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gucciwins · 9 months ago

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The Lucky One

Word count: 11510

A/N: My sweet friends! I hope you're still excited for this story, even after all the time I had you wait. Life was hectic and finding time to write has been difficult. It's fitting that I posted this a year ago, and now posting the update a year later. Happy reading!!!

Warning: smut, female pleasure, phone sex, (brief use of Daddy)

Gala After Gala

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Harry was banned from the bathroom because he was a distraction. Y/N had been stuck doing her mascara for over ten minutes because he made a silly face at her every time she looked in the mirror. Y/N banished him to wait in her bedroom. He decided to look in her closet, wanting to pick her outfit for the night, and noticed how empty it was beside her winter coats hanging in the back, taking up most of the space.

“Beauty?” He called for her.

Y/N answered with a soft “Yes, love?”

Harry asked her what was going on in his head. “Where’s your emerald dress?”

“It was Sapra’s. She let me borrow it.”

“And the black one with the long slit,” Harry asks while continuing to look between every piece of clothing she has.

Y/N comes out of the restroom, hair perfectly curled and lips glossed. He can’t wait to kiss it away. Harry already knows she’s wearing her new favorite gloss, with hints of strawberry. Harry knows because he tested it out for her, ensuring it was a long-lasting taste and not only a smell sold by companies to trick her.

“Dawn’s sister.”

Harry frowns. Y/N attends endless galas, and each dress she wears looks like they were made for her and her alone. Yet, he’s only discovering that most of them were never hers. “The yellow one?”

“Dry cleaners!”

He breathes out a sigh of relief. While Harry knows Y/N might not have much space here, they act as if they don’t spend most of their time at Harry’s, where many of her items have started accumulating. Harry has begun to buy her favorite milk (Oat) and her favorite shampoo (Coconut scent) to have stocked. It has become her place as much as it is his. He knew he could make a closet hers. He hates that he hadn’t thought of it sooner.

“Beauty, I thought they were all yours,” Harry stares at Y/N while she puts in her earrings for the night. “Are you telling me I’ll never see that baby pink dress?”

Y/N rolls her eyes at his dramatics, kissing his cheek as she exits the bedroom. “That’s only for special occasions.” Y/N wore it for her graduation. A midi pink dress with flowers embroidered up the sides and sleeves. Harry could not keep his hands to himself that night, not that she minded. It’d been tucked away for a few weeks until Harry whisked her away to Italy and Greece as a Graduation present, where they spent weeks exploring new cities and kissing on every cobblestone street.

He trails behind her like a lost puppy. “Personally, think every moment with you is special.”

Y/N steps into her heels by the door, but before she can reach down, Harry is kneeling on one knee, placing her foot on his thigh to tighten the strap for her. Harry makes her fall more in love with him each day. Those three words seem to hover around them, but neither of them ever says them because it is told with each action, each kiss. “Thank you, honey.”

He kisses her calf before placing it back on the floor. “All ready, Beauty?”

“Let’s go eat!”

It’s not every day that they get dressed up for dinner, but Harry is leaving on a three-week trip and wants to take her out on a date before they move to Facetime calls and late-night texts. Harry had tried to convince her to come, but work would not let her. Not when she was planning for two different galas to take place in three months.

Dinner was delicious. Y/N was so hungry she cleaned off her plate. She always saved a bit to have leftovers the day after for her lunch, but Harry was gracious and ordered a meal for tomorrow. It didn’t surprise her how well Harry was able to read her.

She was strolling behind Harry, eating the ice cream they stopped to get after she told him she was craving something sweet. Harry kissed her and promised they’d stop by the shop two streets from her apartment. He was leading the way into her flat, telling her to get ready for bed, and he’d turn on an episode of Derry Girls for them. It was one of her most-watched series, and Harry enjoyed the humor.

“Nooo, I want to watch an episode of Ghost Files,” she yells from her bathroom.

Harry sighs because he knows this means she’s not tired. She wouldn’t dare to sleep through it because she loves Shane’s dumb commentary. While Y/N promises she doesn’t believe in ghosts, she is also the type to never put herself in any scary or off-setting situation.

Y/N comes in, rubbing moisturizer down her neck, and smiles when she sees a familiar episode playing. “Perfect.” She steps close to Harry, kisses him, and makes him promise to be quick in the restroom because she is ready for cuddles. Harry tried his best to be fast but enjoyed his night routine. He also had to double-check that he had everything packed for his flight tomorrow, not wanting to make a stop at home tomorrow that would have him leave Y/N sooner than he needed to.

By the time he entered the bedroom, Derry Girls was playing, and Y/N was fighting off sleep.

“You took forever,” she mumbled against her silk pillow.

He gave her a dimpled grin and cuddled close to her side. “You love to remind me how important my nightly routine is. That I can’t skip around. Something about my wrinkles,” Harry teases.

Y/N rolls her eyes, laying her head on his chest. “No wrinkles. Maybe some white hairs are coming in, but I think you’d be a sexy silver fox.”

Harry breathes out a laugh, “think I’m that old?”

“You’re perfect,” she pecks his lips.

“Think you’re perfect, too. So perfect for me,” Harry tells her.

Y/N had never felt peace like this, to feel so at home with a partner. Harry showed her how much he cared for her every single day. The ease she felt around him allowed her to be herself the entire time, with no facade, no excuses on why she wasn’t getting ready. Harry had seen her at her best and worst and still chooses her every day.

There are three words on the tip of her tongue dying to come out, but instead, she slips off to sleep in her lover’s arms.

Morning came far too soon for Y/N’s liking; usually, she wakes up feeling rested, but this morning, she felt like she tossed and turned all night. Harry, at one point, had to hold her tight against his chest because she was squirming around too much. She apologized, and thankfully, his heartbeat lulled her back to sleep. Now she’s up at six am watching Harry get ready to drive himself to the airport. She had requested to drive him, but Harry didn’t want her to deal with all the traffic madness that went on there. He also knew walking away from her at the airport would be harder. He’d be too tempted to stay in the car and ask her to drive home. Harry loved spending time with Y/N, and since officially being together, they have only gone a few hours apart. Saying goodbye was hard, and he wasn’t looking forward to doing that today.

She got up with him, with sleep still in her eyes, and while Harry went to do a quick rundown of his skincare, Y/N made him a cup of coffee; he bought her some of his specially imported beans from Columbia once he learned she enjoyed it. Harry told her she made the best cups of coffee; while she didn’t know if that was true, she was happy to do something for him.

Y/N sat on her counter, watching him collect his belongings and line them up nicely at the door. He had an order for everything. She knew he kept a packing list because he always feared forgetting something. He knew he had overpacked for this trip because he would be stopping to visit Mum and sister. Y/N thought it was sweet. Y/N had spoken with them over Facetime, but there’s nothing like meeting in person, and if all things went well, she knew she’d be meeting them over the holidays.

She wasn’t used to the quiet of her apartment because Harry always had music playing. He saw she had a record player and bought a bunch of his favorites for her to listen to. She told him she hardly used it because it was a housewarming gift from her brother, Matias, who got it for cheap at an estate sale. When Harry was staying over, there was always a record from Joni Mitchell to Prince.

“You got to call me when you land,” she says, breaking the silence.

“It’ll only be two here, just in time for your break.”

Y/N doesn’t hide her grin, knowing he had already checked their time difference. “Five days in London, and then off to Scotland.”

Harry nods because they both know she has his schedule memorized. He left her a list of contacts she could reach in case of an emergency, and he wasn’t available (he always would be). “Correct, Beauty. Do you want me to bring you back something? Cookies, a bag, or pearls.”

“Only want you.”

“I’ll surprise you,” Harry promises, knowing he’ll stop at his favorite shops to get her something nice to make up for his time away.

Harry steps towards her, sitting on the counter. He places one hand on her waist and the other on her cheek and pulls her in for a kiss. His lips are soft and taste sweet, like his coffee. She sighs against him, not ready to separate, but he gives her one last kiss, telling her he has to put his bags away in the car.

She watches him take two trips while double-checking his carry-on, not wanting to forget his passport, something he’s expressed he’s done more than once. On his final trip, Harry is in the car packing it in. Y/N has moved to lean against the doorframe, watching him fit his luggage in a car too small for two suitcases. There’s a heaviness in her chest, knowing she won’t see him for 21 days. There will be no kisses, no hugs, and no lunch together. Not even a sweet morning wake-up call.

It’s going to be a lonely few days.

Y/N can admit she’s become a bit dependent on spending time with Harry, but she doesn’t think it’s terrible. She still goes to work, hangs out with her friends, and gets her nails done, where she catches up on her favorite podcast, The Happiness Lab, but ends her days in Harry’s arms. He truly has become one of her best friends. While no one could ever replace Sapra, Harry and Y/N shared another level of intimacy. She was thankful to have him in her life.

“What is it, beauty?” Harry asks, stepping toward her, looking beautiful. It’s unfair he wakes up looking this pretty with his messy hair and growing stubble. She knows it’s only three weeks, but she will miss him and wants him to know. Harry caresses her cheek, and she can’t help but lean into his warm touch.

“I’m going to miss you,” Y/N breathes out.

“Miss me or my king-sized bed,” he teases. He told her to stay at his house if she wanted but that she’d miss him less at her apartment. She knew that was a lie; she saw him in everything in her home. Harry had left a touch on everything she had ever owned. From having his favorite blanket thrown on the back of her couch to his extra pair of shoes waiting by

She shakes her head. “Seriously, H. Does Mitch really need you? Sarah’s going.”

“They’ve got a bub to look after,” Harry reminds her.

“But I’m your baby,” she pouts.

Harry laughs because he remembers her telling him “Baby” was too cheesy. Then, one night in bed, when she was close to reaching her peak, he called her “baby,” and it was over for her. She loved it, craved to hear it when he was pleasuring her.

“Well, my baby has to work, or she’d be coming with me.”

Y/N sighs because he’s right.

It’s true, he told her a few months back, but there was too much to be done that she couldn’t take a vacation, not when Harry had told her he had planned a summer vacation for them. It was the only thing keeping her going.

“Well, at least I can go to the farmer’s market.” It was popular, but the earlier she went, the less crowded. “Will need to go get some cash,” she talks aloud, already making a mental list of what to do once Harry takes off to distract herself.

Harry grabs his wallet and a few bills, slipping it into her coat’s pocket.

She reaches in after him, pulling out around what she assumed to be bills that added up to $200. “What’s this for?”

“For your fresh goods.”

“Honey,” she breathed out. “It’s too much.”

“I need to care for you, even while I’m gone.” Y/N goes to respond, but he cuts her off with a quick kiss. “Let me do this. I’m already sad I won’t be there to give you flowers.”

Y/N backs down. He bought her flowers every week. They went from daisies to daffodils. “Thank you,” is her only response.

“I’ll call you every night,” he promises, and Y/N takes him in, knowing she’s got minutes left with him. “Now, be a good girl and give me a kiss.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice.

Harry connects his lips to her in a sweet kiss. He has the power to make her forget everything. Y/N is wrapped up in his sweet taste. She’s aware that his hands trail her body before settling on his favorite spot (her ass). He slips his tongue in, giving him entrance to explore. Y/N knows she could kiss him all day, but they’ve run out of time.

Y/N pulls back breathlessly; she knows her lips are swollen. Y/N ran a finger over her lips as if she could still feel his mouth against hers.

“I’ll text you when I board,” he turns around, walking away from her, ready to drive away.

A strong feeling overwhelmed her, and she could no longer keep in those three words. “Harry!”

He turns around, sunglasses on and a pretty smile on his lips.

“I love you,” she breathes out.

Harry’s eyes widened. “Beauty, beauty!”

He hurries over with shaking hands. “What did you say?”

“I love you, Harry,” she repeats louder.

“Oh darling,” his eyes are glistening. “I want to take you back inside and show you how much I love you.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “I love you. I love you so much.”

“You’ve got a long drive ahead,” she reminds him, knowing the airport is always chaotic. She couldn’t believe she had let these words drop now that he was leaving.

“Don’t make me go,” he pleads. “Why now, baby?”

Y/N shrugs, running a hand through his curls. “It was too much to hold in with you leaving me.”

“I’m coming back, Beauty,” he promises. “Always coming back to you. Wish you’d come with me,” he pleads one more time.

Her smile gives away the same answer she’s been giving him for weeks. He knows she can’t. “Drive safe. I love you.”

Harry feels a flutter flow through him. He can’t wait to spend the rest of their lives sharing these three beautiful words. “I love you, Beauty.”

He pulls away, shaking his head. Harry hugs her tight to his chest, and she can hear the pounding in her chest. He kisses her a few more times for good measure.

“I love you,” Harry tells her one last time as he drives away. She waves him goodbye from the porch and keeps smiling until he turns the corner, and that’s when she lets her tears slip.

Y/N’s really going to miss him.

When she’s back inside, Y/N hears her phone ring. She sees it’s Harry and answers quickly, worried something has happened. “You okay, honey?”

He’s silent for a few seconds.

“Honey?”

“Say it again.”

She giggles, “I love you. Call me when you’re there.”

“One last time,” he asks.

“I love you, Harry Styles.”

“Hello, you’ve reached Harry Styles. I’m unable to get on the phone right now. Leave your name and number, and I’ll return your call when I’m available. Thank you.” His voicemail filled the quiet of her room. Y/N huffed; it was the third time she had tried calling him, and there was no answer. He promised her a date and even sent her a photo of how he added it to his schedule.

Harry had been gone now for two weeks on business. He had begged her to come, and she almost caved, but there was too much going on at work for her to take a trip. Harry understood; of course, he did. He knew how much Y/N loved her job and would never try to take her from there unless he really needed her.

Y/N throws her phone to the end of her bed, deciding to give up for now. She had prepared a small meal to share with him. She knew it was cold now and couldn’t be bothered to eat it when her appetite was gone. Since her plans are gone, she phones Sapra, who quickly answers on the first ring.

“Babes!” Sapra greets her cheerfully. “I was just thinking about you.”

“Yeah, I got bad news at work. I had a cater cancel on me, and it’s like starting all over again with the hunt for the perfect person. “So,” Y/N dragged out. “I was thinking we can go drink my sorrows.”

Sapra laughs, “Oh my sweet, Y/N.” She takes a moment to respond, but Y/N knows she’s in. “Of course, I’m in. Let me call in the boys and Dawn.”

They settle on going to a bar they know that sells delicious nachos. Dawn’s place is the middle ground, so they agree to meet there.

Time with her favorite people is precisely what she needs. Her friends get along well with Harry, and she likes including him on their outings. It’s nice to go out, have a good laugh, and go home to cuddle with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend is still out of town, so she will return to an empty apartment and a cold bed.

Y/N sent Harry a text to check-in. She hoped nothing terrible had happened but knew in her gut that if something was wrong, she would have a call from Sarah. The only update from Sarah was of her bub swaddled in a blanket Y/N made for him.

While Y/N loves dressing up tonight, she settled on jeans, a white top, and her favorite yellow cardigan, Dawn knitted. It keeps her warm and cozy while elevating her outfit. Y/N finishes slipping on her rings as she walks out the door. Y/N takes the ringer off her phone, slipping it into her bag, promising herself to have a fun night.

Bars are not Y/N’s favorite place because it’s too loud, there is always a weird smell, and mostly because it’s hard to avoid creeps. She stands by the never-going-to-the-bathroom-alone code, and as she waits for Sapra to finish washing her hands, she has to politely move away from men stumbling down the hall. Once they’re settled back in their seats, Y/N relaxes. She has a drink in her hand, vodka cranberry (her favorite), and enjoys the evening. Her brother brought a new friend today, Brandon. He’s tall, a bit pale, and has a buzzcut. Y/N recognizes he’s attractive, but his brown eyes do nothing to her. Her MO when she was in Uni was chocolate brown eyes she could drown herself in, but now she knows the truth. It’s that emerald will always be captivating to her.

Matias shares a funny story about Y/N when she was a child, making the group awe while Brandon shoots her a smirk. Y/N knows he’s flirting, but before she can tell him, she’s not interested. Isaac reminds Brandon that Y/N is a taken woman.

“Y/N’s here alone,” Brandon tries.

“Man is on a business trip.” Matias slaps a hand on Brandon’s shoulder. “Promise you, he will hear about this and be on the first flight back.”

Brandon backs up with his hands up.

Crisis Averted.

Y/N can easily defend herself, but she’s glad her brother had her back in this case. Brandon sets his eyes on Dawn, who is all too happy to give in to her flirting ways. She remembers when Dawn would barely speak a word unless spoken to, but after two vodka sodas, it’s like Dawn becomes a new person who suddenly loves to talk. It makes Y/N laugh, but always makes a point to look after her.

After two drinks, Y/N decides that’s all she wants. Everyone seems to agree. The bar gets more crowded, pushing them all together when Sapra gets a bright idea.

“You know I’ve been wanting a new tattoo,” Sapra throws out her bait.

Matias rolls his eyes, “like you weren’t posting about your last one two weeks ago.”

Sapra gasps, “So you do watch my story.”

“More like skip,” Isaac chirps in.

Y/N knows she has to intervene, or Sapra will bite their heads off. “Right, a tattoo sounds nice.”

Sapra clinks her drink with Y/N’s. “Anyways, Roxanne has become a good friend. I can call her to see if she can squeeze us all in for a tattoo.”

“I’m out,” Dawn calls out, who is four drinks in.

Brandon shrugs, “I’m game.”

Y/N looks at her brother and his husband. Isaac and Matias share a look. Y/N knows it’s going to be a no. They are never impulsive.

“We’ll supervise, you idiots,” Isaac shares.

Sapra cheers while Y/N thinks about the placement of her tattoo.

The shop was only a five-minute walk from the bar they were at. After Sapra phoned her friend who, yes, was available to tattoo three people at ten pm.

The shop is one Y/N has driven by many times. It’s small and intimate and entirely female-owned. The space is clean, and the receptionist counter has mints for customers to grab. The wall has beautiful paintings from a local artist, and Y/N knows she’d be happy to have one in her apartment (or Harry’s house).

Brandon goes first. He’s quick to explain his tattoo idea. He wants a teddy bear for his nephew, born two months ago. Theodore was his name, and he wanted to do something special as the godfather. Y/N found it sweet. She wouldn’t mind keeping Brandon in the friend group. Mainly because it seemed Dawn was smitten. Brandon had her go back with him, feigning he was feeling nervous and needed Dawn to hold his hand to make him brave; it worked like a charm.

As Brandon gets wrapped up, Sapra expresses her idea. Roxanne tells her it’s great but would prefer Sapra’s recent tattoo to heal a bit longer before going in for a new one. Sapra wants to fight it but knows when to back down.

“You got it, Roxie. But you will do it?”

Roxanne nods her head, making her lilac hair move around her. “Of course.” Roxanne looks back at the group. “That leaves one more.”

All eyes turn to Y/N. She feels like shrinking into herself but instead stands up straight and follows Roxanne to her office. Y/N hands her phone off to Dawn, who promises to keep it safe. Y/N knows there will be a lot of drunk selfies to filter through tomorrow.

Y/N has been thinking of getting a tattoo for some time now. She discussed it with Harry one time, but he always told her it was her body and would ultimately always be her choice. It wasn’t much help. That had been about two months ago, and now she knew she would be happy with it.

“I thought about this for a long time,” Y/N explains to Roxanne as she places the stencil on her ribcage.

Roxanne laughs, “midnight screams impulsive.” Y/N laughs. She’s not wrong. She’s glad to have the company with her alone; she might have walked out of the shop by now. “Ribcage is pretty brave.”

“So I’ve heard,” Y/N responds.

“Hurts a lot.”

“I can take it.” Y/N knows it will be worth it.

Sapra pops in, promising to hold Y/N’s hand if needed. Y/N wiggles her fingers, and Sapra hurries to her side. “This will be very sexy in the summer with a bikini.”

“Harry is going to die,” Dawn giggles. Y/N notices Dawn holding her phone up and knows she’s recording. Well, at least they’ll all be able to look back on this.

Y/N can admit the tattoo process wasn’t painless. It felt like constantly being strung by a bee in the same spot. The only good thing was that no bees died while she got inked. Sapra teared up as she released what Y/N got tattooed. It was a bouquet of Sapra and Y/N’s birth flower (Sapra shared the same month with Harry, but Y/N wasn’t reading into that right now). Roxanne brought Y/N’s vision to life, and it would forever be inked on her skin.

The entire thing took 45 minutes to an hour. Y/N was being told about the aftercare when Dawn felt Y/N’s phone ring. It showed a picture of Y/N and Harry sharing a kiss at sunset. She thought it was no problem picking it up and was soon greeted with Harry’s face, suddenly realizing it was a Facetime call.

“Mr. Styles!” Dawn greeted cheerfully.

“Just Harry,” he corrected with a slight laugh.

“Okay, Mr. Harry,” Dawn fell into a fit of giggles.

He didn’t bother correcting her; instead, he looked for Y/N. “Where’s Y/N?”

Dawn held up a finger, needing to pass the phone as she was still laughing. “Hold on a sec.”

The phone was then passed to Sapra. “Hi,” he waves.

Sapra gives him the cold shoulder. He has a small idea of why but knows she doesn’t need an answer. Y/N does.

“I can explain. But you don’t need to hear it,” Harry tells her.

“For once, I agree. I’ll find out either way,” she reminds him.

Harry spots Y/N in the back of the frame, slipping on her shirt. He catches a glimpse of something around her waist. He frowned but called out for her. “Beauty?”

“Hi, Harry,” Y/N answers confused. “Everything alright?”

“Mhm…do you have a moment to talk?”

Y/N is the only one in the frame, but by all the chatter Harry hears, it’s clear she’s not home. “I will be home in 30. The night was ending. Y/N scratches her neck; she sees the bags under his eyes and knows he hasn’t slept well. “Do you want to talk tomorrow? It can’t be a good time for you.”

Harry feels his heart soften because she’s always looking out for him. He knows he should sleep, but he had a shitty day(s), and he knows even a few minutes with Y/N will make him feel better. Selfishly, he wishes Y/N was home accepting his call, but he can wait for her. He’d wait a lifetime if he had to.

“I’ll call you when I’m home,” she promises.

“I love you,” Harry tells her. He never hangs up without saying it.

“I love you, Harry.”

“Is everything alright?” Sapra asks concerned.

Y/N kisses her cheek. “It will be. I got to get home.”

Matias shows her he’s ordered her an Uber. They’ll share because he would feel awful sending her home alone. Y/N knows she’s lucky to have so many people who love her.

Y/N is thankful her brother knows her well because he put Harry’s address as her drop-off location. She hadn’t stayed there a lot because it made her feel lonely. He asked her to house-sit, but he had no plants or pets to look after. Y/N’s hoping she can convince him he needs one in his life.

She waves goodnight to her brother and makes her way inside. Slipping off her shoes, she wants to call Harry once she’s ready for bed, but it’s been thirty-five minutes, and she hates making him wait. Y/N calls him, and on the second ring, he’s answering.

“Hi, beauty.”

Y/N can hear the relief in his voice. As if he was holding it together until he got her alone.

“Hi honey, I’ve got to get my makeup off, but I didn’t want to make you wait anymore.”

“Put me on video call.” He requests.

Y/N does as he asks. She sets him on the bathroom counter. He stares at her with his pretty eyes, and Y/N knows she’s grateful to have him. She knows she’s in love. The moony look in his eyes tells her everything.

Harry grins, being able to see her blushed cheeks and shimmering eyes. He knows Y/N always uses her Cosmos palette because she’s learned that the glitter makes her eyes shine in any kind of light.

“Fun night?”

Y/N rubs her cleansing balm over her face as she tells Harry about the night’s event. She told him she could hurry if he was tired, but he shook his head no. “Keep talking, Beauty. I’m with you.”

She continues to tell him about how well done her drink was, the perfect mix of alcohol and cranberry. Y/N promised to take him back another time. She spoke about Matias's friend and saw when Harry perked up at the mention of trying to chat her up.

“Will that new friend be a problem?”

She giggles, rubbing her moisturizer into her skin gently. “No. Matias gave him a talk. He got along wonderfully with Dawn, but she mentioned he’s fresh out of a breakup, so she won’t pursue anything.”

“For now.”

“We’ll see, honey.”

Y/N throws the phone on the bed as she begins to get changed. “Beauty, baby? Where’d you go?”

She crawls under the covers, picking up her phone after getting comfortable. “Had to get changed. All tucked in now.”

“No show?” Harry teases.

“Not unless you’re here to take it off me.”

Harry groans. He is aware of how little Y/N wears to bed. “I will get on a flight right now.”

“It’s only a few more days.”

They sit in silence for a few minutes. Y/N knows Harry has much to share, but she wonders what he will start with.

“Was that a tattoo?” Y/N feigned innocence. “When I first called you. Thought I saw something.”

Y/N explains the tattoo Sapra has been in her life for as long as she can remember. Tattooing something is permanent and something he reminded her of endlessly, but in that moment, she couldn’t think of a reason not to get it.

“Do you regret it now?” Harry is still looking at the photo she sent him, and he’s thinking about the pain she went through. He wished he was the one holding her hand.

“No, the pain was manageable. I love it.”

Harry grins, “I love it too.”

She knew he would.

“I love you, Harry.”

“Beauty, oh, Beauty. I’m so fucking lucky to love you. I’m sorry for today.”

“Do you want to share with me?

Harry runs a hand through his hair. Y/N notices she’s propped up against something, maybe a lamp on the nightstand, as she can see both his hands picking at the ends of a t-shirt in his hand. It’s a faded blue, and Y/N recognizes it as a shirt of hers from Uni. She had no idea he snuck that in.

He needed a piece of her with him as well.

“It was a shitty day,” he breathes out. “I was ready to pull out of this deal because they weren’t respecting our requests. They wanted to go for the cheaper cost, but how we run our business is important, and while I was ready to jump ship, Mitch talked me down. We were there all day until we came to a compromise. I felt drained when I got back to the hotel. I laid on the bed to sleep a bit, having set an alarm, but I slept through it. Called you as soon as I woke up.”

Y/N’s heart deflates, “you could have called me later. I would have understood.”

“I already disappointed you. It couldn’t wait,” Harry tells her.

“Thank you for apologizing.” Y/N watches Harry; he looks tired, but knowing him, he won’t hang up first. Y/N isn’t quite ready to let him go. He looks so good, his hair a mess, his swallow peeking under his shirt. Y/N misses the feel of his hands on her body. Misses the way he smells. Misses his hand in her hair. Y/N was lovesick. “It happens. Sure, I was disappointed, but I figured something happened. Long distance, I don’t know how people do it.”

“For love.”

“Then you’re lucky I love you.”

“The luckiest,” he agrees.

Harry tells her a story about Sarah, how she’s checked in on him, reminding him to finish all his work quickly because he’s got someone waiting at home now. He tells her a story about his sister and how she recently got a new dog. It was so small, and little Pixie fell asleep in his arms. It seemed convincing him he needed a pet would be easier than she had imagined.

As Harry tells her story after story, she feels overwhelmed with emotion. She misses him so much, but she also misses his touch. They’ve taken their relationship slowly. Y/N is not one to jump in right away because of past experiences, and Harry has taken that in stride. Y/N is waiting for him to come home so that he can love on her how they both deserve, but right now, Y/N knows just the thing to take the edge off for both of them.

“I’ve missed you. Missed how you’ve taken care of me,” Y/N breathes out.

Harry picks up on her change of tone. “Yeah, Beauty. Need me in between your legs to relax. Work keeps you busy. All you want is to be taken care of. Daddy can help with that.”

Y/N whimpers. Daddy is not something they ever discussed, but at this moment, it’s everything she needs. “I want Daddy to take care of me. Need it. Crave it.”

Harry sighs, his cock swelling when hearing his beautiful girlfriend call him Daddy. He makes a mental note to talk about it tomorrow after they both have a good night’s rest.

“Only a few more days, Baby.” Harry reminded her. “I promise to take care of you until you push me away until you can’t take it anymore.”

“What would you do to me?”

He had no idea this was where their phone call would lead, but fuck he’s ready.

Y/N bites her bottom lip as she waits to hear what he says.

