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actuallysaiyan · 4 years ago

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Hey sweetie!! ♥️ Wanted to say that I LOVED your virginity loss headcanons so much! I was wondering if I could get the same theme (loss of virginity) but with Kakashi, Yamato, Tobirama, and Iruka?? 👀

Thank you! I love you! Keep up the good work!! 😊

Word count: 2,160 Pairings: Kakashi x reader, Yamato x reader, Tobirama x reader, Iruka x reader Warnings: Unprotected sex, virginity loss, swearing and creampies...the usual suspects ;)

Kakashi can be a bit flustered, but rest assured he loves you and wants you to have a good time. He’s attentive and sweet.

He kisses you slowly, his tongue sliding into your mouth and making you get wet. You’re very excited to lose your virginity to him, and he’s definitely excited about taking it.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n.” he pants as you lean over to palm him through his pants. He’s already rock hard and ready for you, but he wants to give you an orgasm before you even fuck.

Kakashi takes his time removing your clothing, eyeing your beautiful body and he literally can’t help but grow harder as he sees you in the nude.

He whispers something to himself under his breath, and you become a little timid. Kakashi reassures you with a sweet kiss, while his fingers play with your nipples.

As he pulls and twists on your nipples gently, he starts to kiss down your neck and sucks on your collarbone. You squeal when he bites on your breasts, but he’s quick to kiss it to remedy any pain you felt.

His fingers trail down your body, making your hair stand on end. You feel so sensitive to all his touches, and he’s making you feel so aroused.

Once he reaches your pussy, you can’t help but buck up into his touch. He chuckles at your neediness, but he kisses your neck while he slowly slides his finger into you. It curls up against your g-spot and you let your eyes flutter shut at the pleasure.

His name falls from your lips as Kakashi fingers you, loving the way your virgin cunt pulses against his fingers. He’s going to absolutely love stretching you out and claiming you for himself.

He kisses you once more, and then he makes his way down to your budding little clit. He takes it into his lips and sucks softly, twirling his tongue around it and making you edge closer to your climax.

You grip his hair as he laps at your pussy, his fingers never letting up their constant pace. Your orgasm bubbles up in your stomach, making you gush all over his face. Kakashi licks up your juices, smirking as he tastes you.

It’s not long before Kakashi sheds his clothing and climbs on top of you. He’s kissing you slowly, passionately and playing with your sensitive clit. Kakashi is growing hard at your wetness.

“Are you ready?” he asks as he looks into your eyes. You nod at him, dizzy from the lust that’s invading your mind.

Kakashi spreads your legs, and then he wraps them around his waist as he pushes himself into your tight little pussy. HE groans at how tight you feel. It’s so warm...so inviting.

Kakashi starts up a slow and sensual pace with you, caressing you and kissing you. He praises you and tells you how much he loves you, while you start to thrust against him and moan.

You’re a moaning mess beneath him as his fingers rub your clit to get you to where you need to be. Your eyes roll back in your head as Kakashi keeps hitting your sweet spot, and when your walls pulse and contract around him, Kakashi knows he’s about to be spent.

He moans as his cock throbs deep within you, and he pumps you so full of his cum. He’s feeling so satisfied…

Yamato is so flustered. He doesn’t know everything about sex, but he is willing to please you. He wants you to have a good time, and besides, he’s a virgin too.

He’s slow at kissing you, but he does have his hands in your hair and he’s making sure you’re okay with everything he does. He really doesn’t want to mess this up.

You both tentatively remove each other’s clothing slowly, observing one another’s bodies as more skin appears. Yamato places sweet kisses to your neck, breasts, thighs and calves. He loves every part of you.

You climb on top of him, and you kiss a wet trail from his lips down to his lower stomach. Yamato freezes when you take his cock into your hand, and he loses his mind when you start to take him into your mouth.

It’s warm, it’s wet and Yamato needs to focus on his breathing so as not to cum right away. You bob your head up and down as your cheeks hollow out. When he hits the back of your throat, he fists the sheets below him.

“P-please,” Yamato whines, so you release him with an audible pop. He shudders at the erotic sight of you jacking off his cock.

Yamato switches the positions, and he climbs onto you. He takes his time kissing you all over, and when he gets to your wet pussy, he drools. It’s so pretty and smells so fucking good.

He moans when he tastes you for the first time. You quiver as he begins licking your clit, and his fingers slide into you with ease. It just feels so right.

He loves the sounds you make. “Moan for me, baby. I love the way you sound,” he doubles down on his efforts and you can feel the coil in your stomach tighten.

When you fall off the edge, Yamato laps up all your tasty juices. The way your cunt pulses around his fingers makes him instantly harder. He needs to be inside of you.

He wraps your legs around him and asks if you’re ready. You nod up at him, and he eases himself into you. Yamato pants as he feels how tight your pussy is. It’s almost too much

“F-fuck...your pussy is so tight, baby. I don’t know if I can last long,” he confesses, but you only kiss him. You don’t care if he cums quick, you just care about sharing this sweet moment with him.

Yamato moans the whole time, the experience proving to be one of the best things in life. He loves giving you pleasure, but your pussy is just milking his cock and it’s driving him insane.

He picks up his pace and drills himself into you, sending you over the edge once again. With your walls fluttering around his cock, he cums inside you with a cry.

Yamato doesn’t want to pull out, he just wants to hold you with his cock and cum deep inside you.

Tobirama can be stern, and he’s generally pragmatic. He doesn’t always have time to spend with you, but he wants to show you how much you mean to him.

When you tell him you’re still pure, he is instantly interested. Tobirama has had a few flings, but nothing this serious. He wants to claim you, but he needs to show restraint. He can’t just ravish you.

He brings you into the bedroom late at night, and he kisses you to silence your nervous giggles. His hands caress you, leading you down onto the bed. You groan as he starts to remove your clothing.

“So eager, aren’t you, kitten?” he asks in a serious tone, but there is a mocking undertone. You nod at him, biting your bottom lip as he undresses you fully.

His hands come to your breasts first as he cups them, and his fingers manipulate your erect nipples. He’s a little nervous himself, but he needs this. You know he needs it just as much as you.

Your hands find their way into his hair as he sucks on your nipples and makes you wet. You’re grinding against him as he continues his affections.

“Are you ready for the next part?” His voice is still stern, but his eyes are alight. He needs to taste you now, and he can feel the bulge strain against his underwear.

Before leaning down to lick your pussy, Tobirama undresses himself. Your eyes greedily take in his gorgeous form. He’s so well toned and so sexy.

He kisses your inner thighs, making you anxiously await his ministrations. His hot breath on your pussy makes your hair stand on end, and finally he licks a stripe from your weeping hole to your clit.

“You taste very good, kitten.” He praises as he goes back to lapping at the juices you’re producing. You’re gripping the sheets below you, and Tobirama slides one of his fingers deep inside you.

Your head falls back onto the pillow as your mouth opens up in surprise. All that comes out of you are little squeaks of pleasure as Tobirama brings you over the edge. He smirks as you drench his face with your juices.

Once you ride the final wave of your high, Tobirama climbs back on top of you. He kisses you sensually, and you taste yourself on his lips. Between you, he guides his cockhead to tease your quivering little cunt.

“You’re going to be so tight,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone. He eases the head into your virgin pussy, and he’s having a hard time not just slamming himself fully into you.

With patience and lots of Will of Fire, he slides all the way in. He groans at the way your walls flutter around him. It’s so fucking good, and so damn warm and so tight. He breathes out before starting up a steady pace.

He grips your thighs as you start to cry out, and he kisses you roughly. The coil in your stomach starts to tighten once more, and you can hardly take the way he’s making you feel.

You cum hard, tensing and pulsing around his fat cock and Tobirama fucks you hard and rough. He can’t hold back any longer, and he pumps you full of cum. He growls against your neck, muttering “mine”.

You’re going to have a Senju child when Tobirama is done with you.

Iruka is more than just flustered. He’s worried he’s going to make a fool of himself. He doesn’t know a whole lot about sex, and he’s also a virgin.

He barely knows how to kiss, but he proves to be a natural. His hands are all over, but you help guide him to the spots that feel the best.

Finally, he calms down...until you start palming him through his pants. Iruka breaks away from the kiss, a look of pure lust in his eyes. His cheeks are red.

“Oh, yes...sweetie, please!” he begs you, and you chuckle at his cuteness. He needs to get laid, and so do you.

You start to undress, giving Iruka a little strip tease. He starts to palm himself through his pants, and he can barely keep his eyes away from you. He loves the way your body looks.

“Has anyone told you how beautiful you are, sweetie?” he asks, his eyes hooded and full of love. He leans over to kiss you, and his hands travel from your shoulders down to your hips and then back up to your breasts.

You moan as he cups your breasts, tweaking your erect nipples and leaning down to kiss you. You can feel your juices between your legs, and you need to squeeze your thighs to get some much needed sexual relief.

When you lie back down on the bed, Iruka becomes flustered again. He knows he should give you an orgasm, but he’s once again worried he’ll fuck up. You reassure him by telling him exactly what you like.

“Oh right there, Iruka! Please!” You plead as he licks your budding little clit. He starts to suck on it, moaning at the way you taste. His fingers circle your entrance, and then he slides them in.

It’s warm, wet and inviting. His cock starts to throb, so he knows he needs to take things slow. He doesn’t want to cum in his pants, but it’s so hard when you feel this good.

You coax him and guide him, and Iruka manages to make you tumble over the edge. You cry out his name and pulse around his fingers, so he continues to lap at your juices.

You want to give him a blow job, but he assures you he needs to feel you now. He undresses, climbs back onto the bad and spreads your legs. He smiles at you, then guides his cock to your entrance.

When he finally sinks into you, you both sigh and kiss each other. It feels so fucking good, and you are incredibly tight around him. The way he’s stretching you out is divine.

Finally, Iruka starts up a pace that’s good for the both of you. He gets a boost of confidence when you start moaning his name and thrust up against him. It’s stroking his ego.

Iruka cums quickly, and he moans as he does. He pumps you full of cum, and he apologizes for it. You assure him that you don’t mind, and he continues to fuck you until you cum yourself. What a thoughtful lover ;)

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oneirataxiahiraeth · 4 years ago

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Can I have a sub!kai fic where he annoyed the reader Thx

Uhmmmm yeth👹

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pairing : vamp!reader x sub!kaiparker

Warning : language, smut, penetrative sex, oral (masc & fem), face riding, orgasm denial (m.), bondage, Kai stubble, dirty talk, 69ing,

Requested ;)

Word Count : a little over 3k

A/N :

I had wayyyy too much fun with this one. I’m not really used to writing sub!kai so I had this one was good enough for you<3 (also I’m sorry it literally took FOREVER) also, there’s is little to no plot, srry

He groaned as the ropes rubbed harshly against his skin. His wrist red and irritated as he pulled to feel the tiniest bit of relief that he wasn’t getting.

“It’s only going to hurt more with every pull, Malachi.” You hummed, a sadistic smirk finding its way to your lips as you watched him struggle.

That’s what you were.

A sadist.

You enjoyed watched him like this. Helpless, vulnerable, borderline pathetic. A shiny layer of sweat coating his forehead, and disgustingly dirty thoughts of you on top of him filling his mind. You were truly one evil bitch. How could you do this to him? Strip him of his dominance, just to prove a point. It was oh so fucking hot, but torture not being the one on the other side of these ropes.

“You do realize that once I’m out of these ropes the rest of the night is going to be absolute hell for you... right?” He cleared his throat. He was just itching to inflict some type of fear in you, but in his current state he was making much progress.

You knew exactly what you were doing to him. You’ve never done all this before, but you had a plan for exactly how you wanted it to go. Kai was a dick. He has been one all fucking week. Lately he’s been treating you like precious cargo. Not letting you do anything on your own, not even a shower without him sneaking in. At first it was somewhat sweet sentiments, like ordering your favorites at the grill, then driving you around town to handle errands. Slowly that sweetness faded into him making every decision for you. Not letting you speak for yourself, and finding ways to punish you for speaking out against him. Putting silencing spells on you if he didn’t feel like hearing you rebuttals, and just yesterday he put you into a deep sleep for a few hours so he could ‘have a few moments of peace’.

He was dictating your life.

“What makes you think you’re getting out of these ropes tonight?” You hum.

You watched as he swallowed down the air bubble caught in his throat.

You were set on proving a point. He wasn’t the boss of you in any way shape or form. Not in public, not in private, and he definitely did not have you wrapped around his finger like he was your pimp or some shit. In fact, the whole point of tonight was to make him see that it was quite the opposite.

“Because we both know I can satisfy you way more if I’m untied. Just untie me and I can make you feel good, y/n/n.” He smiled, thinking that you would give into his offer. Instead of actually untying him you just let out the most seductively cynical laugh ever, causing his body to tense under yours.

“We’ll see...” you smirked, lifting your hips from his crotch as you leaned down to place a soft kiss on his collar bone. “Now should we go over the rules or do you have more empty threats to make?”

"Rules?" He nearly laughed in your face.

“Tonight is all on my terms... you will do whatever I want you to do.” You relied, ignoring his failed attempts at taking you seriously. “First rule, not touching. But that shouldn’t be much of a problem, huh?” You smirked, watching his eyes roll. “Second rule, you will ask for everything...” suddenly his smile dropped, and he was so amused by the situation anymore. “You want me to touch you? You ask. You want a kiss? You ask. And if you want to cum... you better beg as if your life fucking depended on it.” You nearly giggled feeling the way he giggled under you.

“Y/n-”

“You will not cum unless I say that you can.” He took in a sharp breath. “Not too bad right? You can be a good boy for me, just for the night, right?” You pouted mockingly, looking deeply into his eyes dark with lust.

“Are the uhm... ropes necessary?” He asked, voice an octave higher than usual.

“No.” You sighed. “But you look so fucking hot all tied up like a doll.” You hummed, finger tracing the vein bulging from from his neck. “So pretty. So perfect.”

“T-that’s usually my line.”

“Did I give you permission to speak?” Your hips grinding down into his, earning a low groan from his throat.

He remained silent, putting a soft smirk on your lips. Your hands traced down his chest, oh so lightly, scooting down his body until you’re hands ghosted lightly over the bulge in his boxers. He felt the heat of your fingers over him. He decided to take advantage of the fact that his legs weren’t bound by anything to push his hips up into the air for some relief. Unfortunately for him, you could read him like a book. Your hand moved away from him before he could even move, resulting in a disappointing action that caused a tiny whine to leave his lips.

“Y/N!” He groaned, head falling back as he tugged at the ropes keeping his bound. You smiled at his frustration, he was in for a long night.

“You didn’t ask.” You shrugged as if you did nothing wrong. Hand placed on his lower stomach, fingers tracing through the outline of his abs.

“Touch me. Please.” He grumbled, not too happy with his position. He was usually the one having you bed for any sort of touch from him. This was all different kinds of unnatural.

"I am touching you, you're going to have to be more specific than that, Princess." You smiled, voice sweet, but the words coming from you mouth made him want to murder you.

“Aw, but I am touching you. You’re going to have to be more specific than that, Princess.” You teased, voice sweet and condescending. He lifted his head just to glare at you for the nickname. You lifted an eyebrow, challenging him to speak out of turn but he decided to play nicely.

"I want you to-" he wanted a lot of things.

“I want... I want you to-” he wanted a lot of things right now actually. He didn’t want to give into you no matter how badly he wanted you. His mind fighting against your sudden rebellion while his body ached to be under your control. There was a way to get what he wanted. He just had to show you that he still had control over you, even in restraints. “I want to taste you.” He blurted, a sharp breathing entering your lungs for a moment. You automatically knew what he was doing, and how he must’ve thought that this was so smart of him. “I-I want you to sit on my face...” he spoke, ideas running through his mind at 100 miles per hours. “And I want you to suck my dick too.” Your whole body tingled with excitement at the request.

“What’s the magic word?” You asked, eyebrow raising at the devilish smile beneath you.

“Please, oh please.” He played along. He knew it wouldn’t be too long before you were untying him, and begging for him to fuck you until it was difficult to function properly. He stuck out his bottom lip to ass to the effect.

You scanned the mischief on his face before do anything. Slowly you moved off of him until you were standing on your bedroom floor, his eyes following you closely. In the position he was now he just seemed so vulnerable, and perfect. Just like you had mentioned before. You could see how rock hard he was through his boxers, and how his abs tightened even when you weren’t on him just proved how badly he wanted to be touched by you. You didn’t think he realized but his hips were slightly bucking into the air, trying to find something, anything, but it wasn’t working out too well for him.

You slid your panties down your legs, letting them rest on the bedroom floor. You stepped out of the fabric, walked back over to the bed. Kai watching intently as your fingers traced down his chest, your beautiful being so close yet far at the same time.

“Can you kiss me? Please?” He spoke, a genuine request. Your eyes slowly trailed up to his, not detecting any hidden intentions besides just wanting you lips on his. You were fine giving him what he wanted, but that wouldn’t be fun if you gave into ever request. He’s be a total dick to you all week, so you denying him just one simple pleasure was totally fine with you.

You brought you’re face to hover over his, hand moving up to the soft skin of his cheek. The soft yet prickly hairs of the beard he was growing out tickling your aura. You’re lips barely grazing against his, allowing him to relish in the closeness for a moment before pulling away.

“There are much more productive things you could be doing with that pretty little mouth of yours right now.” You grinned, watching his jaw fall in amazement as you climb back onto the bed. You maneuvered yourself carefully, making sure both of your legs were positioned on either side of his head.

His view of your face was gone, nothing but you glistening pussy waiting for him to give into you. You could feel the warmth of his breath hitting on your already heated core. You lowered you’re body down slowly, just until you felt his warmth barely touching you. You leaned over, hands tracing slowly down his abdomen, slowly reaching under his boxer band, listening to his breathing change as your fingers wrapped around him.

He pulled against the ropes, hoping to gain even just a little bit of leeway. His eyes rolled at the light laugh you gave under your breath, realizing you really weren’t going to let him free. He just had his plan to hope will work. He didn’t have to move too much before his tongue was flattening against your folds, licking a single bold stripe against you. A soft moan escaping your lips as his mouth began to move against you, you’re hand slowly pumping him as he took over you mind for a brief moment in time. For some reason, though he hadn’t to admit it, being bound right now felt surprisingly good. The idea of being at your mercy as his tongue worked against you... just did something to him that he couldn’t explain. His eyes closed as he focused on solely pleasuring you before he became a bit distracted. You soft lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, collecting his precum on your tongue. His jaw fell open at the relief, letting out a soft moan.

His tongue worked into you, lapping up and sucking down all of your sweet juices. His facial hairs tickling the insides of your thighs as he ate you out. You made sure to make the most of this moment. You wanted to drive him crazy, by giving him everything and nothing at the same time. Your tongue flattening against his shaft as you took him in your mouth. In his mind he was debating on just siphoning some of your magic to get out of the ropes so he could handle you... properly. Though he quite enjoyed the way your hips were rocking against his mouth as you tried your best to contain yourself.

“Faster,” he groaned, tearing his mouth away from you. “Please- god, I need faster.” He begged, in a voice that sounded way too needy for his own liking. Which basically meant he sounded perfect for you. You hummed, sending vibrations through him before taking your mouth from around him with a pop. You pumped him in your hand a few times before sitting up above him. His lips connecting to you once again earning a gasp and moan that you weren’t prepared to release. Kai always knew how to work wonders one you. He was most proud of how submissive you would be for him in the late hours of the night. He knew how to work you up, and push all the right buttons and he always made sure that no matter what happens he made you cum.

Just another joy you got to swipe away.

You lifted you hips too far for him to reach, listening to him whine form the loss of your taste. You maneuvered yourself around his body again until you were straddling his lap. His stubble covered chin glistening with you juices, watching his chest rise and fall with heavy breathing. You bent down, placing a soft kiss on his lips, being sure to make sure he knew you just were getting a taste of yourself.

“You should grow out the beard, it would be so fucking hot.” You smiled, his throat let out a needy whimper as he tugged again at the ropes keeping him bound.

“y/n- please, m’gonna explode.” He groaned, causing your wicked smile to widen.

“sorry, what? I didn’t hear that.” You hummed, turning your head so he would speak right into your ear.

“y/n.” He whined loudly, hips bucking into yours harshly. You hands moved down to his hips, holding them down before he could try again. He was right where you wanted him. Needy, pathetic, and easy to break. “I need you, so so bad, please.” He groaned, tugging at the ropes again, pure frustration and sexual tension taking over him.

“You need me?” You asked, trying to sound confused, hands moving further down his body until your fingers were tracing the base of his cock. “Like... right here?” You cocked your head to the side, watching as his jaw clenched. His eyes locked on your face, watching you find him amusing enough to smile. He would never in his life admit this out loud, but he definitely enjoyed this. He was aching right your your hand, just like how you wanted him.

“I w-wanna feel you.” He breathed.

“You want me to fuck myself on your dick?” You dipped your head down, placing you lips right below his jawline, pressing a series of light pecks along his neck.

“Please- fuck, please baby.” He whined again.

Your hand wrapped around his shaft once again, pumping him slowly in your hand. His mouth fell open at the friction again. Your hand sped up in its action as you watched his eyes close for a brief moment in pleasure. If this is what having total control felt like... being able to see the person you love most revel in the feeling of just you and only you... you could understand why it was so addicting to him.

Doesn’t mean you weren’t still annoyed with him.

In his mind flashed pornographic pictures of you echoes of your moans on repeat in his mind, along with the sensations of your fingers coursing along his skin. You always held the power to make him fall apart at your finger tips, he just never let you see that.

“Aw, you like this don’t you?” You hummed, poking out lips at the soft moans you were earning as you jerked him off.

“Please let me feel you.” He asked again, aching to feel your heated walls wrapped around him.

“You think you deserve to feel me?” You sigh, handing tightening around him as your pace quickened earning an audible reaction. “You make such pretty noises, you know.” You hummed, leaning over him a bit. His tip barely brushing against you stomach as you watching him glide closely to the edge. “Are you close baby?”

“Y-yes, god, I’m so close.” He groaned out, hands turning to grip the comforter to relieve some pressure.

You watched his eyes squeeze tighter together, and his muscles everywhere tense. A light layer of sweat forming over his chest as he body produce a heat that was lethal. Throaty moans escaped him, and your body heat so close to him was only bringing him closer to his euphoric release.

Or what would’ve been if you hadn’t stopped.

“Y/N-” he whined, tugging at the ropes a little extra hard with frustration.

“I didn’t say you could cum, did I?” You responded to his childish whine.

Your lips curved up into a devilish smile that has him weak in the knees. You hand squeezing the base of his cock once again before you lifted yourself on your knees above him. His tip gliding along your folds slick with his saliva and your own arousal. His mouth feel open, eyebrows furrowing at the sight of your dragging him along your heat.

“Wanna be in you, babe.” He groaned, “please, lemme feel you.”

You hum, moving you hand away from him breaking the intimate contact between the two of you. Both of your hands reached the his, grabbing the ropes keeping him bound before breaking each one. His hands immediately try to go to you, but you catch them before they can manage to.

“No touching rule is still in effect, Malachi.” You grin.

“Then why untie me?” He pouted.

“I love to see you squirm.” You commented with a light shrugged, leaning over as you placed his hands over his head. Your nose barely brushing past each other. “If you touch me and without permission we’ll stop, got it?”

“You’re so evil.” He whined, head lifting up to bring your lips closer together.

“Wonder who I get it from.” You smiled, finally pressing your lips together bringing sinking down on his cock that’s been waiting for you all night. He let out a breathy moan into the kiss, your hips lifting back up before falling again. Air slowly leaving your lungs as you let out a breathy moan into his lips. Kai’s hands gripping onto the comforter once again for dear life.

You kept up a steady place, bouncing on top of him, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. Your lips tore away from each other’s as you tried picking up pace, watching Kai’s face twist as he watched you use him for you’re own satisfaction. You noticed the tired euphoric look on his face on how he was already beginning to twitch inside of you. Your walls clenching around him, making him go ballistic as you fuck your self on him.

“I-I’m go-nna-” he moaned, trying to make coherent sentences through the ecstasy. “Can I please-”

“No, not yet.” You spoke clearly, pace not altering. “Look at me.” You demanded notices how his eyes fluttered shut every few seconds. He tried to keep his eyes open for you, staring you dead in your pretty face wondering how in love he had to be to end up in this position. “So good for me.” You smiled, nearly making him break one of your rules... possibly all of them.

“P-please let me t-touch you” he pouted.

“So needy.”

“Please.”

You nodded allowing him to move his hands. They went straight towards your hips, gripping your skin tightly, causing you to realize how close you were to the edge. Your walls clenching around him with every move, making it harder to keep himself contained. You’re eyes locked on each other, watching each other as you both fell completely apart. You noticed how heavy his breathing was and how he was trying his best not lose his shit. It was mesmerizing, noises flowing from the both of you so disgusting erotic that you wished everyone in this house was listening to the best sex they were never going to get to have. That’s when you realized you were beginning you’re ethereal trip on ecstasy.

“Y/N-”

“Cum for me, baby.” You moaned as your legs began to shake around him, body jolting with pleasure as you tried milking out your orgasms by slowly rocking you hips on his but the sensations became too much.

You leaned over placing your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. You felt his hot seed spilt into you coating your walls, as you listened to the rapid pace of his heart beating.

“Can we uhm... can we do that again?” He breathed, voice vibrated through your sensitive body.

“Fuck yea.”

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miss-smutty · 4 years ago

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hii i just discovered ur blog and whew wow- tumblr is severely lacking some daddy hemsworth fics so tyyy

idk if your taking requests rn but could i please request something with thor or chris where he’s had a rough day at work or something and is very angry so he’s really rough in bed with you that evening and you love it! also could it include lots of dom!thor/chris and dirty talk bc that’s my weakness

tyyy if u do this sorry if it was too detailed idk ive never sent a request lol but ty hunny <3

So first of all thank you @mysticbonkoperavoid , I'm so glad you like my fics ❤️

And secondly thank you so much for your amazing request, I literally got lost in this filth 🥵🥵 I hope you like it 😘

A/N- This is just pure filth, so consider yourself warned 😂🥵🥵 strictly 18+ only. Dom!Thor literally had me ✨ clenching ✨

Summary- Thor's had a tough day and nothing you do is helping until you let him take out his frustration on you and become his little slut.

