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notnctu · 4 years ago

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haechan: the cocky | vol 1

━ welcome home to housemating smut series :)

☆ click the link above to read background info about this housemate!

☆ GENRE: smut, pwp ☆ DETAILS: fem!reader, college!au, housemate!au ☆ WARNINGS: oral, voyeurism, explicit language ☆ WC: 2,659 ☆ SYNOPSIS: on this sunny afternoon, you’re home alone while everyone else is in class... or so you thought. as haechan’s name spills from your lustful mouth, he mindlessly comes in thinking that you’re calling for him. instead, he walks in to see you fingers deep and in need of some assistance, again.

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: happy halloween everyone!! pls read the background info before proceeding with the fic!! absolutely pwp, there is no real plot here besides smut LOL and yes there will be a part two ! maybe multiple parts idk yet lol depends on my story building

Tossing your backpack into the corner of your room, you pounce on your bed as quickly as possible. There was something about Haechan’s outfit choice today: baggy relaxed pants and an oversized plain white tshirt that only he could pull off. Something about his cool, carefree attitude riles up an inexplicable part of you. And though you didn’t have much time to drool over his incredibly impressive outfit before dashing for your 10 AM, it is all that’s been running through your head.

And truthfully if you had been caught staring for even a millisecond, you wouldn’t hear the end of it from him. You’ve seen this guy go two days straight sitting in his boxers and wrinkled old tee as he yells profanities at his computer monitor. Yet, in some egotistical world, Haechan still manages to be the cockiest person in the whole house.

Haechan has pulled quite a fair share of girls, but nothing in comparison to Jaehyun or Johnny. The reason behind his sly smirks and obvious traveling eyes could possibly be that he’s pulled you, quite a number of times.

Haechan never really peaked your interest until he became the one you spent the most time alone with. He is not the type to boast about his sexual encounters, so you really had to squeeze it out of him. Long talks of his cunnilingus tactics had you wet by the end of it all, not expecting that this gamer boy had such an eager passion for seeing girls squirm from his tongue.

Eager and strong enough passion to ask if he could get a taste of you, then proceeded to bring up all the moments that he has passed by your room to see you sprawled across your bed naked and rubbing one out. You had a poor habit of not closing your door all the way.

However strangely enough, you didn’t feel embarrassed that Haechan was the one who saw you. In fact, if anyone in the house did catch you masturbating, you’d hope it was him. Your relationship is comfortable to the point of seeing the worst sides of each other, you could be your true self around him because he wasn’t some playboy to impress. He is and always will be, Lee Haechan, the boy that sucks at arm wrestling.

So as you check your housemates’ locations and thinking that the coast is clear, you begin to peel off your bottoms and panties. Every naughty thought of Haechan rolls into your lustful mind. Tugging at his fluffy hair. His plushy tongue against your clit. His light spanks against your ass. His needy hands gripping your thighs. His low throaty moans.

You get into your favorite position --- ass up, on your knees and legs spread open, with your face buried in a pillow. Your hand tries to mimic his touch: gently teasing your nipples, trailing down your stomach until you reach your sensitive bud. Your fingers gather your slick and automatically, Haechan’s name escapes your lips. Closing your eyes, you recall all the times he’s eaten you out until you’ve seen stars.

Now if Haechan wasn’t so forgetful, he wouldn’t have to drive all the way back home to grab his notebook for lecture. When the boy enters the house, he takes note of your scattered shoes at the door and the faint sound of your voice. Curiously, he walks up the stairs to the rooms and hears you calling for him and concludes that you probably heard him come home.

When he approaches your slightly opened door, he sees an image that immediately halts him in his tracks. Through the rather large slit, he has the clearest view of your dripping pussy and quick fingers rubbing at your clit. And he registers your calls for moans. You were moaning his name, not calling for him.

He glances around at the other open rooms to check if anyone else is home, but that is probably why you thought it would be completely fine to not close your door, again. When he returns to the incredibly sexy scene of you masturbating to the thought of him, you’re so lost in your own pleasure that you don’t even hear his heavy breathing.

A tent forms in his pants as he feels all his blood rushing to his shaft. He’s beyond turned on, like come on, it’s him you’re thinking about. This does nothing, but fuel his already large ego. Haechan enters your room and clears his throat, “you should really learn to close your door, baby.”

