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skzthelomlhehe · 26 days ago

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"But bestie... He's so hot..." "BRO THATS MY COUSIN" Lee Know x F! reader

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Genre: smut (A LOT OF IT), fluff, romance (I literally do not know what else genre this shit is please forgive me my exams are coming 😭)

Synopsis: You and your best friend Lee Yuna, both fresh college graduates, go to a beach house that you thought was owned by her uncle. To your surprise it was actually owned by her "snobby" cousin who was to spend the entire month long summer break with you girls. And that isn't the only surprise you'll get... You're in for more ❤️

Warning: use of 'toys', fingering, public sex, pool sex, spanking, mentions of degradation/praise kink (yes both because I'm kinky), soft bdsm, kitten-master Kink, unprotected sex, oral (both M and F receiving), mentions of pregnancy (if you squint)

A/N: Hey guuyyysss~ im back finally lol~ I had so much of writing done but the og post got deleted for some damn reason. Anyways~ I'm on a mission to make it kinkier and smuttier lmao~

Also if you see any typos or mistakes... No you didn't.

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"eekk!! Im so excited for this!! I've never been to a beach house before... Im gonna faint!!" You squealed getting the things out of the car after Yuna had parked it in the garage. "Girl I know! Uncle is so generous to let us have his beach house ALL TO OURSELVES NO LESS!!" Yuna squealed along.

Both of you cheered at the thought of the thrill that laid in front of you. Amidst all the chaotic joy, a voice broke you both out of your fantasies, "Damn why are you girls so fucking loud?? There's people here!" A mascular voice yelled out, seemingly frustrated.

You were still at the back of the car so you couldn't see the man's face. All you got was that the dude had a hot as fuck voice. "Minho oppa?? What are you doing here??" Yuna yelled back.

Minho oppa? Does she mean the Minho oppa she always grumbles about? The very snobby music nerd? You peeked through the car bunker and your jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

"Snobby??? YOU BITCH!! WHICH PART OF THIS MAN IS SNOBBY????" You thought to yourself. The man wore a white tank top and black shorts with beach slippers. His hair was dark brown and fuzzy. FUCKING GORGEOUS! Your heart pounded in your chest. You've never seen a man this beautiful before.

You found your face getting hotter. You were sure it was as red as a tomato. "Y/n!!!" Yuna yelled next to your ear making you flinch and almost tripping. "What the fuck, Yuna?! Why would you yell in my ear?!" "Well maybe if you responded to me when I called you I wouldn't have yelled?!" "jee okay calm down! Now what's going on? Can someone tell me?!"

You looked around, the man aka Minho was chuckling while Yuna rolled her eyes and sighed, visibly frustrated. The guy helped you girls with your million bags and seated you in the giant living room with some juice and snacks.

Silence followed until you couldn't take it anymore, "can someone please explain??" You said frustrated. Turns out, the beach house wasn't Yuna's uncle's but rather Minho's and he was gonna 'supervise' the both of you during your stay here.

Shortly after, Yuna's mum called to let you guys know of it. Apparently she had forgotten to include that part in the list of things you both needed to know. So in conclusion, you were stuck in a huge mansion with your clearly grumpy bestie and her extremely hot cousin. This could either go completely disastrous or... *Aggressively fans face*

"I'm Minho. Lee Minho. Lee Yuna's very hot cousin." Minho introduced himself, giving Yuna a sly smirk before reaching his hand out for a shake.

"Ah I'm Y/N! It's nice to meet you too!" And just as you were about to grab his hand, Yuna grabbed yours instead, "And I'm Yuna. The clearly hotter cousin" she grinned frustrated mockingly at Minho, "and hands off! She's mine!" She hissed, hugging you like a kitten hugging her favourite human.

You giggled at the cute sight in front of you, "you're so cute, Yuna-ssiii~" you cooed at her. Minho leaned back on the couch in a manspread (NO CUZ THATS SO HOT), "oh yeah?" He raised an eyebrow, "we'll see about that. Though... I didn't think you'd snag such a hot friend, kid." He looked at you as if he were a predator looking at his prey.

It was a mystery how he had the innocent face of a bunny but inside he was more like a very sly kitten. "Well... I guess the cousins are similar in that aspect" you thought to yourself.

"now then, how about you guys go ahead unpack and rest up? I've got a pool too so you guys can relax there as well. Let's head to the beach tomorrow. It's already pretty late." Minho said, getting up with a heave. "I'll go prepare something to eat for you guys."

"ugh I'll skip. Driving since yesterday and eating all those snacks has got me an upset stomach. Not to mention having to see your face" Yuna glares at Minho, "I would rather sleep, hmph!" She huffed. Both you and Minho chuckled at her childish behaviour.

"this is why I said we should take turns driving!" You nagged at her, "buuuttt I couldn't possibly let my wifey driiivveee~" she hugged your arm, looking at you with a pouty puppy eyes speaking in a high pitched voice. You flicked her forehead as she returned an "ow!"

After much nagging and pleading, Yuna finally went to go shower while you stayed back to help Minho with the food. "So? How long have you guys been friends?" Minho asked as he cut up the apples while you washed the other fruits. "Ah, we met during the student orientation in college. We both sorta clicked over drinks, lol" you replied. Your eyes sparkled as you reminisced all those memories of you guys together.

"and? You guys are dating or something?" He continued. "What? Pssh! No! Yuna is so much like a child, she feels more like a little sister to me. Plus I'm straight. What about you? Are you seeing someone?" You kept the conversation alive, wanting to know more about this person.

"Nah, I'm not dating anyone." "Why not? You're literally so hot! I can't believe you're single!" Minho chuckled at your response, "haha I guess I just didn't find the one yet." He stopped cutting the apples and turned to look at you, "how about you? You seeing someone?" He asked. You stopped what you were doing and turned your back leaning against the counter, "hmm... Nope! As single as a Pringle!"

Upon hearing your answer, he inched closer to you, until he was standing between your legs, his hands rested on the counter on either side of you, his face inches apart from yours, "and you think I'm hot?" He whispered softly. His voice in itself felt like a drug. Some sort of an aphrodisiac. "Very..." You replied. Your voice low and seductive.

He brushed your hair away from your face, his eyes locked onto yours, "hot enough to want to kiss me, hm? I saw how you were practically drooling over me earlier." He chuckled. A blush crept up your face but you felt a wave of boldness wash over you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him a little closer "Hmmm... Yeah. Maybe I was drooling. Why? Are you gonna kiss me?"

A sly smirk painted your face. Your heart was pounding and you desperately wished he didn't hear. You surprised yourself by how bold you were. Was this really you? Damn... Good job Y/N 👏👏 {round of applause for the klutz!}

"Maybe I will~" he replied, his hand reached for your face, holding your chin gently as his other hand went for your hip, pulling you close. His lips grazed against yours, both of your breaths clashing against each other. You could hear heart beats. At this point, you had no idea whose it was.

Grazing turned to a deep kiss, both of you savouring the soft wet sensation. Amidst the heat of the moment, a sudden sense of deja vu washed over you. All of a sudden it felt like you've faced this similar situation. Breaking away from the kiss, your vision blurry, both of you panting, the foggy view of Minho seemed far too familiar to you. "Ha... Have we met before...?" You asked, still huffing. "Who knows~ have we?" He replied.

"what...?" Just as you were gonna ask more, a loud noise jolted you back to reality, "ARGH!! WHY IS THERE NOT A SINGLE BOTTLE OF WATER UPSTAIRS?!" Yuna yelled. Both of you immediately got back to your original positions just in time when Yuna came downstairs. "Jeez Yuna! You need to stop yelling so much!!" You yelled back.

After a bit more bickering Yuna decided to eat with you guys. The three of you sat on the grand table. Yuna next to you, Minho in front of you. She refused to let you sit with him.

You all chattered and for once, Yuna was finally laughing and not bickering with her cousin. You would steal glances at Minho every now and then and catch him looking at you too. It sent shivers down your spine and butterflies went rampant in your stomach.

After much more teasing, chattering and laughing you guys were done with dinner. "Y/N-aaaaaaahhhh" she whined, hugging your arm again, "come with meeeeee~ our oppa can take care of the dishes hehe~" she giggled, giving Minho a sly grin while she tugged at your shirt.

Minho looked done and disgusted by her whiny act, "ugh do you really think you're being cute right now?? Disgusting!" He pretended to gag while Yuna glared at him, popping up a middle finger. You laughed at the two's bickering and decided to follow, "ok fiiinnee~ I'll go with you but stop arguing jeez!" Yuna returned a very jolly cheer to your acceptance and pulled you upstairs catching you off guard.

You took one last look at Minho who smiled at you slyly before walking upstairs feeling flustered.

Having reached your room, Yuna flopped herself on the bed, patting the mattress asking you to sit down as well. You chuckled, crossing your arms, "Yuna... I haven't showered yet. You do realise that right?" "Gosh! Then go do it, pabo-ya! Why didn't you do it earlier?" She rolled her eyes before both of you joined in on a loud giggle.

You took a towel and a set of clothes before heading inside bathroom. You closed the door almost all the way but peeked through the open crack, "no peeking ok?" You warned, Yuna threw a towel at the door which you closed just in time, "you think I'm a pervert like you or something??" She laughed.

Locking the door, you put the fresh set of clothes and towels aside and proceeded to take your clothes off, looking into the mirror. You rubbed your eyes, suddenly feeling a bit dizzy when a sudden vision appeared in front of your eyes. It was a vision of you kissing a guy. Was it a memory from when you went to that bar a while ago? And if so, why are you remembering it now? You brushed it off and ran the hot shower letting yourself relax in the soothing heat of the (scorching hot) water (cuz you're just a girl 🎀)

After the shower, you came out feeling utterly relaxed. You noticed your friend was sitting up waiting for you while nodding off. You giggled under your breath getting closer to her quietly to boo her. "You're scaring nobody like that, Y/N-ah" Yuna glared at you. "Awww.... Could've played along, y'know!" You whined.

She rolled her eyes again before laughing along with you. Lying down, you turned to your side facing Yuna who was now lying on her tummy. "So? Wanna tell me why you hate him so much?" You asked. "Hate who?" Yuna turned to you. "Your cousin. You guys fight like kids, honestly!" You exclaimed. "Eehh... I don't hate him. He's just super annoying. Plus... There's also that incident"

"incident? What incident?" "The... One... At the... Ba..r.." "the bar??" Before you could get any other answer, Yuna had already fallen asleep. "Yuna? Yuna??? Hey!! You can't just fall asleep like that!!" You tried waking her up but the girl was just out like a light.

You sighed, laying on your back facing the ceiling knowing real damn well that this was gonna make you lose sleep. While your friend slept like a baby, you kept tossing and turning on your side of the bed unable to sleep as expected.

You got up, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. Your head was ringing for some reason. Just what was it trying to remember?? You went to the bathroom again, slipping a plain old bathing suit under a thick bathing robe making your way to the pool.

You loved swimming. Its what you do or at least try to do when you're stressed. You let the robe fall to the floor, gently placing your body in the water that was surprisingly warm. "Wow... Now that hits the spot.." you whispered, let yourself relax in the water.

"Does it now? Im glad." A voice spoke out. A very familiar one that jolted you back to reality. You turned your head to see Minho standing there. No shirt, just wearing shorts likely to go for a swim.

"oh uhm- y-yes..." You found your face getting warmer as you saw the sight in front you. Looking away immediately as if you could hide your expression, "a-are you gonna take a dip? I can leave if you want-" before another word escaped your lips, the man has already walked close to you. When you turned to look at him again, your faces were inches apart. "Nope. It's fine. You can stay." He smiled slyly again.

"My goodness!! When did he get so close?? How can he be so quiet?? What is he? A cat?? " You thought to yourself. Minho sat down on the floor, dipping his legs in the water while you leaned on the edge of the pool wall. It was the shallow end so you could relax pretty well. He gently swung his legs in the water while you made swirls in it. "So? What got you here so late?" He asked, "Hm... I couldn't sleep." You said, sort of absentmindedly before looking up at him. "What about you?"

"well... I usually come down here at times. Im not much a swimmer to be honest, but I've been trying to learn so I could go swimming with my friends. It's too embarrassing to do it in day time though... So I prefer practicing at night" he chuckled.

Your eyes glinted in interest. "Do you want me to teach you? Im a good swimmer myself, y'know!" It was true. You liked swimming and had been doing it since middle school. Plus, this could be an excuse for you to see him more often. You were gonna be staying for a whole month anyway. Might as well make it interesting.

He looked at you with surprised eyes, "you would do that?" He asked. "Mhm! Of course!" You nodded excitedly, "come on now! Get down here!" You raised your hands up, reaching out to him while all he did was stare at you with sparkly eyes. He leaned down, gently grabbing your face in his firm hands placing a soft kiss on your lips.

Your eyes widened at the sudden action, but soon they shut as you felt your heart pounding. You wrapped your arms around his neck, delving deeper into the kiss. Breaking the kiss, you both looked into each other's eyes deeply and passionately. "Couldn't hold back, huh? Who's the one drooling now, hmm?" You whispered in a sultry voice. He chuckled, "I can't help it. You looked so cute~" you gave him a mischievous grin and he raised his eyebrows knowing damn well that grin was no good. "What are you planni-" before he could finish his sentence, you pulled him into the water with a big splash.

He rushed out on the surface, pushing his hair back, "Hey!" He yelled. You laughed at the sight. He looked like a wet kitten who was very angry. After finally gaining stability in the water, he pulled you by the waist causing you to stumble, "and what exactly makes you think you can be so naughty, hm?" He whispered, his jaw clenching. His warm wet hands against your bared waist sent shivers down your spine.

"Now now~ let's not get hasty here~ I'm gonna be your teacher after all!" You giggle, sliding your index finger down the middle of his torso. He scoffed leaning in closer whispering against your ear, "sure teacher... And once you're done teaching me... I'll make sure you feel my wrath." His breath against your skin was hot despite the chill that followed. Your chest heaved as your breath got heavy. You felt your knees get a little weaker.

You pushed him away, holding him at arms lengths, "o-okay! That's enough! Le-lets get the lessons on." You looked away, your face a pretty pink. Minho chuckled, placing a soft kiss on your nose.

And thus, your lesson started. Each touch during the lessons sent sparks up your entire body. The sexual tension was undeniable. Around 45 minutes later, you couldn't take it anymore. The guy was a total novice and got countless giggles out of you from the way he struggled, but given how serious he was, you couldn't help but feel aroused.

"come on let's get going. We've been out here for long... We both will catch a cold at this rate." You said, looking away, trying to walk out of the water. But Minho had other plans. He held your arm as you tried to leave, pulling you in again, "and where do you think you're going, huh?" He raised an eyebrow. A mischievous look painted his face.

"T-to... To get to my room... Obviously..." You blushed hard. You couldn't look into his eyes. Your heart pounded in your chest like there was no tommorow. He gently place his index finger under your chin, pulling your face up to make you look at him. "This fast? I told you, you'd feel my wrath after we were done, didn't I?" He smirked. You whimpered under your breath, "wha... What do you mean...?"

"You're really gonna ask me that? Why don't I show you instead?" And with that, he leaned in for a kiss. At first you were caught off guard, your eyes widening but soon you closed them shut, wrapping your arms around his neck while he wrapped his around your waist, pulling you closer as if to close any bit of gap you both could've had.

You moaned into the kiss, grinding against his crotch. He broke away from the kiss, scoffing again, "hah... What a naughty girl." His voice was a low whisper, a sultry tone. You breathed heavily from the after effects of the kiss. You had been aroused the entire day practically and you couldn't take it anymore.

"yeah... Im a naughty girl... So punish me, won't you?" You huffed, pulling him into a deep kiss again. Your tongue darted out, wanting to penetrate his lips. He smirked into the kiss, granting you permission to enter. Minho grabbed the back of your head, threading his fingers in your hair deepening the kiss.

You moaned into the kiss, your body wanting more. He slid one of his hands down to your ass, grabbing it and giving it a tight squeeze. You squirmed a little in his firm hands. Breaking the kiss, you both huffed. Both of your eyes locked onto each other's in a lustful gaze.

"Let's stop at that, baby... It's just your first day here. Don't want you to get tired too fast..." He chuckled, tugging a few strands of your hair behind your ear, a seductive spark glistening in his dark brown eyes.

The rest was a haze. Somehow you got into bed wearing your nightsuit, your hair dried. Yuna slept like a log unbeknownst to all the adventures you had in that short while. You stared blankly at the ceiling wondering what just happened and soon drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, you woke up feeling groggy with the very little sleep you got. To your surprise, Minho was quite energetic as if he didn't get the same amount of sleep as you if not lesser. The entire time you both had breakfast, you couldn't keep your eyes on his. You felt shy... A bit too shy...

The day went by without much except for the sexual tensions that still lingered. Every touch, intentional or not, sent shivers down your spine. You found yourself biting your lip at the thought of wanting to be touched and ravaged by this man.

And thus, it started. A daily routine. Every night you both would come down to the pool when Yuna fell asleep given how heavy of a sleeper she was. You both would greet each with a soft kiss and get into the lessons. When done, you'd give him a reward for doing so well.

It started with kisses, then fondling your supple tits, then letting him feel you from over your bikini that barely counted as clothes, really. On the beach you would sometimes find him staring at you with hungry eyes as you splashed around in the ocean. You would pull him to a secluded spot to make out but that's all. He wouldn't go any further than over the clothes.

A week or so later, he had gotten a lot better at swimming. After you both were done, as usual both of you made out again. He touched you again, making you moan, "Oh... Oppa..." You mewled at his hot touch. He looked at you, eyes widened. You looked back at him, a wave of shame washing over you. "I-im so sorry! I don't know why I..." You looked away and before you could say anything, he pulled your face back to his, diving in to a kiss.

"why? That was cute... You should do it more..." He smirked. You bit your lip. You couldnt take it anymore. The slowburn was too much for you. (Pretty sure it's the same for us as well lol) "no. How about you make me do it, instead?" You gave him a mischievous smirk, giggling like the naughty slut that you were.

He grabbed the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair, "make you huh? You sure you can take it?" His voice was stern. You loved it when you were treated bad. It just added to your arousal.

"mhm~ I can take anything~" you hummed. The smirk never leaving your face. Your lips were barely a centimetre apart, the tips of your noses softly grazing against each other.

He chuckled under his breath, his hands reaching for the waistband of your panty, his fingers hooking onto it. "You've been warned, kitten." "so I have~"

Both of you shared a deep hungry kiss, his hands pulled down your panties making you gasp in his hold. He gave your butt a quick squeeze before one of his hands came down to your front, rubbing your swollen bud.

It felt like you could cum from just that. You haven't felt a man's touch in so long. But this time in particular, something felt awfully familiar.

It was then that you remembered, a few months, almost a year ago, you and Yuna went out for some drinks at the bar a few blocks away from your dorm. There, both of you got drunk. You were carried to your dorms by a man who had taken Yuna as well. When he dropped you off at your room, you kissed him, almost making out. You asked him to touch you, so he did, but only to an extent. After having rubbed your clit a little, he stopped. You whined at the absense of his hands. But he said something that you vaguely remember, "not now, kitten. You won't remember it when you wake up anyway. Plus, I would rather do it when you're sober instead." And left. You had finally remembered. That man was none other than... Minho.

"you... We... You were the one who got u-us... home from the... The bar that... day..?" You could barely breathe, let alone speak. But you wanted to ask, and you wanted to know. Minho chuckled, holding your face gently in his hand while his other hand was still busy playing around with your nub, "so you finally remembered, huh, kitten?" He smirked and thrusting a finger in almost instantly making you gasp a moan.

"and since you finally remember... Im gonna give you all the things you begged me for that night... Only if you beg again~" you looked at him in surprise. Biting your lip, you smirked. Your grip around his neck tightening, pulling him closer. "Yeah~ your kitten wants it as much as she did that night. Won't you give it to me~?" Your eyes glistened in plea as your lips puckered to form a pout.

"oh I sure will..." His eyes stayed adamant on yours and so did the smirk on his face as he picked you up, seating you on the edge of the pool. "Spread them." He commanded, you licked your lips and spread your legs wide apart for him to see. He hooked his arms under your thighs, kissing a softly biting your plump thighs, climbing up with each touch.

Soon his face was barely inches apart from your throbbing wet folds. His tongue darted out, licking your slit from the bottom to the top making you shiver. The cold wind flowing on the rooftop added to your arousal as well.

You whimpered and gasped under his touch. His tongue ravaging your insides. Penetrating your hole and licking your swollen nub. Filthy wet sounds along with your moans and his grunts were all you could hear. It was a feeling you'd felt never before. You couldn't understand what made you shiver more, his touch? Or the way the cold wind hit your wet body? Honestly, you didn't care anymore.

You held on to his head, your fingers tangling in his hair into a grip as you pushed him in even more. He unhooked one arm, giving love to your twitching clit whole fingering you ruthlessly. He looked up at you, a moaning mess, with hungered eyes of satisfaction. He chuckled as he sucked more into your folds.

You could feel his veins inside you. Not in a gross way. It just felt so... So right. (Yes I took inspiration from here lol. Credits to @bbokicidal) you bit your lip, trying your hardest not to make more sound than you should. That was, until, you felt a knot form in your belly. And you knew exactly what that meant. "A-ah...! Cuh-cumming! Im cumming!" You moaned out loud. Louder than you were supposed to.

"nuh-uh. Not yet." Minho pulled away from you, leaning up to kiss you again. You could taste yourself. All this time, you'd thought that kissing right after being eaten out would be disgusting but it wasn't that bad. You whimpered and begged, "p-please... Let me cum... Please, oppaa..." Minho just smirked, "not that easy, kitten. You had your chance and you blew it. And it's not gonna be 'oppa' for you anymore." He licked your neck down your jaw. Biting into the flesh above your collarbone.

He got up, sitting next to you kissing you again. "Fuck... Your lips are so delicious I just can't stop kissing them." He whispered, grabbing onto the back of your head, roughly pulling you down. "Your turn." He commanded, your face right above his bulge.

You gulped, pulling his pant down revealing a big throbbing and veiny cock. It was firm and girthy, much like his hands. You were doubtful, wondering if you could even fit it halfway in your mouth. "Go on now, suck." His voice was low into a growl. You were scared but you were equally aroused. Letting your hands trail up to his hot length, you slowly licked the tip, letting it dive into your mouth.

A muffled moan came out of your lips as you struggled to take it all in. (I legit came back to continue writing only to realise the next 7 paragraps (yes I counted) I wrote are gone. Like- gone. Apparently Tumblr didn't save it and I'm losing my mind rn. 🙂) He pushed your head further in, a loud groan left his lips as the tip of his cock hit your throat. You whimpered with the sudden intrusion. It was a bit painful getting used go it, but in no time you loved it. You were a woman with many kinks. You liked a little bit of pain every now and then and this pain was perfect.

You bobbed your head up and down on his dick, liquid oozing out of your lips. At this point, you weren't sure if it was your saliva, his precum or just a mix of both. Minho threw his head back, moaning uncontrollably at your action. You licked and sucked, occassionally pulling away and stroking his length.

"Fuck... You're such a good kitty... You're taking it so well~" he groaned. That just added to your arousal. Your mind was fuzzy and you couldn't think straight. Your eyes glistened in ecstacy and your pupils wouldve turned into hearts had you been in an anime.

You reached down to his balls, massaging his sacs. "Sh-shit Y/N... Cum... Gonna cum..." Minho groaned. Having heard his warning, you pushed his cock deeper inside your mouth. He scoffed at the sight, "wanna drink me up, huh? Since you're so eager, I'll let you swallow every last bit of it. Don't you dare let it go to waste."

Your heart pounded in your chest hearing his threat. Minho was red down to his nape, helping you suck him off. Without wasting much time, with one last thrust in, strings of white warm cum shot into your mouth. You swallowed around his cock making him let out a grunted moan.

You licked his cock clean, following suite, not letting even the tiniest drop go to waste. You didn't let another second go to waste as you climbed up on him delving into a kiss, letting him know exactly what he tasted like.

Your arms rested on his shoulder, both of you panting. Your chests heaving from the heavy breaths. "I've... I've been such a good kitty... Won't you g-give me... A reward...?"

He laughed at your desperation, grabbing your hips. "Yeah... You've been a good kitty... I should definitely reward you." He smirked. You positioned your entrance on his tip while he rubbed on your folds. One of his hands holding your hips steady while the other's thumb played with your clit.

You pushed his cock in, gasping as your hole stretched from the impact. Your head fell on his shoulder. He pushed you down slowly, helping you get used to his size. "Easy kitten... Relax... You're gonna snap me in half..." He groaned. "Big... S-so... Big..." You cried. "Mm... I know, baby... I know... Just a little more..." He hummed.

You let yourself relax in his firm arms, finally putting the entirety of his length inside your core. "Le-lets... Let's stay like this for a little..." "Sure, kitten... Take your time..."

You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, letting yourself get used to his size. A few moments later, after you had finally gotten used to his length, you let yourself lift up a bit and push down. Not a word needed to be said for Minho to grab hold of your ass and help you ride him.