Word count- 3,243 of pure filth

Pairing- Thor x reader

Warnings- Smut, filth, dirty talk, rough sex, swearing

18+ only!!!

Taglist-: @innerpaperexpertcloud

Posted: 22nd Feb 2021

⚡A Push Too Far ⚡

Thor had come home from a mission in a foul mood, you'd tried everything to cheer him up. You'd made him his favourite snack, put on his favourite show and even massaged his big, worn out feet. Nothing was working and you were exhausted with the effort. You selfishly couldn't stand the negative atmosphere and just wanted to know how to make him feel better. If he wouldn't tell you what was wrong how could you help? You were so used to him being overly enthusiastic about everything and hated when he was in one of these moods. Something pretty bad must've happened to dampen his mood this much.

"Just tell me what's wrong and I can help" You huff.

"Will you please just forget it? I don't want to talk about it" Thor said, pushing you off gently when you try to touch him.

"I want to know what's happened to put you in such a sulky mood." You said teasing him, trying to get his attention. If you couldn't get him to talk to you then you would just have to help him take his frustration out in the best way he knows how.

"Please Y/N, stop talking about it" He says exasperated, you're pushing the last of his nerves and you know it. It's exactly what you want, you know what he's capable of when he's angry.

"Make me." You say, seeing the switch in his eyes as his jaw clenched tightly, the muscles in his neck straining against the skin. You backed away from him slowly, knowing all too well what was coming.

The ground shook around you as bolts of lightning flew from Thor and his eyes glowed brightly making you shield your own eyes from the sudden glare. Immediately knowing you'd pushed him too far. You were frightened but more than that you were massively turned on, your pussy clenching with ferocity. You knew he'd never hurt you, well never more than you could handle but still, angry Thor was a feast for the eyes. Delicious.

"You better shut that pretty little mouth of yours before I put it to work" He bellowed, his eyes still glowing and his jaw clenched together tightly.

"Is that a promise?" You say under your breath, watching Thor through your eyelashes as he towered over you.

"On your knees" He commanded, with the power of a God, making you weak as his voice rebounded from the walls of the large, almost empty room with a dramatically high ceiling.

"But..." You start before he cuts you off.

"Did I stutter? do as you're told" He urged, looking down at your petite frame before him. His powerful demeanor making you do exactly as you were told. Looking up at him with innocent eyes as you knelt on the hard, wooden floor.

He circled around you, like a wolf and his prey, taking in the sight of you kneeling like a victim. Purposefully not touching you, the anticipation of when he would strike making you hold your breath. Your panties are already soaking wet and the buldge in his pants is straining against his trousers.

Thor moves to stand in front of you, his legs planted a foot width apart while he gazes down at you, a slow, wicked smile appearing on his lips. Tortuously, slowly unzipping his trousers and pulling out his lofty length, gripping it firmly with his two hands.

"I think that pretty little face deserves to be fucked" oh fuck, Thor, now you're talking. Now was your turn to smile devishly at Thor, ready and waiting for him to feed your slutty little mouth with his fat cock.

He disappears behind you, you try to turn around to follow him with your eyes but he grabs your hair, pulling you back. It made you ache but not your head, it made your pussy ache.

"Don't move" He whispers into your ear, still pulling your hair back so you're looking up at him. Pulling a hair tie from his wrist and wrapping it around your hair at the nape of your neck. Wait a minute, where did he get that from? It dawns on you that he's had this planned since the minute he'd got home, the only way he knows how to take his frustration out. Probably knowing you wouldn't be able to take his silent treatment and push him too far in the end anyway. Oh you sneaky man, Thor.

It feels like a painstakingly long time before he's finally back in front of you, his trousers and boxers now discarded on the floor behind you. Taking in the sight of his thick, muscly thighs and his long, thick cock have you licking your pouty lips. You want to reach up and pull his t-shirt off too but he grabs hold of your wrists as they snake their way up his torso.

"Ah ah ah, are you going to be good? or am I going to have to tie you up?” He asks in a gruff tone making you put out your bottom lip as you sit back on to your ankles. Your knees beginning to ache from the hard floorboards.

"Does it hurt?" He asks, watching you whince with a satisfied look on his face "Do you want a cushion?" He says in a teasing voice while you nod your head with pleading eyes.

"What do you say?" Bending to pick up the cushion from the couch and holding it out of arms reach, smiling sinfully.

"Please" You say sweetly, more than happy to play his game. Your whole body aching with need. At last he pulls his t-shirt over his head, his biceps flexing as he does, your heart racing at the sight of his ravishing nakedness. That perfect body is all yours.

"Strip" he says seductively looking you up and down, throwing the cushion on the floor by your knees and pulling you up and against his rock hard cock. A squeel emits from your mouth, his hands gripping your cheeks firmly.

You look at him for a second, dumbfounded. You're used to him taking the lead and ripping your clothes off in a heated frenzy, this is new.

Elated with the fact he's allowing you to give him a show for once, you drape the straps of your dress over your shoulder, pushing him down on the couch with a hard shove to the chest. Watching that slow smile spread on his lips and his cock bounce, satisfyingly, with the impact.

Pulling the dress down to your feet and stepping out of it, standing proudly in your lacey underwear. Cocking your eyebrow at him as you hook your thumbs into the side of your panties, pulling them down a fraction. You stop to move closer to him, reaching your hands out to touch his bare skin.

"No touching or I swear I'll tie your hands" He says nonchalantly, his eyes hungry with lust, you pout at him, disappointed you can't touch him.

He watches you intensely as you finish taking off your panties and bra, holding in a giggle when you throw them at him and they hit him square in the face.

"You smell, delicious" He surprises you when he licks his lips, no hint of a smile on his face just that deep intense glare of a predator. The word 'delicious' rolls of his tongue, delectably. The way he stares into your soul, taking in every inch of your nude body, makes your stomach clench, your pussy dripping with arousal.

"Now back on your knees" He says, standing back Infront of you, his cock eye level.

Grabbing your ponytail with one hand and guiding his cock to your mouth with his other. You open your mouth instinctively, widely, like the good little slut you are.

Thor takes no prisoners and rams his cock deep into your mouth, making you gag instantly. Your lips wrap around his cock, the length and thickness filling you up. He yanks your hair backwards so your looking into his eyes while he slams his cock in and out of your mouth.

"Look me in the eyes while you take my cock" oh for the love of God... and Thunder. your pussy is dripping, aching for it. "Good girl"

He pushes your head down on his cock, as far as you can go. You can feel the tip hitting your tonsils and the shaft throbbing in your mouth. You're gagging, spit dribbling down your chin in a disgusting manner. Your eyes brimming with tears as he rams his cock to the back of your throat.

"Choke on it" he groans, his head hanging back. You feel the confidence to reach out and cup his balls, knowing he wouldn't chastise you when he's too consumed in the ecstasy of your lips and tongue wrapping around his cock.

"Is that better? Are you satisfied now you've got my full attention?" He looks down at you, a deep hunger in his eyes. You were nowhere near satisfied yet, not until you felt his cock stretching your walls but you couldn't tell him that, he'd just tease you for even longer.

"Mmm" you mumble around the length of his dick.

"Don't talk with your mouth full" he scolds huskily, his voice filled with lust.

You hold onto his firm cheeks while you suck his dick, letting your tongue do the work, running over the full length and teasing the tip. Sucking on the tip, hard, while you grip the base with your hand. You can feel his cock throbbing in your mouth, amazed with how hard he is. You know he's struggling with restraining himself, just as much as you, he'll just never admit it.

Thor lets out a deep growl, thrusting his dick into your mouth one last time before sharply pulling out with a pop. You were actually upset he'd stopped you, you were enjoying sucking his fat dick. He pulls you up to stand before grabbing your cheeks in his hands and lifting you up, wrapping your legs around him.

You want to kiss him so bad. You hang on to him as he pushes you back against the wall, hard enough to leave a bruise. The feel of his cock thrusting against you has you mewling as he bites hard on your neck. Shivers travel through your entire body, finally feeling his lips against your skin and the thrill of his teeth biting against your neck. The fine line between pain and pleasure being well and truly explored.

You're lost in the feel of his teeth against your skin and muscle, moaning loudly, you barely notice when he sets your feet back onto the ground. Sucking loudly on your neck, your head hanging to the side giving yourself to him freely.

"Im gunna leave marks all over your skin so everybody knows you're mine." He says breathlessly against your skin, his breathe tickling your neck making your hair stand on end, your pussy clenching, agonisingly.

Thor pushes his forearm against your throat so you're locked in between him and the wall, no where to go. Staring into your eyes, making you blush as he pushes two fingers into your mouth without warning.

"Suck" he commands, his voice gruff and deep, oozing authority. You know his fingers are going to delve into you and you can't wait, sucking eagerly on his legthy, stocky fingers.

Before you have time to draw breath, he thrusts his fingers into your opening. Immediately curling them around to find your G-spot. Satisfaction plastered on his face when he hears your moaning, knowing he's got you right where he wants you.

"You love this, don’t you? Let me hear how much you love it.” He whispers into your ear, his arm still pushing against your throat. You can barely take anymore, his sultry words and his thick fingers making your head spin. Nothing else in the world matters right at this moment, he fills you with narcotic desire. Like a drug to you, you can't get enough, always wondering when you'll get your next fix. If you could get away with making him lose his temper on a daily basis, just so could feel this amount of pleasure, you would.

You moan for him obscenely, you're eyes pooling with desire and hunger. His fingers repeatedly hitting your spot, harshly, bringing you over the edge. Your mouth hangs open, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your pussy clenches around his fingers.

"Does that feel good" he asks captivatingly, holding is arm against your throat and fucking you with his fingers.

"Amazing" You say breathless, the huskiness of your voice surprising you. His face is so close to yours and your senses so hightened that his masculine scent hits your nostrils. His otherworldly fragrance. The smell you long for on those long nights he's away. It hits you and you're consumed by it, your legs starting to shake as your mind loses control. The orgasm rushing from your core.

Then it's gone, just like that. You open your eyes, noticing they're about to burst with tears. You were so close!

"I don't care how good it feels, don't you dare come yet" he says venomously, you honestly feel like your about to start crying. The build up was so intense and then it was just gone and you still feel that deep need. Thor is looking pleased with himself and if you weren't so turned on by the look on his face, you would've slapped him straight across it. Cocky shit!

You were about to protest, but he saved you from the punishment when he stuck his fingers into your mouth again. Your slickness coated all over them.

"Now see how good you taste, how wet I make you" you looked him in the eyes resentfully and for just a moment you saw his eyes soften. Only a moment before they're filled with fire once more and he's pulling you to the bedroom across the room. Still fighting the urge to finally have his way with you, taking his precious time to tease you beyond your limits. To show you who's the boss around here. As if you ever had any doubts.

Throwing you onto the bed and pushing your knees open with force. You can feel your pussy throbbing with anticipation knowing it's not long until he finally gives you what you've been craving from the start.

Thor effortlessly clamps both of your wrists above your head in a vice like grip with his big, manly hands, leaving you writhing, like his prey, on the bed below him. You breathe a sigh of relief when he finally reaches down to kiss your lips, biting on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Keep your hands here" Emphasising 'here' with a squeeze of your wrists. You try to stay perfectly still while he moves down your body, straining your neck to watch what he does next.

“What a perfect sight, you, all spread out for me to do whatever I want to” he says, positioning himself in-between your legs. Seeing you in all your glory, your pussy dripping wet making him lick his lips.

You gasp when his lips latch on to your inner thigh, so sensitive to his touch. Biting and sucking all the way down each thigh, your going to be covered in hickies come tomorrow morning. You know that's his plan, he loves to see the remnants of the night befores dirty sessions. Even if no one else can see them, he knows they're there, a reminder that you're his.

"Just marking my territory" he reminds you, confirming your suspicions.

"I know exactly what you're doing" you say through gritted teeth, the pain and pleasure unbearable.

"Let’s find out how much you can take before you're begging me for my cock.”

All you can do is nod your head while you bite down on your bottom lip, afraid how shaky your voice will be if you try to speak.

The sudden slap to your pussy makes you shout out, completely unexpected but hot as fuck all the same, sending shockwaves throughout your whole body.

"You like that?" He slaps you again, hitting your clit with his fingertips and making you convulse uncontrollably. You can see the restraint on Thor's face, the vein protruding from his neck and the tightness in his jaw are the tell tale signs. You know he's about to burst.

"I love to see you squirm now I want to hear you moan" he grabs onto your hips and turns you over, pulling you on to your knees. His movements getting sloppy and desperate now, the lust taking over him.

You inhale as Thor presses the tip of his cock to your opening, brushing it up and down and gathering your wetness. Your legs threaten to give way as he teases you with his cock, you can't stop yourself from pushing yourself back onto him.

"Do you think you deserve my cock?" his voice was heavy with desire.

"Yes, Thor... Please" you plead, more than worthy after the torture he's put you through.

Thor eases himself in gradually, while you push yourself backwards, no more patience left in you. Holding on to your hips and exhaling, the satisfaction of finally feeling your walls clamping around him. You whince as he slams himself into you with full force, his balls slapping against you. The sounds of sex filling your ears in a glorious way.

"You won't... be able... to walk... after I'm done... with you" he says between every thrust, knocking you forward with every slam. Your orgasm is building already, you can feel your walls tightening, trying to push him out as he holds on to your hips relentlessly.

He grips hold of your ponytail, yanking it backwards, so your head is as far back as it can go, your neck straining. He squats above you, dipping his dick into you, so deep you can feel it in your stomach. This position is fucking everything, he knows you're about to come and sends a slight electrical charge straight through your core just as you release around him. It feels fucking amazing!

Thor reaches forward and hooks his finger into your mouth, pulling your cheek back as he continually pounds into you. Orgasm after orgasm gushing all over his cock, dribbling out of your aching pussy until you're kneeling in a puddle of your arousal. Your screaming his name, your pussy throbbing, squeezing against his cock. You know he's struggling to restrain when he inhales sharply.

"Dirty fucking slut" he says venomously.

"You fucking love it don't you?" His voice is breathless and deep, you can't take much more. The power of your come is pushing him out, making you ridiculously tight. You can feel his cock twinging as his powerful come shoots into you, he roars so loudly the bed shakes around you. You finally collapse into the bed head first, your knees giving way as he rests against you with his cock still inside of you, twitching and convulsing.

"Are you ok, baby?" Thor asks sweetly, his frustration finally dissipated, rubbing your ass cheeks tenderly.

"More than ok" you say breathless and tired, rolling over onto your back underneath him and pulling him down on to you.

Finally his lips are on yours, passionately, forcing your mouth open and stroking your tongue with his. Kissing you like his life depended on it, making up for the hours spent without the feel of your lips on his. A deep feeling of satisfaction washed over you, he's yours and you're his and you can fuck like animals but still collapse into each other arms lovingly afterwards.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong now?" You tease, making him laugh a great big belly laugh as he pulls you over on top of him.

#thor x you #thor odinson #thor x reader #thor smut #smut #mcu smut

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shhhlikeme · 4 years ago

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F*cked Out 💤

Ojiro Aran Domestic Smut (NSFW) part 2

A/N: I wrote this as a Part 2 to this fic, but it can be read as a stand alone!

18+, Explicit smut, praise kink, Aged up obvs, Timeskip spoilers

Tagging: @saitamastamaticsoup & @chunhua-s b/c these Aran stans found part 1 last night & their comments made me thirsty enough to write a pt. 2. Hope you like it!

also my lovely @qyuanon who I just read is back and I missed her💛

Futilely, you knocked on the door to yours and your man’s home office. Leaning on the frame, you crossed your arms. Being a literal isolationist when you had to work, you never understood why your man liked keeping the office door open. But then he told you once that he didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t hear you calling him if the door was closed. ‘What if something happened and I didn’t run to you?’ He had explained, pouting when you laughed at him. It warmed your heart, but you decided not to call his name tonight, instead opting to physically pay him a visit. You had to, because what lead you here in the first place was serious! You had just woken up in the middle of the night because his side of the bed had turned cold. Yeah, that deserved nothing less than a visit from you!

From your spot in the doorway you could see Ojiro sitting at the grand desk, his back turned to you, the lights from his laptop playing some Team Canada highlights. The screen bluelight shone brightly on his gorgeous dark skin, the back of his head bobbed up and down as he dutifully wrote down any important plays he was seeing so that he could tell his coach tomorrow.

“Babe,” You announced your presence with a soft smile. Your man is such a hard worker and he really doesn’t get enough credit for it. You tighten the robe you were wearing because it was always kind of drafty on this side of the house. “You have a game tomorrow.”

Your boyfriend, captain of the Japanese National Volleyball Team’s shoulders slumped when he heard you, but he didn’t turn around.

He didn’t have to.

He never had to. Even though you’ve only been dating for a bit over a year, you two knew each other so well that you could accurately tell exactly what kind of expressions, feelings, and thoughts permeated the other without having to be vis-a-vis. When you first met, your dates were—objectively speaking—oddly silent for the most part. The waitress once asked you if you were uncomfortable through an inconspicuous napkin note, which was kind of her—but the truth was that on that date you were actually more than Okay! It might have seemed odd to an outsider or eavesdropper that no sentences were being finished, and both people on said date were constantly staring down, away, or into each others eyes in silence… but realistically, neither of them could grasp the fact that words weren’t necessary when there existed a connection like yours and Aran’s.

‘It’s fate. He’s the one.’ You had told your friends after the second date when you realized your mind reading wasn’t a fluke. Because as corny as it sounded then and even now in your memory; it was true, tf.

Doesn’t mean you weren’t going to kick his ass for letting his side of the bed go cold, though. You were used to Aran being gone for volleyball so you had no problem falling asleep alone, but when you were ecstatic to have him home it was important for him to REMAIN home, which means staying in bed if you fell asleep on his chest! He has never done it before, so This is not Okay!

“I know, baby, I know…” your boyfriend calls to you, scribbling on his notepad faster. “I’m almost done. I-I think their setter could be doing one of two plays to start tomorrow, and I don’t think it’s the one I was sure about before we went to bed. And I mean, we play them until 12pm, so—“

“So nothing. You still have to be up by 6. The stadium is far and knowing you, you won’t sleep on the Team’s bus, you’ll still be watching these videos even then. I’ll—“

“Please don’t tell Iwaizumi-san, he will kick my ass! We’re playing Team Canada tomorrow and they are ranked just under us but—“

“Not by a lot, I know. I understand, but you guys will still pull the win. I know it....because Your team has you.”

Aran chuckled heartily, continuing to scribble with his back still turned, but his voice turned a little more endearing. “Thank you, baby. But.... I can’t seem to sleep tonight... I just can’t. I’ve been up this whole time so I—” As your boyfriend babbled on, you quietly interjected,

“I know a way to get you to sleep.”

“—won’t use my laptop in bed and wake you up when you’re sleeping so….wait….what did you—?”

You smirked, knowing that your man knew why your voice had dropped a few octaves. He knew you were up to something, not because you two could practically read each other’s minds—moreso because you two had already established that that specific tone of voice of yours made his dick hard. The pen he was scribbling with stopped moving, finally, and you could just picture the way he gulped just now.

“I know you can’t sleep, Ar…..” You made sure he could hear you clearly now, in the voice you only reserved for fuck-me-o’clock.

A sexy smirk that Ojiro could see without looking at you played in his mind and on your face simultaneously.

“Yeah?” He asked, his deep voice cracking.

You kept speaking in that voice with one goal in mind.

“Yes, baby…” You hummed thoughtfully before stating,

“So why don’t you come over here and fuck me so hard it puts you to bed, then?”

Drunk off horniness caused by the amount sex dripping from your voice, the captain of Japan’s National Volleyball Team slowly turned the office chair so that he was facing you.

Boldly, you turned your back to him at the same time and fiddled your hands that just tightened your robe. This time, instead of tightening it, you loosened the strings fully so your robe was wide open, facing the emptiness of your house. Knowing that your boyfriend was checking out and admiring your ass in that short silk robe and desiring the shock factor—in one motion you tossed the robe over your shoulders so that it pooled at your feet, exposing your completely nude back and backside to your man.

“🤤 Shit,” Ojiro groaned, sounding as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. You just knew your man was biting that full and juicy bottom lip of his.

Swaying your hips to give your man a tiny show, you sauntered precisely where he didn’t want you to: away from him; heading towards the master bedroom.

You kept yourself from giggling when you heard the aggressive shutting of a laptop, a volleyball announcer being cut off, and a certain volleyball player’s stumbling and cursing because Ojiro was practically chasing you out of the office.

***

“Mmmm…. Fuck..”

A few minutes later, your mind displayed a valiant effort by attempting to guess how your boyfriend looked right now, but it would be in vain. You couldn’t picture your man like you usually could because you were currently being fucked way too fucking well. Ojiro was filling you completely with just half his length, whispering horny-nothings to help you understand his feelings anyway:

“God damn, Y/N… Every. Time. Feels. So. God. Damn. Good,”

Now, If your mind was clear you’d be able to perfectly visualize how Ojiro’s face was scrunched up in pleasure right now, a coat of sweat coating his nude dark skin, the skylight over his head allowing the moon to reflect an insanely sexy glow sheen over his muscles due to the perspiration.

“Auuh there’s nothing better than this, baby…”

If your mind was clear you’d be able to perfectly visualize how Ojiro’s head was tilted backwards right now, his mouth slightly ajar as he focused on not cumming inside you within the first few minutes of this because he needed to feel you cum around him first. As always.

“Not when I hitting a line shot, not when I get a service ace.... nothing feels—auuuh f-uck— better than your pussy, baby girl..…”

If your mind was clear, you’d be able to see Ojiro on his knees behind you, holding your hips in his giant hands while he drove into you from behind, inserting only half his cock in and out like a pro, then surprising you with a fully thrust every now and then when he sheathed all 10 inches inside your heat.

“Mmm, so ti-ight, always so wet… damn,”

Despite your mind being clouded by immense pleasure, however—you did know that you looked absolutely wrecked with your face pressed in the pillow, blindly reaching behind you to tap or wave or pinch or do something to him since you couldn’t speak. You could barely made any sounds other than choked out moans because it felt so spectacular… but you didn’t have to! Aran knew that you wanted your boyfriend to stop playing and give you full strokes. His half thrusts filled and pleasured you more than any one ever could because he was huge and skilled in bed, he knew just how your insides liked to be stroked, but that didn’t stop you from silently pleading to him..

Even if Ojiro wasn’t holding back like always because he was very aware of his size and girth, even if you both knew that it would hurt you the next day like after a good workout, even if you walked funny when you had to attended his Olympic game several hours from now—you fucking needed it.

HE fucking needed it!

“Harder, Ar,” You commanded, “Deeper!”

“Fuck,” Your boyfriend panted, still not giving you what you asked 7 amazing strokes later.

“Harder, now!” You cried as if you were whispering to the fucking pillow. You hadn’t the strength to lift your head. Your orgasm was fast approaching because HALF your man’s dick was too good and there was no way you weren’t bringing him with you. “Deeper, baby!”

“Y-you su-sure?” He asked worriedly. He always did this shit 🙄. He always worried way too much about your body soreness and way too little about both of your impending orgasms tonight rocking your motherfucking worlds.

Ugh!

Good boyfriends and their fucked up PRIORITIES, amirite?!

Needless to say, you didn’t have time for compassionate Aran tonight. You needed him to fuck the both of you to sleep the way you knew he was capable of if he stopped holding back. Besides, he should have been in bed hours ago. You had to do this for the sake of the National Team! You had to this for JAPAN! (A/N: lucky b*tch shut your horny ass up)

So that’s why, in response to his asking if you were sure or not, you responded by clenching your insides so that your slick hole squeezed around your boyfriend’s cock.

As soon as he felt you pulsing impossibly tighter around him as he fucked you halfway, his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck…” He moaned deeply, so of course you continued doing it.

“Shit, Y/N, Okay, Okay,”

Without having to beg for mercy, your man did as you asked him to. He moved his hands from your waist to splay them on each of your ass cheeks, spreading them apart to make more room for his member that already barely fit (with your hasty prep and not his tentative one), but especially when your pussy clenched around him like that. With a loud moan from both of you, he bottomed out and stayed there for a bit to get you used to the size. You almost passed out by how good it felt pressing against your g-spot.

When Aran couldn’t take it anymore, and he started giving it to you: hard, fast, and deep.

“Ye, baby, make room for me just like this…..” He moaned, gripping your ass tighter. “You want all of me? You think your tight hole can handle all of me?” He asked, no growled, still giving shallow but gratifying thrusts.

You whimpered, knowing that Ojiro knew the answer to that. Even so, you egged him on, “Sh-Show me why you’re the best top,” playing into your dirty talk from the last time y’all had sex like this but he was under you.

Your boyfriend let out a long groan in his smooth deep voice and picked up his pace in reaponse, sending a new wave of wetness to your private. You were so soaked down there that it sounded like y’all were having sex in the bath tub, fuck.

Your man loved it.

“Mmmm, —m’ close beautiful,” He called, snapping his hips forward to meet you g-spot again and again. “It’s you, baby, it’s you,” Your man groaned. “Your pussy feels too fucking good……. I’d never pull out if I had to co-couldd,”

“Oh, God. Aran!" You moaned loudly due to his dirty talk and praise, teetering on the edge of your release. Knowing that you maybe had 30 seconds left if you focused, you must have decided that you didn’t want to walk tomorrow at all because being the weakness of your bf you are, from your position being pounded into the sheets, you propped yourself up on your weak arms so that you could use the fact that your elbows were digging into the mattress as leverage to push your body back so that you met Aran’s deep thrusts.

Like your boyfriends does every rare time he’s able to see your glorious ass bounce on his hard dick, his eyes flew open and he felt as though he’d been transported to heaven itself.

“Y/N—auh, s-so sexy, aah, ooh, ohhh, fuck, Y/N,”

entranced, Aran couldn’t even last another second before he was stopping your movements with his hands, sliding them back on your hips to hold you still as his orgasm took his muscular frame by storm. He saw stars.

Of course, his orgasm triggered yours immediately, and you cried your man’s name as you came on his dick. He whispered yours as your insides milked him without influence this time, effectively lengthening your man’s finish. Panting, Aran just barely caught himself before his now exhausted body toppled over you.

His last wakeful act, being the gentleman that he is, was to roll over so he wouldn’t crush you with his body weight, pulling out at the same time.