Your momentum breaks at the sheer fear of someone else’s voice. Panic settles and the first thing you see when you look up is Haechan’s small smirk. He leans against the frame of your door, arms crossed and eyes never leaving your figure.

“Why are you home?!” You throw a pillow at him, very well annoyed at his presence and for ruining your private time. Sitting up on your knees, you try covering your lower half with your blanket. Haechan is quick to stop you, while simultaneously shutting your bedroom door.

“I forgot my notebook.” He leans in, lips inches away from yours and his hand pulling the sheets off your body. “I have twenty minutes to spare, so let’s make this quick, mmh? Seems like you’re in need of my assistance... again.” His eyes are dark, and the sunlight that seeps through your shades shines so beautifully against his melanin. The faint smell of his cologne messes with your mind and god, you want him so bad and you hate that he can tell.

“Get back into your previous position and show me how you touch yourself.” He leaves a quick peck on the corners of your lips before standing at the end of your bed.

“What if I don’t want to?” You’re not usually bratty with other partners, but Haechan’s assertiveness and overall aura draws it out of you so naturally.

He pokes his tongue at the inside of his mouth, protruding his cheek and tilts his head at your bratty attitude. Staring you down with hungry eyes and a raised eyebrow, he says in a serious tone, “no time for games right now. You want me or not?”

“Yes, please.” You nod with urgency once you realize that Haechan still had class to get to. Turning back around, you rest comfortably on your elbows with your knees firm on the mattress. Your hand travels down to circle your clit again, resuming your previous lustful actions before Haechan interrupted you.

Every jolt runs down your legs as a pumping surge of electricity, all the way down to your toes. Haechan palms himself watching you get back into the mood, biting his bottom lip at the delicious sight of your glistening, pretty pussy on display for him. It doesn’t take much before he hurries to get under you and in between your legs.

He lays back flat on the bed as you hover over him, your hand still rubbing intensively at your bud and your juices collecting in your palm. Taking your wrist, he guides your wet fingers into his mouth. You moan knowing your fingers are being cleaned by Haechan, him sucking your taste off of you.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groans, bringing your hips closer to his face. Without another second of hesitation, he licks a long strip across your clit.

“Hyuck..” It has been established between the two of you that you have special rights to use his government name. He loves how hot it sounds coming from you, like it is meant to be spoken only by you. “..I��m.. already.. going to burst.”

He kisses your inner thighs, then encapsulates your bud in his mouth. Your legs give out at the mind blowing pleasure that comes with Haechan’s plushy licks. His tongue doesn’t leave your clit for more than a second, suckling and rubbing it like his life depended on it.

When you peer down at him, his face is entirely pressed up against your body: nose digging into your skin and mouth latching on for a taste. He gives your ass a little spank, then grabbing a handful to squeeze. The tinge of pain turns into pleasure as the feeling of static runs throughout your lower half.

Haechan tries to free himself from his pants, growing painfully hard that it began to feel strained. One hand unzips and tugs down hastily at his bottoms, his cock springing up and slapping against his stomach. He lifts his shirt up as far as it can go, not once breaking his attention on making you feel good.

You yelp when his two fingers enter your hole abruptly, gathering enough of your slick to cover his own dick. With your wetness, he strokes his tip with his thumb and the vibrations from his moans sends shivers down your spine. But Haechan is more than skilled at multitasking, jerking himself off while he eats you out.

“Fuck, are you touching yourself?” Your head turns enough to see movement in your peripheral vision. You can infer two things: Haechan is half naked and fucking his hand so fast that it shakes the bed a bit.

“Of course I am. You’re fucking hot, baby.” He only pulls away briefly to speak, his soft tongue flicking rapidly harder against you now. Haechan knows you’re close, without you needing to say much. Your toes curl at the intensity, your moans become louder, and you’re gripping onto his hair as tightly as possible.

The peak of your mountain is at the tip of your lips, your legs are about to give out at any moment, but Haechan is showing no mercy to slow down. “Just like that, shit.” Your hips mindlessly grind with his fast-paced rhythm.

Haechan can feel his own release coming just as quick, his own grip growing tighter around his shaft as his hips have no caution to stop. “Give it to me, (Y/N).” His low grunts solely push you to your edge, as you announce your orgasm.

