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Azriel x reader

Authors note: Someone send help, I can’t stop writing fics about Az or Cass. 🥴 if you have other characters you’d like to read things for, send me prompts/ideas with characters from the following fandoms:

ACOTAR

Marvel

Bridgerton

Otherwise enjoy some fluff with everyone’s favorite friendly neighborhood shadowsinger. 🥰

I landed straight on my back on the mat. Again.

“You have to engage your core. Your left side is weak, you need to watch your blind spots.”

Azriel had agreed to meet me early in the morning to train. I still hadn’t fully recovered from the last mission, when one of the warriors had nearly speared me like a kabob. However, I knew if I didn’t start training again soon, I’d never fully regain all my strength.

“I did engage my core! I even leaned left to try and brace for your impact!” I growled, hands over my face. “What more can I do?”

“Let’s take a quick break. You’re still healing, and even though I’m proud of you for getting back in the ring, you’ve gotta take it easy for a while.”

I smirked at the shadowsinger, “You’re proud of me?”

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, “Don’t get mushy on me now, soldier.”

I set down my water, and walked towards him until I was standing toe to toe with him. I craned my neck to look up at him, poking one finger into his chest, “Oh, trust me. I’m definitely not the mushy one in this friendship.”

Cauldron boil and fry me.

I can’t pinpoint the exact moment where my feelings for Azriel had gone from purely platonic to something more. It happened like a summer storm - out of no where, full force. But I refuse to risk ruining the time we spend together over some silly feelings. He means too much to me.

“You okay in there?” Azriel tapped gentle on my temple, tearing my attention from my thoughts.

“Hey lovebirds! You mind if I take a turn sparing with your boy-toy?”

“We are NOT- “

“He is NOT my-“

We both stopped and glared at Cassian as a playful grin crept across his face. I grabbed my water and slid on my boots, bracing myself for the cold to come as I trudged back to the main part of the house.

After dinner that night, things got a little out of hand. It started with some ridiculous drinking game Mor begged me to play with her. She dragged all of us into it, and then I had the idiotic idea to challenge Cassian by saying I could out-drink him.

“I want to **hic** dance!! Azzie, can we dance, pleaseee?!” The strong arms that carried me away from the rest of the circle held me tighter.

“You can barely even stand upright, let alone dance.”

“Nuh-uh. I can **hic** totally stand. Watch. **hic** Put me down and I’ll walk in a straight line.”

“You’re full of shit and you know it.”

I smirk up at the shadowsinger, “Actually, **hic** I’m technically full of tequila.”

“If you want to be a smartass,” Azriel chuckles, “I can take us for a fun little flight and see how well you handle your liquor.”

My stomach lurched even at the thought of tumbling through the air, doing loops and turns…

Azriel gently set me down, keeping me between his arms as he opened the door to steady me. As we entered the dark room, I walked towards the bed and threw off my awfully uncomfortable shoes.

When I looked up, all I could see was those glimmering hazel eyes and incredible sapphire siphons illuminating Azriel’s face as he stood in the doorway.

“Stay,” I whispered, so quietly I wasn’t even certain he would hear.

He stood, still as a statue. The only sound was our breathing, and a muffled conversation from the rest of the circle in the living room.

“Stay,” I repeated, a little louder, a little more brave this time.

Those hazel eyes widened, and it took Azriel only two strides across the room to reach me.

He placed one hand on my cheek, the other tilting my head up to look at him.

“Fuck it. I can’t be your friend any longer.” He exhaled.

I tried to move my chin from his grasp and turn away, offended by his words. He held my face gently but firm.

“You’re so much more than that.”

And then we kissed. It was like, I was a star during Starfall, and I had finally found my way home. Like I had been waiting to find the missing piece of me, and it had been right there all along. I felt a tug in my chest as Azriel’s tongue swept over mine.

Mate.

I gasped as he pulled away, feeling completely sober now, regardless of how many drinks I had downstairs.

“You’re -“

“Your mate.”

“How long have you known?”

“A month. When that soldier had almost taken you from us. From me.”

I was completely in awe.

“While you were unconscious and the healers were working, I could feel the bond fraying. I tugged on it every now and then to keep you with me. I was a complete mess. You can ask Rhys or Cass -“

“They’ve known this whole time?”

“I didn’t intentionally tell Rhys, but when you were hit I lost all control over my mental shield and he could sense it. I told Cassian not long after.”

I stared up at him, completely at a loss for words. This whole time, he had known and continued to care for me out of fear of losing me.

He leaned down to kiss me again, but I took the opportunity to grab his wrists and twist him over onto the bed, pining him down.

“You need to engage your core, and watch your blind spots, Spymaster.” I smirked down at him.

His eyes were like burning embers, flaming with lust and desire.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’ll let you take me down anytime.”

[justpeachii]

Request from Anon: can i request a tsukishima imagine where he thinks you’re cheating on him with yamaguchi but really you’re planning his bday party? make it as angsty as you can pleaseee and thank you 

☾ Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Reader

☾ Author’s Note: this plagued my mind since you requested it. I hope this delivers enough angst, I did my best friend. 💖 thank you for the request!

☾  Words: 1.5k

☾  Genre: Angst, lil bit of fluff at the end

☾  Warnings: Mentions of cheating

Summer had long passed, August coming and going with the gradual falling of temperatures. Life on campus had grown busier as well, leaving little time for personal matters outside of work and studies. No matter how busy your schedule was though, you always made time for your boyfriend and he did the same for you.

Whether it be a full date night, a study date, or something as simple as a FaceTime call as you both fell asleep, you found ways against your opposing schedules. When all of your schedules worked out, you found yourself on study dates not only with Tsukishima, but with Yamaguchi and Yachi as well. The four of you would meet at a local cafe and spend the next few hours doing a mix of coursework and casual banter. 

One day in early September, Yachi asked Tsukishima the question everyone had been wondering-”What do you want for your birthday?”

Of course, he said he didn’t want or really need anything other than maybe a break from work, classes, and practice. His answer was simple. After all, Tsukishima Kei wasn’t one to want much. 

It was then that you came up with a brilliant idea and quickly sent a text to Yamaguchi, who met your gaze and gave a small nod.

Dates turned into nights spent alone and FaceTime calls turned into texts. While neither of you had meant to grow more distant, the pull of life was willing you apart. 

You blamed it on work and school. He blamed himself. 

Had he done something wrong? He had been spending more time at the gym, staying after to work on his serves and blocks with the help of his teammates, but he didn’t think that would have much effect. The two of you had picked up extra work shifts when able to, as well. This meant your schedules always worked in opposition. Even then, you would send him a text telling him to not overwork himself; he took this as a sign you still cared. 

One night you sat at his apartment, finding time in your opposing schedules to finally have some time to yourselves. A movie night. It was spent curled up on the couch with your favorite blanket covering the both of you. It had been relaxing, a much needed break from everything. It also helped ease Tsukishima’s mind.

Halfway through the second movie of the night (Spirited Away, his favorite), you excused yourself to use the restroom, leaving your phone on the coffee table. It had been going off all night, splitting your attention between your boyfriend and whatever was so important on that tiny screen. In the time you were gone, a few texts arrived back-to-back. The blond’s suspicions grew, leaving him to reach out for it.

He felt his heart drop when he read the three messages from his best friend on your phone.

“i know you’re with him tonight but meet me at the cafe tomorrow?”

“usual table and time”

“remember he CAN’T know what’s happening”

He can’t know what’s happening.

Those words swam around his head as he stared at the now darkened screen, not noticing your return. You froze in the entryway, eyes wide when you realized. He had your phone. 

Of course the one night you were spending with your boyfriend, Yamaguchi would not leave you alone about the upcoming surprise you two had in store for the blond’s birthday. It was already hard enough to keep it a secret, especially when pressed as to why you were working more hours. 

The silence between the two of you was deafening, the only sound was the movie playing in the background. You were the first to speak.

“Kei? Is everything okay?”

“I don’t know, Y/n. Is everything okay? Everything seems to be going okay with him.” He spat, his gaze moving from the phone to yours, eyes dark over the rim of his glasses. 

“Kei, honey, what do you mean with him?”

Your question was received with a scoff, expression unfazed. “You know who. Of all people? Yamaguchi? Am I not enough for you, Y/n, so you had to go to my best friend?”

You opened your mouth to respond, only to stumble, mouth agape as you processed what he said. “Wait, what?”

Tsukishima Kei wasn’t known for being the most vulnerable, but now you were seeing a new side of him. Jealous. Sacred. For a second time in his life, betrayed. 

“Don’t play dumb with me. You know what I’m talking about.” He was standing now, clicking a button on the phone in his hand so he could read directly from the screen. “I know you're with him tonight but meet me at the cafe tomorrow? Remember he can’t know what’s happening. What’s happening that I can’t know about? That you’re sneaking around behind my back with Yamaguchi?” 

“It’s nothing like that. What would make you think that from nothing but those texts?” The defensive tone in your voice kept your words stable.

“What it makes me think is that for the past week you’ve been lying to me.” His once warm brown eyes met yours with a cold glare. “Leave. Just- take your phone and leave, Y/n.” Arm outstretched, he held your phone out to you.

You felt your stomach churn as you looked from the device to his face. “Kei, please let me explain, it isn’t what-”

“Leave.” 

The word hung in the air, the movie long forgotten. You gathered your items, taking the phone from him with tears in your eyes before hurrying out the door, leaving with a slam.

Spirited Away wasn’t a favorite of his anymore. Neither were you.

A week passed with zero communication between the two of you. No texts. No calls. Not even the occasional pass on campus. It was as if neither of you existed in each other’s worlds. Even then, you were determined to throw him the best birthday party you could.

When September 27th finally rolled around, your apartment was decorated with the usual regalia: streamers, bundles of balloons, and a handmade banner. You had managed to get a hold of his brother to figure out where to get his favorite strawberry shortcake, also letting him in on the plans.

Thankfully, that was all before the small fight you two had. Thankfully, Akiteru was willing to help get him to come. It was under the pretense of the two of you talking since the way the two of you had handled things was clearly not the best. 

With the favors set and the guests hidden (as best as they could in your apartment), it was a waiting game for the birthday boy. Time seemed to crawl until you heard it, the familiar knock at the door. Everyone got in their places as you went to the door, opening it with a small smile. 

He looked like a spitting image of that night- his facial features neutral, eyes filled with emotions. Hurt, exhaustion, anger. You were quick to turn away, ushering him in, hiding the nerves you felt. 

How would he react to this? Would he hate you even more? Would things go back to normal? 

Your thoughts were cut short by the chorus that rang out, your nerves showing in the smile you held as you turned to Tsukishima.

“Happy birthday, Kei!” 