You whimpered and moaned as you rode him. A few thrusts later, your paces fastened. You moaned heavier now, your tits bouncing from the action.

While you rode him, Minho grabbed both your tits, fondling with one and sucking on the nipple of another. "Sen... Sensitive..." You whimpered, shivering from the stimulation. "You like that, don't you kitten?" He continued to lick and suckle on the plump flesh of your breasts.

A while later, you felt a familiar knot form in your belly again. "M'gunna... Gunna cuuumm..." You moaned. Minho was amused and aroused at the sight. "What a naughty slut. A good fucking slut. You haven't even been riding me that long... Gonna cum already?" He groaned, biting your shoulder making you yelp. "Y-yes... Yes...! Please... Let... Let me cum please....!!" You begged desperately. "Go ahead, baby... Go right ahead... Cum all over me..." He lifted you up higher, slamming you down on his cock.

You moaned out louder, feeling an overwhelming wave of pleasure flood in. Letting your load go off on his dick. Flinching and trembling from the stimulation. Safe to say, you were VERY close to losing your mind.

Minho took this chance of your defenselessness and pushed you down on the cold hard floor making you yelp, your eyes widening in surprise. "My turn to go crazy darling... You were being such a dirty little whore just now... I can't let you go that easy can I?" He said, pulling out almost all the way and slamming hard into you.

You shrieked at the sudden slam, "aah!! I-I just ca-came!!" But he had no plans of listening. Slamming into your relentlessly, his pace faster than ever. Your nails dug into his back as if to mark him as yours while he left his love bites on your tits claiming you as his.

Both of you fucked like beasts. He didn't hold back. You let loose again, blowing another load, squirting on his dick. He pulled out, rubbing his dick roughly on top of your belly. "Fuck..." He groaned before shooting out those white strings of ecstasy all over you.

He panted after blowing his load, looking at you with a gaze of deep satisfaction. He used his hand to spread his cum on your belly like some lotion while you laid there flinching. Safe to say, you had lost your fucking mind. "What a sight... What a good fucking sight..." He huffed.

He gave you another soft kiss before picking you up bridal style. He carried you to his room, cleaning the both of you squeaky clean. He put on your night suit on you while you laid there tired out of your mind.

He carried you down to your and Yuna's room where she laid asleep, clueless of all the adventures. Given how thick the walls were and how heavy of a sleeper Yuna was, it was less than likely that she heard you both. You let out a sigh of relief.

He laid you down on the bed, giving you a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. He leaned close to your ear whispering, "I'll see you tomorrow night then, kitten... Sleep well..." You blushed hard, hiding yourself under your blanekt peeking through it like a child.

He chuckled under his breath when suddenly Yuna moved. Turning to face you both and throwing her arm and leg on you. You and Minho flinched thinking she was awake. But she continued to snore. You both sighed in relief again. He waved a bye at you and you slowly waved back.

And thus started a new routine. Every night you would help him learn swimming and after each session, making out was the least you would do. Kissing underwater to full on fucking while your bottoms remained submerged. The nights felt like wet dreams of all your kinks full filled.

One day while on the beach, Minho looked at you licking his lips as he stared down you playing in the water with Yuna in that sexy bikini of yours, thinking of all the ways he'd ravage you that night.

All of a sudden you were approached by three men. They were thin and almost scrawny in your eyes. I mean, after laying your eyes on Minho, any other guy would just look like squids (skz is an exception and you can't change my mind 🗣️).

You let yourself have a small conversation with them since they didn't particularly make you uncomfortable and you didn't wanna seem rude. That was, until, one of the bigger guys rested his arm around your shoulder. That made you uncomfortable. They started cracking jokes that just added to your discomfort.

Before you could pushed them off, a voice called out. "Oi. The fuck do you think you're doing?" Minho chimed in and he looked mad pissed. Behind him stood Yuna in all her glory. Both Lee cousin glaring at the men. Yuna was a black belt in Taekwondo and also recently started learning Muay Thai which meant she was quite built. Minho himself looked menacing since he was well built as well.

Forget squids, the dudes looked like little shrimps on front of the two. Minho glared at the guy who had his arm around you. Without a thought the dude let you go. The three of them looked at each other awkwardly before clearing their throats and walking away, heads hanging probably ashamed.

"hey? You okay?" Yuna asked, handing you one of the bottle of waters she had in her hand. Her gaze soft unlike just a moment ago. Her eyes glistened in concern. You nodded, smiling back at her, "I'm okay. They didn't do anything don't worry."

Minho on the other hand still looked extremely pissed. "Yuna. Go get us something to drink. Gotta cool myself off." He commanded, his eyes locked into yours. You flinched, feeling a little scared but aroused at the same time. "What?? Why me???" Yuna whined. Minho glared at her, making her flinch. "Fuck fine. I'll go. Y/N-aaahhhh come with me!" She was about to hold your hand when Minho commanded again in a stern voice, "She stays. You can go alone." Yuna looked a bit awkward but she didn't say anything. She knew when to not poke her nose and she quietly left.

Meanwhile, Minho grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards a big rock in a secluded area catching you off guard. "What are we doing here?" You asked, you didn't dare look at him in the eye.

(this part with "your guilty pleasure" by Henry Versus is a MUST)

He pushed you against the rock, holding your chin gently. Your lips not even inches apart. Your breaths crashing with each other. Your knees felt weak.

His dark brown eyes had an intense look, his stern gaze never leaving yours. "Did that feel good, kitten? Being touched by some random guy? Think I didn't see you smile all nice and shy to them you fucking slut?" He groaned. Your breath was shaky, fear and lust overcoming you.

"n-no... I... I just... I was just trying to be... Nice..." He mumbled. His hand trailed down to your neck in a feathery light grasp. His other hand, pinning you to the rock. "And who gave you the permission to be so nice, hm kitten? I know you're a whore but don't forget you're mine, ok? You only get to be slutty around me and just. Me. Is that clear, my love?" He whispered back in a sultry voice. His eyes almost looked maniacal. As if he was obsessed with you.

You liked it. You liked being obsessed with. You loved being treated like this. Boldness took over you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder, "why? Jealous? Scared someone else will take me, hm?"

He scoffed, his hold on your neck tightening a little more making you gasp. You looked at him slyly. Loving every touch. "You'll never find anyone better than me anyway..." He chuckled, kissing you deeply. His tongue intruding your lips before you could even react making you moan into the kiss.

That hand that grabbed on to your neck slid down to your tits, squeezing you roughly making you yelp. You tried to break away from the kiss, but he just grabbed on to the back of your head while fondling your boobs, kissing you relentlessly until you were out of breath.

He trailed down leaving wet kisses down to your boobs, suckling on your nipples while his hand slided down your body making you shiver under his touch.

He hooked his hand under your knee, pulling it up to your belly while his other hand pushed aside your panty. "I'll fuck you so hard you won't even have time to think about another dude." He pulled out his cock that was hard and throbbing. He rubbed it on your hole.

But you know what he didn't forget? Foreplay. Sure, he wanted himself to be engraved in every inch of your body, but he didn't wanna hurt you. He spat in his fingers, sliding them in to your pussy. "Fuck... Look how wet you are already, kitten... You like it when I call you those filthy names don't you? You fucking whore." He grunted. The way he called you whore just made you clench around his fingers making him chuckle.

The leg being held was almost starting to hurt as he focused on fingering the wits out of you. After a little more of prepping and deeming you ready, he pulled his fingers our making you whine. He let go of your leg, turning you around. Your back now faced him.

He rubbed his dick on your folds a little more before pushing it in. You moaned, taking him in. He held you, pulling you close to him, shutting down any gap you might've had between the both of you. With his other hand, he turned your head, kissing you as he fucked you till you lost your mind.

You moaned out his name. Honorifics? Well fuck that. He liked it when you called him Minho in that sexy raw voice of yours. "Angh~! Aahh! Min- Minhooo~ too much. You're... G-going too... Too hard... Slo... Slow doowwnn..." You moaned. He spanked your ass and scoffed, "slow down? Slow down my ass. You like it when it hurts. You like when I go rough don't you? I know you can take it, kitten. So take it."

With another hard slam, you moaned loud. He shoved his fingers in your mouth, "shhh kitten... I know it feels good but you gotta keep it down... You can moan like a slut when we're home, love. Be a good girl won't you?" The fingers muffled your moans but you really couldn't hold back. Not when he was being so fucking ruthless.

You grabbed on to his hand. He pulled out is fingers. "Gon... Gonna... Gonna cum master..." You whined. "Oh yeah? Go ahead. Cum all over me, kitten. Do it." He ordered.

Without another wasted second, you bit your lip, letting loose on him. Twitching and flinching from the aftereffects. He pulled out, stroking his dick on your back, cumming all over you. Both of you panted heavily. He took off the small towel that was around his neck and used it to clean both of you up.

You fixed your bikini, still panting. You turned to him, hugging him close. "So? Were you jealous, darling?" You asked, a sly look in your eyes. "Come on, kitten. You're mine and I'm yours... Would you not be upset if some girl was all over me, huh?" You chuckled at the idea, placing a kiss on his lips. "You say that but we aren't even dating yet..." You nuzzled your nose on his, holding him close.

He was about to say something when a sudden noise flinched you both back to reality. Turning towards the source of the noise, both of your eyes widened in horror. It was Yuna. She had gotten drinks for the three of you. But the sight of you guys kissing had made her drop the drinks. She stood there stunned, "Wha... What are you..."

The drive back home was dead silent. Yuna refused to look at you both. Sitting alone in the backseat while you sat on the passenger seat and Minho drove.

When all of you got home, Yuna stormed upstairs. You hurried ans followed her while Minho flopped down on the couch sighing knowing him going up there would just fuel the fire. "Shit... I fucked up real bad didn't I...?" He groaned.

Meanwhile upstairs, Yuna was about to slam the door shut but you came in the way, "Yuna please! I can explain!" You cried out. "Explain what? That you've been screwing my fucking cousin behind my back??"

"look Yuna... Im sorry... But please let me explain..." You sighed. She just threw the door open, flopping down on the bed, seething.

"come on don't be like that..."

"like what?"

"you're mad at me..."

"I'm not mad."

"uh-huh... Sure. I can literally see smoke coming out your ears."

"how long has this been going on?"

"Yuna please look at me..."

"I'll look at you when you tell me."

"f-for a while..."

"how long?"

"since... Since the day we came here..."

Yuna jolted, looking at you with a swift turn of her head, "WHAT?! WHEN?! I WAS WITH YOU THE ENTIRE TIME!!!"

You gulped, "we-well... When you fell asleep... I was giving him swimming lessons and we... Um... Just..."

"wait... When I was SLEEPING?!" She yelled.

"I'm... Im so sorry..." You stood there, like a child being punished for breaking a vase.

"wow... While I was sleeping you slept with my cousin?? Were you like... Recreating the bar moment??" "Wait... You knew...?" "Bitch that's my brother of course I know!! Is that why he's been so nosy about my friends?" She looked away, wondering deeply. "Huh? He was what?"

"argh girl come sit the fuck down. There's so much you need to know." She pat on the bed asking you to sit. You quietly followed.

Apparently, after dropping the two of you off at your dorm, Minho had grown excessively curious about Yuna's friends. He'd been looking to talk to you but always held himself back because he didn't wanna seem weird.

"he would always ask about my roommate but since Kim Bomi is also my roommate I didn't know whether he was talking about her or you. Should've known it was you since he's never seen Bomi. Apparently he's seen you before the bar incident too. He always stopped before asking anything too personal cuz he thought you might find him weird."

You were surprised at the revelation. Realising he might harbour feelings for you. This all happened at the beginning of your third year which meant around 7-8 months ago.

You sulked, feeling like you betrayed your friend. She glared at you, while your head hung, your eyes glued to the floor. She smacked your back, making you yelp, "YAH! WHY YOU SULKING!" "CUZ I FEEL LIKE I BETRAYED YOUR TRUST"

You sniffled, on the verge of tears. "AYE! WHATS THERE TO BETRAY?! I mean yeah I was sorta caught off guard when I saw you kiss my cousin and shit but I'm not betrayed!! Just upset you didn't tell me" she looked away pouting. "I was scared you'd find me weird or shit." "The only way I'd find you weird is if you fucked some 40 year old." You cringed at her statement. Clearly disgusted, "exactly." Yuna scoffed.

"well I mean... If I marry him I'll be... Well... You're sister in law hehe" "girl- I know I always wanted you to be my sister BUT NOT LIKE THIS??? IT FEELS WEIRD!" "But bestie... He's so hot..." "BRO THATS MY COUSIN"

In the end of the day, Yuna accepted the fact that you screwed her cousin despite her finding it cliche. You both came downstairs to Minho sitting down on the couch, manspreading and his eyes closed. While you found it extremely hot, Yuna had a cringed expression.

"get the fuck up, you ass!" She yelled. Minho groaned. Sitting up straight, looking at you both. "Yuna... Look... Im sorry..." "Save it. I heard everything." She crossed her arms, looking away again in a pout, "I know you like her but make sure you make her feel comfortable." Minho chuckled. "I sure will." He looked at you, love overflowing in his eyes. It was then that you realised, what this man felt towards you wasn't just some simple attraction or lust. He actually did like you.

He then turned to look at Yuna, "please don't tell aunty about this, Yuna..." "Don't worry I won't..." She mumbled. Both you and Minho looked down, relaxing your shoulders and sighing. Yuna, although, had other plans. She smirked slyly, "in exchange... You won't tell mum about the fact that my boyfriend and I are gonna go out on a date tomorrow." "Wait what?!" You and Minho looked at her, baffled.

She cackled, finding extreme satisfaction with your reactions. "But thats-" Minho tried to speak only to be cut off my Yuna, "come on you don't want aunty or my mum OR Y/N's parents to know that you guys fucked right? Her mum might let it go... But will aunty and uncle? They trusted you to supervise us... Not fuck your cousin's friend" she smiled as if she were the most innocent beanie in the world.

Both of you were left defeated. Knowing y'all fucked up. And with that, the three of you came into a pact. Yuna gets to hang with her boyfriend while you and Minho get to fuck around and come out to your parents at your own time.

Now... This has stretched out long. Most people would think the story's over. But NAH! Y'all remember the "use of toys" in the warning? Yeaaahhhhh~ this is where it gets wilder.

That night, Yuna and her boyfriend who was a good friend of yours since first year of college as well went out for the night. The giant mansion was now for the both of you to ravish.

Minho picked you up almost immediately after locking the door. He took you to his room, throwing you on the bed. You licked your lips in anticipation.

"now then... Why don't you be a good kitty hm?" He whispered in a sultry tone. He opened a box that was inside his closet and turned it upside down on the bed revealing a lot of things you least expected.

You see, he had found out about your numerous kinks and fetishes in the middle of fucking you. His collection contained cat ears, cat tail with a butt plug, lube, hand cuffs, dildos, vibrators, whips, collars and ropes.

"You mentioned ones that you were into soft bdsm when I was cleaning you up once. 'bout time I fulfil your dreams~" you shuddered at his demeanor. And before you know it, you had cat ears on, hands cuffed and a collar around your neck. He squeezed the bottle of lube on your ass hole, the cold paste making you shiver and whimper. He rubbed on your hole, gently shoving a finger in, prepping you until you were ready to take the butt plug in.

Once you were, he wasted no time shoving the toy in. He bit his lips, shuddering at the sight of you fully prepped to be his kitten. "So pretty... You look so fucking pretty..." He whispered.

He squeezed some lube on the dildo too which was perhaps a little less big than his. Rubbing it on your folds, he leaned in closer kissing you deeply. "You like that don't you?" He whispered, shoving the toy in making you moan ever so loud.

While he ruthlessly thrusted the dildo inside you with one hand and fondled with your breasts with the other, you laid there losing your mind. "You like that don't you? You greedy little slut. You fucking whore. You like it when I abuse you like this, huh? You fucking pervert."

You shuddered, words refusing to leave your lips. "Go on. Tell master how much you love this. Use your words, kitten." "Ye-yeeaahh~ I love it~ I lo-love it s-sooo much ma-masteerr~" your eyes rolled up almost to your head. All this stimulation driving you crazy.

He yanked the dildo out of your pussy making you yelp and whine. He took a vibrator next, pushing it in switching it on the highest setting. Your body shuddered as electric sparks ran through your entire body from the vibrations. You squirted everywhere like a fountain.

He scoffed, taking the whip in his hand, running it through your torso, "haaahh... Look at you... What a mess..." He tutted before whipping you softly on your boobs making you yelp again. At this point, you were beyond gone. There's no way you could've said anything other than incoherent broken sentences which were more like moans.

He whipped you again, your nipples now swollen and twitching. He leaned down on you, kissing you deeply, biting your lower lip. "You like that, kitten? You like being masters little slut?" He whispered in your ear. You nodded, unable to speak. He got up, wipping you again, harder this time, "words, love. Use your words." His face was stern and cold and so was his voice.

You scared by the way he acted, but also aroused out of your mind. "Y-yeesss~ yes masteerr~ I love it... I love it so muuucchh~" you moaned.

He smirked feeling satisfied. "Get on all fours." He commanded. You did as told. Getting on all fours, your face now directly in front of his crotch where you could see his painful bulge through his shorts. You giggled, "hehe... So hard... Master is hard for me~" you mumbled.

He grabbed you by your hair and pulled your head up making you look at him, "that's right kitten. Im hard for you. You're gonna do something about that no? I'll give you a very good reward~" you bit your lip at his suggestion.

Pulling his pants down, his bulge sprang up slapping your face. You wasted no time, shoving his entire lenght inside your mouth. At this point, you were used to his size so it didn't hurt as much as it did before. You went ahead, bobbing your head up at down, swallowing and sucking around his cock.

He threw his head back, groaning as you sucked him off. The feeling was phenomenal. It was something neither of you had felt before, making the experience all the more better. After a while of sucking, he was close. "Hold it in your mouth, kitten. Don't you dare swallow it." He commanded. You fastened your pace as he shot his load inside your mouth, filling you up with warm cum.

He grabbed the back of you head and brought you close to his face. "Show me." He commanded. You opened your mouth wide, bringing out your tongue a little to show him how his milk was in your mouth. He smiled contented, "swallow." Without a thought, you did as asked.

"what a good fucking girl." He grunted, kissing you roughly. "Go ahead... Tell me what you want for a reward?" He huffed. "Fu... Fuck me..." You mumbled. He let you fall on the bed, grabbing the leash attached to your collar and pulling you close, "louder kitten. I can't hear you." "Fuck me master... Fuck me pleeaassee...~"

With that, he smirked, letting go of the leash, snatching away the vibrator too. "Since you're asking so nicely... How can I say no, hm?" He positioned himself on your entrance, thrusting in without warning making your arch your back.

"yeeaahhhh~!! Just like that!!" You moaned while he thrusted in you ruthlessly. He grabbed the leash again, pulling you close kissing you. Your wrapped your arms around him, "te... Tell me... Im your... Your favourite... Tell me I'm yours..." You begged. "Yeah... You're mine kitten... Only mine... No one else's... I love you so much kitten... I love you so much, Y/N."

You felt a shift in the mood when he called your name. What was a rough just a moment ago suddenly became sensual. Feather light touches gliding down your torso, the tight tug on your collar that suddenly felt gentle, his pace still fast yet loving. It felt like you were drugged. Intoxicated in the strongest aphrodisiac.

It felt like time had slowed down. Both your breaths shaky and heavy. Both of you divulged into a deep passionate kiss while he thrusted into you like there was no tomorrow. It felt like you were the main character of an R-rated romance novel being fucked by your lover. (4th wall break who?)

A few more thrusts later, you reached your climax. Digging your nails into his back. With one last push, he came inside filling you up.

He flopped on you, his weight feeling a different kind of warm and comfy. After a bit of lying there still, a sudden thought occured to you. "Wait... Did you just cum inside...? Without a condom...?" You looked at him horrified. He got up immediately, "fuck!! Im so sorry, y/n!! I got lost in the flow and..." He rushed to the bathroom, wiping you clean desperately praying for the worst to not happen.

Usually, you would worry your ass off over this. But you were just too tired. Your entire body ached from the action. "Fuck... Forget it... Im tired..." You mumbled. Minho kissed you on the forehead, "it's okay love... Sleep. I'll clean you up." You hummed and nodded, drifting off to sleep.

Next morning, you woke up at around 11:30. You were fully clothed but you felt wet down there. Rubbing your eyes you wondered if he had missed a spot or two. You got up and went to your bathroom. To your utter surprise, a delightful one at that, it was your period.

"MINHO OPPA!!!" You yelled from the bathroom. You heard something crash downstairs and soon Minho came in slamming the door open. "WHATS WRONG?!" He yelled back. His eyes dropping to your pants laying on the floor as you stood in the bathroom pantsless. "Y-Y/N!! I know I've seen everything but cover up please!!" He looked away shyly.

"aahhh that's for later!!! I started my period!! Im not gonna be pregnant!!!" You jumped in joy. "Oh.." he looked a bit disappointed. You walked up to him, (still pantsless btw) and held his face gently. "What's wrong? Did you wanna impregnate me?" "We-well no but like... Argh I don't know I'm just being dumb." (Minho admitting he's dumb?!?!?! Now you know this is just a fic.) You chuckled at his response, giving him a kiss.

"also... To respond to your statement last night..." You paused, smiling at him, "I love you too..." "Hu-huh?? What??" He looked surprised and confused. "Well... Ever since the bar incident I've been looking for you too... And well... Although I'm not very sure about my feelings... Spending the past few weeks with you... I know my feelings aren't just an attraction towards you..."

He hugged you tight, "thank... Thank you..." He sniffled. You giggled by his actions. You'd thought he was so mature and stuff but really... He was just a little child at heart.

Both of you decided to wait it out a little more before going official. In the meantime you called Yuna to let her know to get some pads since you only had two on you. The final week at the beach house was spent with Yuna and Minho coddling you.

Fin~

I know the story stretched out a lot 😭 I just wanted to include a lot of things in here Lolol hope you guys enjoyed this brainrot!! It took me a long time to write cuz writer's block is a bitch and apparently I attract bitches, good or bad, left and right. Sooo yuh~

Anyways yeah that's that! Make sure to like, comment or reblog if you liked it! Thank you for reading! Next oneshot will prolly come out in like- Jan Lolol till then! Adios!

#skz hard thoughts #skz imagines #skz smut #stray kids smut #lee know smut #lee know #lee know skz #skz #stray kids #skz x y/n #skz x reader #Spotify

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gay-little-bitch · 2 years ago

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Personal Lies pt2

Pt1 pt3 pt4 Pt5

Eddies pov:

Gareth barges into the room, waking Eddie up from his deep sleep. "Holy fuck Gare Bear! Do you fucking knock?! What if I was tryna jerk off?!" Gareth walks over and pushes Eddie to the other side of the bed. "Well, you weren't..."

"Get to the fucking point Gareth I wanna go back to sleep. This is my only day off from everything while I'm here." Eddie knows he has bags under his eyes (He hasn't slept more than 8 hours this week.) That fact seemed to make Gareth get to the point. "I talked to Robin today."

Eddie sits up from his original position. "Wait. Robin? Like Robin Buckley? The band geek that Harrington is dating for some weird reason? Not gonna lie I always thought she liked girls..." Gareth's hand slaps over Eddie's mouth. "Please shut the fuck up. Yes, Robin Buck- Ew! DID YOU JUST LICK MY HAND?!" He wipes his hand on Eddie.

"She's definitely not dating Steve... and never will. When I asked her she said 'Platonic with a capital P' so I'm like 100% sure they are just friends." Even though he was just told that they were just friends Eddie can't seem to get over the fact that he's seen Steve's high school Instagram multiple times and he's always with Buckley. They are always either holding hands, on each other's lap, or standing/sitting so close leaving zero space in between them.

"I don't believe you but go on... why did you guys meet up?" Gareth starts to pick at the blanket next to him. "We just... um talked. I told her about our band and she told me about hers. It was fun..."

"You definitely didn't just talk about that because you wouldn't have woken me up so you could tell me about a girl I used to know."

"Well I mean we also talked about Steve and his band... that Robin is also in. He just came out with a new album."

"Gare bear I swear to god if you don't fucking tell me the name of his band I will curb stomp you."

"Um...no. I will not tell you his band name. That is highly confidential."

"Why is it 'Highly Confidential'? It really can't be that big of a secret. Unless... YOU'RE PLANNING SOMETHING!"

"What?! No, I'm not... im simply just hanging out with a friend!"

"I still don't believe you but I'm tired so I won't ask any more questions. Thank you for this unimportant conversation and kindly fuck off."

Gareth gets up from the bed and leaves the room with a dirty look on his face. Eddie grabs his phone and starts searching. He goes to Instagram and looks up 'Steve Harrington' From the looks of it Steve doesn't have a public Instagram so he goes to the next best thing... Tiktok. Specifically Tiktok edits.

His screen is flooded with pictures of Steve's face. He looks worn out but still has one of the most beautiful faces Eddie has ever seen. After about 3 hours of scrolling through TikTok about Steve, he comes across a few tagged #steveharrington but are all about a mystery boy and not about Steve so he scrolls past those.