Your shaking legs uncontrollably twitch around his head as the euphoric feeling fills your blood stream. Like a knot coming undone, it’s the most rewarding feeling you’ve ever felt. You try to catch your breath as Haechan unlatches from your swollen clit, and his moans replace yours.

“(Y/N),” He barely manages to speak and you look down in between your legs to see him biting his bottom lip hard and eyes closed. “--I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk... when I get back..” and with that, he cums all over his lower stomach, short strings of white landing across his body.

You roll off of him, grabbing tissues from your nightstand to clean him up. “Are you still going to make it?” A hoarse laugh rumbles your chest as Haechan remembers the lecture he has to attend.

“I’ll just show up late.” Wiping the last bit off of him, he gets up to hurriedly zip himself up. “Why are you suddenly so needy?” He jokes, partially. A smug grin appears reminding you of his haughty personality.

You scoff at his remark, “I am more than capable of taking care of myself.”

“Yeah, but why do that when I clearly give you the best orgasms of your life.” He shrugs, his tone being quite matter of fact. He chuckles mischievously at your displeased expression, running out your room before you can chase him out.

“Okay, I’m leaving!” He yells from the hall, hurrying down the stairs to catch the last half of his lecture.

“Bye, thank you... I guess..” You pull your panties up, your voice trailing off when you step out of your room to the top of the stairs to watch him leave.

He stops to peer up at your obvious fucked out appearance, admiring you all in your glory. “Any time, baby. What are housemates for?” Haechan winks flirtatiously before he shuts the front door.

The rhetorical question repeats in your head, what are housemates for?

As everyone floods back home later in the day, you and Haechan act as if nothing happened. That’s the thing about you two, Haechan never really feels the need to brag to the others, only if provoked.

You two can live in this house with the other three not expecting a single thing, not knowing that there is courage behind Haechan’s bold statements. Not even the way Haechan stares at you sometimes can give anything away. This man is too slick, too quick on his feet to ever be caught.

“You make it to all your classes today, Haechan?” Johnny asks as the three of you devour the dinner Doyoung made, Jaemin once again not being home.

“Yes, dad.” Haechan answers sarcastically and stuffs his mouth full of dinner rolls. “I had a midterm that I totally aced.” He smiles proudly, but your ears catch onto the first half of his sentence and immediate guilt settles.

“You had a midterm?” The tone of your question raises a few eyebrows at the table, the rest of the boys wondering why you sounded so worried.

Nevertheless, Haechan doesn’t lose his cool. He simply bids you his sugary sweet smile and says, “not for that one.”

“No flirty eyes at the table.” Doyoung scowls as Haechan’s corner lip twitches into another infamous smirk. He somewhat enjoys the thrill of almost getting caught, you make it all too easy for the others to find out.

You gulp your food harshly and shy away from Haechan’s dark gaze, not knowing the right words to recover your slip up. Jaehyun acknowledges the confusion in the room, laughing nervously at your sudden bashfulness, “why did (Y/N) sound so worried?”

Your food gets stuck in your throat, waiting to hear what Haechan has to say to your nosy housemates. “I had to come home to grab my notebook and missed the beginning of class. She’s just looking out for me, it’s cute.”

And your eyes make the most dramatic roll, “I should’ve just let you to suffer the consequences.”

“But you’re a good girl.” Haechan barely lets you finish, his sharp-witted tongue almost cutting you off.

“(Y/N) is the best girl.” Johnny ruffles your hair and picks up your chin, being oblivious to the sexual tension between you and Haechan. “Now, did my best girl go to all her classes today?”

You push his large hand off of you, grumbling lowly, “yes, Johnny.” Mindful to not say dad as it would steer him with too much satisfaction, “unlike you delinquents, I actually go to class and stay for the whole thing.”

“I do too.” Doyoung bickers.

In response, you pinch his cheek harshly. “I know and I’m always proud of you, my bunny.”

Haechan clears his throat obnoxiously, “I’m going to play games, hop on when you all are done.” He takes a few more dinner rolls as he starts heading up the stairs with his plate of food.

“Can’t, I have someone coming over in a few.” Jaehyun stuffs his cheeks full of deliciousness.

“Me too.” Johnny chimes and you’re repulsed that more than half of the house is going to be having sex at the same time.