Once all the guests were gone, it was just the two of you left. The cake was mostly gone, the balloons hung a little lower, and the apartment felt bigger than it ever had. As you both sat on the couch, neither of you knew what to say to the other. Taking a deep breath, you opened your mouth to speak, words stopping as he spoke.

“I’m sorry.” Pause. “I’m sorry for not trusting you or letting you explain. I take it this was both of you doing?”

With a nod, you gave him a soft smile. “Yeah, that was the whole thing you couldn’t know about. It was my idea and Yamaguchi went along. Your brother even helped me get your favorite cake.” 

That’s when he looked at you. His eyes had changed. They were filled with love once more as his lips curled into a soft smile of his own. 

“Thank you, Y/n.” 

While cleaning up the remnants of the party, the two of you shared laughs as you inhaled the helium. After talking through everything, you forgave him for his outburst. That left the rest of the night. It was spent much like that night- curled up with each other on the couch, watching Spirited Away, and finishing the rest of the shortcake off. Only this time, neither of you left, falling asleep in each other's embrace.

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[jobean12-blog]

OH OH OH beefy Bucky and maybe Sam giving him viagra but Bucky doesn’t know that. Him and reader are just like hanging out in their room cuddling and Bucky gets hard but doesn’t tell reader and hides in the bathroom. Reader finds out why he’s hiding and helps him out. SMUT SMUT DIRTY FILTHY SMUT PLEASEEE

Lovestruck

Pairings: Beefy Bucky x reader

Word Count: 2,495 (Well this got out of hand haha :)

Summary: Sam plays a fun prank on Bucky in the hopes of helping him get his girl. 

Author’s Note: Based off the above prompt, thanks for sending it in! :) I don’t know what happened here it just got kinda long but it was super fun to write and I hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for reading! 

Warnings: Sam and Steve being punks, some fluff and SMUT SMUT SMUT (18+ eyes only please :) 

“When are you gonna tell her, man?” Sam teases as he and Bucky spar in the gym, Sam holding him in a headlock and grinning from ear to ear. “Will you fuck off, Sam, tell y/n, what? I have nothing to tell her!” Bucky yells before throwing his head back into Sam’s  face and effectively getting him off his back. The two men continue to circle one another, assessing their next moves, “maybe if you just said something you could finally work out all this tension the right way,” Sam says, winking at Bucky. Bucky lunges at Sam and knocks him to the ground, “and what way would that be, my genius friend?” Bucky taunts, holding Sam down with his metal arm. “Oh, come on, you know you need to get laid and what better person to do it, since you like her and all,” Sam answers, smirking up at Bucky triumphantly even in his precarious position. Bucky gives him one last shove before he grunts and jumps up, throwing his middle finger over his shoulder as he walks toward the showers. 

Sam sits a moment to catch his breath as an evil plan evolves in his head and he takes out his phone to text Steve, hey, Cap, wanna take a walk to the drug store with me? Steve quickly replies, do I want to know why we are going? and Sam just sends a winky face back with, I’ll fill you in on the way.Bucky showers and gets dressed heading upstairs to get some food only to find you in the kitchen making lunch for yourself, hair tied up in a messy bun, sweater hanging off your shoulder and legs bare except for fuzzy sucks. He drinks you in, jeans suddenly feeling tighter and the room hotter. You haven’t noticed him yet and he considers turning around and going out to grab pizza from down the street but decides he doesn’t want to give Sam the satisfaction.“Hey, y/n,” he manages to croak out as he makes his way toward the refrigerator, trying to focus on finding food. You skip over to him, pressing your chest into his back and trying to peek over his shoulder to find the pickles, “HI Bucky,” you say, voice cheerful and light and he inwardly groans at the feel of you so close. “Do you see the pickles in there?” you ask, still pressed against him, your body warm and soft and he forces himself to respond, “sure, doll, they are right here,” as he passes them your way. You smile and grab the jar skipping back to the counter.“Do you want me to make you a sandwich, I already have all the stuff out?” you gesture enthusiastically to all the goodies, smile bright. Bucky can’t say no, completely enraptured by you, “that would be great, doll, thanks so much!” You float around the kitchen, preparing two sandwiches with all the works while humming the theme to Jurassic Park. “What song is that, y/n?” he asks and you eye him suspiciously, “you’ve never seen Jurassic Park, Buck?” He shakes his head no and gives you a shrug as you walk toward him with the plates of food and as you set them down you say, “no way! That’s crazy, what are you doing tonight?”Bucky is thrown off guard by the question, suddenly nervous at the thought that you might ask him to spend time with you, “um, not much, why?” he asks. You give him a sideways grin, leaning close and telling him, “perfect! You and I are watching Jurassic Park tonight, come to my room around 7 and bring snacks.”“That sounds great, doll, better be a good movie,” he says as he takes a bite of the sandwich, “oh wow, this is delicious,” he mumbles, mouth full. You two continue making comfortable small talk over lunch and after he helps you clean up you tell him you’ll see him tonight and head off to run errands. It’s at that unfortunate moment that Bucky runs into Sam, literally.“Where have you been, Sam?” Bucky asks, trying to avoid talking about his lunch with you and the definite teasing that would come along with it. “Just ran out with Steve, we picked up some beer and we are gonna shot some darts or pool, wanna join?” Sam asks and Bucky nods in agreement following him to the rec room. Steve is already down there setting up the darts, “hey punk, was hoping you would join us so I could kick your ass at darts again,” Steve taunts, bumping Bucky in the shoulder.Bucky just walks past him, grabbing some darts and a beer, “wait,” Sam says, “I already opened you one, here,” and he hands Bucky the beer. “Thanks man, now let’s get this game started, I have to show Stevie here that he can shove his win streak up his ass,” Bucky jokes, lining up his first throw.A couple of hours later Bucky checks the time and realizes he needs to go shower and grab snacks before meeting up with you, “hey guys, this is my last round, I have to take care of some stuff before it gets too late,” he tells his friends, feeling slightly nervous and hoping they don’t notice. “No problem, Buck,” Steve grins, “Yea, sounds good, let’s just finish off these last beers and clean up,” Sam adds in, giving Steve a sly wink.Seven rolls around faster than Bucky would have liked, his heart racing and palms sweaty at the thought of a night alone with you. He wants this, wants you, but he’s afraid you’ll reject him, you’re so lovely in every way and he’s sure you just see him as a friend. Before he can psych himself out any more he jumps up and grabs the snacks and heads down the hall, determined to enjoy this, he knocks on the door, “come on in,” he hears you yell and opens the door.He finds you in your small kitchenette standing on your tippy toes to reach two cups from the cabinet, your sweater riding up and stopping right below your ass, he audibly swallows, “need some help, y/n?” he asks, moving closer. “Yes, please, Buck, I should have gotten the stool,” you giggle, shifting over to let him get to the cabinet. Bucky grabs the cups and places them on the counter, getting a faint whiff of your scent, clean and floral, and he can’t help but take a deep breath in.You bring him over the the couch and set up the movie, placing all the snacks out and sitting down in the middle. He has no choice but to sit close to you, knees and shoulders brushing as you get comfortable. The movie starts and you can’t help your excitement, constantly touching Bucky when your favorite scenes come on, even grabbing his hand at one of the more thrilling parts. He is really loving the movie but can’t help how uncomfortable he feels, his hard on so intense that he is worried he may have to bail on you.He can’t be like this just from sitting close to you and a few stray touches...what the hell is going on? He finally excuses himself to the bathroom, asking you to pause the movie, “no problem, take your time, I’m gonna grab some more water and make popcorn,” you tell him, shuffling off to the kitchenette.Bucky sits in bathroom for a good 5 minutes, just trying to cool off and breathe but he just can’t seem to fix the issue. Finally he hears your soft voice from the other side of the door, “hey Buck, are you ok? Do you need anything,” and he inwardly groans not knowing what to do, I’m fine, be out in a sec,” he replies as lightly as possible.A couple of minutes later he leaves the bathroom and finds you at the counter pouring the popcorn into a bowl, “perfect timing, the popcorn just came out,” you chime then ask Bucky to get your water from the fridge. “Where is it, babe, I can’t find it anywhere,” he says, still bent over and half in the fridge. You head over and maneuver yourself under him, your ass now dangerously close to the hardness in his jeans.“Found it!” you declare and move to get out from under Bucky but instead back yourself right into him and his ‘issue.’ A low growl escapes him and before you can move he has you turned around and pressed against the closed door of the cool fridge. “Fuck it,” he whispers before leaning down to kiss you, his lips soft but the kiss dominant.You moan into the kiss and it’s all the reassurance he needs as he parts your lips with his tongue and explores your mouth, his hands roaming over the dips and curves of your body. You run your hands up his arms and around his neck, lightly tugging his hair and loving the feel of his muscled chest pressed into you so firmly.He hooks your legs around his waist and moves you to the counter top, lips never leaving yours and hands now wandering under the hem of your sweater. “I’ve wanted you for so long, y/n, I can’t hold back any longer,” he confesses when he finally breaks the kiss and looks into your eyes, “please, Bucky,” you beg, “don’t hold back at all.”He spreads your legs further and presses his hard length against you and “oh god, yes, please Bucky,” leaves your lips in a gasp causing him to lose all control. His metal hand reaches between your legs and tears off your panties, sliding his cool fingers along your pussy, gathering the wetness before sinking two in.Your head falls back against the cabinet and you cling to his shoulders, the feel of his thick metal fingers stretching you almost too much, “you like when I fuck you with my fingers, baby?” he asks, bringing your lips back down to his. You can’t do much more than moan into his mouth and he continues pumping his fingers in and out, now using his thumb to rub circles on your clit. You bite his lip hard as you come around his fingers, slumping against his chest as he works you through your orgasm.“I’m not nearly done with you yet, baby girl,” he whispers into your neck as he removes your sweater and works his way down to your breasts, massaging and sucking on both. He drags you closer to the edge of the counter, your legs parted as he drops to his knees, “gonna taste you baby, make you cum with my tongue,” he says right before he lightly sucks on your clit.You grab his hair and pull him closer and he lets out a growl at your eagerness, his mouth driving you closer and closer to the edge. The gentle flicks of his tongue over your swollen clit making it impossible for you to hold back as your second orgasm crashes over you.You’re a panting mess by the time he makes his way back to your lips, smirking against them as you moan at the taste of yourself, “I can’t wait to be buried inside this sweet pussy, feel you wrapped around my cock,” he groans and removes his pants. “Too many clothes, Bucky,” you manage to get out as you try to lift his shirt over his head. He’s between your legs, chest bare and rock hard cock pressed against your core with only his boxer briefs in between. He rubs against you as you claw at his waist to remove his underwear, finally getting them down to his ankles. You look down and drink him in, pussy clenching at how beautiful his cock is and not for the last time you’re pleading with him to fuck you.He pushes inside you with one swift thrust and you both moan at the feel, “you feel fucking amazing, doll, so hot and tight,” he mewls, his eyes never leaving yours as he starts to move slowly in and out. You can barely stay focused as his cock stretches you so perfectly, eyes rolling back and the sound of wet skin against skin echoing through your small space. “I want you to touch yourself, baby, make yourself cum on my cock while I watch,” Bucky says, effectively snapping you out of your trance. You reach down and rub your clit as he watches his cock move in and out of your pussy, his movements becoming more and more erratic as he nears his release. “Bucky, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you yell out just as your walls clench around him and your third orgasm racks your body. He follows mere moments after, slamming into you as he cums harder than he ever has before.“Fuck, that was incredible doll, I hope I wasn’t too rough,” Bucky whispers, lightly kissing your neck, his hard cock still buried inside you. He shifts closer and you moan, “oh my god, you’re still so hard, Bucky, you feel so good,” you tell him and he can’t help but smirk as he catches your eye. “It comes with the super solider territory but I have a feeling this might be from something a little extra...” he informs you, leaving you to wonder at his words.“What do you mean extra?” you ask, waiting for him to explain and he fills you in on Sam’s teasing and tells you Sam probably slipped some Viagra into his beer earlier. Your face lights up in amusement as the realization hits you, shaking your head at the circumstances that finally brought you together. He carefully pulls out of you and you take in the sight of his cock, still hard and glistening from your juices, “I think I can help you handle this issue, baby,” you hum, slipping off the counter and onto your knees in front of him. You take his cock in your hand and gently squeeze causing him to growl and grab your hair, “I’m gonna be able to go all night, doll, so you just tell me when you’ve had enough,” he says, looking down, eyes dark. “I don’t mind at all and I have some plans of my own,” you say, licking your lips, “first, I’m going to suck your perfect cock until you cum down my throat and then I want to cum all over your face while I ride it.” His hand tightens in your hair and he grins wickedly, “baby, I’ll do anything you want, I’m...” but before he can get the last words out your mouth is around his cock and he loses the ability to speak. He will have to remember to thank Sam once this night is over.