“I’d lay you back on the bed, prop a pillow under your hips just how my Baby likes it. Spread your legs open, and I’ll see how wet you are waiting for me to touch you except, you know me, Beauty. I love to take my time,” he smirked when he saw her close her eyes, a deep sigh leaving her pouty lips. “I know you’re lying in my bed. Surrounded by my smell, I know you are soaked. I imagine you wearing pretty panties, maybe the yellow ones with bows on your hips.”

“What if I told you I don’t have any on?”

Harry bites back a groan. “I’d ask you to show me your pretty pussy.”

Y/N shakes her head, not one to easily give in.

“I’d kiss your pretty thighs. I love it when you smother me between them as I lick you clean. Fuck,” he looks away for a second, and Y/N can only imagine what he’s doing. “I’m fucking hard thinking about you. Thinking about tasting you. How sweet you taste, I swear I’ve never had anything sweeter, Baby.”

“D-d-daddy!” She pleads.

“I’d kiss right over your clit before licking you clean. You’re a messy girl. You can’t help it, baby, but that is why Daddy is here to help.”

“Need more.”

Harry smirked; he knew Y/N was touching herself. He swears he can see how she moves her fingers in and out of herself. She’s so slick, and he knows he’d slip right in if he was home. “Baby, I would lick you until I felt satisfied, then I’d slowly trace two fingers around you. Start by pumping one in and out until you’d beg me for another. I know you can take it. You’re always such a good girl.”

“It’s not enough,” she cries. Harry sees her hand moving, and fuck, he wants her to move the screen down, but he can’t seem to take his eyes away from her face. The desire coursing through her, and sees her trembling, uneasy breaths and knows she’s close to coming for him.

“Daddy would give you everything you asked for, anything and everything.” Harry pumps his hand over his cock. “I’d keep going, curl my fingers in deep, letting your legs trap me in between your thighs. I’d suck your clit over and over again until you scream my name.”

“Fuck!” Y/N shouts. “Harry,” she repeats as she takes herself over the edge.

“My sweet angel, you look so perfect coming for me. The sweetest sight. Wish I was there to lick your fingers clean. No need to waste something so yummy.” Y/N deflates a shy smile now on her face as what happened begins to set in.

Y/N laughs. “Did that just happen?”

“The come on my stomach is answer enough.” He teases.

Y/N groans, “fuck me, Harry.”

“Just say when.” He’s tempted to jump on a flight home, but a few more days is all he needs to wait.

The sweet look on Y/N’s face keeps him calm until he is back in her arms. Y/N is close to falling asleep; he can see how relaxed she is, and he hates having to hang up.

“I love you, honey,” she reminds him. “Hurry back, please.”

“Hold on tight, Beauty. I’ll be home soon.” He blows her a kiss. “I love you.”

Those three words lull her to sleep.

Harry was finally home. He had been gone for three weeks, but it had felt like months. He ensured all his bags were packed and drove to Y/N’s apartment.

He finds a parking space right in front. Harry excitedly makes his way upstairs. He knocks, knowing she has to be home, but after a few minutes of no answer, he realizes she’s not home. Heading outside, he checks if her car is parked but finds nothing. Instead, he calls her. She answers on the second ring.

“Hiya, honey,” she greets him cheerfully.

“Beauty, I love hearing your voice.”

“You sap.” He knows she’s flustered.

“Are you home?”

Y/N sighs on the line. “Hannah called out sick, and everyone needed me. Got a few more hours left. Are you all set to arrive tomorrow?”

Harry frowns; he had told her when he was coming in. She must have been too busy to even look at the date. Instead of correcting her, he promises to see her tomorrow. Harry tells her he loves her, waits for her to say it back, hangs up, and decides to prepare a special evening for her.

He drives to the store and picks up the essentials. Orange wine (Y/N’s favorite) decides on ingredients for a pesto pasta that Y/N and he made a few days before he left, and both loved it. Harry rushes home and is pleased to find Y/N’s slippers by the door, meaning she will return here later. It’s a sign she had told him early on that if they’re by the door, it’s the first thing she wants to slip on. If they’re in the entrance closet, then it means she’s tidied up her items for him.

Home.

He was home, and soon, Y/N would be too. While away, it was nice to reunite with his family. His mum and sister told him to visit more, which he would do in the summer with Y/N. Work was work, and while he loved it, this trip kept him away from his Beauty for too long. Harry spent the next few hours doing his laundry, quickly showering, and preparing everything for a bath. Y/N loved lying there soaking up the heat and the smell of her bath bombs.

As Harry stirred the pasta, the smell of pesto filled the room. He hums in delight as he hears the ring of the dryer where he had put Y/N’s blanket to warm to keep her nice and toasty after dinner.

The front door opens. Harry quickly turns off the stove and lets the pasta sit while he waits for Y/N to greet him. He leans the kitchen entrance, staring at Y/N as she slips off her Mary Jane’s and throws her coat on the couch.

Y/N walks by Harry, standing by the kitchen door. “Hi, honey,” she greets and walks by him. It seems she’s running on autopilot, not seeming to process he is back home. Y/N freezes in her tracks, turns around, and stares at Harry. He flashes her his dimpled smile, she had confessed it made her weak in the knees. “You’re home,” she whispers.

He nods. “I’m home.”

“You’re home,” she repeats.

Y/N runs into his waiting arms. He holds her tight, spinning her around as she presses kisses to the column of his neck. He sets her down, his heart close to beating out of his chest.

Harry squeezes her hips. Y/N is smiling up at him, and he feels like the luckiest man alive. Harry leans in, connecting their lips together. Her sweet lips welcomed him, and it was a feeling he never wanted to go without. The kiss has filled him up with so much love and longing. Harry promises to never go this long without Y/N by his side. He wasn’t made to miss her. He was made to stay by her side and love her. Y/N presses against him, making Harry stumble into the wall, but neither seems to mind being too lost in the kiss. Y/N knows she needs to breathe but finds it incredibly difficult to tear herself away. Harry does it for her but doesn’t go far. His lips brush against hers as they take in a deep breath. “I love you.”

He kisses her again.

“I love you too. So much. I love you. I’ll say it forever.”

Y/N wraps her hands around his neck, and Harry knows she wants another kiss. He happily obliges. “Missed you. Missed you so much,” he mutters against her lips.

“Don’t leave again.”

“Never again,” he promises. “Taking you wherever I go.”

They spent a few more minutes holding each other, whispering “I love you” every few seconds. Y/N’s heart is back home, and she couldn’t be happier. Harry gives her butt a few taps promising they could continue later, but he was going to set her up for a bath. Y/N pouts, “I’m supposed to take care of you. You just got home.”

He frowns in response, pinching her butt and making her jump into him. “You’re my baby. My sweet angel. I will always look after you.” Harry sees Y/N begin to melt, and he knows she’s giving in. “We’re starting with a bath, then having some pasta for dinner. Then we’ll go watch some telly in bed.”

“I love you” is her only response.

With a final kiss, Harry sends her off to get clothes in the bedroom while he prepares the bath. Y/N is happy to have Harry at home.

Y/N and Harry spent the night enjoying each other’s company. After dinner, they crawl into bed and hold each other tight. Y/N was independent, and she had been from a young age. She’d go to the movies alone, watching a new film. She’d go into the market alone for a quick snack while her brother always requested company. Y/N was comfortable with her own company. She liked who she was when she was with others but also when she was alone.

Her partnership with Harry is something that surprised her. Her family always joked that she was high maintenance and that no one could lock her down because she was a free bird. Yet, she knew he was different from the moment she met Harry. Y/N was ready to walk away from him, but there was something special in Harry that she knew giving him a second chance would not be something she regretted.

Y/N liked who she was when she was with Harry because he made her shine more than she did on her own. Harry always liked to tell her that all eyes turned to look at her when she walked into any room. Y/N didn’t believe it was accurate, but she was glad she captured his attention.

In the morning, Y/N wakes up against Harry. Not a single space between them. Y/N laughed to herself because they drifted away most of the time. Harry always ran hot and slowly pushed away the covers while Y/N hugged them closer. Although they would always be touching each other. A hand on his stomach, one wrapped in her hair, or their legs intertwined. Yet, they managed to hold each other through the entire night; clearly, they both needed it.

Y/N looked at the time and sighed. She had to prepare for work. She was tempted to call out but knew Hannah would still be out. She was careful to move away from Harry, wanting him to sleep in as much as he could when he gripped the end of her (his) shirt. “Stay,” he mumbled.

Y/N sighed and ran her hand through his messy hair. “I’ve got to go in. If I skip lunch today, I can be out by one. Hmmm, I’ll do a half day,” Y/N compromised. “How does that sound?”

“Like I’ll miss you.”

She shakes her head. “I’ll see you at one.”

“Love you, come give me a kiss goodbye.”

Y/N leans down, pressing a kiss to his hair. “I will.”

After a long kiss in bed, Y/N was on her way to work. Y/N thought of the man waiting for her at home, and she knew tonight would be special.

Y/N’s promise to be out early was a bust as they had a new contract, and Y/N knew it was the priority. With a quick call apologizing to Harry, she quickly returned to running around the office. She had to talk to planners and directions. Thankfully, her assistant Kacey, who was becoming a quick learner the more time she spent by Y/N’s side. It made Y/N’s job go a lot smoother.

“You can go home now, Kacey.” Y/N knew they should have left an hour ago, but she was swarmed with papers. She hoped Hannah was feeling better. Y/N could run this all on her own but did not want to.

“Ms. Y/N, we’ve got paperwork to send in,” the young girl responded.

Y/N waved her in. She looked over, and it was a few signatures and two emails to send off about what they could provide for the upcoming Gala at the start of Summer. “It’s a Friday night. Please go out and enjoy it.”

Kacey stares at Y/N with a pensive look, and Y/N knows the girl will not be leaving without her.

“Fine. You email Mr. Cameron, letting him know he’ll be contacted on Monday with all they have planned for him. Then, from there, they’ll decide on a meeting time. I’ll manage Mrs. Cash’s change of theme. Twenty minutes?”

“More than enough.”

In record time, Y/N signs away one contract and makes a note to have their lawyer team revise the second. The email quickly gets done, and Y/N shuts down her computer. She won’t be back in until Tuesday, having requested a long weekend, weeks back when Harry told her the date he would be returning home.

Kacey is slipping her coat on when Y/N turns to face her. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

Y/N and Kacey walk out of the office together, making small talk as they walk to their cars.

Kacey is telling Y/N about her weekend plans. “My girlfriend is taking me to see Hamilton.”

“How lovely,” Y/N loves the soundtrack. “I fear I know all the words yet have never seen the actual play,” Y/N confesses.

“I’ll let you know if it’s any good.”

They both know it will be.

Stopping in front of Y/N’s car, Kacey asks Y/N what she will do.

“Harry came back last night, simply spending time together. Opening up whatever gift he got me,” Y/N jokes but knows he has to have accumulated more than a few while away from her.

“Lovely, I’m surprised you came in,” Kacey shares honestly.

“Hannah being out was bad. We couldn’t make it two.”

“That’s true. I’ve heard stories about Mr. Styles and you,” Kacey shares timidly. “All good things,” she’s quick to add. “Everyone thinks you’re a lovely pair.”

Y/N feels her cheeks heat up. “Thank you. I’m fortunate.”

Kacey bids her goodbye. “Ms. Y/N,” Kacey calls out, making Y/N turn back to look at her assistant. “Think he’s the lucky one.”

For that alone, Y/N will make sure Kacey takes Monday off, too. No need for an assistant if the boss is out.

The drive to Harry’s house is calm for a late Friday night. The sun has set, and Y/N is ready to be in his arms again. She parks outside the garage and hurries inside. It’s a surprisingly lovely night for the end of Winter. She hangs her bag and slips on her brown teddy bear slippers, walking through the house trying to spot Harry. He knew she was coming home, the oven light on with what she assumed was their dinner. She can worry about food later. She wants a hug from her boyfriend.

Y/N spots the porch light on and approaches the French doors. She spots Harry lying on a large blanket, a few pillows thrown around him. He has a book on his chest and a mug by his head. She pictured doing this with him in the summer, but it's perfect on a nice night like tonight.

“Honey, I’m home.”

He sits up in a rush, the book falls to the grass, forgotten, and he reaches his hands out for her. “Beauty, hi.”

Y/N giggles as he pulls her to sit in his lap. His lips quick to meet hers, he kisses her as if she had been the one to be gone for three weeks and not a few hours. She moans against him as he slips his tongue in. Y/N, eager for more, pushes him back to lie on his back. Y/N breaks away to press kisses against his neck. Harry hisses as Y/N bites into his neck, but Y/N is quick to soothe it with a quick lick.

“Welcome home,” he pants.

Y/N shakes her head, giving him a final kiss before getting comfortable next to him. They look up at the sky together, and Y/N wonders if other lovers are looking up at the same sky at this very moment.

“Do you think aliens exist?” Y/N asks while she traces the constellations she sees on his chest.

“Probably. This world is too large to be just us.”

Y/N nods, “Do you think Gods exist?”

“Like Poseidon?”

“He’s one of them.”

Harry ponders this for a second, he kisses the top of her head. “I-I hmmm… I’m not sure how to answer. I don’t think I’ve ever thought much of it.”

“Eros is the son of Aphrodite, and his job is to help make love happen. Do you think he was a part of our story? Or was it simply fate?” Y/N isn’t sure what made her bring up this topic now, but she wants to know what Harry thinks. “We have all these ancient stories. We look up at constellations, and we know their stories. Many people will think of them simply as stories, but what if they were real people with real feelings, just like us.”

Y/N moves around until she’s sitting on his thighs, and he moves into a sitting position with his hands resting on her ass. “I think we all have the choice to believe. Believe that there is something beyond us looking out for us, but some believe they make their own future. I like to think all my roads led to you.”

“Cheesy,” Y/N rolls her eyes, but he can see she’s flustered.

“Whether Cupid struck me with an arrow or fate had set me on a course to you from the moment I was born, it led us here, loving each other wholeheartedly.”

“I love you, Harry Styles.” Y/N fists his shirt. “I hope to love you in every single lifetime.”

“Our love is beyond us. It’s bigger than us.”

Y/N is feeling overwhelmed. All her love was pouring out of her chest, and she could no longer express it. She did the next best thing and kissed him. Y/N feels time stop; her heart rate speeds up, but she only feels Harry. It’s as if they’re the only two people to exist. His hands tug her closer, Y/N sighs into his mouth, loving the closeness. She missed someone holding her while he was away, and now that he’s here, she no longer wants anything between them.

Y/N rocks on top of him. She moves in a steady rhythm, enjoying the feeling of having him so close.

“Beauty,” Harry moans.

“Mhm…”

“What are–”

She interrupts him. “Make love to me.” Y/N places a soft kiss on his lips.

Harry and Y/N had taken their relationship slow. They had to after the bad start because of Harry. He promised to be patient and understanding and had gone above and beyond. While they’ve given each other their fair share of orgasms, Harry is giving her much more. They never went beyond that. She could no longer wait, not when she loved and needed all of him. She felt like a part of her had gone missing with him gone for so long, but now she feels whole again.

“Make love to me,” she repeats, staring into his eyes.

“Anything you want, Beauty. I’ll give you.” Harry brushes her hair out of her face, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“Only want you.”

“You have me,” he promises.

Harry and Y/N walk into the house, kissing against every wall. Y/N laughs as he bumps her against the railing of the stairs. Harry gives her ass a nice smack. “Head on up, sweet girl.”

Y/N hurries to his bedroom while Harry gets water for both of them. When he gets to the bedroom, he finds Y/N sitting in the middle of the bed in her panties and bra. There is no mistaking what is happening tonight.

Harry stands at the edge of the bed and beckons Y/N to come closer. She does so quickly, sitting back on the heel of her feet.

“You sure about this, Y/N?” Harry checks in, needing to know where her head is at.

“Yes, Harry. I think I’ve made you wait long enough.”

Harry shakes his head. “Y/N, Beauty. Do not worry about me. I will wait forever for you. You have to know that,” he expresses. “You’re worth the wait. I would never dare push you, Beauty. Not for my own pleasure.”

Y/N wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in tight for a hug. “I love you so much. Thank you.”

Harry kisses her cheek. “I love you, baby.”

She leaned back to look at him, needing him to understand that she did want this. She wants everything with him. “Make love to me, Harry. Show me how good you can take care of me.”

Harry runs his hands up and down her arms. He sees goosebumps all over her body as he places light kisses up her neck. His hand caressed her shoulders while the kisses spread to her jaw, the anticipation eating her alive.

He kissed all the way up to her lips. As their lips met, she felt electricity shoot through her; his soft tongue parted her mouth and met hers. His hands now found home on her lower back, and he pulled her tight against his chest. The kiss deepened, and Harry began to lay her back. Y/N quickly accommodated, landing on the pillows and pulling Harry to land on top of her.

Harry’s hand reached her hip, caressing down her thigh. Y/N trembled, feeling his touch. She placed her hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. It’s beating fast, a nice reminder that she’s not the only one nervous. Their lips separated, and he looked into her eyes. Staring back at him, she nodded for him to continue.

Y/N had helped by removing most of her clothes, but she left her bra and panties for Harry. He traced a finger lightly over the top of her breast. Y/N pushed her chest out, begging for more, but he continued to take his time. Y/N pushed him to sit up, and she followed shortly after. She grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt, and he lifted it over his arms and head. She peeled it from his body and threw it onto the bedroom floor. Harry reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Y/N let the straps fall from her shoulders, the bra falling onto the bed, long forgotten. Y/N felt her face flush as she bared herself to him. She grinned as he took her in.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

“Stop it.”

Harry laughs, beckoning her over with a finger. “Come here.”

They’re both kneeling on the bed, his hands on her hips. She puts her arms around his neck, and their chests pressed against one another. Her hands found their way to his shorts, but she made no move to take them off; instead, she stared down at his bulge. She wanted a taste, as always, but he laid her down before she could move down. Her nipples were hard, calling for his attention. He took one in his mouth and sucked gently, then took a slight nibble. Y/N gasped, her hand falling on his shoulder, her nails putting pressure as he moved to do the same to the other one. Y/N’s moans filled the room as Harry focused on her breast; his hand moved down to rub her through her panties.

“Harry, please,” she begged.

He smirked, grabbing the elastic running around her waist. Y/N lifted her hips as he slid the panties off. He threw them on the floor and took in Y/N’s beautiful body. He wanted to kiss her everywhere, but one place was calling his name.

Harry gives Y/N a deep kiss on her lips and moves down her body. A kiss between her breasts, a trail of kisses down her stomach, a gentle kiss on her tattoo, down to her hips. He took a nip off her thighs before slowly beginning to lick Y/N’s pussy. He started slowly, letting Y/N get used to his tongue as he cleaned her up. Y/N’s moan got louder the more he kissed and sucked her juices.

“Fuck, Harry. Please,” she pleaded. “I need more.”

He knew exactly what she needed. Harry slipped a finger inside, moving it in and out as she got accustomed quickly, asking for a second. He was quick to comply, feeling her tense around him. To help her reach her orgasm, he sucked on her clit and curled his fingers, moving them in and out.

Y/N moaned, her thighs tensing around Harry as she came around his fingers. He places gentle kisses on her hips as Y/N comes down from her high. Y/N laughs, running a hand through his curls. “You’re amazing.”

He grins, slowly pulling his fingers out of her. He licks them clean while Y/N watches. Once he’s done, Y/N pulls him in for a kiss, not caring about the taste, simply needing him.

She reaches out for him, “your turn.”

Harry sighs, “Not tonight, baby.”

Y/N pouts. “Please?”

“Promise I’m more than ready. I need to feel you. I want to be close to you.”

Y/N couldn’t say no to that.

Harry discards his shorts and pumps himself spreading his precum over his cock. Y/N moans at the sight in front of her. Harry has always been beautiful, but he looked eternal right now. She can see how thick he is and can’t wait to make love to him. Y/N knows she’s ready for him. He rolled toward the nightstand and reached into the drawer. He pulled out a condom, but Y/N went to stop him before he could open it.

“I’m clean,” she breathed out.

“Y/N,” he starts, but she interrupts him.

“I want it. I’m on birth control. If you want the condom, we can, but this is what I want.” Y/N expressed. “What you want matters too.”

Harry was clean, he had his check-ups, and he was good. There was something so comforting about having the choice together, but his answer was clear: he wanted to feel all of her with nothing in between.

He tossed the condom away. “I’m clean, Beauty. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Y/N laid back down, and Harry positioned himself between her legs. After a silent conversation to check she was okay, he slowly slid inside. He pushed through, and Y/N let out a deep moan. He lowered his body onto hers and held her. He slowly pushed in until the rest of his cock was inside. He stilled, letting Y/N get used to the fullness. Y/N was wet, making it easy for him to pull out and slide back in, but he went in small steps to not overwhelm Y/N.

“I’m ready. Give me more.”

With the okay, he began to thrust in and out, her moans getting louder and longer. It felt so good being this close. Y/N was overwhelmed, but this was everything she wanted. She began to lift her hips into his thrusts, ramming her clit into the hilt of his cock. They rocked together, on and, for what felt like hours.

“Fuck, baby. You were made for me,” he groaned. “My perfect angel.”

Rocking against his every thrust, she ran her nails down his back as he moved faster. She was close to coming. Y/N told him she needed more, just a bit more; he knew exactly what to do as he rubbed his thumb over her clit. She could not contain the shouts and moans as her orgasm rushed through her.

Y/N screamed his name over and over as the feeling of pleasure rushed through her. As Y/N was coming down from the high, she could feel how hard Harry was still and knew they weren’t done. Not that she wanted to be.

She sat up with his help, grabbed his shoulders, and guided him down onto his back. Y/N climbed onto him and straddled his cock. She reached down and guided his cock into her pussy. He slipped in slowly as Y/N took him all in again. She rocked her hips back and forth once she settled on top of him. His hands reached up to rest on her hips. Y/N’s moans urged him to keep going.

“So pretty, rocking on my fucking cock.”

“Harry,” she cried.

Her moans were perfect. Everything he wished for and more.

“Fucking perfect. This cock is all yours. Yours to fuck.”

Harry was filthy in bed, everything she fucking wanted. Yes, it started sweet and romantic, his touches were still gentle and filled with love, but he was fucking her and loving her. Y/N let Harry rock her up and down, allowing him to use her body for his release. Y/N knew no matter what he did, she was going to come with him. Harry helped Y/N lift herself up and down on his cock. Y/N’s eyes were closed, and she moaned softly each time she rocked all the way back.

“So close, baby. So fucking close to coming in you.”

“Fill me up,” she breathed.

Harry felt himself tightening. He couldn’t hold on much longer. He was going to come in Y/N; he was going to fill her up. Y/N kissed him. It was hot, their tongues fighting for dominance, he easily let her win as his hands tangled in her hair, and he fucked into her pushing her to her final orgasm of the night. Harry groaned against her mouth as he let himself go against her walls. Y/N sighed against him as her orgasm ran through her like a wave. She felt light and in love. Y/N had made him wait to be ready, but she knew it was worth it.

He valued her as a person. Her opinions meant something to him. Y/N knew he loved her for who she was as a person, not only her looks.

Y/N parted their lips but didn’t move away. “I love you, Harry. You’re fucking beautiful.”

Harry laughed against her, his cheeks flushed at her gentle words. He squeezed her tight to his chest, kissing her wherever he could: her cheek, neck, shoulder, and lips. “I love love you.”

They held each other, letting warmth wash over them, whispering “I love you” and sweet promises of the future together. It’s everything they wanted and more.

After Harry helped her clean up and took a steaming hot shower together, they settled under the covers, ready to call it a night. Harry had put the TV on, knowing Y/N liked having background noise to fall asleep to, but she wasn’t sleeping. She was content to watch time go by. Harry traced shapes on her bare stomach while she tried to bite back a giggle, though one escaped every few minutes. Her nipples were hard, and if Harry kept going, he would be getting her ready for another round.

“Are you ready for the Gala season?” Y/N asked. “We’ve got the last weeks of winter before you have to share my time.”

“Not going to happen,” he kissed her bare shoulder. “Speaking off, you’ve got dresses arriving from Paris in a few weeks. Called in a few favors, your favorite designers only. A special piece from Daniel Roseberry. I know Schiaparelli is your favorite.”

“What am I going to do with you?” Y/N teased, knowing it was no use fighting against him. It was one of the ways he showed he loved her. There was no stopping him. Plus, this would be something she treasured. She’d look after these dresses, hoping one day to pass them down to the generations in her family.

“Love me?” Harry smiled.

Loving him is the easiest thing she will ever do in life.

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just4jinx · 3 months ago

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(wlw, smut 18+)

warnings: dom!arle, sub!reader, praise, degradation, fingering, shoe riding, hints of bdsm + pet play, power imbalance, pet names, slight eating out, marking, quickie with a hottie type vibes.

word count: 2.3k

summary: you were hired by arlecchino as a maid at the house, but some of your duties weren’t exactly standard for your role.

notes: i did try to proof read this but ended up drinking wine before i even finished writing so if theres any mistakes i apologise! <3

you kept your attention on the surface you were cleaning, spray in one hand while a cloth was gripped in the other, softly humming the first song that popped into your mind. it’s normal for you to be left alone on the job, but it felt especially lonely this week with your boss arlecchino away for various business meetings. despite her presence making you nervous, you couldnt help but miss the way her eyes would burn into your skin as she observed the way you thoroughly cleaned around the house, desperately doing the best you could to show her you were capable of doing a good job for her. just a small part of you hoped for some praise, though not many words seem to fall past arlecchino’s lips when it comes to anyone who resides here.

she was due to come back any day now, but it wasn’t your business to know such information. you tirelessly cleaned from hour to hour, mopping floors and polishing desks alongside what felt like a long list of tasks you almost regretted signing up for half the time. though, the job paid well, and that was enough to motivate you.

while dusting and polishing some shelves, the sound of expensive high heels echoed through the hallway outside the room. it took you several moments to remember whose shoes they belonged to, your eyes widening as you frantically brushed down your maid dress to make sure you looked presentable. a spine chilling draft followed arlecchino as she swung open her office door, stepping through before letting it slowly fall shut behind her, not even giving you a slither of a glance. you weren’t even sure she saw you standing there.

arlecchino parted her lips to deeply exhale, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger as if to try and relax herself. a large pile of papers slammed down onto the side of her dark oak desk and she took a seat by it, looking completely deep in thought. you naturally paused, the silence in her office so deafening you felt like breathing would be too loud. your gaze fixated on her, noticing the black and deep red suit she was wearing. moments passed and arlecchino glanced up through her lashes, settling on your maid dress before trailing up to your face. her expression immediately changed, leaning back in her chair after crossing her arms over her chest. it was beyond embarrassing you had to wear such an outfit for this job, but deep down you knew it was entirely for this womans enjoyment and who were you to protest against it?

“did you forget entering this room is forbidden? i thought i taught you better than this.” arlecchino’s tone was cold and sharp. she placed one leg over the other, her head tilting a few degrees to the right as she shot you an almost cocky smile.

you weren’t supposed to be in here by any means, but the door was unlocked so you foolishly let yourself in, more curious about what items were in here than what you could clean. you turned on your heel and suddenly faced your back to her, pretending to wipe your finger across the shelf to check for dust despite already having cleaned it spotlessly. no excuse came to mind quick enough before your boss spoke up again, this time her voice softer.

“i’ll let you off. it’s my fault after all for being so careless with the lock.” her words were followed by yet another sigh, the sound of her fidgeting with pens and papers on the desk caused you to relax.

after picking up some supplies from the wooden floor you got back to work, careful not to miss a single spec of dust on anything you tried to clean in the office. naturally, you zoned out, working entirely on aeroplane mode, until arlecchino’s voice made you come back to reality.

“i’d say i made a good choice picking out such an outfit for you. you definitely pull it off better than the last maids i hired.” her tone was full of authority and confidence. “although, it wasn’t like they lasted long enough for me to enjoy the sight of it how i’d like.”

slightly confused, you turned your head to the left to look at her, but her eyes were practically glued to her paperwork.

“i think you did a good job, too, ma’am.” sucking up to her wasn’t something you have ever been proud of, but there was just something about her that captivated you. you constantly feel like you have to work for her attention, and you rarely get it but still, you try.

arlecchino hummed in response, clearly amused but also a little shocked by your agreement.