“In that case, that is my cue to leave and put on noise canceling headphones.” Doyoung gathers his plate to rush out of the scene.

Jaehyun and Johnny finish their dinners at an impressive speed, “don’t be too loud, Haechan!” Johnny loudly proclaims and though you can’t see Haechan’s face, you can imagine his devilish smile through the cadence of his voice.

“Oh, trust me. I won’t be the loud one tonight.” Your phone lights up from incoming texts. As your eyes register the messages, you almost choke on your food at the implications.

housemate haechan: come to my room when you’re done

housemate haechan: and don’t expect to walk tomorrow:)

And you’re finishing your dinner as fast as everyone else is, shamefully excited to make your way upstairs.

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years ago

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Kickstart My Heart Pt.II (Kang Yeosang) Rated

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Pairing: Racer! Kang Yeosang × Waitress!/Fuckgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Light Angst, Crack, 80s Au.

Summary: Getting the chance to spend time alone with Y/N, Yeosang jumps at the opportunity, getting a little more than he bargained for.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: Dumb attempts at humor, second hand embarrassment, Lynn is still creepy, slight voyeurism/ exhibitionism, making out in car, heavy petting, allusions to oral (male receiving).

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The two best friends giggled amongst themselves as they entered inside the establishment, hands full of bags that contained to go boxes with several assorted sandwiches, burgers and fries inside of them. Hearing the bell signal customers, the peppy blonde at the front counter looked up from the thick stack of papers in front of her, mouth automatically showcasing her perfect and commercial worthy smile she always used when greeting newcomers or even regulars.

"Good afternoon what can-" Her expression immediately soured, smile fading and in its place puckered lips took shape.

"Oh... it's just you two." She drawled out the last words, eyes rolling as she peered back at the papers she was busy with.

Looking over at each other, Lynn simply shrugged her shoulders as one of her eyebrows raised up in puzzlement. Meanwhile, Y/N couldn't contain the soft snort that passed through her tight sealed lips, the sound coming out more like a goofy raspberry that further irritated the girl at the counter.

"Hey Sora. How's your day going so far?" Y/N tried to make conversation, but it was obvious the girl wasn't having it, blatantly ignoring both of them as her hand scribbled even faster, pages being turnt at a fast speed. Shifting awkwardly in her stance, Y/N turned her head to look at her friend, who merely shook her head, face clearly indicating to her to not try to act nicer and to simply get to the point of why they had come all the way to the workshop.

"Are the boys still here?"

With a few muttered grumbles, Sora lifted her pen and pointed it behind her towards the door that led to the garage, silently answering where the mentioned individuals currently were.

"Thanks."

Sora let out a scoff as the two girls made their past the counter, annoyed ever so vastly by the fact she had no authority nor power to forbid them from going to the back. Being friends with Wooyoung and the rest of the gang, obviously they got special privileges that allowed them to come and go as they pleased not only in the shop but also down at the tracks. And frankly Sora hated it, hence why she didn't refrain from demonstrating her hostility towards Y/N and Lynn, but especially towards the latter for more personal and complicated reasons that everyone was aware of but Lynn herself.

"I don't know why you go out of your way to be friendly towards her. She's been needing to take a chill pill ever since high school." Lynn retorted. Putting down the bags she was carrying for a moment, she pulled the sides of her oversized denim jacket back over her shoulders, the top having slipped off rather uncomfortably on her torso.

"Honestly?...... merely to piss her off." Y/N snickered maliciously, her true intentions finally coming to light.

"Well I'd say you do a fantastic job then. She just takes one look at you and her blood is boiling." Lynn pointed out as she picked up the bags once more.

"Trust me Lynn, you anger her more than I do." Thay statement made the petite girl do a double take at the office behind them.

"Me? Whatever did I do to Barbie?" She questioned, never once recalling a moment where she even spoke two words to the preppy girl that wasn't a casual greeting or goodbye.

Y/N looked with a deadpanned expression to her friend.

"You seriously don't- you know what? Never mind."

Not wanting to waste time trying to explain to her frequently unobservant buddy why Sora had a price on her head, Y/N just quickly rushed over towards the group of men huddled around the red Ferrari F40, one of them hidden underneath it, no doubt in the process of checking or fixing minor issues. Seeing the girls approaching them, all of the boys quickly sprang to life, Wooyoung leading the entourage as they came up towards them.