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[tomdiddlyumptious]

YES MA’AM- REQUESTS ARENT OPEN AT THE MOMENT I HAVE SOME TO FINISH AND ILL OPEN THEM BACK UP!

Summary: he makes it up 🥸

Warnings: soft smut? Language, acting drunk to leave, a jealous Tom holland, NOT PROOF READ

A/n: SORRY THIS TOOK ME SOOO LONG, I WAS LIKE MENTALLY PANICING AND WASNT IN THE RIGHT HEAD SPACE

T.H| Oop-

“I mean am I sleeping over though? Because I didn’t get these chocolate cakes for no reason, zendaya” you eye your phone. “Yes we will have a marathon of Harry Potter” you let out a little ‘yes’ “stop cheering y/n, and Toms gonna be there” “as in...” “yes. Tom holland, impossible tom holland” “REEEEE” you and zendaya have been best friends for what felt like foreverrr, like dramatically long, you played as one of her love interests.

But you’ve had a crush on Tom holland for longer, you had him on your wall, just kidding. But everyone in your family, mostly your mom said “oh you like snow flakes?” “Interracialllllll” “alright give me my privileged babies soon” “damn I kinda took you for the Asian type” “yeah I thought you liked BTS” “UK accents is hella annoyin, find someone else” “would you stop hoggin the TV? I’m tryna watch American Top Model!” “Nah let’s watch basesketball-“ anyways, ya you have annoying, irritating family, oh well.

“You think he likes dark skinned type?” “He likes girls with aggressive tans I know that much” “that isn’t helpful” “hey I’m just being honest” she shrugged looking at you through the phone as she picked up her makeup brush. “So what are gonna do for your birthday?” “I-uhhhh probably clubbing?” “As in golf?” “No, party y/n” she glared at you as you chuckled.

“Please ask hunter when we are getting married” “y/n, I know you have an insane crush on her to but it’s just never gonna happen, she’s mine” you stuck out your tongue at her as she did the same chanting “she’s mine, she’s mine” “whatever I need to get ready” “bye papas” “bye mamas” you hung up, instantly going to your closet and pulling out the dresses you have, only to put them back and grab a two piece, it’s neon yellow, the pants are high waisted, no belt, the top stopping right below your boob, the straps at the end of your collar bone.

For accessories you put on some black dangle earrings and a black purse, a gold but matching watch, but you put on sandals, no high heels because the pants were covering your feet anyways, for your hair you put on your wet and wavy lace front, you added lip gloss to your lips, and they look like glass, in a good way of course, the fox eyeliner with thick parted eyelashes and a neon eyeshadow with it. You brushed your eyebrows up and boom your done.

You stepped back and went to your full body mirror, checking your butt and your boobs, smiling at yourself “you look fine” you sigh, grabbing your bag, phone, and keys.

You phone rung and you answered. “Yes z?” “Are you picking me up?” “Yeah sure babe, I’ll be there soon” “alright bye” she hung up. Luckily for you, you just got your 1966 mustang, vibrant white baby, everyone would wanna touch your car, you named him KAI, stands for kiss ass ight. The License plate saying “white ssn”. (I’m sorry but I really like these old kinds of cars, I fucking had to) you hoped in your car and drove to dayas home, you picked her and her brother up, just listening to old 2000’s and 1900s songs, either rapping or singing your asses off.

You guys were there pretty early but of course you were, it’s her birthday, she didn’t want to dance yet because of her makeup and you felt the same, leaving her brother smacking his lips and eyes glued to his phone.

Now everyone was starting to come, hunter, Jacob, alexia, Barbie, everyone, and most importantly, Thomas Stanley holland. No cap you bout dead as fuck, did I mention you run on Red Bull’s? Just kidding. You remained calm, hugging hunter and talking to her. “Hey” zendaya said, grabbing your hand and pulling you up, pulling you to Tom. “Hi Thomas, this is y/n” “the one and only?” He laughed, making you both giggle. “Yeah” she nodded, Tom got up, opening his arms and she pinched you, silently telling you to hug him. And you did, taking a breath you smelled him, he smelled really good, sexy and musky, like something you’d want to smell all day.

“You smell nice” Tom whispered. “Yeah you too” you smiled, pulling back from his hands as he nodded at you and sat back down, you looked and zendaya as she silently cheered, you walked back over to hunter and ordered something to drink. “So you and Tom?” She asked, you only rolled your eyes. “You know I’ve had a crush on him for years now but I don’t think I’ll be making any progress” you thanked the person as they handed you the cheerily temple. “Whattt? This is your chance to get drunk and confess your feelings, like wake up in the morning with him” you smacked your lips at her “girl I don’t know, and I wouldn’t want him to forget what happend” you shrugged. She put her hand on your shoulder making you look at her “take a shot, before zendaya pressures the fuck out of you both” she warns, making you sigh and throw yourself back in the seat.

“I know and that’s the problem, I don’t think-“ “you’ve had a crush in him for years y/n, you can make this a reality, you don’t have to dream anymore” zendaya whispered in your ear “I told you” hunter smiled. “Fuck stop smiling at me like that, you’re gonna make me fall in love all over again” you said making them both laugh. “Okay Cupid what’s your plan?” “Don’t worry bout it alright girl?” “Alright”

“Harrison fuck off it’ll happen when it happens” “well it seems like she’s bored, I’ll go entertain her” “don’t you fuckin dare haz, I’ll beat the shit out of you” instead of haz getting up Harry did, he walked over to you and sat down next to you, the lights and music booming as he took out his camera. “Hey” he smiled at you. “Hi, I’m-“ “y/n, yeah I know, I’m Toms brother, Harry” he held out his hand and you took it. “I thought you looked really beautiful- I was just wondering if you wanted to take a few pictures?” “Oh I’m not the picture type” “pleaseee?” He beggged, you giggled and nodded. “Alright” he took a few pictures of you as Tom stared at you.

“He’s tottaly gonna get instead of you” Harrison whispered in his ear, making Thomas slap his arm “shut up div, I’m just gonna wait here and I’ll see what happens” he told haz his game plan, no progress. Zendaya walked over “I know you like y/n, please hit on her, you both would look so good together, you’d bring me smoll Bebes-“ “Jesus zendaya we get it” Tom rolls his eyes as haz lets out distant chuckles.

“This is so awkward, he doesn’t like me and-“ you sighed. “Oh my god, you never give up so easily y/n, what’s wrong you’ve liked him since preteens” hunter asked in all seriousness. “Are you talking about Tom?” Harry asks, both of you looking at him and letting out a way to fast “no” leaving Harry in giggles. “Well I wish I could help you but I don’t know anything” he shrugs, you soon see Tom make his way over to you, standing infront of you. He clears his throat to say something big but only lets out an-

“Hey” you wave back at him, hunter silently cringing, feeling the tension able to cut it with a butter knife. “Your so fücked” Harry laughed, Tom glaring at him but smiling back at you. “Uhm, how’s your day?” “To be honest I’m having a bit of anxiety right know” you both laughed “me too, yeah” he nods his head. “Look you don’t have to really speak to me if you don’t want to” you laughed “I think we both know-“ “zendaya” you both said. Hunter looked at Harry, panicking for you as you remained calm. “Okay- yeah- thanks” he smiled, as you returned, he walked off.

“You fucked up” “well what was I supposed to do Harry? Suck his dick?-“ “it would’ve made some progress” “shut up hunter” “I feel awkward for you” “second hand emarrassment hunter” “well you knew what I meant Harry so we are all good” you looked at them both “I’m fucked” they just both agree with you. “I think I’m gonna go” “then I’m coming!” Hunter said. “How are you gonna leave zendaya?” You only picked up his beer can, winking at him and hunter ‘helped’ you out.

“Woah woah woah where are you two going?” Zendaya asked, the shit in her hand as she looked confused. “She’s drunk” “whattttt no I’m nottt” zendaya looked at you as your eyes were barely opened, taking your finger and pushing it against hunters lips dramatically. “Let me tell yaa E sevret” you whispered at zendaya, you came close to her ear, “I’m so naw dunk” “you drunk, get out of here, Tom will give me a ride” zendaya waved you both off, Harry soon running up “let me get your number at least, yeah?” “Sureeeee” you wink at him, he hands you a pen and you write your number, a nice happy face next to it.

“Let’s get you home, nice show you out on” you took your time, trying to look drunk as possible. “My whole life is madness! I can’t- he doesn’t like me I promise you” you say, pulling out of the parking lot, hunter right next to you. “He does, let’s bet on it” “how much?” “200” “shake on it?” She handed you her hand and you shook it. “SOMETIMES YOU LAUGH SOMETIMES YOU CRY I GUESS YOU KNOW NOWWW, I TOOK THE HALF AND SHE TOOK THE WHOLE THING SLOW DOWNN” you both sung together “BABY” you both both failed the note, laughing together as you rode both of you home.