“such a pretty little thing, hm?”

your cheeks immediately burned with blush, turning to a deep pink shade enough to show through your makeup. a shy “thank you” was all you could get out before arlecchino’s chuckle echoed around her office. she absolutely loved to toy with you.

“so sweet, too.”

you chose to ignore her words, making your way to the other side of the room, your mary jane shoes hitting against the floorboards with every step. after wiping several surfaces you heard arlecchino click her fingers in your direction and you responded immediately by turning to face her with your hands neatly by your sides. she decided to stay silent for a few more moments which only made you more nervous, gesturing you to walk to her with a simple ‘come here’ motion with her long slender fingers. you obliged with zero hesitation, placing your supplies back on the floor and approaching her with a sweet smile.

you stood motionless to her left and she swivelled in her chair to face you. the silence was yet again uncomfortable, and you could practically see arlecchino sizing up both you and the situation, she loudly cleared her throat as she pointed to the floor by her feet, raising a single eyebrow as she watched you like a hawk. your expression showed pure confusion but you did what you thought your boss wanted, getting down on your knees and sitting on top of your heels.

arlecchino’s dominant hand reached down to tightly grip your chin and move your head up to face her, a cocky grin plastered on her face.

“you’re like a little house pet. my own personal puppy.” the older woman cooed, examining every feature she possible could, from your nose to your lips to your eyes once more. "obedient puppy girl. i like it."

arlecchino could see the redness of your cheeks growing darker with each word that escaped her soft lips, uncrossing her legs so she could be more comfortable. without much warning she let go of your face, leaving a red mark from her tight grip before slowly slipping one foot under your maid dress. she admired the way it sat so pretty over your lap, flicking the frills up from time to time as if she was playing with her food. her lack of words felt scary, but your mind was so empty you chose to match her silence, the only thing either of you could hear were each others quiet breaths.

she soon slid her foot further underneath, the top of her dark high heel shoes pressing up against your core making you gasp softly.

"arle.. ma'am, i don't think-" your words were cut short when arlecchino began slowly moving her foot against you. you noticed her devilish gaze on your body, taking in the way the maid dress hugged your figure perfectly to her delight. a low moan left you, leaning forward with your hands on the floor to properly sustain yourself.

your boss continued her pace, her expression unchangeable, attentively watching you give in and begin grinding yourself against her shoe. while red with sheer embarrassment, a significantly louder whine escaped you, being met with another cocky laugh from arlecchino.

your clit began throbbing more with every second, biting down on your bottom lip to help suppress any noise as you quickened your movements.

"look at you.." arlecchino began, her voice laced with fake sympathy, "so pathetic getting off on my shoe. it's ironic you're making such a mess for me. such a dumb little pet, i should collar you, hm?"

her words made your entire body shudder, trying to desperately chase an orgasm until the older woman pulled her foot away and ordered you to get up off your knees which were red sore from the wooden floor. she pushed the papers on her desk aside without a single care after standing up from her seat. she practically pulled at your arm to position you between her and her desk, her grip so tight her fingernails left crescent marks in your soft skin, but you didn't mind.

she wasted no time connecting her lips to your jawline, peppering wet kisses all along it before moving to your neck. she ran her tongue along your skin before sucking at it with the intent of leaving a mark, which it most definitely did. she continued several times, making sure to cover your neck and collarbones that only just poked out from your maid dress. her hands moved to your hips with urgency, tightly holding onto you and forcing your body closer to hers as if she was intoxicated with your scent and couldn't get enough.

her breath was hot against your ear as she spoke to you as low as a whisper. "i wonder if you taste as good as you look, doll."

with that she pushed you back onto her desk more gentle than you expected, lifting up your dress to reveal your soaked panties that quickly got thrown to the floor. your slick-covered core glistened in the office light making arlecchino take her two fingers to catch your juices by your entrance. you naturally lifted your thighs and parted them for the other woman, rewarding you with sweet praise.

"good girl. so eager and ready for me." you whined at her words as you begged internally for her to touch you, your wishes being met when she enveloped your clit with her soft lips. she sucked lightly while looking up at you through her long dark lashes, focusing entirely on your expressions. various moans left your mouth, arlecchino humming with delight against your sensitive bundle of nerves making the pleasure feel more intense immediately.

she carefully slid a finger in, testing the waters before adding a second, knowing you could easily take it. the older woman began pumping in and out of you as you arched your back up against her desk, knocking items every time you moved but neither of you cared.

"i was right, you taste so good, baby." arlecchino's voice practically vibrated against your core, your pornographic moans filling the room. anyone that happened to walk by would easily hear you.

she started peppering light kisses to your swollen clit simply to tease you as she worked her fingers inside you, hissing when she felt your walls clench around her letting her know you were already close.

"dirty girl, can barely hold it together for me... tsk tsk." her voice was full of fake disappointment, her fingers moving quicker now while her eyes fixated on you. the sight of you coming undone in front of her was enough to make her quietly groan, and she couldn't get over how stunning you looked. "cum on my fingers, love. i got you, that's it. good girl."

arlecchino's thumb traced circles against your sensitive clit, her free hand lifting up to grip your inner thigh. her long nails dug into your skin like before on your arms. one of your hands trailed up your body to cover your face while the other gripped the edge of the wooden desk, your knuckles turning white from the pressure.

you immediately tensed up and let out the most obscene moans possible, cumming onto her fingers with such intensity it had you seeing stars. your orgasm shuddered through your entire body, arlecchino eventually slowing down her pace to help you ride out your high. the older woman slowly removed her two fingers from inside of you and brought them up to her lips, sucking them clean followed by a light hum. to your surprise she pressed a light kiss on your overly sensitive clit causing your entire body to twitch under her, a devilish laugh escaping her lips as she stood up straight. you were both greeted by a hard knock at arlecchino's office door and your boss sighed as she pulled down your dress to cover you and helped you back up onto your feet. after gesturing towards your panties sitting on the floor to be cleaned up, arlecchino spoke up for only you to hear.

"you're lucky other people don't just walk in here like you do." she teased, tilting her head to one side while caressing your cheek with a softness you haven't felt from her before. the way her eyes met yours made you melt, and the look in them spoke volumes. you could barely process what just happened and your mind still felt foggy.

after what felt like minutes lost in arlecchino's crimson eyes, you bent down to slip your panties back on and adjust your clothing, suddenly realising whoever was at the door most definitely heard you moments before. you carefully picked up your supplies and opened the door, keeping your head down as you rushed out into the hallway, the sound of the other person rambling about a business meeting eventually becoming just a distant noise. all you could think about was the next time arlecchino would call you into her office.

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chukys-mouthguard · 4 months ago

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why not both

5.4K words

genre: smut

warnings: minors DNI, 18+ content; threesome, dirty talk

featuring: jamie drysdale x female reader x cam york

summary: when two men are fighting over who gets to sleep with you, why not choose both?

note: the reader and Cam often call Jamie “jim” or “jimmy” in this as a nickname. Also, this is my first ever attempt at writing a threesome, these 2 men just really needed to be written together in my opinion 🥵 I’m not super proud of this but hopefully y’all like it 🫶🏼

Giving yourself a once over pulling at the hem of your skirt, you questioned if it was too short. Knowing the boys you were hanging around they’d surely love if it was, so you opted to ask Jamie, the least likely to undress you with his eyes and give you his honest opinion.

“Jamieee!”

Soon enough the jet black haired boy appeared in the doorway of your bathroom, his outfit making you chuckle.

“I swear to god you and Cam really said what’s the most generic outfit to wear for a country music festival…anyways, thoughts?”

Hands on your hips you did a spin, giving him the opportunity to take in your outfit. A black mini skirt and black cowboy boots, paired with a white tank top that read j’adore cowboys and a black cowboy hat to top it off. Jamie’s jaw slightly parted as he looked you up and down.

“I feel like I reallyyy dropped the ball now seeing you.”

He flashed you a shy smile as you took his words as a sign that you looked good. Tipping your cowboy hat to him as you walked past, stealing his High Noon in the process as you tossed back the remnants that were in the can.

“Thanks Jimmy!”

The sounds of Morgan Wallen blasting from the kitchen of the airbnb as you walked in to find Cam pouring shots for you all.

“Where the hell is everyone?”

Noticing the house was empty you checked the time, assuming you were running late as you usually did. However today you managed to be almost 30 minutes early, a new record for you.

“They are on their way and-holy shit, someone is trying to get all the cowboys hot and bothered today huh?”

Cam flashed you a cocky smirk as he handed you a shot, leaning against the counter while he took in your outfit. Playing with the silver sparkly chain that laid over the skin of your exposed stomach.

“Don’t you know that necklaces are meant for your neck?”

Cam leaning in towards you, grinning from ear to ear before you’d mirrored him, your faces inches from one another.

“Don’t you know that I don’t give a fuck?”

Raising your eyebrows you tossed back your shot, giving him a wink before Jamie joined the two of you asking for his own.

The dynamic between the two boys was one you’d never fully understood, but it made sense. Cam was outspoken, a cocky fuck to put it plainly, who would tell you exactly what he wanted to say, whether it was something you wanted to hear or not. The energy between the two of you was always one of trying to one up each other, your competitive sides always on display. But Jamie, he was the total opposite. Soft spoken, mindful of anything and everything that came out of his mouth. He was the one you went to for advice, the late night talks where you’re up until 3am eventually forgetting the point of the conversation.

Though bringing the two of them together always guaranteed a good time. Hot guys, alcohol, and a music festival, a girl was living the dream.

Once the rest of your group had arrived, it was time to head out. The girls of course needing to take tons of pictures before leaving, making the boys roll their eyes but giving them the opportunity to toss back a few more shots.

“Why’d she call you to her room earlier Jim?”

Cam shot Jamie a playful smirk as the boys trailed behind the girls on the long path to the entrance gates, to which he shook his head with a laugh.

“No way dude, don’t even go there. She asked me what I thought of her outfit.”

Rolling his eyes Cam threw an arm over Jamie’s shoulder. His voice now just above a whisper as he didn’t want the group to overhear.

“You’re telling me that outfit she has on isn’t driving you crazy? Cause shit, she is driving me crazy right now in that mini skirt.”

“Keep it in your pants dude!”

Jamie shoved Cam from his side with a laugh, trying to ignore his friend's comments. Cam just putting his hands up with a shrug. “Listen Jim, if you won’t finally make a move, I just might.”

Jamie had hid his feelings for you since the day you’d met. He had never seen a girl so beautiful, but he wasn’t the type to be forward and blunt about how he felt. Unlike Cam who made it known that he thought you were hot and would do anything for a chance with you. Jamie had told Cam in confidence one night how he felt, at the time not knowing that Cam felt the same way. And since then it had been their secret, one that almost brought out the competitiveness between them whenever the three of you got together.

Several hours into the festival, having been spent in the direct sunlight, it was safe to say you were in need of water and food. Thanking yourself for picking an outfit that didn’t have much fabric so you were somewhat cooler than those who had multiple layers. The boys benefited from the fact that they could simply take their shirts off, while you could only put your hair up in hopes of it cooling you down.

“If I don’t get french fries in my mouth in the next five minutes, I might actually die.”

You groaned as you sat on the grass, fanning yourself with you hat as your friend group followed suit. All of you trying to rest before you headed off to the next artist’s stage.

“Someone ask for some french fries?”

Jamie smiled as he sat down next to you, handing you a basket of fries, seeing the look on your face as you practically scarfed them down in seconds.

“I could kiss you right now Jamie oh my god!”

The phrase making his eyes go wide, despite knowing that there was likely no intention behind it. Though he couldn’t help but think back to Cam’s words from earlier. Hoping that maybe today, in a moment of drunken false confidence, he’d work up the courage to finally make a move.

“Oh my god!”

Jamie was shook from his thoughts as he looked at you, concerned that something was wrong.

“What!?”

“You even remembered I love ranch with my fries? God I love you Jamie!”

He softly smiled as he was happy to know he’d made your day remembering such a minor detail about you. The two of you sitting in silence as you refueled yourselves before heading off to the next spot.

“I really do like your outfit today by the way. Sorry I got a little tongue tied when you asked me this morning.”

You watched Jamie slightly blush as he spoke, his eyes not connecting with yours as he seemed almost nervous about his words. A smile on your face as you continue munching on your fries.

“Tongue tied? Because of?”

“How hot you looked, obviously.”

The words catching you off guard coming from Jamie, sure he’d complimented you before but never so bluntly. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe the heat was getting to him. But it was a side of him you liked. Having spent so much time with Cam you thought for sure he would’ve gained some of Cam’s confidence, his boldness. But he’d remained the kind and gentlemanly man he’d been since the day you met, which you appreciated in contrast to Cam. Though sometimes you wanted to see that cockier side of Jamie, and see him be more outspoken. Not let Cam run the show or call the shots so much.

“You think I look hot?”

“Oh absolutely, you alwa-“

“Don’t mind if it do!”

Cam interrupted Jamie’s words as he pushed between the two of you, stealing a few fries from your basket before he tipped his hat to you and blew you a kiss.

“Thank you little lady.”

You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head before you looked back at Jamie who was awkwardly laughing off the situation. Almost thankful Cam interrupted so he didn’t end up saying what he planned.

You tucked some hair behind your ear as he offered to help you stand up, taking your empty fry basket and tossing it in the trash as your group was ready to start walking again.

“Jamie, you were saying something? Before we were rudely interrupted!”

Making the gesture as if you were going to kick Cam in the butt as you empathized your words, causing Jamie to laugh.

“Just that, you always look hot to me.”

He flashed you a wink before one of the guys had called him away for something, lucky for you as a blush was quickly creeping over your cheeks. Hopefully disguised as you just being flush from the heat so no one would think much of it.

As your group made your way to the final stage of the night, you all had grown eager for the final performer. It was the main reason you’d come to the festival, and you all were ready to sing until your voices gave out.

Onlookers probably thought your group was annoying, the way you all belted out the lyrics, dancing around with one another. But none of you cared, enjoying every second of the night you all had been looking forward to all summer.

As you danced around, you noticed Jamie standing and talking with Trevor, drinks in hand like two awkward freshman at their first college party. Making your way over to them, you grabbed Jamie’s hand, attempting to bring him out of his shell a bit.

“Jamie don’t make me dance alone, come onnn!”

He smiled down at you as you took his hands in yours, laughing as you belted out the words along with the crowd. But despite being as drunk as he was, he wasn’t giving you much to work with. Simply rocking back and forth as he watched you. A smile on his face as he’d wondered if this was his chance, to make his move like Cam had teased him about.

But as the song came to an end, you’d let go of his hands and clapped along with the crowd. Looking on in anticipation as you all tried to predict the next song, Jamie immediately missing the feel of your hands in his as he rejoined Trevor at the back of the group.

The second the slower strums of the guitar started, you threw your hands to your hat in shock, searching the area for Cam as you knew his reaction would be similar. This song had been your favorite from the album, and you’d each had it on repeat for weeks leading up to tonight.

He’d found you from across the group, the two of you immediately belting out the words as he wrapped his arms around you, swaying you to the music before he’d switched to slow dancing.

Jamie watched as you threw your head back laughing, the way Cam’s hands were resting at your waist, beating himself up for being too concerned about what people thought to dance with you how you’d wanted. He couldn’t blame Cam for the way he acted around you, Cam wasn’t afraid to show you how he felt towards you. And you seemed to appreciate the boldness of him. And while Jamie felt he expressed his feelings in other ways, he was starting to think that it wasn’t good enough.

After several hours in the sun and far too much alcohol, you all were ready to head home. The house was only a short walk once outside the fairgrounds, but your feet were killing you in your boots and you were sure they would be covered in blisters. Every step hurt worse than the last, and you were ready to take your boots off and leave them behind.

“Ouch, fuck.”

Jamie noticed you wincing as you walked, and in true Jamie fashion he’d thought up an idea. Stopping you in your tracks, he’d positioned himself in front of you, slightly bending down before instructing you to jump.

Normally you’d question him whether or not he was sober enough to carry you, but with the alcohol flowing through your system and the pain in your feet, you gladly accepted. Wrapping your arms around his neck, his arms around your thighs, the two of you were the closest you’d ever been. Your cheek practically touching his as he carried you with ease down the trail.

His eyes occasionally catching yours before you’d look away embarrassed. Luckily the amount of alcohol in your system and a slight sunburn was hiding any blush that had appeared on your cheeks.

“You good?”

Jamie smirked at you as his eyes traveled from yours to your lips, then back. Something in them was different, and you felt almost nervous to be so close to him. Taking the time to appreciate how good he smelled, the way his face lit up when he looked at you. Sure you’d always thought Jamie was attractive, but you’d never thought about him in that way. But feeling his biceps flex as he carried you with ease, his hands gripping your thighs just beneath your ass, you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol getting you warm or something else.

“Giddy up cowboy!”

The sting of Cam slapping your ass quickly pulled you out of the moment with Jamie as you playfully yelped. A hand leaving Jamie’s neck to grab at your ass, rubbing the sore spot before you cursed Cam.

“Don’t have it on display if you don’t want me touching it, little lady.”

He playfully tipped his hat at you, flashing a wink before he ran to catch up with some of the guys.

“He’s such a perv.”

You laughed as your arm returned to wrap around Jamie’s neck. Noticing how Jamie’s expression had turned a bit annoyed, not used to seeing him that way.

“Jamie, what’s wrong?”

He shook his head, trying to laugh it off and pretend like it was nothing. Embarrassed that he was even getting jealous over Cam’s interactions with you.

“Nothing, it’s, it’s nothing.”

You glared at him as he kept his eyes forward, knowing him all too well to believe that it was simply nothing. He could feel your eyes practically burning a hole in his cheek, finally letting out a sigh as he gave in.

“I mean, it’s not like it’s anything you don’t already know. It’s silly that I’m even bothered by Cam wanting to fuck you so bad.”

You practically choked on your own saliva hearing the words pour from Jamie’s mouth. Sure you knew that Cam flirted with you, hell he flirted with every girl that crossed his path. But either you don’t know him well enough, or you’re just oblivious to him wanting to sleep with you.

“Um, actually I didn’t know that…but why does that bother you?”

Jamie knew he could risk jeopardizing his friendship with you, but Cam was right. He needed to finally man up and make a move or he’d never have the chance.

“Because I obviously like you too. You can’t tell me you’ve never noticed it? I mean I don’t run around slapping your ass and drooling over you in front of your face. But, Cam and I feel the same way. We have for, well forever.”

“So you want to fuck me too?”

Jamie bit his tongue, unsure if he should open up a can of worms with his response. He knew the second he’d admitted how he felt, there was no turning back.

“You fucking told her?”

Cam’s voice was barely above a whisper as he scolded Jamie, shocked to know he’d finally grew a pair and told you how he felt. But not without dragging Cam into the mix along with him.

“Well, you told me to make a move, but then you were busy making a move and I got jealous and she noticed and it just slipped out!”

The two of them whisper bickering back and forth, trying not to make too much noise for you to overhear as you’d gone to take your hat and boots up to your room.

“It slipped out for you to tell our best friend that we both want to fuck her? Jimmy I swear to god I could kill you!”

Walking into the kitchen you couldn’t help but notice the two boys awkwardly stopping their conversation. Both of them smiling at you as if to cover up something.

“Um, hi?”

“Hey, how uh, are your feet feeling?”

Jamie tried his best to break up the awkwardness, Cam slightly laughing at his choice of a convention starter as he walked over to the island to crack open a drink.

“What is going on with you two?”

Leaning on the counter as you snacked on some chips, holding a hand out for Cam to pass you his drink so you could steal a sip. His eyes darting from Jamie to you as he handed it over, a smirk on his lips as he chuckled.

“Look, I know Jamie let the cat out of the bag. So, we just want to know, who would you pick?”

Leaning against the counter as he took his drink back from you, Cam couldn’t help but smile. Crossing his arms over his chest as he awaited your response. Jamie’s eyes wide as he had no part in the questioning, easily you knew this was Cam’s idea.

“I’m sorry?”

Playing dumb you countered the question as you walked over to Cam, jumping up to sit on the counter as he shook his head. He could see right through you, knowing that you knew exactly where he was going with this conversation. But you figured you’d have a little fun with the two of them, make things more interesting.

Cam looked to Jamie, seeing that he wasn’t going to be the one to push the conversation forward, per usual he’d have to be the one to take the lead.

“I said, which one of us would you pick to fuck you?”

Cam’s hands were now on either side of your thighs, his lips inches from yours as he studied your response, seeing how you’d slightly tensed up as he got closer. Your breath hitching in your throat at his forwardness.

“I have to pick?”

A playful tone in your voice as you raised an eyebrow at him, watching as he leaned back against the counter behind him to join Jamie. The two boys in front of you impatiently waiting for a response. Cam assuredly thinking the answer would be him simply on account of his boldness. While Jamie was hoping it was him to knock Cam off his high horse, wanting this competition between the two of them to finally be over with.

“Can I pick both?”

Both of their eyes going wide at your response as they were sure you were joking, earning a slight laugh from you. The idea certainly not one you’d had prior to this very moment, but who could blame you?

Cam had always struck you as the type of guy you’d normally go for. Outspoken, a little bit of an asshole, knows he’s hot and will be sure to remind you of it. But could back it up with his body and his ability to make you blush with every flirtatious comment that came off his lips.

Jamie on the other hand, was more reserved and lacked the surplus of confidence Cam possessed. He’d compliment you, but never too boldly. Always a gentleman and respectful, though you often wondered what he might be hiding should you ever get past his shy demeanor. Like Cam, his body was one you’d occasionally get caught staring at, the both of them strict about their gym routines and it showed.

Still in their cutoff flannels from the festival your eyes landed on their biceps, then traveling to their chests that were peeking out due to one too many buttons being undone. Which you definitely appreciated, having to squeeze your thighs together to help with the building pressure you’d started to feel as you thought about the idea of the two of them finally getting their hands on you after wanting the opportunity for so long.

Cam took notice of you pressing your thighs together, a smirk on his lips as he looked at Jamie, who was clearly hot and bothered himself over the idea as he awkwardly adjusted his stance as if to hide a growing problem in his shorts.

“Well, what do you say Jimmy, should we give the little lady what she wants?”

He waited for a moment, to get some type of response from Jamie, but he clearly was unsure of the idea. Like a deer in headlights as he watched Cam close the distance between the two of you. His lips immediately on yours, sloppy as he’d clearly been aching to have this moment. As predicted, Cam fought you for dominance. His tongue pushing past your lips as his hands gripped your face, a slight moan escaping you as you gripped his ginger curls.

Cam playfully bit your lip before his trailing kisses down to your neck. First sucking, then biting, and finally trailing his tongue over the red marks to soothe the skin.

“Fuck Cam”

He smirked against your skin hearing his name pour from your lips, urging him to continue. As your eyes slowly fluttered open, you found Jamie trying to ease the discomfort in his shorts. Embarrassed when he locked eyes with you, unsure of what to do. Sensing his hesitation to jump in, clearly by Cam taking charge of the situation, you reached a hand out to him. Pulling him towards you by his shirt as his hands softly rested on your thighs.

“Oh come on Jamie, you said you wanted to fuck me right?”

Your tone playful as you teased him, pulling him by the chin to your lips. Fingers tangled in his black locks as his hand moved to your waist, lightly digging into your skin as he finally seemed to relax.

“Atta boy Jimmy, don’t be shy. She wants it just as bad as you do.”

The kiss intensified as Jamie became more comfortable, a hand slowly pushing past your tank top to find your lace covered breasts. His hand immediately bypassing the fabric, earning a moan of approval from you as you broke the kiss, gazing up at both boys with lust filled eyes. The two of them unsure what to do next as they’d not planned for a moment like this.

“How about we go somewhere that gives us a little more space to work with?”

Biting your lip you nodded in agreement, Cam pulling you in for one last kiss before he led the way upstairs. Jamie offering to help you from the counter, to which you accepted. But not without trying to ease his nerves in the process.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him in for a kiss, his hands gripping at your waist as your legs circled his, inviting him to lift you off the counter.

Jamie carried you upstairs, the two of you stealing more kisses from one another before he laid you on the bed. Cam tossing his shirt to the side, then discarding his shorts before he’d begun trailing kisses up your thighs.

Jamie following suit before joining you on the bed, his lips finding yours again as his hands pulled your tank top over your head, eyes immediately getting ahead of his actions and undressing you further. Your hand dropping to his cock that was pressing against your side through his briefs. Jamie moaning into the kiss as you palmed him over the fabric.

Cam noticed your focus on Jamie, lightly biting at your inner thigh to gain your attention.

“Ow fuck, Cam!”

“Sorry, you were giving him all the attention. I want to know I’m making you feel good too baby.”

His hands hooked into the waistband of your skirt, pulling it down with your thong in one motion. Instinctually you closed your legs, nervous for the boys to see you so vulnerable, but Cam immediately gripped your thighs, pulling them apart as he positioned himself at your core.

“Come on baby, you can’t be shy now. You chose both remember?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt Cam’s tongue trace up your slit, your free hand falling to his hair as you gripped his curls. The other hand pushing past the waistband of Jamie’s briefs, stroking him slowly as his lips fell to your neck. Breath heavy as he moaned against your skin.

“Fuck.”

His moans were needy, telling you’d need more than just your hand.

“Take these off, let me give you more than just a hand.”

Lifting his hips, Jamie pulled down his briefs. His cock slapped against his stomach as your jaw had slightly dropped at the sight. His size definitely not what you’d expected but you weren’t complaining.

“Mmm, you gonna suck his cock while I eat your pussy baby?”

Without warning Cam slips a finger between your folds to accompany the work of his tongue. Your hips arching off the bed into his touch as Jamie pulled you towards the edge of the bed, tilting your jaw to face him as he stroked his cock. Eyes falling to yours for the go ahead before slowly thrusting into your mouth.

“Holy…fuck.”

His hands falling to your hair, guiding you down as far as you’d let him. Gagging as you deepthroated him, Jamie’s breathing harsh as his head fell back at the feeling.

“Mm, she being a good girl for you Jim?”

“So fucking good.”

Jamie’s eyes met yours as he watched you take all of him in your mouth, his grip tightening in your hair as he fought the urge to fuck your face. Wanting to go easy on you and not rush anything.

Cam dipped a second finger into you without warning, picking up his pace as your hips bucked against him. His free hand moving to hold your hips in place. Wanting to help you ride out your orgasm.

“Fuck, oh my god Cam I’m gonna cum.”

“Don’t stop fucking her face Jim, make her take it.”

Jamie grabbed your hair, finally giving in to his urges. Thrusting into you as his cock hit your throat, eyes watering as you felt your climax closing in. Cam’s tongue and fingers in unison as your clenched around them, hips lifting off the bed as you came. Your moans muffled as your mouth was preoccupied with Jamie’s cock.

“Mm, she tastes so fucking good Jim. Come try for yourself.”

Jamie pulled his cock from your lips, taking Cam’s place between your legs. His eyes flashing up to you for approval before you gripped his hair and urged him to taste you.

Cam positioning himself behind you as his hands gripped your breasts, kneading the skin before focusing on your nipples as he watched Jamie along with you.

Jamie’s tongue slowly traced your slit, stopping to pay attention to your clit, the sensation causing you to buck against his face as you were still coming down from your high. Cam’s lips falling to your neck, kissing and biting at the skin before he brought your lips to his.

Hearing you moan into his mouth let him know Jamie was doing a good job. He watched as your hands gripped his hair tight, grinding your hips to match the rhythm of his tongue and fingers.

“You want him to fuck you now? I think you can handle it baby.”

Biting your lip you nodded your head, fingers releasing their grip in Jamie’s hair, though he continued. Enjoying the taste of you as he’d felt you tighten your grip on his fingers, letting him know you were close.

“Tell him what you want, use your words.”

“Please Jamie, fuck me. I need you.”

The words pouring from your lips like magic to his ears, his cock twitching at the sound of you begging for him. Pulling his fingers from you, immediately earning a whine as you already missed the contact. Cam’s fingers soon taking over as Jamie lined himself with your entrance.

He stroked himself a few times before thrusting into you, the feeling of Jamie’s cock stretching you while Cam’s fingers circled your clit had you seeing black.

“How does she feel Jim?”