You wondered if he registered that he said, “thank you baby,” before he began softly snoring—a sign that he was completely worn out and sleeping.

You smiled softly to yourself when you heard his snores, finally turning when you caught your own breath, to fully see your boyfriend’s stunning face. You endearingly brushed his goatee with the tips of your fingers, turning his sleeping face to yours so you could peck his lips. Then, you just barely had the leg strength to stand up on limbs that barely worked, removing his condom for him, then using the furniture in your room to support you as you cleaned the two of you up. You almost fell asleep standing up as you used a cloth on the two of you. Five minutes later, you were back in bed, under the covers with your lover and amazing man.

Usually, Ojiro Aran slept like the dead (when he first moved in you occasionally have to check if he was still breathing...) , but you knew now that if he snored, that was a sign that he was so fatigued. You knew about the snoring, but the talking was new to you. Ojiro was so deep in his sleep after that round, that he was talking to himself in his slumber, whispering sweet-nothings about you that you’d never let him know he vocalized to spare him the embarrassment.

Besides, he didn’t say anything too embarrassing.... and you knocked out as soon as your head met his chest, not even feeling his arm sweetly wrap around your waist to pull you closer. So, you didn’t even hear most of his sleep-talk.

And maybe you were right when you called it fate, that drove the two of you.... because if it wasn’t fate that had you place your head on Aran’s chest at that exact moment, if it wasn’t fate that made you fall asleep at that exact moment..... then, I mean, you would have heard Ojiro not a second later declare aloud that he’s hiding your engagement ring in the office’s cabinet drawer. You would have heard theis the real reason he wasn’t able to fall asleep: because he was so nervous about asking for your hand in marriage before his Japan vs. Canada game tomorrow, when you least expected it.

Cause like, well, that totally would have ruined the surprise.

But you did fall asleep. Fate did that. So him sleep talking honestly never really happened.

And you know what else never happened?

You never had to feel the cold side of the bed again where your man should be, at least not that night, because Aran Ojiro your new fiancée’s body kept it warm all night, because you were great and helping him fall asleep like a baby....making him just that:

f*cked out.

#ojiro aran #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu aran #hq imagines #haikyuu!!#hq headcanon #haikyuu headcannons #inarizaki

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yellowsuitcase · 4 years ago

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Snowy Dances // Draco Malfoy

Request (from wattpad) - Could you write one where the reader is a half-blood Ravenclaw and is going going meet Draco's parents, then, Draco proposes to marry the reader and Lucius and Narcissa approved? Thanks, I love your stories!

A/N: Omg I did NOT expect this to be so long. I literally just started writing and couldn’t stop. I’m absolutely in love with this imagine, I think it’s one of my favorites that I’ve written. I really hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Draco takes Y/N to meet his parents for the first time and proposes to her. So much fluff.

Waring(s): Mentions of death

Word Count: 4.2k

Draco examined the little black box in his hand. Today was the day he was going to ask his girlfriend to marry him. He pocketed the ring box and called out to her, “Are you ready, love?” from their downstairs kitchen. He and Y/N had been dating since their fifth year at Hogwarts. They’d bought a little cottage in Godric’s Hollow. They'd been living there since 1999, a year after the Battle of Hogwarts had ended. It was now 2003, and Draco thought it was about time for Y/N to meet his parents. The half-blood Ravenclaw, however, thought otherwise.

“Not quite,” he heard her yell from her upstairs bathroom. Draco sighed and put down his cup of pumpkin juice, a beverage he’d always been fond of from his time at Hogwarts, and began walking up the stairs. When he reached the top, he cautiously walked to the bathroom door and knocked. “May I come in?” he asked. A few moments later, the door opened to reveal Y/N. She was wearing a velvet blue floor-length dress. Draco thought she looked stunning, but before he could tell her so, she spoke up.

“I just need a few more minutes; my hair isn’t cooperating,” she said softly. It seemed as though she was having a hard time pinning her hair to the back of her head. This was a hairstyle Draco had seen Y/N pull off many times, so he knew that she was biding her time by pretending to have trouble with it. He watched as she got more and more flustered as she reached behind her skull and weaved the pin through her locks. Draco gently took her hands in his and swiftly took the hairpin from her grasp and slipped it into his. Y/N let out a sigh and watched in the mirror as Draco lovingly took some pieces of her hair and tucked it underneath the pin, then clasped it with a snap.

He met her eyes in the mirror. “You’ve been stalling,” he said. She averted her eyes, giving Draco more evidence that he was correct. “There’s nothing to be worried about; they’ll love you,” he assured her while stroking the back of her neck. He could feel the tension in her shoulders begin to fade as he did this.

“But what if they don’t? You’ve said a million times how much they value blood status, and my mother was a muggle. Surely they already have reservations about me,” Y/N said. She knew that when Draco had written to his parents, he’d told them she was a half-blood.

“My parents may have their beliefs, but they also are aware that I am an adult who can make his own choices. And if I choose to be with a half-blood, then they’ll just have to accept it. And even if they don’t, it’s not going to change anything, alright?” Draco asked as he grasped Y/N’s shoulders and turned her around to face him. “I need you to understand that no matter what anyone says, whether it be my parents or a stranger on the street, nothing will change the fact that I love you,” he said. His eyes never left his lover’s. A blush crept up her neck and onto her cheeks. His words made her heart squeeze.

“I love you too,” she said softly. Draco smiled and pressed a kiss to her temple.

“Ready to go now?” he asked. Y/N inhaled deeply, willing the butterflies in her stomach to fly away. She nodded as a determined look emerged on her face. “That’s my girl,” Draco mused. “Now, shall we apparate to my childhood home?”

Y/N bit her lip and rocked back and forth on her heels. Draco raised an eyebrow, questioning what was going on in his woman’s head. She looked up at him, and he could see the look of mischief in her eyes. “Well, I was hoping we could take the bus,” Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“The bus? As in the muggle bus?” Draco asked. He was visibly puzzled as to why she’d want to ride the bus all the way to his family’s manor. It would take a good four hours to get there that way.

“No, silly. The Knight Bus. I haven’t ridden it since I was sixteen, and I thought it’d be fun,” she said sweetly. But the sparkle in her eyes began to fade when she saw Draco’s apprehensive expression. She lowered her head and mumbled, “We don’t have to, though; I’ve probably made us late already.”

Draco’s hand found her chin and tilted it upwards. “I’m sure my parents will live even if we’re a few minutes late,” he said. Y/N’s face lit up at his words, and she grabbed his hand. Before he could process what was happening, he was being dragged down the steps and through their front door. He hardly got the chance to lock it since Y/N was yanking on his arm, eager to hail the bus.

When they got to the sidewalk outside their home, Y/N immediately raised her wand hand to summon the bus. It came barreling down the street and then to a screeching halt in front of the couple. A thin man greeted them with a smile and said, “Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this afternoon.”

Y/N flashed Draco a smile and ran up to the stairs of the bus. She ran inside the bus while Draco passed Stan a galleon and five sickles to pay for the both of them. Stan took them and pocketed the coins into his breast pocket. Draco didn’t miss the disgruntled look Stan had given him, but he didn’t care. The only thing his mind was focused on was Y/N, and the night ahead of them.

When Draco entered the bus, he saw his lover settling into a cozy armchair at the back of the bus. The day was still young; thus, the beds were nowhere to be found. Draco took a seat in the blue chair next to Y/N’s green one. Once his bottom touched the cushion, the bus propelled forward at a ridiculous speed. Draco felt like he might puke. Meanwhile, Y/N looked like a first-year student in Honeydukes.

“Where are you two headed to?” Stan asked.

Y/N noticed her boyfriend’s face turning green, so she spoke up. “Malfoy Manor,” she said. Stan raised an eyebrow, and suddenly, Y/N realized her mistake. Malfoy was a well-known surname, and not for good reasons. She felt the eyes of other passengers turn to her and her boyfriend. Her hand found Draco’s; she clenched it tightly and silently prayed that they wouldn’t be kicked off the bus. Draco saw the look on Y/N’s face and was filled with anger. He knew that because of him, she was now scared. His family name was powerful, yes, but in all the wrong ways. And now it was causing problems, something it seemed to do quite often nowadays.

Draco lifted her hand to his lips, where he planted a tender kiss. He lowered her hand but began to stroke the top of it with his thumb, hoping to soothe his girlfriend’s anxiety. She gave him a sheepish smile. “Maybe we shouldn’t have taken the bus,” she said softly. Draco’s heart sunk. He felt so guilty. Today was supposed to be a good day, the best day. It was going to be the beginning of the rest of their lives, and he’d be damned if he let his past ruin it.

“Hey, look at me,” he said. Y/N removed her eyes from the floor. “They don’t matter. We have every right to ride the bus as they do, alright? Don’t let them get in your pretty little head.” Y/N couldn’t fight the smile that was creeping onto her face. She nodded and reached forward to give her man a kiss. He welcomed it with open arms.

Suddenly, the bus took a sharp turn. It made Draco’s chair slide to the left and bump into Y/N’s, causing her to giggle. “What’re you giggling about?” Draco asked bemusedly. Y/N continued to laugh before answering.

“It’s bumper chairs,” she stated plainly as if it was apparent.

Draco raised an eyebrow. “Bumper chairs?”

“Well, in the muggle world, we have an activity called bumper cars. It’s a fun little game that they have at carnivals and fairs, and what it is is you sit in these little buggies and drive them around and try to crash them into other people. It can get really competitive, but it’s a breeding ground for laughter. My mother and I would always take a spin in them before leaving the fairgrounds,” Y/N mused, her voice growing sad at the thought of her late mother.

“That does sound quite fun; we’ll have to try it one day,” he said. He really did wish to try this muggle activity.

Y/N smiled at him. “She would’ve loved you, my mother. I wish she could’ve met you.”

Draco frowned at her words. He knew Y/N’s mother had been a significant person in her life. He was with her when she’d gotten the news of her passing. He remembered sitting in front of the fireplace that night. She had stayed curled up in his arms, sobbing the night away. By the look on Y/N’s face, she remembered the memory as well.

“I wish I could’ve had the pleasure of meeting her as well. She must’ve been an extraordinary woman considering she made you,” he said comfortingly. Y/N let out a chuckle. “She was. But I’m sure your mother is equally as lovely, considering she made you.”

Draco laughed, “I see what you did there, you sly dog. But yes, she’s lovely, and she’s going to adore you. I can feel it.”

Y/N grimaced. “You sure?”

“I’m certain. I’m beyond excited,” Draco assured her. Just then, the bus came to a halt, which launched the pair off their chairs and onto the floor. “Malfoy Manor!” Stan called. Y/N and Draco turned their heads to look at each other. They burst into laughter as they clambered to their feet. Ignoring the stares from fellow passengers, they hopped off the bus, but not before giving their thanks to the driver and Stan.

Once they set foot on the road, the bus zoomed away in a flash, leaving the couple alone in the street. Y/N’s anxiety had already returned; Draco could sense it. “Just breathe, darling. They’ll like you.”

They began walking down the long concrete pathway to the front door. “But what if they don’t?” Y/N asked, her eyebrows furrowed with uneasiness. “You’re the wittiest woman I know, not to mention your creativity and fast thinking. You’ll know exactly what to say to charm the hell out of them. Believe in yourself like I believe in you,” Draco said encouragingly.

Y/N let out a big breath and nodded. Draco grasped her hand and led her up to the tall black doors. “Whenever you’re ready, love,” he said while reaching his other hand into his pocket to make sure the ring was still there. It was. Y/N held her breath and raised her fist to the firm wood. She rested her knuckles on it for just a moment and then knocked twice. “Oh god,” she mumbled. Draco squeezed her hand. Then the door opened. Lucius Malfoy had his hand on the doorknob, his wife, Narcissa, stood behind him. She was clothed in a luxurious black dress, silver decals lined the collar. Lucius wore a long-sleeved leather suit paired with a long black robe. They looked like the definition of intimidating.

“Draco. Welcome home,” Lucius said as he opened the door wider and motioned for the two of them to come inside. Draco squeezed Y/N’s hand again and led them through the doorway. “This must be Y/N, of whom you’ve told us so much about,” Narcissa said calmly. Draco looked at Y/N, urging her to speak. Fear swirled in Y/N’s stomach, but she pushed past it and said, “Yes, that’s me. It’s so good to meet you at last. You’ve raised a wonderful son.”

Narcissa smiled softly and glanced at her husband, who had a smug look on his face. “Well, I should hope so. He was quite a handful as a boy. Frankly, he still is a handful,” Lucius said. Narcissa lightly patted her husband's arm as if to scold him, but it was apparent she had little to no say over his actions. “I couldn’t have been that bad. Right, mother?” Draco asked. Narcissa smiled at him and reached up to caress his cheek.

“You were quite the young boy, but you’ve grown into such a handsome young man. It’s been too long since we’ve last seen you. Why did you never visit sooner?” she asked her son. Draco inhaled sharply and looked at Y/N briefly. He went to reply but was interrupted by his mother saying, “Let’s have a seat, and you can tell us all about what you’ve been up to these past years.” The couple nodded and followed the Malfoys to their grand dining room. Y/N felt the air turn cold as they entered. Luckily, Draco’s parents led them through that room and into a living room. Black leather couches surrounded a massive white marble fireplace. Narcissa and Lucius took a seat, as did Draco and Y/N. Once they’d all gotten comfortable, Draco began to speak.

“Well, these last four years in Godric’s Hollow have been really nice. We’ve spent a lot of time traveling. I think I sent you both an owl with a photo of us in America. We visited amusement parks, skyscrapers, and we even stayed in a little beach house.”

Y/N cut in to comment on their travels. “We also visited Asia. Japan was incredible; we got to ride flying carpets! It was so different from brooms; you felt as if you would fall off at any moment,” she laughed. Draco snickered along with her. “I almost did fall off,” he stated. Y/N’s laughter grew, “Oh my gosh, you did. I’d forgotten all about that.” The couple kept laughing and failed to notice the fond expressions on Lucius and Narcissa’s faces.

“Sounds like you’ve had quite an eventful time together,” Narcissa mused. Y/N turned away from Draco to look at his mother. “Oh, yes, we’ve had the most wonderful trips. I’m glad I’ve had him by my side all these years,” she said fondly. Draco smiled at her and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “And I, you,” he said. They were caught off guard by Lucius’s question.

“So you’re in love then? With a half-blood?”

Y/N’s heart sank. This was what she was afraid of. She wouldn’t be able to look at Draco the same if his parents disapproved of her, and Lucius’s brutally unfiltered question made her panic. Draco puffed up his chest and looked into his father’s eyes. “Yes, father, I am. I love Y/N so much, in fact…” he trailed off as he got to his feet and reached into his pocket. Y/N looked up at him in confusion and apprehension. And then he lowered his knee and held up a little black box. Slowly, he opened it to reveal a ring. Y/N felt tears spring to her eyes.

Draco’s heart was pounding against his ribcage, sending pulses of anxiety through his entire body. He’d been planning this proposal for months, even though he knew he wanted to marry Y/N since the first time he saw her. He still remembered that moment. It was during their fifth year at Hogwarts. Draco had just left potions class and was walking past the courtyard when he saw a Ravenclaw tie on the ground. He didn’t bother picking it up but still lifted his head to look around for who might’ve lost it. And then he saw her. She was standing in the middle of the courtyard, arms outstretched and mouth open wide for snowflakes to fall into. It was as if time had stopped ticking when he laid his eyes on her. She was so effortlessly beautiful. Ethereal, almost. Her laughs echoed through the courtyard as she twirled and twirled.

Draco knew he had to talk to her, so he reached down to pick up the tie. When he had it in his grasp, he began walking towards the girl. He called out to her, “Did you drop this?”

She turned towards him. Her eyes flickered to her tie in his hand. “Yes,” she replied plainly. Draco was at a loss for words. He’d been expecting a bit more words than just one.

“Uhm, would you like it back?” he asked.

She shook her head. “That’s alright. I knew it was there.”

Again, Draco didn’t know what to say. Why wouldn’t she want her tie back? “So you don’t want it?” he asked once more.

“No, thank you. You can leave it where you found it,” she said softly. “Would you like to spin with me?” she asked. Her big doe eyes gazed at the blonde boy who was positively puzzled by the girl in front of him.

“Spin with you?” Draco asked. The girl nodded and smiled. “Yes, spin with me. I promise it’s fun,” she said. The young Slytherin was perplexed. Who was this girl?

“Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” Draco asked. She smiled.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in class, Malfoy?” she retorted.

Draco’s heart leaped. “You know who I am?”

“Of course I do. Everyone in our year knows who you are,” she replied as if this was common knowledge. It caught Draco off guard. She rolled her eyes. “Well?” she asked.

“What?” Draco replied. The Ravenclaw sighed. “Are you going to spin with me or not?”

Draco studied her for a few moments. She was looking at him with a slightly annoyed expression. Her hip was cocked to one side, and snowflakes were embedded in her hair. The strands were growing damp. Some had even begun to stick to her forehead. Her eyes seemed to sparkle, and her lips were bright red from the crisp air. She was almost otherworldly. Something about her was… different. Draco liked it.

“I’ll spin with you…” he trailed off. “Y/N Y/L/N,” the girl replied. Draco nodded and watched as she lifted her arms to the sky and began to twirl. The blonde boy hesitantly joined her. He was unsure at first, but after a few circles, he was already feeling lighter. When he began to feel dizzy, he stopped spinning and shifted his eyes to Y/N. Her eyes were closed; she looked peaceful. Draco was absolutely mesmerized.

She looked as ethereal and beautiful as she did on that snowy day in the courtyard, even with tears in her eyes. “Y/N Y/L/N, I’ve never been so enamored by anyone in my life as much as I am enamored of you. You are the most intelligent, pure, generous person I have ever met. I admire you more than I care to admit. I’m so glad that I saw your tie in that corridor. I don’t know where I would be right now if I hadn’t picked it up. You make me feel whole, Y/N. You’ve been the center of my life for eight years and... I’d like to ensure that you stay in the center for the rest of my years. The rest of our years. With that being said, will you marry me?”

Tears were streaming down Y/N’s cheeks. She could see the overflowing amount of love in Draco’s eyes when he looked at her. He looked at her as if she was the only person left on earth. Slowly, she glanced up at Draco’s parents. Narcissa was crying as well. She smiled at Y/N. Lucius was stoic, but there was tenderness in his eyes. When he made eye contact with Y/N, he nodded. She looked back at Draco and smiled. “Yes.”

Draco let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. He took the ring from the box with shaky hands and held it between his thumb and index finger. He grasped his now fiancé’s left hand and gently slipped the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly. Draco sprung to his feet, took Y/N’s face in his hands, and without hesitation, pressed his lips to hers. Their salty tears mixed with each other as they silently celebrated. When they pulled away, Draco turned to his parents. His mother welcomed him with open arms, and he rushed into them. Y/N watched fondly. And then Narcissa opened her arms once more for her. Tentatively, she walked forward and allowed herself to be embraced by her future mother in law. When Narcissa’s arms wrapped around her back, she felt a sense of peace overtake her. It felt good to have a mother’s hug again.

Lucius stared at Draco intently. Draco stared back just as firmly. Y/N was afraid of what might happen next. What if he was angry? What if she had only imagined that nod he’d given her. Her fears dissipated when Lucius laid a hand on Draco’s shoulder. “Well done, Draco,” he said quietly.

Draco’s chest swelled with pride. His father’s opinion and approval was something he’d been chasing for more than half of his life. So to finally hear those words fall from his lips was an exhilarating and freeing feeling. Both couples smiled and retook their former spots on the couches. Everyone felt lighter; the afternoon’s previous tension was now gone.

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Later on in the evening, Draco and Y/N were getting settled in Draco’s old bedroom. Narcissa had convinced them to stay the night so they could begin wedding preparations at once the next morning. They’d been shocked by her eagerness at first but shrugged it off when they remembered that her only son had just gotten engaged. Of course, she was excited.

“I can’t believe this is the first time I’m seeing your room,” Y/N said as she wandered around his room. She stopped at a mahogany desk facing a window. “Is this where you wrote me all those love letters?” she asked teasingly. Draco rolled his eyes. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, giving her a back hug. They stared out the window at the starry sky, and Draco pressed a kiss to Y/N’s nape. Then he pulled away. “Come, I want to show you something.”

Y/N looked at him skeptically but followed him out of his room and down the stairs anyway. He led her through twists and turns. They passed the kitchen, Lucius’s study, and a dark green living room before arriving at two tall doors. Draco smiled at her before placing both hands on the handles. Wordlessly, he turned them and pushed the doors open to reveal a magnificent marble ballroom. A gasp fell from Y/N’s lips.

“Oh, Draco, this is beautiful.”

Draco smiled and sneakily plucked his wand from his pocket and cast a charm on the piano in the left corner. It began to play soft classical music. He stuck his wand back in his pocket and turned to his fiancé. “Care to dance?” he asked while holding out his hand to her. She smiled lovingly at Draco. Her hand grasped his, but before they could dance, she reached down to grab her shoe. She removed one black heel and then the other. Draco wasn’t surprised; she’d never been one for fancy shoes.

“My mother would have a heart attack if she knew someone had put their bare feet on this floor. In fact, I think you might be the first to do so,” he said. Y/N shrugged. “It’ll be our secret,” she said. Draco smirked and pulled her out to the middle of the ballroom. His hand found her hip, and hers found his. And on a count of three, they began to waltz. The music grew quiet as the presence of one another took center stage. Their eyes never left the others. The two of them were so entranced by one another. So in love, they were.

They danced, and they danced. The music seemed to guide their steps as they moved forward and backward. For each twirl, Draco held his lover’s hand tightly, never wanting to let go. She looked breathtaking. Her eyes sparkled with the reflection of the grand chandeliers hanging overhead. Her skin glowed with joy as she twirled, and twirled, and twirled.

Suddenly, something in the window caught Draco’s eye. It was snowing. He felt his heart jump, and he quickly grabbed Y/N’s waist. She looked at him, confused as to why he’d unexpectedly grabbed her. But she didn’t have a moment to ask him any questions because he bent his legs and lifted her up onto his shoulder. “Draco!” she squealed. He paid her no mind as he began to run towards the balcony. When he reached the glass doors, he pushed them open and walked himself and Y/N out onto the stone terrace. He set her down and watched as her confusion was replaced with awe. Snowflakes had already begun to embed themselves in her hair. She gazed up at Draco and smiled.

“Would you like to spin with me?” she asked.

Draco grinned and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, eliciting a giggle to escape her. “Yes, I would.”

The couple lifted their arms to the sky and began to spin.

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taetaespeaches · 5 years ago

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“It’s a story for the grandkids.”

yoongi x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 2K

a/n: ok so this was inspired by my best friend Mads’ fear of spiders. I also got a request a while back for the first “I love you” for the min/kid couple, so I threw that into this. Basically, reader gets scared of a spider and Yoongi is amused, endeared, and in love. It’s just soft (and for once a lil chaotic) min/kid y’all. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! :))

oh also, this drabble is what takes place after Yoon leaves Namjoon’s studio to go see his girlfriend in, “OH, you’re jealous!” -that drabble is not at all necessary to read this drabble, it’s just a fun fact for those of you who are interested. Ok, enjoy!

SLUMPED against your headboard, your chin tucked into your neck, you waited for the next video in your YouTubed liked videos to start auto-playing. You lamely chuckled at the autotuned voice in the video saying, “Ohhh my gosh. There is literally soap EVERYWHEEERRRRRE,” as the person filmed a scene showing soap spilling onto the kitchen floor from the dishwasher.

Your boyfriend had texted about five minutes ago saying he was almost to your apartment, and to say you were excited was an understatement. You’d been dating the man for a little over two months and you’d grown quite fond of his sweet soul and calm demeanor. Fond… also an understatement.

Due to busy schedules, you hadn’t seen him all week and you were very much in need of some Min Yoongi, even though you knew you’d both just end up napping together. Your thoughts were pulled from your boyfriend at the sound of the voice in the video saying, “it’s like an ice cream dispenserrrr,” making you chuckle again.

As a video started playing of a sheep riding shotgun in a car wearing sunglasses, who apparently “wants to go see the ladies” baaa’d out the window at more sheep, you couldn’t help the giggles that spilled from your lips. However, when a black spot on the wall that was just in your line of vision moved, the video was instantly forgotten as you tossed the laptop to the bottom of the bed, jumping up onto your knees as you peered at the moving thing to see what it was.

Is that a fucking spider?! Panic set in and you stood up on your feet atop your mattress as squeals started spilling from your mouth. The arachnid was massive, and it was crawling down the wall toward the floor in an effort to attack you, obviously.

“Ohhhh my fucking god bitch,” you breathed out to yourself before running in place on your bed in a burst of adrenaline and panic.

At that moment, you heard the front door shut, alerting you to your boyfriend’s arrival. Little did you know Yoongi was cursing you for leaving your front door unlocked again, and little did he know you were in full panic just a few feet away.

As Yoongi kicked his shoes off, he was startled by you shouting out his name desperately. “Yoongi, oh my god, I need you to get in here now please,” you cried out. Confused, he hurried through your apartment, getting to your room with his eyes blown wide, finding you standing on your bed. Looking up and down your frame, which was adorned in his hoodie, he held his arms out in question.

“What the hell is happening, are you ok?”

“There’s a massive spider there and it’s crawling toward me,” you yelled at your boyfriend as you pointed across the room at the floor.

“A what?” He questioned, realization hitting him but not yet believing you would make such a scene over an eight-legged bug.

“A spider, Min, a devil spawn,” you told him before squealing, wrapping your arms around yourself as you cringed.

“Jesus christ,” he breathed out. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked, placing his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. “You’re gonna give me a goddamn heart attack.”

“Yoongi,” you whined, sending him a look of disbelief. “Don’t relax, now is not the time for relaxing, just kill it.”

Yoongi allowed his lips to curve up just the slightest as he stood up straight. “Why would I kill it? It didn’t actually attack you.”

“Yeah, because you got here and—”

“And what?” He teased, a chuckle building up in his chest.

“It’s feigning innocence,” you told him, fully aware of how ridiculous you were being, but your heart rate was still through the roof and you wanted that thing dead. Yoongi’s shoulders shook in laughter as he smiled his gummy grin at you. “Don’t laugh,” you complained, “it didn’t crawl down from wherever the hell these devil spawn come from to attack you in your room, you don’t get to laugh.”