“She left” zendaya shruged, “what why?” “Shes black out drunk” Tom put his eyebrows together, he was litterally with you like a couple minutes ago, sober as hell. “Yeah... alright” he nodded, Harry took out his phone and sent you a simple hey, which you returned under a minute later.

Everyone had a lot of fun, you and hunter ordering some random stuff off of Amazon and making the cake that you would both send to zendaya the next day, on the other side everyone danced and drank, they were sober enough to go eat at least. “Who are you texting?” Tom asked Harry. “Y/n, she’s showing me the things that she’s ordering or something like that, I wonder why she’s a Harry Potter addict” toms jaw slightly clenched, “can I see?” He asked, Harry looked at him, forgetting that you’re supposed to be ‘drunk’ “Nah mate, she’s drunk texting me though” “bulshit, give me the phone” Harry sighed as he gave tom the phone, scrolling through the text messages the messages were alive, not dead at all, no lols, laughing emojis, more ‘lmao’ ‘AKDIHDIHFRJRFN-‘ ‘I- what? Okay-‘ he couldn’t help but be jealous, he handed Harry back the phone.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked, looking at Tom confused. “You know I like her” “it didn’t seem like it back there” Harry smirked. “Do you like her?” Tom asked, Harry only shook his head “all for you, just making conversation and trying to pull her closer” “whattt Harry got the digits and you didn’t?” Haz whispered, “fuck off”

“But this is like, really ugly” “that’s why it’s called an ugly Christmas sweater, y/n” you layer on her arm, looking at Kohl���s, “green for sure, red is just plain” “how about we get like onzies of animals or the incredibles” hunter looked at you “perfect, yeah” you nod ferociously.

You checked your phone and saw some messages, from you dad and you mom but also Harry, you were quick to answer them all, and as the night got old you had finished the cake.

“I don’t know mate do some research on her, watch her interviews” haz suggests as they were all home, Tom mentally panicking because Harry’s eyes was glued to his phone, he whipped out his computer and searched your name, ‘Y/N has a CRUSH on who?’ He bit his lip and clicked it

“Sooo, we know your the romantic type- so who were you in love with?” The interviewer said, you smiled and shook your head. “I’ve always had a crush on Evan peters, algee smith from let it shine, Keith powers, and of course Tom holland, I don’t know but just in all his movies he was the cutest thing” you giggled, putting a leg over the other. “That’s a lot of people” “hey, I only crush on one now, and yes it’s Tom holland” the girl raised her eyebrows at the camera “you make sure you hit her up” “please do” you wink at the camera, “now, you feel sexy most when?” “Probably when I take a shower and put on my silk robe” you shrugged.

“Silk? Sexy” Tom smiled to himself, imagining you in it, maybe a towel over your freshly washed hair, lingerie under, maybe a mustard yellow to match your skin, his eyes widened in shock as he felt uncomfterble in his pants, he looked down at his pants “fuck, not now!”

“Are you really crying?” Hunter asked. “No I’m having an emotional roller coaster” “so your feeling different emotions, your so bipolar” hunter laughs, “your not helping you know” she only shrugged at you, then the door was knocked on “I’ll go get it” “alright” you acted sleep, thinking that it was probably zendaya and... you were right. “Hey is she sleep?” She asked, hugging hunter. “yeah, but come in- she’s on the couch” hunter smiled, hearing zendayas foot steps and she giggled “she’s sober by now” she bent down, wiggling your ear and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hiiiii” she waved at you, you only waved back, then she laid down next to you, her glasses on and in her sweatpants and a black t-shirt. “So you and Tom didn’t work huh?” She whispered and you only shook your head no, a tear fell down your cheek as she coed at you, wiping it away. “He’s stupid, he will come around one day yeah?” You nodded at her, “did you make the cake?” She asked and you nodded again. “Let me show you, come here” hunter said, she looked at you, you looked pretty lifeless at the moment honestly. Hunter and zendaya left and you checked your phone.

Ding

Your eyebrows furrowed at the anonymous message. You opened it and it said-

Hey it’s Tom, I was wondering if you’d like to get lunch yeah?

You texted him back-

As In... Tom holland orrrr...

Tom smiled at his phone

Yes y/n, Tom holland here, take it while you can

Cocky asshat

He laughed at your reply sending winking emojis,

Yeah lunch, I’ll see what I can do

Cya love

Bye luv

As time passed Tom looked at your work, your charity events, your women’s rights, your debates, your everything. He grew more interest then he already did, already wishing to work with you. “Hamburgers? What if she’s vegan, fuck” he only searched up what food you like, “burrito truck?” He could tell you weren’t like the other people with loaded of money, you were more of the cheap rich, not a bad thing but a very good one. “Sparkling water? That doesn’t really go with burritos, she doesn’t like cheese by it’s self or where you can taste it over anything, she sticks to the basics, god I need a pen and paper for this” “I got it, lover boy” Harry says, throwing it at him.

“Hey your the one who’s trying to take her away from me” “no that’s not true, I was trying to help you actually, her favorite color is (y/f/c) she likes nature or a big view of the city, beach sometimes, she actually wants a beach house” he shrugged, Tom smiled and thanked him, writing some things down

-nature, somewhere green for lunch

-quiet too, somewhere not to public

-sparkling water for sure, no burritos though

“Shit I don’t know, chicken or something!” Tom struggled.

-fruits, nuts, macoroons, nuts, wine

He smiled at the ugly written bullet points, “aha” he then took his phone, biting his lips as he tried to find the perfect place.

“He asked me to lunch last night” you smiled, hunter and zendaya looked at each other, mouths agape as they laughed. “Really? Oh my god y/n can I be the god mom?” “Oh I’ll be the god dad all the way!” Hunter added as you laughed and shook your head, you’ve been on a Harry Potter marathon all night, now your on a Star Wars one, so many tears fell of your face, you cried for draco, zendaya cried for George and Fred, hunter cheered on voldermort, which almost got her kicked out, how petty.

“What if it’s only lunch?” You asked, looking at hunter and zendaya. “I mean, yeah it is only lunch” hunter shrugged making zendaya slap her arm. “No it isn’t, you are probably gonna get laid and he’s gonna confess his love to youuu, then you both naked and kissing” “ew don’t make me imagine that” hunter shuddered, sticking out her tongue. “Welp we are staying here when you leave” “how do you know I won’t be back?” “Because I know things”

Tom spent his day visiting places, until he found the perfect one, green and the ocean? Best thing ever. It was pretty too, no plastic, no damage to the ground, the ocean is to be heard, perfect for you and Tom. He texted you to get ready, it was about 6, he bought everything he needed for it, put the ice cream in the cooler with ice in it.

“Alright, this one” hunter held up a dress, a small slit but it was a sweater dress, like for the fall or winter, it’s white with brown buttons that go down to the end of your stomach, the dress stops in the middle of your thighs. “Then wear some comfterble shoes please, we don’t want you to run your toes” zendaya said, pulling out some neon yellow huaraches. “That doesn’t match” hunter said, zendaya put the shoes back and pulled out some dark dark black ones.

You got dressed, comfterble for sure, zendaya flat ironed your hair while hunter did your makeup, “alright” zendaya and hunter admired their art, high giving each other before turning you to the mirror, “don’t worry it’s sweat resistant” hunter said, zendaya laughed as you rolled your eyes shaking your head. Then of course their was a knock on your door. “I’ll get it” zendaya said, you went to your room and grabbed your phone, noticing you have no pockets you held it. “Keep your hands off of my girlfriend, have fun though!” Zendaya said, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you came out and seen everyone smiling at you

“What happened?” You asked as everyone shook their head. “Nothing!” Hunter said smiling at you, Tom came up and gave you flowers, not roses but daises “you look lovely” he says, giving you a hug, chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis, not in a Percy way of course, just a very friendly and close hug. “Can you put these in a vase for me?” You say, handing the flowers to hunter as she only smiled and made her way to the kitchen. “Have fun, once again, we want her back by 10” “that’s only 4 hours zendaya” “we’ll make your way over there, it’s starting to become late” “alright mother, we’re out” you sarcastically say, leaving Tom laughing as he takes your hand and pulls you to his-

“El Camino!?” You said, practicly smiling a a child when they get ice cream. “Yep, I know how much you like old cars so why not get you one right?” He squeezed your hand. “Oh I could so kiss you right now!” “I wanna save it for later, let’s go” he smiled at you, he pulled you to your seat and opened the door for you, you sat down and he closed it, running to his side and getting in. “Your pretty fast” “shut up” he laughed and started the car, Kendrick Lamar playing in the background as you both rode in the city.

It was silent but comfterble, you slipped your phone in the cup holder, played footsie with yourself, and almost shook when he placed his hand on your thigh, you looked at him and he smiled at you “warm” he only said, paying attention to the road, rocking his hand back and forth.

“I love this, you gave me all the things I love tonight” you smiled. “You now at the birthday party I didn’t show that I liked you” he commented, laying in his stomach ontop of the very large blanket as you sat with your legs closed. “Yeah I don’t think you like me... I know if it’s weird and-“ “what no I like you! I do! I’m just stupid, like zendaya would say, so” you both giggled as he sat up and grabbed a grape vine, it has grapes on it by the way. “Lay down” he smiled, and you followed, laying down. “I’ve seen all the work you’ve done” he smiled, the radio in the band Toto playing, Africa currently playing. He leaned down the grape and feed it to you and you chuckled. “I really like how dedicated you are, how hard working you are, how nice you are, everything about you is beautiful” he complemented, the moon popping out for the ocean, the sounds of water slapping the rocks calming the both of you.

“Well thank you” you say, done with the grapes he fed you, he fed you some more. “I bought ice cream” “what kind?” “Uhmmmm, not vanilla, cookies and cream!” “Doesn’t that have vanilla in it?” You looked at him, he shrugged and put the grapes down and took the ice cream out of the freezer “I didn’t know you were such a 80s fan, what would you bring back?” He asked you. “Probably all the color, the music, I love mullets and shags I just love it all, how everything was in fashion, freedom and dumb teenagers and yelling old people, ya know?” “So your a very detailed person?” “Yeah, I don’t pay attention to the big picture that much if I’m being honest” ‘it never rains in Southern California, by tony’ playing, now the moon full on display, he grabbed two spoons and handed it to you, you both grabbed a scoop. “Let’s try something”

“Like what?” “Cross my arm with yours yeah?” You wrapped your arm around his, your spoon facing you “and 3” he said, taking the ice cream in his mouth as you followed, giggling “I like the flavor” you covered your mouth. “See! I knew what I was talking about, and doing!” He cheered, you both laid side by side and looked at the view, still eating the ice cream of course, until he put his lips on yours. “I really like you y/n, I hope-“ you put your lips on his, holding onto his cheek you smiled into it, he made his hand go down to hold onto your waist, the moon shining on both of you, he flipped both of you over so he was on top, you let out a quiet moan as he kissed your neck and slipped up you dress, taking off your panties, you trailed your hands down to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, rubbing over his torso, moaning as he found your sweet spot, kissing it and sucking harsh circles on your neck, he sat up and helped you take of his shirt, unbuckling his pants and taking off the belt to where ever.