Eddie gets out of bed, past the kitchen, down the hall, and into Gareth's room. "He's so hot! How did he get hotter?! Why do I have to be hurt by this Gare Bear?!" Gareth giggles. "Are you talking about Steve?" Eddie throws his hands up in the air out of frustration. "Of fucking course I'm talking about Steve!"

"Go ahead. Tell me what's so great about him. Tell me why you're obsessed with his perky little ass and his luscious fluffy hair." Eddie looks at Gareth, confused. "Are you sure you don't wanna fuck him?" His friend lets out a loud laugh. "I'm 100% sure man. All yours."

Eddie sits on the floor and continues, he gets so caught up in the moment that he doesn't notice that Gareth took out his phone and started live streaming. "I just don't understand! How can a human be so fucking perfect? He has the best jawline and the most perfect ass! I literally can't cope with not being able to see him every day anymore! He was the only reason I went to that shit hole for 3 extra years!"

"Wasnt that because you failed?"

"Not the fucking point Gareth! Anyways... I just fucking wish that I could see him again! He's probably not even gay! I mean yeah he seems a little fruity but he used to fucking hate me so why would that change?! Why does he have to be so fucking hot man?! I wanna fucking die! Ugh!!!!"

Gareth's pov:

The comments are on the stream are filled with people saying things like 'Oh my god! Is he okay?' 'lol is Eddie being gay again?' and 'who is he moping about?' Eddie is still on the floor rambling about his search to find anything about Steve but he still didn't find anything about the songs. Lucky for Gareth all Eddie wanted to see was Steve's face so he skipped past all the 'boring' ones.

"Eddie. He's just a guy. You're acting like a fan girl who just found a video of their celebrity crush doing the hottest thing imaginable." Eddie stands up and flails his arms around. "He is existing and somehow it's hot! Don't fucking judge me! I know I'm a slut!!! No need to remind me!" Gareth pushes back the urge to roll his eyes. "I have literally known him since high school and I didn't make a move then so why would I do it no- GARETH! GET OFF YOUR PHONE IM TALKING TO YOU!"

Gareth turns the camera around so it points toward him. "See guys? That's why you don't go researching your high school crush who you're still in love with. Lesson of the day." Eddie stands in front of Gareth with his mouth open so wide in shock. "You little bitch! Were you recording me?!" Gareth waves his goodbye to the camera. "Close your mouth. You're gonna catch a fly. Also, yes I was recording you because you were acting like a teenage girl and it was funny. Now maybe Steve will notice you."

Eddie goes towards the door to leave but before he does he speaks up again. "Thanks for embarrassing me you little fuck. I hope it was worth it. I really hope you're right about him noticing me though. I'm so fucking lonely man." Right as Eddie leaves Gareth gets a text from Robin.

"Just saw your live, let's hope this works. I'll talk to Steve. Hopefully, we don't fuck this up."

Notes: Sorry for the long wait <333 I'm gonna try to update every Wednesday (i'm a little late but who cares ) I really hope you like this chapter :)) I always rlly hate my writing so idek if this is good or not so just tell me how you feel about it. If you have a request for the story just comment and I will look at all of them and tag you if I use them. I will also tag you if you ask so just comment if you wanna be tagged <3333

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bangtanloverboys · 5 years ago

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thought trade (ii) // jjk

summary - After so many months knowing who your soulmate is and unable to meet him; you finally do, granted by interrupting a televised interview, but still nonetheless he’s finally in your arms.

pairing - idol!jungkook x gender neutral!reader

genre - fluff; soulmate au

word count - 4.4k

warnings - vmin side pairing, some smooches, general cute stuff, a singular sex joke

author’s note - again reader in this fic is gender neutral, i have no idea if Sejin speacks English or not so lets pretend for the sake of this fic he does

part i

Jungkook pressed another kiss to your lips, then another, and another; not wanting to leave your embrace to go and change. You smiled against his lips and despite every fiber in you telling you to pull him closer and not ever let him go, you gently pushed him away. “You need to get changed,” you laughed lightly as he frowned.

“Changed mind. Later, you are here. More important.” He murmured as he leaned forward to kiss you again, you placed your hand over his mouth.

“I don’t think Jimmy Fallon would like knowing you ditched his interview to make out in his backroom.” You asserted as you pulled your hand away from his mouth.

“The interview you interrupted, so I don’t think he’d mind that much” He rolled his eyes at you. Taking slight offence to that, you lightly smacked his shoulder. “Aye!” He shouted, pouting as he feigned pain.

“Go get changed,” it's your turn to roll your eyes at him. You watched as he scruched up his face in a deeper pout but when he realized it wasn’t going to help he sighed and started walking backwards towards the door, his eyes never leaving your’s.

“Be right back,” he said as he slipped through and out the hallway. You shook your head and chuckled. From the few moments you’ve had alone with him, there’s clearly one thing you can tell about him and that he’s a dork.

As you started to come down from the adrenaline high you were on, the shock of what had happened kicked in. You actually met your soulmate. You met Jungkook. You kissed Jungkook! Holy shit. . .You felt your knees grow weak and let yourself fall onto the couch that was in the small room. You interrupted an interview. One that was going to be on national television. Fuck. What was ARMY going to think of you . . .

You pull your phone from your pocket and open twitter and sure enough, despite the interview not being live, there was still ARMY in the audience and 9.99 times out of 10 they had twitter. When you opened the app, it wasn’t surprising to see JUNGKOOK SOULMATE trending once again. Should you click on it? They were awfully protective of their boys so you don’t know how they’d react to you. Especially being one of their soulmates.

Against your better judgement, you clicked on the tag and you could feel yourself tense up as the page loads. The first tweet you see has your heart melting. ‘IM AT JIMMY FALLON AND JUNGKOOK’S SOULMATE WAS HERE AND THEY MET AND HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT THAT WAS THE CUTEST FUCKING THING IM-’ You kept scrolling and surprisingly, all you see are a bunch of comments about how cute the moment was and how surprising it was.

You’re not sure how long you sat there, scrolling and reading the messages but soon enough the door opened and there’s Jungkook looking down at you. He’s dressed in normal clothes, his face is now free of any sort of makeup. His world famous bunny smile is exposed as he quickly shut the door and made his way to sit next to you. You lock your phone and put it away as he took your hands in his and laced your fingers together. You watched him as he just stared and played with your hands before looking back at you. Maybe it’s the soulmate thing but the love you see in his eyes instantly relaxes you. You’ve felt as if you’ve known him your whole life despite only being physically together for a few minutes.

“Hi,” your voice is barely a whisper as you feel yourself get lost in his eyes.

“Hi,” he responded. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the tip of your nose and smiled. “Car outside, you ready?” You nodded and Jungkook stood up, pulling you up with him. “Let’s go!” he cheered as he pulled you along with him and down the long winding hallways. You definitely would’ve gotten lost if you were alone back here. When you come across an exit there’s a handful of people who you can only assume are some of the BigHit staff members. Oh shit, they probably aren’t that happy with you. But they don’t do anything as Jungkook tugged you along and into a car garage where a black SUV was waiting for the two of you.

He pulled open the backseat and gestured for you to get in first; so you do and Jungkook followed in after. The door slammed shut and the car started moving. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, still taking in what just happened.

“How much Korean do you know?” Jungkook asked, looking at you curiously. The language barrier was going to be a bit difficult to get around, you figured that soon as you started talking in Korean. While your Korean wasn’t that great, you knew the basics and hopefully that was a start.

“Basic stuff, not a lot,” you gave him a nervous chuckle, scared that it might cause any sort of problem. But he simply nodded in understanding, taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“It’s okay, we’ll get through it.” With those words said, the car went back into silence as the driver took you to the hotel where you assumed they were all staying. Either you phased out during the drive or it was really short because next thing you know the car was pulling into the parking garage of a very luxurious looking building. Once the car has stopped, the two of you climbed out of the car and you’re being escorted to what you assume is the staff elevator.

You remained quiet as you heard some of the staff members follow you into the elevator and you barely catch some of what they are saying; something about contracts and the schedule. Jungkook dismissed them all, saying how all that should matter right now is the fact his soulmate is with him and that’s all that mattered at the current moment. All while he said that, he kept his eyes focused on you and you swear you could feel your face get hotter.

When the elevator stopped on a higher floor, slowly you all filed out and down the hallway. Jungkook however, once free of the confines of the tight space, grabbed your hand once again and bolted down the hallway. The two of you erupted into laughter as you heard the staff call out after you but it was no use as Jungkook was pretty fast. You have no idea how you’re able to keep up with him but soon as you could feel your lungs begin to burn, he stopped in front of what you assume to be his hotel room. While you lean against the wall, trying to catch your breath you see Jungkook fish for his room key.

Door to room open, the two of you quickly enter the room and you take in how surprisingly neat the room is. You slowly made your way over to the window and pulled back the curtain a little bit, taking in the New York City skyline. Keeping your eyes out on the horizon, you felt Jungkook snake his arms around your waist again and hold you close as he possibly can. Your hands meet his around you and you trace circles along his knuckles. The two of you don’t feel any need to speak, just simply enjoying each other's presence.

After several moments, Jungkook began to take steps backwards, pulling you along with him. “Legs tired,” he muttered in your ear as he sat down on the bed, pulling you on to his lap as well.

“Wouldn’t this hurt your legs more?” You laughed, trying to remove yourself from his lap to sit beside him on the bed, but his grip wouldn’t loosen.

“Worth it,” he muttered, hugging you tighter. You turned to face him and take in all the fine details of his face. Nothing, and you mean nothing, can compare to the beautiful face that is Jeon Jungkook’s. No amount of videos or high definition photos could have prepared you enough for this very moment. You placed your hand against his cheek, tracing your thumb along his cheekbones. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. Leaning forward, you pressed a kiss to his forehead, then another to his cheek, then his nose, then a quick one on his lips.

You felt him smile against your lips and before you could pull away, he pulled you down to lay on the bed completely, keeping his mouth on yours. The sudden movement however didn’t quite go as planned as you ended up bonking heads. You hissed in pain before rolling off of him, holding your forehead gently.

“Ah! You okay?” He asked, leaning over you and placing his hand over yours.

“I’m okay,” you assured him. “Might have a bump, but okay.”

“Ice? You need ice?” Before you could even respond, he stood up and made his way over to the bathroom, he disappeared for a moment before returning with a towel. You watch as he goes over to the mini fridge where he pulls out the ice bucket, already filled with ice. He probably got it last night you assumed and was saving it for something, probably not this though. Grabbing a handful of ice and wrapping it in the towel, he made his way back over to you on the bed, now sitting up at the foot of the bed. “Here.” He handed the improvised ice pack over to you and you nod in thanks, pressing it to where your head hurts.

“What about you? You got hit as well.” Not wanting him to end up with a bruise barely an hour into meeting him.

He waved you off. “Thick skull,” he chuckled, knocking his fist against his skull as if to demonstrate his head’s durability. He truly was a dork, you thought to yourself.

He opened his mouth to say something and you watched as Jungkook muttered a ‘be right back’ before jogging over to the door. He gave a quick look into the peephole before letting out a groan and opening it. You could barely hear him and who you assume is a manager at the door talking, you manage to catch the words ‘soulmate’, ‘contract’, and ‘press reveal’ so it doesn’t take much to figure out it’s about you. God it was a good idea at the moment, but maybe you should’ve waited until after the interview was done. Maybe then you wouldn’t be in such a mess.

You were pulled from your thoughts as you hear Jungkook return alongside another pair of footsteps, looking up you see the manager you recognize as Sejin. They’re talking quietly as they walked over to you. You give them both a small smile, pulling down the makeshift ice pack from your head.

“Hello Y/N,” Sejin started. “Now, I know that you didn’t mean to interrupt the interview and entire schedule but that’s past us now. Only thing now is the fact that you revealed yourself in front of the audience, composed mostly of fans. Word is already getting out so we just need you to fill out a couple contracts and non disclosure agreements. We just need your word that you’ll keep whatever is going on between the two of you to yourself and not sell information to the public. Also as Jungkook’s soulmate, you’re now also exposed to possibly safety concerns so this is also a contract that will place you under our protection. We’ve done this for all soulmates within BTS.” He explained everything as he handed the contract over to you to look over.

Sure to his word, everything he said was on the contracts handed to you. You look at Jungkook and he nodded to you, giving you the silent confirmation that nothing bad will happen. Since it was with all BTS soulmates, guessing how Jin has a soulmate and was kept safe and out of the public, you felt more comfortable.

You nodded to Sejin before standing up and walking over to the desk and starting signing. As you signed, you couldn’t help but wonder who else in BTS had found their soulmate? And what was their soulmate system like? Did they have tattoos? Hear each other's thoughts? Many different thoughts and questions rang through your head as you signed and initialed the paperwork. Once you finished, you handed the paperwork back to Sejin and he thanked you.

“Another thing, with the Jimmy Fallon interview, we have the option to deny it and have the audience members sign NDAs. Fallon has already agreed that if necessary he won’t have the footage released in the interview. However this one will be difficult as the story seems to have already leaked onto twitter and gossip sites have started reporting on this.” That option seemed the safest route, but then again there was already tweet and articles circling, they know what you look like. Would BigHit’s word be enough to hide you? “The other option is to confirm it, but with that comes your personal safety and privacy risks.”

While Sejin was talking, you tugged at a loose thread in your shirt, playing with it between your fingers as you thought through the options. Neither seemed ideal, you either have to lie to the world about who your soulmate is or risk everything for him. Both leave a weird sinking feeling in your gut.

Looking to Jungkook, he seemed to be deep in thought. You could read every thought on his face. He clearly deserved to have a sense of normalcy and privacy when it came to his soulmate, but he also loved ARMY and wanted to show you off and talk about you to them.

“Confirm it.” He said, “ARMY already knows.”

“Jungkook, are you sure?” Sejin questioned him while you looked at him, baffled he was considering the option. You’d learned pretty quickly that it’s very taboo that idols even talk about their soulmates, let alone reveal them to their fanbase. Especially with one as huge as the BTS ARMY. “What about the footage, do you want to release that as well?”

“Yes. ARMY knows and will have to respect them. Like they do with me.” He affirmed, standing firm in his words. Sejin nodded and gave a quick bow before excusing himself from the room. Leaving the two of you alone once again. “You okay?”

“I’m okay.” You smiled at him, you moved to lay down on the bed. You yawned a bit and shook your head, all the excitement plus the fact you woke up pretty early to get ready for Jimmy Fallon catching up to you pretty fast. “I’m tired.” You sighed as you maneuver yourself to rest your head on the very fluffy hotel pillows. You heard Jungkook chuckle at you as he walked over to you. You watched him through hooded eyes as he removed your shoes, hearing him mutter in Korean about getting the bed dirty. He then followed suit and laid down on the bed next to you.

Automatically, you slot yourself in his embrace keeping your face pressed against his chest. Jungkook wrapped his arms around your torso, you feel as if he’s trying to keep you closer even though you’re as close as you possibly can. You feel your eyes drifted close, feeling completely at peace.

“Jungkook,” you slurred. He hummed in response. “The other guys, have they met their soulmates?” You inquired as you sleepily trace circles into his chest.

“Jin-hyung met his a few years ago. Jimin-hyung and Tae-hyung are each other’s.” You feel the vibrations of his response against your cheek. “The rest are still looking.” It was your turn to hum. So Jungkook was now 4/7 members that have found their soulmate. It was a bit of a surprise to learn that Jimin and Taehyung were soulmates, but a lot of their fanbase had already called them soulmates so it was only a matter of if they publicly confirmed it or not.

Little by little, you nodded off as Jungkook hummed a song that sounded fairly familiar but you don’t seem to care at any sort of moment. Jungkook was here and he was all that mattered at this moment.

You’re woken up by the sound of a doorbell ringing profusely. You groaned at the interruption of sleep and felt Jungkook shift in the bed. “Nooo,” you made grabby hands for him as he trudged off to see who was at the door. Sitting up, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. You immediately realized the two of you must’ve slept for a few hours because it was now dark outside. You looked over to the clock on the bedside table and it’s about 8 pm. You sighed and flopped back on the pillows as you heard Jungkook talk to what seemed to be several voices, you think he’s trying to get them to leave but he obviously failed as the next thing you know there’s a bunch of new people in the room. More specifically, all of BTS are now in the hotel room.

“Hello!” Jimin jumped on the bed next to you, waving both hands. You must have a very startled look on your face as he’s laughing at you, his eyes disappearing behind his smile.

“Sorry, they want to. . .meet you.” Jungkook huffed as he walked back over to you. “Get off.” Jungkook shoved Jimin away from you, resuming the spot where he was previously.

Jin yelled in Korean not to be rude to his elders, but his raised voice had now fully woken you from your sleepy state of mind. “Oh! Sorry!” He apologized.

“It’s okay.” He gave you a small smile before sitting down on the other bed.

“Jungkookie, why is there a wet towel on the ground?” Namjoon raising a brow at the two of you.

Yoongi smirked at the two of you, he muttered something under his breath but you don’t catch it.

Taehyung however did catch it and laughed as he spoke, he’s speaking a bit too fast for you to catch but you do hear ‘sex’ and ‘horny’ and almost instantaneously you felt your face and tips of your ears burn.

“Get mind out of gutter!” Jungkook shouted, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at the two. Taehyung managed to duck away but Yoongi didn’t see it coming and was hit square in the face. The rest of the room burst into laughter, including you. Still embarrassed however, you move to hide your face into Jungkook’s shoulder.

“We bumped heads earlier. . .” You mumbled, trying to explain the towel situation.

“Bumped heads doing what?” Hoseok insinuated, clearly not moving on from the topic of sex. God, he really was one of the pervy ones.

You narrowed your eyes at him, now taking the second pillow behind you and throwing it at the dancer. He squealed and jumped before the pillow even had a chance to hit him. You all, including Hoseok, laughed at his reaction. You even catch him muttering how the two of you really are soulmates from how you both abuse them all.

The rest of the evening is spent with the 8 of you enjoying some room service (it was at this moment you remembered how rich they all were. While normally you aren’t ashamed of your financial status, you didn’t want Jungkook to think you only cared about him for his money. Which he immediately put to rest saying he had more money than he could ever need and was more than happy to dote on you when it’s needed), you asked them all the questions you’ve had as you learned since realizing your soulmate was Jungkook and they in turn asked you questions from the weird things Jungkook has said. Explaining the thought you had about shoving chicken nuggets up your boss’s ass was never something you thought you’d ever tell world famous sensations.

You even got to learn more about their Jin’s soulmate and their soulmate systems. Jin’s was the fact his hair color changed alongside his soulmate’s (who was a florist named Chun-hei), and was the reason why he dyed his hair on his own once with all those different colors.

Jimin and Taehyung both started seeing color once they saw each other, but as Jimin turned 20 before Taehyung, he only saw black and white for a few hours when he woke up but soon as he saw Taehyung the world was colored again. Jimin said he kept it to himself until Taehyung’s birthday a few months later, wanting to be absolutely sure.

Namjoon has a fairly common one being a date on his ribcage, displaying the exact time he will meet his soulmate. It’s not for another year and a half though, but you can tell he’s looking forward to it.

You also learn that Yoongi has heterochromia, so his right eye is his soulmate's eye color, which is hazel. He voiced that it’s a pain wearing a singular colored contact sometimes and how he sometimes does have to edit the selcas he posts to twitter and weverse.

Hoseok’s system is that in concept is similar to your’s and Jungkook’s but in reality is much different. He and his soulmate share pain so often when he dances he has to be very careful about how hard he pushes himself because he doesn’t want to end up hurting them as they do often work themselves to the point of exhaustion.

Once all your stories are told, Jungkook realized that it’s almost time for their Jimmy Fallon interview to be released. You glance at the clock and sure enough it was almost 11:35 pm. You watched as Taehyung grabbed the remote and flipped to the NBC channel just in time for Jimmy to start talking.

The eight of you get yourselves situated in the hotel room as the show started. You’re in between Jungkook’s legs, laying against his chest. Jimin and Tae are the same next to you. Jin and Namjoonare seated on two chairs they pulled up to sit next to the foot of the bed. Yoongi and Hoseok are both sitting at the foot of the other bed, waiting patiently.

The interview continued as normal at first, per everything you remember. It almost felt like the interview happened days ago, not a mere few hours. When Jimmy started asking about soulmates, you felt Jungkook’s grip on you tighten. This was it. The moment before it all seems to go down. When Namjoon was in the middle of speaking you felt the tension level rise up as the Jungkook on the screen yelled out “I’M HERE!” It was at that moment you really see all of their reactions to Jungkook’s blurt, they almost all seem to have their eyes bulged from their heads. Besides Namjoon and Taehyung, who’s jaws had literally dropped

The cameras quickly panned over to the audience as they looked around for who was the one that had him say that. You were more in the back so it wasn’t likely they caught you at all, and you were right, no singular shot of you, unlike a few other ARMYs who were screaming it was them. You weren’t that upset though, because the best part was about to come.

The silence that came over the audience as Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut came through and passed into the hotel room, despite you all knowing what happened next you all held your breath. Then the moment when you yelled came on (Jimin scolded Jungkook for having you yell out that he eats raw eggs which he assured you isn’t true), the camera whipped in your direction but they barely had any time to catch a shot of you as you were already running towards the stage.

The only good full shot they had of you was when you ran into Jungkook’s arms and he spun you around. It felt like a movie. You have the exact moment of meeting your soulmate on camera and watching it feels like an out of body experience almost. As you suspected, when you and Jungkook started crying and hugging the rest of the boys, including Jimmy, joined in. You were so wound up in that moment that you didn’t hear Jimmy say that they’ll be right back as the camera panned around the shot of all of BTS surrounding you and Jungkook in a hug.

“That felt intense,” you laughed a bit at how you slowly felt your body relaxing after the soulmate bit.

“Yeah, it’s crazy though. It’s very brave of you to let yourself be open with ARMY as well, thank you.” Namjoon said, looking over his shoulder to you. “Especially with how. . . well known they are amongst other internet groups.”

“Of course, I have no qualms with it at all. If you guys love ARMY, then I too have to love ARMY as well. They’re just as much a part of Jungkook as I am.” You gave a shy smile, Jungkook’s grip on you tightened a bit more and he kissed the side of your head, silently appreciating the comment you made.

The rest of the interview without Jungkook goes a bit smoothly, Namjoon explaining the situation as “The two of them are with management now” and ending it at that. Not talking any further about it, which you do appreciate from him keeping your privacy.

Pretty soon it was midnight and Taehyung said something about going back to his room to go on VLIVE. One by one the guys slowly leave Jungkook’s room to do their own thing, leaving the two of you alone once again.

“Soooo,” you started, drawing out the last syllable. “What happens now?” Were you to go to Korea with him now? Stay and have a long distance relationship?

“What do you want to happen?” Jungkook looked at you with a curious look in his eye. It’s your decision.

“I want. . .to be with you. . .” Your gut doing a bunch of twists and turns, the mere thought about moving to another country was terrifying. But now that you had Jungkook, you couldn’t just let him go.

“Then stay,” he grabbed your hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

You stared into his dark brown eyes and all the anxieties you had: ARMY’s reaction, moving, the future, it all melts away. All you saw in his eyes was love and that’s all that you needed from him.

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thirsthourdemon · 4 years ago

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Tea party headcanon

Includes: All obey me characters except solomon, and barbatos

Genre: Fluff

Tags: Fluff, Tea party theme, Pink Pastry and Pekoe Parlour! Au, general

A/N: This is a celebration cause I happen to like my new formatting. If anyone wants to be added to the taglist then just send in an ask please!

||Lucifer

-He’s actually the one that invites you and the brothers to the tea party.

-Makes sure everyone is at least properly dressed

-A mother of 7 children cause that includes you 😌

-Hates it here the moment levi said he’d wear something from some anime about a ‘demon’ butler, mammon saying that he did NOT steal the precious fine china set and beel having that look on his face that says “If I dont eat everything on the damn table, Im eating everyone else.”

-Either drink pure black coffee or chamomile

-if He drinks an ocean of chamomile but no amount of ‘calming’ tea can help save this poor stressed demon who just thought he could finally get a small break and have a lovely afternoon tea with diavolo.

-I wont be surprised if he’s even payed 200,000 grim worth of damage on the place due to his whole family

-Satan thought it was a good idea to exchange salt with sugar but he avoided this cause he...he looked into satan’s eyes while he drank his bitter black coffee with no sugar or cream.

||Mammon

-Gold laced bone china that costs about 500 grim a cup? Sold.

-He didn’t want to go but apparently he saw something that had caught his eye ❤️

-He was always invited to be the man servant at the witches’ tea parties so he kinda thought it was boring

-Did not realize how much he liked fruit teas until he came here

-Did not bother to even wear anything fancy as requested😤

-Probably tried stealing some stuff 😔

-He is on his 3rd cup of fruit tea and the orange chiffon cake but STILL denies that he liked being there.