“You’re such a baby,” he chuckled, “Where is it, Kid?”

“Where?” You asked in shock, “Where is-- it’s right there,” you pointed, “Can’t you see it? It’s practically the size of my head,” you yelled in exasperation.

Pausing from the current situation, Yoongi looked toward your laptop asking, “what the hell are you watching, Kid?”

For the first time since spotting the spider, you looked toward your laptop which had continued auto-playing your liked videos and was currently playing a video called, “The Divine David - The World Is Burning, Let's Masturbate!”

The person in the video, wearing an excessive amount of makeup and speaking in a rather posh voice, called for everyone to… well, masturbate.

“Let’s, let’s, let’s, singularly, on our own, ALL TOGETHER COLLECTIVELY, in celebrassion, in celebrassion of life, don’t be a stranger, the world’s burning…” the person spoke against a chaotic pulsing beat, both you and Yoongi taking a moment to watch the video for a few seconds.

“What? It’s a video,” you shrugged nonchalantly, Yoongi’s eyes lingering on the video for a moment longer as you stared at him watching his smile widen before shaking his head and turning back toward the spider.

Speaking through a chuckle, Yoongi questioned, “the size of your head, huh?”

Crossing your arms at his teasing, you shot him a glare. “Yes, the size of my head. Not yours though, nothing could ever be that big.”

Yoongi sucked air between his teeth at your playful insult, shaking his head. “Terrified from a measly little spider and you’re still making fun of me,” he smiled fondly. “Fuck, I love you.”

Wait what?! Love? Did he just—stunned and speechless, before you could call him out on his confession and before he even had time to realize what he just said, he jumped back a bit in surprise.

“Oh shit, why is it so big?” He questioned.

“I told you!” You insisted, momentarily forgetting the unplanned and unnoticed confession, making sure to take your opportunity to tell the Min Yoongi you did indeed tell him so.

Scanning the room, he spotted your slipper and quickly scooped it off the floor, wielding it as a weapon as he shuffled toward the monster. For the first time since your boyfriend’s arrival, you found yourself smiling. Yoongi was just so cute, trying to play brave but inside cowering at the sight of the spider.

When the spider moved a little toward Yoongi, he jolted with a small yelp, bringing the slipper down in a loud hit, smashing the spider against your floorboards. Not even looking at you, he took the slipper out of your bedroom, you just staring through the door as you listened to him shuffle around your bathroom before returning with a few tissues.

He wiped the remnants of the spider up and waddled out of the room, you stepping off your bed to follow him, his confession from just a minute ago being the only thing on your mind. As he washed his hands, giving one last cringe at the thought of the arachnid, you watched him with a soft smile.

Leaning against the doorway, you stared at his reflection in the mirror, and when he looked up and caught your gaze, he gave a shy smile. “What?” He asked.

“So, you love me, huh?” You teased him, your smile wide and adoring as you watched his facial expression shift to one of surprise.

“What?” He said in shock, his mouth shaping into an ‘o’, his eyes wide, making him look adorable and innocent, and so so confused.

“You told me in there,” you said softly, suddenly becoming shy right along with your boyfriend.

A blush met Yoongi’s cheeks as he looked down at his hands, shutting the water off and drying his hands on the towel. A soft smile overtook his features as he asked, “I did?” Turning to look at you, he met your gaze as you nodded.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, stepping closer to the bashful man. When you were within his reach, he grabbed the material of his hoodie that you wore, pulling you to him. Wrapping his arms around your waist, your brought yours around the back of his neck.

“Hi,” you whispered in response to the new proximity to him, Yoongi smiling softly.

“Finally a proper greeting,” he teased. “You need to start locking your door, I don’t know how many—”

“Yoongi,” you complained with a chuckle.

He let out a single breathy laugh, before looking from your face to the hoodie strings that rested against your abdomen. “That’s not how I planned on telling you,” he told you, with a shy smile.

Cocking your head, you smiled, your heart pounding against your chest. “How did you plan on telling me?”

Shrugging, he smirked. “I don’t know, maybe in the throes of passion or something.”

You giggled at the comment as Yoongi’s lips spread into that adorable gummy smile you loved so much. “Well, despite the fact that you weren’t rocking my world when you told me, it was perfect,” you told him just before leaning forward and kissing his lips sweetly. Pulling away just slightly, you looked at his lips before resting your forehead against his.

Yoongi’s hands squeezed the sides of your abdomen as he rubbed his nose against yours gently. “I’m in love with you, Kid,” he confessed through a soft smile.

Pulling away from him so you could scan his features, your fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck. “And I’m in love with you,” you replied, your eyes locked on his own.

His lips found yours again, deepening the kiss but keeping is soft and passionate as he pulled your body flush against his own. Breaking the kiss, he told you again, “I love you so much.”

Smiling, you placed another peck to his mouth. “You’re such a honey boy,” you teased him, Yoongi chuckling in response.

Pulling you into a hug, you nuzzled your face against his neck, giggling against his skin. “Can we just go take a nap or something, I did just battle a massive devil spawn for you.”

“My hero,” you cooed, kissing his jaw before pulling out of his arms and grabbing his hand, leading him to your bedroom.

Yoongi plopped on your bed as you grabbed your laptop, preparing to shut it off as a Klaine scene from the show Glee was playing. To be specific, it was a scene in which Blaine brings home a bedbug infested couch and they have a total freakout.

“Hey, it’s us,” you pointed to the video as you looked at Yoongi. He watched the scene for a moment before chuckling, shaking his head.

You shut down the laptop and crawled into bed with your boyfriend, allowing him to wrap his arms around you. Yoongi had been in the studio all day and you could feel his breath becoming slower and deeper as sleep began to overtake him. However, at a sudden realization, you couldn’t help but giggle as you drew circles against his t-shirt covered chest.

“What?” He asked, tucking his chin into his neck to look down at you.

“You confessed for the first time with the ‘let’s masturbate’ video playing,” you laughed, looking up at him just in time to see him sigh deeply.

“Well, fuck,” he mumbled, though a small smile was toying on his lips.

“Let me just say again, the confession was perfect,” you grinned, craning your neck to place a kiss to his jaw.

His eyes closed as he pulled you just a little bit closer to him, letting out a deep breath as his body relaxed. “It’s a story for the grandkids,” he said with a grin.

“Ah yes, slaying spiders and masturbation,” you smiled as you shut your own eyes, nuzzling your face against his chest. “Grampa Min is quite progressive.”

Yoongi chuckled at your comment, his hand squeezing your hip. “Go to sleep, Kid.”

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‘Sequins & Zippers’ Summary: An internship with Harry Lambert transformed into a job of a lifetime - Aurora Del Gatto finds herself touring the world with the one & only Harry Styles as his ‘Head of Wardrobe.’ Aurora is nothing but nerves & excitement as she packs her bags & almost 100 custom designer suits that belong to an unbelievably kind rockstar. She never thought she’d fall in love on top of it all.

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A/N: as the title suggests, this is the final show, the end of s&z. I want to thank literally anyone who has read a single word of this story. I started Aurora & Harry’s story at the end of hslot18 & was working on it off & on but set out to finish & post it all in 2020. Thank you for not only reading but for bearing with me when I posted late or not at all. I love these 2 with my whole ass heart. & a big sappy shout out to @sadaboutniall for chatting through S&Z with me for well over a year & not getting sick of me (or at least not telling me AKLNADSHADF) & for still to this day sending me links to random things & being like ‘omg this is so aurora’ 🖤

anyways, here we go, the final part to Aurora & Harry’s story, for now.

love you all, mean it.

Don’t forget to reblog :)

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Aurora made sure to wake up before Harry. She knew it wouldn’t be too hard considering how late they were up after the show last night, high off the 1st show in LA and celebrating Mitch’s birthday. She wrote him a note saying she’d meet him at The Forum and left it on his bedside table. Tiptoeing through Harry’s unfamiliar LA home, Aurora gets ready quickly. It’s gonna be a long day, she knows it and the early sunrise is just starting to cast through the windows. Her phone dings from her bag on the counter and it’s Jeff letting her know a car is picking her up from Harry’s in 10 minutes.

She’s still not used to all of this, the jet black private cars and the back doors to arenas even after 67 shows in 5 months. It still makes her anxiety spike when she doesn’t know where she is exactly or where she’s going. She’s learned to trust more, trust her own gut, trust people that are on her side, her team, her family. Aurora’s still not used to the fact that this is her life but just as it’s gotten more and more familiar, it’s about to change.

Large cardboard boxes are waiting for her when she gets to The Forum and meets up with Jeff.

“Have you opened them yet?” Aurora asks him, giddily.

“Nope, was waiting for you. It’s all you,” Jeff says while motioning to the boxes.

Aurora rips open the top box and a wide smile finds a home on her face.

Harry Styles

The Final Show

Of The

First Tour

Of The

Debut Album

Los Angeles

California

“Oh my god, they’re perfect,” Aurora exclaims. As she admires them Jeff is directing a group of people to start handing them out. Aurora grabs one for her and another for Harry before she gets to work helping hand out the tshirts to everyone. The crew and all the tour staff are changing into the matching white t-shirts when Aurora’s phone chimes with a text from Harry letting her know he’s left and on the way. Aurora’s smile hasn’t left her face since she got to The Forum this morning and she knows the smile will only get bigger as the day goes on. She also knows that if she stops smiling she might start crying and she’s not ready for that yet.

Aurora and Helene make their way to the tunnel they know Harry will be driving into and parking his car. They’re waiting for him in their matching t-shirts, Helene’s camera ready and giggling about something from the night before when they see the first glimpse of Harry’s bright yellow car come into view up the ramp. His windows are down, music is playing loudly and he’s wearing his pink tinted sunglasses as he pulls in. People are bustling around, some arriving for the first time today and others already running around with lists to complete before the final show. Everyone looks the same and it’s exactly how Aurora wanted it. The celebratory t-shirts remind her of the big productions they put on at school or the end of year dance recitals. She likes the feeling it creates when everyone’s decked out in their shirts and she wants to celebrate Harry and his entire team. The final show. It’s marking the end of an era. His era.

When Harry gets out of his car, tossing his duffle over his shoulder and sliding his glasses into his hair he stops before he gets to closing the driver door. Aurora hears the click of Helene’s camera. A dimpled smile forms on Harry’s face and no one is really sure if it’s because Aurora’s waiting for him or it’s the tshirts everyone seems to have gotten the memo about. He closes the door eventually and beelines straight for Aurora.

“I have a feeling you have something to do with this,” Harry says as he tugs lightly at Aurora’s t-shirt.

“Might have,” she giggles before kissing him quickly. “Happy final show day!”

“Don’t make me cry already,” he whines, wrapping his arms around Aurora’s shoulders before hiding his face in her hair.

There hasn’t been a single moment of silence all day. The excited chatter, the reminiscing of the crazy moments of the past 5 months, the inevitable tears from just about everyone as they begin their goodbyes. Aurora hasn’t strayed much from Harry all day, only once to sneak out to the entrance of The Forum to see all the displays with Helene and check out the lines of fans. Aurora had to cut her adventure short when she felt her eyes start to fill with tears. She wasn’t ready to deal with that yet.

They’re finally alone in Harry’s dressing room and the silence is welcomed. There’s still bustling and muted chatter and excitement coming from the other side of the door.

Aurora adjusts the shoulders of Harry’s velvet jacket once he’s slid his arms through the sleeves. She lets out a heavy sigh when she drops her arms to her sides. Harry gives her a look that she can only guess is in place of a million words that he can’t manage to string together right now. Aurora has a million and one that she would like to say to him but it’s not the time or place and she really doesn’t want to cry right now. In the silence, Harry pulls at Aurora’s shoulder and wraps his arms around her tight.

“Your shirt is gonna get all wrinkly,” Aurora comments after a few beats. She doesn’t make a move to pull away from Harry, instead she carefully buries her head into his shoulder and squeezes him tighter.

As if on cue, a knock on the door pulls them apart. Harry calls back letting whoever had knocked that he’ll be ready in a minute. Harry kisses Aurora quickly before he grabs his boots from the bottom of the wardrobe case and sits down on the couch to slide them on.

“Ope, love, got some lipstick on you,” Aurora notices. Her lips quirk up in a smirk as she grabs for a makeup wipe nearby. Harry’s standing from the couch when she turns back to him. “Lemme,” she offers, a soft hand reaching up to cup his jaw to hold his head in place. As she goes to wipe away the red waxy mark across his mouth, she pauses first. “One last good luck kiss,” she whispers. When her lips meet his, it's like their tiny little world unfurls right before them. As if today hadn’t been reminiscent enough, Aurora is reminded of all the moments they’ve spent here in what feels like the same dressing room that has just been picked up and moved to another city every day. As Harry runs a light touch down Aurora’s arm they’re both reminded of the small burn mark that’s left from the steamer back in Germany. And Aurora can’t help but pull him in closer because that was one of those early memories that she knew he was a good one, that he wasn’t just some rich pop star that had a revolving door of women coming through his hotel rooms. Another knock pulls them away, yet again. And when Aurora opens her eyes she can't help but squint because she has literally sunshine staring back at her. She steps away only a few inches and goes back to what she was meant to be doing. Wiping away the red stain from Harry’s mouth, she avoids his eyes and focuses on the colour disappearing from his skin.

“Should touch up your lippy,” Harry chuckles when Aurora fully pulls away to toss the dirty makeup wipe in the bin. Aurora takes a look in the mirror and laughs along with him.

“Yikes, I’ll fix this and meet you out there okay?”

“Promise me you’ll be right here when I get off stage tonight?”

“Of course,” Aurora promises, squeezing his hand. The last bit of the pre show playlist starts to near the end and Aurora wants to find her spot in the audience and she has just one last surprise for Harry before he starts his last show. “I should go find my seat,” she almost whispers, not really wanting to leave him just yet, but time is running out. She reluctantly kisses his cheek, careful not to leave any lipstick behind and pulls a piece of paper out of her pocket and hands it to him. “Thought I owed you a note,” she says before she begins to walk away. “Good luck!” She blows him one last kiss before walking through a curtain, away from Harry and into the audience.

Harry,

No words will ever properly describe how proud I am of you. You will forever be my biggest inspiration; from your music to the way kindness is embedded in everything you do. You have changed so many people's lives and I am lucky enough to say that mine is forever changed because I am loved by you. I love you so much.

You are absolute sunshine.

Have fun on stage, rockstar.

Love ya ta bits, Harry Styles.

All the love. As always,

Rory

Nobody is there to see it, but his eyes sparkle, even in the dark of the backstage. The sparkle could be a reflection from the already flashing stage lights or it could be another tear trying to make its way out of his eye, it’s hard to tell at this point. He takes a shaky breath and thanks all the rock gods before him for his life. He reads the note one more time before folding it back up and sliding into the pocket at the inside of his jacket and running up the stairs as the opening of Only Angel begins.

“Good evening, Los Angeles. Welcome to the final show!” Harry speaks for the first time since appearing on the stage. There are chills running down Aurora’s spine as the entire arena erupts in earth shattering screams in reaction to Harry using his own lyrics as an homage to the tour. Aurora keeps catching the faces of fans in the pit and around her when the lights flicker against their tear splotted faces but bright smiles still permanently shine regardless. She can’t even begin to explain the beating of her heart, the fullness of her chest, the tingle in her fingers. It’s truly remarkable that they can hear Harry’s voice at all over everyone singing along to every song.

As Stockholm Syndrome begins, Aurora smiles even brighter remembering where it all started. The pink suit she had to repair in a quick few minutes and hearing a lone Harry Styles sing a song the world is used to hearing being sung by 5 boys. It’s a moment of shock that jolts Aurora as she stands against the banister and she shakes her head because she’s missing it. Missing Harry give this song his all. Probably the last time he’ll ever perform this song. Cause the next time around he’ll have more of his own music to share and won’t be able to make a disclaimer about only having 10 songs to his own name.

Alongside Stockholm Syndrome, there’s a list of songs he’ll never perform live again but Aurora does her best not dwell on that because she gets to hear him sing for the rest of her life.

Sweet Creature and If I Could Fly leave the majority of the audience swaying slowly, still singing along and Harry barely manages to open his eyes. When he does open his eyes it's only for a moment and he’ll catch a glimpse of someone in front of him and he can’t help but stupidly smile. He’s soaking it all in. He wants to remember this feeling. He wants to remember the sound of an echoey arena when the audience sings along gently, completely in unison, filling in the parts he doesn’t sing anymore. They aren’t yelling or screaming the lyrics, but treating them with care, the same way Harry has delivered these lyrics to them every night. He tries to quiet them down and it takes longer than it has any other night.

“Shh, it’s your turn,” he says with such a calming tone that Aurora stops dead in her tracks. She knows that voice better than anyone and she instantly loses the tingling of nerves in her fingers. She welcomes the calm and closes her eyes for a second. The sound of everyone in the room finishing If I Could Fly for him makes his heart float right up to his throat and it threatens to fall out and explode as the singing continues and he keeps playing his guitar. God, he’ll miss this, he thinks. He finishes the last few lines with the audience and closes his eyes again. He’s really gonna fucking miss this.

“I’d like to invite my wonderful band up on the stage,” Harry interludes while moving his mic to a new spot and adjusting his guitar. A little surprise for the final show. And yet again, Harry shushes the audience as the excitement of something unique to the Final Show arises.

I’ve got a girl crush.

The audience erupts so loudly so quickly it's startling. It's impressive how loud the audience is when they start singing along to a song that hasn’t been on a single set list all tour. The way Harry sings this song in particular reminds Aurora of all the times she gets to hear him sing when he’s on his own, not putting on a show, singing for himself.

I hate to admit it but, I’ve got a heart rush, it ain’t slowing down.

This is how he sounds when he’s messing around, having fun, pure undeniable joy while singing. It’s different behind closed doors somehow. He doesn’t mind when his voice cracks, or belts too high and he can’t finish the lyrics or even a single word. He laughs at himself in those moments and Aurora isn’t sure if he’s aware of it when he’s singing around like that. She loves him in those moments, soft and carefree.

“This is the final night of the tour, of everything,” Harry says after the lights on the audience have turned up and he’s back on the mainstage. He points to a fan in the audience “What’s wrong with you?” He mimics the girl shaking her head, clearly not wanting to come to terms that this is the final show. “Oh you’re just sad?” he asks to confirm. Harry’s voice pitches up, “how do you think I feel?” and the audience erupts in laughter. It's the theme of the evening, being emotional over the final show, being excited to be there. Harry see’s Kacey in the middle of the pit and she’s holding a sign thanking him. Harry praises her from the stage and thanks her in return for joining the tour.

“We’re gonna sing another song for you now, but before we go any further I will be thanking people along the way. I hope you don’t mind. There are so many people in this audience tonight that quite simply I wouldn’t be on this stage without.” Harry pauses and turns his head in the direction where he knows everyone close to him is at. “All of you, you know who you are. Thank you so much for coming tonight. I love you very much. Thank you for being here with us tonight.” Somehow in a room of thousands of people Harry finds Aurora’s eyes. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he runs on before a quick pause. “And,” he gathers his thoughts again, clearly losing what he was meaning to say or do next, “I’ll see you in a little bit,” he rambles quickly.

“Promise me you’ll be right here when I get off stage tonight?”

The simple request rings in Aurora’s head and she misses what he says or does next but when she focuses back in the opening notes give her the gist of what he might have said.

It’s the song that made him. The beginning of it all, really. Yelling along to these lyrics is anyone's right of passage into the room filled with love and kindness. Aurora knows this song isn’t one that will be performed for it’s last time tonight. It's his anthem as an artist, as Harry Styles. It's the song anyone and everyone knows regardless if you were ever a One Direction or Harry Styles fan. What Makes You Beautiful echoes off the walls and the floor and the ceiling and even though Harry has fully made it his own, changed the octave, changed the backing track, changed the rhythm of the lyrics, every single person that fills The Forum is singing along like it’s the original track. As the audience sings the version they’ve known for 7 years and Harry performs his solo rendition, it’s hard to fight the utter joy that erupts in Aurora’s chest.

The anthem is completed with Harry dancing around the stage while waving 3 different flags. The image alone ecompases the whole point of this song, the whole point of this tour, the whole entire fucking point of Treat People With Kindness. And right now there’s nothing more Aurora loves than watching Harry dance along to the “na na na’s.” His hair wildly flopping around, the light reflecting off of the gold and silver details, the sight of the ENTIRE pit jumping up and down.

“Okay, let’s get emotional,” Harry says before asking for the lights up again. “Thank you, this is part of the show where I’m gonna say thank you to a couple people, then I’m gonna sing a song and then I’m gonna leave. We’re gonna all pretend like I’ve gone but 90 seconds later I’m gonna come back and do a couple more songs. Alright?” Screams, nothing but screams fill the room.

As Harry begins his thank you speech to his crew Aurora just knows. He’s hitting that point where it’s all really sinking in. He’s taking long pauses between words but masking it as needing to take a breather from being out of breath from singing and dancing. Aurora knows, though. She knows he’s pushing back the tears, swallowing down the bittersweetness of it all.

“Thank you to my friends, my family, my manager, to all who are all in the audience tonight.” And then Harry starts to stutter over his words. “I-I have to thank my Head of Wardrobe that’s been on tour with me since March.” Aurora brings her hands up to her heart because this is the thank you she wasn’t prepared for. “Thank you for making me sparkle just right on stage and for making sure this was always a family show after I ripped several trousers.” And that’s where Harry leaves it. He doesn’t finish the family show bit, but the audience knows enough to finish it for him.

Aurora’s in shock. It was unexpected and she feels like there’s cotton in her ears as the audience continues to scream and she hears waves of “aw” coming from the fans when they put it together. Jeff claps a hand on Aurora’s shoulder and it brings her back to the moment. Aurora mouths a thank you to Harry on stage while he’s still looking in her direction.

Harry shakes his head before completing his thank yous to the fans. The ones who made this all possible.

Sign of the Times hurts. It really truly hurts. The way his vocals are pretty much perfect and there’s almost a pained look on his face as he belts through it. Aurora doesn’t take her eyes off of him the entire time. He feels it too, the heavy emotion of the song. And he knows he’s not crying in a cool way, he’s crying cause this is it for now. This is the last of it. There's no reason to act cool about it. And Aurora can see the sparkle in his eye and it’s not from the rhinestones on his jacket. It’s from the tears that are welling up in his waterline

And it’s when he snaps his mic back into the stand at center stage, lets out a quick breath through pursed lips, his eyes looking up to the ceiling, that Aurora knows he’s really crying. The quick wipe across his eyes and cheek solidifies the thought.

We don’t talk enough. We should open up.

And then there are tears brimming in her eyes. And as he continues to sing Sign of the Times she lets the tears fall for the first time that day.

“I hope to be seeing you all very soon.” The gritty opening of Kiwi starts and it rattles Aurora’s chest. The last and final song of the tour. Harry blows Aurora a kiss before fully going for it. It's the end and he’s got nothing to lose.

There’s a sinking feeling when Harry goes for his water bottle once he’s finished singing the last lyric of Kiwi. It’s the end.

But it seems that it’s not. His band doesn’t stop playing and Harry swallows the last gulp of water he took and launches into Kiwi for a 2nd time.

Aurora’s jaw drops. She had no idea. He hadn’t told her about this. She wishes she could say she’s surprised that this is something he planned but she really isn’t. When she thinks about it, she should’ve known.

It’s pure adrenaline coursing through him. There are no words to describe him on stage right now. Carefree or loose doesn’t even cut it. He’s out of breath but STILL dancing around, singing into the mic and engaging with the audience and his band.

“Holland tunnel for a nose it’s always backed up!” The audience yells when he points the mic towards them unable to finish the line himself.

And then he snaps his mic into the stand and starts to jog down the stairs and through the aisle. Aurora just laughs cause at this point there’s literally no telling what he does next. A cordless mic appears in his hand halfway down the aisle.

I’m having your baby!

He appears on the b stage, a spotlight following him the entire time. As Harry dances along to the music Aurora’s hands go into her hair and her eyes widen. She can’t help but shake her head when he changes the lyrics.

She’s all over me and I'm exhausted, I’m exhausted. Sing it !

And he’s running back down the stairs, through the aisle again and up the main stage stairs. Aurora’s still in her spot unable to even dance around or sing along as she watches him. It’s entrancing to watch this all go down in front of her. He catches a sunflower mid air when he’s back on stage. Literally anything could happen at this point.

Aurora’s sure he’s gonna collapse right there on stage but he doesn’t, yet. He takes a last sip of water and makes his way to center stage for the finale.

He sticks his tongue out which indicates to the fans that he’s not finished yet, he’s not ending this night just yet. He’s not about to do the signature whale. Instead, he pumps up the crowd, mouthing “make some noise,” and then he motions to Alex, his guitar tech and the rest of his sound crew that are at the side of the stage. Aurora catches him yelling “I’m exhausted,” to them but still turns away and walks back to center stage. He makes eye contact with each of his band mates and circles a hand around above his head to indicate One More Time. He raises up his pointer finger to Mitch, “one more time” he mouths at him.

“Should we do it one more time?” Harry yells.

Earth shattering screams are the response and Aurora thinks all the times before when she thought that she’s never heard such a deafening audience she was wrong. Because now, in this moment at The Forum with Harry asking the audience if he should do Kiwi for a 3rd time she knows it’s the loudest thing she’s ever heard in her entire life. The sound will ring in her ears for days.

And so he goes for it again. A third time. Now she’s in shock.

She worked her wait through a cheap pack of cigarettes,

Hard liquor mixed with a little bit of intellect

And all the boys they were saying she was into it

Such a pretty-

He’s well and truly out of breath. The look on his face is helpless. “Sing it,” he manages to breathe out into the mic before almost doubling over. So instead of taking the mic with him and trying to muster through the vocals, he leaves the mic snapped in and walks away from it. He’s mouthing the lyrics as every single person in the audience yells them to him. He’s walking back and forth from stage left to stage right, making sure to give enough of himself to every single person in the room.

The shock has slightly worn off and there’s a hint of concern weighing on Aurora but she still sings along with everyone. He ends up singing some of the chorus but he really can’t get through much of it on his own. He doesn’t finish a single line himself the rest of the song but he doesn’t care, nobody cares. Even though he can't muster up the energy or adrenaline to sing he doesn’t stop dancing. He’s tangling himself up in his mic cord and Aurora hopes he’s got enough luck and adrenaline left in him to not fall.