He unbuttoned your dress, taking out your breasts and sucking on one of them, you whimpered as he twisted the other, your hands making it to his hair and tugging a bit making him hum in satisfaction. He switched nipples and looked up at you, you head was thrown back, breathing heavy and he opened your legs, you bucked your hips up allowed him to pull your dress up and over your head, he ditched his pants, well not really, there still around his ankles and both of your shoes are off, how? I don’t know. He came up and you leaned on your arm while the other was on his cheek, your lips hovering his, he muttered a ‘ready’ you nodded and he bottomed out in you, both moaning at the sensation, he kissed you and rocked his hips, you moaned as his hands found your waist, holding onto his bicep for support. Soft moans shared “y/n, fuck your so tight” he whispered in your neck and you whimpered, clawing his arm as he went harder, still slow though,

“Tommy, I’m gonna-“ you swallowed, bucking your hips up and arching your back, he rubbed your hips and held on tighter to them. He groaned and started going fast, high pitched moans leaving your lips as he stopped going hard, “cum for me” he let one hip go and rubbed your pearl slowly. “God- mm” you bit your lip trapping the moans, your head tilting back as he used it to suck more hickies on you, claiming you as you just took it all in, your head slowly starting coming up, leaving cries as your arm circled his around his arm, your back arching more, connecting chests as you said his name like a prayer while you came “fuck fuck fuck” he moaned, so close, your walls to warm to leave. “You on the pill?” He choked out. You repeated ‘mhm’ and just like that he came inside you, your name left his mouth as he rode out both of your highs, breathing heavy as a new song played ‘ask of you’ by Raphael, you both chuckled as he pressed his forehead on yours.

“Would you be my-“ “I think you know the answer Thomas, this is my 12 dream right here” you giggled. He pulled out and rolled over next to you, taking his arm and wrapping it around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest “your moans are adorable, we have to have sex more often” you only laughed at him, coming up to kiss his neck on his sweet spot, his jawline under his ear, sucking hickies on his neck as he looked at the water that the moon is glistening on. You both cleaned up with his baby wipes and covered yourselves with the extra blanket he had, he poured you both a glass on wine too, just taking each other in and the perfect view.

On the other side zendaya and hunter were high giving each other, FaceTiming Harry and saying “we got em!” He smiled and cheered, lifting his beer with Harrison and taking a sip. They set it all up, how? Who knows.

[wroteasongabouther]

I'm definitely gonna need a morning after with that best friend post

bestfriend!harry part 2 please???

Bestfriend!harry is the best consept in the whole world, I love you for writing it and PLEASE post more asap! Literally the best thing I’ve read in ages

That bestfriend!harry was amazing! Will there be a part 2?

You and your best friend did that? HOLY SHIT that’s hot af WRITE A SECOND PART PLEASEEEE

pleaseee do part 2 bestfriend!harry

I would DEFINITELY like to read a pt two of the best friend Harry one is you want to write one !!!!

Could I request a pt 2 to the bestfriend!harry??

YUP SO AFTER ALL THESE REQUESTS I DECIDED TO GET ON THIS AND WRITE A PART TWO

AND YET AGAIN I WENT OFF OOPS

HERE’S PART ONE

“Holy fuck I have the worst headache,”

“Drank too much?”

“Shut up Niall this is your bloody fault and that disgusting flavoured vodka,”

“Didn’t think it was disgusting last night,”

Harry glares at the blonde haired boy while he opens the cupboard beside your fridge and grabs a single serve Keurig cup and pops it into the Keurig. Before he starts it up he grabs a mug, funny enough it’s the one he had bought you for a house warming gift. Printed on the plain white mug was a photo of him in his stupid Miley Cyrus costume, which was oh so flattering. You have a good laugh from it whenever it gets used though.

Remy and Niall start arguing about something in the living room - which was open to the kitchen - as you open the fridge and fill up your glass with more filtered water. As you’re drinking half the glass, the fridge still open and water jug still in hand, you caught Harry’s side glance at you. Your body feels like it’s burning and your head feels like it’s about to explode. Half of this could’ve been prevented if you just stopped what had happened last night. But you knew you wanted it. Question was if Harry wanted it or not.

You fill up your glass again, eyes focused on what your doing, then close the fridge. “Feeling alright?” You ask Harry as he rubs both his eyes.

“Might throw up,” he states.

“Gross,” you chuckle and walk out of the kitchen.

You weren’t going to be the one to bring up last night. Maybe he just didn’t remember, you could live with that right? Pretend that you had blacked out as well and go about your life as normal. Send Harry stupid memes and have him over alone to binge watch The 100 or make ridiculous jokes and sing along to music in his car. Things didn’t have to change because you two got a little too drunk and handsy.

“Rems, are you still gunna hang out today?” You ask while taking a seat on the couch beside Niall. Remy sat on the carpeted floor with a blanket draped over her legs.

“Yeah,” she shrugs, “my roommate had been seriously annoying lately and I like you better anyways,”

“You better,” you stick out your tongue.

“I should probably get goin’, gotta let the dogs out or me mum will freak,” Niall says while standing from the couch.

“How long are you house sitting for again?” Remy asks.

“A week,” he replied while gathering his things. The two of you nod and say goodbye. “Tell Harry goodbye for me,” he says, causing you to look around for Harry. He must’ve felt real sick, probably hugging the toilet for dear life and cursing Niall for giving him more shots after the club.

You had woken up an hour ago, Harry’s body no longer touching yours in any way. Immediately imagines of last night flooded your brain as you heard the light snores from beside you. A stinging feeling was felt in your chest as you overthought everything. Harry didn’t like you, he never did and never would. Last night he got too drunk and blacked out while his horny side took over and got you off. That was that, and now you had to live with it and ignore the hurt inside.

“Jesus, took you long enough,” Remy grumbles while getting off the floor, “first Y/N’s bed and now the loo, what’s next ya gonna steal my car to drive home too?”

“Sod off,” Harry mumbles as you watch Remy walk passed him towards the washroom. Your eyes follow Harry as he walks into the kitchen and grabs his mug full of coffee.

“Feeling any better?” You ask as he takes a seat next to you and sets his mug on the coffee table. You have to curl your legs up as he sits down, but Harry is quick to do as he usually does and grabs your ankles to let you rest your legs in his lap. It’s not out of the norm, yet after last night it felt awkward.

“Not really,” he admits, “Niall leave already?”

You nod your head, “had to let his mums dogs out,”

“Fuckin’ twat didn’t look a bit hungover,” Harry grumbles as he reaches for his coffee, taking a sip before setting it back down. His hands casually rest on your calves and your body sets fire again from his touch.

“Did you sleep alright?” you ask to fill the awkward silence between you two.

Harry nods, “did you?”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” you mumble and look away from Harry as his eyes are on you.

“Good, thanks for letting me crash in your bed,”

“No problem,” you clear your throat and meet his gaze. He had to of remembered, this can’t just be eating you alive. “But next time maybe let Remy sleep in the bed, cause if I have to hear her complain about sleeping on the floor again I’m going to go crazy,”

Harry chuckles and nods, “for sure,” he says.

“I am freaking starving,” Remy shouts while entering the living room again. You sit up striaght, taking your legs off Harry and watch Remy. “Let’s get some McDonalds and then sit and watch shit tv all day,”

“Works for me,” you say while standing up and stretching, “you gunna come along, H?”

“No, I should get home,” he states and gets up slowly from the couch. He reaches for his coffee mug and finishes it before walking into the kitchen and putting the mug into the dishwasher.

You and Remy get ready by the door and as soon as Harry joins you feel tense again. He’s not watching you more carefully than any time before, he’s not making an effort to touch you, he’s just slipping into his boots and jacket before holding open the door for you. Both Remy and Harry wait for you to lock the door then you all make your way downstairs.

“Are you even gunna make it home?” Remy asks Harry, who had to stop once outside to potentially throw up some more.

“Yeah,” Harry swallows and shakes his head, “fuck Niall, that fuck,” he mutters.

You chuckle and bump into him, “maybe I should’ve stayed up, seeing as I’ve got a bigger dick than you,” you tease. It was an inside joke. Harry sniffled during sad films and he complained more than you did. Therefore, your metaphoric dick was bigger than his.

Remy had kept walking towards your car while Harry stood up straight again and took one large step towards you. He was so close, and your breath gets caught in your throat. Flashbacks from last night flood in as you see Harry lips turn up into a smirk.

“Don’t recall you having a dick last night,” Harry says in a low voice.

Your eyes widen in shock from his words as he steps past you. He remembered. He remembered and he wasn’t going to do or say anything else about it either? You shake your head and turn around, seeing Harry step up to his car that’s parked beside yours. This was really happening. You and your best friend casually fooled around last night and were brushing it off casually too. You could do this. Taking a deep breath, you get into your car and start it up as Harry pulls away.

“What’s up with you two?” Remy asks as you drive down the street.

“Nothing,” you say with a shrug.

It was nothing. A one time drunken mistake, right? That’s the page you and Harry were on, right? Fuck this.

Hey you busy tonight?

nope just was gunna stay in tonight actually

Oh, well wanna start re-watching The 100? The new season starts next month

yeah sure! come over whenever

K, probably will be sometime after 7, just at work. There’s so many punks trying to play the guitars today it’s annoying.

show them who’s boss lol

…

pick up some liquor i wanna make it a drinking game lol

I’m down! You need something too?

nope im good thanks tho

…

Come open your door

Hello?

Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!

shut up i’m coming!!!!

“Were you in the shower?” Harry asks as you answer the door with a towel in hand while drying the ends of your hair.

“Bath, actually,” you correct him. Harry closes the door behind him and you want to the couch.

“Nice,” Harry nods and walks into the kitchen. “You use one of those bath bomb things I got you for Christmas?”

“Yup, it was blue and pretty,” you smile.

“Want a mixed drink or the cooler drinks you’ve got in the fridge?”

“Cooler please,”

Harry moves around in the kitchen and you click through your smart TV to get to Netflix to start up The 100. As Harry takes a seat on the couch with you, he passes you your drink before leaning back and relaxing into the cushion he claimed as his own over the years. He once went off about how it had shaped to his bottom one drunk night - arguing with you and Niall, of course Niall was more into the discussion.