“So fucking tight, fuck!”

Jamie’s hands gripped your hips as he couldn’t bother going slow, his thrusts hard and quick as he’d already been close since you’d had him in your mouth.

“Does he feel good baby? Stretching you out while I rub your clit?”

Cam’s cocky smirk was working overtime. You always assumed he was a freak, but you swore he was made for sex. The way dirty talk rolled off his lips and had you dripping wet at the sound, you were wondering how you’d gone so long without this.

“Mhm, feels so fucking good. I, I’m so close. Please don’t fucking stop.”

But instead he pulled himself from you, a gasp catching in your throat as you’d had your climax halted from the immediate loss.

You looked at Jamie as he climbed onto the bed, laying down next to you as he stroked himself.

“It’s only fair Cam gets a chance to feel how tight you are too baby.”

The sound of Jamie calling you baby had you melting, rolling over onto your knees as Cam gladly took advantage of the opportunity to fuck you from behind. His grip tight on your hip as he teased your slit with his cock, loving how wet you were.

“Ready baby?”

Ready as you’d ever be.

You’d taken Jamie’s cock back into your mouth as his hands tangled into your hair, forcing you down his length as Cam finally thrusts into you. Your moans muffled as you deepthroated Jamie, Cam’s fingers leaving bruises on your skin as he held you while his thrusts showed no signs of ceasing.

“Fuck, pussy is so tight baby. Jimmy didn’t stretch you out too much huh?”

“Fuck you Cam!”

You watched as Jamie spat back at Cam before his eyes reconnected with yours as your hand began working in unison with your mouth. His hips bucking against you as he grew close to his climax.

“Shit…I’m gonna cum baby. Keep sucking his cock, make sure he cums for you.”

“Mmm, shit. I’m gonna cum.”

Both boys moans turning you on, the low groans and grunts that spilt from their lips as they both were nearing their peaks. Watching as Jamie’s abs twitched while his breaths were short and choppy.

“Yes, fuck, ah”

The boys groaned out almost in unison. Jamie’s head fell back against the pillow as he came, your mouth still on his length as you felt the warmth of his seed hit the back of your throat. Making sure to swallow it all while you felt Cam pull his length from you as he came on your ass.

The three of you sweaty and exhausted as you tried to catch your breath. Cam heading to the restroom to grab a towel, while Jamie found you a tshirt and himself some shorts.

As the three of you got cleaned up, you nestled between the two of them under the blankets. Your head on Jamie’s chest with your legs were tangled with Cam’s, his fingers tracing circles on your thigh.

“So, you think you’ll be more likely to come visit us in Philly next season?”

Cam raised an eyebrow at you while Jamie just laughed, a hand running through your hair as you shrugged.

“I mean, if the visit is anything like tonight, I don’t see why not.”

The boys both smiling at your answer, pleased with themselves that they didn’t disappoint. Happy to have finally gotten the chance at something they were sure would never happen.

“I think the real question we want to know is, who was better? And it’s okay if you need to tell Cam he was better just so his feelings don’t get hurt, I understand.”

Rolling your eyes you could not believe how competitive they truly were. Although you could, considering that they made it a point to trash talk each other during sex.

“Mmm, hate to say it but I think it’s a tie. We might need to try again to solidify a winner?”

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kpop---scenarios · 5 months ago

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Reckless (4)

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Brothers Best Friend

Warning: Violence.. smut [18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT READ]

Word Count: 2.5k

Taglist: @hyunjinhoexxx @ovulatingrn @jisunglyricist @guiltycoco @fawnpeaks @purple-bell @caught-in-the-afterglow @ana-marais98 @rylea08 @astraystayastayastray @partyparty-yah @seungminsapuppy @chanbahng29

Part One | Part Two | Part Three |

“What to wear, what to wear.” You sigh, scanning the clothes in your closet. It had been a few days since Chan had asked you to go on a date and you immediately agreed. Jisung was happy for you, he wanted you to find someone you liked and who would treat you right and Chan was absolutely that guy.

You groan loudly, as you sit at your little makeup table, staring at yourself in the mirror. You sit in your bra and panties, glancing back at your closet, who knew it would be so fucking hard to pick an outfit? You had butterflies in your stomach as you did your make up, you were getting very excited to go on this date tonight.

Your bedroom door opens, making you gasp. Your arms try to hide your almost naked body, you look over at your door and see Minho standing there, leaning against the now closed door.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“What do you want, Minho?” You ask, getting up, going back to your closet to grab your little black dress.

“Where are you going?” He asks. His eyes trail up and down your body as you slip on the dress, it hugs your body in all the right spots.

“On a date.” You smile, grabbing a pair of heels.

“With who?” He scoffs.

“With Chan.”

“You're seriously going to go out with him?” Minho asks, pushing himself off the door, walking towards you. You can see the anger and jealousy in his eyes.

“Yeah I am. And why do you care?” You ask. “Didn't you tell me to stay away from you? And here you are barging into my room. Not to mention, you're going out with Maya.”

“I like her.” He mumbles. “And I can't stay away from you.” He whispers. His face makes you wonder how much truth there was to that.

“Well I like Chan.” You say. and you did. But you were in love with Minho.

He chuckles as he walks closer to you, he reaches out, the tips of his fingers caressing your cheek. Your eyes close without hesitation at the feel of his touch. It had been days, you missed him so fucking much but you knew you shouldn't.

He moves closer, the palm of his hand cupping your cheek. You lean into it, you can't help it. He moves his face closer to yours, his lips hovering right by yours, you can feel his breath on your face.

“He can't make you feel like I can.” He whispers, crashing his lips to yours. You fall into the kiss, it quickly goes from passionate to sloppy, your mouths moving against each other as he shoves his tongue down your throat. His hands roam your body, slipping into the waist of your panties, moving down between your slit. Your knees buckle as his finger gently rubs your clit, pulling your body in closer to him.

“Please.” You whimper. “I need more.” You breathe. This man. You could not resist him, no matter what was happening in your life or who was in your life, it would always be him and you needed to accept that.

“What do you need from me, baby?” He whispers in your ear. Just as you were about to tell him, his phone began to ring. He pulls it from his pocket, seeing the name, he pulls his hand from your panties.

“Hey Maya.” He says, clearing his throat. “Shit. I'm sorry, I got distracted.” He says. You walk away from him, adjusting your dress as you finish doing your makeup.

“I'll be right there.” He says, hanging up the phone.

You glance at your phone, seeing a text from Chan.

[7:48pm From: Chan] I'm here, coming to the door for you.

You quickly finish up, as Minho hangs up his call, you slip your shoes on. “We'll finish this later.” He whispers in your ear.

“Enjoy your date with your girlfriend.” You snap, leaving him alone in your room. You hated that he made you feel like this. You raced down the stairs, the door was already open and Jisung stood there talking to Chan.

“You guys have fun tonight.” Jisung smiles as Chan hands you a small bouquet of flowers.

“They're beautiful, thank you.” You smile, smelling them.

“Here, I'll put them in a vase for you. You get going, you crazy kids.” Jisung laughs. You give him a weird look, it was strange to see him acting like that. Chan holds out his hand and you take it, he takes you out to his car, opening the passenger door for you. You slide in, buckling yourself up as he walks over to the driver's side.

The entire drive the two of you talked. There were no awkward silences, he had you laughing hard as he drove to the restaurant. It was honestly a great start to the date. The two of you walk into the restaurant, being taken to your seats immediately. The two of you sit down, you order a glass of wine and then two people are sat to your left. You look over and have to do a double take. Why the fuck were Minho and Maya here?

You groan and roll your eyes, trying to focus on Chan.

“You okay?” He asks.

“Yeah. It's nothing.” You smile. He reaches across the table, grabbing your hand. He rubs his thumb over your wrist as he smiles at you.

“What are you studying in school?” He asks.

“Psychology.” You say. “It's making me go crazy.” You laugh.

“What about you? What do you do?” You ask Chan.

“I'm actually taking a lot of Mechanical training. I love cars so I figured why not? I'd like to eventually open my own shop.” He smiles.

“That's so awesome.” You grin. You hear a scoff from across the way. You turn to look, Minho is staring right at you, while Maya quietly sits there, waiting for him to pay attention to her.

“I'm just going to use the bathroom.” You say, getting up from your chair and walking to the bathroom.

You come out of the bathroom and see Minho standing against the wall, his arms crossed and head down. Until he hears the door close.

“What are you doing here?” You snap.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Minho says.

“I didn't pick the place. Chan did.” You say. Minho laughs.

“Not surprising, this is where we all take our dates. Especially if we know they're going to give it up at the end of the night.”

“What?” You scoff.

“Is that what you're gonna do, Y/N? You gonna fuck him tonight?” He asks. You can feel the rage burning through your body as you move closer to him.

“If I do fuck him, it'll be none of your business. At least he's not afraid to be in public with me.” You snap.

“I'm not afraid to be in public with Maya.” He smiles.

“Fuck you, Minho. Leave me and Chan alone.” You spit, walking away from him. The waiter stood at your table when you arrived back. You quickly picked something from the menu, trying to focus only on your date with Chan. That was proving harder to do as you could feel Minho's eyes on you the whole time. You could see that Chan noticed it as he glanced towards Minho and you. You tried to keep your eyes on Chan the whole time but he saw the strange amount that Minho stared at you.

After dinner and drinks, you and Chan were in his car and he was driving you home.

“Can I ask you something?” He asks you.

“Of course.”

“Is there something going on with you and Minho?” He asks.

Your stomach sinks. Yes. No? Did you tell him you occasionally fucked and you were in love with you but he was an asshole who refused to acknowledge it? How did you explain this?

“No.” You say. “I think he's just protective. cause he's Jisung's best friend.”

“He stared at you almost all night.” Chan says, tuning down your street.

“I'm not sure what to tell you.” you half chuckle as he parks in front of your house. You open your door, Chan gets out too. He walks you to your door, the two of you facing each other.

“Thank you for tonight.” You smile. “I had a wonderful time.”

“So did I. And I'm sorry.. for the questions.” he sighs.

“It's okay. I know it was strange.” You laugh. He looks at you, raising his hand and placing it on your cheek, your mind flashes to before the date, Minho’s hand touching you in the same place. Chan leans in gently pressing his lips to yours. You kiss him back, his lips moving against yours. The door swings open, Jisung gags at the site. You giggle as you pull away from Chan, thanking him again before walking inside and he goes back to his car.

“I'm going out with Jisoo. I'll be back later.. maybe tomorrow.” Jisung chuckles, waving to you as he walks away. With nothing else to do, and it already being 11pm, you decided to go to bed. You get changed and crawl under the covers, only for your phone to ring. You look at it, it's a text from Chan.

[11:16pm From Chan]: Brunch tomorrow? I'll pick you up at 10? 😊

[11:17pm To Chan]: Brunch sounds wonderful, see you then!

You put your phone down, getting all snuggled into bed. You were almost asleep when you heard your door creak open. You ignore it, pretending to be asleep. There's a dip in the bed, a body now snuggled up next to you.

“I know you're not sleeping.” He whispers.

“I'm trying too.” you say.

“I'm sorry, baby.” He groans, grinding his crotch into your ass.

“Sorry for what this time?” You ask, sitting up, sighing.

“For everything I said earlier. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. Please forgive me, Y/N.” He whispers. He was your weak spot. This entire man knew how to get you to cave, barely even lifting a finger.

“What about Maya?” You ask. He sits up, crawling in front of you.

“Don't talk about her.” He whispers. He leans in to kiss you, laying you back with his lips still attached to yours. He slides your shirt up with his hand, cupping your now bare breast. He rolls your hard nipple between his fingers as you gasp, grinding yourself up onto him.

“Are you needy baby?” He whispers.

“Just for you.” You pant, desperately needing more.

Minho pulls off your shorts, running his fingers between your slit, grazing your clit, making you moan. He does it again and again, making your clit throb. You could feel your entire body heating up as he began to gently play with your clit, as he kissed up and down your neck. You can feel his hard cock against your leg, he grinds against you as he rubs your clit faster. He goes in for a kiss, sloppily slipping his tongue in and out of your mouth as he moves his fingers from your clit. He gets off of you, prying your legs open as he licks a long strip up your already soaked pussy. You could feel your juices seep out of you as he sucks your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

“I'm so fucking close.” You pant, grabbing your tits.

Minho removes his mouth from you, Undoing his pants. “I need you to cum on my cock.” He grunts, pulling his pants down to let himself spring free, his tip dripping with precum. He pulls you closer to him, holding your legs up as he slowly pushes his cock inside you.

“Fuck.” You groan, tightening your cunt around him. He lets go of your legs, laying on top of you, face to face as he slowly thrusts into you. He kisses your neck, collarbone, moving down until he takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking as he begins to pick up his pace.

“Please.” You beg. “Please give me more.

Minho chuckles as he sits up, harshly thrusting his cock into you. “So fucking tight.” He groans. “I'm the only one that can make you feel this way.” He pants. “This is my pussy.”

“Yes, yes, fuck its yours.” You cry out. Minho reaches down, rubbing your swollen bud, making you twitch.

“Say my name.” He grunts, ramming his cock into you.

“Minho.. fuck.” You cry out

“Again.”

“Minho.. I'm gonna cum.. fuck Minho.” You scream, your orgasm taking control of your body. Minho grunts as he moves faster, his impending orgasm right behind yours. You keep moaning loudly as he pounds into you until he finally cums, thrusting his cock into you even deeper than before, spilling his seed inside you, throwing his head back as he works through his high.

Minho pants as he pulls his cock from inside you. You lay there huffing, trying to catch your breath as he buckles his pants back up. He helps you up so you can go to the bathroom. Once you are done cleaning yourself up, you head back into your bedroom only to find an empty room. You can't help but feel used at the fact that he fucked you and left. You crawled into bed, quickly falling asleep. You fell asleep so fast, you missed hearing the creak of your door opening again, and the voice whispering “I'm sorry.”

The next morning you're finishing getting ready when you hear the doorbell ring. You rush downstairs, opening the door to see a handsome Chan standing there.

“Good morning.” He smiles.

“Morning!” You grin. “Do you mind waiting like 5 minutes? I just need to finish up.”

“Sure! No problem. I'll be right here.” He smiles. You run back upstairs to finish your last minute things. You were rushing around your room, too busy to hear the footsteps of someone else going downstairs.

“Chan.” Minho says, greeting him.

“Minho.” Chan responds. He's fighting the urge to ask Minho the question. He wants to, but he's unsure if he wants to hear the answer. “Can I ask you something?” He blurts out.

“What?”

“Are you fucking around with Y/N?” Chan asks. “You stared at her for almost our entire date last night.”

“So?” Minho asks. “Ask her.”

“I did. She denied it. But I don't believe it.” Chan says.

“What does it matter if I say yes or no? Either way she'll never be yours.” Minho chuckles.

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“It means that she comes to me no matter what. She can't stay away from me, it won't matter if you're her boyfriend or her husband, she'll always run back to me.” He says, patting Chan on the chest.

“She deserves better than you.” Chan laughs. “You're using her. Keeping her as a secret as your own person cock warmer, right?”

Minho sees nothing but red. He lunges for Chan, fist raised, punching him in the face, knocking him back. You come down the stairs just as Chan hits Minho back.

“What the fuck are you two doing!?”

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wandafiction · 9 months ago

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Mommy's Girl

Warnings 18+: Top Reader, Mommy reader, Bottom Elizabeth Olsen, Use of Sex Toys, Teasing, Strap on (Lizzie Receiving), Degradation, Cock Warming.

You and Lizzie are getting ready to meet a few of the Marvel people at a restaurant, they have just wrapped on endgame and they wanted to celebrate what they called freedom. You are currently in the en suite putting on some well fitted black dress pants with a burgundy button up and some black oxfords, while Lizzie is in the walk-in closet getting changed. You both had said you wanted to surprise each other with the outfits, not having been out properly due to both your conflicting work schedules. So who knows how the night might end, well you both have a very good idea.

“Baby you ready?” You shout.

“Give me one second.” Making sure everything looks good with your outfit before heading into the bedroom, you sit on the end of the bed with your hands behind you prompting you up, undoing a few of the top buttons of the shirt, and planting your feet in the floor.

You hear something drop to the floor and a small fuck from Lizzie.

“You okay princess?”

“Mhmm, all good. Fuck where do you go.” You hear her mumble the last part as well as the opening and closing of a few draws and your curious self can’t resist going to find out what she is doing.

“Baby, what’s going …. Holy fuck.” You freeze in the doorway when you see what Lizzie is wearing, watching as a blush travels up the side of her neck and face as she slowly turns to look at you with her hands behind her back.

“Baby, this outfit was meant to be a surprise.” Lizzie whines with a small pout as you take it all in, mouth ajar, her pink cheeks now burning red. “Stop staring, you're making me blush.”

“I can’t help but look at my sexy girlfriend.” You bite your lip when Lizzie tries to avoid your gaze by turning her head to look at the floor.

“Baby stop.” You chuckle holding your hands up in surrender at Lizzie's bright red face, moving to stand in front of her and using your finger and thumb on her chin to tilt her head to look at you.

“What’s behind your back baby?” Lizzie pushes herself against the chest of draws shaking her head.

“Nothing.” You raise a brow putting your hands on her shoulders and slowly trailing your fingers down to her elbow.

“Baby.” Letting your fingers ghost the skin on her arms, smiling when you see goose bumps as Lizzie bites her lip shaking her head.

“It’s nothing, just dropped something and trying to find its home.” Your eyes meet lizzie’s and she squirms a little under the gaze making you smirk.

“Babygirl.” Your voice husky as you bring your lips to her ear, hot breath travelling down her neck as Lizzie squirms more. "I would like to know what’s behind your back. Are you going to show me what you’re hiding back there?”

"It's noth…" Lizzie’s words are cut off as you wrap your hand gently around her neck giving it a small squeeze.

"My, my Elizabeth." You feel Lizzie swallow harshly under your hand, you only ever use her full name when she is in trouble. "Lying to me. Now that won't do. No, not at all. So I will ask you one more time what is it that is behind your back."

Lizzie turns her head slightly looking towards the ground and your smirk to yourself knowing her submissive side is finally clawing its way out from behind her act. You feel her lose her composure, her knees buckling slightly when you apply more pressure to her neck at the lack of reply.

"Mommy asked you a question." Using a single finger on her jaw you move her head so she is looking back at you but her eyes drop down avoiding your gaze.

"I found something new that was hidden." You hum with a soft nod, your hold on her neck slightly loosening. "But I swear I didn't go looking, it was in the draw with the other underwear and I was going to put it back but I couldn't remember exactly where it went and I knew you would find out. So instead I thought maybe you wouldn't walk in here and you would find it when we get back and you would be too tired to punish me."

"Oh baby." You fake pout at her little story, her eyes flicking up to see yours and she has to stop herself from rolling them at the fake pout. "But what if I wanted you to find them."

"What?" She shuffles on her feet wetting her lips as your bring your lips against her pulse point your teeth grazing the skin so softly your not sure she can feel it but the way her head moves to the side to give you more room lets you know how much you're working her up a whine leaving her lips. "Mommy."

"Think about it baby. I wouldn't leave them laying in such an obvious place if I didn't want you to find them. Would I?" Lizzie shakes her head, her hands finally moving from behind her back holding the item between the two of you. "You gonna put them on for me?"

"What about our meal?" You see the small panic that brings Lizzie out if her state a little rolling her shoulders back as she stands up straighter.

"Baby, all you gotta do is put them on. I have full control." You take the small remote that's in her hand waving in front of you with a devilish smirk. "You know the rules."

"I…" She once again bows her head, the room falling into silence for a moment until she looks back up at you with her lip between her teeth.

"Elizabeth." You drag out her name as your hand trails down her arm to the underwear in her hand, pocketing the remote before sliding your hand up her thigh and under her dress.

"Please not tonight." You smirk, sliding your finger up the inside of her thigh all the way to her soaking underwear and you chuckle, shaking your head a little applying pressure to her clit through the fabric, a sigh passing her lips.

"I think this says different. You're soaking baby. Just the thought of it has made you wet. Isn't that right?" You push her underwear to the side running a finger along her slit and a moan leaves her lips as her head rolls back with her eyes. "Baby girl answer mommy when she is speaking to you."

"Yes mommy. Fuck." You hook your thumb on the band of her underwear pulling them down her legs before letting them drop to the floor, taking a step back.

"Put these on. Be in the car in 5 minutes, not one second late, understand."

"Yes." Lizzie’s chest is heaving as you lean forward placing a soft kiss on her lips that she melts into.

"Yes?"

"Yes mommy." You smile against her lips.

"Better. I love you." You whisper against her lips pulling away to walk out the room holding in a laugh when you hear Lizzie mumble to herself about letting herself get so riled up.

"Fucking mommy kink."

♤♡◇♧

You’re sitting in the car watching the seconds click down on your watch. Just as the 5 minutes is nearly up the car door quickly opens and closes and a flustered Lizzie settles in the passenger seat, her hands running down her body to try and smooth out her dress.

“Only just made it sweetheart, what took you so long?” You raise a brow looking in her direction as she avoids your stare looking out the window to the house.

“Just had to take a moment to breathe.” Your eyes search her features as she finally looks at you with a soft smile pulling at the corner of her lips.

“You didn’t touch yourself did you? You know the rules.” Lizzie immediately shakes her head in denial and your eyes search hers looking for her tells when she is lying, having seen none you nod with a devilish smirk. “Good girl.”

“So how exactly do these things work?” You lick your lips turning to look out the back window as your hand moves to hold onto the back of Lizzie’s seat as you reverse the car out of the driveway and onto the road; ignoring the way you can feel her staring at the action.

“Well it's quite simple actually.” You keep your attention on the road as you start driving towards the restaurant that's about 10 minutes away. “Want me to show you?”

“S-sure.” You smile to yourself at the nervousness in her voice, placing your hand on her thigh giving it a gentle squeeze to help her relax.

“You know the word if you want it to stop, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable tonight but I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy this.”

“Show me.” You chuckle, taking your hand from her thigh, taking the small remote from your pocket flicking it on, hearing a small gasp from Lizzie. You take a quick glance to the control to see the intensity on high so turn it down and you hear her hum in reaction.

“Y/n.” She says your name under her breath as you take a quick glance to her seeing her hands gripping the edge of her seat, her hips rolling slightly and you quickly turn the intensity all the way down earning a groan and a glare as you look back to the road. “What the fuck?”

“I’m not gonna play nice tonight sweetheart.” You turn the intensity back up slightly, Lizzie’s eyes fluttering at the feeling her legs closing slightly and as she starts to shuffle in her seat you turn it off.

“What the hell!” You raise your brow at her tone, as you come to a red light you turn to her grabbing her jaw harshly to get her to look at you and you smile when she swallows harshly.

“What’s with the attitude?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just new and it feels so good.”

“I’m sorry….” Lizzie bits her lip looking at you through her eyelashes.

“I’m sorry mommy, I promise to be good.” You hum, turning them back on and putting it on a low intensity catching Lizzie sliding down in the chair slightly as her hands continue to hold the sides of her chair. "Feels good."

"We are 5 minutes from the restaurant baby, then the real fun begins." You smirk looking back to the road as the light turns green trying your best to ignore the way Lizzie is shuffling in her seat soft sighs the only sound filling the car.

"I could cum just like this." Her voice husky and as you take a quick glance over you watch as she subtly rolls her hips into the seat, and you immediately turn them back off earning a whine. "Mommy, please."

"You know the rules baby girl." Lizzie grumbles, turning her body away from you slightly, as you concentrate on trying to park the car outside the restaurant. "Tell me the rules baby. I think someone needs a refresher."

"No cumming without permission. No touching myself. Anndd…"

"You made it!" Lizzie's door flings open revealing a very excited Scarlett and you can't help but chuckle at Lizzie's flushed cheeks as she adjusts her position in the seat.

"Hey Scarlett." You get out of the car making your way around to where Lizzie and Scarlett are standing, wrapping your arm around Lizzie’s waist.

"Hi Y/n. How are things?" Scarlett links her arm with yours starting to lead you and Lizzie, who has gone rather quiet, into the restaurant.

"Things are good. Work is work." You shrug as you make it to the table where a small gathering of the avengers cast are already sitting, drinking and laughing.

"Look, the two love birds finally made it out of their nest to come see us." Robert exclaims and the table cheers as you do a small bow, chuckling when you see Lizzie hiding her face behind her hands and turning into you more.

"Oh don't go all shy now Lizzie. Introduce us to your woman." Chris Evans stands from his seat engulfing Lizzie in a hug as she grumbles about how her friends are going to embarrass her.

"I mean I know you said she was a stunner but wow Lizzie where did you find her." Lizzie shoots Tom Hiddleston a look that says back off and his hands immediately raise in fake surrender.

"Well he is right Lizzie. I mean look at her." Chris H waves his hand up and down signalling to your body, and Lizzie easily takes her lip between her teeth as she eyes you up and down for a second.

"Okay enough ogling. Tell us why we have never met your goddess of a wife before. With all the amazing stories we hear I'm surprised you don't show her off more." Robert takes a sip from his drink raising a brow.

"I can hear y'all you know." You shake your head chuckling as you lead Lizzie to the only 2 free seats between Robert and Chris E, pulling Lizzie’s chair out for her.

"And she is a gentlewoman. See I don't get this kind of treatment from my wife." Robert complains as you push Lizzie's chair back and take a seat next to her.

"Well does she get her chair pulled out for her." You ask with a smirk, resting your hand on Lizzie's thigh not missing the way you feel it clench beneath your touch.

"Yes, well sometimes." You hum filling yours and Lizzies glass with wine before taking a sip.

"Sometimes is not good enough for a lady, it should be always." You state causing everyone around the table to giggle as Roberts jaw drops.

“Wow someone has some sass.” Robert jests and you simply shrug with a smirk taking a sip of your wine.

“So can we finally get to the point in conversation where you tell us how you met.” Tom raises a curious eyebrow as you sit back in your chair letting Lizzie take the lead.

“It was a few years ago now. Me, Scarlett, my sisters and some of the girls from civil war went out for some drinks. We got a little drunk and we all decided to just say fuck it a go to a strip club.”

“Wait, she's a stripper?” Mark whisper shouts from the other end of the table.

“She has a name, and no I was the bartender there.” You correct him as he sulks back into his seat slightly with an apologetic smile.

"I was just gonna say that Lizzie knows how to pick 'em. I mean imagine having a stripper as a partner, not in a bad way of course." Mark is quick to defend himself when everyone looks at him raising a brow. "I just mean think of the sex. You'd get lap dances pole dances at home and then the sex. Damn, I should've gone for a stripper."

"Are the strippers really like the ones in grand theft?" You look to the other end of the table where the younger Tom is sitting, laughing softly as you shake your head.

"Not at all. They are less glitchy and don't spend 5 minutes walking into the wall." Tom gives you a middle finger at your smug smirk and you know for a fact whenever Lizzie brings you to something like this you two are gonna cause chaos.

"Oh right of course, how silly of me to think people would do that." Tom facepalms himself, his voice full of sarcasm.

"You would be surprised what people get up to in their free time." You squeeze Lizzie’s thigh earning a small smack onto the back of your hand as Tom slowly nods.

"Right because we all practice being an NPC for fun." You and Tom chuckle as the rest of the cast share confused looks but shrug it off.

"Back to the story. Stop with the side tracking." Chris H interrupts.

"Where was I? Right strip club. Yes Y/n here was the bartender." Lizzie continues before Scarlett is quick to interrupt raising her wine glass.

“If you want to get drunk fast make sure Y/n here is making your drinks.” Scarlett giggles filling her wine glass back up causing you to raise an eyebrow in question as normally she isn’t much of a drinker. “Colin is looking after two snot monsters tonight. He told me to get drunk and let loose so here's to that.”

“Right then, back to the story.” You smile looking back at Lizzie as Scarlett downs her nearly full glass of wine. “So I was a little drunk, well very drunk, and I was struggling to even stand in one spot without stumbling. Luckily, the nice bartender who was on shift that night came to my rescue giving me a glass of water, not that it would do much at that point, some snacks she had in the back to just try and help a little. Anyway, I was practically sat down the rest of the night, the room spinning dangerously quickly and making me feel completely and utterly sick and sorry for myself.”