-Chiffon cake is his thing but he will never admit that so instead he goes for regular old bread

-Defensive over paying the bill but he gives in a bit cause lucifer had to pay for the fucking stuff he stole 😤

-Was fucked with cause diavolo was actually paying and not them

||Leviathan

-Im sorry...sebastian michaelis who? I only know levi in a stuffy butler suit

-Speak like he’s talking to his masters but still trash talks mammon

-“I thumb my nose to you, unrefined scum.”

-For some reason...I cannot stress this enough...He loves...Lolita tea parties.

-Probably a Lizzie fan from Black buttler

-He strikes me as the type to drink matcha or a classic earl grey for the aesthetic but drinks bladderwack tea due to how common it is when he was at sea

-he drinks his tea in a typical lolita designed porcelain tea cup and is charmed by it so he takes 50 photos of the set for his live journalng blog.

||Satan

-A refined gentleman who wore appropriate clothing and brought a book

-He brought a little sacket or his own spice

-He usually drinks chamomile to calm down but occassionally drinks lattes but this time since it was a tea party he settled on...wait for it...

-Ethiopian spiced tea! More specifically Cardamom milk tea in the hottest temprature it can handle

-Him and asmo like their teas hot

-Satan makes me think that he goes for finger sandwiches instead of cakes or pastries.

-Has a book with him and actually his books have tea leaves in them as well because he likes the book smell with the Lapsang Souchung tea

-The ideal guest until he tried to play a prank on lucifer

||Asmodeus

-would you believe me if I told you he walked in there wearing slim dark slacks, creamy white silked dress shirt and a pastel plum ribbon tie that makes me drool?

-OF COURSE YOU WOULD IT’S ASMO 😤

-He looks gorgeous and he knows it! And every waiter/guest there is trying to get his number! 🥺

-I can see him originally drinking assam tea but he switches between that and a very specific order of butterfly pea flower tea with 1 cube of white sugar, 1 mint leaf within a minimalistic see-through tea set

-definetely a fan of berliner or a good chilled charlotte

-Indulges in conversations with simeon, solomon, barbatos and luke like the classy boys they are

-Drinking their tea like that, gossipping like mid 19th century wives in england

-probably laughs at the more energetic people

-Has the other guests at the parlour just senting him in something sweet only for their hearts to be crushed as asmo hands the sweet gifts to his sweet beloved younger brother

||Beelzebub

-You know why he’s here

-Asmo’s personal pastry trash can

-Hungry baby is eating a whole cake by himself ❤️

-Living the dream on his 4th cake btw

-Likes Cannoli sicillianis and Chou à la crème A.K.A profiterole or french cream puffs! He likes custard inside it

-He’s not very picky on his food but he does refuse to drink matcha tea without milk

-The type to be drinking something like dandelion root tea or peppermint tea

-This is the reason he can eat food faster. Please stop him. Please.

-Surprisingly even though he doesnt like matche he keeps green tea so he can gives some to belphie to help keep him awake.

-He tries to wear something nice so...Hahahaha Enjoy beel in a thick dark blue sweater

-He cant contain his cute little hair 🥺

-Uses a tea cup the same size as a mug and a dinner plate instead of a dessert plate

-Gets destracted by the pretty flowers and thinks of lilith ✨

||Belphegor

-Im sorry...Private booth with a couch please?

-He likes nuts cause they make up for his lack of serotonin and plus sleepy

-His tea is either chamomile to calm him or something like green tea to wake him up

-Only drinks green tea that beel gives cause beel knows exactly what to wake belphie up with

-He’s old fashioned he likes his tea in a some porcelain or clay though a preference is not a requirment

-Sleepy boy like private booths and resting himself on beel who’s just munching away but when he’s awake he does join the mid 19th century wives group

-Talks shit about most of the brother, except beel cause beel though a demon is still angelic.

-Has a great time there cause he’s reminded of when him and his twins were playing tea parties

-Does not dress for the occassion cause who gives a fuck

-Has told stories or at least recalled the times that lilith has made them pretend there was tea in the cup while they tried to point out that there was in fact none

||Simeon

-Polite boy that helps set up some of the servers and praises them

-ASSAM TEA YOU CANT CONVINCE ME ON THIS. He loves the taste honestly and he thinks he likes it so much more when there’s milk with it. Likes 1 cube of sugar on it and likes it bit more on the hotter side.

-Another one who enjoys sandwiches more than pastries though please dont tell luke.

-Likes the tea party so much that he wants to host one with luke so they can invite micheal and the other angels.

-Wears something nice but still a bit more appropriate.

-Probably the next host for the tea party

-does not shit talk or gossip bad stuff be he likes to join the conversations

-Adores watching luke pick flowers at the indoor garden

||Luke

-He is such a grateful person that he also brings his own sugar cookies ❤️

-He likes scones!!!! he likes em with lots of cream and blueberries

-The type to drink some sweet tea however he swears by candyleaf as the ultimate drink for him. If there’s no candy leaf though he can always go for fruit teas and something that kicks like orange blossom sponge cakes 🥺

-Dont look at me like he wouldnt play with the flowers and explore the indoor gardens while simeon calls him and he’s already back with sweet butterflies crowding him like the most adorable angel ever

-Joins the adult table cause...h-he’s...he’s old enough 🥺👉👈 (It’s really cause simeon needs to take care of him)

-He might not like devildom but he can say that the ambiance in that place wasnt absolutely breathtaking

-Wants to recreate the sweets here as well

||Diavolo

-The host of the party and is currently tending to everyone in conversation

-He thinks he should do these more often due to how successful they are in bringing everyone together

-Brought barbatos cause only barbatos can make his special tea since the ingridients are rare to fine

-His tea? Bolivia black✨his tastes are complex yes I know

-goes on board with orange food and dark chocolate. He is so exquisite, bro. An orange-scented short bread with finely tempered dark chocolate is the best thing he pairs with that black tea.

-Has a grand time trying to give luci some of his sweet shortbread but ultimately the other demon refuses 😔

-Just fucking say yes, luci. Stop being a pussy already

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goldencuffs · 5 years ago

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I'M HORRIBLE AT PROMPTS. laurent trying to do something really nice for damen&it kind of goes to hell but damen loves him so much&can't quit loving on him for it all? or laurent goes to some university&everyone thinks he's gorgeous but he's kind of a bitch&when he tells them he has a boyfriend everyone is like yeah right then damen comes to pick him up, looking hotter than anyone has any right to be&laurent melts with him? i'll read literally anything you write, it could be a n y t h i n g

@marrieddorkss im so so so sorry this took so fucking long lmao my god. im a mess. hopefully you still like it?? and it isnt such a fucking disaster lol??

Summary: Laurent decides to do something nice for Damen – and then immediately regrets it.

When Laurent comes back from his last class of the day, it’s to find Damen standing outside his dorm room, wearing a nice, oversized tank top and fraying shorts. The duffle bag by his feet is packed full; Laurent can see the sides of it are lumpy.

“Hey.” Damen’s smile is pleasant. It transforms his face and makes him look younger, despite the stubble growing across his face.

Laurent smiles too. “Hello,” he says, and when he’s close enough, he rests his hands on Damen’s hips and goes on his tiptoes to kiss his nose.

Damen’s smile widens, the creases by his eyes deepening. He scans Laurent’s face intently. “I’m guessing that your presentation went well?”

“It went well,” Laurent says. He pauses. “Actually, it went very well. I managed to answer every single question at the end.”

Damen wraps his arms around Laurent’s shoulders in a tight squeeze. “Fuck yeah!” He cheers. His enthusiasm is genuine, and it makes Laurent’s face heat.

“It’s not that big of a deal – I’m sure there are other people who did way better.”

“Stop that,” says Damen. He kisses Laurent’s forehead. “You killed it; I know you did.”

Laurent doesn’t answer. He just tips his head up in a silent request. Damen’s smile softens around the edges, and then he leans down to kiss Laurent fully on his mouth.

The kiss heats up quickly, as usual. Damen licks inside his mouth with vigour, his hand moving down Laurent’s back to grip his ass. Laurent moans into it, tugging on the front of Damen’s shirt to pull him closer.

Damen’s cock is already hard; it presses up against the inside of Laurent’s thigh in a slow, teasing drag. Laurent shifts his own hips forward, his body tight with anticipation.

A door slams shut at the end of the corridor and Damen detaches himself from Laurent in a measured pace, realising at the same moment Laurent does, that they’re in a very open, public setting.

“Come inside,” Laurent tells him.

Damen squeezes his ass again. “Here?” His smirk is sharp and arrogant.

Laurent hates how much he likes it.

He doesn’t let Damen know that though; instead, he rolls his eyes and drags Damen inside to his dorm room. It’s far from its usual pristine condition; Laurent hasn’t made his bed in a week, his dirty clothes are in a pile by the door and his desk is overflowing with papers, textbooks and plastic wrappers from food he’s bought lately.

Laurent grimaces at the mess. Damen doesn’t seem to mind, or even acknowledge it; he flings himself onto the single bed with as much ease as he can, hauling his duffle bag up with him.

“What’s in there?” Laurent asks.

The duffle bag is an expensive, leather one. For years, it had sat alone and dusty in the Revere’s garage, until Laurent had gifted it to Damen over the summer. Now, it’s used constantly; Damen takes it with him to classes and football practice and is rarely seen without it. He takes good care of it too: he diligently cleans it once a week and keeps it stored in his closet, away from sunlight.

Damen waggles his eyebrows in response to Laurent’s question. He sits up again and opens it with an exaggerated amount of fanfare, slowly inching the zipper in small tugs.

It’s amusing; it shouldn’t be, but almost everything Damen does makes Laurent laugh. He likes that.

Inside the lining of the bag, the tag is visible. It used to simply read ‘Revere’, but someone – probably Nikandros – has added, with marker, an apostrophe and the word ‘bitch’, so the entire thing says: ‘Revere’s bitch’.

Laurent also likes that.

Laurent doesn’t focus too long on the tag. The contents of the bag are much more appealing: there’s an assortment of treats packed haphazardly inside. Laurent can see chip packets, chocolate, tubs of ice cream and a four pack of Krispy Kreme donuts.

Laurent taps the lid of one of the ice cream containers; it’s sea salt, his favourite. “Did you rob a grocery store? Is this your first step into the tantalising world of crime?”

Damen’s shrug is uncharacteristically shy. His fingers are still toying with the zipper, but he still manages to look Laurent in the eye as he says, “They’re for you. I figured – depending on how your presentation goes – they’d either be celebratory snacks or conciliatory ones.”

Laurent smiles. There’s a sudden, pressing warmth in his chest. “Really,” he says, touched.

Damen is still shy; it’s a strange yet endearing look on him.

Laurent’s smile doesn’t waver. He pushes the duffle bag a little, so it ends up against the wall, rather than between them. He crosses the now empty space, shifting closer to Damen until Laurent manages to straddle his lap, knees digging into the hard mattress below.

He presses a soft kiss to the corner of Damen’s mouth. He keeps his mouth there, against the stubble across Damen’s jaw, and says: “Thank you. I love how thoughtful you are.”

Damen swallows, eyes darkening. His hands rest on Laurent’s hips. His touch is deceptively light.

This time, Laurent initiates the kiss. He keeps it slow, the way he favours, and Damen lets him. His hands begin to wander over Laurent’s body; even when they’re not fucking, Laurent has come to learn that Damen likes to touch him constantly.

When Damen’s hands settle on Laurent’s ass once more, Laurent shifts his hips a little. Damen’s other hand drops to cup Laurent’s ass cheek.

Laurent’s gasp is a quiet sound; most of it is swallowed by Damen’s mouth.

They begin a slow, steady rut. It reminds Laurent of the first time they did this, a few months ago in a secluded booth in Route, the small club down the road from their campus.

Laurent didn’t know Damen too well at the time, but he was always petering around the Student Life office, where Laurent had been volunteering on and off throughout the semester. He wasn’t sure what Damen did there: sometimes he volunteered to help with administrative tasks, but mostly, from what Laurent saw, Damen seemed to just want to hang around him.

They formed a tentative, shallow relationship that consisted of very poor flirting on Laurent’s part and a lot of unprecedented confidence on Damen’s.

It was obvious to everyone how much Damen wanted to fuck Laurent; he always looked half crazed every time Laurent so much as looked at him. Laurent found that he didn’t exactly mind it; Damen was attractive, receiving his attention was heady, and it wasn’t as though Laurent was swimming in proposals.

So, when Damen had asked him to hang out at Route with him on a Saturday night, Laurent had said yes, fully expecting the outcome of the evening.

Still, Damen had seemed surprised when, after two drinks, Laurent climbed into his lap. Their first kiss had been relatively innocent: just a short, chaste peck. Then Laurent, spurred on by the alcohol, deepened it. Damen responded eagerly, pulling closer Laurent and licking into his mouth with a shocking amount of indecency.

After a while, he’d pulled back. His eyes had been so dark, and he’d gazed at Laurent with awe.

Laurent had said: “If you’re going to keep looking at me like that, you might as well just fuck me here.”

Damen had inhaled sharply; even with all the noise around them, Laurent still managed to hear it.

Twenty minutes later, Laurent had been pressed down into his mattress as Damen licked him open for his cock.

As he’d pushed into him for the first time, Damen panted into his ear, “Fuck, I don’t usually do this on a first date.”

Laurent had laughed.

Afterwards, Laurent had thought he wouldn’t see much of Damen anymore. He knew how one night stands worked. He suspected that now that Damen had been inside him – more than once, actually – he would stop loitering around the Student Life office.

That didn’t happen. Instead, Damen seemed more persistent to hang around Laurent. Laurent let it happen. By this point, he’d grown fond of Damen, the way someone might feel fond over a stray puppy that constantly showed up at their door.

Besides, as the weeks wore on, Laurent discovered that as well as being extremely sexually compatible, Damen and he were also compatible outside of bed; they became fast friends, much to the bemusement of everyone else.

It’s amazing how far they’ve come, Laurent thinks. He doesn’t think he’s been so comfortable with anyone in his entire life.

Now, in the silence of his bedroom, Damen’s lips drag across Laurent’s neck. Laurent shivers, fingers running over Damen’s shoulders. He’s careful as he tugs off Damen’s shirt. Damen’s chest is marvellous – it’s all sculpted pecs and hard planes. There’s a tattoo of a lion roaring on his right pec. It’s the most obnoxious thing Laurent has ever seen, and the first time Laurent had seen it, he’d licked it. He might’ve felt stupid about it at the time, but that feeling quickly evaporated when Damen’s hips stuttered, and he’d spilled his release inside Laurent.

Once Damen’s shirt comes off, the need to get naked becomes a priority for both of them. Damen rolls Laurent onto his back after Laurent takes off his own shirt, mouthing over his collarbone, his nipples, his bellybutton, and then his hipbone.

Laurent is quick to unbuckle his belt when Damen kisses the waistband of his jeans.

Damen is always meticulous in preparing him. It doesn’t matter if it’s been five minutes or five days since they last fucked, Damen never rushes. Laurent’s given up on trying to coax him to be faster.

Laurent’s knee jerks a little when Damen’s fingers, covered in cold lube, circle around his rim in sure strokes. Damen kisses the inside of his thigh, then the crease of his groin as Laurent pants. When his finger breaches Laurent, Laurent turns his head into the pillow, moaning against the silk fabric.

“Please,” he says quietly, and Damen groans, long and loud. He likes it when Laurent begs, a fact that makes Laurent flush.

Damen continues fingering him. The sounds are disgusting, wet and sloppy. Laurent doesn’t understand why he likes it so much.

Finally, finally, Damen pulls away. Laurent’s fingers twist the bedsheets in anticipation. He knows he’s flushed all over; he can feel the colour vining across the bridge of his nose and down his chest.

Damen’s cockhead drags down his crease. It makes Laurent delirious.

“Yeah?” says Damen. His hand grips the base of his cock and his eyes are fixed on Laurent, like he can’t bear to look away. Laurent knows the feeling; Damen looks so good like this.

“Yes,” says Laurent, in Veretian.

That makes Damen groan again. He only gets louder as he pushes into Laurent. Laurent’s eyes go cross eyed at the initial stretch. He loves this: the initial pain of Damen’s cock entering him.

“God, Laurent.” Damen grunts as he starts thrusting, biting down on the column of Laurent’s neck.

“Yeah, fuck me,” Laurent says. His hands slide down Damen’s sweaty back. “Harder – please, I need it.”

“Fuck,” Damen gasps as he complies. He lifts his head from the crook of Laurent’s shoulder and kisses him.

Laurent keens into it. He wraps his legs around Damen’s waist, murmuring encouragements in Veretian against Damen’s mouth.

Damen’s thrusts start to get shallow; his rhythm isn’t synced, but it still makes Laurent’s toes curl.

“Good?” Damen says. His biceps are straining with effort.

“You know it is,” Laurent says.

“I like the confirmation,” Damen says with that terrible smirk, and Laurent closes his eyes and lets himself take it.

Damen comes first. He’s loud when it happens; Laurent is sure his neighbours hate him.

His cock is straining against his stomach when Damen pulls out. Laurent flushes when he feels the wetness inside him, and he darkens further when Damen pulls his ass cheeks apart, watching in awe as his come dribbles out of Laurent’s hole.

“Don’t touch your cock,” says Damen.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Laurent arches his back when Damen’s mouth seals over his hole.

Damen slips his tongue in easily, licking into Laurent with enthusiasm. Laurent shakes under his grip. Damen’s stubble rubs against his skin, and Laurent knows it’s steadily pinkening.

He feels on edge. His cock is so hard it hurts. He pulls on Damen’s curls desperately, and Damen buries into him deeper.

Laurent’s mouth falls open. His quiet panting fills the room, joining the cacophony of sounds Damen’s mouth produces as he eats him out.

Laurent feels like crying. He almost asks Damen to stop because it’s too much, too much, too much.

Then Damen slows down to short, tiny licks. When he resurfaces, he gives Laurent a filthy wink. His chin is wet.

Laurent comes.

Every Thursday, Laurent and Damen have lunch at a small brunch place just outside campus. It’s usually packed, but Damen always manages to secure them a table. Laurent suspects this is because Damen has slept with one of the baristas. Damen has never explicitly denied this detail.

Today, their table is outside, along the gravel path leading to the campus gardens. The weather is nice; a rarity in Marlas, and Laurent enjoys the sunshine on his face.

Initially their weekly lunch meetings had been a habit borne out of practicality: last semester, one of the only days they could meet up was on Thursday mornings. After a good, thorough fuck, Damen always needed a cigarette, and Laurent always got hungry, so their solution was to head out to this particular brunch place.

Now, though, it’s become a fixed tradition between them. Damen also refers to it as their place – which Laurent still doesn’t quite understand.

Damen orders his usual – the everything breakfast – and Laurent, pleasantly reminded of this morning’s activities when he moves in his seat, decides to order the same thing.

Halfway through their meal, they’re interrupted by Nikandros, one of Damen’s teammates. Nikandros is wearing his letterman jacket, but he shrugs it off as he pulls up a seat at their table. He steals a chorizo sausage off of Laurent’s plate, despite Laurent’s protests.

Nikandros starts talking to Damen about the statistics of their latest game while Laurent finishes up his food. Once he’s done, he pulls out his pack of cigarettes. He manages to finish half of it; he offers Nikandros the rest. Nikandros eyes fall on the cigarette, then Laurent’s mouth, before he forcibly tears his eyes away and shakes his head.

He addresses Damen again, his voice slightly hoarse, “Hey! I just remembered – guess who I saw coming out the law library today?”

“Who?” Damen takes Laurent’s cigarette.

Nikandros pauses for dramatic effect. His smirk is not as attractive as Damen’s. “Lykaios.”

Damen drops his cigarette. He doesn’t pay it much mind; instead, he leans forward in his seat, eyes alight. “Wait – seriously? You’re not messing with me?”

“Nah,” Nikandros shakes his head, looking pleased. “Asked her what she’s doing here, apparently she’s starting postgrad law this semester.” Nikandros pauses again. “Like you.”

“Wow.” Damen’s expression is brittle with disbelief. “What are the chances?”

“Seems like fate.”

“Who’s Lykaios?” Laurent asks.

“Oh,” says Damen. “She’s an old friend from when I still lived in Ios.”

“A friend,” says Nikandros. His expression is amused. “Oh, come on, you two were practically together.”

“That’s not true,” Damen says quickly. He casts Laurent a reassuring look. “It honestly isn’t.”

Laurent doesn’t understand why Damen is being so defensive; it’s not news to him that Damen has been with other people.

“You were pretty much in love with her, dude.” Nikandros picks a sausage off Damen’s plate this time.

“Oh,” Laurent says before he can help it. The statement takes him by surprise. One of the first things Damen had told him when they’d first started hooking up was: I don’t know what it’s like to be in love. In the stillness of the night, Damen had been vulnerable and open; it was the first time Laurent realised the person in his bed might be more multifaceted than he let on.

“No,” Damen gives Laurent another reassuring look. His foot presses against Laurent’s underneath the table. “I wasn’t.” His voice is firm. “There was a time I thought I was, but I was wrong.”

Nikandros clearly doesn’t believe him. He rolls his eyes and utters a small, “Whatever.”

Laurent pulls out another cigarette, thinking.

Later that night, Laurent is contemplative. It’s late: almost two in the morning and the rain outside is a welcome, soothing noise.

Laurent is so sore, he almost regrets the last round, as short as it was. It doesn’t keep him from draping himself over Damen’s chest, fingers lazily tracing over the tattoo on his pec.

Damen keeps running his fingers through Laurent’s sweat soaked hair, his fingernails gently scratching against his scalp. It’s so relaxing, Laurent feels like he could fall asleep like this. Practically, he knows he shouldn’t: there’s dry come on his stomach and between his thighs. He’s also sweaty, and Damen is too.

But instead of getting up, Laurent asks into the stillness of the night: “What is she like?”

Damen jerks a little; his eyes have been closed for a while now.

“Hm?”

“Lykaios,” Laurent says. “I want to know what she’s like.”

There’s a small pause. Damen shifts again. “Why?”

“I don’t know. It seemed like she means a lot to you – and I’m interested.”

“She meant a lot to me. As in, past tense.”

“It didn’t seem that way during lunch,” Laurent points out. He doesn’t know why Damen is being so evasive and why it’s bothering him so much. “You seemed excited to hear about her.”

“Well yeah,” Damen says. In the darkness, it’s hard to read his usually expressive face, but Laurent can still sense a growing tightness in Damen’s body. “But that’s only because it’s been a while since any of us have heard from her. She sort of disappeared after first year.”

Laurent pinches Damen’s bicep. “Tell me.”

Damen sighs. He rolls over, so Laurent is unfairly jostled aside. He turns on the lamp on the bedside table. As the room is washed in a dull yellow light, Laurent can see how matted Damen’s hair has become, as well as the fingernail indentations along his shoulders.

“There’s honestly not much to say,” Damen says. His voice is very quiet, mindful of the neighbouring dorm rooms. “We were family friends for years, and in my senior year I realised I liked her a lot – more than I thought I did. But she had a boyfriend, so I never did anything about it. And then she dumped him because she liked me, but this time I was seeing someone. So, in the end, nothing happened.”

“That’s it?” Laurent frowns. In his mind, he keeps replaying Damen’s reaction at lunch; surely, there must be more to the story. Damen huffs. It almost seems like he’s pouting. He pokes Laurent’s stomach, hard. “You’re being very annoying.”

Laurent swats his hand away. “Are you still in love with her?”

“I already told you I never was. I just thought I could be because I was a horny eighteen year old.”

That makes Laurent laugh. It’s an unintentional sound, but it makes Damen smile.

“I’m not interested in anyone but you,” Damen says, too sincerely. The words hang heavy in the air.

Laurent doesn’t know what to make of it – not just the words, but Damen’s tone as well. It makes his stomach clamp up. He thinks Damen is making a point about how attractive he finds Laurent; in bed, the subject of Laurent’s body is always a welcoming topic.

So, Laurent says, a little awkwardly, “Thank you.”

Damen snorts. He looks fond. He kisses Laurent, and Laurent gladly welcomes it.

It’s a slow, sensual kiss. Damen keeps mapping out Laurent’s body with his hands, fingertips tracing over the veins across Laurent’s wrist, his chest.

“Think you can go again?” Damen says against his mouth. Pressed to each other like this, Laurent can feel Damen’s erection. It’s hot, he thinks to himself, how Damen physically reacts to him, even when Laurent hasn’t done anything to particularly excite him.

He’s still sore, sweaty and gross, but Laurent says: “Yes.”

Laurent is late to his study session with Damen on Wednesday. They normally don’t study together; tonight is an exception. Damen is apparently tired of being cooped in his room alone as he pours over his essays.

Outside the study room, Laurent pauses. Through the clear glass, he can see Damen is already seated, textbooks placed carelessly over the wooden tabletop. But he’s not alone. There’s someone seated on the edge of the table, in the one corner free of Damen’s things.

It’s Lykaios. Laurent knows it must be; Damen’s face is exuberant, creased with warmth. His smile is filled with teeth, white and straight, and there’s a lingering softness there. Laurent’s chest clenches with a foreign feeling. He’s unsure what it is, but then deduces it must be relief at seeing Damen so happy.