Things felt normal. Not like he had fingered your last weekend and now you hadn’t talked about it since. You made up a few starter rules for drinks, ending up chugging half pretty early. By the second episode you were resting your legs in Harry’s lap and finishing your second drink.

“Bellamy is kinda a dick in this season,” Harry states before finishing off his drink too.

“Want another?” you ask while standing up from the couch.

“Yeah, thanks,” he smiles and hands you his glass.

It was the liquor getting to you, as you pour Harry’s drink a bit too strong accidentally, you were day dreaming about dirty dirty things. Screw drunk Harry last weekend touching you like that. Now with a simple look you got even more turned on than before. Before it was a crush sorta feeling, but like you’d always love him and want him. Now you had a little taste and wanted the whole damn cake. You crack open your drink and have a long sip.

How could you do this? Friends with benefits, that is the best angle right? You ponder these things while taking your seat again and give Harry’s his glass. He grabs your ankles and brings your legs up into his lap again - a giggle escapes your lips from his action. While the show plays, you have trouble paying attention. Harry’s gently rubbing your ankles and up your calves.

“So,” Harry draws out the word, causing your head to spin as you look towards him, “are we not talking about last weekend then?” he asks.

“Uh,” you’re so thrown off, “I mean, we can, yeah, sure,”

“You didn’t like it?”

“Uh,” this was really happening, you suck in a deep breath and have a sip of your drink, “I mean, yeah I liked it,”

Harry chuckles and lets his finger tips tickle across your skin, “yeah, stupid question I guess,” he seems nervous.

“Was it a mistake?” you question, the most burning one of all.

“I don’t think so,” he shrugs and keeps brushing his fingers along your skin, “it was kinda nice,” Harry admits.

“Yeah,” you breathe out.

Harry looks up and meets your eyes now. You take this moment to have another sip of your drink. You definitely needed the liquor to get through this conversation. You catch Harry let out a low chuckle before he moves your legs from his lap. Thinking he’s getting up, you sit up some more and move out of his way - only suddenly Harry’s holding himself over top of you, his face is so close you can feel his breath.

“How nice?” Harry smirks, “do it again, kinda nice? Did you want me to get you off again, pet?”

Your eyes flutter closed and then back open again as your stomach twists and turns. “If I’m correct,” you pause and take a few seconds to look into Harry’s eyes, “I owe you one,”

Harry states down at you for a moment, as if he’s trying to figure you out. Then he smirks and moves away from you completely, sitting back in his seat and finishing off his drink. You watch him, confused by what was happening - had you said something wrong?

“As you wish then, pet,” Harry’s voice is rough but then he clears it and motions for to his pants. Your eyes fall to his crotch, and yup there’s a growing bulge against his jeans.

You lick your lips, sitting up and getting off the couch slowly. Nerves come over you as you end up between Harry’s legs. As the show continues on in the background and Harry leans back while his hooded eyes are on you, it’s obvious this night took a turn. You’d blame the alcohol. Finally you suck it up and pull out whatever sort of sex machine was inside of you and reach of the button of Harry’s jeans.

You don’t think, instead you just imagine how good this will be. Pulling down the zipper slowly, you can feel his hard cock. Swallowing hard, you push down the material and let out his pulsating cock. Without looking up you know just how much harry is controlling himself by the throaty sound that comes from him as you run your thumb over the tip of him. So many things are running through you head. But you let them fade away as you lean forward and lick all the way up his shaft before closing your lips around the top of him. You let go on him and look up to see Harry watching you, the list in his dark eyes was obvious.

“Ready for me already, huh?” You question, letting the thickness in your voice stay in hopes it sounds more sexy. Harry let’s out a groan as you flicker your tongue over his tip.

“Don’t be a tease, pet,” he grumbles.

“Not being a tease, am I?” You say jokingly, using an innocent voice while peering up at him again.

“Oh baby,” he struggles as you blow out dramatically through your mouth, only an inch from his tip. “Just put those pretty fuckin’ lips around my cock, pet,” he groans and without another second to staple you close your lips around him. Bobbing up and down on his cock, you hear him groan again and again.

You should’ve known he’d have a long thick cock, especially after last weekend with it pressed up against your bum all night. But it’s surprising as you’re sucking him off, gagging every few motions as you try to force as much of him into your mouth. You like it though. The feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat. It’s a slutty feeling, but it’s one you’re dreamt of before. Harry whimpers and moans as you keep moving, occasionally popping his cock out of your mouth and working fast with your hand only to have it back in your mouth again.

“Fuck, let’s it, take it all,” Harry let’s out a long loud groan as you push his entire length into your mouth and stop at the base. Your eyes are watering and then you let go as you feel as though you’re about to gag.

There’s no wasting a second as you feel Harry’s hips buckle. He’s close, liking what you’re doing to him as much as you like what he had done to you. You bob up and down near the tip of his cock, lapping your tongue over the tip every few seconds. Harry moans some more and you feel his hand on your head, fingers threading into your hair.

“You like it don’t you, being on your knees in front of me, huh? Like my big cock in yeh mouth, pet?” Harry says through clenched teeth. You peer up at him through your lashes, popping him out of you mouth but working his shaft with your hand as a smile curls upon your lips.

“You like my lips around your big cock, don’t you?” You tease back. Harry cursed under his breath as you quickly suck him off instead of waiting for a response.

You work faster as you feel his throbbing in your mouth. He’s about to burst, you just know it. The hand he had in your hair tightening, guiding you down into his cock as he throws his head back and groans loudly again. His cock twitches in your mouth, any second now and he’s be filling up your mouth. You feel it hit the back of your throat suddenly, the hot salty taste causes you to sit back and stick out your tongue as he comes. It all goes into your mouth, grunts and groans with each spew. After a moment you wrap your lips around his cock, causing another string of moans, before letting his cock free and swallowing.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Harry mumbles with an arm over his eyes and his other hand on his stomach as his chest heaves. You smile, turning around to grab your can to wash away his come.

“Now,” you pause while taking you seat on the couch again, “we’re even,” you smile.

Harry let’s out a chuckle while situating himself back into his pants again. You catch him shaking his head as you focus on the tv across from you. There’s no more words, you know you’d sucked the damn life out of Harry as he stays leaning back in the couch with his legs apart. You can’t wipe the smile from your face as his hand rests on your thigh and you two continue to watch the show and play your drinking game.

“Ha! Murphy threatened someone, drink,” you say before lifting your can to your lips. Harry drinks and pats your leg, pointing at the fact Clarke was giving some shit speech to “the people”, meaning another drink for you both.

Any more of this and you’d be passing out soon from the amount of liquor you’ve had.

[taexual]

You Belong To Me [2] / Youngjae x Reader (SMUT)

OTHER PARTS: 01 - Got7 Mafia AU / 02 / 03

According to the rules of the Mafia, the wife belonged to her husband. After repeatedly catching you in the company of guys who seemed to follow you wherever you went, Youngjae felt like he needed to remind you of this rule.

Pairing: Mafia AU!Youngjae x Reader

Warnings: smut + possessive and jealous youngjae

Words: 3.6k

Requests:

please do a continuation of the arranged marriage mafia w youngjae pls✨ 

A Youngjae mafia scenario pleaseee        

Youngjae had once half-jokingly mentioned that he didn’t particularly enjoy it when you were hanging out with other men. Then, he told you he had a sensor that vibrated whenever some asshole was harassing you. And all through it, you thought he wasn’t being serious.

But then you were proved wrong.

Youngjae wasn’t kidding. He was dead serious.

You uncovered the truth about his jealousy when five months into the marriage (although it was arranged, the marriage was still filled with flirting and occasional seemingly innocent touches) you were at a club with a few of your friends. Youngjae had stayed at home because he had to leave town early the next morning.

You were starting your third cocktail and already felt quite intoxicated when a guy you’ve never seen before approached you.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.

You turned to look at him, a straw from the cocktail you just started to drink still in your mouth. You had expected that showing him that your glass was full would have been enough, but the guy kept on staring you expectantly, so you pulled the straw out of your mouth and gave him a weird look.

“No, thanks,” you finally said. “I just bought one myself.”

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be paying for drinks,” he continued.

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes at his pathetic attempts at flirting, you tried to keep the polite smile on your face.

“But I am,” you replied. “This may come as a shock to you, but being pretty is not my only occupation.”

Clearly at a loss for words, the guy just laughed. “And she’s got a mouth on her.”

“Are we talking about me in third person now?” you asked. “Because she – that is me – would really like to be left alone.”

“Come on, don’t be like that,” the guy continued, not knowing how to give up. “Let me just buy you a drink, yeah?”

“Are you deaf?” you asked, losing patience. “I just told you I already bought a drink for myself. And I also asked you to leave.”

“Let me change your mind about that.”

“About me having a drink?” you asked. “I’m pretty sure the only way I will no longer have a drink is if I pour it in your face. Goodbye.”

You stood up from the bar chair, taking your glass with you, and just as you prepared to walk away from him, you suddenly felt him grab your hand.

“Baby girl, let’s—”

You turned around angrily and tossed the drink in his face without thinking twice about it.

The people around you gasped loudly and the guy immediately released his grip on you, turning to look at you with a dangerous expression on his face.

“Now you’ve pissed me off.”

He took a threatening step towards you and just when you checked the back of your jeans for the gun that Youngjae insisted you always carry with you, you realized the gun wasn’t there because you had chosen to wear a skirt today instead. Panicking what to do next, you suddenly heard your husband’s voice.

“She told you to fuck off, buddy,” Youngjae said, making his way through the few remaining people, who immediately stepped away to let him through.

It seemed as though this scene was now the source of entertainment in the club because nearly every person stopped dancing. It felt as if the music got quieter and turned into background noise, too.

“Youngjae?” you asked frowning. “How the fuck did you get here?”

“Yeah. And who the fuck are you?” the guy directed his anger towards Youngjae instead of you.

“I’m her fucking husband,” Youngjae said. “And I’m also the last face you’re going to see before I beat your ass into dust if you don’t get the fuck out of my sight.”

The guy weighed his options for about a second and then took a step towards Youngjae. You closed your eyes, knowing very well what was going to happen.

Even before the guy got a chance to open his mouth to say something back, your husband’s fist pierced through the guy’s jawline, sending him backwards. He hit the bar stools and knocked off the few empty glasses from the bartop.

“You motherf—”

“I told you to leave while you still had the chance,” Youngjae cut him off, walking towards him, more than ready to strike another punch.

“Listen, buddy. I don’t know why you think you can act like you own the place here,” the guy replied.

Instead of replying, Youngjae threw another punch right into the guy’s nose. You swore you could hear his bones crack.

“I do own the place. Buddy,” Youngjae told him, dangerously towering over the guy who was now lying on the floor, wiping the blood from his face.