“I really want to see drunk lizzie.” Chris H laughs and Lizzie quickly shakes her head.

“You really don’t. Anyway, where was I babe?” Lizzie scrunches her brows looking at you for an answer and you smirk at the opportunity she has given you.

“You see, Lizzie doesn’t remember much after running to the restroom to be sick, so I have to tell the rest of the story.” Lizzie chokes on her wine as you flick the underwear back on putting the intensity on low.

“Thanks.” Lizzie coughs into the napkin you hand her as you turn the intensity up slightly and she readjusts her seating position.

“Hello folks, sorry to interrupt but I just came to ask if you guys were ready to order your food?” The nice young waiter keeps everyone distracted enough that you turn up the intensity more and Lizzie scowls at you as her cheeks flush red and she fights to keep her eyes open at the feeling.

“And finally for you two fine ladies?” You turn the intensity down so Lizzie can order but the way she crosses her legs squeezing them together makes you move a hand to rest on one of her thighs.

“Just the, uhm, the, uhm. Baby what are you having?” You subtly lick your lips at her inability to talk, the feeling of the vibration and your hands affecting her more than you thought.

“I’m just going to have the lasagne with an extra side of garlic bread please.” You look back at Lizzie who quickly clears her throat.

“I will have the same …. Please.” You catch Scarlett’s eyes darting between you and Lizzie trying to figure out what's going, rather glad that the men around the table are rather oblivious to Lizzie's obviously flustered state.

"Perfect, any more drinks for anyone?" Scarlett now turns to the men asking what wine they wanted to order and Lizzie takes the opportunity to whisper in your ear.

"Mommy, please." She gasps against your skin as you turn the intensity up her hand grabbing your forearm, her nails digging into your skin for stability.

"What are you asking for, baby girl?" You turn to look at her flushed face whispering softly as to not alert the others who are now arguing over if they should order 2 bottles of one wine and 2 of another or simply 4 bottles of the same.

"I, fuck." Lizzie’s eyes flutter shut for a second as you give her thigh a squeeze, her legs moving to clamp your hands between them. "Mommy I need to cum, please."

"No." You pull your hand away from her leg turning the intensity back down, Lizzie slouching in her seat with a groan earning everyone's attention.

"You good lizzie?" Lizzie looks over to Mark, giving him a slightly pained smile and nodding.

"Ye-yeah all good. All good, just hungry." She sits up straighter in her seat downing the last bit of wine in her glass before glaring at you and you simply chuckle in response tapping the remote to remind her who is in control.

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As the meal is coming to an end, everyone finishing off their desserts, you can see the relief on Lizzie's face for a moment. The meal had been just under 2 hours with people eating slowly or not knowing what dessert they wanted so sending the waiter away more than once but ordering more drinks each time. It was chaos and with the way Lizzie was squirming in her seat, face flushed red and her knuckles turning white as she holds the sides of her chair. Your hand had ended up back in her thigh some time ago to add to the teasing and her whole body seemed to have flush red hot.

"Lizzie, are you feeling okay? You seemed to have been off all evening." Lizzie’s head spins to the right at Robert's question, her eyes darting to you for a second and when you mouth a we can go her tense shoulders relax slightly.

"I think I might be getting sick, so I think we are going to call it a night and head home." You silently stand offering a hand out to Lizzie who easily takes it and stands up, her legs shaking slightly, and because you are feeling just a little nice tonight you turn the intensity all the way down so she can at least walk normal(ish).

"It was wonderful to meet some of you, Scarlett, it's always a pleasure to see you. But I better be getting her home and tucked in bed with some tea. We should definitely do this again sometime." You wrap an arm around Lizzie’s torso as she leans into you hiding her face against your side, her arms lazily wrapped around your waist.

"Yes it was indeed. I do hope you feel better Liz and you should most definitely bring your wife out more when we do these sort of things." Robert stands to shake your hand before hugging Lizzie in an awkward sideways hug as she makes no effort to move away from you. "Poor dear you must be feeling awful."

"I best be getting her home." Robert softly nods as the rest of the men stand to say their goodbyes to the two of you, Scarlett waiting till last with a smirk on her face.

"I think it's a good thing you both have the weekend off." Scarlett whispers in your ear as she hugs you both, Lizzie grumbles into your shirt and you pinch her side causing her to squeal but ultimately stop her groaning.

"Don't know what you're talking about." You act coy and Scarlett gives you an 'are you serious' look and you simply shrug.

"Fine, yes go home and look after your sick wife." She pecks yours and Lizzies cheek before going back to her seat waving to you as you lead Lizzie out of the restaurant and to the car.

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Once I pull out onto the road I turn the intensity all the way back up. A loud moan echoes around the car as Lizzie throws her head back, eyes scrunched closed and her hand gripping tightly to the headrest. Her thighs clench shut for some form of relief and I quickly and forcefully pull them apart with my right hand, my attention staying on the road as much as possible. My finger ghost up the inside of her thigh all the way to the completely ruined underwear, Lizzie hips bucking at the contact of my finger toying with her clit through the fabric.

"Mommy, please I'm so close." Lizzie opens her eyes looking at me pleading for any sort of relief.

"I don't know if you deserve it." I push her underwear to the side running two fingers along her slit gathering some of her wetness before lifting the two of them up to her mouth. "Open."

Easily following my demand lizzie wraps her lips around my fingers, her tongue dancing around them moaning as her eyes shut once more. I love it when I can work her up so much she simply gives in. I push my fingers in more suddenly and lizzie gags slightly but doesn't stop what she is doing as her hips roll against the car seat.

She had been so consumed by what I was doing she hadn't noticed we had made it home until I am dragging her inside and up to the bedroom harshly pushing her against the wall. I quickly rid her of her underwear and dress, a hand on her chest to push her against the wall, a dirty moan leaving her lips at the dominance.

"Aww, does my baby girl need me." I pout cupping her centre as I bring your lips to her ear. "Tell mommy what you want."

"I want you to fuck me. Please. Want mommy's cock. Want to feel you inside." I kiss down her neck finding her pulse point gently sucking at the skin before biting it and soothing the hurt with my tongue. Lizzies hands tangle in my hair pulling me closer to her as I start to leave a trail of marks around her neck.

"You want mommy's cock hmm?" Taking a small step back, creating just enough room so I can remove my own pants and underwear revealing what's been hiding under them all night.

"Fuck. Mommy please." One of lizzies hands drop to the strap hanging from my waist, it's her favourite. Something about her feeling so full when you use it, makes you want to use it on her all the time.

"What was that baby? What do you want mommy.to do with her cock?" I remove her hand quickly lifting her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I trap her against the wall.

"Fuck me, use me. Fucking ruin me. Mommy please."

Lizzie whines completely at my mercy at this point, I use the wetness from her own centre to lube up the toy before pushing it all the way in without warning. A wanton moan comes from Lizzie as she throws her head back against the wall, her fingers digging into the back of my neck.

"Your so big mommy. Feel so full."

I start to thrust harshly and quickly knowing that with the way I have worked her up all night it is not going to take much to make her cum. My hands massaging her thighs as I pull all the way out before bottoming out in her. Her moans that fill the room are absolutely dirty, her hips rolling trying to add more pleasure as I thrust in and out of her.

"Mommy I'm gonna cum, please can I cum. Want to be your good girl show you how good you make me feel." Lizzie’s eyes roll to the back of her head as I kiss the base of her neck dragging my tongue up her neck to her mouth, easily pulling her in for a heated kiss as my tongue explores her mouth. "Please."

"Cum for me baby. Come for mommy." I pant against her lips, the pace and harshness of my thrust changing as I start to roll my hips allowing the toy to stay buried deep inside Lizzie as her walls start to clench around it making it difficult to keep the pace.

"Oh fuck." Lizzie crashes head first into her orgasm her nails dragging down my back, even with my shirt on I know she has managed to leave marks. "Mommy I can't."

"Yes you can slut. Take mommy's cock like a good girl." I quickly walk us to the bed, Lizzie’s hips starting to roll against my front. Gasps and sighs filling the room as she works herself back up as I lay her down. "Aww does my dumb baby need to cum again?"

"Please mommy." I chuckle as I lay her down, never seeing her this worked up before in a complete state of bliss as I start to thrust in rhythm with how she is rolling her hips, taking my shirt off easily and chucking it somewhere in the room.

"You're taking me so well, you love mommy's cock hmm baby. You're just mommy's little toy to play with." I press kisses down her neck all the way to the valley of her breasts before taking her already hard left nipple in my mouth and rolling the other one between my finger and thumb.

Lizzie's head rolls back into the bed as her back arches off of it, a pornographic moan leaving her as her body squirms beneath me as another orgasm washes over her. I keep thrusting into her, helping her through the aftershocks as her body twitches under me. I smirk against her nipple gently biting it, her hand scratching the back of my neck as I continue to thrust slowly into her, pulling most of the way out and bottoming out to work her up to her last orgasm slowly.

“Mommy.” She whines as her legs wrap around my waist pulling me closer and I move my mouth to her other nipple licking over the sensitive bud before taking into my mouth.

“Doing so well for mommy. So so well. Being my good girl letting me fuck you with my cock.” I lick a path from the valley of her breasts to her voice box kissing the skin there as Lizzie’s hands tangle in my hair once more.

“I’m so close. Fuck you feel so good mommy, so so good.” I hum lifting myself up slightly, my face hovering over hers, our lips ghosting each others as she pants into my mouth a pleasurable grimace on her face.

“Who does this pussy belong to, sweet girl?” I move my hand down to her hot centre, my finger toying with her sensitive clit and her body jolts at the contact causing the strap to push in at a new angle and she throws her head back at the feeling. “Answer mommy sweetheart, you know the rules.”

“Answer when spoken to, sorry mommy.” Lizzie’s eyes flutter open and I can’t help but lean down and kiss the corner of her mouth as sighs and moans fill the room.

“It’s okay pretty girl, my pretty girl. So who does this pussy belong to.” I press my finger against her clit.

“You mommy, belongs to you.” Lizzie’s eyes squeeze shut a silent scream as her body arches off the bed as she crashes head on into her third orgasm.

“Such a good girl for me, so good for mommy.” I repeat softly as her body continues to convulse beneath me.

Her eyes flutter open, a lazy smile on her face as she leans up to pull me into a soft kiss. I instantly reciprocate the kiss, brushing the strands of her from her sweaty forehead before trailing my kisses around her face earning a sweet giggle from the woman below me. I rest my forehead on hers, my heart soaring as she scrunches her nose as she tries to get her breathing back under control.

"What about you mommy? Want make you feel good." I peck her lips shaking my head.

"Tonight was about you, my love, and I'm pretty sure with all the teasing I've tired you out. You can make mommy feel good later, how about that." Lizzie’s hands move to either side of my neck, her thumbs tracing small circles on my hit skin.

"Mhmm, okay." I shift slightly forgetting the toy is still inside her as she gasps, biting her lip at the feeling. So I go to remove it but her hands on my hips stop me. "Stay. Inside. Please mommy stay inside."

"Oh my baby wants to be my cockwarmer." I smirk chuckling at the way Lizzie’s face flushed bright red but whispering out a please. "Okay baby. But only for a short time, we still gotta clean you up."

"Thank you mommy." I gently roll over so Lizzie is laying on top of me, as she moves to bury her head in my neck and I feel her teeth graze and nip at the skin. "We should do that again."

"Oh yeah?" Lizzie nods, kissing my neck a final time before I feel her body settle against mine more. "I think we can definitely work something out sweetheart."

"I wuvs you baby." I smile at the tiredness in her voice, deciding to give her 5 more minutes of this relaxing her body wiggling to get a bit more comfortable.

"I love you too. Now get some rest baby we have all weekend to be together."

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honeyjars-sims · 3 months ago

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3.23 Making an Impression

Part 1 of 2

It’s the day of my hike with Lucy and Lacey. I somehow manage to convince a few other coworkers to come with us even though a lot of us aren’t particularly athletic. Robi, Clara, Quinn, and Lilly are joining us and I’m feeling pretty good about my plan to help Lucy make friends.

While we’re waiting for Lucy and her brother to show up, Lilly shows off her hiking fit. She always has the craziest outfits and they’re usually themed, which is fun.

Today she’s wearing a fishing hat with fabric fish attached to the brim. As Lilly poses for us, Lacey swats at them and they swirl around each other like they’re in a chase. “What’s with the fishing hat?” Lacey asks her.

Lilly starts untangling the fish. “It’s the most outdoorsy thing I own,” she explains. “I thought it really completed the outfit.”

“I think it’s cute,” Clara tells her. “No one said you had to be practical.”

“I don’t think Lilly could be practical if she tried,” Robi laughs.

“I’ll take that as a compliment!”

“I meant it as one!”

“I think that’s Lucy,” Quinn says, looking toward the entrance to the trails. She abruptly slaps herself on the neck, which makes all of us stare at her in confusion. “Mosquito,” she explains, her face flushing red. “They always eat me up.”

Lucy and her crew approach us. A guy I assume is her brother is with her; he looks like the stereotypical Tartosan with his jet black hair and I can see a family resemblance. There's another girl with them, which is great because if there's one thing this trip is lacking, it's female energy.

Lucy introduces them as her brother Paul and his best friend Danica.

Once the introductions are done, we all start making our way up the hiking trail.

“What do you two do?” Clara asks Paul and Danica.

“We’re both students at Foxbury,” Danica answers. “We’re in undergrad now, but I want to be a Psychologist and Paul’s going to be a doctor.”

“Wow, that’s really cool!” Clara replies.

“What kind of doctor do you want to be, Paul?” inquires Lacey.

“I’m not sure yet,” Paul admits. “I want to wait until I’ve done a few clinical rotations in med school before I settle on anything.”

“That’s really wise,” Lilly says, sounding impressed.

All of the girls make their way towards Paul as soon as they hear the word "doctor." They start talking to him about his bright future.

Wow, Paul, it’s so cool that you got a full ride scholarship!

You must be really smart!

I love when guys have a strong work ethic!

I hate to admit that I start feeling a bit irritated. A few weeks ago they all gushed over me when they saw my drawing, but now it doesn’t seem as impressive.

We come to a cliff that Lucy informs us is a popular climbing spot. “If you feel confident in your climbing skills you can go up this way. Otherwise the trail takes you to the top,” she explains.

“I think I’ll climb up,” Paul says confidently. The girls look at him in admiration. I can practically see the hearts forming in their eyes.

I don’t know what possesses me to do it, but I blurt out, “Yeah, me, too.”

As soon as we begin to scale the rocks, I realize I made a big mistake. Why would I think climbing was a good idea? I don’t have any experience and Paul is clearly in better shape. Of course, he reaches the top of the wall with no problem and I’m left struggling halfway up. All I can think about is how badly I need a cigarette.

“Johnny, do you want to just climb back down?” Lacey calls up, with more concern in her voice than I feel comfortable acknowledging.

“No, I’m good,” I lie. It takes what seems like forever for me to get near the top. Every passing second just fills me with more embarrassment.

As I approach the top of the cliff, I see Paul crouch down at the edge and reach his hand out. “Need some help?” he offers.

No, nope, not going to happen! I scream internally, but then I start to lose my footing. Faced with the possibility of this horrible moment being my last one on earth and forever cementing me in everyone's memories as The Dumbass Who Fell Off a Mountain Trying to Impress Girls, I see no better option than to take Paul’s hand. I feel defeated, but at least I still have the rest of my life ahead of me to try and save face.

“I have a lot of climbing experience,” Paul tells me once I’m secure at the top of the cliff.

“No problem, I was just trying to be funny.” Liar! Now that the moment is over and done with, I realize I’m more embarrassed by trying to engage in some sort of macho competition for the girls’ attention than I am in my lack of skill. It’s not the sort of thing I usually do.

“Oh, okay,” Paul responds. He doesn’t sound convinced but at least he doesn’t call me out.

“Are you okay?” Lacey asks me once we catch up with the others.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I tell her. Just a bruised ego is all.

“We’re almost to the top!” Lucy exclaims. We round the corner and Lucy guides us to the edge. “Be careful,” she warns, and I ignore that she’s looking right at me when she says it.

Cautiously, I peek down over the edge. I’m surprised at how much of the city I can see. It doesn’t seem like we went that high up, but laid out below us are hundreds of buildings and trees that seem surreal in their tininess. “Cool,” is all I can manage to say.

“I can see the studio!” Lilly points below, and the rest of us look excitedly at the building we spend 5 days a week in. It’s funny how something we see everyday seems so much more impressive when it’s viewed it from a different angle.

“There’s where the food truck parks!” Clara shouts and we all turn our heads like we’ve discovered a hidden treasure.

“Great, now I want tacos,” I joke, and I feel the embrace of laughter surrounding me. Maybe the day won’t be a total waste.

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1nthedarknessofthenight · 1 year ago

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﴾ i drink your blood and i eat your skin, part three.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x f!reader

genre: vampire au

word count: 4,2k

warnings: body insecurities ⋆ alcohol ⋆ smoking ⋆ mention of weed and that’s it?

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The thing was you never truly felt beautiful. You always felt like there was nothing really unique about you. Though you think that everyone had their own unique feature, something that made them stand out from others but for yourself? You felt and looked average. Having a slightly chubbier figure made you feel sometimes insecure. There were days when you liked how you looked then there were days you just wanted to rip your skin off. Seeing that even after multiple types of diets, you still end up looking the same, you gave up. You tried so hard to expect the truth. And in some way you expect that you just were bigger a long time ago but sometimes looking into a mirror made you feel like you should’ve not expect your body.

Buying clothes was horrible. Everything was too small and when you went to pick a bigger size, it was suddenly too big for you. The funny part was that you actually loved shopping and fashion, it was your quilty pleasure since childhood. Watching America’s Next Top Model, not knowing how much problematic the show was at your young age, made probably 90% of your personality back then. It was quite laughable how much your younger self dreamed about having that model figure. Still being small, you didn’t understand that it would be impossible to achieve it because of your body proportion but a girl can dream.

These thoughts only came to you when you were looking into a full length mirror or when you were trying on some purposeful thighter clothes. And right now? You were doing both of those things.

Your hands smoothen the soft fabric on your stomach, looking at yourself in the mirror carefully so there wasn’t any angle that can be missed. You were wearing thight black dress with long sleeves and a V-neck line. Actually the first reason why you pick this dress was for its long sleeves and decent length. The dress was a bit thighter than you remember but it’s also a long time since you pick it up from your closet.

Grimacing at the view, you then glanced at the thick piece of the ribbon on your neck. It hide your scratches perfectly. ‘At least something was good about this outfit’ you thought playing with the decorative rose on the side of your neck.

“Can I look now?”

Turning to the closed door a defated sigh lefts your lips. “Yes.” Watching your blonde friend come in to your room, you quickly admired how the blue dress complimented her figure and skin tone nicely, making you a little bit more self conscious about your own outfit. You didn’t want to compare yourself to her, there wasn’t any jealousy in your friendship but still…

As Mia scanned you from head to toe, her green eyes stopped trailing your figure to meet yours, seeing the emotions you tried so desperately to hide. “What’s wrong?”

For a moment you went quiet, turning back to look at yourself. Even wearing shape wear underneath, it really didn’t do anything to thighten your figure. You hated how jiggly it was, like a loose skin. “I don’t feel good.” Was your answer, you actually wanted to say much more than that.

“And why’s that?”

The lack of emotion in Mia’s voice made you feel stupid about this whole situation. Christ you were a grown woman and this is the biggest of your worries…

“It doesn’t look good on me…I don’t look good in it.”

The blonde shakes her head, sending you a small glare. “Why would you say that? You look amazing, girl.”

Pursing your lips, you watched yourself and your friend through the mirror. “I feel like a ugly girl trying to dress as a pretty one. I just don’t like this on me but I can’t do anything about it, this is only party dress I have! Maybe if I didn’t have hip dips…” Saying that you place her hands on your hips to fill them up, imagining.

“You know I think hip dips look cute.” Shrugs Mia coming to stand directly behind you. “They are like perfect holders for your hands.” Smiling, she than pressed her own hands over yours. “Even Bella Hadid has them!”

“Yeah.” You say, not sure in your answer before looking at your friend though the mirror. “But my name…my name’s not Bella Hadid.”

Mia laughed at your words, watching as you turn around to pose a little for her. “Do I at least look okay? If you would see me out on the streets, like would you think-“

The blonde shushed you softly, making you stop your rambling to look into her green eyes. “You look pretty Y/N, you always do. Yes, you’re bigger and what? Being bigger doesn’t make you any less beautiful, it’s just a stupid beauty standard. I know I’m not the most right person to say this when I’m literally as thin as a spaghetti but even I have insecurities. Everyone does! In the end it doesn’t mater as long as you realize that the only person standing in your way it’s you. Don’t make your insecurities make you.”

Pursing your lips to stop yourself from crying from how much you appreciated her. Seeing and hearing someone say this to you, means a lot when knowing they really meant it. Still there was this feeling that you will ever hear this from her only. God, you can’t even let yourself rest for a moment.

“Trust me when we will do your make-up, it’s gonna fall all together, we’re still not fully done~”

Both smiling softly at each other, you sat down on the bed together where all your makeup was spread out. You watched your friend pick up her sponge and your own foundation which she firstly swatches onto her hand. “Thank you, Mia…” You didn’t even know for what exactly – maybe for everything.

“I know I can’t change your mind~” Dabbing the make up sponge on your face, you pull your curled hair away to give her a better access. “Just remember it, okay?” Whispers the blonde know slightly too caught up in perfecting yours foundation.

You only hummed in a small agreement looking through the lipsticks. You won’t. “I think we should do a red lip.” You think out loud holding a tube of dark red lipstick, rolling it out to see the color in the light.

The blonde gasps in delight. “Oh, yes just the pop of color you need.”

You smiled at her softly. “Love you, Mia.”

“Love you too Y/N.” Laughs softly your friend before looking into your eyes. “This is gonna be our night.”

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A shiver runs down your spine, making you press your crossed arms closer to your chest. You grumble under your breath as your friend also shivers slightly. Mia just wouldn’t let you wear a jacket and you wished, you were more demanding for yourself and even her. The only reason you weren’t wearing one was just because it would ‘ruin’ your outfit. Maybe? But it definitely would made you feel warmer and safer. The last time you were wearing a dress didn’t end up well for you. Atleast you were on a busy street where all the clubs were located. Creeps would definitely be a better choice right now rather than some undead creature but right now you don’t want to think about that. You want to make yourself believe you weren’t actually in any danger that what happened that night will never happen again…well that’s what you hope for.

As you two turn around the left corner, you were meet with a long line of people that almost seemed unreal but after all it was the most popular club in this small city. “I already feel overstimulated and we’re just standing outside. You say to Mia as you make your way through the line, making people’s heads turn. It made you shrink into yourself.

Laughing before smirking, your friend turn to glance back at you. “Overstimulated you say?”

You roll your eyes at her words. “God…”

As the blonde laughed, you finally made it to the end of the line, well more like the beginning. At the main doors stood two bodyguards which one of them was arguing with some man that was probably trying to get inside while the other turned his attention to you. Mia smiled at the man before showing her ID as you pulled out your own, showing it to him. You tried to ignored the angry shouting of the man while the bodyguard moved to let you both in.

“You sure come here often.”

“I don’t actually but I always leave a good impression.” Smirking, the girl follows the sound of music.

Immediately after coming inside, your nose was hit with the smell of alcohol and the sudden warm, humid air made you take a deep breath. The loud bass of Just a Little Bit by 50 cent made your whole body vibrate and you for a moment admired the choice of a song and also that it wasn’t any garbage remix. Some clubs really didn’t know a way around music but you should’ve known better because your friend picked this place. You as for your friend watched how the dim place lightened up in hues of red. This place from where you stood looked huge. On the left side there was a bar and all around the room were tables with quite comfortable-looking sofas and the big dance floor in the middle couldn’t be overlooked. You were impressed.

Turning to Mia, you leaned your head closer to hers. “And who got a taste of that good impression?” Raising an eyebrow the blonde laughed, quickly scanning the crowd.

“That guy over there!” Mia pointed to the bar right where a middle aged man popped up.

You gasp in shock, watching as your friend now went to the same direction she just pointed. “Nooo Mia!”

“He’s actually a sweetheart.” Says your friend, looking over her shoulder at you. “I knew you wouldn’t get it, you always had a thing for pretty boys.” Rolling you eyes, you stayed silent after her remark, knowing that there was no way to talk yourself out of this nonsense or perhaps you agreed with her.

It’s really been a while since you had fun like this. Your constant worrying about the future almost made you forget about the present. There really was more to life than love and you knew that actually better than anyone, your constant chasing after the thing you have always wanted made you blind to see the other joyful things you can have in life. What more could you possibly want when having a friend like Mia. Sometimes you wondered if by having more friends would make you feel less lonely but then you remember that no one could possibly top your one true friend. But you were only human after all and there was nothing to do about the feeling of being unlovable.

Yes, there were people like Mia and her parents than maybe the Johnson’s family you grew to love but would there ever be a person that would be absolutely devoted to you?

Maybe?

You won’t quit fighting for this but maybe it was time for a small break. To be quite frank you don’t know if you even want someone to love you. It became a such fantasy to you that you wouldn’t know what to do if it ever happens. You don’t know if there will ever be person to love you how you wished to be loved. Your whole life was about feeling this unbearable loneliness and it became such a part of you that you were afraid to loose it and even more if it was for the wrong person.

You maybe had too much of red wine, already forgetting how many glasses you actually had. If there was red wine that’s all you would be drinking, completely opposite of your friend who know swallows down another shot of tequila and at that winning another round in the drinking contest she was playing. That girl for sure has livers made of steel. The man at the other side of the table surely didn’t expect this type of stamina from her and you from those ten shots surely would be laying on the floor by now.

Drinking down the last bit of your wine a sudden crave for some nicotine came over you. Stumbling slightly, you lean to whisper into Mia’s ear, well more like shout.

“Hey, I’m going out to get some fresh air, you coming with me?”

“Not know, I’m winning another glass of wine for you that okay?” The blonde didn’t even look up, watching the man on the opposite side of the table now having trouble swallowing his last shot. This calls for alcohol poisoning.

Humming loudly so your friend could hear, you smirked slightly. “Be right back.” Sometimes it surprised you how well you knew her friend. It was a bit hectic and difficult to get through the crowd of people but as you began pushing yourself out rather than asking for permission to make a room for to go through, it was quite easy.

Finally making it outside, you take a big breath of the cold, fresh air. It was more soothing than uncomfortable by the sudden change in temperature but you knew if you would spend enough time outside, you would definitely catch a cold.

Pulling out a cigarette and lighter from between your breasts, you maneuver your way around the few people standing there to stop at the corner of the building. When you took the fist hit from the cigarette, every muscle in your body loosens up. ‘Shit, maybe I’m an addicted little’, you laughed to yourself, leaning onto the brick wall. Maybe it was the alcohol but you actually started to feel that you looked quite good in this dress. Still no one came up to you or anything but that wasn’t really not that important because you are here with your best friend after all. The one person who made you feel good and the one person who actually loved the way you are.

You ran a hand through your hair, cringing when you felt how much your hair was stuck to your neck, the sweat damping and loosening those curls you had put so much time and effort in.

“I’m not gonna let him do that!”

The sudden loudness made you jump. Yes, people around you weren’t really quiet, laughing and chatting loudly and you could still hear the beat of the music from the inside but it was almost like someone had shouted right into your ear. It came right from behind the corner where you were standing. In annoyance from being spooked so easily, you lean over to look and maybe give them a quick nasty look back but as you do that every expression on your face immediately melts away, the smoke from your cigarette getting stuck in your throat.

You were in shock…It couldn’t be…you really must be drunk. But your vision was barely even blurry, so you didn’t have any choice but to believe what you were now seeing.

Your eyes were fixed on two figures standing under the street lamp that give them a spot light, making them perfectly be seen in the darkness. There, right there, just a few feet away from you, stood the sandy haired man, the same man that ripped someone’s heart out from their chest like it was nothing. The one of many reasons, you couldn’t get any good sleep and the man who wanted you dead. Even by seeing him once before now and in almost complete darkness, you knew that it was him and not just a fragment of your imagination. By being so in shock, your almost didn’t see the other man who was talking to him.