Laurent almost turns back. He wants to give Damen and his not-quite ex-girlfriend time to catch up. The thought of intruding on them with his presence fills him with anxiety. But he remains rooted on the spot because, for some strange reason, the thought of leaving them alone also fills him with anxiety.

Luckily – or perhaps, unluckily; Laurent still hasn’t made up his mind – Damen spots him through the glass. His smile, now directed at Laurent, changes instantly; it dissolves into a steady kind of fondness. His eyes seem to shine brighter.

It completely baffles Laurent.

His chest tightens again; this time, it’s much more pleasant.

Laurent supposes he should enter now. Damen seems to have forgotten about Lykaios; his eyes remain on Laurent as Laurent fumbles with the doorknob and steps into the room.

“Hey,” he says. His smile – and voice – wobble. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Damen’s smile, impossibly, widens even more. Laurent’s gaze is helplessly drawn to it.

They stare at each other for a few moments longer than necessary until Damen seems to remember they’re not alone. He fumbles over the introductions, face flushed.

Lykaios is unbelievably gorgeous. Like most Akielons, she’s very tall; even wearing flats she’s a few inches taller than Laurent. Laurent tries not to be bitter about it. Her hair isn’t as blonde as Laurent’s, but it’s long and shiny. Her eyes are amazing; long lashed and an intriguing colour, somewhere between green and blue.

Standing next to Damen, the two of them look like a regal painting. They look good together. They complement each other.

Laurent – unexpectedly, painfully – feels inadequate.

Lykaios rounds the table and shakes Laurent’s hand with vigour. Her smile is kind and open; her enthusiasm is genuine. “It’s so nice to finally meet you! Damen has managed to mention your name about a hundred times in the last half an hour.”

Damen flushes at that, suddenly busying himself with rearranging his textbooks.

Laurent smiles. He can feel the heat travel across his face. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

“I’m sorry for interrupting your study session.” Her voice is so sweet, Laurent thinks he could listen to her talk all day. “I was literally just walking past and saw Damen in here. I almost couldn’t believe it.” She turns to Damen and gives him in an assessing look. “It’s been what – six years?”

“Fuck off,” Damen says, with little heat. “I don’t want to be reminded of how old I am.”

Lykaios laughs at that. Her laugh is sweet too.

Laurent says, “You guys will probably see more of each other now. You’re in the same course, right?”

Lykaios beams. “Yep! Another weird coincidence.”

“Or fate,” Laurent points out.

Damen gives him a strange look. “Definitely just a coincidence.”

“Ah, who knows the mysterious ways of the universe,” says Lykaios. She gives Laurent a wink.

Laurent decides he likes her, despite the twisting in his gut.

It’s why he says: “Did you want to stay and study with us? We were also going to grab some dinner afterwards. You could join us for that too.”

Damen gives him another strange look; this one is brittle with disbelief.

Laurent ignores it. He keeps his eyes on Lykaios, who smiles at him.

“Thank you for the very kind offer, but I’ve already got plans tonight, I’m afraid.” She seems genuinely sorry, and it makes Laurent like her even more.

“Maybe next time,” Laurent says.

Damen frowns.

Lykaios doesn’t stay too long after that; she claims she needs to start getting ready for her night out. When she leaves, she kisses Damen’s cheek. Laurent bristles a little at that.

But his annoyance morphs into pleasantness when she hugs him goodbye – like Damen, she is very touchy, Laurent notices.

As soon as the door closes behind her, Damen kisses Laurent, hard and open mouthed. It’s a terrible kiss; Laurent isn’t expecting it, and he almost topples backwards with the force of it. Then he starts laughing, so Damen’s mouth mostly meets his teeth.

The second one is much, much better.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for the past ten minutes,” says Damen. “Next time, kissing first, and then we move on to having a conversation.”

“Shut up,” says Laurent. He pulls out his textbooks, trying not to laugh. After a few moments, he says, “She seems really nice. I can see why you liked her so much.”

He imagines Damen at eighteen, maybe a little naïve and cocky, completely enamoured by Lykaios’ sweetness.

Damen rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.” He squints at Laurent. “You’re not still hung up on that are you?” His mouth deepens into a smirk. He waggles his eyebrows. “Need me to prove my loyalty, baby?”

Laurent flushes. It’s not the first time Damen has used that endearment – he mostly says it in bed – but it still catches Laurent off guard every time.

His mouth is suddenly very dry. The only thing he can manage to say is: “Shut up.” And then he gets to work, smiling into his shoulder when Damen’s foot wraps around his underneath the table.

Lykaios’ Instagram is an explosion of colour: she likes wearing a lot of red and green and purple. Her entire profile is filled with her travels, charity work, her friends, and some shots of her eyelids coated in glitter. The more Laurent scrolls, the more careful he is not to like anything.

There are plenty of pictures of her from high school; Damen is in most of them, fresh faced and youthful. It’s strange to look at: nothing about Damen is boyish, but these pictures prove otherwise.

Laurent comes across a photo of Lykaios and Damen from six years ago. In it, Damen has his arm around her waist while Lykaios rests her head on his shoulder.

The caption is: hbd to this guy aka my soulmate #finally18

Soulmate, Laurent thinks. His mouth purses.

Damen’s comment is the first comment. It reads: love u ly!

Laurent puts his phone down.

His thoughts come too fast: he starts to think of all the ways Damen and Lykaios fit together, how connected they seemed even after so much time apart. He thinks of how nice they looked together.

Then, Laurent starts thinking of all the nice things Damen has done for him over the last few months. The duffel bag full of his favourite snacks comes to mind, as does the time Damen took him to a fancy restaurant when Laurent had averaged a high distinction last semester. Damen had even driven him almost forty minutes to the dentist once, even though he had an assessment due in the afternoon.

Damen is always doing nice things for him, and Laurent realises, guiltily, that he’s never quite returned the favour. His own gestures have often been small and unnoteworthy; they’ve never possessed the grandeur of Damen’s actions.

Laurent knows exactly how to change that.

Laurent isn’t the most forthcoming person. It takes him an embarrassingly long time to gather enough courage to message Lykaios on Instagram. But once he makes it past his awkward introduction – hey this is laurent in case you don’t remember me – to which Lykaios had responded ofc i do silly!, their conversations are light and easy.

The more Laurent talks to her over the week, the more he’s convinced of his plan. Lykaios is everything Damen needs and vice versa. It’s crazy how similar their personalities are: they’re both incredibly sweet, intelligent and interested in almost all the same things, from okton to hiking.

The next week, Laurent invites Lykaios to his and Damen’s weekly lunch outing.

Damen smiles when he sees him. He doesn’t lose the smile on his face when he sees Lykaios, but his eyes snap to Laurent’s in confusion.

“This is a nice surprise,” he says, although his tone is dry.

Laurent pretends not to notice it. Lykaios kisses Damen’s cheek in greeting and Laurent scratches at his chest as he sits down.

Damen leans over the table to kiss him, but Laurent quickly picks out the menu and starts to read it, even though he’s practically memorised it by now. He doesn’t want Damen to kiss him now – especially in front of Lykaios – and ruin his plan before it’s had the chance to even formulate.

When he puts the menu back, Damen is openly frowning.

It disappears as Lykaios begins talking. The transformation is amazing; Damen is instantly captivated by her. Laurent swallows. This is good, he reminds himself.

Laurent waits about ten minutes. He’s started to notice that even though Damen is laughing along to all of Lykaios’ jokes, he’s still shooting Laurent glances every few seconds.

The question on his face is clear: why is she here?

Laurent plays with his phone for a while. He tries to make it look like he’s texting something important; he keeps his brows furrowed in concentration.

Laurent isn’t the best actor, but even he’s proud of himself as he lets out a small gasp.

“What is it?” says Damen, instantly alert.

“Nothing,” Laurent waves him off. “It’s just that I completely forgot I had a study session right now.” He stands up, grabs his bag. “I should go.”

“Wait –” Damen’s face pinches. “You’re leaving?”

“I’m sorry, but this is really important.” Laurent turns to Lykaios and smiles. “You two stay and have fun.”

“But –”

“Bye!” Laurent says it too enthusiastically, cutting Damen off. He walks out of the brunch place with hurried steps. He turns back at the end of the gravel path just to check if –

His chest tightens with pleasure – yes, pleasure, although he’s not sure why it doesn’t feel like it – when he sees his absence has made little disturbance. Damen and Lykaios are laughing together, mouths open in delight.

Over the next few days, Laurent organises more and more outings with Damen and Lykaios. Damen never seems to stop looking confused whenever Laurent invites Lykaios, but he also seems happy to see her, so Laurent counts it as a win. During each outing, Laurent manages to come up with a different excuse each time as to why he needed to leave early. Damen always looks disappointed. Laurent is weak for it; he can’t count how many times that look has almost made him stay, but he doesn’t, because it would be detrimental to his plan.

Laurent makes sure to text Damen whether or not he enjoyed his time with Lykaios. Damen’s responses are pretty much the same every time: Yes, but it would’ve been better if you were there too.

It frustrates Laurent. Damen isn’t supposed to still be thinking of him while he’s hanging out with his potential soulmate.

Lykaios is the first to grow suspicious. She confronts him at the next outing. They’re in an idyllic little bar in the city, with a cosy atmosphere. It’s a perfect date venue.

Damen heads to the bathroom, and Laurent stands up, ready to leave, when Lykaios stops him with a hand on his arm.

“Laurent,” she says. “Is there a reason you keep depriving us of your company?”

Laurent manages a sheepish smile. He wonders if he should say anything at all. Then, he decides he should: he feels like Lykaios would appreciate his directive.

Laurent plays with the little sugar packets on the table. “I’ve been trying to get you and Damen to spend more time together. Alone,” he adds, when he sees her confusion.

“Why?”

“Well…” Laurent hesitates; he’s just now beginning to realise how awkward this is. “I think you two would be good together…romantically.”

Lykaios raises her eyebrows.

Laurent continues, fingers still fidgeting. “It’s just…Damen mentioned how much you two liked each other a few years ago. And I think Damen still regards you very highly. Plus, you two are so alike – I just think it makes sense.”

Lykaios’ eyebrows don’t lower, but she casts a backward glance towards where Damen has disappeared to.

“I can’t say I haven’t thought about Damen and I…” she begins, and Laurent’s gut twists with…relief? Yes, he’s sure it’s relief. It’s a good – great – thing that Lykaios is interested in Damen. “But I thought –” Lykaios pauses for a few seconds. “I mean, I was under the impression that you and Damen were together.”

Laurent laughs, and then he realises she’s being serious. “You – no. We’re not. We’re friends.” Friends who spent a lot of time sleeping together, sure, but Laurent doesn’t think mentioning that now will do him any favours.

Lykaios’ face instantly changes. Her smile takes up her entire face; it’s stunning. She’s stunning.

Laurent shifts in his seat. He clears his throat. “So – you…you want to date him?”

She flushes, and it only makes her look more beautiful. “Like I said…I’ve definitely thought about it.”

“Oh – good. That’s awesome. Damen will be so happy.” He stands up. “So, I’ll leave you two alone?”

Lykaios nods. “Thank you, Laurent.”

“Don’t mention it.”

He turns around to leave. Everything in his body is screaming not to.

He keeps reminding himself that he’s doing something nice for Damen: that Damen will appreciate the fact that Laurent set him up with someone like Lykaios, a brilliant woman he has a past with. His mouth is dry, and Laurent’s palms are suddenly sweaty. Briefly, he wonders if this is always what happens when people do nice things for another. If it is…he might have to limit his niceness.

Laurent doesn’t mean to start ignoring Damen’s calls or texts. It just happens. He isn’t in the mood to listen to Damen go on about Lykaios; Laurent already knows she’s amazing.

He’s also confident that they’re dating now – or at least getting there. Lykaios posted a lot of snaps from the last night Laurent left them alone, and all of them had been of Damen smiling, drinking, smirking at the camera. They’d been there until three in the morning; Laurent knows because he’d stayed up until then, refreshing his Instagram feed to see any updates on Lykaios’ story.

What had they even been doing for so long anyway? Damen had called him until eleven, before he presumably gave up. Had Lykaios pulled a move on him? Had they gone back to Damen’s room, fucked on his bed? Had Damen thought of how he’d fucked Laurent on that same bed just last week? Or had he been so consumed by Lykaios and her pleasantness that Damen hadn’t even thought of Laurent?

Laurent had had the worst night of sleep.

And then a few nights ago, Nikandros had posted an image of the football team hanging around at his dorm room. (Laurent vaguely remembers being invited to that). In the photo, Laurent’s eyes had immediately been drawn to Damen in the corner, his head bent down as he said something to Lykaios, who had been smiling widely. It had looked very intimate. Laurent had turned his phone off when he saw it.

Alone in his room, Laurent lies on his bed, heart constricting. He should be happy for Damen. It’s frustrating him that he isn’t. And worst of all, he doesn’t know why.

He thinks it might be because he’s gotten so used to having Damen around all the time. If Damen starts seeing someone, then he’d obviously start spending less time with Laurent.

Laurent doesn’t want Damen to spend less time with him. If anything, they should be spending more time together. He only sees Damen about four times a week! That’s too little. Laurent should talk to Damen about that. He should tell him, Damen, even though you have a girlfriend now, I still want you to spend all your time with me, and I still want you to take me to fancy restaurants and then fuck me hard when we get home.

Horrified, Laurent rolls over and screams into his pillow.

A few hours later, while Laurent is trying to clean out his desk drawers, there’s a knock on the door. It’s a rapid set of knocks, loud and urgent.

Laurent frowns. He opens the door and his heart jumps when he sees Damen there, wearing a shirt Laurent had gifted him in the summer. Damen’s face is annoyed; it’s not an expression Laurent has seen often on Damen - and even rarely directed towards him.

Damen pushes past Laurent into the room. He takes up most of the space in it. Laurent’s heart still hasn’t calmed down.

“Tell me,” says Damen.

“What?”

“Tell me what I did wrong. I don’t like this passive aggressive bullshit.”

“What?” Laurent says again.

Damen crosses his arms in front of his chest. “You haven’t returned a single one of my calls or texts. You don’t want to hang out with me anymore. And I waited all night for you to show up to Nikandros’ and you didn’t.” When Laurent doesn’t say anything, he presses on. “Well? What did I do to piss you off?”

“I – nothing,” Laurent shakes his head, shocked. “I’m not mad at you.“

"Please,” Damen scoffs. “You -”

"I’m not,“ Laurent says. “I was just giving you some space.”

”Space. Why?“

"Well…” Laurent finds himself hesitating. “So you and Lykaios can spend more time together.”

“Why the fuck would I want to do that?”

“Um. She didn’t tell you?”

Damen’s eyes harden. His mouth presses into a tight line. “Can you please just give me a straight answer?”

“I’m – I’ve been trying to set you and Lykaios up.” Damen’s mouth drops open. Laurent quickly adds, “I talked to her about it and she said she’s been thinking of dating you too! So you know…” He trails off weakly.

There’s a sudden, pressing silence. It engulfs the small space of Laurent’s room.

In a very quiet, measured voice, Damen says, “What makes you think I would want to date Lykaios?”

“She really likes you Damen. And I think you two would be a good match. I mean – you’re so compatible.”

“No.” Damen’s voice is hard. “I meant: why the fuck do you think I would want to date Lykaios when I’m already dating you?”

Laurent’s eyes widen. His breath stutters in his chest. There’s a strange ringing in his ears. “We’re not dating.” His voice is too quiet; he can’t bring himself to repeat himself any louder.

Damen’s eyes bulge. It would be a comical expression if the atmosphere in the room wasn’t so deadly.

“Not. Dating.” Damen repeats between his teeth. “You – You really believe that?”

Damen’s mouth loosens around the edges. He looks like he’s received the worst news of his life.

“I –” Laurent fumbles with his words. The back of his neck prickles with discomfort. “We’re friends.”

“Is that what we are?” Damen scoffs. “My mistake, then.”

Laurent still feels wrongfooted. It’s almost like he’s not even experiencing this conversation, just watching himself have it.

“I don’t understand,” says Laurent. “I was just trying to do something nice for you. I thought it’d be good for you if you had a girlfriend like Lykaios.”

“For fuck’s sake, Laurent.” All of Damen’s anger melts away. His tone now is sullen. “I’ve literally been obsessed with you for the last six months – are you seriously just realising this now?”

“I’m –” Laurent swallows. “But you’ve never asked me out or called me your…boyfriend.” His tongue dries up around the world.

“I asked you out to Route all those months ago!” Damen says.

“No. You said: ‘do you want to go out with me to –’” Laurent cuts himself off. Now that he thinks about it, he’s sure that Damen did ask him out on a date. He’d also said, I don’t usually do this on a first date while they’d been in bed together, hadn’t he?

The realisation stumps Laurent.

“Oh,” he says.

Damen sits down on the edge of the bed, groaning. He buries his head in his hands. “Oh my god, Laurent. How can someone so smart be so stupid?”

Laurent supposes he should feel offended by that. He isn’t, though, because he genuinely feels stupid.

“You still didn’t make anything official.” Laurent says after a while.

Damen looks up. “Fuck you.” His eyebrows furrow. “What was stopping you from asking me?”

“Why would I say anything?! I thought you were only interested in fucking me!”

Damen groans again. He sounds like he’s dying. “If that were true, then why would I –” He gestures around the room. Laurent knows what he means. He thinks of all the…dates Damen has taken him on, all the gifts he’s been given, the fact that Damen doesn’t leave his side when they go to parties together.

Laurent closes his eyes. This is too much. He’s shocked by the anger that overtakes him – anger at himself.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been.”

Damen looks at him steadily. He gathers his thoughts. “Do you still think I should date Lykaios? Because you seem pretty invested in the idea and I –” Damen sighs. “I don’t want to – I don’t think I can be with you if you don’t feel the same as I do.”

“How do you feel about me?” Laurent asks softly.

Damen’s gaze is burning. Laurent is pinned beneath it. “Laurent, I love you.”

Laurent gasps. It’s a soft sound, but in the stillness of the room it rattles against the walls. His throat closes.

When a few silent moments pass, Damen sighs. He stands up, mouth drooping and fingers tense by his thighs. “Alright…That’s.” He stops. He gives Laurent a small nod. “I’ll just go then.”

Laurent blocks his path with a shrill, “Wait!”

Damen stops.

Laurent’s fingers twitch. He wants to touch Damen. But he knows he should – “I don’t want you to date Lykaios. I don’t even know what the fuck I was thinking, alright? You just – you seemed so into her Damen, and I thought it would be nice if I did you a favour and set you up with her because you’re always doing nice things for me but then I got so sad and angry and confused every time you were together and then I felt guilty for feeling those things and I just –”

“Okay, slow down,” Damen’s hands grip his shoulders.

Laurent shakes his head. His chest is bubbling with all these emotions he’s refused to acknowledge. “I don’t want you to date Lykaios,” he repeats. “I want you to date me.” He pauses. “Only me.”

Damen snorts. “Easy. I’ve already been doing that.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t know,” Laurent says. His throat is still tight with emotion.

“We’ll work on communicating better,” Damen says. He peers down at Laurent until their eyes meet. “I only want you, Laurent.”

Laurent collapses into Damen. He buries his head against Damen’s chest, weak in his relief. He even sniffles a little, something Damen thankfully ignores. “I only want you, too.”

Damen’s body loosens; he exhales and squeezes Laurent in his embrace. He kisses Laurent’s temple. “That makes me so happy.”

“Me too,” Laurent says.

Guiltily, he thinks of Lykaios. He remembers her excitement at the thought of being with Damen. Laurent needs to make it up to her, somehow, if she’ll let him. Maybe he could buy her flowers? Laurent has never bought flowers for anyone in his life, but he thinks Lykaios might like roses – unless that’s too romantic? Or maybe he could –

“Hey,” Damen says, interrupting his thought process.

Laurent looks up at him. Damen’s smile is radiant; it’s all white teeth and creased eyes. “Yeah?”

“Do me a favour.”

“Anything.”

Damen kisses him. Laurent smiles into it as his entire body fills with an unparalleled warmth. He’s not sure if he loves Damen back…but he’s confident he’s getting there.

Damen pulls back. He assesses Laurent with a stern frown. “Don’t ever do anything nice for me.”

Laurent huffs. He hides his face in Damen’s chest again. “Shut up.”

#captive prince #this is 7.5k lol i dont understand the concept of a drabble clearly #please lmk if read more doesnt work i dont want ppl to scroll through such a long post #@marrieddorks im very sorry for this lol #my fic #my writing

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harrypupperandhisownerdraco · 5 years ago

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💧∗ˈ‧₊°∗ˈ‧₊°∗ˈ‧₊°∗ˈ‧₊°basically i just had a shitty christmas and after that just started screaming n fighting w my mom and i just want to cry so much, this life is shit i just want sum comforting otp, tag urself im draco

(also this is a muggle!au)

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Silver, blue, on then off… The hanging lights were flickering all over, illuminating the dirty streets with artificial illumination, blinding the moonlight and hibernal constellations. It wasn't snowing anymore, and all of its reminiscent beauty washed away with dirt and stomped away by happy bystander. The air could have been colder, but what made Draco shiver was the contrast between the eerie feeling lingering in the street and the stinging feeling over his cheek. Twisting butterbeer candy in his mouth, its sweet aroma melted along with the bitter taste of blood. It stung a little, but the endearing feeling of alcohol started to take over. Wandering aimlessly, he was focusing his thoughts hard on the christmas song's lyrics resonating all over the town. Otherwise, the dark thoughts he was trying to shut in would start to yell again.

He inhaled -breath shaky- once again, trying to regain consciousness of his surrounding. He couldn't just cry in the street like that, he was pathetic yes but ain't nobody gonna see it. He sighed as a sad grin slightly made its way on his face, finding a place to cry safely was a middle school thing to do but here he was at 20. He let his gaze wander on all the dolled up shop front, displaying all kinds of present ideas. He hadn't even had time to open half of his presents before running away. They might all have been shitty anyway. Except his mother's… Not to be cheesy, but she was the one who really knew him in that big house, no matter how many people inhabited it.

Since when the family house became so full yet so cold and empty ? Maybe at the blurred line where childhood disappeared …

Draco rubbed his humid noise, he was definitely not going to cry in public, for god sake. Leaving the nice display for romantic couples, he walked off. There was only one place where a forsaken college kid could cry his pitiful life and that was college itself. And if luck was on his side, he had the shittiest family life and everybody else went back home.

Luck showed to not be on his side, Draco discovered with bitter annoyance as he was trying to sneak some snacks from the cafeteria. And it seemed Potter (the worst one Draco could fall into) had the same thoughts. His nemesis since middle school, the one person he personally made sure to say « happy christmas loser» before leaving because he knew christmas was Potter’s least favorite holiday.

Homeboy must have had the whole day to make a sweet stock but no, midnight snacking was better, of course. How original Potter.

"Come on Potter, don’t tell me you don’t hide food in that mess of a room you have", Draco put his arms around the amount of baked good and drinks he had stocked. " 'Cause I wont let you have any of these, you had the whole day, too bad."

"What are you doing here ? I thought you went back." Potter raised an eyebrow.

"Well you know, ehe, maybe I'm Santa and haven't given you your gift yet ?", he gave him droopy smile, trying to suppress wiggles alcohol induced. "Maybe, you’re Santa.

"A- Are you drunk ?"

"That would be insulting my alcohol tolerance considering I only had candy, but I guess a man can get drunk over his spleen. Oh, and like, a few bottle, aha.."

"You're definitely drunk.", Potter sighed. "Get some water and go to sleep Malfoy."

"But I'm hungryy."

"You're only going to regret it afterwards, now come on, give it-" Potter got awfully closer, and Draco felt an itching feeling under his skin.

"Let a man drink and get shitfaced Potter, jeez, I don't remember stopping you having fun at your last scoot boys party." Draco groaned.

"You're not having fun, " Potter sighed and he came so close Draco could feel his breath over.

"Why you caring about that." Draco tried to defy Potter's deep glare, but booze only confused him into the lulling gaze of green eyes.

As Potter groaned for answer, he grabbed his plate. Draco didn't put up any resistance as he didn't trust his body so close to Potter's. He might accidentally hit his face, and he didn't feel confident over a 1v1 against Potter right now.

"You don't smell like alcohol, you smell… good.", Draco muttered, as his eyes were half shutting over Potter’s collarbones. "What have you been up to Potty, you really don't know how to party, you only grunt and sigh."

Draco didn't know whether it was willingly or without realizing, but he leaned against Potter's strong frame more than necessary. The sweet feeling of being supported, not having to fight… If only Potter could close his arms around him.

"Malfoy I swear you should go now.", Potter's arms tried to shift him, but Draco felt his own arms envelope Potter's nice smelling neck on their own accord.

"Oh come on, I had a shitty christmas and a shitty evening, let me have that.", he whined slightly, tugging closer.

He could feel Potter’s breath stopped for an instant, and Draco didn’t know what to make of it. Maybe Potter would kick him for good now, pathetic or no they never indulged in anything soft or warm ; they challenged each other and threw word with deep rooted meaning, but never anything so clear and explicit.

But when Draco went to unlace himself from this awkward situation, he felt Potter’s strong arms not letting him.