“Fuck you,” he said, getting up and taking a few cautious, yet unbalanced, steps backwards. “I don’t mess with psychos like you.”

“Good! Don’t mess with the wives of psychos like me either,” Youngjae said, watching as the guy walked away through thick crowds of people, who were all watching the scene in front of them.

“Youngjae,” you said quietly. “Let’s go home.”

“You’re damn right we’re going home,” he said, letting you know that the anger he felt when he punched that guy wasn’t gone yet. Far from it.

Not wanting to piss him off even more, you followed him out of the club, choosing not to cause any more unnecessary drama.

You were certain that the police was already on their way and that the guy Youngjae punched was probably going to sue him, but you knew that this was the least of Youngjae’s problems because no one ever sued the Mafia. Complaining about it was the equivalent of walking right into a brick wall.

The Mafia had its own rules, one of which was possession. You knew that. And, although technically, it wasn’t your fault that a random guy approached you, you knew you were going to be blamed for not standing up to him in a proper way. Because you were taken. You belonged to your husband.

Even though he was angry, Youngjae still opened the car door for you, slamming it shut as soon as you sat down in the passenger seat.

Once he walked around the car and sat behind the wheel, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” you told him. “Why are you mad at me?”

“You knew this would happen,” he said simply, pulling the car in reverse so he could drive out of the parking lot.

“What?” you frowned. “How could I have known that a random asshole would start hitting on me?”

“Because this happens every time!” Youngjae shot back, clearly annoyed by your cluelessness. “Whenever you go out to drink, you end up getting hit on by guys.”

“And how is that my fault?” you asked. “It’s not like I send out a mating call whenever I step out in public!”

“You might as well be doing that,” he said. “Considering how many guys throw themselves at you when you go out.”

“Okay, so do you want me to stay home every night and entertain myself?”

“That would actually be great.”

“You sound insane, Youngjae,” you shook your head. “And I swear, I still don’t understand how you always appear whenever I am when there’s guys giving me trouble but—”

“See, I don’t appear when guys are giving you trouble. I just appear. And there’s always guys giving you trouble.”

“You know what, Youngjae?” you glared at him. “If you didn’t bother to spend time with me only when other guys were giving me attention, then maybe I wouldn’t go out every night.”

Youngjae almost swerved off the road. “Are you saying you’re looking for their attention on purpose?”

You stayed quiet, choosing not to respond to his statement on purpose. He was starting to piss you off just as much as you seemingly pissed him off.

Noticing that you were now playing his game, Youngjae pushed the pedal, suddenly going way over the speed limit.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you yelled at him, watching the city lights pass behind the car windows. “Do you want to kill us?!”

“I’m going home,” he told you. “So I can teach you a lesson.”

Feeling a weird shift in your stomach, you looked away from him, not coming up with anything you could reply to that. Maybe you were afraid to find out what he meant. Or maybe you were excited.

As soon as Youngjae parked the car outside of your shared house, he walked around the car to open the door for you, once again remembering his manners despite the situation. Giving him an angry look for not stopping at any red light and nearly running over three pedestrians, you got out of the car and walked inside of the house.

You heard Youngjae’s footsteps right behind you and as soon as you entered the house, he followed you inside, instantly closing the door and pushing you against it.

“Youngjae—”

“You think it’s okay for you to do this?” he asked, his face suddenly too close to yours for you to think clearly. “You think it’s okay to break the rules?”

“What rules?” you whispered, even though you already knew what his response would be.

“You’re mine,” he said, his eyes darkening. “You have no fucking right let anyone else touch you. Or even look at you.”

“I didn’t—” you started to say but stopped when you felt Youngjae roughly place his hands on the door on either side of you, completely trapping you.

“You will not talk unless I give you permission,” he said. “Is that clear?”

Your mouth opened slightly at his tone, and you nodded, unable to believe that you were actually anticipating what would happen next.

“Good girl,” Youngjae said, leaning in even closer to you so that his lips now hovered right next to your ear. “Now can you tell me what you did today?”

“I went clubbing,” you answered slowly. “And I—”

“No, no, baby,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over the skin of your neck, but not yet touching it. “Tell me what you really did.”

“I… I disobeyed the rules.”

“That’s right,” Youngjae confirmed, finally placing his lips on your neck as your reward for getting the answer right.

He placed a butterfly kiss on your neck, pulling your shirt lower so he could have better access to the skin on your shoulder and kiss it, too.

He pulled back a little then, so he could look you in the eyes again.

“Do you know what I’m going to do now?” he asked you in a low voice.

“I can imagine.”

He hit his palm harshly against the door behind you, causing you to flinch. “Lose the attitude.”

“Sorry,” you said instinctively.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson, baby,” he said then, his eyes burning into yours. “Are you going to let me?”

You knew he didn’t need your permission to do whatever he wanted with you but you also knew that he’d never touch you if you didn’t let him. And you were going to explode if he didn’t touch you in the next few seconds.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Good girl,” he said again. These words sent heat all through your body. You ached for him.  

Finally, you felt Youngjae’s hands leave the door and instead move to your waist to bring your body closer to his. He connected your lips as soon as you felt his tough body press against yours and you swore your brain went into overdrive when his soft lips touched yours in a heated kiss.

A huge flame burst inside both of you when Youngjae deepened the kiss by brushing his tongue against yours. You thought you’d set the house on fire with your passion as you gripped his shirt, pulling him closer to you.

Youngjae pulled away for just a second then. “I’m going to show you who you belong to.”

You exhaled deeply when he bit your bottom lip softly and kissed you again, grinding his hips against yours, letting you feel what you were doing to him and how much he wanted you.

You moaned, when he slid his hands down your hips and under your skirt, and grabbed your ass, squeezing it and earning a hiss from you. He pulled away to show you a cocky smile on his face. He still hadn’t removed his hands from your back and relocated his lips to your neck as he fiercely sucked on the skin there, forcing you to squirm under him.

“Youngjae,” you moaned, feeling him smile while he sucked on your sweet spot, leaving another mark there.

“I’ll make you scream louder baby,” he promised, pulling away from you. “I’ll make it so so good for you, you won’t even think about saying a word to another guy.”

“Youngjae, I—”

“What did I say about talking without permission?”

“I’m sorry,” you said but the dark look in Youngjae’s eyes told you that sorry wasn’t going to do it anymore.

“Come here,” he told you, and you followed him with no hesitation.

Youngjae lead you to the living room where he sat down on the couch and watched you for a moment.

“Strip for me,” he said finally.

Biting your lip, you hesitated, not really sure what to do next but Youngjae’s hungry eyes told you that no matter what you did – as long as the ending would result in you being naked – anything would have been okay.

Slowly, you started to unbutton your shirt, your eyes never leaving his as his gaze slowly trailed down your chest once you finally took the shirt off. Licking his lips, Youngjae took a deep breath when you threw the shirt away. Even though you were standing across the room from him, you could still see the way his jeans restrained his growing length.

When you slowly started to pull the skirt down your legs, you heard him groan, as his eyes followed the material that was slowly leaving your body. Left just in your underwear and your high heels, you watched Youngjae for a moment, who seemed in a daze, too overwhelmed by the sight of you to say anything.

When you leaned down to take your heels off, Youngjae stopped you.

“Leave them on,” he commanded. “Come here.”

Anticipation burning within you, you slowly you made your way towards him, suddenly overcome with confidence at his needy tone. You walked with your hips swaying and kept eye contact with him all through it, not even realizing that you’ve been smirking.

Once you were close enough for him to reach you, he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him, so you landed right on his lap.

“Decided to tease me, baby?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “That’s not very nice. What will I do with you?”

As his hands moved down your neck, shoulders, and your waist until they landed on your ass, pulling it towards him so that your heat rubbed against his length, you moaned quietly. “You can do anything you want.”

Youngjae smirked at this. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

He lowered your body, so that you lied down on the couch, and leaned down to place a quick kiss on your lips. He removed your bra in a few seconds and then kissed you again, while his hands brushed softly against your hips, and then in one quick motion, he tore your panties off, throwing the ripped material away from you.

“Shit, Youngjae!” you gasped.

“They got in the way,” Youngjae replied, pulling away from you to take his shirt off. You watched as the black material left his body, revealing his defined abs that made you stop breathing for a moment.

Youngjae caught you staring at him and smirked. “Get on all fours for me, baby, will you?”

Obeying him, you quickly flipped over so that you were on your hands and knees. Immediately, you felt his hands slide down your back and roughly grab your ass before slapping it. It wasn’t very hard but the sound of his palm slapping your ass cheek echoed around the empty living room and you exhaled deeply.

“Tell me,” Youngjae said, caressing the reddening skin with his hand to soothe the pain. “What is the first thing you’re going to say when a guy tries to talk to you?”

“That I’m married,” you replied.

Another slap. You screamed out this time, hissing at the piercing pain that came after the slap, and yet still enjoying the way Youngjae softly brushed his hand against the red spot to ease the pain.

“What else?” he questioned while untying his belt to take his jeans off.

“T-that I’m yours.”

“That’s right,” Youngjae said, pushing his clothed hips into your naked core as he slapped your ass one more time. “You belong to me.”

You moaned from the amount of pleasurable feelings he was causing you. But you needed more. “Youngjae…”

“You want me to fuck you?” Youngjae asked slowly and waited until you nodded. “Beg for it.”

You felt his hands caress your body as his hips pushed into yours again. You were able to feel his hard length that was still confined in his boxers.

“Please, Youngjae,” you whispered, no longer caring about the desperation in your voice. “Please, just fuck me.”

As quickly as he could, he pulled his boxers down, pumping his length a few times before finally lining it up against your entrance. You couldn’t see him but you felt every movement of his body when he slowly pushed himself into you. You moaned at the feeling of him stretching you out in the best way possible. Once he was fully in, he stopped.

You thought he was giving you some time to adjust, but he leaned in to whisper to you, “You better fucking scream for me.”

And he pulled out of you, only to slam back inside, without letting you take a breath.

“F-fuck,” you managed to whisper while Youngjae began to thrust into you relentlessly.

The movement of his hips caused the entire couch under you to move. The way he held onto your hips as he slammed into you from behind told you that you’d have red marks tomorrow, but you didn’t care about any of that. The pleasure he was giving you with each thrust clouded your brain and made it hard to form coherent sentences.

Suddenly, Youngjae moved his hands to your stomach and slowly brushed his fingers against your clit.

“Fuck, Jae,” you moaned, feeling your hands give out, so now you were on your knees with your head buried in the cushions of the couch.

“Louder, baby,” he encouraged, reached deeper parts of you now that you had your head down and your hips up. “Let everyone know who you belong to.”