That man also had this – alluring aura around him that was luring you to come closer and take a closer look at his perfect pale skin, pink pouty lips and puffy cheeks. If you didn’t know better that he was most definitely also a vampire, you would’ve find him cute. The effect this creatures had over you were frightening but already having a taste of their true nature, you would like to say that it truly wasn’t effecting you that much as it seem to be.

You realized after moments of watching what this meant for you. He was here. ‘God, he must be here somewhere’. You had mixed feelings about this but you most definitely would say that you were scared. How unlucky can you be to get yourself in the situation, you so desperately prayed about not to come true? You shook off those thoughts just as you heard the men’s conversation get louder. You hope that the curiosity won’t kill the cat.

You leaned just a little back behind the brick wall, realizing how much you could be seen from your spot. Frown appeared on your face, watching the blonde man whisper something angrily to the other who seemed to try to keep a calm and collected expression. You got curious even more, thinking why this man was so angry…From the night it seemed that this emotion wasn’t quite uncommon from him but from the other man’s features, you could see that the thing they were talking about was something urgent and even important but you still weren’t close enough to them to hear.

Almost hissing in pain out loud, you felt your forgotten cigarette starting to burn your fingers, seeing that it was at it’s end, you without a second thought, throw it away but just as quickly as it lefts your hand, you wanted to scream at yourself for your idiocy. You threw it right next to you rather than the opposite direction you meant to.

Their conversation stopped the moment the cigarette hit the pavement, the sound like a gunshot because of their better hearing. Without thinking twice you quickly pressed yourself back onto the brick wall, hoping it would swallow you whole. At the exact same moment someone jumps at you.

Gasping out, you wrapped yourself in your arms in a way to protect yourself for what’s probably about to come. Looking up, you expect the worst but you were only met with the face of your best friend and you didn’t know if you should be thankful for her or punch her for her horrible timing. “Y/N, there you are!” Mia said loudly, shaking your shoulders, making you look around, scanning your surroundings. Your friend didn’t seem to catch your uneasiness and you didn’t wonder much why because you could smell the alcohol on her words miles away. ‘How is she even standing?’ “I have surprise for you!”

You frown slightly at her words. “What surprise?”

The blonde rolled her eyes at your unimpressed tone, grabbing your hand to drag you back inside. You felt little bit unsure about this, now knowing who was here with you but you didn’t know how or even what to say to your friend. Maybe you are just exaggerating, looking around yourself as you stepped back inside, the humid air hits you right across your face. There were so many people and also it was getting quite late. Your friend was basically a party animal till the clock hit a certain hour and it was now way past that. Only few more drinks and you will go back home…

Mia stopped suddenly at the middle of the dance floor, getting you both squished between the crowd of people in the process. You glance at her in confusion when you were suddenly released from her tight grip. “Wait….” Your friend said, pointing a finger at you while looking around. “Wait here!” The blonde said, giving you a small look before running away from you through the crowd before you could even think to say anything.

You stood there awkwardly around the moving bodies, little anxious from the situation you were put in. Sometimes you forgot how much you hated big crowds, the bodies squishing you and making you want to curl up into a ball. Also you didn’t want to be left alone right now and your prayers must have been heard because you could see Mia finally getting back to you. Thanks to the high heels and her light hair she shined in the darkness of the room, almost like an angel coming to your rescue.

Just as your friend stops right in front of you, you wanted to ask her what the surprise was but than you hear it…

You laughed in disbelief. “Are you for real?” You said over the music. In answer the blonde grabbed your hand, swinging it side to side as if to make you finally move in the sea of dancing people. You weren’t the only one happy as almost everyone around you started to sing the lyrics of one of your favorite songs. “What, you know the DJ too?” You asked, slowly starting to move into the beat of the music.

“He’s my cousin!”

“What?!” You spit out, laughing.

….That boy is a monster (Mo-mo-mo-monster)

The two of you twirled around each other, laughing in joy. “That boy is a monster~” You sung and finnally you seemed to get the taste of peacefulness you searched for.

“Mo-mo-mo-monster!” Shouted the blonde a little bit unnecessarily as it was almost as loud as the music but it only made you laugh more.

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A smile danced across your lips, the smudged lipstick at the corners of your mouth made your smile even more pronounced, watching your light haired friend skipping just few feet before you. It still was dark, even in the early hours and looking upon the sky, you were a little saddened that the stars weren’t visible. ‘It was probably because of the city’s lights’ It was also a little colder than before and it made your warmer hands pressed more onto your exposed chest. You could feel the sore throat coming.

You and Mia decided to go home after few more drinks, seeing it was enough alcohol and social interactions for the week on. Your fingers spread out across your chest, trying to cover up as much skin as possible, slightly grazing over the ribbon of your necklace. The other reason to go so ‘early’ was because of this uneasy feeling you got after the occurrence on your short smoke break. You really wanted to cry in frustration, feeling yourself thinking about that again. You just can’t be left alone or you would just overthink…

‘Or was this even overthinking?’ You were scared for your literal life and that seems like a good enough excuse. You were so close to him and he…, if you weren’t fast enough he would’ve seen you. The blonde man would look at you with his dark colored eyes and only just by a small glimpse, he would know the truth. Maybe he did see you…and if it wasn’t for your friend, maybe something would’ve happened. You weren’t so sure about being seen inside the club. You are certain that you haven’t seen even one of them inside because they would surely stand out in the crowd, they were too beautiful to not to be seen. As your fingers grazed over your small scars underneath your necklace, you wondered if he was there with them but you quickly tried to shake off that thought.

Maybe your mind was only playing tricks on you. If he really wasn’t there then why are getting this feeling of being followed right now, it was like two pairs of eyes were drilling holes into your head. It was just paranoia or maybe the alcohol but you really started to hate how your friend was getting quite far from you…

“Mia?” You called out, not seeing the need to be any louder than the soft breeze as you two were the only ones on the streets. Well…you hope so.

Your friend stops at the sound of your voice, looking over her shoulder. “Yeah?” The sudden movement made her stumble on her heels and it made you realize how much your own feet were hurting.

“Can I stay the night?” You asked slowly, looking at her from beneath your eyelashes, finally catching up with her.

That question made Mia laugh out loud, slapping you softly over your shoulder. “Girl, I thought we already agreed on that!” Relief washed over you, before chuckling softly at your own words. “You almost gave me a heart attack from the face you made!” Exclaimed the blonde.

“What face?” You said in confusion, trying to reminisce the exact same expression before your friend look at you with a grin.

“Like you you have seen a ghost-“ She imitates Ghostface before laughing loudly like a maniac.

“Oh, my god, I haven’t seen that in sooo long!” You gasped in a sudden burst of excitement.

The blonde shrugged, looking down at you. “Then let’s watch the first three movies together…the night is still young!”

That statement makes you shake your head. ”I don’t think-“ You started before hiccuping suddenly, covering your mouth with your hand. “I don’t know how you want to make that work…”

The blonde raised an eyebrow, looking at you like you said the stupidest thing ever. “I think this will help?” Mia trailed off, pursing her lips before showing three blunts that were hidden in her bra. You laughed again in disbelief. Your friend for sure will never cease to amaze you.

Grabbing one from your friend, you punched her arm, making her squeal dramatically from the force. “Ok, miss ‘smoking is bad for your health’…” The only answer you got back was an eyeroll.

Yeah, the night is still young…

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pretentiousgayguyidk · 6 months ago

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Hey Hi Hello!

I saw your requests are open so here I am!

I was thinking about Ran, Rindou, Hakkai and Mitsuya with an slavic reader? Male preferably could be gn!

Also could I be the 🥟 anon If your making a list?

Feel free to ignore this!

Pre writing thoughts - Yes!! I absolutely can, I've studied a small amount of Russian and Icelandic - but it probably won't be accurate as I'll have to use Google translate to fill the gaps. I hope you enjoy this 🥟 Anon!

Post writing thoughts- Okay... Well, I wasn't expecting to write so much, so I'll have to make other parts for the other characters 😭 but I hope this is good enough considering how long it took. (Also sorry it wasn't gender neutral, I completely blanked on it)

(Name) stuck out like a sore thumb, having moved to Japan half way into the school year; it wasn't often that foreigners moved to the area. The peculiar student had certainly caught Mitsuya's attention, piquing Takashi's curiosity... Well, (Name)'s caught the eyes of everyone not just Mitsuya.

One thing that stood out was (Name)'s accent, the mix of Japanese words with the addition of deep and throaty annociations strange yet amusing; the rolling of his r's and the emphasis of the ch's and k's pointed towards Slavic origins. That note inspired Mitsuya, and in an attempt to make (Name) more comfortable he started researching traditional Slavic clothing.

"What is that?" Yasuda questioned, her brows furrowed in confusion and slight judgement - as the current piece Mitsuya was working on was out of character for him. The red, black, white, and blue fabric stood out against his usual more casual colour choices - and the sketches of geometric embroidery patterns weren't at all like the usual Kanji he used.

Mitsuya sticks his pencil behind his ear, leaning back in his chair earning satisfying pops from his spine; he had honestly been expecting this question and was expecting it to be asked sooner. He gives Yasuda a tired smile, his arms lax as they hang by his sides.

"It's a uh..." He trails off, unsure how to properly pronounce the word - as it was either Russian or Ukrainian, he couldn't tell the difference even with the little research he did - all he knew was that it was a more traditional Slavic outfit. "Byshibanka?"

He felt a tad guilty, even though the certain Slavic student was nowhere near to hear his horrendous mispronunciation; it felt like a dishonor of sorts. Yasuda raises a brow, her hands on her hips as she looks down at her club captain.

"A what?" She asks, knowing for a fact that - one: Mitsuya mispronounced it - and that two: she would never remember to look it up later when she got home.

Mitsuya sits up, running a hand over his short silver hair; his expression filled with exasperation, not at Yasuda but himself.

"It's this like- traditional Russian or... Whatever... Outfit? I wanted to give it to the new guy." He explains, earning a knowing nod from Yasuda - who knew from her first meeting with Mitsuya that he liked guys... Even if Mitsuya didn't know it himself yet.

"Oh... So you like him?"

Mitsuya shrugs, not getting the implication - as it wasn't exactly the norm for guys to date other guys. He had no idea if he liked the new kid, he just wanted to do something nice... It wasn't like he found (Name) interesting or cute.

"I don't know, he seems like a chill guy - I've never talked to him." The teens nonchalant answer only furthered Yasuda's suspicions, she wasn't going to spell it out for Mitsuya just yet; but she was certainly coming up with a scheme.

"Well, I hope he likes it... And hopefully he's actually Russian... You do know there's other countries like that, right?" She narrows her eyes, doubting that Mitsuya actually did enough research; not surprising, many teenagers weren't all that informed of nations outside of Japan and the major powers.

Takashi's eyes widen, shifting away nervously as he realizes that he completely glossed over the fact that there are other Slavic countries; he didn't bother looking at a map or anything, just looked up some traditional clothing.

"I mean- I..." He trails off, glancing down towards the pile of cloth in front of him; he didn't consider looking beyond Russia, and he didn't even know for a fact that the Vyshyvanka was Russian or not. He shrugs, attempting to wash away his own mild concern over what could be a massive mishap. "I'm sure it'll be fine... Right? Maybe he'll appreciate the sentiment?"

"I'm sure he will... Whatever, I'll leave you to finish your little gift." She states, turning to pay attention to some of the other club members.

Mitsuya felt strangely nervous, holding a box in his lap as he waited for (Name) to enter the school gardens, a place where (Name) often stayed for lunch - since he didn't exactly have many people to talk to. Soon enough, the Slavic man rounded the corner; entering the school gardens, taking his place in the corner with his lunch. (Name) didn't even notice Mitsuya, far too focused on his hunger to realize he wasn't alone like usual.

The Japanese teen finally gains his confidence, standing from his spot on one of the benches. His steps were steady, and his expression showed a lack of interest - or rather calm despite his slight anxiety.

"Hey." Mitsuya calls out casually, causing (Name) to jump as he looks up from his food. It probably wasn't a good idea to interrupt someone in the middle of their lunch, but Mitsuya's mind was oddly scrambled when it came to (Name); his usual calm and collected self thrown out the window.

"Eh? Hi?" (Name) replies, glancing away as he rubs his throat; conscious of how he spoke. His accent has always been a problem, especially with the Japanese language; it's earned more than a few strange looks from locals - as if him being visibly not Japanese wasn't enough to earn strange looks on occasion. Yet, Mitsuya didn't seem to mind his accent, in fact - Mitsuya found it endearing.

"So uh... I just wanted to give this to you." Mitsuya states awkwardly, gesturing down to the thin box in his hands; which had his name written on it, which helped (Name) - as he didn't know Mitsuya's name till reading it on the box.

"Yeah? What's the reason?" The Slavic teen questions, shifting in his seat as he sets aside his lunch box; pulling one leg up in an attempt to seem casual - even though he was very confused and suspicious. Mitsuya glances away nervously, rocking back and forth on his heels; a nervous habit he rarely ever felt the need to do.

"It... It's just a little something I made- I just uh... Wanted to... I don't know-" Mitsuya chokes on his words, feeling his heartbeat speed up as his cheeks warm; he felt strangely embarrassed by his reasoning. "I just wanted to help you feel more welcome."

"Ah... Makes sense... I guess." (Name) mumbles, glancing down to the box as he accepts it; his mind racing for any sort of clue as to what this gift could be.

The silence that falls between them grows more and more awkward and uncomfortable by the minute, neither of them knowing what to say in the moment. Finally, Mitsuya mumbles a small goodbye before turning on his heel to leave the garden.

Once Mitsuya was gone, (Name) hesitantly opened the box - his eyes widening at the sight of familiar clothing. He can't help but smile, setting the lid aside as he runs his hand over the embroidered fabric; he wasn't Ukrainian, but he had childhood friends who were - they always leaned towards traditionalism. They often wore vyshyvankas, and some other clothing that (Name) couldn't remember for the life of him... But either way, the sight of the clothes brought back fond memories.

Lifting the clothing from the box (Name) notices something, there wasn't any sort of tag or label printed onto the fabric... Did Mitsuya make this just for him? There was a note at the bottom of the box, which (Name) quickly turned his attention to.

Hey, I just wanted to make you feel more comfortable and welcome here - we Japanese aren't always the nicest to foreigners or whatever. So I did some research and made you this, I hope you like it.

It was such a simple note, but it made (Name)'s heart skip a beat. It wasn't as if Mitsuya had bought him a gift, which would have been greatly appreciated as well... But the fact that Mitsuya made it - well that was a whole other level.

"I'll have to thank him later..."

#male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #fluff #mitsuya x male reader #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya x slavic male reader

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batllethinker · 1 year ago

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Million dollar baby | W.mf + N.rv

Pairing: chubby milf Nat x buff Wanda | fuck buddies carol x wanda

Wc: 5154

Summary: In a time of desperation, broke college student Wanda wanders into a high end bar which is where she meets a woman that could offer her more than she could ever imagine

Warnings: amab Wanda, amab Carol, unprotected sex, breeding, alot of manhandling, sex work (technically??), sub Nat, dom Wanda, switch Carol, thick thighs saves lives, age gap (W-21, N-37), daddy kink, anal, semi/public sex, degradation, football captain Carol™️, oral, doggy all around because I can't write anything else apparently, praise, degradation | 18+ mdni

Translations:

Папочка-daddy

котелок-kitten

малышка - babygirl

принцесса - princess

Being a full time student and working part time does nothing to put a dent in Wandas' massive college debt, which is also what she always complains to her friends about.

"You could always get a sugar mommy, there's no way that wouldn't work." Wanda rolled her eyes as Carol gave her a look and shrugged, while her other friends looked away, trying their best to avoid the situation.

The brunette leaned back in her seat as she contemplated Carols' suggestion, she realistically knew that it wasn't a bad proposition as several of her friends had gone and done exactly that. It was just that Wanda hated the idea of leaning on someone like that.

She startled when Carol suddenly grabbed both of her hands and stared into her eyes, and Wanda knew that she would try to convince her once again.

"There's this bar uptown, very famous for picking up those type of women, just give it a try!" The blonde smiled brightly at her as Wanda raised an eyebrow, slowly mulling over the information.

It took a mere minute until she decided that, yes, she would give this whole thing a try, what's the worst that could happen, right?

Wanda nodded to herself and Carol lit up even more when she figured out her answer, jumping triumphantly as the younger woman rolled her eyes playfully.

"You won't regret this!" The others sat with them snickered, clearly amused with the whole ordeal as Wanda sighed and rose from her seat, her mind focusing on the night she had before her.

"I'll tell you all about it tomorrow" Wanda shot Carol a pointed look, who pumped her fist in excited, shouting a hell yeah, which garnered her a few looks while the brunette snickered as she walked back to her dorm room.

Wanda sighed before going through her closet for anything that wasn't cheap, 'dress to impress', she just needed a semi formal outfit.

'There you are!' She excitedly pulled forth a black button up, it was form fitting and highlighted her best assets, tight around her biceps and breast, something she always loved to show off. The brunette paired the shirt with tan dress pants, they were baggy enough to hide her bulge, if she were to go without attention that is.

Wanda sighed as she checked the clock and realized that it was way too early to go to a bar, no one really goes to a bar mid-evening.

'Alright, guess I'll just get ready for two hours??' She placed her clothes on the bed before walking into the bathroom, heaving another heavy sigh as she stared at herself in the mirror for a moment.

She was nowhere close to self-concious, Wanda knew how to use her assets to her advantage, how to make girls fall for her charm, how to make sure that her needs are always met in whatever way she seems fit.

She was strong, her muscles flexing with every movement and she always made a point to show them off. Wanda knew that she was big, bigger than average in fact, and she knew how to please a woman, how to fuck them until they were nothing but a drooling mess. She loved it.

The tall woman shook her head to clear her head before pulling her clothes off, hands brushing against her happy trail in the process, another feature she knew women loved.

Wanda took one last look in the mirror before stepping into the shower, the warm water instantly making her relax, she stood under the stream for a good few minutes, letting herself revel in the pure serenity of her shower before thoroughly scrubbing herself of off any filth, and making sure that she smelt and looked as good as she could.

Which also meant going through her extensive skincare routine, and putting on the minimal makeup she's comfortable doing. Wanda spent extra time just putting her clothes on and slicking her hair back, making sure that the night wouldn't fail.

The time finally came when the clock hit 7pm and her uber arrived, her wariness started dissipating once she stepped out of the car and stood outside of the bar. There was a black, classy sign that spelled out "midnight rose", Wanda stood there for a moment before shrugging and walking in.

To her surprise, the bar was barely filled but she could distinctly make out a good few older women. The atmosphere was nice, she could just feel the class in the air, and she did not fit in.

As she stepped further into the bar she could feel eyes on her, several eyes but she paid no mind as she continued towards the bar, and took a seat, quickly casting a glance towards the women seated a few stools away from her only to see them already watching her. There were three of them but one in particular caught her attention, her curled red hair, painted red lips and short black dress that showed off thick thighs, heavy breast and the most perfect stomach, her rolls visible through the dress. Yeah, Wanda wanted her.

Wanda quickly ordered a drink before making her way over to the women, and focusing in on the redhead, a small smirk forming when she noticed the other two giggling before moving to another table.

She sent a charming smile to the now alone woman, before asking if it was okay for her to sit down to which Wanda got an enthusiastic 'yes' to. The younger woman smiled to herself as she sat down, 'so far so good' before turning her attention to the other woman.

"I'm Wanda" The redhead hummed as Wanda took a sip from her drink, and she didn't even bother to hide the way her eyes followed the movement of Wandas' tongue as she licked off the excess liquid from her lips.

"Oh, I, I'm uhm Natasha" The brunette did not even bother her satisfaction with the effect she was already having, or how happy she was with how nervous Nat was.

"Natasha, huh? what a pretty name" Natasha blushed, just hearing her name coming from Wanda was enough for her to feel a carnal need she hadn't felt in years.

"I- thank you" Wanda smiled warmly at her, hiding her desires as she leaned closer, slowly surrounding Natasha in every sense but not doing anything too bold knowing that her friends were still watching.

"So, Natasha, tell me about yourself." The older woman nodded quickly, knowing that it would help turn her mind away from the burning ache in between her legs.

"Oh, I'm 38, just became a mom of the cutest little baby! He's truly the light of my life, and I'm a CEO, it's very stressful but I have the most amazing support system" Natashas' whole face lit up as she talked about her son, and Wanda found it way too endearing.

"That's amazing, it really does seem like you have a good support system" Wanda cast a glance at the two friends who were not-so-subtly looking at them.

Natasha noticed it, ofcourse and laughed brightly, leaning forward and giving Wanda a good view of her cleavage in the process. The brunette couldn't help but stare for a moment before meeting the older womans eyes again.

"What about you?" Wandas eyebrows raised in surprise, she never talks with anyone enough to get to this stage, or no one has cared enough to ask.

"I'm a full time student, I work part time at a convenience store too, you know trying to pay off the college debt I will have until I die" The student playfully rolled her eyes as Natasha nodded in understanding.

Wanda hoped Natasha wouldn't find out her ulterior motive, she didn't want to use Nat for her money, she already had a stressful enough life.

"Do you have anyone to help you with that?" The brunettes' eyes raised in surprise again, this night couldn't be going better.

"I don't.." Natasha nodded thoughtfully, she had more than enough money and this woman clearly needed it more than her, and she wouldn't mind being in affairs with Wanda.

"Do you want me to help you?" Wanda opened her mouth to protest, but she did need the money, and the expectant look on Natashas' face made her rethink.

"I, yes. Thank you, Natasha!" The brunette smiled brightly, over the moon at the revelation of the night. She leaned even closer to the redhead, her hands gripping onto Natashas', she noted in the process how much bigger her hands were than the older womans', it was nice.

Wanda looked at her with an intensity that made Natasha flush and her hands sweat, this woman made her nervous, her strong hands held hers in a vice grip, the redhead chanced a glance to their hands. Wandas' hands were noticeably bigger than hers, slender and veiny.

The older womans' breath caught in her throat as she met Wandas' eyes, her nerves coming back full time when she noticed the dark look in her eyes.

"Wanda.." Natasha felt breathless, her thighs pressing together in pure need and she knew that Wanda felt it too judging by the way she adjusted in her seat.

"fuck.." It was groaned out, Wandas' voice taking on a much huskier tone, her accent all the more prominent. "Natasha, can we get out of here?"

The redhead nodded quickly, more than ready for what's about to come. Nat kept her hand in the younger womans' as she led her to the restroom, deciding that she did not have the patience for a car ride.

A surprised gasp left her when Wanda pressed up against her, her bulge clear against Natasha as she rubbed against the older woman, not even bothering to hide her desires.

The brunette let out a heady groan, loving the way her fingers sunk into Natashas' waist when she not-so-carefully maneuvered the shorter womans' body to face hers.

Natasha looked up at her with wide viridescent eyes, a burning desire playing in them and Wanda couldn't hold herself back from surging forward and kissing the other woman.

Wanda moaned in delight as their lips met, and the older woman immediately let her take control of the kiss. She smiled into the kiss when Natasha didn't even put a fight when she pushed her tongue into the redheads mouth.

The brunette delighted in the way Natasha felt against her as her hands started moving, sliding up her stomach and squeezing her boobs before one hand wrapped around her throat to push Natasha back against the sink.

The redhead pulled away with a delighted gasp, her chest heaving as Wanda lifted her up onto the counter, pushing her dress up in the process and Natasha has never been more turned on.

"Oh fuck, you look so good like this" Wanda was becoming breathless and knew she couldn't waste anymore time being outside of Natasha. The younger woman used one hand to unbuckle and pull her cock out, and the other to free the redheads breast from her dress with a certain desperation.

Natashas' head fell back against the wall when the taller woman rubbed her tip against her entrance, Wandas' head dipped forward to wrap her lips around one of the redheads' nipples.

The older woman moaned deeply, her eyes squeezing shut as Wanda pushed into her, Natashas' breath faltered when inch after inch filled her up. Natasha held her breath until she could feel Wandas' hips pressed against her and the resounding groan from the younger woman.

The brunette continued to suckling on Natashas' nipple as she let the woman adjust to the intrusion. Wandas eyes widened in surprise when a warm, sweet liquid flowed into her mouth but it did nothing to make her less desperate.

Wanda finally started fucking her, the woman was in no hurry as she kept her pace slow enough to take in every sensation that Natasha was giving her.

The younger woman placed one final kiss on her nipple before switching to the other, eagerly suckling on Natasha as a deep, satisfied moan left her. Wanda finally picked up the pace when the redhead gripped her head and forced the taller womans head further into her chest.

It wasn't long until Wanda took on a much rougher pace, her hands tightly gripping Natashas' hips as the sound of their mixed moans and skin slapping together filled the confined space.

"Fuck baby, you're going to make me cum like this" Wanda had stopped her slight assault on Natashas' boobs in favor of burying her face in the older womans neck, occasionally placing kisses and bite marks there as she brought them both closer to their impending orgasms.

The redhead moaned loudly at that, the mere idea of Wanda cumming in her pushed her closer to the edge, her hips moving to meet the younger womans every thrust, desperate for her release.

"I can feel how close you are, cum for daddy, doll" Natasha moaned loudly and nodded desperately as she fell apart for Wanda, who follows shortly after, the feeling of the older womans walls convulsing around her was all she needed.

"That's it, such a good girl" Wanda held the woman close as she rode out her orgasm fully, the two holding each other close as they caught their breath. It took a few more minutes until the brunette decided to pull out, smiling subtly at the sight of her cum dripping out of Natasha.

The redhead watched as Wanda grabbed a paper towel and dampened it in the sink before turning back to her. The younger woman carefully cleaned her up before helping her of off the counter and adjusted her dress.

"Thank you, Natasha, really" The taller woman had her hands on Natashas' waist as she stared down at her, her eyes shining with pure happiness and the redhead could feel herself melt.

"You don't have to thank me, sweetie" Natasha smiled up at her, and placed her hands on Wandas' shoulders, ignoring just how muscular they were and how much she wanted to explore the younger womans' body for the moment.

Wanda tilted her head in contemplation, she owed the other woman more than she could put into words but she also wasn't the one holding the reigns.

"Alright, but I'm still very thankful for you" Natashas smile widened at that, and she couldn't help but lean up to kiss the other woman, who eagerly kissed her back. The older woman kept the kiss short and sweet, not wanting to get swept up in it.

The redhead reluctantly pulled back only for Wanda to roughly pull her body against her own, making Natasha gasp as she felt just how firm she was.

"Wanda..I have to get back" it was said in a mere whisper, and Natasha made no move to let go of the brunette but Wanda nodded in understanding nonetheless.

"Give me your phone." Natasha nodded and pulled her phone up and handed it over to the other woman, who took it and put in her contact as 'Папочка <3' before texting herself from the number.

"So, now we can figure out the details" Wanda gave her a tight smile as she handed the older woman her phone back, her smile widening when she noticed the way Natasha blushed at the name she gave herself.

"Get back to your friends котелок, we'll see eachother soon, okay?" Natasha looked at her with wide eyes and the taller woman could tell that she didn't really want to.

"Yeah...okay" The redhead nodded, psyching herself up to see her overly pretentious friends again.

Wanda smiled softly at her and pressed a parting kiss to her forehead before walking them both out of the restroom to make sure that Natasha made it back to her friends while she made her way out of the bar to wait for her uber.

That night Wanda fell asleep with thoughts surrounding Natasha and with a smile on her face. When she woke up the next morning she had $200 transferred to her account and a 'thank you for last night' from the older woman.

She smiled at the message and shot back a 'thank you, котелок' along with a picture of her still in bed, nothing more than a cropped tank top and boxers adorning her body, both her muscles and bulge on display for Natasha.

The older woman did not reply right away but Wanda knew that she had seen her message, a small smirk playing on her lips when she received a 'when can we see eachother again?'.

Wanda didn't reply until she had gotten herself ready for class, just letting Natasha sit in her own desperation.

'I don't get off until 8pm but you can pick me up if you want' the younger woman had a busy day ahead of her, her morning filled with classes and her evening filled with work.

Natasha responded a minute later with a 'I'll see you then', the younger woman smiled down at her phone as she made her way to her friends, only to see that Bucky and Kate were the only ones there.