"I don’t even know why i’m doing this, you’re heavy. " Potter complained as he was carrying Draco on his back.

"I’m not, not with those fit arms of yours ", Draco rumbled against Potter’s nice smelling jumper.

"... I should record you," Harry muttered, the back of his neck feeling hotter.

" I’d deny everything, the things you can do with technology these day.."

Draco could feel Potter’s muscles moving slightly over a soft chuckle. He pushed his face further into the nice perfume.

"... Hey take me to your room."

"W-what ?!", they nearly fell as Potter lost his balance.

"Calm your tits Potter, jee-"

"Why’d you want to go into my room anyway ??"

Because it might smell as nice as you..., Because it’s your room..., Because, there, it’d just be full of you and nothing would remind me of anything at home..., Because I don’t want to think about home right now...

"Because I know you have a hidden stack of snacks in there..."

"Malfoy."

Draco couldn’t feel Potter’s gaze on him but his tone conveyed enough to make Draco’s throat clench.

"I won’t steal anything, it’s just... there’s nothing that’ll remind me of home there... Just... I... "

Draco never finished his phrase and soft silence fell upon them for the rest of the way. He tried to no think too deep about tonight’s evolution, but even cloudy thoughts weren’t enough.

"We’re here", and as soon as he opened the door, Potter let Draco fall hardly on the floor. Not bothering to listen to his insulting fuss, he went to throw a cushion his way. "There’s a futon over there, the floor is yours."

"You’re the worst host ever, even dogs are treated better." Draco pouted.

"And you’re a handful guest and drunk", Potter said as he let a blanket fall over Draco’s head.

The ground was cold, he could feel it over the futon and the fall had made his heart sad. Draco remembered the comfy over-stuffed bed he left at home and how he should’ve been sleeping there comfily instead of making a fool of himself in front of the only boy that mattered.

"Well if I could have avoided drinking to drown my sorrow trust me i would.", he sniffed, already sobering up. "I’m so going to throw up all over your carpet."

All sound of moving and shifting stopped for a while. Then Potter peeked his face under the blanket, facing Draco’s.

"... Are you crying ?"

"... Next I’m gonna pee and then you’ll have all my body fluids over your carpet." Draco said with a small voice and he wanted to punch himself. Embarrassed him really had the worst retorts.

"You’re disgusting." Potter said, but he brought his nice smelling sleeve over Draco’s nose and whipped the dampness. Draco sniffed again.

"I’m not crying."

"You’ll deny it for the record I know."

For some reason, Potter lingered his touch over Draco’s face, wandering his hands over his cheeks, lightly wiping tears traces. Draco couldn’t see Potter’s face clearly due to the lack of lamps turned on. The room only escaping darkness for dim moonlight and Draco hoped Potter couldn’t see his face clearly either.

"Why did you come back ?"

"Because I’m the family disappointment and I have no weird cousin to dim that off."

Trying to use depreciative humor didn’t seem to get to Potter, maybe because he couldn’t see Draco’s face laughing it off. He had gotten quite good over the years.

"How could you be the family disappointment. You got the best grade and remarks, you’re basically every rich parents dream kid."

"Yeah that’s what I thought too, right ?... I thought that I would go back home and be congratulated or something, I mean I did get some of the best rank right ? But what are best rank when your friends are not ‘good company’ huh ? And when your clothes doesn’t reflect your seriousness enough, I mean who would hire me in these right ? Not like I came home to have dinner not an interview. Oh and sit straight will you, I taught you better, don’t embarrass me. We have guests Draco, is that really how you want to represent the Malfoy name ? And-"

"Breath a bit."

Potter’s voice was calm and strangely soothing. Draco hadn’t felt his blood pumping so hard until Potter made his heart stretch.

"The thing is... I do everything right but it’s never right enough. My father keeps talking about me like I’m just a display for the family name. I cant even think of doing other things that my whole life is already being pushed down my throat ! I don’t even know if I really want to do what I do ? Maybe I just convinced myself that’s what I want to do ? What if I understand I’m ruining my life when they’re already old and senile and I can’t make them pay for it huh ? Is it my fault they only fucked once and now they only have one shot for their brand of whatever ? Is it so hard to let me live as just ... someone ? Am I not enough just being my own ? "

Potter´s hand was still on his cheek and as everything fell into silence again, Draco felt overly conscious of their proximity. Heart clenching, he tried to not dwell on the words he just said, looking for some other depreciative humor ; he hadn’t plan to open to Potter. They never did this.

"Did you tell them that ?"

"I-", Draco let his lips hang open, slightly taken aback by Potter’s empathy and what felt like concern in his tone. "I did but... I feel like they never listen to what I say, I’ve been saying the same things for years. They say they’re scared for my future and just wants what’s best, but the truth is that they just don’t trust me and now I don’t trust myself either when I shouldn’t. " he bit his mouth over the bitter feeling.

"... I think you’re doing good."

"What do you know..." Draco sniffed, he could feel uneasiness coming from Potter and honestly he felt already bad enough from spilling his gut here he didn’t want some colored sappy moral or whatever. "If you’re going to tell me some sappy shit-"

"No I mean," Potter put his hands over Draco’s wrist so that he wouldn’t go away. And even in the darkness, Draco could feel his gaze’s intensity on him. "You look like, you’re... you just seem like you’ve got everything figured it out, like everything’s gonna work out for you in the end and... even if you feel like you want to change when you’re old, you’re the kind of person that’ll find something else and be great at it."

Draco could feel Potter’s pulse stirring over his touch and he didn’t know what to make of it.

"...You suck at sappy-inspirational speech, let me tell you."

"I mean... fuck if your parent don’t see it, you’re always doing your best and trying hard and giving it your all and... Whatever you decide to do with it you’re gonna be great at it... Even if you don’t really know what you want to do now, it’s ok, I mean... nobody does... know what they’re doing really. You don’t really need to know right away, you can... just keep doing for now until you know better..."

Although Potter seemed very thoughtful about what he said, Draco couldn’t help the awkward chuckle that escaped his lips.

"Hey, I’m serious you know !", even over his voice, Draco could hear Potter blush over embarrassment.

"I know this is why it’s weird !" Draco tried to untie his wrist from Potter’s grasp.

"Would you have wanted me to mock you or something !"

"N-no but now I’m confused ! If you’d mocked me I would have punched you and it would have been fine but now I don’t know what to do !"

"Then don’t reject me for once !"

Over their bickering, the blanket felt from over them but Potter didn’t let go of Draco’s wrist.

"You think I’m great ?"

"I’ll deny it for the record." he muttered and Draco could see him averting his beautiful eyes.

"Say it again."

When Potter’s eyes moved on Draco’s again, they held a burning purpose, and he couldn’t avoid his gaze if he wanted to. Potter’s beautiful eyes had him holding his breath but not wavering, even when he felt Potter’s breath over his lips.

He didn’t wonder who got over the last cm as their lips touched each other very softly, barely even, feeling unreal.

"Can I ?" Potter’s murmur ghosted over Draco’s lips.

On impulse, Draco wrapped his arms over Potter and squeezed very tightly. He had been so close all evening and all his life, and he couldn’t contain his feelings any more second. All the places in contact with Potter felt like they were burning the sensation into his skin, so that he would never forget what he’d been longing for so long. And as the kiss deepened, hands caressing softly through hair and clothes, Draco finally finally felt belonging.

As a ray of pale sun made its way on his face, Draco awoke feeling bundled in an infinite source of warmth and safety. He could barely move but he didn’t want to. Ever.

He might have fallen asleep again a few times before he felt some shifting around him.

The moment he turned around, he came nose bopping with Potter’s ; who opened beautiful green eyes and gave soft and embarrassed smile that Draco returned. He felt on cloud nine and the soft embrace he was in, not disappearing as they woke up, was the best part.

"Happy Christmas," Potter whispers against his lips.

“It’s happy now...”, Draco kisses him softly and they might just spend the rest of the day that way.

#the ending sucks i kno #i was dead sleepy lol #yes draco calls harry ‘potter’ the whole fic it bugs me too lol #this was barely a comfort fic also #i dont know what i did with that fic #i dont hate it tho #drarry #drarry fanfic #draco malfoy #harry potter #christmas fic #peep that ‘into the spiderverse line’ in harry’s comfort speech lol #update : I changed the ending lol #forgot it was a christmas fic for a minute oupsi

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taehyungsgrowl · 5 years ago

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Okay-so here’s some more sugar baby content because I LIVE for that shit. So Duncan comes home late to see Jim and the reader cuddling together in bed (both asleep) and he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever and gets turned on. So he tries to be as quiet as possible when he jerks off but he ends up waking Jim and he wakes up (Y/N) to help out Duncan.

hi! i missed them quite a bit! I hope you enjoy this! I had a lot of fun writing it.

i was hoping to have out my shy!hawthorne!michael out before this, but i was in the mood to write about duncan x sugar babies so here we are.

(also i based my tags off the earlier post and so if you liked it i’m tagging u bc i’m assuming thats what u meant and if not im sorry im just a dumb baby ok)

Duncan finally felt like he could breathe when he stepped into the corridors of his home. Too many long nights were spent away at the office when he could have been with his Jim and Y/N.

He quietly called out their name as he dropped his keys on the table. He soon realized they must have fallen asleep without him. He sighed a heavy sigh, wishing he had gotten to see more of them. He promised himself to take them out to the beach house again soon. Jim and Y/N always seemed their happiest when they were there. It was their little slice of heaven; for all three of them really.

Undoing the buttons of his crisp oxford blue shirt, he walked into his room to find them both fast asleep. Before he even entered the room, he could hear the melody of their soft snoring and breathing.

Jim was stripped to his heather grey boxer briefs that clung to his bottom, making it appear nice and firm. If there was one part of Jim’s body that drove Duncan mad - it was his thighs. Jim’s fleshy thighs were carelessly draped over Y/N’s. Both of their legs tangled with each other in the center of their California king sized bed.

Jim had one arm securely around their princess - tightly circling her bare torso. The only thing (besides Jim’s bicep) covering her were the poor excuse for panties she wore to bed. He knew one harsh tug and those panties could come apart. Flimsy, sheer lace adorned her - and if that weren’t enough to make Duncan’s blood rush to his cock, he noticed the way Jim’s hand was placed on her lower stomach, his fingers resting on the waistband of her panties. So close to slipping in.

A fleeting thought in Duncan’s mind is they did this on purpose. He feels himself straining in his pants; he finished unbuttoning his shirt, but left it hanging open on his shoulders. He was towering over them at the foot of the bed, careful not to make a sound - when Y/N let out the softest moan he’d ever heard, accompanied by a stretch and wiggle of her ass into Jim’s crotch. Even in his sleep, Jim instinctively pulled her closer.

“Fuck,” Duncan sighed. The dim lighting from the nightstand lamp made both of their skins achieve a soft glow and Duncan just wanted to reach out and touch them. Feel them. Kiss them.

His hands fumbled with his designer belt, struggling to pull it apart quickly in the heat of the moment. Shifting uncomfortably until finally he felt his pants pool around his ankle. What had come over him, he wasn’t sure. Perhaps it was the pent up tension at work or being away from them so so long that had Duncan leaking and desperate for them.

But seeing their calm, restful faces, sleeping peacefully, he didn’t have the heart to wake them. So he had to make do on his own. Duncan knew how to use his hands, not only on others, but on himself. He palmed at his underwear, allowing the tips of his fingers to trace the outline of his cock. Even though the cotton material, he could make out the veins on his length.

Duncan’s left hand ran down his chest as his slipped inside his waistband with his right hand. He gently pinched at his nipple before trailing down and pulling his underwear off. Once he was free he mimicked the way he would be touching Jim on his own cock. Letting his eyes flutter shut, he thumbed over the smooth head, spreading the precum down his shaft. Behind closed eyes he imagined how Jim would shudder with a touch like that.

“Mhmm,” the sound he made was primal and came from deep within his throat. He flicked his wrist upward, jerking his shaft. He senses were on fire; the AC kicked off in the room and made his already erect nipples pebble up. Beginning to pull and tug on his cock with gaining speed, his breathing quickened.

Thoughts of not waking them up, slowly leaving his conscious mind as he came increasingly louder. Labored breathing and throaty groans soon filled the room. He spit into his left hand to cover his cock in his hot saliva to twist and wrench himself util he was bucking his hips into his tight fist. “Baby,” he groaned aloud as he squeezed himself imagining it was Y/N’s tight little pussy clenching around him.

So lost in his arousal he missed Jim stirring awake. Jim had to blink a few times to ensure he wasn’t just having a wet dream. He slowly sat up, seeing Duncan’s shirt cling to his chest as it rose and fell quickly. His eyes wandered down to Duncan’s hand, tightly wrapped around his thick, lengthy cock.

“Argh,” Duncan continued with his eyes closed, unaware of the little audience he now had. There was nothing hotter than the sounds Duncan made - he never shied away from being a vocal man. His deep rasp resonated through his moans.

Jim gently shook Y/N awake. “Looks like daddy needs some help, princess..” he mumbled in her ear.

“Mmm?” she moaned out a sleepy question, slowly opening her eyes. Duncan must have thought the quiet sound he heard was all in his head as he responded to it, “That’s right, princess..”

Her mouth shaped into an “O” as her pout hung open, seeing the sheer pleasure their daddy was in. Exchanging an ever knowing glance at Jim, they both positioned themselves on their knees at the foot of the bed - a few mere inches away from the action.

“Do you need some help, daddy?” Jim’s giggle startled the older man. His eyes shot open. He didn’t know his cock could ache this much, but with both his babies barely dressed and on their knees for him - how could it not?

He let himself go, making his cock bounce freely. “Baby, please,” he reached for Jim’s head pulling him in closer, “I want you both,” his fingers tangled into Y/N’s hair.

Y/N scooted closer, placing a wet, sloppy kiss on his hip bone, “All you had to do was ask, daddy. It’s what we’re here for,” she winked up at him. Even with a sleepy smile, she managed to tease him.

As if on cue, both Jim and her kissed the sides of his shaft, their lips brushing past each other as they devoured Duncan in attention.

The way in which they synced with one another to please Duncan was other worldly. There was no fighting for attention because it was all for Duncan. Both Jim and Y/N thrived off making Duncan feel good.

They took turns with his cock in their mouths, edging him closer to his release. Where Y/N was slow, steady, and detail oriented; like gliding her tongue over each and every curve or swirling it around his head -- Jim was the opposite. It was complimentary, really. He was fast, wet, and sloppy. Drool dripped down his chin as Duncan hit the back of his throat. Ever the so helpful Y/N, licked it clean before kissing the base of Duncan’s cock.

With the duality of both sensations alternating, Duncan knew he would be cumming soon. He felt his strong thighs tense and his cock twitch. “Fuck, oh my god,” he gripped the hair of both of them tightly in two fists as he let his orgasm rip through him. He felt every nerve ending on his body become electric as he shot his load over both of them.

The mess he made was made even more erotic as Jim and Y/N cleaned each other off. Greedy mouths chased after his seed on each others skin. Y/N turned her attention back to Duncan and began kissing up his body. Jim loved seeing her all but crawl but Duncan. Her ass was in the air facing him and he couldn’t help but just grasp it his hands.

He gave her ass a firm smack, gaining an approving smirk from Duncan.

“Good to have you home, daddy,” she kissed his jaw and pulled him down on the bed with her.

With each sweet baby on either side of him, Duncan wrapped his arms around them both, letting them (and himself) rest for a moment. He kissed the top of Jim’s head, followed by Y/N’s head, “Glad to be home..” he sighed.

tagging these babies: @divinelangdon @desertsunflower00 @1-800-bitchcraft @langdonsinferno @peachesandfern @brieababy @lathraios @ladyren33 @miss-diamonds @nickisgirl @daadddysprincesss @duncan-sojourn @littlehouseofleaves @langdonswhoreprobably @lovelylangdonx @suspiciousamountofghosts

#me writing something w/o making it fluffy? idk her #duncan x sugar babies #jim mason #duncan shepherd #duncan x jim x y/n #duncan shepherd smut #jim mason smut #hoc #house of card #TTOPV #the tribes of palos verdes #cody fern #ahs #american horror story #duncan shepherd x reader #jim mason x reader

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horansqueen · 5 years ago

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AM Conversations : chapter 10

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.1k. -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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Chapter 10 : His chapter

NIALL

I stopped the conversation I was having as soon as Liv entered the room. She tried to avoid my gaze, I knew it, and I also knew how she felt for living it too. To be honest, though, I thought it was less embarrassing that it happened as adults than as kids, perhaps because we knew each other well and also because we were both aware that masturbation was a very normal thing to do. I didn't know how she felt exactly though so when she took a seat between Harry and I, I was wondering who she actually wanted to be close to.

"Hey, Niall, are you listening?"

I blinked a few times and tried to put my attention back on the girl on the other side of me. Fuck, she was gorgeous. I had seen pretty girls in my life but she was just on a special category. I know everyone thinks that I had sex with Maya but the truth was, I didn't. They always assumed I did and I never corrected them but we actually never went really far. The reason why was stupid and I hated to remember it because no one in their right mind would choose anything over spending the night with this girl. No one. Well, except me, that one time.

"Yea, sorry, I'm a bit tired."

I glanced at Liv before looking back at Maya, resulting in her looking at my best friend too. I sent her a small smile and she did the same, pushing food in her plate with her fork. I had noticed she barely ate anything and it made me wonder why.

"Liv uh?"

I nodded slowly, pressing my lips together.

"Yep, that's her."

I was hoping Olivia wouldn't know we were talking about her but I had the feeling that even if she heard, she wouldn't say anything. Facing me after I caught her masturbating was something she was not ready to do yet.

I held my breath at that thought again and swallowed hard. I had barely seen anything. In fact, just her hand in her panties, but the thought in itself was insanely hot. I had never caught anyone else before and even if it was sort of embarrassing, it was also extremely exciting. The way she had moaned was arousing and I couldn't forget how good it sounded. Perhaps I just needed some and it was getting urgent but It reminded me of my dream again. The whole thing became suddenly even hotter.

"Right?"

I quickly got out of my thoughts and came back to reality. My eyes focused on Maya again and I cleared my throat.

"Wait, what?"

"She's the one you told me about?" she repeated, her eyebrows raised as I nodded casually.

"Yea, she's my best friend." I flatly pointed out, taking a sip of my beer, trying to ease my nerves.

"She seems very nice." Maya pointed, sending me an other smile. "Shy a bit, maybe? But I think it's just the effect Harry has on her."

Olivia was anything but shy when you really knew her but I was aware she didn't know everyone here and there were many of us. I was about to explain to Maya when she mentioned Harry and I suddenly didn't feel like saying anything else.

"You should have seen them in the car." Maya continued, placing a lock of her short blonde hair behind her ear. "Gemma and I left them alone but I don't think anything happened yet. The way he looks at her..."

I closed my eyes as Maya sighed exaggeratedly. This conversation was bothering me but I tried to calm the beatings of my heart as I gripped my beer harder. I wanted to change the subject but It felt like I couldn't move anymore.

"I mean, I want someone to look at me like that."

I breathed in and opened my eyes after a while, turning her way. She was staring at me and I frowned slightly before glancing at her plate.

"You're not hungry?" I asked, wanting to talk about anything but the potential relationship between my bandmate and my best friend.

I could swear I saw her blush slightly, looking away and putting her fork down on the table. I didn't want to make her feel bad but at the same time, I was glad we were talking about something else. The fact that everyone could see how Harry felt for Liv bothered me. it seemed like I was wrong about him and maybe, just maybe, he really wanted something serious with her. I was still skeptical, though, if only for the fact that Harry doesn't do serious relationships. I groaned at my own thought and tried to push it out of my mind.

"I have a photoshoot in a few days." she admitted, avoiding my eyes. "And you know... pastas..."

I suddenly felt extremely bad for even asking and I sent her a small but sincere smile.

"I understand." I let out even if I wasn't sure it was true. "You should eat something though. I'm sure you can find something in the kitchen, Harry brought a lot of healthy food, trust me, I know. Just go grab something."

Her eyes softened and her lips curled and if I wanted to be honest, I didn't know what I did to deserve it, but she bent closer and kissed me gently, her lips barely touching mine.

"Thanks, Niall." she whispered before getting up and leaving the room.

I remained motionless for a few seconds and finally cleared my throat, turning back to my plate. I noticed Liv looking at me from the corner of my eyes but when I looked at her, she looked away and it made me sigh. We really needed to talk as soon as possible. I had decided to join her this weekend to mend things with her and make sure our friendship would survive but it seemed like the opposite was happening.

Half an hour later, everyone was done eating. A few people were washing the dishes and I decided to go back to my room to grab a sweater. I knew the night was a bit cold here but I tied it around my waist and unpacked a few things from my bags. I glanced a few times at the bed and couldn't help the small smile spreading on my lips every single time. The sheets were still a mess but the whole scene was still a bit funny to me. I tried to forget that it also turned me on slightly and finally left the room, closing the door behind me.

The rest of the house was quiet and finally found everyone in the backyard, sitting around a fire that Louis had just started. I noticed him walk back to his girlfriend and sit next to her. Immediately, Eleanor cuddled his side and leaned her head on his shoulder. Now that my eyes were roaming on everyone, I realized there was only two official couples and it made me feel better. Julie and Liam were cuddling too but she was sitting between his legs and he had his arms wrapped around her while he whispered something in her ear. She laughed and it made me roll my eyes with a smile as I joined them, grabbing a chair and bringing it closer to the fire.

Harry was putting marshmallows on a wooden stick but most of them were burnt and he always ended up blowing on them to smother the fire. He proposed me one and I accepted, regretting it almost right after. It didn't taste bad but it was incredibly sticky and I kept sucking on my fingers uselessly.

It took me about 15 minutes to realize Olivia wasn't there and I bent closer to Harry who did the same, still staring at the marshmallow he was holding over the fire.

"Hey, where's Liv?"

"In your room, I think."

"No." I frowned. "I was there only a few minutes ago and she wasn't in the house."

This time, he turned to me while I grabbed my phone in my pocket, quickly sending her a text message.

'Been looking for you?'

I looked up at Harry who was staring at me, probably waiting for what I was going to say next, but my eyes fell on my phone again when I heard it beep.

'Talking a walk in the forest, don't worry i'm not too far, I can see the fire from here.'

'Can I join you?"

I frowned when I noticed Harry was trying to read our conversation and took my phone further, getting annoyed. I wanted to tell him off but I knew it would be a bad idea so I bit my tongue a few times and licked my lips.

"She's alright, don't worry." I explained. "She's just taking a walk."

Harry nodded and we remained silent as I waited for my best friend's answer. I knew things were getting awkward between Harry and I but I didn't know what to do to bring our friendship back to what it used to be. I didn't want to admit that everything was changing and that it was fucking scaring me.

"You know, Niall." Harry let out in a low tone, staring at the fire before looking up at me. "I really like her, but if you have feelings for her, i'll back off."

My heart skipped a beat, my lips parted, and my head turned his way so fast I thought I heard my neck snap.

"What?"

My voice was low, coming out in a breath, and Harry just shrugged, sending me a sorry smile.

"I see it, you know? Things have changed between you two." he added in a calm way only Harry was able to pull off. "If you realized that you love her, it would hurt me, but I would understand."

I wanted to laugh, nudge him and tell him to stop being stupid, but I saw in his eyes that he was sincere and that he meant every word he told me. In fact, it seemed like he had really thought about it before actually talking to me about it, meaning it was probably something that had been bothering him for a while.

I stared at him, not really sure what I should tell him. Part of me wanted to tell him to back off but I knew it was selfish. I didn't have feelings for my best friend, I was just scared our friendship would change if she started dating Harry, but it was not a good reason to break what they could have and I would never do that to her. She'd never forgive me and i'd probably never forgive myself either. The other part of me wanted to reassure him and tell him that there was nothing between Liv and I but the words were stuck in my throat and I swallowed hard.

"Harry, I mean..."

The sound of my phone cut me short and I turned my phone back to look at my best friend's answer. Without thinking, I got up and passed my hand in my hair.

"Look, can we talk about that later?" I asked, not giving him time to answer. "I'm sorry okay? But don't worry."

My words meant nothing but he didn't argue, or at least, I didn't hear anything. I followed the path that lead to the forest and used my phone as a light to look at my feet, making sure I wouldn't stumble on anything. I saw her after a few minutes and realized the moon was almost full and it illuminated the way, making it easier than I thought to see around.

I smiled more when I saw Liv leaning against a tree and looking up at the starry sky. I took the few steps that were still separating us and she sighed as I put my hands in my pockets.

"Hey."

She glanced at me the way she had done it a few times while we were eating but couldn't hold my gaze. She shivered, bringing her arms around herself and rubbing her hands quickly on them. Shaking my head, I took the sweatshirt from around my waist and handed it to her. This time, she turned her head my way but her eyes fell on the shirt. She grabbed it with a smile and put it on, sighing and bringing her shoulders closer to her face.

"Thank you." she whispered, her eyes finally meeting mine as she rubbed one of her cheeks on the fabric of my shirt that she was now wearing.

"You're welcome."