And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it, It’s like I paid for it, I'm gonna pay for this.

He drops to his knees center stage, head hanging low. It's a quick second of pure exhaustion before he’s bobbing his head around, hair flying and arms pumping.

Finally, as Kiwi comes to an end for the 3rd time that night, he takes a sip of water and gives the final show. He sprays water into the air, the music blares out and the lights flare.

“I’m gonna go get him,” Aurora tells Jeff before leaving their section. She moves through the pit as Harry is hugging his band once the music ends. She understands now, the last thing he said to her before getting on stage. The look on his face when he goes to hug Mitch says it all. Aurora waits backstage near the stage steps, watching Harry, Mitch, Sarah, Clare and Adam take their final bow. She hugs Harry’s bandmates as they come down the stairs one at a time. Harry is taking one more lap of the stage before he is walking off, a stark contrast from how he normally runs off the stage after all of his other shows. When he reaches the stairs he walks down slowly and lets out a big sigh, shoulders dropping and a hopeless look appears on his face as his feet hit the floor. Aurora feels like she can’t move fast enough towards him even though she’s not even 2 feet from the stairs. She wraps her arms tightly around his shoulders, his face instantly finding a home hiding in her neck. A sob racks through his chest and she reaches up to place a hand in his hair. He’s breathing heavily and she’s running her hand over the back of his head, smoothing down his curls. Harry wraps his arms around her waist, his grip getting tighter every second they stand there.

“Hey, Sunshine,” Aurora says softly, her hands making their way to Harry’s cheeks, so she can look him in the eyes. Once she makes out his face in the dark, she can see that his eyes are already swelling up from the tears that are now consistently flowing down his cheeks. “Hey,” she coos at him, using the pads of her thumbs to wipe the tears from the top of his cheeks. Aurora’s heart breaks at the sight in front of her but she knows she needs to be his rock right now. She can be sad about this tour ending later. She can be emotional about how proud she is of Harry, later. Aurora kisses him softly, fitting their lips together perfectly, just as they always do. The kiss is a bit more wet than normal, from the tears still falling down Harry’s face. When they break apart, he offers her a small smile before there’s a laugh erupting from him. He takes his hands from her waist and uses the back of his hands to wipe at his eyes roughly.

“That was the final show,” he says softly.

“Yeah,” she sighs, her hands reaching to grab for his, “you did it, Rockstar.” He drops his head onto Aurora’s shoulder again. He’s utterly exhausted, physically and emotionally. “Come on, let’s go get you some water and I’m pretty sure you’ve got some friends that wanna say congrats.” She drops his hands and wraps one arm around his waist and he throws one over her shoulder as they make their way to the double doors that lead them to the dressing rooms and lounges.

“Thanks for being there when I got off,” he says as he presses a kiss to her hair, “knew I was barely gonna make it to the end.”

“Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

It’s a weird feeling, pulling every single suit from the wardrobe cases. It’s a weird feeling to be around while the stage gets taken down. They never stayed long enough after a show night to see it get taken down, Aurora’s only ever seen it being built night after night. It’s stupidly therapeutic and symbolic Aurora thinks to herself as she checks off another item of clothing on her list.

She really doesn’t have to be organizing Harry’s suits right now. She doesn’t need to be taking inventory at this exact moment. This could easily wait till tomorrow afternoon. But Harry’s been lingering around the Forum since his last guest left. He’s completely sober even after the several drinks he tossed back with friends in the backstage lounge in celebration. Everyone’s left besides the crew. Harry can’t pull himself together enough to leave and accept that tour is over. That this era is over.

“I’m gonna go away for awhile. I’m gonna make some more music and I will see you again very soon.”

The 2 sentences echo in his head. The hitch in his throat comes back every time he thinks about it. He’s having a hard time saying goodbye to this. He’s never loved the end of tour. It’s too bittersweet. The performing bit is his favourite part of his job. This time though, it's more bitter than sweet because he doesn't have to go running back home to fit in all the time with his loved ones. The past 2 years have been on his terms. He doesn’t have to hectically plan visits or vacations. He gets to take his time. Go stay with his mum for a month if he wants, travel with Gemma and Michael, visit his god children, freaking write music whenever he wants, whenever the inspiration comes about.

Harry knows the inspiration won’t be hard to find. He takes a glance over at Rory. Her tongue is poking out between her lips in concentration as she examines another one of his suits. He can’t help the blush that rises to his cheeks as he watches her. His Rory. He knows in the back of his mind that he’ll have to say goodbye to her more than he would like in the next couple of months. More goodbyes than they’ve ever shared in the past 5. That’s what makes this more bitter than sweet.

Harry just sits on one of the crates as he chats with his crew. It’s the most genuine time he’s been able to spend with them but he knows these people, his tour family. He asks a few about how their wives are doing and when the due dates are of their babies. He jokes about hoping he didn’t work them too hard and to expect a call from him in the future to pack it all up again and get on with another tour. Harry’s laughter echoes through the emptying arena and every so often it pulls Aurora from her concentration. She catches his eyes sometimes and she can’t help but smile. And in the bright overhead lights of the almost empty arena, the brightest light is the one smiling back at her. Harry’s tear streaked face, unruly curls and dimpled cheeks are the only thing that she can focus on.

Aurora now stands near the door that leads back to the dressing rooms, her wardrobe cases ready to be packed up and dealt with later. She watches as Harry continues to shake every single person’s hand. He thanks everyone individually, even approaches the Forum’s cleaning staff that are weaving in and out of the seats. Every few thank you’s he looks back at her, his Rory. His Rory who has been his rock, his best friend, his stylist, his lover. There are too many words to describe his Rory but also not enough. He doesn’t think he could’ve made it through this tour without her and he’s so fucking thankful.

When he finally joins Aurora in the doorway he presses a sure kiss to her forehead, their hands tangling together. They don’t say anything as they walk back through the now empty halls back to Harry’s car parked on the other side of the arena. Harry’s lost in his head and so is Aurora and neither of them need to say anything to each other at this moment.

Harry can’t grasp how he’s supposed to explain to Aurora that he didn’t expect her to have this amount of an impression on him. Didn’t expect her to change his entire life. How does he explain to her that he doesn’t think he could’ve done all that he’s done since March without her? How does he show her that she means that much to him?

Harry doesn’t know, but Aurora's thoughts line up almost perfectly with his.

And as they get into his car, buckle their seatbelts and make their way home Harry doesn’t turn on the music and Aurora simply reaches for his hand to anchor herself to this moment. It’s way too late at night, or maybe by this point too early in the morning but when Aurora looks at Harry, it all comes flooding back to her.

Sunshine in its purest form is sitting next to her. When Harry catches Aurora’s gaze before driving out of the parking lot he remembers all the things they’ve done, all the things they’ve seen and he can’t help but be excited for what will happen next.

He can't’ wait to see the colours she’ll shine just for him, his own Aurora Borealis.

She doesn’t have to go a day without sunshine.

Who knew that a pink Gucci suit would have started all of this.

🖤🖤🖤

#Sequins & zippers #aurora on tour #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fluff #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot #one direction writing #one direction fanfic #1d fanfic #Harry styles #harry styles x ofc

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saladejin · 5 years ago

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Call An Uber? | 19

BTS x Reader | idolverse au, uber driver!Reader, translator!Reader | Fluff, flirting, super slow burn, angst and hurt/comfort, mature themes and eventual smut

Summary: Your normal life with a normal, yet inconsistent job gets drastically changed when your dreams come true. Sounds boring right?

What happens when all of this occurs, but you’re still doing something you love AND getting a large sum for it? Now there’s something to think about, and it’s definitely not what you’re thinking.

Warnings: Drunken shenanigans, flirting and sexual implications

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: Pt. 2 of the game! You can tell I had fun with this part, sorry if the decisions don’t match up with what you guys would choose, I know we’d all have a hard time picking though lmao.

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Knowing I had a decision, Jimin inched closer until I could basically feel the body heat oozing from his skin. The rest of the room was silent as they waited for what I would do. I could barely register the presence of the others at the moment though, because all I could seem to focus on were the smouldering burnt umber eyes in front of me. Even in all their makeup-free glory, they were magnificent in the way they helplessly drew me in and made me feel restless in every way.

I gave myself one final nod before rising to my knees and leaning further towards him.

Taehyung and Jungkook were unblinking like owls as they followed the movements with their widened gazes. My hands never left the muscles of Jimin’s upper arm, and I felt them tense suddenly as my face moved downwards to his jaw. I let my eyes trail the clear, albeit with a slight sheen of sweat, beautiful expanse of his collarbone and neckline before finally planting a gentle kiss on the bump I found in the middle. I felt his Adam’s apple move underneath my lips as he gulped against his will, and I wished I could see how he looked during the moment.

I wanted to see his head tilted upwards, his expression. I wanted to see how his eyes darkened and how he fought the urge to bite down on his bottom lip for a few heart-stopping seconds. I could only see the way his fists clenched while they rested beside him against the ground, as if he wanted to mix them into the action so badly, but couldn’t because it was only meant to be a stupid game.

“His…throat?” Taehyung pondered aloud once I pulled away. What had only taken a mere two seconds had felt like a lifetime, and I had to divert my attention when the feeling of my lingering breath caused a shiver to travel the length of Jimin’s spine noticeably.

“Nope. I know it’s not quite right, but I meant his vocal cords.” I shook my head, feeling somewhat embarrassed by the idea.

“Oh! But it’s impossible to be direct so you just went over the top?” Hoseok closed his eyes and breathed in awe, reaching out for a sharp high-five much to my amusement.

“Oh, how thoughtful of our (Y/n),” Seokjin murmured, also shaking his head in admiration before clapping slowly and laughing along with the others.

Jimin sat displaying a small tender smile, bringing one hand up to brush his fingers against the skin of his neck briefly. He then tried to hide his face while chuckling in pure bashfulness, and I again drew blanks on how quickly his whole demeanour could change in less than a second.

“His voice gives me actual life, what more can I say?” I pursed my lips and shrugged. “Actually, there’s a lot more, but I won’t go into it because I think Yoongi over there will skin me alive if I take much longer.”

Amidst the chuckling, I saw Jimin bring his gaze up to look at me meaningfully from across the room. It was noisy again, but I watched him mouth a tiny ‘thank you’ while straightening his posture. He was positively glowing. I couldn’t help but return the warm smile straight away, because I felt so delighted that he was happy and confident with the praise I’d implied through the kiss.

“Jungkook-ah and Yoongi-hyung to go. Rock paper scissors or just shuffle?” Hoseok managed after the sudden chatter had died down.

“Shuffle the damn thing, Kook-ah looks too scared to focus right now,” Yoongi snorted, a gummy smile making an appearance as he picked on the younger member.

“I’m not scared at all,” Jungkook complained, sharply moving to knock the hood off his head and ruffle his night-black bangs until they weren’t as tangled. Taehyung nudged a teasing elbow into the maknae’s arm, boxy smile never failing as he messed around with the other boy. Namjoon had been quiet for a while, but he was still fully absorbed into what would happen next – just like every other being in the room, including a certain grumpy rapper.

“Hyung it’s you!” Jimin and Hoseok screamed together, amusement reaching a new peak as the name flashed brightly on the screen.

“Well about time, I thought I was going to die here without getting my kiss,” Yoongi grunted, shifting so that he was perched on the very edge of the bed.

“Oi, don’t mess up my bedsheets so much,” Seokjin scolded from beside him, leaning his large body backwards to try and smooth out the covers with his arms.

So it is Jin’s room, looks like I was kind of right anyway.

I eventually got to my feet because Yoongi was too high for me to reach properly from the floor.

“Do you want me on the ground?” He inquired passively, but I narrowed my eyes at him for his questionable choice of words.

“No, I’ll have you on the bed,” I answered just as boldly. The whole room exploded and all we could hear was the soundless chuckling of the two youngest members, the loud cackles of Hoseok, Namjoon and Jimin, and the semi-muffled squeakiness belonging to Seokjin as he tried to hold it in.

“Well there’s a lot to think about with you. I love the brilliant rapping skill, but your tongue is a little too hard to kiss, right?” I decided to take it further with one cocked eyebrow.

“Yes, it’s moving a little too fast for me unfortunately.” He kept a level tone much to my surprise, but the response itself caused me to double over. We already needed to dig graves for the rest of the room as it was.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you just –”

“I don’t know if I should have regrets right now.” Yoongi laughed quietly and licked his lips once as he glanced at everyone dying around him. I adored the way his sharp eyes were curved into little crescents, and I also felt my heart clench at the sight of the little crinkles appearing at the edges.

“I’m allowing myself two for this one,” I announced loudly before striding forwards and slowly leaning over his smiling face. Given enough time to react, Yoongi took note of my close proximity and straightened his sitting position. His smile faltered only slightly, but I still caught it.

“Is this okay for you?” I asked softly so only he would hear. The words were drowned out for the others anyway because of how they started to reprimand me for changing up the rules.

“Yeah, thanks for checking though.” He smirked and nodded once, casting his gaze downwards because he didn’t really know what else to do. He wasn’t pouting, but he had that stare where he just flattened out his smile and looked like an awkward ball of fluff. It was so cute and loveable, I just wanted to squish his cheeks together.

Who would even know this is one of the fiercest rappers in the world?

I leaned over him slowly again and was grateful that he angled his face upwards so I could figure out where I was going. Since he was sitting, the height made it so that the top of his head only just fell short of mine.

I cupped his face with two hands, telling him to close his eyes before brushing my lips over each of his eyelids ever so slowly. It was a strange place to kiss, so I kept the contact literally as feathery as I could, only grazing over them to indicate I had been there. I felt his eyes flutter when I pulled away, and resisted the urge to giggle when his eyelashes suddenly tickled the underside of my chin and cheek. He had apparently snapped them open as soon as he could, surprised despite saying he wouldn’t be before.

“Wow, Yoongi-hyung’s eyes are pretty unique,” Namjoon noted from down on the floor, earning noises of agreement from a few others. They laughed openly at how the eldest rapper just continued to nod indifferently. He still seemed a tad shy and shaken, but he chose not to let it show all that much.

“Okay Jungkook, I think they all want to go to bed soon. I’ll try and be quick.”

I hopped over to the other side of the circle, kind of stunned to see that he wasn’t looking as wide-eyed as he had before. Maybe he’d just gotten over the shock since he’d watched everyone else go through the same thing?

“Since it’s the last one, make it really surprising,” Jimin suggested, right before continuing to exchange whispers with Hoseok and now Taehyung too. I was suspicious of them and their offhand chuckling, but there was nothing I could do but just suspect that they were all up to no good. Seokjin, Namjoon and Yoongi also eyed them questioningly from the other side. I could only sigh and share in their confusion.

I turned back to Jungkook and saw him shift his eyes suddenly to the side, as if he didn’t want to be caught looking. The trio of misfits chuckled again, and I looked back and forth between the two in an even greater amount of suspicion.

Okay, he’s acting way too weirdly for it to be normal. And those three are definitely up to something… Hold on, what if they made a bet?

I inwardly gasped in realisation, looking back at Jungkook and narrowing my eyes to see if he would reveal anything. He definitely looked way too confident, and it was like his sense of competitiveness was overriding the fact that he was usually uneasy around women. Well, around women trying to kiss him anyway.

I’ll make him crack.

I turned back and smirked at the three others before shuffling forwards, and by the sounds of it someone had caught onto the fact that I’d noticed their little plan. Jungkook seemed only slightly tense now, but I knew he wouldn’t be prepared for what I was about to do.

“Is there anything you’re not comfortable with?” I asked with a teasing lilt to my tone. The boy in front of me cleared his throat and pouted in thought.

“I’m not sure what you really mean by that, but anything is fine I guess,” he answered, and I choked down an evil laugh of foreboding.

“Okay, well Jungkookie you have many physical features I love, but sadly I’ve used a lot of them for the others already.” I sighed, moving closer until we were at a distance that allowed me to finally touch him.

I looked into his slightly widening eyes to make sure he was fine before reaching downwards and tugging on the hem of his hoodie. His breathing hitched severely, but I knew he was way too stubborn and determined to give up on winning whatever he’d agreed too.

“These abs … never a necessity, but I can’t say they’re bad on the eyes.”

With a mischievous chuckle, I witnessed the moment his mouth went dry and his brain clicked with understanding. I left him no time as I tugged the hoodie up some more to reveal the boy’s stomach, abdominal muscles tensing due to his slightly leant back position. I knew everyone was holding their breath behind us as I swooped down to plant my lips against the smooth ridges of his muscles for a tiny second. To my surprise, he let out a massive exhale above me and clenched the muscles even firmer.

“(Y/n)…”

I pulled away and looked upwards in curiosity, because that voice was way too broken and breathy for my liking. He was looking down at me almost as if he was pained to do so, lips red and ravaged by his teeth from the looks of it. His brows were furrowed, and he looked away with widened eyes after holding my gaze for too long.

He’s flustered!

I turned around to see every pair of eyes trained ruthlessly onto Jungkook and I, but tried my best to ignore the pure heated amazement hidden within each gaze.

“Did he lose?” I asked the group of three who had let their jaws drop in unadulterated shock.

“W-what?” Seokjin stammered, finally moving to turn to Yoongi beside him and then switching to look at the same group I was looking at.

“You noticed!?” Jungkook suddenly whined, and I turned back with a knowing laugh bubbling to the surface of my lips.

“Yeah, those three were way too obvious and I knew you were acting weird.”

“He lost, we made a bet that he couldn’t make it through without getting shy or without blushing,” Taehyung explained, giggling at the defeated expression of the maknae who was groaning out a dry laugh and rolling around on the floor. I noticed his cheeks and ears turning a marvellous pinkish-red as we spoke.

“Now he owes us our next meals,” Jimin hummed, triumphant for winning but still seeming shocked over my unbidden actions. “How did you know? You could’ve helped him win.”

Jungkook sat up again.

“Yeah, why didn’t you help me? It was three against one!”

I hid my chuckle behind one hand, loving how funny this whole thing was. The other three hyungs who seemed out of the loop were now joining into the shenanigans too, but I figured they’d be used to random pranks being pulled around the dorm or studio every once in a while. Maybe even more often.

“You seemed too cocky and confident. I felt powerful, so I wanted you to lose. Sorry Kook-ah.”

He shook his head, glaring at me playfully before sighing a deep sigh and making sure his hoodie was fixed up properly.

“Well, you definitely won. You guys can’t blame me for that.”

The trio shook their heads fervently, and I burst into laughter at the scene. My mind wasn’t swimming as much as it had been about an hour ago, but I wasn’t completely all there yet. It seemed like a few others also weren’t, but Namjoon would soon have them sorted out.

“Alright guys, you know if we stay here too much longer we won’t be feeling great tomorrow. We have to be in good shape for our fans here in Japan, and for any ‘holidaying’ we want to do,” the leader said with a grunt as he got to his feet, collecting the beer bottles around him to throw away.

“You’re right, we don’t want Sejinnie-hyung to murder us.” Hoseok picked up his own bottle, sticking out his tongue and screwing up his face in disgust.

“I should get back too, I’m not even sure what I’ll be doing here yet,” I muttered, finally realising how my drinking actions tonight could have repercussions later down the track.

“Where’s your room? We should walk you.” Jimin smiled after collecting his own trash, but I shook my head softly.

“It’s just down the hall, thanks anyway. Tonight was great fun, it sucks we can’t let loose and go to clubs and parties together, but I hope we can have drinks again sometime.” I chuckled wickedly, moving to tie up my hair after finding the discarded hairband in a random corner.

“Definitely, I don’t think I’ve laughed so hard in one night for a while. It’s great to have you back,” Hoseok blinked his eyes in bewilderment, and Namjoon agreed wholeheartedly along with most of the others.

“It was funny watching, but I’d like to have something next time too,” Taehyung announced, weariness suddenly noticeable in the way his deep voice became a little croaky. I looked around to see all of them in various stages of sleepiness. Namjoon yawning, Jungkook rubbing at his eyes, Seokjin’s head slowly sinking forwards until he suddenly jerked himself awake.

I waved, earning a few more playful remarks and farewells before heading out to go to my own room. “All of you get some well-earned rest. I’ll see you in the morning chumps.” The air out in the hallway was crisper, and I breathed in heavily before turning on my heel.

I’m so happy spending time with them again. I love them too much. Separation was not a good idea after all. Plus, did I just actually fucking kiss them all!?

“Why were you in Seokjin-ssi’s room at this hour (Y/n)?”

Wait, that voice…

My heart skipped a beat as Soojin stood in front of me, her eyes calculating as she awaited my response. She was dressed more casually than I had ever seen her, but the most surprising thing was just her presence here in the empty hotel hallway. I didn’t think she’d be coming along on the tour too! I literally thought she was an assistant back with the company, not someone who managed on tours as well.

“Unni! I didn’t know you were coming to Japan. Actually, they’re all in there, we were just hanging out,” I spluttered, feeling like I was being judged all of a sudden. I guessed it did look pretty bad to anyone who didn’t know of my closeness to the boys, but I thought she would’ve known. She was Bang PD’s assistant after all.

“Yes, well I manage tours a few times a year depending on if it’s necessary or not. I would advise against ‘hanging out’ with them like this. You’re meant to be an interpreter and nothing more. There’s too much risk here.”

The dread and disappointment welled up inside me, because I did know all of this. I knew about my place, and I knew about the risks. These were things I had accepted and overcome as time had gone on, but here Soojin was planting those seeds of doubt all over again.

“I understand, I’ll head to my room thank you.” I dipped my head, eager to get out of the conversation and away from her piercing gaze.

“See that you do.”

I walked past as she entered her own room silently. It seemed it was terrible timing, because she must have been coming back from the bathroom or something just as I had left Seokjin’s room. It would’ve looked bad to her in every way imaginable, but I thought about how much better it would’ve been if I’d left the room just that little bit later or earlier.

I would have felt so much better not seeing her at all, because now I knew that this tour might turn out to be way more stressful than I had expected.

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stuffwedoistotallynotillegal · 5 years ago

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A Different Kind; Norman Bates x Male!Reader

Could you please do a Norman Bates x male!reader where the reader doesn’t think that Norman would ever like him because he’s a guy? (Reader is also unaware of Norman’s blackouts, like the half of the town that got straight up murdered)

Warnings: repressed sexuality, homophobia/biphobia, slurs, bullying, profanity, sex, mention of sexual assault/harassment, some minor OC characters for plot

Author/ A/N: this has a long build up, and is kind of bad and angsty until it isn't (and by 'bad' I mean most of the trigger warnings are in the beginning.), in fact, if you are interest in reading this, but don't want to read the parts with all the traditionally bad triggers mentioned, then under the asterisks is the fluffy love stuff. This might be the longest thing I've ever written.

It started when you were young, the toxic air around anything other than heterosexuality. You remember the kids on the playground yelling the godforsaken word at you. The 'g' word. No rhyme, no reason. You didn't understand what it meant until the summer you were fourteen, when you were sitting in the backyard at Jacob Smith's birthday party. By then most kids didn't care what sexuality anyone was, but there were still kids who felt the opposite. You had sheepishly asked what it meant when the discussion was on former president of the mid-1800's James Buchanan's potential homosexuality. It was an odd topic, but somehow that's how the conversation had flowed naturally.

You sat quietly in thought, knowing deep down you had some sort of attraction to boys. Or at least, you weren't repulsed by the thought of kissing one, or marrying one, or... more.

The next school year brought you into the cold grips of highschool, where you found yourself on new, unfamiliar ground. Second semester of freshmen year was your first experience with another boy at a senior's house party. The senior was a Saint of a girl, a cheerleader with the popularity of a popstar, but heart of an elderly neighbor who bakes all the kids on the block cookies.

You had been in the backyard with a sophomore named Connor O'Reilly. The conversation had been fairly deep, you were comfortable talking to him. As you sat in the cool, crisp spring air you dared to look at Connor through the dark. His eyes were on you, and before you knew it you were both leaning in until your lips touched.

Just as you were getting further into the kiss the door slammed open. Out walked the Varsity Quarterback, only a junior. He yelled inside to his friends, then at you and Connor. That was the first time ever being called the 'f' word.

Connor, who happened to live just down the street, bolted, leaving you to deal with the football players on your own. However, the was no way Steph, the cheerleader, would allow one of her freshman babies to deal with the football team on their own. After being ripped a new one by Steph, the jocks shuffled back inside with tails between their legs and blushes stained on their necks and cheeks. You cried in Steph's room the rest of the night.

The next day you were pushed around, but only in places your couldn't be protected. In the lockeroom you were spanked and whipped with damp towels, and one of the seniors made another freshman steal your underwear. The message was clear, so, like any logical kid with nowhere else to turn, you repressed your sexuality.

It didn't stop the abuse.

That summer was one of the best you've ever had. Your family went across the country to visit family, there you met many people like you, forming a few causal relationships. The first time you truly let yourself free, and god it felt great. And when you got back to school you stopped caring. Their words didn't matter to you, didn't cut like they had. You started seeing things for how they were, and how surprising to find that many of you oppressors were people repressing their own issues: sexuality, emotions, homelife. You started responding to their hate with love, and it worked. It worked well on the Quarterback, too.

His name was Mark Thatcher and it was one of his friend's parties where you saw him across the room. Summer had treated him well for his final year in highschool. Earlier in the week he had shoved you into the locker, yelling in your face. You had just muttered back a quiet, calm "It's ok, you'll be ok." He had blinked at you before letting you go and walking away, glancing back once before turning the corner.

He looked good leaned up against the wall, chatting with the coach's son. Mark shifted his eyes around the room before meeting yours and quickly looking to the side. Nearly half an hour later you had walked out of the bathroom and straight into a muscular arm. Mark had stopped you.

"So," he paused "are we doing this or not?"

You looked at him before pulling his face to yours, you let him push you up against the wall and deepen the kiss. It wasn't long before he lead you both into a bedroom. It started off desperate and hot and quick, but as it went on something deep within Mark broke and his actions got rougher. He was muttering slurs that were more self-directed, and you were telling him to stop. You felt tears hit the skin on your back and you pushed him off. He stepped off of the bed and backed himself up against the wall, head in hands and breath erratic as he slid down onto the floor. He was shaky as he sat on the floor and cried.