The brunette sat down on the bench opposite her friends, making sure to save the spot next to her for Carol, who happened to arrive a mere minute later.

Wanda smiled brightly at the blonde and opened her arms for Carol to jump into, to which she pressed her back against Wandas' chest as the brunette wrapped her arms around the other womans waist, fingers teasingly running along the waistline of her jeans.

Carol smirked up at her, and Wanda knew what that meant but instead decided to take her time, placing a lingering kiss to the junction of the taller womans' neck.

The blonde whined in annoyance, practically vibrating against Wanda as she waited for the younger woman to tell her all about her rendezvous.

"Come on, Wanda, just tell me!" The shorter woman chuckled and scratched Carols waist in warning.

"She's so fucking hot and god, she was such a fucking slut, couldn't even wait to take me home, I just had to take her in the bathroom and she took my cock like she was made for it." Wanda chuckled at the other womans very obvious boner as Carols breath faltered while their other friends groaned out an "get a room"

The brunette smirked and whispered a "if you're really good, I might take care of your little predicament for you" as Carol shivered against her.

The two didn't even notice as Bucky and Kate left, muttering something about them being "too much", which Wanda paid no mind to as she placed more wet kisses onto the blondes neck.

"We should get out of here." Carol let out a shuddering breath and nodded, carefully standing up but almost too mindful of her painful boner as she adjusted herself the best she could.

Wanda followed shortly after, placing a guiding hand on the blondes lower back as she walked them to her dorm. The shorter woman playfully slapped Carols ass, smirking in satisfaction as the other woman jumped in surprise, a small yelp leaving her at the pure force of it.

"Strip and get on the bed, on your stomach ass up" The taller woman nodded and gave a cheeky grin as she started getting rid off her clothes, Carol laid down on the bed, smirking to herself when Wanda adjusted her position, her hands gripping Carols cheeks, the brunette smirked when she noticed the blue jeweled plug that was pushed inside of her ass.

"You wanted this, didn't you?" Wanda chuckled when Carol whined, a small nod following shortly after.

The shorter woman took a moment to take in the sight before her, before taking ahold of the base and pulling out until the widest part was stretching the rim. Carol moaned when the brunette pushed the plug into her again before pulling it all the way out.

"You ready for me, baby?" Wanda smirked at the way the blonde pushed back against her, and the way she whined with every minute the brunette was outside of her.

The younger woman grabbed ahold of the base of her cock and slowly pushed her way into Carol, a low satisfied moan leaving her as she pushed further and further into the taller woman.

The blonde moaned loudly when Wanda finally bottomed out, her ass pushed against the other womans pelvis as Wanda let her adjust to the stretch.

Wanda slowly pulled out before thrusting forward with a force the blonde still was not used to, Carols entire body being forced forward with every thrust the younger woman forced upon her.

The blondes' loud moans were slightly muffled by the cheap dorm mattress as her face was pushed into it, even then Wanda could clearly hear her pleads for more.

The brunette smirked as she reached around Carol and wrapped her hand around her cock in a vice grip, laughing as the older womans' hips immediately moved forward into her hand.

"You gonna cum for me, cap?" The blonde moaned loudly at that, and nodded desperately as Wanda jerked her off.

"Cum then, slut" Carol did so without a second thought, hips stilling as spurts after spurts of cum land on the mattress, finally able to catch her breath as Wandas' also stilled.

"Now you just gotta make daddy cum" The older woman let out a deep breath as Wanda pulled out of her and turned her onto her back.

The shorter woman kneeled over her, perfectly lining herself up with Carols' awaiting mouth before pushing herself in, a low, satisfied moan leaving her as she's surrounded by the captains' awfully skilled mouth.

Wanda carelessly grabbed onto the back of the older womans head to get the leverage she needed to properly fuck her mouth.

"That's it, such a good cock sucker" Carol moaned quietly around her, her own hips jerking up into nothingness as she let Wanda use her.

The brunette came with one last thrust and a satisfied groan, smiling tiredly as Carol gagged around her.

Wanda caressed the other womans cheek with a small smile as she pulled out.

The brunette tapped Carols cheek with two fingers, giving a slightly apologetic smile as she got herself dressed.

"Not to fuck and dump but-" Carol rolled her eyes with a small smirk, the younger woman did this every single time and she didn't necessarily mind, it wasn't one sided either.

"Yeah, I know, I'll get going" Wanda gave her a bright smile and a kiss to her cheek as Carol got herself dressed, and walked out of the room with a small limp to her step.

The brunette watched with a small smirk, before giving herself a once over and making her way to the local convenience store she worked at.

Deciding to text Natasha, and lowkey hoping for a little something in her messages. 'Hey, I might get off earlier today, pick me up at 6? Ps. I miss you :)'

Natasha surprisingly responded straight away, her excitement exuding from her words alone. 'Hi! Yes, I can do that 😊' followed closely by a 'I miss you too, daddy'

Wanda smirked down at her phone, more than happy with how their arrangement was working out.

As the student made her way into the store with a smile she usually wouldn't wear to work, but she couldn't bring herself to wipe it off of her face.

Steve, her coworker, gave her an odd look as she walked up to the cash register. "What's up with you today?" Wanda dropped her smile, and scowled at him.

"Can't a girl be happy, old man" The blonde man playfully rolled his eyes, not too fond but used to the nickname given by practically all of his coworkers.

"She can but you usually aren't, especially not during your shifts" Wanda chuckled, nodding in admittance.

"I'm getting my dick wet, twice" The younger woman laughed when Steves face scrunched up in disgust.

"Don't tell me that! I didn't need to know that!" Wanda only laughed harder as the blond half-heartedly glared at her.

"You asked so you can't really blame me" The brunette shrugged as Steve let out a heavy sigh, hoping to completely erase the vision Wanda gave him out of his mind.

"Just get to work, please" The man pleaded, which just made Wanda laugh even more, knowing that she had nothing to do.

"I work at the register and there's literally no-one here" She gave him a pointed look and it was his turn to shrug, giving her a somewhat innocent look.

"You know you could just let me go home, you work fantastically alone and I would be able to see my girl" Steve sighed once again, knowing that he wouldn't need any help but he also would get in big trouble if he just let Wanda go.

"Just work your shift, it's not even that long" Wanda sighed in experation but didn't say anything further, deciding that she could endure those few hours of her shift.

Her shift was uneventful to say the least, her costumers consisting of five people in total and Wanda could die of boredom. The promise of seeing Natasha again was the only thing that kept her going.

Natashas wide grin was the first thing she noticed as she stepped through the main entrance and she could barely hold herself back from barreling herself into the older woman.

She wrapped her strong arms around the older woman, Wanda lifted Natasha up in the air, relishing in the way the other woman wrapped her thighs around her waist as she spun her around in the air. The brunette shoved her face into Natashas chest, loving the way she's surrounded by pillowy softness as Nat giggles above her.

The shorter womans face is flushed red when Wanda sets her down on the ground again and the brunette grins at her, eyes dark with lust even as her smile is bright.

No words are needed as the two of them step into Natashas car, the fanciest car that Wanda has been in by far and the younger woman gives herself a moment to appreciate it.

The redhead glanced at her for a moment before starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. Wanda spent the entire time watching her, her hand tightly gripping Natashas' thigh, just barely holding herself back from moving her hand higher.

"Fuck, I've missed this body" it was groaned out in a dark rasp, and Natasha couldn't hold back her gasp as the grip on her thigh tightened to something painful.

"Wanda.." The younger woman only hummed in reply, way too distracted by how Natasha looked in her tight, low cut t shirt and short skirt.

"That's not my name, принцесса" The redhead let out a breath in an attempt to calm herself down.

"Daddy...please, we're almost home" Wanda groaned in annoyance and grabbed her free hand, placing it right on her bulge.

"Baby, please, I need you" Natasha let out a quiet whine at that, her hand tightening around Wanda and her own thighs clenching together.

The redhead let out a quiet sigh of relief as she pulls up into her driveway, her now free hand coming to grab Wandas in a pathetic attempt to stop her.

"Let's take this inside, please" The younger woman hummed in conteplation, knowing very well that she'd take Natasha anywhere anytime.

"Inside, now." The redhead grinned in pure exhilaration, hand already grabbing for Wandas as the younger woman pressed up against her back, her other hand rubbing up and down her thigh before settling on her waist, their joined hands resting against Natashas belly.

The walk inside seemed endless, and was somewhat of a struggle as Wanda just refused to let go of her.

The both of them sighed in relief as they stepped into Natashas bedroom and Wanda detached herself from her.

"Strip. Now" Natasha gulped in what could only be anticipation as she undressed, avoiding the brunette's intense gaze the best she could.

Wanda groaned in pure lust as she was met with the sight of the older womans nude body, and she knew she couldn't keep herself from fucking Natasha any longer as she made quick work on undressing herself.

"On your hands and knees" Natasha nodded, barely holding back her whimper as she settled into position on her bed. Wanda following closely behind as she settled right against her with a satisfied sigh.

The younger woman drug her cock through her pussy, just far enough to bump against her clit before pushing into the velvety heat she had dreamt about all day.

Wanda moaned in satisfaction as she was finally sheated inside of the redhead, letting herself savour the feeling of Natasha.

When she started moving again it was with a hand in the older woman's hair and one tightly gripping her waist, fingers sinking into plush softness.

Her thrusts are aggressive and she's pushing Natashas' face further into the mattress with each thrust, her hips meeting her ass each and every time, making it jiggle and Wanda could not look away.

Natashas moans were music to her ears and she could not get enough, and she would not muffle them either. Using the handful of hair she pulled the shorter woman up against herself.

"You sound so fucking pretty for me" The redheads responding moan was the lewdest Wanda had heard her, and fuck, she was about ready to cum on the spot.

The brunette wrapped the hand that was once in Natashas hair to her throat, pressing down enough to give her that heady feeling as she moved the other down to rub her clit in tight circles.

The older woman moaned loudly, her hips jerking in uneven motions against her as she tried to get herself off.

Wanda could feel the woman tightening around her, and she knew that Natasha wouldn't need much more to cum.

"Cum for daddy, котелок" Natashas moan bordered on a scream as she tensed in the younger womans arms, letting her orgasm wash over her with a relieved moan of Wandas name.

Wanda let the feeling of Natasha cumming around her bring her to her own orgasm, her hips stilling as she filled the redhead to the brim with her cum, the both of them milking eachother on.

The younger woman groaned quietly as they both came down from their highs, Wanda pressed a kiss against her shoulder blade before shifting them both to lay down on the kingsized bed.

"Can I stay in you?" Natashas eyes widened in surprise but still nodded shyly, seemingly embarrassed by the question but Wanda grinned widely at her and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek.

#wandanat #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #carol danvers #maxivers #daddy wandas cap #cas writes #million dollar baby au

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Pairings: Serial Killer Wanda Maximoff x Reader & Photographer Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Blood lots of it, Multiple Murders, Sadism, Knife, Knife Marking, Scars, Stalking, Height Difference, Age Difference, Dark Wanda, Mentions Of Kidnapping, Jealousy & Manipulation

Pet Names/Nicknames: Honey, Darling & Detka

Word Count: 2,177

A/N: Decided to write it on this account because it's part of my Serial Killer AU!!! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Y/N worked hard to get the perfect job in the city. It was her dream job and it was fulfilling to finally achieve it. Little did she know that she had an admirer. A brunette haired woman that had emerald green eyes was her admirer. Her name was Wanda Maximoff and she was a photographer. Well not really it's just her cover for what she really does. Wanda was a Serial Killer and she went by the name Scarlet Killer. She would visit Y/N at the cafe she worked at every single day with her usual outfit. A dark grey baseball cap and sunglasses. Wanda would always get a cup of steaming hot tea and a blueberry muffin.

Wanda had a peculiar fascination with Y/N and she was enamored with her beauty and perfection. She was sure that Y/N was meant for her and she was determined to make her hers one day. Wanda had worked hard researching and observing Y/N's movement and she knew her schedule like the back of her hand. Everywhere Y/N went Wanda would follow in the shadows. Even when she was going home Wanda would follow. Wanda would take multiple photos of Y/N and would always put them up in a room in her house. The room that has all the photos usually stays locked whenever a family member or her friends are over. Other than that she spends all her time in that room looking at the photos. Since Wanda lives right next to Y/N she can easily take tons of pictures.

Wanda went as far as getting to know Y/N's friends on the internet. Even though she was a photographer to the outside world she was invisible. She didn't take pictures of people but instead she took pictures of Nature and all the animals that lived in it.

Lately though Y/N has been going on dates with a couple men or women. But they've all ended in a disaster even if the two were hitting it off. Each time she went out on a date, she'd come home feeling troubled the guys or girls had suddenly changed and had become cold. What was more confusing to her was that they would never talk to her again, no matter what. Unknown to her Wanda would follow her on her dates and get jealous causing Wanda to use her to mind control them after every date to never speak to Y/N again. It happened more than 10 times and Y/N gave up on dating for awhile after her last one was a complete disaster.

Every time she kills one of her victims she would either mind control them to kill themselves or kill them with her magic. Every victim she has killed will always have a trail of Scarlet veins down their body. It's how she got her name as the Scarlet Killer. Sometimes she'd rip her victims' hearts out depending on who it was. She's sadistic and loves to see the horror on her victims faces when she kills them. She mostly uses her powers to kill but sometimes she'd use her engraved knife to kill them. She has a mask that covers her whole face except her emerald green eyes that would glow red. The mask she wears is black and has scarlet designs on it.

Today was no different. Wanda had walked into the cafe Y/N worked at and walked up to the cashier that was standing there waiting. The girl smiled and Wanda frowned because Y/N was usually the one to take her order like always. "The usual Miss. Maximoff" the girl said causing Wanda to snap out of it. "Uh yeah to go quick question though where's Y/N at" Wanda said and the girl looked up before frowning. "She called in sick today she said she wasn't feeling well" the girl said and Wanda's frown deepened. "Will it be for here like usual as well" the girl said and Wanda shook her head as she gave the girl a 20 dollar bill. "No it'll be to go and keep the change" Wanda said and the girl smiled before nodding her head. Wanda walked off to the side as she was deep in thought. How did she not know Y/N was sick. Was she lying about being sick. Or was she actually sick and Wanda had no clue. "Miss. Maximoff" someone called out for the tenth time causing Wanda to snap out of it. She turned around and saw a man standing there holding out a small bag and a plastic cup with Wanda's steaming hot tea in it. "Oh thank you" Wanda said as she took the two items before leaving quickly.

She got into her Red Buick lacrosse before backing out and driving away from the cafe. She arrived home a couple minutes later and parked in her driveway. She got out of her car before locking it. She looked over to her right to see no car parker in the driveway causing her to be even more confused. She looked around before walking across Y/N's lawn and walking up the front porch. She was about to knock but decided to use her magic to unlock the door instead. Scarlet magic flowed out of her hand as her eyes glowed. She heard a click before pushing the door open. She shut the door open and locked it before walking through the sunlit house looking for Y/N. She made her way up the stairs and down the small hall before stopping in front of a closed down. Her mind told her just to throw the door open but she didn't want to wake Y/N up if she was in there still sleeping. She opened the door quietly before shutting it behind her. As she looked up her gaze immediately landed on Y/N who was still sound asleep in nothing but underwear and an oversized shirt. The blankets were a complete mess and a pillow was laying on the floor. Wanda used her magic to fix the bed up before slowly walking over. She loomed over Y/N and smiled softly before sighing. "You have no idea how badly I want you detka, I wish I could just take you far away from here where no one will find you and just have you all to myself" Wanda muttered out as she reached out but stopped. Wanda's gaze traveled down Y/N's body. "I just want to mark you up so people know who you belong to" Wanda whispered a little louder. She stood up and looked around the room. "Every time I saw you on a date it made me so fucking jealous" she hissed out as she careful sat on the edge of the bed making sure not to wake you up.

Wanda made her knife appear and ran her fingers over the designs on the handle. She had to fight off the urge to mark Y/N right now so she stood up quickly before getting her camera out. She took a picture totally forgetting the flash was on causing her to panic when Y/N started waking up. Right when Y/N opened her eyes Wanda disappeared in a flash. Y/N looked around her room when she sat up frowning as she scratched her head before falling back onto her bed. Meanwhile Wanda appeared in her living room her heart pounding like crazy. Her mind was racing with thoughts on if Y/N caught her.

It had been a couple days since then and Wanda had to make sure that Y/N didn't see her. Wanda was in an alley tonight watching as a man's life flash before his eyes. "Please I do anything please let me go" he shouted and Wanda looked at him with her glowing eyes causing him to gulp in fear. "I don't have time for this I need to be somewhere, give me what I want and I might just let you go" Wanda growled out as she watched the man struggle against her magic. "I don't know what you're talking about please" he shouted out and Wanda huffed before she pushed herself off the wall. She walked up to the man before looking down at his chest. "If you don't tell me I'll rip out your heart" Wanda said in her Sokovian accent. Wanda looked up to see the man staring at her in fear. She sighed before using her magic and ripping the man's heart out causing him to scream out before he fell limp on the ground. Blood had splattered across Wanda's mask as she crushed the man's heart.

She lifted her mask up but froze when she heard a crash. She looked over to see Y/N on the ground staring up at her in horror before looking back to see the guy's veins glowing. Y/N stood up quickly before backing away as Wanda pulled her mask down and started stalking towards Reader. Y/N grabbed a glass bottle that was near her before throwing it at Wanda who quickly used her powers to stop it before slamming it against the brick wall. Wanda watched as Y/N almost tripped causing her to smirk. Y/N turned around before running out of the alleyway. "Running will only make it worse Hon I love a good chase" Wanda shouted loudly causing chills to run down Y/N's spine.

Y/N continued to run down the deserted street before Wanda appeared in front of her causing her to scream out. "W-wanda please don't kill me" Y/N stuttered out as Wanda tilted her head to the side before taking her mask off. "Now why would I kill a pretty girl such as you darling" Wanda said in her thick accent. Y/N looked around before looking back at Wanda who was staring at her. "Why are you doing this" Y/N said and Wanda didn't say anything all she did was grab Y/N and vanish.

The two appeared in Wanda's living room. Wanda let go of Y/N's arm before throwing her mask onto the chair. "Wanda answer me what the hell has gotten into you" Y/N shouted causing Wanda to glare at her. "Shut up I'm doing this for your own good" Wanda growled out as her eyes glowed. Y/N was about to speak but Wanda took a step forward. "You belong to me and only me none of those men or women would be able to take care of you like I would" Wanda said and Y/N backed up into the coffee table causing her to wince. "I don't belong to anybody" Y/N shouted causing Wanda to smirk before tilting her head. "Why don't we make it true than" Wanda said as her knife appeared in her hand causing Y/N's eyes to widen in shock. Before Y/N could try and run Wanda grabbed Y/N by the arm and yanked her forward. Wanda placed the tip of her knife under Y/N's chin before tilting Y/N's head back so they were looking directly into each other's eyes. "Listen here Y/N, if you let me mark that pretty body of yours with my knife so everyone will know who you belong to I won't kill your family or friends but if you don't I won't hesitate to kill every last one of them" Wanda said causing Y/N to tear up. "Y-you wouldn't" Y/N said causing Wanda to let out a dark chuckle. "Oh Honey you know what I'm capable of you've seen me on TV and just a while ago you know I'm dangerous" Wanda said and Y/N let out a sob as she collapsed to the ground with Wanda still holding onto her arm.

Wanda listened to Y/N's thoughts race like crazy. She clutched her knife tightly making her knuckles go white. "I know what you're thinking, I suggest you just give in now or you know what the consequences will be" Wanda said and Y/N looked up with tear stained cheeks before nodding her head. Wanda smirked as she yanked Y/N up before shoving her against the wall.

Wanda watched as Y/N slept soundly in her bed looking at the freshly cut scars on Y/N's shoulder and waist. Her Initials were carved into Y/N's waist as for her initials for her killer name were on Y/N's shoulder. She looked up at Y/N's tear stained face before smiling softly before leaning down and kissing Y/N's cheek. Y/N had passed out awhile ago due to the pain that was inflicted on her body by Wanda's knife. Wanda slowly got off of Y/N before walking into her bathroom to clean up. Her dream of making Y/N finally her's had come true and she'd never let anything happen to her.

Taglist: @red1culous & @natashaismylove

#Wanda Maximoff x Reader #Wanda Maximoff #Scarlet Witch #Dark Wanda Maximoff #Serial Killer Wanda Maximoff #Wanda Bear My Precious Witch ❤️🌹#river's serial killer au #Lesbian

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winniemaywebber · 6 months ago

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Honeysuckle Rose • Part 2

part one part three

masterlist

olive's playlist

taglist: @sagesolsticewrites @ginabaker1666 @archival-hogwash

Wheeling her two large suitcases down the winding country road, her nose twitches. The all too familiar smell that she'd long forgotten of the nearby cow farm attacked her nostrils with such vigor that it took everything in her to not gag. Nostrils accosted for the first time in years by that godawful smell, Olive gained some composure as she pulled open the still creaky gate of her grandmother's cottage.

The gate, taken by the rough breeze of the countryside, clicked back into place suddenly, causing Olive to jump. Even before she has made the ascent up the garden path to reach the front door, Joan has started to make her way down to greet her.

Joan, the lady that had been helping Grandma Pearl since her first fall eighteen months ago, was a tall, stocky woman that took no shit from anybody, especially not Pearl. No matter how many times Grandma was rude, cranky, and downright mean, Joan stuck by her because she just loved taking care of her so much. She looks different than Olive remembers, her round, apple like cheeks having lost their usual blush, but instead, look gray and sunken in. She's lost her plushness, and she stands in an all black outfit, a total change from her usual bold outfit choices of tie dye, purple denim and, what Grandma liked to call “circus attire.”

“Joan!” Olive greets brightly, opening her arms for an awkward hug. Joan hugs back so tight that it draws the breath from Olive's lungs, and she finds herself gasping for air, patting her shoulder as a sign to let go. “Jesus, Joan,” she murmurs under her breath.

“I'm so sorry to hear about Alfred,” Olive says, voice back up to normal volume. “He was such a kind man.”

“Thank you, dear,” she replies, her eyes glistening with tears. “I miss him terribly…” her voice trails off, wistfully and she comes back to the conversation a few seconds later. “I'm so happy you're here. I really am grateful for you coming at such short notice like this.”

“Oh, of course!” Olive says, shrugging as if it was nothing.

“I just need time to get everything in check,” she sniffs, leading you into the house. “Who'd have thought that planning a funeral would be so stressful?”

Olive titters, trying to lighten the mood somewhat. “Right?” She pauses, a moment of silence between them. “Well, I'm here to help now. Not just Pearl, but you, too.”

Following Joan into the living room, Olive sees Pearl sat in her favorite armchair, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

“Grandma?” she calls, hoping she'll tear her eyes away from whichever midday soap opera has caught her fancy.

“Oh, hello, you,” she replies, eyes instantly softening. “Big city girl. Come here!” Her big, gentle arms outstretched, Olive walks over to her and kneels down to where she sits to be enveloped in her arms. “Hi, Pearly Girly,” she mumbles into her, suddenly glad to be home. “How goes it?”

“Oh, you know,” she shrugs, blanket falling off as she does so. “Not too bad if you forget the fact that I'm old as dirt and can't go to the bingo alone.”

“It'll much more fun with me,” Olive says, her tone lowered so Joan doesn't hear her from the kitchen where she's busy making tea. “I'll let you have a tipple. Guinness and blackcurrant. Maybe even two if you let me sleep in on Sundays.” Pearl laughs, her blue eyes lighting up.

“Deal.”

Joan brings in the tea tray, her hands shaking slightly as she begins to set it down on the small table in the middle of the room.

“Let me get that,” Olive stands, holding her hands out to grab the tray before Joan's shaking causes everything to fall off it onto the light carpet. Placing it on to the table, she begins to pour Grandma a cup of tea, just the way she likes it. Milk and sugar in first, then the tea and stirred clockwise eight times.

“You remembered!” Joan says, her mood lightening slightly.

“Of course,” Olive responds, getting to stirring. “It's been drilled into me since I was out of the womb.”

A warm, cozy feeling envelopes Olive as she sits on Grandma’s faded pink sofa, sipping on her tea. Joan silently hands her a sheet of paper, looking at her expectantly.

“Found this for you,” she says, her eyes now downcast. “When you're ready, give them a call.”

Wanted: actresses of every experience to play Land Girls at Thorpe Abbotts.

Thorpe Abbotts, famous for hosting the 100th Bomb Group during World War II is seeking girls 18+ for reenactment roles as we begin school tours for the summer months. Call XXX-XX-XXX to arrange a meeting.

“Wow,” Olive stutters out, slightly impressed. “Didn't know they did stuff like this.”

“Not usually,” Joan replies. “But it's for the schoolkids. It's good money, good hours, too. Lines up for when Pearl has her home help and I'm not here. Go on, put your skills to good use.”

“You know what,” Olive says, placing her teacup upon the tray. “I think I might.”

—

A moody woman with a pinched face looks Olive up and down. Despite her glares, this happens to be the easiest audition Olive has ever had.

“You can start tomorrow. Be here at eight in the morning. Do you have dungarees?” Olive nods, a fake smile plastered on her face. “Good,” the stone faced lady carries on. “Feel free to walk around and get familiar with the place while it's quiet.”

Practically tiptoeing on the wooden floor, Olive finds herself suddenly curious about the place she'd had no intent to visit until now. The museum, a smaller one than the ones in London she'd visited during her time there, had a comforting stillness to it. She stops at certain exhibits, her eyes becoming glassy when she sees a picture of two men, facing each other and gazing into one another's eyes with such admiration that it almost knocks the air from her. “The Two Bucks,” she reads aloud, staring into the window. A few steps later, she is learning all about a heroic man named Robert Rosenthal. His information card tells her that his men called him Rosie, and he flew fifty-two missions during the war, the odds stacked against him at every turn. She also reads about the animals the airmen kept during their time at Thorpe Abbotts, including a sweet dog named Meatball.

Making her way outside, Olive spots the control tower in the distance, squinting up at the blurry windows that shelter it. She swears she almost can make out the shapes of airmen busy at work in there, shaking her head to rid her eyes of the tricks they play. Next to the control tower stands a large aircraft, the letter D painted on it in black. “Just-A-Snappin',” she reads aloud, walking up to it. Placing a hand on its wing and peering into it, a sudden sound stops her in her tracks. The sound of a large dog barking distracts Olive from her investigation of the plane, making her jump suddenly. She looks around and sees no sign of a dog, nor does she see from where the sound came. With a shrug, she begins making her way back through the courtyard of the museum and starts the short walk home to Pearl’s.

—

The day begins earlier than Olive is used to, struggling to leave her cozy bed at what feels like the crack of dawn. Sleepily taking a look at the time on her phone, she rubs her eyes to try to wake herself up a little more. The time reads 7am, leaving Olive just enough time to get ready for her first day at Thorpe Abbotts after getting Grandma out of bed and ready for the day. Despite Pearl’s protestations, Olive wants to ensure that the home helper has minimal work to do when she arrives.

“That's what the bloody helper is for,” she berates as she washes her face with a warm cloth. “Let them do their job, Ollie Pop.”

“Well, it's also why I'm here. I'm here to help, too. I've got time and you, young lady, need a wash.”

“Fine!” she relents, brow furrowed. Taking her granddaughter's hand, she looks at her, her eyes going soft. She takes in her appearance: dungarees with a checkered shirt underneath, a head scarf tied at the top of her head, boots and a small tote bag. “You look just like me, girlie. Just like I did during the war.”

“You were a land girl?”

“I was. It was the best time of my life. I made so many dear friends - and the men! Jesus, you've never seen a finer bunch of fellas. All American, all well built. All so handsome I couldn't help but swoon. One of two of them were very keen on me,” she says wistfully.

“Grandma!” Olive scolds, giggling as she pulls a lightweight shirt over Pearl’s head. Her eyes narrow towards her Grandma. “Not like I blame you. I'd have done the same.” Grandma breaks into a peal of laughter, her eyes beginning to shine again, just like they did before she took her first fall all those months ago.

—

Olive arrives at the museum, five minutes before the scheduled time.