The sleeves were too long but she grabbed the tips into her fists and even if she always did that, this time, I found it endearing.

"Why alone in the woods?" I asked after a few more seconds of silence.

"Oh you know me, I need time to think."

It was true. Sometimes, in the middle of a party, she could disappear. Normally, I'd find her locked in a bathroom or sitting in a desert hall, either thinking or typing something on her phone. She never told me exactly what she wrote but I guessed it was some sort of secret diary that she didn't show anyone and I never insisted.

"But you allowed me to join you." I pointed out, leaning against the same tree than her. "Am I special?"

I sent her a cheeky smile and she turned to look at me. Her face was incredibly close to me and I smiled even more.

"Come on, say it." I insisted, making her chuckle but roll her eyes.

"Yea yea, you're special, Niall."

The more we stared at each other, the more I realized I didn't want things to change. I couldn't hide it from myself anymore. I didn't want her to date Harry, I would never want to see her date someone with whom she could actually spend years. Harry was not that kind of guy but if he was actually ready to be in a real relationship with her, perhaps it was because what he felt for her was beyond what he had felt for other girls before. That's what bothered me. I lost my smile and it took me a few seconds to notice she did too. We were both staring at each other, lost in our own secret thoughts, and I suddenly felt like shit for the thoughts running in my head.

"It's so embarrassing that you caught me."

I raised my eyebrows and held my breath. We clearly were't thinking about the same thing and it made me think that catching her masturbating was futile in comparison of all the shitty thoughts I was having recently.

"Hey, you caught me too."

"Yea, over a decade ago. It's different." she pointed out with a grimace.

The way her nose raised up and her tongue stuck out slightly when she grimaced made me smile. It was adorable. Harry was right in a way, I was starting to see Olivia in a different light but it was not romantic love, it was simply all the little things i'd end up missing if our friendship ended. It made something twist in my stomach and I swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the sadness that had suddenly invaded me.

"Masturbation is very normal, we both know it." I shrugged, leaning my head against the trunk. "Plus, I barely saw anything. It's not like you were naked or anything."

"That would have been... horrifying!"

"Tell me about it!" I joked with a laugh as she elbowed me hard, making me laugh even more. "Kidding!"

She chuckled again and closed her eyes as silence fell between us again. I loved that silence was never something uncomfortable between us. In fact, it was soothing in a way silence rarely is.

"Did you have time to finish when I left?"

She groaned, probably at the fact that I kept the conversation going, and shook her head. I felt bad knowing I stopped her. If Liv was allowing herself to masturbate in a house full of people she didn't know, there was no doubt about how horny she had been.

"What made you so horny anyway?"

This time, she blushed so hard I could see it even in the dark and it made me extremely curious. I pushed myself away from the tree with one of my feet and put myself in front of her, looking down in her eyes.

"You're not answering, so it was not Harry."

The surprise I read on her face made me smile more. She clearly was not shy when it came to tell me that she wanted to have sex with Harry. I had noticed them on the side of the pool and the way he touched her legs but she blushed at my question when she could have simply told me he's the one that aroused him. Obviously, it was something else. Or someone else.

"Who was it?" I repeated insistently. "If it's an other of my bandmates you're gonna be disappointed, they're both taken."

She rolled her eyes and I laughed more, taking one of my hands out of my pocket and leaning it against the tree, close to her head. I moved my face closer to hers, keeping my smile.

"Or maybe you realized that you were in love with the wrong Styles?"

Her eyebrows raised and she chuckled. I thought she was going to laugh at the possibility or her falling in love with Gemma but her answer made my heart jump in my chest.

"I am not in love with Harry."

"No?"

"No."

"Okay."

We stared at each other for a few more seconds and I noticed how good she smelled, even after a long warm day. Was that the perfume I bought her a few years ago for her birthday? It seemed to be mixed with something that smelled even better... was it the smell she always had?

"So, give me a clue. Boy or girl?"

She moved her chin up defiantly and sent me a mischievous smile. That's when I knew I would never know or at least, it would take a while and a lot more insisting to get the information.

"Boy." she admitted, licking my lips. "But I'll never tell you."

I licked my lips and her eyes dropped on them, making me smile again. I was close to her and the moonlight was shining on her face but all I could think about is how good she smelled. I held my breath at the feeling hitting my insides all of a sudden, making me realize that losing her would change my whole life and that I was not ready for that. I never would be. I bent closer, my nose almost touching hers, and her lips parted at the closeness, probably.

"I'll definitely find out one way or another." I whispered, my fingers trying to grip the trunk.

"No you won't." she breathed as an answer.

I tried to push away the thought of her masturbating from my mind but when I did, the only thing left was the dream that I had about her and my heart started throbbing.

"OLIVIA?"

Harry's voice made both of us jump and I moved away, putting my hands back in my pockets. My heart was racing and I didn't even know why. It was not like Liv and I were doing anything wrong or forbidden but it still felt like we had been caught and I couldn't understand why. A few seconds later, Harry appeared and when his eyes fell on her, he smiled fondly. I think I hadn't realized that he really liked her just yet but the more time passed, the more obvious it was getting.

"Hey, sorry guys, I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

I cleared my throat and swallowed the bitter remark I wanted to let out before looking at my best friend and sending her a smile.

"No problem, i'll leave you two."

I walked away slowly and turned around, noticing Harry had taken her hand into his. They were both staring at each other and the short conversation I had had with Harry near the fire came back in my mind. I didn't understand why he would think I had feelings for my best friend, or that she could ever have these kind of feelings for me. It was so evident in the way she looked at him that she liked him. I simply shrugged and made my way back to the others.

The fire was still up and everyone was still cuddling or talking. I took a seat next to Maya who immediately turned to me and sent me a smile. I mirrored it but turned back to the fire quickly. It's not that I didn't want to talk to her but I sort of felt overwhelmed by everything that was happening and I really needed to think about it. I didn't notice it when she brought her chair closer to mine but I jumped slightly when I felt her hand on my thigh. My head snapped up and out eyes met, making me slightly uncomfortable.

"Are you okay?"

She was gorgeous from up close and I held my breath as I looked at her. I knew we used to have a little flirting game and that it was meant to end up in the bedroom but I was not sure anymore that I wanted it. I had hoped for it before and backed away last minute and here I was, in the same situation, not knowing what I should do. I was not even sure what she wanted or what she expected from me and it seemed way too messy for me.

"Yea, i'm good." I replied with a nod. "Just a bit tired."

She nodded too and smiled more, her eyes not leaving mine and her hand warming my thigh.

"It's too bad we couldn't share a room."

I felt suddenly guilty or tensed or both and glanced behind myself to see if Liv and Harry were coming back. I didn't want to tell Maya that I was not interested because I really was. No one in their right mind would reject a girl like her. But I was not ready or interested in a relationship and I didn't want things to become awkward now that we were all stuck in the same house for a few days. I looked back at her and sent her a small smile.

"Yea, I guess." I shrugged, leaning against my chair and trying to ignore the way she squeezed my thigh. "I'm sharing my room with Liv, so."

"Maybe she could have shared a room with Harry?" she explained as I tried not to grimace again. "We could ask her if she'd be okay with that."

I felt my heart jump in my chest at the thought, wondering how I would get out of this one. Sharing a room with Maya seemed weird and the thought of Liv and Harry in the same room made me anxious.

"I don't know, I don't want her to think I want to get rid of her."

"I'm sure she'll understand."

I sighed low, getting a bit annoyed that she was insisting, but I quickly looked away.

"I'll ask her."

Without waiting for an answer, I got up, feeling her hand slip on my thigh and I suddenly felt relieved. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why couldn't I just enjoy the attention I was getting? Why didn't I jump on the occasion yet? It was getting ridiculous and I closed my eyes, pissed at myself for the way I reacted.

"Hey guys, how about we go watch a movie?" I proposed loud enough for everyone to hear.

I heard a bunch of positive answers and everyone got up slowly. I watched Louis smother the fire and finally looked behind me again. I was starting to feel very nervous that they were not coming back but I was not sure why, and I felt my heart sink low in my chest. It was stupid to feel incomplete just because my best friend was gone but it was still my reality. I had spent every single day with her for months now and I didn't want things to change. Closing my eyes, I fought the urge I had to walk back into the woods to find them and clapped in my hands.

"Alright guys, I get to choose the movie."

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dealingdreams · 5 years ago

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Okay TROS thoughts...here we go. I’m putting them all below the cut in case somehow you’ve avoided spoilers

so general thoughts...i didnt hate it nearly as much as i thought i would so thats pleasant but im gonna break it down more

things i liked:

Adam Driver. just Adam. Fucking. Driver my dudes. This is like a backhanded compliment because JJ is so fucking lucky Adam was cast because the emotional depth of the film rested literally all on his shoulders for me. I only felt the weight if he was acting in a scene.

I’ll admit im biased but I did adore the interaction between Finn and Poe. Their bickering amused me and the tenderness between them was wonderful...I think Oscar played Poe a bit jealous as well which i liked.

the Reylo scenes to me where beautiful. Ben never lied to her, she tried to deny it but she knew he never did. I loved that he was kinda guiding her, protecting her, loving her, and antagonizing her all at once. I loved how soft their kiss was, their smiles are literally the light of my life. Rey’s face when she healed him. Ben just staring at her as she tells him she did want to take his hand...just chef’s kiss

I loved the saber fights. Ben’s fight at the beginning was hot as fuck...and his fight as newly redeemed Ben Solo was even hotter somehow.

I enjoyed the fight scenes between ben and rey! how often ben just let her walk away, and despite that one scene which i will mention below...i like i even tho rey was rather aggressive idk...it didnt really feel like she was trying to hurt him much either? i just think they had a lot of chances to kill each other and didnt take it...so i like that

i knew she was looking at ben in that clip i knew it...she only makes that soft face at him

I always enjoy stupid ass C3PO jokes for some dumbass reason

Han and Ben’s scene was heartbreaking and beautiful. Again tho JJ is fucking lucky to cast Adam cause recycling dialogue from TFA wouldnt have worked at all had Adam not been so fucking amazing

the save chewie hall blaster scene was fun

i liked how fucking dramatic children ben and rey were with that damn ship lol...no im gonna force pull it...no im gonna...what dorks

while i didnt like the entire way the force bond was used i did enjoy seeing it still strong and growing

confirming canon soulmate reylo was a highlight

ben’s hair looked bomb

finn’s outfit was cool

Jannah was beautiful (please correct me if i misspell her name)

dark rey was glorious tho

that new little droid is literally me so i adore it

that sith cave thing was really fucking cool looking

the visuals of the film were most of the time stunning

sooooo...now to what i didn’t like:

I think this first one is the most obvious for those who know me but...Ben’s death just feels so utterly useless to me. especially when they gave him a metaphorical death earlier in the film. i feel extremely hurt and betrayed. Disney has gone out of their way to make us sympathize with Ben Solo. They’ve revealed more and more of his past...how alone he was, the abuse he suffered from snoke and palpatine. just fuck...they just kill him...the moment he realizes he’s free and loved they end his life....literally WHAT THE FUCK. it’s a chicken shit way out of a redemption arc honestly. Not letting u just breath after his death was also so horrible. We barely got to see Rey mourn, we got a split second of it then it jumped to another scene...another second of her looking sadly at her sabor to have the moment interrupted

tag on to above but...they didnt have him as a force ghost cause Disney is intentionally keeping where he is ambiguous so they can sell more shit which pisses me off so much

thats not how the force works

there couldnt have been that many sith could there??? cause like there can only be 2 at one time....fucking rule of 2 so how the hell were there that many

palps being like...see i actually want you to kill me...is ridiculous

rey palpatine is the most idiotic thing i have ever heard. Rey being a no one from no where was such an amazing thing. Just anyone can be strong in the force...you dont need royal blood to make you worth something....then they just retcon that??? the fuck I MEAN THE FUCK.

Finn does nothing but worry about Rey the whole film. I know folks dont like his storyline in TLJ and while i understand that and do think it could have been written better i still adore it because Finn grew. He grew from just caring about a small group of people to caring about an idea to caring about something bigger than him. I didnt see any growth in his character in this film. His heroics were beautiful to see and I enjoyed seeing his heart but that was John’s acting more than the writing it think.

sidelining rose was fucking disgusting

the trio felt forced to me

the leia scenes didnt work for me honestly and they mostly just made me sad

bringing in lando now felt weird

ive wanted force sensitive finn for a while but didnt feel right

why the fuck have finn want to tell rey something but never do...ugh i hate storytelling like that

they never explained how palps is back...he just is

rey stabbing ben felt odd to me. i loved the moment when she healed him, and i know technically her anger and darkside was coming out and she acted on instinct...nevermind that even before leia called out to him ben coudnt follow thru with the killing blow.

....i’m sure i’ll think of more as i get angrier

anyways over all...id be lying if moments didnt make me laugh or smile...if i didn’t feel a sense of nostalgia and enjoyment for 80% of this movie. The thing is that even with so much of it being enjoyable to me it still felt void. An action movie, with new characters, a confusing plot and very minimal emotional depth.

The emotion hinged soooo much on Adam or me. The biggest reason for that aside from that fact that Ben Solo is one of my all time favorite characters, is that the things Rey is dealing with in the film are directly related to her being a palpatine...and i HATE THAT. Like straight up wanna fling it into the sun.

Rey never needed to be related to a force royal bloodline. She should have been allowed to remain strong because she was just strong. Kylo’s equal in every way, not because she was the granddaughter of a sith which btw you can’t inherit force powers. Retconing something so touching and unique from TLJ was just...fucking idiotic. All to please the loud but small misogynistic fandom that thought a woman couldnt be that strong on her own so she must be related to someone

The biggest thing....tho is killing Ben. it felt so unnecessary and just...i feel so betrayed. The interviews leading up to the film got my hopes up that i was worried for nothing. I always thought they’d kill him, because cinema seems to not know what to do with characters has tragic as him without just killing him in the end. we already got a redemption = death plotline in this franchise...why couldnt we get a redemption = life instead??? My friend who doesnt even like sw that much...tros was actually the 2nd sw fim she’s ever seen...thought it was unnecessary as well and agrees with me a lot about my feelings despite not having the same intense emotional attachment to him as me. She for a moment thought they’d be together at the end but nope. Its just...pointless to me now, the sacrifices han, luke, and leia made to reach Ben are for nothing. Their deaths...pointless...Ben means so fucking much to me. I’ve never felt such an intense emotional bond with a character before so im just hurting so fucking much right now.

Rey taking the name Skywalker isnt hopeful or cute its a slap in the face honestly...and it’s just weird!

The last Skywalker died loved and held by the woman he loved and that is beautiful to me. He died happy and a hero thats a balm at least...but to not let him be the one to kill palpatine...after everything EVERYTHING he put him and his family thru was another just fuck...i wanted justice for him and he just got thrown away

Ultimately...Ben and Rey are soulmates and their force bond was severed. Palpatine didnt take that from them because he couldnt have...again not how the force works....but JJ used that bond to be a battery???? the fuck...but ultimately hes forcing Rey to live the rest of her days with a gaping wound in her soul. a wound unable to be filled and will be with her for the rest of her life...thats so fucking tragic to me. you give rey someone who is her equal, who understands her, and you take him from her and force her to be alone for the rest of her life?? and we are supposed to not see that as a tragedy? Her being fineishness at the end of the film seemed like direction from either the writing or in the moment, but just further proves he didnt bother to even understand the lore he was using. Force bonds were considered i quess legends in the current SW canon but Rian brought it back...so it’s back. and well

"A bond between two living beings is not something easily broken. It is not a choice… it is like breaking a feeling. Like turning away from the Force. To break a bond, your feelings would have to change, or one of you would have to die—but even then, the bond wouldn't go away, it would simply… it would simply be empty, a wound."―Master Zez-Kai Ell[src]

and .... the only way to break it was to turn away from the Force, as Surik did on Malachor V. So basically it all came down to creating a wound in the Force”

sooo yeah...im pissed i’d give this movie a 1 1/2 out of 5

thank you for those who have read my rantings! I hope at least some of this made sense

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wintrcaptn · 6 years ago

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The Unexpected Ch.2 | Sebastian Stan

Summary : You are celebrating your best friend her fiancé though she has other plans. Your best friend Alondra tries to discreetly set you up with one of the single groomsmen. Which turns out to be Sebastian Stan.

A/N : so this gif kills me. I just can’t handle this fucker!!!!

Chapter One

The rest of the party had been quite eventful.

Once you knew Sebastian was flirting, you took that as your advantage and played along. But you had the ball in your court.

You could feel his stated lingering on you almost the entire night. Sometimes, he would even try to squeeze his way next to you, and talk.

But that only lasted a few minutes before you got up and walked away.

It was like cat and mouse, and man was he hooked. The chase was part of the fun. Sebastian had never had to work so hard to get with anyone. And the way you had him running around, chasing after you, it drove him crazy.

As the night went on, and the many face of Alondra and Michael’s friends and family had started to disappear, you were pretty buzzed from all the drinks, but not to the point where you couldn’t think straight.

You were never the one to get sloppy drunk, especially at intimate occasions.

Alondra thought it best you spend the night, especially since Sebastian and Chace were staying over as well.

Though she wasn’t around you as much, she had kept her eyes on you, and every time she saw you alone with Sebastian, her face lit up with excitement.

“Look, you and I can sleep in my room and the guys can figure it out.” She said, giggling like a little kid.

You could tell she had a few more drinks than you, but could you blame her? Today was about her and Michael. They were beyond happy.

“Alright Fine.” You sighed. “But at least put clean sheets on. I am not trying to sleep on your dirty bed.”

You knew from all the stories how handsy those two could be. And it was no secret.

Alondra belted out into laughter, before seductively biting her lower lip. “Maybe I should have Michael help me just real quick.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her. As a smile crept up on your lips.

“And I’m done with this conversation.” You chuckled. “I’ll go get him for you.”

You turned on your heels and made your way over to the living room where the boys all stood, talking amongst each other.

The second Sebastian laid his eyes on you, the feelings of sexual frustration and infatuation, washed over him completely.

“Hey Michael.” You said, grabbing their attention. “Your fiancé is waiting for you in the bedroom.”

Chace whistled jokingly, as Michael flashed a cheeky grin. He couldn’t hide the excitement no matter how hard he tried.

“Well, I’ll see you fellas in the morning.” He winked.

With that, he started down the hall, leaving you alone with the two handsome men.

“So anyone want to play never have I ever?” You asked.

Chace glanced at you then back at his best friend. He knew how badly Sebastian wanted to be alone with you, and he wasn’t about to get in the way of that.

“I actually need to call my girlfriend real quick before she goes to sleep. But you two start, and I’ll jump in once I’m done.” He said.

You could feel your stomach begin to churn as Chace made his way down the hall and into the guest bedroom.

This was your first time ever truly being a lone with Sebastian. With no one around, it were nerve wrecking.

You sat on the couch, crossing your legs and trying to remind yourself that everything was okay.

Which it was.

But being around him, your heart raced so fast, it felt like it could jump out of your chest.

Sebastian took a seat at the other end of the couch, with his arm resting over the top cushion.

You could see him in the corner of your eye, and slowly, you turned to face him.

He breathed out through his nose as his gaze gravitated to yours.

The very second your eyes locked with his, you could feel your body heat up.

You could feel your inner thighs clench together, almost as if they are fighting to jump on his lap and ride him.

It was hard to hold yourself back.

All night, his infatuation grew stronger for you. Something he wasn’t used to. Ever.

Sure he had strong feelings for other women before, but with you, there was something so alluring, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting you.

The way he stared at you with those piercing blue eyes, you could feel yourself grow hotter by the second.

He held you with his eyes, driving you insane.

“Don’t do that.” You sighed, breaking the trance and glancing down at your feet.

He furrowed his brows, tilting his head slightly to the side. “Do what?” He asked.

“That!” You exclaimed, motioning to him. “Stop staring at me like you are trying to undress me with your eyes!”

His lips quivered into a smirk and he knew the ball was now in his court.

Gently, he bit on his lower lip, still holding his gaze on you. He then started to scoot closer to where you were, and the closer he got, the harder it was for you to breathe.

“Then how about you undress me?” His voice was low, forcing a shiver to ripple down your spine. You swore you felt it through out your body.

As he was just a foot away, your heart had palpitations.

Losing yourself in his eyes, you were scared to even breathe. Afraid that if you moved, he would leave. And that was the last thing you wanted.

A part of you felt like you were in a dream, and you didn’t want to wake up. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

“Unless you can’t handle me.” He whispered.

You swallowed hard, glancing up at him and holding his gaze with yours.

The second his lips twitched, that’s all it took. Something inside of you snapped, and before you knew it you were straddling his lap, pressing your lips against his, showing him just how much you hungered to taste him.

It was all surreal. The way his tongue grazed against yours, and the way his hands clutched onto your waist, digging in as he grew harder under the fabric of his clothes, it brought you to a high.

You didn’t know what you were doing, but you couldn’t deny how right it felt.

The sound of a door opening from around the corner, brought you both back to reality.

Immediately, you returned back over to your side while Sebastian slid down to the other end. He quickly grabbed on of the throw pillows and placed it over his lap, in hopes it would hide his bulge.

“So whose winning the game so far?” Chace asked, making his way over to the living room.

You shared a glance with Sebastian, flashing a soft smile at one another.

“It’s a tie.” He said.

“Well lets make this fun.” Chace muttered. “I’ll go get the bottle of whiskey, and three shot glasses.”

Before either of you could interject, he started toward the kitchen.

“Well that was close.” You chuckled, not realizing you were holding your breath.

Sebastian shrugged, his smile never faltering. “Yeah, Kind of wish he never came out.”

You but your lower lip, holding back your squeal as you kept your cool. “Well, if your lucky, you just might have another chance, if you can keep up.”

He raised his brows, slightly shocked and intrigued at the same time. “Trust me babe, I can keep up.”

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be-more-chill-evan-hansen · 6 years ago

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Holiday fic

I know that a lot of characters don’t have canon religion, and I also know that it’s a possibility of either being Jewish or just not celebrating Christmas, so I am writing a fic that’s more for the holiday season that Christmas. As a Christian, I have come to acknowledge that Christmas didn’t even belong to Christians to begin with (it originated with Pagans celebrating the winter solstice and was practiced before the birth of Jesus and Jesus wasn't born in winter) so when I celebrate Christmas, I celebrate as a time to spend with family and friends (and I get gifts so...) and not as Jesus’ birthday, so when I write this, I am writing this as them trading gifts and spending time together. I don’t think it’s best to describe this as a “Christmas fic” since the characters are very diverse, so “Holiday Fic” seems more fitting.

Please let me know what you think.

This story is featuring, or at least mentioning, all of my OCs, and I had to update my Tumblr OC list because I forgot that my descriptions for Damien and Rich were on AO3 first and I had forgotten how I described them and had to fix it so here is the 100% accurate updated version. And I tried adding as many characters as I could, but it’s so hard and I was under pressure, so please don’t hate me. I am ageing the characters up to 18+ for reasons. And I made Dragon Fly (me essentially) Albert’s cousin because I can bend canon however I want.

It sucks, and it’s everywhere, but I wanted to get something out for the holidays. And I added a surprise at the end so you would hate me less. Please bear with me.

Featured ships: Relmer (I had to); Spalbert (for Alexa); Jatherine (they’re cute and they’re both raging bisexuals fight me); Blush; Finch/Buttons

Era: Modern

Warnings: none

Word count: 1315 (I think that’s a record)

Also, I’ve been struggling with this for a week. Please go easy on me.

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Jack was grateful that Jacobi let them rent the place out for the annual Holiday Party Extravaganza. They picked a day and time in December that worked for everyone’s schedule and did “Secret Santa” so everyone would get a gift. Usually, the party was at Jack’s house, but the group grew over the year, and his tiny apartment would not be able to hold everyone.

Everyone helped to move tables so the center of the floor would be cleared. Race hooked up his phone to a loudspeaker, courtesy of Albert, and played showtunes to “set the mood” for the party. Everyone dropped the presents they brought on the counter.

“Can I get everyone’s attention?” Jack was standing in the middle of the room. “First, I would like to thank Jacobi for letting us use his place to have our party.” He waited for everyone to quiet down before continuing. “I would also like to thank our new friends who joined the group this year. Hopefully we haven’t weirded you out too much.” He looked at everyone in the room. “And thank you guys for making this year the best.”

“Encore!” Sarah yelled.

Jack rolled his eyes and walked back to Katherine and kissed her cheek. “I’m excited. This is the biggest party we’ve had.”

“Yeah,” Katherine agreed. “It was nice for Jacobi to let us have it here.”

Davey joined the two and brought them both a cup of punch. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many people in a room together before.”

“Same here,” Jack said. “I just hope that it doesn’t go horribly and end with Jacobi banning us.”

“Jacobi will never ban us.” Katherine laughed at her boyfriend. “He loves us.” She pointed to the table with Race, Elmer, Spot, and Albert. “They’re acting like it’s a double date.”

“Leave them alone,” Davey joked. “Let them have fun. It’s a party.”

Spot wrapped his arm around Albert’s shoulders. “I feel like this party will be the best one yet.”