You got off the bed and walked to him, offering your hand to hold. He pushed you away, not in anger or disgust, but in pain. Pain with himself. You got up and cleaned yourself off, before getting dressed. By the time you were done Mark had calmed down and you helped him clean up and get his clothes on. You offered to let him walk out first and he just shook his head, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the room. He didn't walk back to the crowd with you though.

The next school day there was a rose taped to your locker with a note reading 'I'm sorry". You never hung out with Mark again, and he never bothered you for the rest of high school.

After that senior class had graduated everything began to run smoothly, you had made new friends, paved new roads for the other kids who were different.

It was an overcast day as you walked down the sidewalk in front a couple shops, ducking your head down as your thoughts swirl through. You glance up to catch eyes looking at you.

After realizing it was Norman, you look back down and tense up, trying to ignore the feeling of your stomach twisting and fluttering with butterflies. You keep walking, not letting your head think too much on how his lips curved upwards when you met his eyes. You continue on your way.

There’s no need in longing for something that will never happen.

The next day is when you quite literally run into him. Norman steadied you with a small grin.

“Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” he chuckled.

“Oh, no!” you interject “I wasn’t either, its just as much my fault.”

Norman’s smile only grew, “I guess both of our minds are elsewhere, huh?”

You look down and lick your bottom lip, “I guess.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” you hear him say, voice soft.

You bit your lip and look up at him, shaking your head, cheeks pink. “Absolutely not.”

Norman nodded and stepped to the side, releasing his delicate grip on your arms. You moved on, telling him to have a nice day. He wished you the same.

You saw him a week later while he sat on a bench at a park just a town over.

After a day of following Steph around while she was back from University, you finally ended up on a swing with her on another while she talked about her life in higher education.

“And I just don’t understand how he could think we’re the issue when the entire class is doing poorly! You know? Like, I understand you’re considered an expert in your field, Dr. Smith, but no one else in your class is, so maybe you should consider teaching us better.” Steph ranted on as you looked across the landscape to find Norman’s nose tucked in a book.

“Anyway, I’m just ranting, I’m so frustrated! I’m sorry, how are you, Y/n?” Steph’s empathetic voice moved your eyes back to her as she lightly swing back and forth.

You feet were planted under you as you swayed left and right. You nodded to the bench across the way.

“That’s the guy I was telling you about.”

Steph’s head shot to the direction, hair whipping in her face.

“Oh?” her eyes darted to find a person before landing right on Norman, “Oh.”

She slowed her swinging to a stop and stared for a moment, “Okay, I see.”

You snorted, “What does that mean, Steph?”

“I mean he’s cute! I understand why you like him.”

“Yeah, right? It’ll probably never happen, though.” you sigh, kicking a rock to the side.

“Um? Why not?” Steph had her eyebrows raised as she looked at you.

“I don’t think he like guys.” you shrug.

Steph stared at you a moment, slack-jawed before laughing. “Dude, he’s literally been sneaking looks at you since we got here. He definitely like you, at least.”

“Wishful thinking, but thanks.”

“Are you joking?” Steph reached over and pushed you. “Who wouldn’t? You’re fucking hot!”

You leaned forward, giggling as Steph nearly lost her balance and fell out of the swing.

“I’m serious, Y/n! Anyone would be lucky to be with you; you’re a catch.” She said it like it was a straight fact.

“I miss you, Steph, why’d you have to leave me here? My ego misses you even more!” you jape.

Steph rolled her eyes and stood up, walking toward Norman.

“Steph, where are you going!”

“To the car, loser. Luckily, you’ll have to pass the love of your life to get there.” she walked away cackling.

You were able to get back to the car with little issue. In fact, you managed to have a brief, pleasant conversation with Norman along the way. Steph couldn’t stop giggling the entire way back, muttering smug “he likes you”‘s to you throughout the whole ride. You just rolled your eyes until you got home.

Weeks had passed since then and Steph was gone again, but you had managed to have many more pleasant--and not so brief--interactions with Norman in those weeks. You were finally in a place where your face wouldn’t get too red from the interactions. It was fantastic.

Then the day that changed it all happened. The day Norman asked you out. On a date.

You had nearly spit out your drink when he did it, looking over to him with wide eyes.

“Why?” you asked.

Norman’s brow furrowed, “Because I like you. And I thought that maybe you might like me?” He opened his mouth to speak again, but you beat him.

“I do! And I will! Go out with you, I mean.” You look over to Norman and saw his wide grin, brow still furrowed.

“I just,” you pause a moment before continuing “I didn’t think you, you know. I didn’t think you liked men like that.”

Norman moved closer to you, “Well, I like you, Y/n.”

You looked back to him, eyes drifting about his face before smiling back and speaking.

“Okay. So, what are we going to do on our date?”

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thorin-is-a-cuddler · 5 years ago

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That little laugh

A/N: Yes, I know, we should have all expected to suffer tremendous pain while reading a new Skulduggery Pleasant book. It’s Derek Landy after all. Still. I bawled. Like a baby. Oh God, I’m about to bawl again. So, here, have a quick, tired fanfic against the pain for all your fluffy souls. Slight spoilers ahead for Seasons of War.

“What are you doing?”

“Jesus, Saracen!!”

“The latter.”

Valkyrie groaned, tried to ignore how close Saracen’s face was next to her own. She made the finger gun and aimed at the apples again. The tree was about ten steps away from her position. She hadn’t been able to hit just one apple yet. Her mood was dark and broody that day, her cheeks still swollen from crying the night before. The missing-the-targets bit wasn’t helping.

“Are you practicing?” Saracen asked. He sounded a tad bit too cheerful for Valkyrie’s taste. Also, he did stand awfully close. Warily she squared her shoulders.

“Obviously.”

“So you won’t electrocute my face again?”

Valkyrie’s hand sank and she turned her head to look at him, eyes filled with dread. “I still feel horrible about that.”

“No need.” Saracen snickered and touched the red mark on his cheek. It had almost disappeared completely by now. “It proved one thing to us for sure.”

“And what would that be? That Dexter’s humor is based on your pain?”

Saracen frowned for a second there, sending a glare over his shoulder at Dexter preparing a fireplace behind them. The blonde man was smirking. Saracen grunted at that, his cheerfulness only slightly dimmed when he returned his gaze upon Valkyrie. “No. We already knew that. It has been proven so many times over the years, Val, you have no idea. What you zapping me in the face did prove-” Valkyrie winced slightly “- was that you need more pressure put upon you than just the risk of ruining my pretty face.“

Valkyrie hid her grin as well as possible, as she waited attentively for him to suggest his next plan to approve her aim.

„Which means-“

„Are you going to attack me?“

„Well… yes. Sort of.“

„Without the element of surprise?“

„I think that is still on my side.“

Valkyrie once again eyed him warily. „Saracen…“

„You’ll see what I mean. For now, why don’t you just resume your aiming?“ His cheerful smile was back on and Valkyrie only reluctantly steered her gaze away from him to focus back on the apples. Tensely she raised her finger gun, trying to distract herself from Saracen’s presence by taking in deep and even breaths. She had one apple in her sights that gave her the impression of being in more need for some frying than the rest of the lot. She raised her hand a little further, managing quite well in blocking out the man next to her, when all of a sudden she felt… a tingling feeling on her side. Her eyes grew wide.

She had literally expected anything, a punch to the gut, a choke hold, even him pulling her hair. What she had not expected were his fingers walking up her side and ribs in that awfully ticklish way. No no, she had not expected a tickle attack.

„Oh no.“

Saracen smirked audibly. „What? Something the matter?“

„A-HAbsolutely not. No. Noooo I’m fiine.“ Valkyrie sounded a little off while talking. Her voice was trembling and she had to cover up some squeaks here and there. But she bit her bottom lip and kept her arm outstretched, her eyes on that apple that asked to be fried.

„Huh. I guess I’m not distracting you enough then. How about now?“

Valkyrie bit back a laugh when fingers started to squeeze her hips on both sides. She was gritting her teeth, trying to keep her body from shaking, trying to keep her arm up and her target fixed. „Yep. You could say. I’m. Distracted.“ She got out, her breath hitched.

„Great. Now shoot.“ Saracen was having way too much fun with this in Valkyrie’s opinion. Her lips were quivering. The fingerips were rubbing circles into her stomach. And it tickled like hell. Every fibre of her body wanted her to curl up into a ball and drop to the floor, laughing and kicking. But she resisted the urge with all her will power.

She kept her hand steady, tried to regain some sort of breathing pattern and … her lighting didn’t fry the apple, but the branch underneath turned black and sizzled slightly from getting struck.

„That wasn’t bad.“ Saracen cheered and started poking up her ribs. „Try again.“

Valkyrie started squirming, her breath coming out of her nose harshly.

„Oh. Is this a good spot?“

Valkyrie couldn’t speak, just shook her head very convincingly and aimed at the next apple. Her lightning grazed it, almost made it topple down.

„Even better than before. Come on, the next one is a hit.“ Saracen riled her on as his fingertips started digging more decidedly into her ribcage. She snorted and made a very inhuman sound, but she kept her posture and her arm didn’t come down.

„You are doing very good, if I daresay. Dexter would already be a giggling mess.“

„Hey!“ He called from where he was seated next to the fire, watching them with amusement. „Who’s the ticklish one out of the two of us?“

„Nobody laughs as fervently as you do, Dex.“ Saracen retorted, getting only a sigh as an answer.

„You are merely not reaching high enough yet, Saracen.“ Skulduggery chimed in as he sat down next Dexter on the ground.

Valkyrie’s eyes widened in shock and she quickly sent out another bolt of lightning, frying the apple she’d intended to fry and immediately stepping out of Saracen’s ticklish embrace, backing off. She shook out her arms and rubbed at the places Saracen had teased with his touches. „Damn it, Saracen, that was hell. That wasn’t distraction. That was torture.“

„Hey, what? I only hear you complaining where I think some praise is quite deserved. That was a good shot, Val. Next time you want to get it right, just imagine someone threatening to tickle your armpits and you will succeed.“

Valkyrie groaned in embarrassment and covered her red cheeks with her hands as Dexter and Tanith started laughing sympathetically.

„Skul, you traitor.“ Valkyrie whined half-heartedly, a smile making its way on her face though when Saracen wrapped her up in a gentle, apologetic hug.

„What? I was just pointing out facts.“

„You were spilling secrets.“

„Is it a secret that you are horribly ticklish under your arms?“

„Well, not anymore thanks to you.“ Valkyrie strode away from Saracen to give Skulduggery a well placed nudge between the shoulder blades. He rocked forwards slightly and tilted his head to look up at Valkyrie.

„Oh no, I am so terribly sorry. God, how dreadful. Fortunately no one is going to take advantage of that information here. We are all civilzed and serious people. There’s nothing you need to worry about.“

„Then why are you getting up?“

„Am I? It seems that I am…“

„Skulduggery…“

„I feel like there was a laugh growing within you that was so eager to come out during Saracen’s distraction and is now waiting for its big moment.“ He stepped closer to Valkyrie who had started backing away. She couldn’t keep the panicked smile from spreading on her features.

„Skulduggery, I… I’m warning you!“

„Do you really want to leave that little laugh hanging? How can you square that with your conscience, Valkyrie?“

„Skulduggery, seriously, stay away from me!“ She was slightly embarrassed for the girlish giggles that bubbled out of her, but she couldn’t help it.

„You have no idea how sad you’d make that little laugh. And me for instance. I’m the biggest fan of your laughter and you know it.“

Valkyrie almost stumbled over a tree stump. For a second she was distracted, almost losing her balance and that moment was all Skulduggery needed to attack. With a squeal Valkyrie was flung to the ground, but before Skulduggery could so much as touch her, she was already flying out of reach, just a short boost before she started running. He was after her in no time, their laughter mingling with the giddy sounds of their friends who for once were experiencing some entertainment out here in the vast wastelands.

Tanith and Dexter were cheering Valkyrie’s name, while Saracen was siding with Skulduggery.

He got her eventually, he always gets her, and wrapped up in his arms in mid-air, she did let that little laugh slip.

#skulduggery pleasant #seasons of war #tickling #fanfic #valkyrie cain #saracen rue #ticklish!valkyrie #fluff #dexter vex #tanith low

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chillmichelle · 6 years ago

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Harry’s a Politician, and Y/N’s a Baker who just happens to support him

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: Smut, really filthy

Everyone knew who Harry Styles was.

It wasn’t just the fact that he had dashingly good looks, green eyes being able to pierce through metal with a tall stature and a jawline that could cut diamonds, or the fact that he’d graduated from Oxford at the top of his class.

It wasn’t even the fact that, at the age of 18, he’d founded one of the most successful tech companies in London, alongside his partner who he eventually beat out to become sole CEO of the company.

It was the fact that, at the mere age of 25, he had made the decision to run for a position in the House of Commons. And what was even more astounding was the fact that he was projected to win.

But with all of the glitz and the glamour that surrounded him, he’d never had a girlfriend. He’d never had time to find women, and the ones he knew, he was disinterested by.

Only fools were unaware of who he was, and only fools would assume that he wasn’t ready to fill the position rightfully. Although he was significantly younger than most people in politics, he was also significantly intelligent. But with the majority of the public, and the representatives in the House of Commons, saying that he was ‘too young’ or ‘too unqualified’, Harry knew he had to work twice as hard to stand a chance at beating out his opponent.

Campaigning was an important part of any political election. And Y/N knew this.

She’d never considered herself someone that was too into politics, She had her own beliefs, yes, but she was never one to actively like a certain candidate, let alone put aside some of her personal time just to campaign for them.

But then, she found out about him.

He was merely a few years older than her, yet he was accomplishing so much. She remembered the first time he’d stopped by her bakery in London to pick up a cupcake, and remembered the charming glint in his green eyes. She’d been too shy to speak to him, quickly handing him his change and scuffling out of the way, but he was incredibly humble for someone in shoes worth more than her month’s rent.

So when her friend approached her with a flyer she’d plucked off of a bulletin board of a bar, showcasing a campaign event for the man she was so impressed by, she easily agreed to support him in his endeavors. Just because she was practically invisible to him, didn’t mean she couldn’t admire him from afar.

“Polls are down by 3% this week”

Y/N’s been at the event for about an hour, and she doesn’t think she's ever been this bored in her life. What she thought was going to be, perhaps remotely interesting, proves to be the complete opposite as she’s surrounded by sorority girls gushing over how attractive he is and arts students from the local university arguing with each other about tax regulations.

She stood in the back of the room, scrolling through her phone absent mindedly as she tried to avoid any attention from anyone. Her friend was chatting, arguing amongst some boys in pastel shirts and boat shoes, and Y/N wants to scoff at how stuck up some of the people look.

Rubbing at her eyes, she sneakily reaches into her purse, pulling out a cake pop to ease the growling in her stomach. She nibbles at the white chocolate, tinging at the strawberry flavoring while she scrolls through her phone.

But just as she goes in to take the final bite of her cake pop, she hears a voice from behind her that makes her jump up in her boots and drop the rest of the savory dessert onto the floor.

“Mind if I take one for myself?”

And when she turns around, she’s met with striking Green eyes. He’s dressed in a plain white dress shirt, along with some black skinny jeans and some brown boots. He looks completely normal, but Y/N doesn't have time to be surprised over his normality because she’s registering the fact that he’s really in front of her.

Thinking quickly, she reaches into her purse to pull out the pink paper bag of cake pops, and holds them out to Harry. The Harry Styles. She watches as the powerful man pulls out a pink cake pop and nibbles at the white chocolate frosting.

“Strawberry?” He questions, his plump pink lips moving as he chews on the flavor. Y/N nods slightly, still processing his presence.

“I love strawberry.” He tells her, licking the melted chocolate off of his fingers. She’s surprised no one has noticed him yet, but then she remembers she’s in the literal corner of the room.

“You look familiar.” He tells her, narrowing his eyes as he scans her up and down. Y/N awkwardly stands there, body stiff as she debates what to say to him.

“You do too.” She blurts out, and she feels like punching herself in the face at how stupid her remark was. Of course he looks familiar, it’s not like he’s the most successful man in London or anything, she thinks to herself.

His face is plastered across the room on several posters, his name on the radio and in the news every two seconds.

Harry lets out a laugh, a little giggle that Y/N thinks is adorable for a man of his prestige.

“Say, do you own a bakery just off of downtown?” He asks her. She isn’t aware of how he’s recognized her, especially after all of the people he’s probably met, many of them being much more important than her, without a doubt.

“Ah, I thought I recognized the strawberry cake.” He tells her. He sticks out his hand for her to shake, “Harry Styles.”

“Y/N.” She tells him, her eyes drifting to the tattoos on his hand and the rings decorating his long fingers. She tries to look away from the light green pools in his eyes, afraid she’ll drown in them if she stares for too long.

“I remember you make quite the cupcake.” He tells her, “Best i’ve ever had, actually. You don’t think you could teach me how to make them?” He suggests, and Y/N is baffled at his words.

Is he asking me on a date?

Surely he’s just being friendly, there’s no way.

“It’s quite simple, really.” She tells him honestly. He smiles, shaking his head as if he can’t believe something’s happening as he crosses his arms across his chest and rocks back and forth on the heels of his feet.

“Then i’m sure you wouldn’t mind teaching me.”

He pulls out one of the pens tucked into the pocket of his black jeans, clicking it loudly before scribbling something onto the pink pastry bag with her cake pops that she still holds. After he’s finished, he clicks the pen shut and hands her the bag.

“If you ever want to give me some baking lessons.” She raises her eyebrow at him, “I think someone as smart as you could figure out how to make some cupcakes.” She tells him playfully, trying not to stumble on her words.

“M’quite shit at things that don’t have to do with numbers.” he smiles at her, reaching into the bag she’s holding to snag another cake pop. He takes a bite out of the small ball of sweetness, “And I don’t think any cupcakes I could make could compete with these.”

Just as he finishes speaking, they both hear his name being screeched out of a high pitched voice. Everyone turns their heads to where he stands, right in front of her at the back of the room, and Y/N quickly scurries away, feeling two eyes burning holes into her back as she rushes out.

Y/N’s fingers are shaking as she holds her phone in her hands. Her eyes scan over the pink bag and the screen once more to make sure the number is correct before she presses the little green phone button.

She hears the line ringing and she panics as she realizes she hadn’t planned out what she was going to say at all.

She’s spinning all the different possibilities of what to say in her head, her mind exploding from all of the thinking, but before she can even think about what to say, a gruff voice interrupts her thoughts.

“Hello?”

Shit.

Y/N thinks as she holds the phone to her ear, she’s panicking and she's gripping onto her apron, eyes scanning the oven full of cupcakes as she speaks into the phone.

“H-Hi.” She squeaks into the phone.

“Who is this?” The voice immediately presses on and Y/N doesn’t know how to approach the situation. Does she greet him as if they’ve known each other for a long time? Does she ask him if he knows a Y/N? She’s overanalyzing everything he says.

“Y/N?” She hears suffering on the other side of the line, “Is that you?”

Her heart almost pounds out of her chest, and she’s shocked he even recognized her. He probably talks to hundreds of people a day.

“Uh, yeah.” She doesn’t know how to go about asking him to come to the kitchen and test run recipes with her, she isn’t sure how to ask anyone out on a date and quite frankly, she’s afraid of rejection.

“Oh.” He says, “How are you?”

“Good.” She quickly says, “Was just…testing new cupcake recipes, and I was thinking maybe you would want to come?” She rushes out, her words may have been incoherent from how quickly she spit out her proposal.

“You don't have to if you don’t want to, of course. Or if you’re b-busy. Or if you’re at work. Or-“

Harry cuts her off with a boastful laugh, his laugh echoing into the phone. She feels somewhat better at his good mood, facing a smile as she fiddles with the hem of her apron.

“I’d love to. Is it the bakery right off of 22nd?” His voice sound raspy over the phone, and Y/N’s heart thuds t just how amazing everything about him is. She nods, but then realizes she’s on the phone, rushing to respond,

“Yeah.”

“Alright, i’ll see you in a bit then.” He tells her, and Y/N quickly presses the red button to hang up the call before gripping her chest in surprise. She smiles to herself, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth and smiling like an idiot.

Harry shows up 30 minutes later, two paper bags in his hands filled with organic eggs, milk, flour, sugar, and butter. His cheeks are flushed pink, and his green eyes almost look lime green at the glow they have to them. He greets her with a short peck on the cheek, and she almost melts into the floor at his gesture.

“Alright then, lets get to baking.” Y/N hands him an apron to put on over his clothes and he struggles to tie the material around him. She giggles, watching him attempt to tie a knot without seeing it, and reaches behind his back to tie it for him instead.

Harry’s a rather good baker.

He tells her about how his mum would force him to whisk the eggs whenever they would make cookies as a child. Or how she’d practically force him to make muffins for his sister whenever she was sick.

He stands next to her, intently watching her ice the cooler cupcakes, watching her swirl patterns effortlessly onto the frosting of the cupcake. Harry sneakily dips his finger into the bowl when she’s not looking and scoops some of the sugary goodness into his mouth.

He’s very childlike and fluffy when he ices his cupcakes, mouth slightly parted as his eyebrows furrow in concentration. When he messes up, he stomps his foot like a toddler and mumbles curses under his breath, Y/N observing his cute nature as he does so.

They end up making 3 batches of cupcakes, all of them different flavors, and they conclude the flavor they’ll add to the bakery’s menu. After they’re finished, she packs Harry some of the cupcakes they made, along with some of the signature cupcakes from the bakery, and she hands them to him in a bakery box with the store’s logo on it.

“After they’re done baking, Y/N goes to scrub at some of the dirt bowls in the sink. She grabs the sponge, swirling it around the batter to scrub it off, but just as she’s getting ready to wash off her last pan, she feels two hands circle around her waist, and she drops the pan into the sink.

The sound echoes into the kitchen, and she’s properly shocked at the sound, but instead of lingering on the thought, she leans back into Harry’s chest, his heard thudding quickly against her back as she feels his breath on the top of her head.

“Thank you for today.” He tells her, mumbling the words into her head. She nods, flicking the rest of the water off of her hands before turning around. It’s then that she notices how close they are to each other, faces practically touching each other’s.

“Sometimes I forget what it’s like to just-“ His face inches closer to hers, “Have a good time.”

Y/N breaks eye contact, she barely knew Harry, and she certainly wasn’t absolutely certain on how he felt about her. She didn’t want to be someone he just slept with, so she clears her throat and turns to grab another cupcake, quickly stuffing her face into it. Harry lets out a small laugh at her flustered action before grabbing one for himself.

The clock is hitting 9:49, only 11 minutes left until Y/N can go home. She sighs, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. She’s dismissed al of the other workers, and all she has left to do is wait 11 minutes before locking up the doors and leaving.

Harry’s been the only thing on her mind all day. Every time she looks at the cupcakes in the clear display case, she can’t help but think of his horrible frosting skills. And every time she beats another egg into her butter-sugar mixture to make chocolate chip cookies, she thinks of Harry’s playful stories he told to fill the silence.

She smiles, silently laughing at her own thoughts before she hears the door jingle and snaps her eyes to the front of the bakery. She see’s the silhouette of a figure in a black coat, and assumes it’s another customer coming in before closing, but she’s shocked to see that it’s Harry, snow melting in his pretty brown hair with a smile on his soft face.

“Hello love, thought i’d drop by for a cupcake.”

Y/N smiles, stepping forward to wrap her arms around his neck and give him a hug. Even though she hadn’t known him for long, she missed him more than she was supposed to, and she didn’t know whether or not that was a good thing.

The next night, Harry drops by again, this time 30 minutes before closing. They roam around the kitchen, attempting to make a quick batch of cookies, but end up staying till later. Y/N doesn’t mind, though, and she goes home with flour on her face and some warm chocolate chip cookies in her bag.

The night after that, Harry surprises Y/N with dinner (That she usually either skips, or substitutes with dessert food) and they dine on local pasta as they watch one of the channels that only plays cartoon shows all day.

It’s the night after that’s Y/N’s favorite.

Harry walks into the bakery, no smile on his face or crinkle in his eyes. His face looks rather sad, and Y/N notices his eyes are a rather darker shade of green. She comfortingly wraps her arms around him and Harry tucks his face into her neck, breathing in the sweet scent of her perfume as he sighs contently.

“I messed up.” He says, his voice croaking out at his sad state. Y/N’s pretty sure he’s been crying, but she doesn’t want to assume anything so she just holds him as he continues.

“They asked me, and I, I should’ve known that they would ask me it because they don’t like me.” He says, sniffling, “They say i’m too out of touch to run, that i’m too young to know what i’m talking about.”

Y/N entangles one of her hands in his hair, and his hand in return slides under the fabric of her apron, gripping at the soft cotton of her shirt as he tries to hole himself together.

“You’re one of the most brilliant people I know, Harry.” She tells him. He lets out a shaky breath and she pets at his hair, “They’re just afraid because you’re so successful so young. They’re jealous, but instead of proving them right, you should prove to them you’re just as qualified as anyone else. Even more.”

Y/N untangles herself from him, her hand reaching down to knit itself through his. His cool metal rings touch her fingers as she slots their hands together, and pulls him towards the kitchen.

Y/N quickly brews two cups of tea, making small talk with Harry. He’s initially unresponsive (due to his mood, Y/N thinks), but he eventually eases up, telling Y/N more stories of his childhood. Y/N’s glad to have someone like him, someone to make her nights just a bit less lonely and her days go by faster, someone to keep her hoping.

When she’s finished with her cup, she grabs his empty mug to go place into the sink. While she’s on her way there, she feels a tug on her hand, and is abruptly turned around, her torso pressing against a warm body.

She’s short of breath, eyes immediately meeting his swollen, tired ones. His eyes are like little pools of Emeralds, the scent of peppermint tea lingering on his lips. He begins to lean forward, and instead of backing away or moving like last time, she flutters her eyes shut and embraces the feeling of his soft lips molding against hers.

It feels like an eternity, and she’s the first to pull away. Her eyes are wide as she feels tingles shoot up to her lips, and she notices the faint smile lingering on his lips.

“I like you, Y/N.” He rests his forehead against hers, hands resting on her waist, “A lot.”

She nods against him, closing her eyes and letting his warmth envelope her. “I have a press run for the next two weeks.” Her eyes snap open, “I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here with you more than anything,-“

“You should go.” She cuts him off, voice soft, “This is important for you, you worked so hard for this, Harry.” She tells him.

“Go.” She repeats, and he smiles at her words before leaning forward to press another peck onto her lips.

