut I want to get to know you more,â he looked up at you, his face was serious as if to convince you of how truthful each following word was. âBecause what I know already is so wonderful.â The two of you stared at eachother. He watched as you smiled at the ground, cheeks pink and hair being tucked behind your ear. He smiled at your cute reaction to his words. Your eyes met his again. He watched as a small smile appeared on your soft face and he couldnât help but feel a sense of elation fill his body.Â
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The Lust Demon Familiar
John x Demon / Familiar!Reader
âWait. So youâre saying it wasnât the warlock?â Ava asked Nate and Charlie as they explained what had happened during their recon mission.
âLook, Iâm telling you it was the warlockâs magic. But it wasnât him. Nate was there with him the whole time!â Charlie insisted. Nate agreed and explained when heâd seen happen, which really wasnât very much.
âSo there is something using the warlockâs powers to summon demons and other creatures to this town?â Sara asked slowly, throwing the idea out. She cocked her head before turning to look at Constantine who was looking unnervingly thoughtful.
âThere is only one creature I know that can do that.â He said after a while.
âWhat is it?â Ray asked quickly.
âThatâs a difficult question to answer, mate.â Constantine said as he pulled a cigarette from behind his ear and twirled it between his fingers as he turned to face Sara. âI do have a friend I could ask though.â
âWhen did you get friends?â Sara joked as she walked past him.
âIn fairness she isnât exactly a friend. Haven't seen each other in a while.â John admitted.
âOh well Iâm sure this will go great!â Ava exclaimed.
Constantine raised his eyebrows as if he agreed with Ava and glanced over at Gary. âThink I could borrow you for some magic assistance.â âOh I would assist you with anything.â Gary said before blushing as the Legends gave him an odd look.
âGrand. Iâll be needing your help too. The beast weâre summoning tends to ignore me till she wants a favour. Poor thing is a sucker for authority.â John said as he looked over at Ava.
âWell I suppose someone should be supervising.â Ava agreed. John led the way, Gary following him out of the room, close at his heels.
âGood luck babe.â Sara said with a light chuckle to her tone. She kissed Avaâs cheek before Ava left the room. âThe rest of us can start looking into what's happening more closely.â
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âSo why are we at your mansion and what are you summoning?â Ava asked as John finished up the magic drawings and runes on the floor. Gary had directed each one and theyâd talked for at least twenty minutes about positioning of runes. It had gone over Avaâs head but she appreciated how difficult getting it exactly right must have been.
âThere are very few things that can use a warlock's powers in the way our Nate and Ava described. Iâd bet my last cigarette that itâs a kind of familier.â
âA familiar! Like black cats and toads!â Gary asked with an excited expression on his face.
âNot always. Any animal will do for a powerful warlock. Sometimes theyâre a specific type of demon that you can summon to serve you in exchange for the life of⌠well a pet that is spoiled rotten.â
âSo youâre going to summon this, demon⌠familiar?â Ava asked reluctantly as she watched John lead Gary into the circle and sit, both holding hands.
âNo. Weâre going to summon mine.â
âYou have a familiar! Whatâre they like?â Gary asked, cutting off Constantine who had started chanting.
âShe was the runt of her family, so to speak, took her in so she wouldnât die off. Something she doesnât like to be reminded of. Small sweet little thing in a good mood. But you mark my words mate. You piss her off; she'll have your throat in her teeth before you realise her mood has changed. Had to lock her away the last time she lost it. Might have left her for too long.â
Ava wanted to question if this was a good idea. But she recalled the people being attacked and kept quiet as Gary and Constantine chanted. There was a glowing between the two of them and the smaller circle in the center became so bright she looked away. When they were done there was a loud hiss and something small and black shot out of the room.
âDo excuse me. I need to go and grovel to my cat.â Constantine said when it didnât come back in.
Ava rolled her eyes as he left and shook her head. âI hope this works.â
â(Y/N)?â Constantine called as he started looking through the rooms of his home. A low hiss drew him to the room you were in. Seeing you perched on the fireplace, glowering at him. âAlright love, no need to be snippy.â
He stepped back when you hopped off the fireplace with a gentle thud and shifted into your human form.
âWow!â Constantine turned to see Gary and Ava looking into the room, curiously staring at you. âShe changed! Did you see that. Incredible.â
âWell finally someone who appreciates me.â You almost purred, smiling at Gary who started sputtering and backing away when he realised you were completly naked.
âAlright now! No need to scare him off.â Constantine scolded.
âOh! Of course. How could anyone pay me a compliment. I forgot Iâm some awful demon monster that needs to be locked up!â You spat out at Constantine, squaring up to him.
âHey now! You brought that upon yourself when you started attacking people.â
âYou blabbed about my being a familiar to a bunch of wanna be warlocks! They didnât even know about familiers.â
âThat doesnât sound like her fault, if anything it sounds like you started it.â Ava said. She looked alarmingly nervous when you actually purred and stroked a finger up her arm, across her shoulders and down the other as you circled her.