Albert looked at his boyfriend. “And why is that?”

“I don’t know. Just a thought.”

“Just a thought?” Race asked. “That’s the lamest thing I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth.”

Spot mocked laughter. “It’s not as lame as your life.”

Race pretended to be offended. “I know my life is lame, but hey!”

Romeo turned to August. "Have you ever thought about dyeing your hair?"

August shrugged their shoulders. "I never thought about it. I don't know what color would look okay."

"I think any color would suit you."

"Really?" August asked. "I don't think I would look good with any color. Green wouldn’t look good at all."

Romeo laughed. "Not green. Maybe something pastel, like lavender or a pale blue."

"Lavender? Really?"

"Yeah."

"I can see it," a voice said from behind Romeo. Mush looked over the booth at August.

"What are you doing, Mush?" Romeo asked.

"Listening to you guys obliviously flirting with each other." He had a smirk on his face.

"We aren't flirting," August said. "Please leave."

"Kay." Mush walked off laughing and went to find Kid Blink. When he found him, he wrapped his arms around his waist from behind. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Yeah." Kid Blink turned around and kissed his boyfriend on the top of his head. "Go have fun. It's a party."

"Says the person sulking in the corner."

"I am not sulking. I am brooding. There's a difference."

"Brooding?" Mush asked. "What are you? Batman?"

"Funny."

"RACE AND ELMER ARE UNDER THE MISTLETOE!" Smalls yelled.

Race and Elmer quickly shared a kiss, which was over as soon as it started. It caused some of the others to boo.

"That was boring!" Romeo yelled.

"Where was the passion?" River asked.

"My dead grandma kisses hotter than that!" Finch called out from the other side of the room.

"Grow up, guys," Race said. He and Elmer sat back down with Spot and Albert. “Hey, Albert. I know that your cousin prefers to go by her nickname, but what’s her real name?”

Albert leaned in very slowly, trying to reach Race’s ear. When Race moved his ear, closer, Albert blew into it. “I’m not telling you.”

“You’re boring,” Race said, trying to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling of Albert’s warm breath in his ear.

Dragon Fly was in the corner with Katherine and Sarah, updating each other about their lives.

"How’s college, Dragon Fly?" Katherine asked. "I know that you're going for writing."

Dragon Fly quickly pulled her cup up to her mouth. "It's...college." She took a long sip from her punch. "God, college makes me want to become an alcoholic.”

Sarah held her cup out. “I’ll cheer to that.”

Liberty passed by them. “I will cheer to that as well.”

“Do you even know what we’re cheering to?” Katherine asked.

“No,” Liberty said. “But, I heard Sarah say she was cheering to something and I didn’t want to be alone.”

Dragon Fly pointed to Max, Damien, and Rich in the corner. “Go talk to them. They look really bored.”

Liberty groaned. “Fine.”

“Time for presents!” Jack called. He passed out the gifts to everyone and sat next to Katherine. “This may be our best party ever.”

She smiled at him. “I may have to agree with you on that.”

“Who got me an empty box?” Finch asked loudly.

“You haven’t even opened it,” Buttons replied.

“It weighs nothing.” Finch shook the box in his boyfriend’s face. “Nothing.”

“If you’re so sure it’s nothing, then open it.”

Finch rolled his eyes and ripped the wrapping paper. He opened the box and looked inside. “There’s an envelope taped to the bottom.” He pulled the envelope out and turned it over. He found text and read it to himself. “I know we’ve been dating for five years, but I just want to say....” He opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper. When he opened it, glitter fell into his lap. He read the paper. “The amount of time we’ve been dating isn’t important to this gift. I just wanted to mislead you into opening a glitter bomb. I love you.” He turned to Buttons. “Cute. Where’s my real gift?”

Buttons smiled. “Behind the counter. I’ll go get it.”

“That was the best fake gift I’ve ever seen,” Henry said.

“You’re telling me,” Sniper replied.

“Hey, Finch,” Buttons said, “I need you back here real quick. You’re present is too big to move by myself.”

Finch got up, brushed glitter off of himself, and walked to where Buttons was. When he walked behind the counter, he stopped. “Buttons?”

Buttons was on the floor behind the counter, kneeling with a ring in his hand. “Finch, I know that we’re only 21, but from the first moment I met you, I knew that you were the perfect person for me. I’ve been trying for the past few months, but I couldn't find the right time. When I drew your name for Secret Santa, I knew that this was a sign. I knew that it was meant to be now. Just like I knew that we would be together. You are my best friend, my life, and my soulmate. I love you so much. Will you, Patrick Cortes, do me the honor of marrying me?”

Finch stood speechless. He was frozen with his hand over his mouth. “Is this for real?”

“It’s as real as the glitter that will not wash off for the rest of your life.”

Finch let out a small laugh, trying to hold back tears. “Yes.” He let Buttons slide the ring onto his finger and hugged him tightly. “You’ve always been dramatic.”

Mush grabbed the mistletoe and held it over Finch and Buttons. “You have to kiss now!”

Buttons pulled Finch into a kiss and rested his forehead on Finch’s. “If you thought this was dramatic, wait for the wedding.”

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I needed something cute and I was like “huh, maybe a Secret Santa proposal would be cute” so I did it and I hope it makes up for the crappiness. Thanks for reading.

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Back to you Chapter 15 pt 2 - Leave right now.

Characters belong to pixelberry except those created for the story Summary: we pick up right where part 1 left off. Ellis is not wild about Leos return. Leo and Aria grow closer, and Ellie almost lets something slip out. Catch up here Rating: Mostly Fluff, slight NSFW Chapter/Title inspiration: Thomas Rhett - leave right now.. Thanks a lot for getting me hooked....@bobasheebaby!!

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“El, come onnnnn. Lighten up, Leo and I have moved past everything, its time you did too.” Aria whines, while grabbing onto Leos arm pulling herself closer to him. Ellie eyes The duo curiously. “Ellie, I know I put you in a terrible position after, well, everything in Europe, but I genuinely hope we can move forward.” Leo extends his hand turning on his charm. “Ok fine,! But if you hurt her again I will hunt you down and chop off your dick myself. ” Ellie threatened as she shook his hand.The waitress pulls up two more chairs and takes Aria and Leos order. “Ill have 6 honey barbecue boneless and a Pepsi.” Aria ordered. “What are your hottest wings? Leo questioned the waitress. ” homicide,they are very hot. “ she informed him. "Ill have those and a Heineken please.” Aria eyes Leo, you sure you can handle those Rhys? They are super hot.“ Leo shoots her a cocky grin "I think ill be able to handle them.”

The group engages in idle chit chat about whats been going on in each others lives the past few months before the waitress comes back with their food. Everyone eyes fall on Leo as he picks up his first wing. He rips off a hunk of chicken and chews not even breaking a sweat. He finishes the first with no problem. “They have a kick, but I have had hotter.” He takes a sip of his beer. Aria giggles “that’s why your super man.”

They finish their food and rob and Liz take off. “Hey, lets go visit Daniel.” Aria begged. She had not seen him since she left and she was wondering how he and Gary were doing with the wedding plans. “You know I hate that place, but Daniel has a heavy hand, fuck it lets go.” Ellie agrees as they jump up. . Leo pulls Aria closer “so where exactly are we going?” He asked. “A bar.. the one I worked at before I left for Cordonia.” They pull into the parking lot of the bar and wait a few minutes for Jay and Ellie to get there. Jay had a street bike as well, but wasn’t as skilled a driver as Leo was. They finally pull in. “Dude that’s a sweet bike.” Jay admired which turned into a full on conversation between Jay and Leo about bikes and the motocross circuit “If you two ladies want to sit out here and gab all night, Ellie and I are going to go get a drink.” Aria hollered motioning between the two. Leo grinned as he slid up to her side putting his arm around her waist. “My apologies beautiful, shall we.” He motioned with his other hand to lead the way.

They walk in and Daniel looks up from the counter. “Well look at what they cat dragged in, come here.” He ran up to give her a hug. “Hey everyone Aria’s in the house.” He shouted, the bar erupted with cheers. Many of her regulars she served were there. “Something of a celebrity here I see.” Leo leaned in close kissing her cheek. Aria smiled “This is home, this was my life. I spent almost every night with many of them.” She planted a kiss on his lips. “Hey Dan, Ronnie in?” She asked. “Nope.” Daniel informed her as he poured a beer. “Good, let me behind that bar, hey El Alabama slammer?.” She questioned her friend. “Hell yeah! Im gonna go grab a booth.” Ellie nods her head and walks off Aria saunters behind the bar.

Leo pulls up a chair. He watches her grab bottles of liquor pouring them skillfully into each glass. “So spill. Who’s the hottie?” Daniel gushed glancing over in Leos direction. “Easy there tiger, aren’t you engaged.” Aria chuckled. “Yeah, but you gotta appreciate a good looking guy, and that one is FINE.” Daniel fanned himself with his hand. “That’s Leo, my ex. And current, im not even sure what we are. I guess Friends with benefits? She knew that it was more then just sex between them but could not find the right words. . “What happened to Liam, that was his name right, the prince.” Daniel eyed her curiously. She had wrote him a few emails but had not updated since Liam chose Madeline. He is marrying an uber cunt. Were figuring things out. Oh Leo is his brother.” She rushes her words, regretting them as soon as they came out. Daniel gives her a stern look. “So let me get this right, Liam is a prince, which makes Leo a prince too. You used to date Leo, and then almost married his brother, and you’re here with him now?” Daniel shakes his head “Jesus Ari what have you gotten yourself into?” “Correction Liam is a king, Leo is the former crown prince but abdicate, hes still a prince by birth right. And yes, im currently fucking him. Wanna know anything else Dan?” Aria snaps. Daniel puts his hands up in defeat as Aria grabs the drinks she made,handing Leo his as they make their way to the booth. “Were gonna need a few applebombs Dan, can you bring em out in a few?” She shouts over her shoulder.

Ellie gulps her drink down fast “man I missed how good you make them.” She said sliding her empty cup across the table. “You know how strong I make them, you may wanna pace yourself or you’ll fall off the back of Jays bike.” Aria giggles. “What no shots?” Ellie pouts. “What am I new? I already told Daniel.: She slouched back in her chair. After a few drinks Ellie grabs Arias hand and they make their way to the dance floor. Leaving Leo to chat with Jay. He liked Jay, he was a decent guy and knew a lot about motorcycles and racing. He even knew of Leo from the racing circuit. Leo sipped his beer as he watched her move around the dance floor with her best friend. She was smiling, laughing and singing along with the words to every song that came on. A familiar feeling came over him, it was the exact way he felt all those years ago, watching her be carefree and having fun. He loved her, he never stopped loving her. He pushed it down, even marrying Katie he wished it was her. When danced with her at the Masquerade ball in Cordonia he felt it and he didn’t know it was her, not until he had the PI find out who she was. He loved her, of that he was always sure, but this feeling was more he was head over heels for her. He needed to tell her and soon.

They came back to the table, Ellie was already pretty drunk, she took a sip of Arias Malibu bay breeze “so Leo, you were married huh.” Ellie says with a bit of sarcasm. “I was, it did not work out.” Leo takes a swig of his beer, avoiding eye contact. “Did you have any kids?” She questioned. “No, thankfully Katie and I did not. I only ever thought of myself having children with one person.” His eyes flashed to Aria, her blush hidden with the already redness of her hot face. Ellie picking up on his subtle hint snorted. “That’s to bad, you could ha-” “Ellie, enough.” Aria warned, her voice dropped low and serious. Leo looked between both women, something Ellie mentioned, Aria did not want her to finish. Just then Jay comes up pulling Leo away “Hey some guys I know are fans they wanna meet you, come on.”

As soon as Leo was gone Aria whipped around her eyes never leaving Ellie’s face “what the hell do you think you’re doing bringing that up?” Arias tone stern, her stare was cold, a sad trait she picked up from her time in the courtly life. “Damn, look at you. I guess being around royalty has made you grow some balls.” Ellie spit back. “You know that is something I never want to think about, why would you say that in front of him?” Aria seethed. “Jeeze, sorry I wasn’t thinking. You know you really should tell him. One day, he has the right to know.” Ellie got up to get a refill leaving Aria alone to ponder Ellie’s words. She knew she should tell him, it had been weighing on her for 5 years, if she was going to move forward with either him or Liam she needed to Cleanse herself of old baggage. She would tell him just not here.

Leo, Ellie and Jay made their way back to the table. The mood started to lighten and the drinks kept coming. They settled into a nice groove, laughing and sharing stories. Aria rested her hand on Leo’s thigh, inching it closer every few minutes. A sly grin forms on his face. She moves her hand Dangerously close to the crotch of his pants, she can feel him grow against his jeans. He turns and drops his voice “what are you doing Beautiful?” “I have no idea what you are talking about handsome. ” she feigned innocence. “Ok, if that’s how you wanna play it.” He dips his hand under the table making his way in between Arias legs, he ran his fingers across her sex, she could feel the heat start to pool. She held back a moan as he continued to rub between her legs. She was so sure she had a wet spot by now. They were both so caught up in each other they didn’t notice Jay and Ellie leave the booth. Not wanting to have an orgasm right there she moved her hand away from his crotch above the table to grab her drink. She needed to cool down after that. He keeps his hand on her thigh his body facing her, she raises her glass taking a long sip from the straw. A familar song plays, she tilts her head back “ohh I love this song.” She sings along

Same streets, same party Drowning their problems in Bacardi Same people still talking Oh, I’m so over it, I’m sorry Baby, you and me could leave right now Ditch all your friends, the guy you came with Get to know you where it ain’t so loud Just you and me alone on some old moonlit road But the two of us could disappear Just say the word and get out of here Baby, you and me could leave right now

He stares at her wide eyed and stunned. “You have a Beautiful voice love, how did I not know you could sing?” “hmm I guess its just not something that most people know.” She sips her drink humming the rest of the words to herself. “Dance wit me Leo.” Aria jumps up holding her hand out, He takes it and they head to the dance floor. He pulls her close as their bodies sway to the music.Leo sings along with the chorus.

Baby, you and me could leave right now Ditch all your friends, the guy you came with Get to know you where it ain’t so loud Just you and me alone on some old moonlit road But the two of us could disappear Just say the word and get out of here Baby, you and me could leave right now Meet me out back if you like how that sounds

His voice smooth and sexy, she felt weak in the knees. She didn’t know he could sing. My god another to love about him. She was a goner, if she had any walls left they were completely gone now. She grabbed his hand and they made their way out the door to his bike. Leo twirls her around grabbing her by the small of her back, his other hand brushing her hair behind her ear. His lips crashed down on hers, their lips part and their tongues dance together, fighting for dominance. He pulls back reluctantly, leaving her breathless and light headed. “Come on, I want to show you something.” He hands her a helmet and they drove off into the city that never sleeps.

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Jeezus fucking christ. Im genderfluid im sayin tht for ref and i was born afab

Nnnnd i prefer imagining i got ya knw....a dick cuz its super hotter to me then whats down there

I still feel nb like i have been all day but uhhh

Goddamn .....u made kitty sound HOT like not just those like simple things like u.....went all out there buddy

And uh......je3,us h crhist ive never wished ot4 more then anything

Also my main thought throo this especially after mikeys section is OH HELL NO (*cough yes*) EVERYOBE AVSOLUTELY KNWS WHAT UR DOIN BABY BOY CUZ ALL U TURTLES GOTTA SOME HEIGHTENED SENSE OF SMELL. alll of u ALLL OF THEM .

DAMN WELL KNWS.. WHEN ONE OF THEM DID SOME SHIT XD from the pheromones!!!! To the smell of sex. to probably knwing what each brother smells like aroused due to living in a small space for 13-18yrs (depending on the universe)

Oh ur not brin sneaky with ur brothers

Theyre just either to embarassed to bring it up unless u do it in front of them. Or just dont give a flying fuck xD

(Also th3 humans could GUESS if u come back pretty disheveled or fluffy dazed etc but the turtles....the turtles abd the rat would KNW and of course im guessing its more from the human mates perspective and ....mikey ...clearly did not tell her for her own sanity xD)

All of my moods throughout this. Also tagging @my-4-mutant-sons-nsfw-version idk if i can tag it to ur other one. Im pretty sure u just get notified on ur own abt it but i dont wanna cause any confusion between the blogs <3 but m4m sempai. U gotta see this shit

I’m going to request some head cannons about how each of the boys goes down on their s/o. Give me some juicy details, mama’s thirsty 😈

@turtle-babe83 wifey dear i hope this is what you had in mind.

I think I'm still going to write these into part of the sagas that have been going since the Masterbation request and Caught request. We'll see...if anyone is interested in that...let me know!

Leo:

· Does it as part of his love-making routine.

· For one, he’s a honorable gentleman of service: He’s an older brother. He’s a team leader. He protects a city. He protects a world. So, if he can be of ‘service’ to you, he’s more than happy to humble himself and BE your pleasure.

· Secondly, he REALLY wants to make SURE you are ready for him and his size. He doesn’t want to move too quickly and rush your body before it is ready for him. It would kill him to harm you in any way, especially when the intimacy is supposed to be a game of trust between partners. In every way he is your protector, including in the bedroom.

· However, he also uses it for Self-Therapy…when the training and meditation fail.

· If the team loses a particularly important fight or if Raph is being an especially annoying pain-in-the-ass, and training out the frustration doesn’t work and meditating out the frustration didn’t work, he’s coming to you.

· His approach during these times is less than cordial, more predatory.

· Often, the ninja sneaks up when you least expect him and emits a clicking growl, very crocodilian, at the nape of your neck.

· He’s done it so many times before that your body KNOWS what this means. The tiny hairs on your neck stand to attention and your folds are instantly drenched by a gush from within.

· There is no speaking during this time, there is no discussing it, there is no “maybe later”, the growl isn’t a request…it’s a primal demand.

· He’ll lose himself in your scent and juices for hours, trying to center back from the chaos whatever is bothering him. You are his gravitational force, you always center him.

· Keeps a bottle of honey on the nightstand. Most people think it’s for his nightly teas, but you know better now that your relationship has progressed into the intimate realm.

· He likes to allow the honey to slowly drool out of the bottle and wrap itself, achingly-agonizingly slowly, around your hood before he sucks it off. (It’s about control….and patience.)

· Will repeat this process over and over, each time your clit is assaulted with COLD, wanton sensations from the slow moving honey only to experience a 180 degree turn by then being ravaged by his hot needy mouth and coarse tongue.

· He will repeat this dance of sloooowwwww drizzling and hungry devouring until you are a spent jelly mess, laying helpless on the bed. Then he finally crawls on top of you to cage you in between his arms and body, and moves on to the next step of his love-making.

Raph:

· Devours

· He doesn’t finesse it, he doesn’t add pretense to it, he just fucking eats you alive.

· There’s not a taste in this world that he loves more than pussy and he owes this knowledge to you, from that first time you allowed his head between your legs.

· Since then, he’s been an insatiable ASS about it.

· Wants the pussy nearly 24/7, no matter what’s going on.

· Leo says it’s training time? “Nah, Fearless, I’ve got puss to eat”.

· Patrolling or fighting the Foot? The dude is busting heads like there’s no tomorrow, no patience at all…especially not for a Leo Plan, because he’s got to get back to that “good-good”.

· Family dinner time? Your food is getting cold while he keeps you pinned down in his room.

· That time of the month? “Baby girl, that’s just more protein for me. Wolf Moon, here I come.”

· Crowded venue, such as the police station (meeting with Chief Vincent) or Vern’s pad for a party? He’s still getting a taste! Raph: “We’ll be back in a minute, I’ve got to eat or I’ll get low blood sugar and become an ass”. Casey: “Dude, you’re already an ass." Raph: “Ok then, I’ll become more of an ass…is that what you want?”

· Yeah, the dude’s embarrassing about it…I HOPE you don’t embarrass easily.

· Loves to use his size to his advantage during these activities. Keeps your thoroughly pinned down with one hand planted to the middle of your abdomen while is his other hand is free to do as it pleases.

· LOVES to add a thick finger into your pussy when you are least expecting it, just so that he can feel your body jump from the intrusion and to hear you yelp just a bit.

· Loves to laugh into your folds from hearing you yelp.

· Uses his very large, yet dexterous tongue to reach deep inside your canal and find that g-spot all on its own. Being so deep with his tongue causes him to drool all over your sweet ass…and he LOVES drooling on your ass.

· Speaking of ass, loves to add a thick green digit in there too. Doesn’t want one hole to feel lonely and left out. (Definitely uses his drool from your ass as lubrication)

· Also likes to lay down on the weight bench and ‘bench press’ you down into his face. Legs splayed open and his mouth just lapping at those juicy lips. Lips smacking goodness!

· Will also use his deep CHURRING vibrations, especially when he’s bench pressing you, to cause your sex to drip for him.

· The vibrations alone feel like his dick, touching all of you deep inside all at once. There isn’t any holding back when he starts vocalizing. Your body just pours everything it has out for him.

Mikey:

· Mikey is the Exhibitionist

· Wants to ‘collect’ places where he’s eaten you out.

· It all started at the skate park one night. His flying skills just put you in a ‘mood’. The next thing he knows is that your legs are wrapped around his head.

· You looked beautiful laying on the ramp as he kissed across your stomach, bit at your thighs, sucked at your lips and clit. The way you called out his name right there out in the open, it got his shell SOOOOO TIGHT.

· After that night, the excitement of being out in the open, all up in the middle of your ‘business’, he couldn’t get enough of the exhilarating experience.

· You two have defiled the Jumbotron at the basketball game, as the audience below cheered you two on (well, not really you two, but you imagined it that way).

· Mikey’s had you on nearly every horizontal surface of the lair…most of the time when everyone is home asleep (just for the thrill of maybe getting caught).

· One of your favorite places is Donnie’s lab, right there on his computer desk…sometimes even while he’s away for a short trip of brewing a pot of coffee.

· You’ve done it on Raph’s weight bench, with the big behemoth just a few feet away in the kitchen.

· You’ve done it on the hood of Casey nice sports car, right there in the parking garage of his building.

· You’ve done it on Casey & April’s fire escapes during a group get-together.

· And for some reason, you can’t get enough of defiling every surface in Vern’s fancy apartment.

· It’s not just the locations that excite Mikey either, he loves adding flair to it by getting you into positions that add spice to the experience.

· One of his favorite things to do is show off his strength and sense of balance by holding you up against a wall and hoisting you into the air, to where your delicious cunt is level with his snout.

He loves to eat you as you shake and quake from pleasure, sitting in his hands, your hands more often than not braced on the ceiling and you desperately trying not to moan too loudly…since others are usually just a few feet away (unaware of your shenanigans).

· Another favorite position for spice is having you bend over some type of surface with your cunt and ass on display for his tongue. He loves to get down on his knees and “pray to the Ass Gods”.

· The boy enjoys eating ass and rimming as much as he loves anything else.

· As his tongue is circling the tight hole between your cheeks he likes to grunt, hum, and churr to add vibration and heighten the sensations for you. He loves how wet you get just from those taboo activities.

· You can count on him nipping and biting his way across your ass cheeks and pulling at your labia with his teeth. Anything to make it harder for you to keep quiet during your public face fuck sessions.

Donnie:

· Donnie is the Voyeur and Edging Master

· He’s the observer.

· Wants to watch you slow open yourself to him, touch yourself, circle your clit, run your delicate fingers along your folds, to watch your pussy lips slowly glisten with want.

· When he’s thoroughly enjoyed watching your start, he’ll come over to make sure you don’t finish…

· Hold on to your patience…he’s the Edging Master, it’s going to be a long night.

· Kisses up your thighs to the apex and your heat. Slowly lays his long body between your legs so that he can churr and vibrate the bed, and you, as he teases your aching cunt.

· Starts out with tiny soft teasing kisses to your throbbing hood, little licks and nibbles to your delicate pussy lips. Never applying too much pressure as to cause pain, or pleasure, more to frustrate and cause desire.

· Gradually working up the pressure as the minutes tick by to get you to your tipping point…. Uses his churring vibrations throughout the experience to edge you soooooo close to the precipice that you can feel it…it’s RIGHT THERE! Just one more second…

· But then he stops his activities all together to kiss the inside of your knee and chuckle at your wanton whine.

· Uses his hands to massage and work the muscles of your thighs and buttocks as he plays his game, making you feel comfort but not the mind-blowing pleasure you are chasing.

· He repeats the process, takes you to the summit of desire over and over again, only to deny your free fall into the abyss.

· When he’s thoroughly had his fun and believes you are about to go mad with need, he’ll bring out one of his favorite inventions. He boy actually made a tiny vibrator that wraps around his tongue.

· So, when he finally takes you to the top and over edge, he does it full force. You have his mouth cupping your sex, he’s sucking your clit like there’s no tomorrow, he’s churring and vibrating EVERYTHING in and around you, and in addition to the churring vibrations is the different frequency of pulses from the vibrator attached to the boy’s tongue. It’s TOO DAMN MUCH.

· SENSORY OVERLOAD

· GOOD BYE MIND

· You are hoarse for days after because you’ve never experienced an orgasm so powerful in all your life.

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