“I’ve liked you since I first came in here.” He tells her truthfully. Y/N feels her heart start to race, her mind turning to goop as he tells her more, “You looked so beautiful, and you were so…pretty.” His lips move slowly, eyes scanning up and down her face. “You don’t see that much when you work in the fields I do.”

His fingers go to tuck a strand of loose hair behind her ear, thumb caressing at her soft cheeks as he admires the beauty mar on her jaw.

“I think there’s a reason I met you, no?”

And Y/N doesn’t know much, but she knows she’ll miss Harry much more than she thinks.

“Anyways, thank you for the cupcakes, Y/N, i’m sure Allen will love the new flavors.”

Closing the cash register just five minutes before the clock finally strikes ten, Y/N waves goodbye to the kind woman walking out of her local bakery.

“Anytime Darla, I hope I see you at the second opening next week.”

Y/N had finally raised enough money from her bakery to open her second a few miles away. The newly opening bakery would be closer to the more prestigious neighborhoods in town, and would hopefully draw in more business to her store. Grabbing the dessert tongs, she grabs the few extra cupcakes and scones to place them into a cute little box, perhaps offering them to her neighbors or her best friend.

Just as she places the tongs back onto their little glass plate on top of the display case of desserts, she hears the little bell jingle signaling the door is opening. She glances at the clock, seeing the clock has hit ten and just as she turns around to tell the person they’re closed, she immediately shuts her mouth, lips curving upwards into a wide grin.

“I’m sorry, is it too late for a cupcake? I heard the girl who owns this place has the most amazing cupcakes.”

His cheeks are flushed pink from the cool air outside, and the jacket he wears somehow hides his bulky frame, making him seem more cuddly than ever. Holding a smile on his face, Y/N races forward and wraps her arms around his neck.

She breathes in the scent of pine and aftershave, feeling warmth envelope her quickly. They sway side to side a bit before disconnecting.

“I thought you weren’t back for another week?”

“Press run ended early, I missed your baking. Thought i’d stop by for a cupcake but I forgot that you closed shop at ten, so I sprinted from Hathaway Street in under ten minutes.”

She giggles, pressing her face deeper into Harry’s jacket. Just moments after, she unravels herself from him and turns to the empty display case in front of her. Reaching behind the counter, she grabs the small box with the cute little bow on it ( it’s usually used for sending cakes to formal events), and opens it, pulling out a strawberry cupcake with cream cheese frosting.

She hands it to him and he eagerly takes it from her grasp, dipping his head forwards to take a mouthful of the creamy frosting. A small splotch of whipped cream cheese on the tip of his nose. He attempts to lick it off with his tongue, but ultimately Y/N just reaches out and swipes it off with her finger, giggling at his childlike nature.

“I forgot how good these were.” Harry moans, only a bite of the cupcake left merely a minute after she gave it to him. She begins to close up shop, locking the doors to the kitchen and turning off all of the kitchen lights.

When she walks back out to the counter, she realizes that two more cupcakes from the box are gone, and her heart warms when she sees him finishing a brown cupcake, his other hand scrolling through his phone.

“Ready to go?” She asks, and he nods as he throws the last bite of his cupcake into his mouth.

“I really like the peanut butter ones. Are they new?” Y/N nods and Harry licks at the tip of his fingers, tasting the faint flavor of the dessert he so quickly devoured.

“Hey.” He grabs her small wrist, pulling her towards him as she shuffles forward a but, “It’s cold outside. You’re gonna need this.”

He unwraps the scarf he had resting around his neck, and begins to bandage it around her small neck, her head seemingly drowning in the pool of fabric. Y/N’’s senses are flushed with the scent of his cologne and she takes a deeper whiff of the scarf before smiling, grabbing Harry’s hand, and guiding him out into the cold London air.

“It’s kind of messy, sorry.” Y/N guides Harry into her flat. It’s a bit cramped, her various band posters stuck to the walls with a rack of vinyls and a record player resting on the wall. It smells of the pine candle she’s had, but never lit.

“No, it’s.” He takes his coat off, shrugging off the thick layers before hanging it loosely on the coat rack behind them, “It reminds me of you. I like it.”

Harry admires the traces of her around her living room. The stand of cupcakes on the table, the little picture frames with family photos in them. He particularly loves the David Bowie posters on her wall, adorning the white walls behind the TV.

He turns to face her, leaning forward, he loves the abrupt speeding up of her breath, the little nervous gestures she gives when he leans in. She properly beautiful, he thinks, as his hands grip the sides of her jaw and he molds his lips against hers.

Their lips press against each others softly, molding against each other in a rhythm one they know. Harry tastes the faint cherry chapstick she’s put on and he deepens the kiss, pulling her even closer towards him so that his body is stark against hers.

He pulls her bottom lip into his mouth, sucking it into his lips as he nibbles at the soft skin. Y/N lets out a moan, a small one, but enough to make Harry’s pants a bit tight. He groans, one hand lifting off of her face and onto her lower back.

Harry doesn’t know how far she wants to go. He doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable, doesn’t want to drive her away when he likes her so much. She’s the first girl who’s enamored him this much, the only one who doesn’t seem to want him for his money or his name.

He’s shocked when her fingers slither their way under the thick material of his sweater, warm fingertips skimming across the skin of his back. She takes the hem of the sweater in his fingers, pulling it upwards as he pulls apart from her lips to completely take it off.

Y/N takes her time, eyes scanning across all of the detailed art on his chest. Se starts at the center of his chest, admiring the detailing on the wings of the butterfly and working his way down to the leaves on his hipbones. She snaps out of her trance, leaning forward to suck at the skin right below his collarbone (the parts of him that on’t be exposed in the cold winter weather), and elicits a moan from his swollen lips.

Before she takes it any further, she grabs at his hand and tugs him towards the couch. When he’s seated, hair messy and breath uneven as his legs are split apart to make the tint in his pants just a bit more comfortable, she makes her way to him, signaling what she wants to do. She sits patiently in front of him on the couch, knees bent under her as she politely looks up at him with big eyes.

He leans back onto the sofa, eyes close and hands gripping at the fabric of the couch. He finally opens his eyes a crack, cock throbbing against his boxers and the tough material of his dress pants.

“Can I-“ She licks at her lips, not knowing how to ask. Harry seems to understand, though, ass he nods feverishly and goes to unbutton his pants, hoping to relieve some of the tightness.

She stops him however, placing her hand over his and lifting it off of his pants. She grazes her fingertips over the clear bulge in his pants, feeling the warm skin pulse underneath her touch.

She quickly unbuttons his dress pants, sliding the zipper down quickly before tugging at the waistband of his pants, she feels Harry lift his hips up, and she pulls down his pants, along with his boxers, all at once.

He springs up, a wet dribble of precum dribbling down the tip of his cock. She sees the soft, pink head of his member, and immediately leans forward to take a lick at the skin.

Harry’s head is in a daze, his fingers pinching at his leg to make sure he’s not dreaming. He couldn’t believe his eyes, seeing the shy girl at the bakery that he’d been admiring from afar eagerly licking at the tip of his cock. When she gives another lick, tongue softly skimming over the tip of his cock, he throws his head back and curses loudly.

“Fuck, please.” He begs her. She rubs little circles into the skin of his thigh, leaning forward again to finally press the head of his cock inside of her mouth, and giving him a little suck in the process.

Harry’s eyes jerk open, meeting hers as she presses forward and spits a bit on the tip of his cock, hand moving to lubricate his shaft. She strokes tightly a few times, tugging as more precum pools on the head of him.

“Baby…” He moans out, and she acts on the pet name, licking at his head, before finally pushing her head down and taking him as far as she can.

His he'd hits the back of her throat, and instead of retracting, she presses it further down her jaw, eyes tearing up at the feeling. She does this a few times before pulling off of him and his hands are gripping her hair tightly, holding her in place. “Holy shit.” He breaths, and Y/N moans with him in her mouth. She loves how she can have him, one of the most powerful men in all of London, right in front of her, begging for her. He pushes her head down softly, cock throbbing in her hand.

She pushes her head down, running it up and down his cock repeatedly until she notices his breathing stopping, and then starting in an uneven pattern. His hands untangle from her hair, and his hand wraps around the part of his cock her mouth cant reach.

He strokes at the shaft, tip a purple-pink color as he strokes from the base of the shaft, right up to where her mouth sucks at the tip of him. She notices him moaning more than he has been, and takes it as her cue to pop off of him, opening her mouth and resting her tongue right under his tip.

He continues stroking, admiring the way she sits determines to finish him as he continues to pull himself closer to the edge.

“Fuck.” He moans. And he lays the head on her tongue, pressing it against the soft surface.

“Fuck! Y/N, fuck!” Thick spurts shoot out of his cock, and Y/N quickly replaces his hand with her own, stroking him complete as his cum pools at her lips. She finishes stroking him through, and then uses his remaining heavy breathing to encourage her to take him into her mouth and clean him up completely once more.

When she finishes, she stands up, legs a bit sore from the position she was sitting in, and goes to grab his sweater. Before she can, though, Harry leans forward on the couch and pocks his lips to hers, muttering a small “Thank you.” before reaching down for his pants.

After he’s dressed again, he has Y/N tucked into his chest and a comedy film turned on on the TV. He occasionally leans down his lips, pecking at the sot skin on her forehead and inhaling the scent of her shampoo.

And he thinks he’s found a woman, and one he’s completely, undeniably, enamored with.

#harry #Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles one shot #fluff #harry styles one shots #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #smut #haz

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xxbyimm · 5 years ago

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The beauty and the beast Part II - Kíli x reader

Here’s part II to this story! If you missed the first part, click here. Hope you enjoy the next piece of your request, @soradragon !

xoxo

Summary: The reader is a skilled fighter, using dual swords. She carries a small lizard with her, called Hedera. When she joins the company, Kíli immediately takes a liking to her.

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Warnings: Ehhh. Overall feels. Embarrassment. Appreciation of Kíli’s fine features, but nothing too explicit! ;D

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Although Thorin had been reluctant to take you in (‘Whose idea was this? Kíli’s?’), he had agreed fairly quickly. For someone who hadn’t been properly trained, your fighting skills were legendary. Furthermore, the knowledge you had gathered during your travels were an huge advantage to the company. You were a kind, compassionate person with this hidden mischievous side. You loved playing pranks on everyone and at night at the campfire you always had a few jokes to share. With Fíli, Kíli and you being as thick as thieves, Thorin often felt like the moment he had allowed you on the journey, he had adopted a niece.

You were having the time of your life. After losing your family so long ago, you finally had found a group of people who you genuinely liked and more importantly: who made you feel safe. You were one of them and they accepted for who you were. If it was up to you, you hoped the journey would never end.

There was two slight problems, though. Firstly, both Balin and Bofur couldn’t stop making these weird comments about you braiding your hair all wrong. You’ve never had cared much for your own hair and usually kept your wild, long locks in a loose braid, but the continuous remarks made you feel self-conscious. From what you had observed (and by all means, you were no expert), caring for your hair in almost an meticulous manner was a dwarf thing. Since you were anything but a dwarrowdam, you had difficulty understanding the fuss about it, but still it made you insecure. You were too shy to ask what you were doing wrong in their eyes, but yet you vouched to take better care of your unkempt bush anyway.

Secondly, there was Hedera. You loved him to bits, but lately he had made it his personal goal to ensure you had as much embarrassing encounters with Kíli as possible. So far, you had literally bumped into the dwarf several times, successfully tripped over a tree root in his presence, spilled your bowl of food on your lap when the prince had sought out your company during dinner and one time you even walked in on him while he was bathing in the river (Thanks Hedera, for ‘ensuring’ the coast was clear!). The mere thought that Kíli would find you clumsy or stupid already was enough to make you squirm in embarrassment, and Hedera didn’t do anything to make it better.

Normally you didn’t care what people thought of you, but Kíli was different. In fact, you hadn’t experienced something like this before, but whenever the youngest prince of Durin was around your body suddenly started to act all giddy. Your heart would pound in your chest, your legs would tremble uncontrollably. There would be this unstoppable desire to giggle about everything he said, which was not only annoying but also embarrassing. You seemed like a whole other person with him and you were not sure if you liked the change, but you couldn’t help yourself anyway.

When the prince wasn’t around, you would think of him. You often wondered how it would feel to kiss him, to touch his strong jaw, to wander your hands over his strong arms… Even in your dreams you weren’t safe, for he even visited you there, causing you to wake up with a warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest and a slight tingle in places you’ve never experienced anything this way before.

But right now, life had finally granted you a night of dreamless sleep and you woke up well rested. You heaved a sigh and stretched your legs. The sun shone on your face and birds were already chirping excitedly in the trees around the camp. You opened an eye. As expected, the whole company was still vast asleep. After all, you were very much a morning person, often waking before everybody else. You rose from your bedroll and shed your coat. As Hedera was still asleep in your hoodie, you carefully dropped your coat on the bedroll and then wandered off towards the river. You longed for a bath.

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You were sitting on one of the larger boulders that rose from the water, when you spotted a certain prince nearing the river. He didn’t seem to notice you, as he was stripping his tunic and carelessly dropped it on the rocks near the shore. Your heart skipped a beat. In panic you looked around in an attempt to escape before he would see you, but diving into the water just after you had dried up from your previous swim wasn’t that appealing. You grabbed the hem of your own tunic to cover yourself just a bit more, but it scarcely made it over the top of your thighs. You heaved a sigh. This would have to do. If you didn’t move, he wouldn’t be able to see a thing.

Speaking about that… by now Kíli had discovered you and now was waving at you while sending you his usual bright smile. ‘Good morning, Y/N!’ he greeted you cheerfully as he pulled his shoes from his feet. ‘How’s the water?’ ‘It’s nice.’ You replied, hoping he wouldn’t see the current red state of your face from over there. ‘Stay there! I’m coming over!’ The prince hummed as he paced your way. His hands fiddled with the laces of his tunic.

Oh my lord. He was going for it and you had nowhere to go.

‘Kíli!!’ you exclaimed while turning around as fast as you could. ‘Could you just-, god, I thought-’ ‘That you could enjoy a whole river like this just all by yourself?’ the prince said cheekily, his voice closer now. Your cheeks were burning and you lowered your gaze. The thought of the naked dwarf prince behind you was enough to cause a fluttering sensation in your lower abdomen. ‘You must blame Hedera for this.’ Kíli went on, apparently oblivious to what he was doing to you. ‘He said that I smell like… well… I’m not going to repeat what he said. So I followed up his advice and came here.’

Oh? Real smooth move. Thanks again, Hedera.

‘But if you think I’m that hideous, just stay put until I’m in.’ A grand splash told you that he followed through. You teeth caught your bottom lip. Oh god, how could he ever think you’d find him ugly when he was the most perfect being you had ever seen?

‘Kíli? No, it’s not that, I’m sorry.’ You squirmed, your eyes still glued to the shore on the other side. ‘It’s just that I’m not used to human interactions. I… I’m a bit…’ ‘Oh really?’ Kíli said. ‘Because neither am I.’ ‘What?’ you turned to look him straight in the eye. He was standing in the river, the water reaching his hips. His muscular abdomen and the strong arms of an excellent archer were a feast to look at.

Perfection in its’ finest form.

‘Hey, Y/N.’ he grinned. ‘My eyes are up here.’ ‘What?!’ you murmured. ‘I said…’ he went on with a smirk. ‘That I’m not accustomed to human interactions as well.’ ‘Oh, Kíli!’ you squealed as your cheeks burned in a bright red color. ‘You know what I mean!’ ‘I know.’ He smiled. ‘It’s okay. I know you’re shy.’ ‘I’m not shy.’ You hissed. ‘Really?’ the prince said. ‘Your best friend is a lizard, Y/N.’ ‘So?!’ ‘You prefer the company of animals over species with more err- intelligence I’d say.’ ‘What?’ you snorted. ‘People like you?’ His eyes were sparkling with mischief. ‘Aye.’ ‘And do enlighten me what you have to offer what HederAA-’

Your lizards’ name was cut off in a violent shriek as Kíli jumped from the water and pulled you from the rock, dragging you down the water with him. ‘OH! I HATE YOU!’ You screamed as soon as you reached the surface again. ‘Look what you’ve done! Now I’m all wet again, and I-’

The kiss took you off guard. It was so soft, tentative even, that for a moment you doubted your own senses. Had it even taken place? But the way Kíli was looking at you with these gorgeous dark eyes of his, his arms winded around your waist and his lips brushing over yours… ‘I’m sorry Y/N.’ Kíli murmured against your mouth. ‘This was absolutely necessary.’ You couldn’t speak. Your whole body was trembling and your heart was hammering so loudly in your chest, you were sure the whole world could hear it.

‘GOOOOOOODMORNING LOVEBIRDS!’

Both of you jumped up and moved a few feet away in the water, pretending there was nothing special going on. ‘Y/N!’ Bofur greet you while lazily walking towards the shore. ‘And the youngest prince of Durin… You two are up early, eh?’ ‘Just wanted to enjoy the scenery without one of your ugly ass faces.’ Kíli smirked and Bofur broke into laughter. ‘Aye.’ He mused. ‘You’d better hurry though, because the whole lot is waking up already.’ He bent down and splashed some water in his face. Before he walked back towards the camp, the turned and smiled at you.

‘Do tell me, Y/N… Is he braiding your hair already or what?!’

You inhaled sharply and suddenly tears were burning behind your eyes. Enough was enough. First the prince confused the hell out of you by kissing you, and now they were making a fool out of you again? It wasn’t like your hair situation was that desperate, and you were going to tell them that.

‘I don’t know why everyone is so focused on my hair.’ You argued, watching Bofur disappear behind the trees. ‘I didn’t think I was doing such a bad job myself.’ ‘You’re fine.’ Kíli said with a smug smile. ‘Are you all in on something I don’t?’ you inquired sharply. ‘I have this feeling I’m not aware of something.’ Again that knowing smile. What was going on? Which vital piece of the puzzle did you miss? ‘Of course not, love.’ He hushed. ‘But please allow me to untangle that mess for you. I can’t stand it.’ ‘What? So you can do something awful to it and make a fool of me?!’ you huffed while swimming away. ‘Over my dead body!’ ‘I would never!’ ‘Yeah, I bet you do. I’ve seen you tricking others a bit far too much to believe in anything you say you have to offer.’ ‘Y/N.’ he laughed, but his eyes remained serious. ‘I’m my own woman.’ You told him. ‘I can look after myself. And I’m sick of hearing all of you comment on it.’ ‘Hair is special to us dwarves.’ Kíli tried. ‘Yeah, I noticed.’ You snarled. ‘But as I’m not one of you, I don’t care. I just want to be left alone.’ ‘But if you let me explain-’ He began. ‘No. Stop making a fool out of me!’ you cut him off. ‘Like I said, I don’t care what kind of ritualistic meaning it has, it’s weird and I don’t want any part of it.’

And with that, you swam as far away from the prince as you could, staying in the water until he had left you alone.

After that morning, Kíli became distant. He wasn’t seeking out your company anymore and he barely spoke to you unless it was absolutely vital. Although unwritten social norms weren’t your forte, you understood you had been unforgivably rude. You had come to the conclusion that there was a hidden meaning behind braiding hair, but because you didn’t dare to ask anyone what it did actually all mean, you still weren’t one step closer in making it up with the prince. In hindsight, you wished you could turn back the clock and relive the moment all over again.

#kíli #kili #son of durin's folk #kili x reader #kili x you #the hobbit #the company of thorin oakenshield

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iwillgiveyoumyhappiness · 5 years ago

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박우진, Park Woojin

anonymous asked:

hello can i request (more) woojin fluff? maybe an au where they both work together at a summer job out in the sun? thank u

Group: AB6IX

Member: Woojin

A brightly lit summer day with a cool breeze, fluffy cloud coverage and birds chirping melodically. It was picturesque, really.

Driving up the mountainside to your impending doom didn’t seem so bad while you were listen to music over the stereo, your windows rolled down and the wind whipping through your hair while the scent of pine tickled your nose.

You almost forgot for a moment that you hated this idea.

With a quick look around the one-way, rocky-as-hell mountain road to make sure no one else was around, you slammed your hand forcefully down on your horn, letting out an elongated honk and scaring off a murder of crows in a nearby tree.

“What was I thinking?!” you groaned loudly to yourself, almost louder than the music playing on your radio. “I don’t know anything about kids,” you said to yourself, suddenly lamenting your decision to become a camp counselor over the summer.

You sighed, looking out over the charming scenery of the mountain-line and the forest below. You let out a heavy sigh. “Well... If I had to make a mistake,” you started, fully aware that you were rambling to yourself, “at least it’s a pretty one.”

You pulled up to the camp entrance, the name carved into a totem pole and painted with wishy-washy brightness. It was the kind of name that probably meant nothing at all to the kids, but it made the parents feel safe and secure, so you supposed that was all that mattered.

The camp had to make its money somehow.

Your experience began with your car windshield getting pooped on by a bird within the first two seconds of parking, so suffice to say, all you were thinking was, “God, I hate nature”.

You trudged your way to the counselors cabin, kicking up pine needles with your unfashionable worn tennis shoes.

You took a deep breath when you reached the door, trying to center yourself. You couldn’t look totally done with everything on your first day, so you forced your most convincing smile onto your face.

Gingerly, you cracked the door open, peeking your head in. You were immediately greeted by the sight of five others, all close to your age.

The girl who looked the most official—most smiley and least nervous—stood up from her desk with a bubbly hop of excitement. She seemed liked the chipper type, perfect for this type of thing. Her short-shorts, form-fitting shirt and high-and-tight-ponytail did nothing to make you like her anymore, but you still welcomed the fact that she didn’t give you a, “What are you even doing here, loser?” kind of look.

“Hi!” the girl greeted cheerfully, giving you a wave. “You’re the new summer recruite, right?”

You nodded slowly, trying to keep the smile on your face. “Yeah,” you said. “That’s me.”

“Well, come on in, then!” she said, chuckling at your reluctance to fully open the door to the cabin.

Paperwork, pleasantries, dumb ‘Get-To-Know-Each-Other’ games—the usual things that were to be expected at something like this. A little too forced, you’d say. But you didn’t mention anything on it.

There was one girl—Si Na-Young—who reminded you a lot of the head-counselor. She played along with everything she said, passing along the ‘Ball of Knowledge’ (literally just a beach ball with questions written on it in cheap sharpie) with a vigor that was just a little grating. Still, she had a nice speaking voice and kind eyes.

She was probably just worried about fitting in.

One of the boys there—he actually turned out to be younger than you—was named Yang Sang-Jun and he turned out to be kind of an adorable person. When he caught the Ball of Knowledge, he landed on, “When was your first kiss?”; by far one of the juiciest questions on there.

His cheeks lit up like fireworks while he quietly explained, “I’ve never actually kissed anyone before...” A part of you worried that he was going to get totally demolished by all those eleven-year-olds.

He seemed too tenderhearted for the world.

The fourth girl in the room—Roe Sun-Ah—was just a little air-headed, but not in a dumb way; just a very innocent way. She’d gotten hit in the head with the beach ball multiple times, and every time, she just gave an adorably awkward giggle and apologized for missing it.

Lowkey, you kind of shipped her and Sang-Jun.

The last boy... He was pretty funny. His name was Park Woojin, and so far, all you’d heard spill out of his mouth was amusing wittiness and simple honestly, which you appreciated in this semi-suffocating situation.

When the ball had gotten tossed to him, it landed on the question: “What do you like so much about kids?”. He just kinda chuckled at it. Everyone eagerly awaited his answering, leaning in a little to hear him better when he finally decided to speak up.

You just sat back and what the response form in his head. His micro-expressions that he didn’t realize he was making was probably going to be the one of the more interesting things you’d see for eight weeks straight.

“It’s not really the fact that I’m crazy about kids,” Woojin finally spoke, making the head counselor’s eyes widen. The first real emotion you’d seen out of her all afternoon. “There’s nothing wrong with them, I just don’t know a whole lot about them. You know, how to deal with them and stuff.”

He shrugged. “I did this because I was sick and tired of my friends telling me that I wouldn’t be able to handle it,” he continued. “So... Hooray for peer pressure, I guess?” With that, he tossed the ball to you.

You hand landed on the same question. “I’m gonna keep this short as possible,” you said. You pointed to Woojin. “Same.”

So in summary: your first day there and you already had a favorite.

He made you chuckle.

He remained your favorite for the first few days, the first week, the first two weeks, and even the first three weeks.

You liked to think you were his favorite too, but you never got your hopes up. At the very least, you hoped he thought of you as a good friend. You’d been rooming together for those three weeks in the mountains, and your night normally included chatting until 3AM. Or until you got caught by the other counselors.

Whichever came first.

Sometimes you were exhausted in the mornings where you had to deal with the teaching, and the screeching, and the making-sure-no-one-fell-off-a-cliff-ing, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

It was way too much fun to randomly starting singing children’s songs or ask each other random, existential questions like: “Do you think the means or the end are more important?” and “Is what we perceive reality or just a construct of our own minds?”.

Usually, you just asked each other those things to get a good laugh when you tried to answer seriously; but other times, they would lead to those long, drawn-out (but never boring) conversations that lasted until the sun came up.

Much like tonight.

“Okay,” you started quietly, trying your best not to get caught out by the other counselors. Plus, your cabin was close to the campers’, and if they got woken up, they always had trouble going back to sleep, swearing that there were bears out in the woods.

Your head was propped up on your arm as you stared at him from across the room. You both had bottom bunks while Sun-Ah and Sang-Jun slept on the top bunks. Yet another reason why you had to keep quiet during your late-night chats. Luckily, they slept like rocks.

“I have a good one tonight,” you continued.

Woojin flicked off his reading light and set his book on the floor. He turned to face you with a huff, the moonlight being the only thing illuminating the room. “Hit me,” he said, mirroring your position and resting his head in his palm.

“What is our biggest mistake as humans?” you asked, proud of yourself for the deep question. You expected another comically bull-crap answer like: ‘Existing’, but tonight seemed to be one of the nights that he took the question seriously.

He hummed thoughtfully. “Our biggest mistake?” he echoed. You nodded, even though that chance of him seeing it in the dimly lit room was quite low. ‘I think our biggest mistake as humans is not making a big enough effort to understand,” he said.

You quirked a brow. “Explain.”