âI like this one.â You muttered smiling when she tried to maintain eye contact and not look as nervous as she felt.
âAlright, enough of this.â Constantine said as he shrugged off his coat and draped it over your shoulders. âI need you to help me find another familiar.â
âNo.â You said and started to leave. Constantine muttered a few words and the next thing you knew youâd walked into a brightly lit metal room. Turning slightly you could see a group staring at you.
â(Y/N) this is Sara Lance, and the Legends.â Constantine said as he, Ava and Gary followed you through.
âHi!â Ray said as he went to shake your hand. You purred batting your eyes as you used his outstretched hand to pull him close. His eyes went wide and he glanced at Constantine.
âCareful with this one, half lust demon.â Constantine warned Ray who backed away quickly while you giggled at his reaction.
âIâm not helping you.â
âNot right now youâre not. However as you master youâre going to help me because I command it.â
âI thought you were the one that liked to get bossed around.â You said casually as you stepped close enough to Constantine that he leant back and smirked down at you. âAt least that's what Lucy told his demons.â Sara spat out a laugh she tried to hold back and turned away from the two of you.
Constantine frowned at you as you spotted Charlie and smiled, swaying your way to her. She grinned at the attention and watched you curiously. âWell hello there. Whereâve you been hiding?â
âJohnny locked me away and Iâve been so bored.â You said with a flirty breathless tone.
âWell that seems just awful.â
âAlright, you can play when youâre done. I need your help.â John said as he snapped his fingers. The Legends, except Charlie, and Ava all hopped back in surprise when you returned to your cat form. You hissed at John as he picked you up, smacking him in the face with your thrashing tail for good measure.
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âIâm only helping you if you let me go!â You snapped. Constantine had managed to lock you to a spot in the library and convinced you at the very least to wear one of his shirts. Back in your human form, all you needed was to be let go so you could stretch your legs and explore.
âI can let you go if you really want love, but you won't be around long enough to appreciate it.â He warned as he flipped through a book that had the names of all familiars that were sworn to warlocks.
âIf you lock me back up in that horrid house again Iâll eat that nervous one. I bet heâd let me go.â You said to yourself, lounging as best you could in the small spot on the floor.
âYou harm a hair on Garyâs head Iâll be sending you to hell.â
âHey, Sara found some more information that might help you.â Nate said as he stepped into the room. He tried handing Constantine the papers he had in his hand but missed when you rolled over, biting your lip and swinging your legs as you batted your eyes.
âEasy there mate. Sheâll rock your world but leave you with some pretty nasty scratches.â Constantine said as he held his hand out.
âOh! No. I wasnât. I didnât. I um.â Nate spluttered as he shoved the papers in Constantineâs outstretched hand and almost ran out of the room.
âThese people are fun to play with Johnny. Canât you just let me out for a little while.â You tried pouting and batting your eyes. It would have worked. But he gave you a casual look and shook his head.
âSorry sweetheart but itâs work before pleasure here.â
âOh I donât need your permission to have pleasure.â You purred and ran your hand down your body as you rolled to your back. Constantine snapped his fingers and walked over to you, seeming to have found the spell he was looking for.
âLook sweetheart. This bastard is hurting people. I know deep down you want to help. Besides. Help me and I will be your magical wingman. We can have a rager. Charlie, the shifter can come, whoever you want but you have to help me first.â As he spoke heâd picked you up and scooped you into his arms, you rubbed against his chin, enjoying the feeling of his stubble. He found just the right spot to itch.
âThis is⌠weird. You need a moment?â Sara asked from the doorway.
âJust a little sweet talking.â He said as he set you down on his chair, changing you back. Saraâs eyes went wide and she spun around when you were suddenly, human shaped and naked again.
âItâs this one.â You huffed and pouted at him. Sara slowly glanced back when he snatched up the shirt youâd been using, tossed it your way and Constantine took the book to show it to her.
âYouâre sure. She doesnât seem to like you.â
âCovered myself in catnip. Poor thing canât resist it. Now, let's get going. I need to get back to my cat before she gets mad at me.â
Sara glanced at you, seeing you curled up in Constantineâs chair, napping under his shirt. âSheâll be ok like that?â She asked and he nodded, fumbling in his pocket for his cigarettes.
âOh yeah, nap for a couple hours. Although Iâll need to be back before she does wake up. Lust demons get a little frisky when it comes to large doses of catnip. Everyone is her type and I did promise her some fun and unless everyone here wants to get some, weâre probably best dropping her for some time at the peak of the sexual revolution so she can calm herself down.â Constantine winked at Sara as he passed her on the way to the brig.
âGood for her.â Sara muttered, recalling Ava saying how awful she felt for you, being locked up by Constantine for defending yourself.
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