"So our lovely diner girls actually decided to join us for a movie night. I knew you guys couldn't resist my deadly charm."

Not only were the girls unamused by his little joke, but even his friends behind him shook their heads, disapproving greatly of his overly confident and light narcissistic attitude that he exuded at times.

"I only came cause I am not going to spend a perfectly good Friday night cooped up in my house watching Dynasty." Y/N firmly stated, shutting down any further attempts of flirting directed towards her.

"I like to see people get stabbed or gutted to death."

Cringing at the macabre girl's overly calm response, Wooyoung tilted his head back and looked at the tallest member of the gang, nose crinkling significantly as he silently mouthed a few words over to him, deeply questioning his friend's taste. Said friend simply shrugged and stepped up closer towards the girls, not surprising anyone that he'd pick a stance that had him facing Lynn from the front as he always liked to do.

"Well I'm just really happy you guys decided to join us. I thought you would be happy at knowing it was a horror film."

Not too far behind him, San and Mingi were already giggling amongst themselves, sending each other signals and jokingly theorizing how the night was going to go like.

"I am exceedingly happy Yunho. My body is so filled with joy and immense contentment that I can hardly keep myself from grinning." Despite the jubilant sentence, Lynn's face displayed absolutely no emotion and her raspy and low toned voice was still as monotone and lifeless as it tended to be. Yunho's bright smile nearly faltered, feet rocking back and forth awkwardly as he did not know how to proceed after such a statement. Luckily Mingi stepped in and changed the topic.

"Please tell me there's food in those bags and that we can have some." He pointed to one of the many bags that the girls were carrying.

Lifting one hand up then the other, Y/N shook the contents lightly.

"Your favorites." She chuckled when San came up and tightly squeezed her body into a hug.

"This is why I love you both." Y/N did not mind the slightest bit when he suddenly pulled her face towards his, mouth pressing hard and intense pecks on her cheek repeatedly as a show of gratitude. She was so used to his affectionate nature.

Turning around, Wooyoung cupped his hands over his mouth so that his voice could resonate loudly.

"Yeosang quit tinkering with it already! You're going to get dirty and we have a movie to catch." He shouted at whom the girls presumed was under the race car.

"You literally have speakers built into your vocal chords, there was no need for that makeshift megaphone." Lynn grumbled at him, causing the male next to her to burst out in a fit of giggles.

"Speakers built in hie vocal chords. Good one." Lifting his hand up, Yunho held it up towards Lynn, expecting her to high five him back but was instead met with her cold, squinting eyes that inspected his palm.

"Your aura is overly forced....and you have leftover grease on your hand." She looked away after finishing that sentence. Hearing her say that made Yunho instantly check his hand, immediately wiping it off on his jeans as he mentally slapped himself for looking like an idiot in front of the girl he fancied.

Not paying mind to whatever was happening around her, Y/N's eyes were glued on the figure that emerged from under the car. She couldn't help but admire the strong and buff biceps that were peeking out of the plain white tshirt the man was wearing, sleeves slightly rolled up above his shoulders. The angelic face belonging to him looked even more dazzling due to the light sheen of sweat around his temples, no doubt caused by the work he was doing. Even as he reached for one of the cleaning towels so he could wipe the grime and oil off his hands, Y/N continued to gaze at Yeosang, mind already conjuring up many ideas and fantasies with him as the main protagonist.

"Oh sweetie, you're not making this any easier." She mused inwardly, one of her fingers twirling a strand of her hair.

Discarding the rag on one of the toolboxes nearby, Yeosang carefully approached the group of friends, still awkward in interacting with all of them, trait that only helped in making him stand out like a sore thumb, more than he already did. Clamping a hand over his new buddy's shoulder, Wooyoung brought a hand up and patted one of his squishy cheeks.

"Now that you're finally here we can go." Looking around, Wooyoung gestured around.

"So who's riding with who?"

Immediately Yunho turned his face towards the girl next to him, about to voice out his want of having her in his car, but it seemed as if his plans would fall through as Mingi latched an arm around him.

"I'm going with Yunho." He seemed determined not to let go of him.

"Why? So you can cling to him during the scary parts?" A chorus of laughter poured out at San's amusing words.