He clicked his tongue, trying to think up a proper answer. “It’s just... We’re all so quick to judge and make accusations, and I just think the world would be a lot better if we all just made an effort to understand. Like, even if we don’t agree, we don’t have to fight over it, you know? Just let it be.”

“I get what you’re saying,” you started, “but shouldn’t you also be willing to fight for the things that are important to you?”

He hummed in agreement. “That’s true, but you also need to know the consequences for fighting for those things,” he said. “We all have to take responsibility for our actions; good and bad. They’re all there.” He flopped onto his back before continuing.

“If you do something bad, own up to it—but if you do something good, there’s still backfire you have to deal with. You can’t whine about the crap you have to go through afterwards, ‘cause it’s literally what you sign up for when you decide to make a difference.”

You nodded. “I can get behind that logic,” you said. You mimicked his position unintentionally, falling onto your back. “It’s your turn.”

“‘Kay,” he answered. “I’m gonna give you a deep one, too. Answer seriously.”

You flashed him a thumbs up, trying the reach your arm out far enough for that it’d be in the line of moonlight filtering in through the window. “Will do, chief,” you said.

“What do you think your purpose is?” he asked, his words hanging in the air and his deep tone getting stuck in your ears.

You were impressed. “Wow,” you chuckled. “You don’t disappoint on the deep ones, huh?”

He shook his head, unbeknownst to you. “Nope,” he said. “I have good follow-through.”

You felt yourself smile. “Good to know,” you said. You took a deep breath, thinking about his question seriously. “I think my purpose is... To do the best that I can,” you finally decided on. “We only have one life, and sometimes we get so obsessed with that notion, we think that we have to reach for perfection, but that’s not the case.”

She rolled onto your stomach, resting your chin on your pillow and kicking your blankets away from your tangled-up feet. “If you’re focused on making no mistakes while you’re alive, you’re not really living. You’re being so careful that you’re killing your soul, and I think that sucks,” you said.

“You just need to go along with every moment, choosing the path that seems the best for you at that time, and if you screw up at one point, oh well.” You shrugged. “If you never made the mistake, you’d be stuck with the ‘what-if’s, and that’s just as painful as the mistake itself,” you said.

There was a brief silence.

“Wow,” Woojin finally breathed out into the darkness. “And you don’t disappoint on the deep answers.”

You chuckled. “I have good follow-through,” you said, mocking his deep tone.

He threw a pillow at you, missing you by a mile. “Oh, shut up!” he laughed quietly. “This got too intense, so... Tea or coffee? One, two, three.”

The countdown was too fast, but you followed along nonetheless. “Tea!” you answered. He made over-the-top gagging noises from across the room.

“What now, Weird-jin?” you huffed, using the nickname you’d given him on the second week after he decided the only way to get the campers to stay in the Mess Hall was to tell them that he’d transform Sang-Jun into a llama and he’d spit on all their sandwiches.

He chuckled. “I don’t know, just ‘cause,” he said.

You covered your mouth with your pillow, muffling your laughter. “You are such a freak!” you said.

“Takes one to know one,” he clapped back.

You scooped up the pillow he’d thrown earlier, tossing it back at him and immediately shutting him up. Let’s just say: your aim was a lot more accurate.

This is how you two had been with each for three weeks. And it’s how you continued to be with each other three weeks later.

You both stood outside under the calming warmth of the morning, it being about an hour or two before the campers woke up. You’d been given the task of watering the flower patches and Woojin had made the command-quality decision to tag along and keep you company.

“Why’d you come out?” you asked, focusing on your task but still vaguely aware of his presence close at your back.

He shrugged, kicking up a few stray leaves. “’Cause it’s been six weeks,” he said simply.

“What’s that mean?” you asked, quirking a brow.

He took the hose from your hands, mumbling a quite ‘my turn’. “Well, camp is eight weeks long, right?” You nodded. “Six weeks has already gone by, so we’ve got two weeks left, yeah?”

Your shoulders sagged a little. “Yeah... I guess so,” you said.

“I’m just trying to make the most of it,” he said. “I mean, the only time we really get to talk just the two of us is when it’s around midnight or we do chores like this. Otherwise, we’re just getting snotted on by kids, but somehow still enjoying it.”

You chuckled a little, shaking your head at the thought. “Those kids have kinda grown on me a little,” you said.

He joined in the laughter, a smile pulling at his lips and showcasing his snaggle-tooth. “Me too,” he admitted. “Just a little, though. They’re still super annoying.”

“So, you don’t want kids when your older?” you asked, crossing your arms and following him while he wandered across the flower patch.

He hummed suggestively. “I didn’t say that,” he said cryptically.

“So you do?”

He quickly turned the hose on you, spraying you for the shortest second before turning it back on the flowers. “Depends on whom with,” he said, a cheshire-grin on his face.

Your jaw was hanging open. “Did you just—?”

“Spray you?” he cut you off, finishing your sentence. He nudged your side playfully. “Maybe I did.”

You scoffed. “Screw you, Weird-jin,” you said. You stole the hose from him, giving him a good soaking.

“That was way more than I did!” he laughed, wiping some droplets off his chin. He reached out to try and grab it again, but you angled out of the way, making the water arch in the air and create a lovely rainbow in the sunlight.

The whole thing ended with you both running around the clearing, yelling and screaming the early hours of the morning and spraying each other as you wrestled the hose back and forth between the both of you.

In the end, you were both soaked and breathless, but you both had silently and mutually agreed that you wouldn’t change it for the world.

“You’re a fighter,” he panted out, brushing his damp hair out of his face. “Most would’ve given up by now.”

You shrugged and mimicked the way he pushed his hair back. “I’m stubborn, I guess,” you answer. He chuckled at you. “What?”

“Why do you always do that?” he asked.

You pulled your shirt away from your body, wringing it out a little. “Do what?”

“Copy the things I do,” he said.

You froze. You hadn’t noticed it before, but you supposed you did have a tendency to imitate him. “I... don’t know,” you answered honestly, clearing your throat awkwardly. “I guess it just happened naturally.”

He smiled. “It’s cute,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up,” you huffed.

He stood there, staring at you for a moment. He put his hands in his pockets, though it was a little difficult considering how damp and sticky they were. “Can I ask you something?” he said.

“Sure, whatever,” you said, still sulking.

He walked forward. “Can we make a promise?” he asked.

You raised a brow. “O...kay?”

He pulled one hand out of his pocket, holding out his pinky. “Promise me that after eight weeks is up, we’ll keep in touch.”

Slowly, you wrapped your pinky around his. “Well, duh,” you replied. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He chuckled. “As we do, yeah?”

You nodded, a small smile growing on your lips. “Yup, I guess so.”

He looked devilishly proud of himself. “You just agreed to be my girlfriend,” he said.

Your eyes widened. “What?” you stuttered, trying to pull away your pinky. He kept a firm grip. “When did I agree to that?” you scoffed.

“Just now,” he said, smiling. He could read the look you were giving him. “It was in the fine-print.”

You looked away from him, your cheeks heating up. “You’re incredible.”

“Do you not want to?” he asked, looking at you with the most innocent eyes you didn’t know he could make.

There was a beat or two of silence.

You shrugged. “I didn’t say that...” you said, bringing the biggest grin to his face.

So... M A Y B E I love him, but we’re not gonna get into that right now.

I had such a good time writing this, Anon! I hope you enjoyed it and that you stop by again. Thanks for the awesome request!

#for anon #kpop drabbles #AB6IX Woojin #park woojin #woojin wanna one #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #kpop angst #request #reaction #requested #he's so precious #this is really cute

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glamrockmonarch · 6 years ago

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A Visit - Requested ~ 70′s!Brian

Warnings: Uh, yeah, it’s about sex. Like there is a plot, but...full disclosure? it’s all just a very elaborate excuse to write smut.

A/N: I honestly have been thinking about this since the moment I got your request, anon...you are an evil genius.

Brian looks up from the notebook he is holding, Roger sticks his head inside the guitarist’s room with a grin on his face. The drummer’s eyes give away his excitement, but there is also a hint of smugness on the way his round jaw moves when he smiled at his friend from across the room.

“Writing a hit there, Brian?”

Roger pushes the door open in its entirety and walks inside, he leaves the door open and looks around in his friend’s room. Everything seems organized, Brian has not taken anything out of his suitcase and it doesn’t look like he will ever make himself at home here.

“At least I am trying to.” Brian tilts his head to the side, his voice sounds like a soft reprimand to Roger.

Sometimes Brian’s tone resembled his father’s too much, but to the boys in the band, it was the voice of reason speaking to them.

“Well...I think you’d like to come outside of this…” Roger motions around, “luxury room,” he smirks with satisfaction at his own choice of words, “and play a game of pool.”

The guitarist promises to come to play once he is done writing his song. With the guitar in his lap and his notebook in hands, he keeps on figuring out the lyrics while Roger leaves his room.

“Close it please, Rog!” He calls out without looking up from his complicated handwriting.

Roger complied and left with a sigh, he knew Brian would regret not coming to the living room with him, but he cannot do anything about it once he is standing in the hallway within everyone’s field of view.

“He said he is working a song,” Roger explains, his eyes scan his bandmates.

John’s arm is wrapped around his girlfriend, Freddie is sitting down with Mary and the two have a drink while they chat. Roger’s current girlfriend is reading a couple pool cues across the room in front of you as you set the wooden triangle in the middle of the pool table to set the balls in their right place.

“What?!” You yell at Roger over the sound of a Led Zeppelin record playing. “Are you joking?”

Roger shakes his head and shrugs going to his girlfriend and wrapping his arm around her waist. The girl giggles when the drummer squeezes her with his fingers, the two already turning to smooch. With a bitter smile you turn to John and his girlfriend, suddenly coming for a visit seems like a horrible idea. Convinced by Mary, now you regret coming.

It is Roger the one who senses your negativity and passes you a cue from his girlfriend’s hand, nodding towards the balls.

“You start.”

Although you feel like going into hiding for the rest of the night and only reappear the next morning to jump on the van and go back home, you find the will take the cue from the drummer’s hands and play.

You pass the time like this, playing with the guys, Mary and Veronica decline the invitation to take part, so you set your whiskey on the edge of the table to play while Mary has her arms wrapped around Freddie’s waist.

The night goes on, between pauses to change the record and small dance sessions among yourselves, you smoke and drink the night away until it comes down to only you and Roger still leaning on the pool table to hit the white ball in hopes you are aiming well enough to get at least one of the other balls into the hole.

John and Veronica are gone by now, and you can tell that your friends are eager to go to their rooms in the company of their girlfriends. With a tired smile, you walk to the record player and stop it from spinning anymore.

“Just go, I’ll knock on Brian’s door.”

You forget the fact that you do not even know which door is your boyfriend’s, but you convince them all of going to their rooms.

When you’re alone you pour yourself another glass of whiskey and lean back on the edge of the green pool table.

Brian was the kind of guy to be focused on things until he finishes a task; this is the reason why you are always so amazed at the fact that he put his studies on hold to pursue a career in rock. One of the things that have always caught your eye was Brian’s commitment to things; so you could not blame him for staying in his room and finishing writing a song…

With a sigh, you put the glass down next to you and fold your arms over your chest. Where the hell are you gonna sleep? You chuckle to yourself as you give it a thought. Well, maybe the couch would not be too bad. In the beginning, you wished to sleep next to Brian, and the failed night now stared back at your through a window, you feel mocked by the silence of the farm. In your head you can hear the faint sounds of the city, somewhere someone would have their television on, maybe a record would play in a flat near yours. There is always a lost drunk out there trying to make it home without tripping on their four pairs of legs thanks to a bad case of double vision.

You reach behind your back and your hand finds an object forgotten by someone, you imagine this little instant camera belongs to Roger, who left a while ago with his girlfriend in a rush to be alone.

“Y/N?” You hear the unmistakable sound of your boyfriend’s voice and look up at him with the camera in your hands. “What are you doing here?”

Brian is standing in front of you in a pair of jeans and a white shirt. You stand upright and put the camera next to you.

“I thought you would like to see me,” you shrug and brace yourself without feeling cold.

Thinking you would get to spend more time with him, you decided in the morning that you would wear something comfortable, you out on your short pinny dress over a shirt with long sleeves.

“I feel kinda stupid now…” You add, looking back at the camera to examine it. “Sometimes I forget that the band is your job.”

Brian shakes his head and walks to you without rushing, he brings his hands to your face and cups your face, smiling he makes you look up at him and kisses you. Your eyes flutter closed in the last second you feel a wave of excitement run through your body.

“How long have you been here?” He wonders.

“All night!” You chuckle, brow arched in frustration as you explain, “Roger went up there to get you but he came back and said you were working on a song.”

Brian nods and presses his forehead against yours. You put your hands on his stomach over the small shirt he is wearing and breathe in the scent of his cologne combined with cigarettes and wood. He sighs and shakes his head.

“I didn’t know you were here…”

You give his chest a pat and put your hands on either side of his face, making him shut up.

“I want to listen to your song before leaving tomorrow.” You say. “We’re leaving after breakfast.”

“We?” Brian looks lost, “Who else came?”

You tell him that pretty much every one of his bandmates must have gotten in on that night and watch his ears turn a bright shade of pink. With a giggle, you kiss his chin and tilt your head back to look up at him.

“Now I feel stupid.” He admits. “Why didn’t you just come to get me?”

Already tired of giving Brian explanations, you dig into his hair and tangle your fingers with his unruly curls.

Brian grunts and closes his eyes, he lets you kiss his jaw and neck and soon he forgets he even asked you a question when he dips his head to capture your lips in a wet needy kiss. God, the band has been away working on their next album for ages! You can feel yourself growing more and more aroused by the second. For him it is quite similar, Brian does not want to push you further but he craves for your touch, his fingers feel sore from the time you’ve been out of reach for them.

You moan into Brian’s lips and pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his middle you feel his hard-on press against your belly. Gasping, Brian pulls you closer by the hips. Unable to resist, you bite on his lips and pull apart.

“I can’t make it to the room.” He confesses, teasing your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin. “Do you mind if we…?”

Before Brian says another word you shake your head and put your hands on the edge of the table, you prop yourself up to sit there. With a grin you pull at his arms, so he comes closer, standing in between your legs.

Cupping your face with a single hand he crashes his lips on yours, decided on having you now. You respond to his kiss and let his tongue into your mouth, his hands travel down your waist and Brian’s hands slide on your legs, touching you under the skirt of your dress, caressing your thighs, aiming for your knickers he pulls them aside not without noticing your rapid heartbeat against his chest. He moans at how wet you are, and you have nothing to say when his lips leave yours. You want him so bad, you don’t mind doing it right then and there.

He slides his fingers over your folds and starts rubbing his thumb across your clit, you let your head fall on his shoulder and open your eyes to see his hand working your sensitive spot. You press a kiss on his neck and slide your hand down and palm his cock, hard under your touch. He lets out a heavy breath. You are sure you just want him to fuck you now and don’t even mind that it will be a bit of quickie.

“I need you. Now.” You announce, your fingers lingering on his bottom lip as your eyes stare of up at him.

Brian blinks a few times but hears you. He pulls your underwear off of you and forgets about it once it hangs with danger from your ankle. You pull his pants down along with his boxers and give his cock a couple of pumps watching your boyfriend’s mouth fall slightly open as he moans in pleasure. Brian takes matters into his own hands - quite literally -, he holds your wrists and pulls your hands away, instead, he puts his own hard cock against your entrance and pushes your shirt up. You wrap your legs around him and pull his face closer to you as he enters you slowly, both of you stare into each other’s eyes in the meantime. You push his hair away from his face and kissed him for a second before he started moving out of you, although he has given you little time to adjust you let him and roll your hips against his with loud moans escaping your mouth. You need to hold on to something when he picks up a pace and fucks you relentlessly, thrusting into you, holding your hips as he does. You are perched upon his shoulders, losing yourself in Brian, rapidly nearing your climax.

Brian’s moves become sloppy and you feel him twitch inside you. His eyes are closed, he bows his head and his curls fall on your face, you put your hands on his back and although it would under different circumstances it would be his hands on your ass, you grab his butt and pull him closer.

“Shit, I’m gonna…” Brian cries out, squeezing your thighs to have your legs tightly wrapped around him as he cums, pouring his warm seed inside you he slips his hand between your bodies and presses his finger on your sensitive clit.

Knowing how to work you, he nibbles on your neck and enjoys the feeling of your walls clenching around his cock while it stays inside your pussy.

“Brian!” You come with an agitated gasp and your eyes roll back followed by your head. In absolute ecstasy, you call out Brian’s name, shushed by his lips kissing yours slowly, pulling your lips apart and sliding his tongue inside your mouth to massage yours and slide out again as he presses his lips on yours again. You come back down to earth with worked up breathes and smile at each other.

Looking down you see your underwear still hanging from your foot and laugh as Brian catches some of his cum that started leaking from between your legs. He looks around for a moment, wondering what to do with his dirty fingers now.

“Allow me,” you say with a wink and lean down to suck his fingers clean.

“I thought I was satisfied until just now.” He pushes your hair behind your ear and leans into you to kiss your cheek. “My room?”

You push him away and bring your leg up, motioning for him to grab your knickers. With a grin on your face, you jump off of the table. Brian pulls his pants up with your undies in his hand. Thinking about it, you have an idea, the band still had a long couple of weeks of work ahead of themselves so you grab Roger’s camera and hold your hand out. You wait for Brian to grab it and take you back to his room.

“Is that Roger’s camera?” Brian’s confusion is evident in his inquisitive tone. “What are you doing with it?”

“Leaving you some souvenirs.” You shrug, walking into his room.

#requested #brian may #70’s Brian May #brian may imagine #brian may fic #smut #brian may smut #brian may x reader #queen #queen fandom #queen band #queen fanfiction

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hazeofhearts · 6 years ago

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Last Minute (Connor x reader)

Soulmate au: first thing your soulmate says to you is tattooed on your body

Warnings: Swearing, drinking (legal!)

As soon as androids deviated, they got soulmate tattoos. No matter where they were or who they were with or what they were doing at the time. They all got soulmate tattoos.

Nobody knew how this phenomenon worked. After the android revolution, Elijah Kamski himself took it upon himself to have an internationally broadcasted interview about it. Immediately everyone was swarming chat forums for what it could mean. One person even suggested that that was why maybe a lot of people didn’t have soulmate marks.

Like you for example.

Everyone up until this point in time, thought that if you didn’t have a soulmate tattoo by the time you were five, then your soulmate hadn’t been born yet. All through middle school, high school and college you were made fun of for not having a soulmate tattoo. And the older you got, the more you feared when and how you would meet your soulmate.

Currently you were twenty three, on the edge of your seat, ready to watch the news and see what Elijah fucking Kamski had to say about the whole android soulmate thing because an android was obviously much more preferable than a child.

Absentmindedly, you brushed your fingers over the small line of neat text printed across your wrist. The single five word statement popping up eight months ago in November. It was right around the android revolution in fact.

The logo for the local news station flashed on the screen before Elijah simply popped up onto the screen. You gasped aloud at the sight of him. He was very attractive. But his name wasn’t the one featured in the words that were on your wrist.

Elijah went on the explain what he and his team had been testing for months. They had manufactured an android and waited for it to become deviant. When it did so, a soulmate tattoo appeared on their skin. Then they let it out into the world and followed it secretly, seeing if the experience was the exact same for humans. They’d followed it for more than a year before the android met its soulmate and it was love at first sight.

Then, something happened that set your phone and laptop blowing up even more than they already were. Your laptop was sitting in the news website forum and your phone was constantly refreshing from the discourse chat you were in.

Markus, the leader of the android revolution, was sitting in a chair across from Elijah Kamski. A flash of hope raised itself in you but lowered once again when you saw that Markus had pulled up his sleeve.

The camera zoomed in to show the words ‘Welcome to Jericho’ printed in swirling script across his wrist. Your brow furrowed as you recalled that the deviant android hide out was called Jericho.

Your eyes scanned the chat on the news site, seeing people spurt out weird conspiracy theories but also being really mature about the whole situation. Meanwhile, the people on the discourse weren’t being as grown up about the situation.

You closed out the tab on your phone and did the same for your laptop before turning them both off. You sat leaning forward on your overstuffed couch in your near barren living room.

When would your soulmate come? Who would they be? Were they an android? They had to be, right?

You sighed and finished out the program, more longing in your chest than ever before. Now that you had your soulmate tattoo, you just wanted to meet them but you knew that wasn’t how it worked. It was all up to fate.

You heaved yourself up from your couch and walked to the kitchen to get yourself something to eat. If you planned on drinking tonight, which you just decided you were, you needed to fill yourself up. Your roommate came out of her room, her LED flashing yellow as she watched you mope around the kitchen, gathering stuff to make yourself a sandwich.

“Did you watch the soulmate program?”

“Yeah,” you said forlornly.

“Here, let me,” she said as she pushed your hands aside.

“No, Macey, let me.”

“No, no,” Macey said, flapping her hands before combining your preferred ingredients together to make your favorite sandwich.

“I know you were a housekeeper model before you deviated but I swear, your mothering instincts have doubled since we became roommates.”

Macey chuckled, a few of her dreadlocks falling out of their loose bun she had on the side of her head. You twisted them up and back into the mix and she thanked you, handing you your sandwich.

You both sat at the table in silence, listening to the rain patter on the roof as Macey poured some chips on your plate as well. You played with your food for a bit before actually eating anything. Macey simply stared at you with her hands folded. She was waiting for you to make the first move.

“So how was your day,” you inquired.

Macey rose a carefully arched eyebrow at you before deciding to play along.

“It was good. Work was normal. That creepy guy came back again and asked for my number. I told him I didn’t have a phone but that I could remember his number and he got pissed again. It’s like he doesn’t see my LED. Not to mention that if he thought we were soulmates that we would have known already.”

You scoffed in disgust.

“The nerve of that guy honestly confuses me. Like he’s so blinded by whatever that he doesn’t realize that you’re not blowing him off and that you can LITERALLY call him with your MIND!”

Macey laughs, tossing her head back, her perfectly winged eyeliner catching your attention.

“Hey, Macey. Can you do my makeup tonight?”

“For what,” she inquired, her giggles still sitting under her words.

“I want to go out tonight. Get fucked up. You can come if you want but would you mind doing my makeup?”

Macey clapped her hands and grabbed her five tier makeup caboodle from her room, smacking it down on the table before spreading it open like her black market bag of makeup tips and tricks.

You swallowed the last bite of sandwich that was in your mouth and dropped the paper plate into the trash, stretching yourself slightly to reach the can.

Macey approached you and commanded you not to look until everything was done. Once she stepped away, she handed you a mirror. She left you with a glittery royal blue eye shadow and dramatically winged liner to match your dark red lipstick. It was very dramatic but very much what you wanted.

“Can I pick your outfit too?”

“Sure. Make me look hot but also please make it comfortable.”

Macey sent you a wink before jogging off to rummage around in your closet.

She came back with dark jeans, a white T-shirt and your leather jacket for you. You smiled softly as she placed the items on the table.

“Thanks.”

You changed right there, not bothering to move. Macey was your best friend, what was there to be shy about? She’d helped you when you were puking all over yourself the last time you drank about your soulmate. In turn, you did the same thing for her when she fell and needed minor repairs from you. You’d think that an android would be able to keep itself upright considering how many tests the creators would have to go through to make proper coding but you supposed you could be wrong.

You finished getting ready, slipping your shoes on and calling a taxi to come get you. You grabbed your house key, gave one last goodbye to Macey and headed to your favorite bar.

It was a quaint one all the way across the city but it was well worth the twenty minute drive plus traffic. Jimmy’s was a place where you could drink until you became a fucking idiot and nobody would care as long as you were quiet.

You slid out of the taxi and adjusted your clothes before heading in, no emotion on your face. You pushed the door and walked in, not sparing any of the old farts a sideways glance. They could underestimate you all they wanted, you were here to drink. You took a seat at the middle of the bar and rested your feet on the metal bar at the bottom of the bar stool.

“One alcohol with rocks please,” you said, giving Jimmy a wry smirk. He clicked his tongue with a fond smile, getting your glass ready. You drummed your fingers as he prepared you a mystery drink.

He placed it on the counter but blocked your hands from getting it.

“I’m gonna need to see some ID.”

“Come on, shit head. You know how old I am,” you tried wrestling with his hands.

“You look about 18.”

“We’re fourteen years apart you fucker,” you said, chuckling.

“Oh yeah, that’s right. Here you go.”

You grabbed the glass and took a good mouthful, coughing as it went down your throat.

“Man I fuckin hate scotch.”

“I’m trying to get you used to it.”

You playfully stuck your tongue out at him and resumed your drinking.

After two more glasses, you couldn’t even taste the liquor anymore. You were leaned forward, your forehead on your bent wrist. You could see Jimmy waving off persistent guys from approaching you out of the corner of your eye.

You threw back your final drink, the fourth one of the night and stood carefully from the barstool. While you were sitting, the bar had somehow filled up with more older men. You slapped a $20 bill on the counter, gave Jimmy finger guns and wobbled as best you could out of the bar.

You were a strange drunk, indeed.

The door opens again and out comes a clean cut man in black dress pants, a crisp white shirt and a loosened tie around his neck.

He approached you and stood with his hands behind his back, staring straight at you.

“Hi, my name is Connor.”

You felt your wrist warm up and your subconscious, tipsy mind answered with the first thing that came to the surface.

“Aw fuck me, man.”

You slapped a hand over your mouth and looked at him embarrassed. He rolled down his sleeve to show his tattoo to you. You did the same for him.

“Ah, what a wonderful first impression I must’ve made.”

“I could tell your personality simply how you interacted with Jimmy when you first came into the bar. My first impression of you was then. Should we exchange numbers so we can stay in contact, soulmate?”

You could tell that the word soulmate felt strange in the androids mouth with the way he sort of scrunched up his nose at saying it. You chuckled.

“That sounds nice, I’d love that.”

You gave him your number and nearly fell into the taxi when it pulled up in front of you. You blew him a kiss before the taxi drove off and saw his pale cheeks turn pink.

When you got home, you fumbled with your keys for a minute before getting them in the lock and opening the door. Knowing Macey was awake, you simply shouted into the apartment.

“Hey Macey, you’re never gonna fuckin’ believe what happened!”

#detroit: become human #Detroit: Become Human Connor #connor rk800 x reader #dbh connor x reader #connor x reader #dbh connor #connor dbh #dbh #hazeofelevenwriting

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