“Hi,” she greets another girl meekly. “I'm Olive. Where am I meant to go?”

“Oh, hi, Olive!” she replies, giving her a big toothy grin. “You'll be with me. We're just walking over to the field right there. You look great!”

“Thanks,” she responds, tucking a strand of hair back into the scarf on her head. The era Olive had with being obsessed with wartime fashion and hair had finally come in handy, she thinks to herself, placing her bag into a small cubby that had been shown to her by the girl.

“I didn't get your name?” Olive says.

“Heather Crouch,” she replies. “You know what, I'm sure we went to school together.”

Olive squints a little, trying to make out the girl in front of her with younger features. “My goodness!” Olive says, finally recognizing her. “We had English literature together, in sixth form.”

“That's it!” she winks at Olive, holding the door open for her. “Come on, let's get started.”

Heather leads Olive and four others over to a field that's covered with straw, a few bean bag chairs hidden off to the side and a little shed of rakes and shovels.

“It's nothing strenuous,” Heather explains. “Just sort of poke at it all and make it look like you're doing something. The kiddos seem to lap it up.” Right on cue, a bunch of small school children begin their rounds of the outside of the museum which includes Olive's group, a tour of the B-17 she'd looked at yesterday and the control tower. Their eyes bright and keen, ready to learn, Olive listens intently as Heather explains what a land girl did and their contributions to the war effort. It isn't just the children that are learning today.

—

A few hours later, it's lunchtime. Olive takes her bag over to the only place that's shaded: underneath Just A-Snappin, the wings and body of the aircraft sheltering her from the warm sun. Biting into a sandwich bought from the museum's small kiosk, she breathes in the fresh country air, finally finding some comfort in her decision to come home. Despite all of its shortcomings, it was worth it to feel some semblance of peace for the first time in years.

Her wistfulness is once again interrupted by a familiar sound - the sound of a dog barking. She looks all around her, turning her head back and forth to find where the noise is coming from, but sees nothing. Looking over towards the field where she'd been working, she expects to see a large dog bounding on the yellowing grass, but it doesn't happen. Another bark startles her, it seeming to come from the aircraft door above her head.

Opening the door - emblazoned with the words “JERRY, IF YOU CAN READ THIS, START PRAYIN’” - the bark seems to echo through the plane, making her brow furrow. Looking all around to find the other reenactment people distracted by their own lunchtime conversations, Olive takes a deep breath and clambers into the aircraft as gracefully as possible, closing the door with a slam.

It's quickly sweltering hot in there, the heat almost making her choke. Shaking her head at her stupidity - “why on earth did I think I heard a dog barking in here?” she says aloud, metaphorically beating herself up - she opens the door again to let some cool air in. She's taken aback by the noise of a crowd of men, all deep in banter and conversation. Leaning out of the plane to get a better look, she clumsily falls out like a newborn baby giraffe, right at the feet of a handsome man, holding the leash of a husky.

“Wow,” the man begins, trying to hold in his laughter. “Never had a girl fall that hard and fast for me before.” Olive chuckles, slightly winded from the fall and also breathless from how wonderfully gorgeous the man is. He stands just shorter than her, his dark hair expertly gelled into place, his skin slightly tanned. “What were you doing in there?”

“I–uh…I was, uhm,” he nods at her to carry on. “I thought I heard the dog in there,” she shrugs, the words spilling out so fast that he has to pause to make sense of what you said.

“Right…” He replies, his eyes narrowing. “Well, you'd better get out the way,” he smiles, nodding over to the side at a group of men joining him.

“Oh, yeah,” Olive stutters nervously, moving out of the way quickly and almost wracking her head on the open door.

“Hey, careful,” the man says, shaking his head at Olive again. He pauses for a moment. “What's your name?”

“Olive,” she replies, voice slightly raised over the loud hum of airplanes. “You?”

“Demarco. Benny. And this here is Meatball.”

#masters of the air #mota #masters of the air fic #mota fic #honeysuckle rose #winnie writes #olive lewis #🫒

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Teenage Dreams (13 going on 30 AU) - Part 6

Eddie Munson x Reader

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SERIES MASTERLIST

Masterlist // Eddie Munson Masterlist

*dividers by @saradika-graphics

That evening you spend your work day compiling the perfect presentation board to present to Michael. Your plan for Star Magazine’s big re-brand was to take the glossy, girly, fashion and gossip mag and completely flip it on its head. To turn it into a cool, sleek and sexy magazine with an alternative edge. Interviews with music’s hottest new bands, and all the backstage gossip with everyone’s favourite rock groups. The latest news about Hollywood's latest block-busters, and interviews with their actors. Shifting from the old ways of fluff articles about what not to wear, and the latest fad diets, and moving towards new and exciting stories about the best up-and coming musicians and connecting readers with their favourite artists.

Yes Star Magazine was heading for better and brighter things, if you had anything to do with it.

It was getting quite late, most of the staff having already gone home, so you packed up your stuff and headed towards the elevator. Quickly you jam your hand between the slowly closing doors to slip into the elevator.

Oh it’s Nancy. You did not wanna talk to her right now. You try your best to ignore the awkward air between you two as you push the button for the ground floor.

“I was going to stop by your office earlier, but you weren’t there..” she trails off.

“Funny, because I haven’t left my office all day, so I would have definitely seen you.” you know full-well that she’s just lying to your face.

“Okay, so anyway I actually really wanted to talk to you about this whole magazine re-branding thing that Michael has put us on to.” she begins. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve kind of been working on a little something on my own.” she says, scratching the back of her neck, not daring to meet your eyes.

“That’s great to hear Nance, that means it’s going to be a lot less awkward when I tell you that I’ve been doing the same thing.”

And with that you graciously exit the elevator at your floor with your head held high, and a proud smirk gracing your features.

Eddie and the rest of the band are just getting the final touches to their makeup and outfits as you help Jonathan set everything up for the photoshoot.

“You’ve got everything ready?” you ask Jonathan as he fiddles with the lighting set up in the studio.

“Yeah, we’re just waiting on the boys to come down and we can get started.”

As part of your big idea to redesign and re-brand Star Magazine into this cool, rock and roll, metal music magazine you plan to have Eddie and the rest of The Corroded Coffin boys as the stars on the cover of the first new issue.

You promised Eddie that, if everything went to plan and Michael liked your idea, that this could mean a lot for Corroded Coffin’s image. It could mean a lot more opportunities and a chance to get the band’s name out there into the mainstream.

The makeup artist finished up putting a small smudge of black eyeliner under his eyes, and with a quick ruffle of his hair, Eddie and the rest of the band were ready for their photoshoot.

Eddie was styled in a pair of tight black denim jeans and leather jacket, with a black mesh shirt underneath his jacket. Decked out in various layers of silver chains around his neck and clunky metal rings on his fingers leading down to black painted fingernails.

The rest of the band were all styled similar enough to look like a cohesive unit, but with enough of their own personal style to make them look like themselves.

You can’t deny that Eddie has certainly grown up. From the lanky, scrawny, skinny boy with the very short dark buzz-cut hair that you remember from when you were thirteen to the man you see standing in front of you. You never once looked at Eddie with anything but a friendly gaze, but seeing how he looks right now has butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach, in a way that Kurt never did.

“You know, this is really sweet of you to do this, it could really mean a lot for me -I mean, the whole band.” he stumbles over his words but is quick to correct himself.

“Eddie, I couldn’t think of a better way to kick-start Star Magazine’s new image than to have Corroded Coffin on the front page.”

The band gets into place in front of the dark grey backdrop, with all the boys posing with their instruments under the glare of the bright lights. Eddie stood next to Charlie both with their respective guitars, whilst Jeff crouches down holding his guitar in front of him and Gareth is posed next to him clutching his drumsticks in his hands.

Just as Jonathan lines up the camera to take the first photo Eddie sticks up his middle finger and pokes his tongue out as the flash goes off.

“Come on man, can’t you just take things seriously for once.” Gareth Groans.

“You know that’s probably going to make the front cover.” Eddie smirks confidently.

Eddie’s eyes look past the camera, just over Jonathan’s shoulder where he can see you watching everything that is going on. He flashes you one of his cheeky boyish smiles, and you can’t help the giggle the bubbles from you.

He beckons you over with a tilt of his head and a smirk, and as you make your way over to him he tugs you closer into the hug, wrapping both of his arms around your waist tightly so that you can’t get away from him.

You’re both laughing wildly as Jonathan’s camera keeps flashing with every photo he takes.

That was the Eddie you remember growing up.

It’s a few days later and both you and Eddie are looking over all of the photos that Jonathan had taken.

“Look at how fuckin’ cool these photos came out!” Eddie says with a broad smile.

“Yeah they came out pretty good didn’t they?” you nod. “Do you think Michael’s gonna like my idea? I mean it’s just so different and what if he hates it and then what am I-” you ramble.

“-Stop that, come on, he’d be mad not to like your idea!” Eddie says, gently nudging your arm with his elbow.

“Thanks, Ed.” you sigh. “I know it’s late, but do you just wanna hang out for a little while?” you ask, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

“I’ve always got time for you.”

Eddie walks alongside you in the city, both of you illuminated by the bright glow of the buildings and lights.

“It’s just so weird when you think about it.” Eddie says, breaking the silence between you.

“What are you talking about, Ed?”

“Just life. Meeting up. You know, just being here with you.” he laughs softly, the wrinkles around his eyes crinkling as he does. “I’ve had the best time working with you this week.”

“Me too Eddie.” you nod. “Y’know you’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

“You don’t mean that, you’ve got plenty of friends..” Eddie begins.

“..but you’re the one I like the best.” you interrupt him, giving him a soft smile.

There’s a comfortable quiet that falls between you again, and when you look down you realise that you’re holding Eddie’s hand. His fingers intertwined with yours. In this moment of peace it’s just you and Eddie, just like it had always been. He looks at you with those big brown eyes, his other hand reaches up to cup your cheek, and suddenly he’s kissing you. A soft gentle press of his lips on yours. And you’re kissing him back with the same gentle, hesitant movements before you’re sinking into the feeling of his lips brushing against yours.

And all too quickly he’s pulling away from the kiss, a feeling of guilt swirling in his mind, this is wrong, he was supposed to be getting married to Chrissy. But there’s a lingering tingle on his lips, a feeling of wanting to kiss you again. A feeling of wanting to kiss you in a way that he hadn’t felt since he was just a thirteen year old kid with a crush on his best friend.

“It’s like there was nobody else in the world, y’know? Kissing him felt like floating on a cloud..”

“Oh my gosh that’s so romantic!!” Stacy sighs dreamily. You had kindly offered to Stacy’s mother host a girly slumber party at your place, allowing her to have a fun night out with her husband. And Stacy wasted no time in calling up all of her girl friends and inviting them to the party. You, Stacy and her small group of friends were chilling in your bedroom in their pyjamas, gathered around you as you regaled them with the story about your date with Eddie.

Wait, a date? That wasn’t a date, it was just two friends hanging out, and catching up, there’s no way that was a date. Sure it had ended in a kiss, but that didn’t mean it was a date, did it?

“I know, even now I get goosebumps just thinking about it!” you giggle rolling the sleeve of your pyjama shirt up, showing off where your skin prickles at the memory of kissing Eddie.

“So, this Eddie, you love him, right?” one of Stacy’s friends asks.

“Well…yeah..” you nod, slowly, it seemed strange to think of your best friend in that way, but yeah, love was the perfect way to describe how you feel about Eddie.

“So when are you going to see him again?” she continues her line of questioning as all the girls hang on your every word.

“That’s the thing, I want to see him again, I really do, but it’s…complicated.” you sigh. “It’s just grown-up girl stuff.”

“Well at least you’ve got someone to dream about, half the boys at school won’t look twice at us, let alone talk to us!” Stacy groans.

“..Yeah, and then when you do talk to them, they mess you around and hurt your feelings by acting stupid!” another girl chimes in.

“If a guy messes you around and hurts your feelings, then trust me, he is not going to be worth your time. Not now, not ever. You deserve someone who treats you with love and respect and all the kindness in the earth, so don’t ever forget that.” you smile. “Love is a battlefield."

With his phone pressed against his ear with his shoulder Eddie’s pencil scribbles in his diary

‘Dinner with Y/N, 8pm’

“Okay, great I’ll see you then!” and with a smile he sets the phone back down on his desk.

However, when Eddie’s apartment door unlocks, the creaking sound of the door’s hinges squeaking open, suddenly diverts his attention entirely. His fiancée’s all too familiar bounce of strawberry blonde curls and sparkling blue eyes grace their way into his apartment.

“Chrissy?! What are you doing back, I thought you were supposed to be out of state for cheer competitions?”

“Yeah well, everything was running smoothly, so I was able to squeeze in a little home time to come and suprise my man.” Chrissy smiled brightly as she rose up on her tip-toes to hug Eddie.

“So how was your flight?” Eddie asks, returning Chrissy’s affections with a one-armed hug.

“It was okay, but it’s be so much easier if I didn’t have to keep commuting between work and home. So that got me thinking, that we should seriously consider moving out of the city. I could be closer to work, and I wouldn’t have to travel so much just to see you, and you could be a mechanic literally anywhere! Don’t you think that’s a good idea, Edward?”

“Uh…what? I’m sorry I switched off there..” Eddie stumbles over his words.

Eddie never imagined ever leaving the city, it’s where all his friends were, where everything familiar to him was, and most importantly, it’s where you were.

“There you are, just the woman I wanted to see!” Michael shouts across the office space as he quickly makes his way over to you. “I’ve got corporate breathing down my neck like a fucking dragon, and now Nancy is presenting her own magazine redesign without you, so could you very kindly, please tell me what the fuck is happening right now?”

“Well lucky for you, you’re going to have more choices.” you begin to explain to Michael.

“Yes, and with the greatest of respect to Nancy, I’m far more concerned with what you’ve been working on.”

“If you can wait for a few more hours, I promise you I can show you exactly what I’ve been working towards.”

Patricia comes up beside you and Micheal, tapping you on the shoulder with a friendly smile.

“Y/N, the rest of the prints are ready!” Patricia tells you.

“Hang in there Michael, prepare to be blown away!” and with that you are racing out of the office and downtown to collect the rest of the magazine prints, ready to show off your redesign plans for Star Magazine in your big presentation.

Nancy is already standing in front of a brightly gleaming projector, her idea for her new-and-improved Star Magazine was a wash of dangerously skinny girls, promotions of detox drinks and unhealthy fad diets masquerading as tips to stay healthy, taking what Star Magazine had been previously doing anyway, albeit very subtly, and making it front page worthy.

“The new Star Magazine will go further than ever before, it will be deadly serious, a total fashion revolution” Nancy proclaims, slamming her hands down on the table in front of her. “So, what do you think?”

As you make your way to the presentation room you pass Nancy as she storms out of the office, stomping her feet and angrily knocking a stack of papers off of a near-by coworker's desk.

By the looks of things, Nancy’s presentation hadn’t gone the way she was hoping.

Now it was your turn to present your idea to the rest of your colleagues and your Boss, Michael

You steady your breath for a moment before launching into your prepared presentation.

“Now, I know that this is a completely different direction for Star Magazine..” you say gesturing to the prints of the Corroded Coffin front cover, and your inspiration board littered with models of all different shapes and sizes, new and exciting bands, and mock-up interviews with the hottest new actors. Just a taste of what the new Star Magazine could be.

“..And new things can be scary, and you might hate it and you might even think I’m crazy for even suggesting this idea, but I don’t care. I believe in this idea so strongly, Star Magazine could be the one to have their finger on the pulse of cutting edge fashion, music and entertainment, we don’t need to be just another glossy fashion mag on the stand, we could be so much more, something new, something exciting. I think all of us wanna feel something that we’ve forgotten or turned our backs on, because maybe we didn’t realise how much we were leaving behind. We need to remember how to have fun again, we need to remember what makes us different, is what makes us good.” you finish.

And as you draw your presentation to a close, Michael stands up and applauds you, crossing over to you to give you a genuinely warm hug.

“Absolutely brilliant, it’s the spark of life that this magazine has been in need of for a very long time.” he commends you with a pat on the back. “We shall present this idea to corporate first thing tomorrow morning!”

As you step out of your work’s building, the rush of euphoria hits you, that something you created, your idea, they liked it. For the first time in a while you finally felt like the flirty, thriving thirty-year old you always wished you were.

@paybacksawitch @penguinsandpotterheads @mrsjellymunson

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maraschinomerry · 2 years ago

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Matching Mates part 2

Pairings: George Karim x gn!reader, Locklyle

Summary: you and George finally have a first date at the Fittes ball, and it turns out people are more invested in your relationship than you expected.

Content: fluff, anxiety in a crowd, wholesome misunderstanding, fake marriage, first "I love you"

A/N: part 1 here - original request by @toothcereal, part 2 requested by @neewtmas and @poisonquinzell ❤️

Word count: 2.5k

The taxi ride to Fittes was agony. You were nervous enough as it was, having never been to such a large and prestigious event before so not being used to the feel of formalwear. Even the reassuring presence of George beside you, hand in yours to comfort both you and himself (he wasn't keen on the social aspect of this either), wasn't enough to stop your knee from bouncing a mile a minute. Then, of course, there were the two sharklike grins gleaming at you from Lockwood and Lucy in the seats opposite. They'd given up trying to suppress them a few minutes into the journey, and you weren't sure whether you preferred them over the affectionately smug conversation they'd been having without speaking a single word. Honestly, their ability to read each other from facial expressions and body language alone would have been admirable had you not been on the receiving end.

After what felt like an eternity, the cab pulled up. George immediately offered you a hand to help you climb down. Ahead was a queue of guests, all incredibly close and affectionate. Shakily, you linked your arm through George's in the same way Lucy's was through Lockwood's. Together, you all reached the front of the line, where a stern man in a black suit was checking the guest list.

"Lockwood & Co." Lockwood stated.

The man scrutinised the list. "No plus ones?"

"No," Lucy chipped in eagerly. "We're all dating. Not all dating, I mean, two couples."

"Welcome, lovebirds. Enjoy the ball." You wondered absently how Fittes had managed to make such a deadpan person the face of such a romantic event. And then you were inside.

This was by far the most people you'd seen in one place since moving to London. Trailing down the staircases, clustered round the bar, mingling in the open spaces between, were hundreds of couples, all forming their own distinctive pockets within the crowd with their matching outfits. You hesitated on the threshold, slipping from George's arm as he continued forward. The second he realised, though, he turned back and placed a tender hand at your elbow.

"We don't have to do this, (name). Not if you don't want to."

You took a deep breath, distracting yourself from the hubbub by adjusting his tie. "It's okay. This is a big opportunity for the agency." Your hand smoothed down his tie, feeling his chest rise and fall beneath your fingertips. "Plus, it's kind of exciting that this is our first date."

George perked up instantly, almost like he'd forgotten the date was real and not just a ploy for one of Lockwood's harebrained schemes. Seeing him so excited was adorable, and knowing that you were the cause gave you butterflies. He looked into your eyes, silently making sure you were ready, before guiding you into the crowd with his hand still on your elbow.

—

"See you two are finally official," a familiar voice drifted over your shoulder as you took your drink from the bar. You and George turned in unison to see Quill Kipps with a raised eyebrow and a friendly smirk. Ever the Fittes agent, his grey uniform had been exchanged for a grey tuxedo. The pretty blonde girl beside him wore a sleek grey dress with a slit right up to her thigh.

"What do you mean, finally?" George frowned.

"Just because I'm not a researcher doesn't mean I'm not observant. Haven't even worked together that much and I could tell you were into each other. Everyone could."

As if on cue, Bobby Vernon strolled past in pursuit of a redhead in the same shade of purple as his tie. He paused when he noticed your outfits. "Oh, thank god, you've gone public at last. Ned owes me a tenner now." The redhead had moved on, and Bobby scuttled after her. You forced yourself to close your gaping jaw.

"We… may have taken bets on it," Kipps clarified like it wasn't abundantly obvious. As obvious as your attraction to George, apparently. "I'm pleased for you, though. Especially if it means you're too distracted to poach any more of our cases." The older boy finished with a wink and an encouragement to enjoy the evening before melting into the crowd with his date.

"Are we really that transparent?" you sighed incredulously.

"I don't know," George mused. "I always thought I was coming on way too strong and you just weren't interested, but maybe we're too close to things to have noticed."

"That's a very polite way of calling me oblivious, Georgie."

"Hey, I'm saying I was too!"

"How equitable of you."

—

The evening ended up being quite enjoyable. Drinks were free, waiters constantly weaved throughout the room with trays of delicious canapés, and you were able to spend most of the time simply hanging out with your friends. At one point, after a speech from Penelope Fittes, a small classical band appeared from nowhere to initiate a Valentine's dance. George offered you his hand, his other coming to rest gently on your waist when you accepted. You brought your free hand up to his shoulder, stepping closer. The dance was slow and soulful, a lifesaver for you and your two left feet. Surprisingly, George was more adept than you expected, taking the lead with confidence. As the song came to an end, the hand on your waist moved round your back to draw you in for a kiss. It was longer than the one you'd shared in the hallway back home, more passionate, but still just as gentle and sweet. Nearby, Lockwood and Lucy were in the same position, lips locked, but they pulled apart a moment earlier and watched you two fondly. As much as they teased you, they were thrilled you'd finally admitted your feelings for each other.

"Excuse me a minute," George murmured, eyeing the arrows for the bathrooms, "I'll be right back."

—

Even the bathrooms were fancy. George hadn't been at Fittes long enough to attend a ball as an employee, and he'd skipped last year's to study the Bone Glass (he repressed a shudder at the memory) so this was his first time in the agency's ballroom. Everything was so ostentatious, a stark reminder of how much better off he was at Lockwood & Co.

He bumped into someone on his way out and raised his head immediately to apologise.

"Good evening," Penelope Fittes smiled graciously. She was the picture of romance and Valentines in a fluttering rose red gown, real roses adorning her dark hair.

"Ms Fittes, I'm so sorry, I didn't-"

"No need to apologise. And call me Penelope, please. It's George, isn't it?"

"Yes. From Lockwood & Co."

Penelope nodded, remembering meeting the team (aside from you) at Samaran Pandy's funeral. "Of course, I'm glad you could all make it. Anthony and Lucy are a couple, I hear." It felt odd hearing Lockwood's first name out loud, but he supposed she would have no reason to know he didn't use it.

"That's right, and I'm with (name), our fourth member. I don't believe you've met." Being able to say he was with you was such a proud moment, he couldn't help but turn to look for you in the crowd. Penelope followed his gaze, picking you out by the outfit which matched the boy in front of her.

"Hopefully I'll get chance to greet them before the end of the night, you know what these things are like when everyone wants to have mingled with you."

George didn't know, but he kept quiet. This was lasting longer than he expected, and it was only a matter of time before he said the wrong thing and got the whole agency banned from future events. Besides, he'd left you alone far too long. Time to find a way out. "Oh, do you need to-?" He gestured over his shoulder to the mass of people.

Penelope waved his concern away. So much for that plan. "Don't worry. To be honest, this is the first proper conversation I've been able to have all evening, and it's refreshing to see you young couples having fun. You remind me of myself and my husband when we were your age. Absolutely inseparable, now he's wandered off and I've no idea where. You'd think a man in a bright red suit would be easy enough to find."

Anxious to get away from the conversation and back to you, George seized the opportunity. "I should let you go and look for your spouse, and I'll get back to mine."

"Oh!" Penelope sounded astonished. George tried to replay what he'd said in his mind to cause such a reaction, hadn't he just said he needed to return to his date? "I didn't realise! How long have you two been married?"

Something broke a little in George's brain. Married?! No, there was a misunderstanding, surely, you'd only started dating tonight. Hell, you'd only known each other for- "Six months."

"That's wonderful, I wish you the very best. But yes, go, enjoy your night with your spouse." Before George could protest, she'd ushered him back into the crowd and disappeared.

—

George was taking longer than you expected, and you were beginning to panic. Where was he? Was everything okay? Lockwood and Lucy had been swallowed up by the crowd, you wanted to seek them out for reassurance, but what if you left the spot George had left you on and then he couldn't find you? Even Kipps would have been comforting to see right about now.

A hand on your waist made you jump.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," George said softly, before noticing your expression, frantic pupils blown wide and lower lip trembling. "Hey, hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Mhm," you mumbled unconvincingly. "I just…" your eyes scanned the crowd. George put the pieces together.

"(Name), I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to leave you alone for so long." He curled a hand into your hair, bringing your foreheads together until everything else faded away and all you could see and feel was him. "Come on, let's find somewhere a bit more quiet."

George led you by the hand through the crowd, careful never to put too much space between you that someone could barge through. Eventually the bodies around you thinned out, vanishing completely as you reached an empty grey corridor. You sat down unceremoniously on the floor, relishing in the quiet and the coolness of the wall against the back of your head. George joined you, hand still linked in yours.

"I'm sorry," he repeated urgently. "I tried to get back to you, but I ran into Penelope and she's a remarkably difficult person to get away from."

You could imagine - one of the most powerful women in the country, and one with such a strong connection to the Problem, would be a more than interesting conversationalist. Your curiosity was piqued. "Oh, what was she saying? Was it about the Problem?"

George let out a nervous chuckle. "No, we, uh… we actually talked about love. And you." He let go of your hand to wrap around your shoulder and bring you into his side. In turn you placed your arm across his chest, fidgeting with the button of his now open jacket.

"Me?" What on earth would Penelope Fittes have to say about you?

"She'd like to meet you. Said it's nice to see a young couple having fun, that we remind her of her and her husband." A couple. You both smiled at the notion. Suddenly George blanched, remembering what he'd accidentally implied. "Actually, I should probably explain, in case-"

What George had been about to say was "in case anyone else hears and gets the wrong idea". It was far too late for that.

"Well," that familiar voice came again as Kipps rounded the corridor, alone this time. "I have to say I'm impressed. We all thought you two were just being oblivious or dating in secret, certainly never expected a secret marriage." Your jaw dropped and you turned to George for an explanation, who was looking very red in the face and pointedly avoiding eye contact with either of you. Kipps continued, "Fair play, Karim, (name), you two are full of surprises. Should make cases more interesting in future. Congratulations, anyway." And just like that, he was gone.

You rounded on George. "George Casper Karim, what exactly did Kipps mean about a secret marriage?"

"That's what I wanted to tell you!" His voice was agitated, higher than normal. "I was trying to find a way out of the conversation, and when Penelope said she couldn't find her husband I suggested we both go and look for our partners, but with all the husband and young love talk I might have accidentally said spouse instead."

You couldn't help but laugh. By how worried he'd seemed, you thought something bad had happened or he was having second thoughts, when the truth was he'd unintentionally implied you were married. It was kind of sweet actually, and you couldn't pretend you hadn't imagined what it would be like.

"It's not funny!" George swatted at you harmlessly, which only made you laugh more. "If Kipps knows, he'll tell his whole team, and Bobby will single handedly tell anyone in Fittes who hasn't already heard. And oh my god, if Lockwood and Lucy get wind we'll never hear the end of it." That was a good point. If you thought they were insufferable now…

"Right, okay, we have two options. Either you go and tell Penelope it was a slip of the tongue, and I tell Kipps the same, or we pretend we rushed into it and realised it was too quick so go back to 'just' dating."

George pondered for a moment, playing with your fingers. "There is a third option." He paused as you looked quizzical, and his hand stilled around yours. "We go along with it." He looked so vulnerable as he waited for your reaction, heart on the line and entirely in your hands. You leaned in and kissed him even as your face split into a grin. He kissed you back firmly, excitedly.

"I can't imagine a better person to pretend to be married to," you giggled against his lips. "But on one condition."

"Anything."

"We have to be the ones to tell the others. I want to see Lockwood's head explode when I call you my husband."

George laughed now too, standing and offering you a hand to help you up. "Deal. Come on then, darling, we'd better hurry before Bobby gets in there. And not to come on too strong for a first date, but I figure since we've supposedly been married for six months the timeline goes out the window… Can I get you a ring? Just as a token, no strings attached. We could shop for one tomorrow, if you want."

"I love you," you said suddenly. It wasn't exactly an answer to his question, yet somehow it was.

George blushed, and leaned forward to kiss you once, twice more. "I love you too."

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