“Ahh, I c-can’t,” you tried to tell him that forming sentences was difficult when his hips were slamming into you at a rapid pace, but then, he hit your g-spot head-on. “Fuck, Youngjae!”

At the sound of you finally screaming his name, Youngjae repeated his previous action, managing to hit your sweet spot with every thrust of his hips, while his fingers continued to slowly work on your clit.

He had turned you into a moaning mess and made you feel so good, you were starting to see stars.

“I’m so close,” you moaned. “P-please don’t stop.”

Youngjae started to rub circles on your clit that matched the rhythm of his thrusts and helped bring you over the edge.

“Be a good girl and come for me,” he growled, feeling himself come close to his release.

He wasn’t going to come before you, though, so he had to bite his lip when he felt you clench around him.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you moaned, trying to scream into the pillow so you wouldn’t wake the neighbors up, but Youngjae wouldn’t let you do that, as he leaned in to pull the pillows away. This caused him to reach new depths inside of you, and you screamed out, no longer caring about any neighbors. “Ahh, Jae!”

“Come on, baby,” he said in a breathy voice and that was enough to finally send you over the edge.

Your entire body shook as your orgasm washed over you. You screamed out Youngjae’s name while he used one of his hands to tightly hold your hips as he continued to slam into you relentlessly, while his other hand rubbed your clit, magnifying the pleasure your orgasm brought you.

He came seconds after you, groaning loudly and holding onto you. He saw white as he came from his high and lost control of his body completely. His hips slowed down until he recovered from his orgasm and slowly pulled out of you, falling onto the couch next to you, his breathing still heavy.

“Fuck,” he whispered as you turned around to face him. Your pupils were still dilated and there was hair stuck to your forehead due to sweat. Your entire appearance screamed sex. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

You leaned in to quickly kiss him on the lips and gave him a soft smile when you pulled away. “I’m all yours, Youngjae.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t get enough of you,” he said, kissing you again, and then sitting up on the couch, pulling your body up along with his. “Now let’s go take a shower. I want to hear you scream my name again.”

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[eddiekaspbraklives-blog]

can you please do the “please? For me?” Thing from the 3 little words starter pack for Reddie?

3 little words || “Please? For me?”

Summary: To say that Eddie was concerned he would die on one of these things was an understatement. Does Richie know how many accidents happen on these every year? Has he even seen the ‘Top 10 fails’ videos circling the internet? Apparently not, because he was persistent on convincing Eddie to join him, anyways.

Word Count: 1,615

Warnings: A tad bit of swears and a couple joking mentions of death, nothing too crazy.

A/N: This probably wasn’t what you were expecting, but I hope it’s okay !!! Also I love roller coasters and I laugh like a mad man going down the hills, and I hc that Richie is the same. Fight me on it. Enjoy !!!

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To say that Eddie was concerned he would die on one of these things was an understatement. Does Richie know how many accidents happen on these every year? Has he even seen the ‘Top 10 fails’ videos circling the internet? Apparently not, because he was persistent on convincing Eddie to join him anyways.

Going against his common sense, Eddie had decided to tag along with Richie to an amusement park. Why? He wasn’t so sure. He had kind of assumed they’d spend the day playing games and going on safe, fun rides like the carousels or baby roller coasters. He was wrong. God, he wished he were on a baby roller coaster.

He had managed to keep Richie from dragging him onto anything too high or too fast, but he couldn’t keep the thrill seeker away from thrills for long. Halfway into the day, all Richie was doing was complaining. Eddie could tell that their perfectly safe and reasonable amusement park date was about to get… A little less safe and reasonable.

“I wanna go on the Storm Racer!” Richie begged like a little kid. “Pleaseee,” He dragged out, “all we’ve done is go on stuff for 5 year olds, and all these Christian mothers keep staring at me like I’m a freak while I ride next to their toddlers.”

“You are a freak.” Eddie barked back, trying to avoid his boyfriends question.

“Can we go?” He pleaded. “You’re gonna have so much fun when you get to the top of the hill. I promise it isn’t even that bad! It looks super high but it’s such a blast when you go down the first drop.” He informed Eddie.

He just scoffed, not believing what he was hearing. “I’ve watched videos from when people test their amusement park rides. I’ve seen one where the test dummy just flew out of the coaster! He flew right out while he was way up in the air like a bird who tried to fly but couldn’t. You want that to be us?” Eddie asks him, eyebrows raised.

Richie rolled his eyes and groaned. “Oh, please. That was probably fake. That’s only happened twice in real life.”

“What?!” Eddie cried.

“Joking! That was a joke!” Richie added quickly, realizing he wasn’t helping his case. “But for real, Eds. I promise they do tons of checks on these all the time and there’s secure seat belts and harnesses and everything. You’re perfectly safe. Sometimes there’s even extra handle bars to hold on to.” He reassured.

“Okay, well.. Maybe that sounds reasonable enough, but have you ever stopped to consider what could happen if the actual cart flew off the track?”

“They do checks for that too, Eds.” Richie deadpanned.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Come on the Storm Racer with me and I won’t.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Beep beep, Richie.”

Richie let out an obnoxious whine as Eddie pulled him by the arm to a nearby bench, sitting the both of them down.

“This is for your own good, Tozier. I guarantee there’s faulty wiring somewhere in that thing. We can get some ice cream or something instead. How does that sound?”

Richie glared at Eddie, crossing his arms and keeping his lips shut tight.

“Are you serious right now? The silent treatment? I’m looking out for you!” Eddie explained.

In response, Richies facial expression contorted from mock anger to pouting as he began to fake cry.

“Jesus, I am dating a 6 year old! This is exactly why I’ve been taking you on kiddie rides all day.” Eddie laughed at his own joke, but Richie paid no mind.

“Please come with me on the Storm Racer, Eddie spaghetti!” He cried, dramatically grabbing Eddies shoulders and lightly shaking them. “I’ll do anything you want for the rest of the day.” He tried to bargain.

“As tempting as that sounds…” Eddie began to think, but before he could get any further Richie cupped Eddies face in his hands and stared directly into his eyes, serious as ever.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asked, trying to read his companions face.

“Eddie. You need to take risks.”

He rolled his eyes, but Richie immediately spoke up. “Look at me! This is gonna be so much fucking fun, you don’t even know. Well, you really don’t, because if you did you would be waiting in line with me already. But it’s gonna be amazing. Amazing! You hear me?”

Eddie raised one eyebrow. “Eh… I still think-“

Richie cut him off. “Nope. You don’t think. Just do. If you don’t tag along I’ll have to resort to extreme measures.” He warned. When Eddie just giggled, Richie pulled his hands away from his face and sighed.

“Alright, Eds. No kisses for 3 days.”

“What?!” Eddie cried for a second time that day.

“I told you, and now you’ve gotta face the consequences.” He said, trying not to smile.

“That is not fair, you asshole. I’m just trying not to die here.”

“Shame.” Richie shrugged, not even bothering to try to look regretful.

“Fine! Fine. I’ll go on this stupid death trap!” Eddie caved immediately, watching Richie jump up from his seat in excitement.

“Fuck yes! Thank you, Eddie spaghetti!” He laughed, leaning down to pepper a few kisses onto Eddies face.

“Whatever. I’m only agreeing because you’re annoying me.” Eddie tried to play off.

“Sure. Now let’s go!” He exclaimed, grabbing Eddies hand and practically dragging him all the way to the line. Once they got up to the entrance, Richie tried to walk in but lost grasp of Eddies hand when Eddie let go, stopping in his tracks. Richie turned around to look at him.

“What’s wrong?” He asked sincerely.

Eddie looked up at the ride with a worried look on his face. “I don’t know if I can do this, Rich. I know you didn’t take it seriously, but these rides freak me out.” He said, looking back at his boyfriend.

Richie’s face fell and he stepped towards Eddie, grabbing his hand once more.

“Hey. I swear on my life, nothing’s gonna happen to you. Just come up here with me and I can hold your hand and we can kiss at the top of the biggest hill and I can talk to you the whole time. It’ll be just fine, I promise.” He cooed as Eddie gazed at him. “Please? For me?”

“Alright. For you.” He replied, watching a grin spread on Richie’s face with his answer.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!” Eddie squealed, watching the ground get smaller and smaller beneath him as a cart ever-so-slowly pulled him up.

“Deep breaths, okay Eds?” Richie reminded him, grabbing onto his hand tightly. “I’ve got you!”

“Okay. Okay, phew! I can do this. I can do it.” Eddie muttered, trying his best to convince himself, hardly noticing how Richie’s thumb rubbed his knuckles in a comforting manner.

“Alright, we’re almost there. Are you ready?” He asked the smaller boy, though he didn’t have much of a choice.

“I don’t kn-Holy shit!” He exclaimed as they reached the top of the hill. “We’re so fucking high.” He said quickly.

Richie ignored his impulse to make a joke out of Eddie’s last statement and spoke fast while the cart hovered for a moment. “Hey.”

Eddie looked at him, and Richie leaned in to do just what he promised. He kissed him soft and sweet, pulling back just as fast as he had leaned forwards. “Let’s do this!” He yelled as the cart began to roll forwards, hurling them down.

Although Eddie let out a squeal he would never admit to, and although his grip on Richie’s hand tightened enough to practically break it, the drop didn’t send him into a panic attack unlike he had expected. Instead, he focused on looking at Richie while they soared down, training his gaze on his freckled face and messy hair. He watched as his lover squeezed his eyes shut, raising his free hand in the air and laughing; really laughing.

Despite the cool feeling of the wind rushing quickly against him, Eddie could feel his face flush at the sight. He had never seen Richie look this carefree. Suddenly he was okay with the fact that he had just plummeted 200 something feet, because Richie was truly happy in this moment, and that was a feeling the poor boy just didn’t get to experience enough.

Eddie twisted his head to face forwards again and lifted his own free hand into the air, relishing in the feeling by closing his eyes and smiling until he felt the ride slow to a stop. Opening them back up again when he was sure they were on solid ground, he heard his partners voice fill the air.

“Eddie spaghetti, we are really taking some risks today, huh?�� He beamed, having taken note of Eddie putting a hand up throughout the ride.

Instead of replying, Eddie cupped his face quickly in one hand and pressed their lips together at the speed of light. It was sloppy, and Richie wasn’t expecting it, but within a couple seconds he melted into Eddie, feeling him smile through the kiss. When Eddie finally pulled away, he lifted his head up to look into the sky and laughed.

“Shit, maybe I should be taking you on roller coaster rides more often.” Richie joked.

“We didn’t die.” Eddie panted.  

“We didn’t die, Eds.” He backed up, smiling from ear to ear and picking up Eddies hand, kissing his knuckles. “But god, did it take you some convincing. I told you it would be fine, you weirdo! Who’s the freak now?” He joked.

“Love you too, trash mouth.”

Richie just laughed.

Really laughed.