"As if!" Mingi huffed, though it was more than obvious to everyone that it was precisely as San had predicted.

"Mingi... I was kinda hoping I could... you know?" Yunho tilted his head over to Lynn, making him get the picture of what he wanted.

"Whatever happened to bros before hoes?" Mingi sighed as he detached himself from Yunho.

"Ok then. Yunho you go with Mingi, San you can take the girls and I'll keep Sangie here company since he's still a little bit shy you know."

It seemed as if it was all decided about how their night was going to run, so Y/N knew she had to speak up and take the opportunity before it was all settled.

"Why don't I ride with Yeosang instead?"

Hearing her suggestion, the male in question widened his eyes in shock, not expecting her to voice that out loud. Even Wooyoung found it slightly odd and suspicious that she'd say that. But then he remembered the type of girl Y/N was and it started to set off alarm bells in his mind.

"Oh it's ok Y/N. You probably won't like to have him scream in your ear and cover his eyes like a baby at the jump scares." Not taking kindly to such blasphemous talk about him that painted an inaccurate picture.

But Y/N remained undeterred. She would stand her ground no matter what.

"Oh please, I insist. I'd love to take care of him..." She did not hide the sultry way she said that last part, eyes locked on Yeosang's, the boy swallowing hard and pressing himself further into Wooyoung's side. Wanting to bargain even further, Y/N took hold of her friend.

"How about this? Lynn goes with Yunho and Mingi, you ride with San and I get Yeosang?"

San cupped a hand over his mouth to muffle the laugh he wanted so desperately to release.

"I don't think it's just him she wants to get." He chuckled to himself.

"You're seriously leaving me alone with these 2 giants?" Lynn pointed to the two men at her right, one of which obviously was more than willing to welcome the arrangement.

"I promise Mingi won't disturb you too much with his crying." Yunho swore to her, hand coming up to clasp around Mingi's mouth when he attempted to protest that decision.

Wooyoung looked over to Yeosang, leaning in and dropping his voice so that only he could hear.

"If you don't want to, just say the word and I'll get her off your case." He offered. Although they had only met just a couple days ago, Wooyoung felt compelled and obligated to look out for the new boy, even if it meant protecting him from his other friends.

Knowing that he probably shouldn't and that it was a bad idea, Yeosang glanced over at Y/N. Meeting her eager eyes and cunning smile, any resolve to stay close to Wooyoung was immediately dispelled from his mind. He might never get another opportunity such as was presented to him and he would be lying to himself if he didn't admit that he was rather curious to find out more about the young vixen that he had heard so much about since he moved into town. With an assured smile that slightly worried Wooyoung, Yeosang stepped forward and held out his hand towards Y/N.

"Shall we get going then?"

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Unable to focus his attention towards the gigantic screen right in front of him, Yeosang slumped down further in his seat, fingers tugging his red sweater over his body. Every few seconds or so, he'd turn his head to peer at the girl on the passenger seat, looking exceedingly calm and collected unlike him. He was overly anxious to the point his food was still untouched, sitting in the backseat, long forgotten. Y/N, although collected, was bored out of her mind, elbow rested on the window, head being supported on her palm as her eyes never lingered away from the gore filled scenes being displayed across from them. There was a deafening silence inside the black Iroc Camaro, the tension between both individuals becoming increasingly thick.

Becoming desperate after 40 minutes of not getting him to make a move or even attempt to break the ice, she decided it was time to take matters into her own hands. Unzipping her green varsity jacket, Y/N began to slide it off her shoulders, revealing the low cut crop tank that she was hiding thus far.

"It's so hot today, don't you think?" She asked him as she tossed the clothing item behind her before settling back into her seat, fighting hard to keep her signature smirk off her face.

If he wasn't feeling hot before, Yeosang certainly started to feel heated after she had taken off her jacket. His hand reached out to grab the cup of soda in the cup holder, gulping most of the contents and ice down to help cool him down. He made an effort not to glance back at his companion anymore, knowing if he did he would have been unable to keep his eyes off her chest. Although it was dark and he turned away almost immediately, he had not missed the fact that she had chosen not to wear a bra, her nipples slightly poking out through the thin and flimsy shirt that even slowed one to make out the outline of her areolas. It was definitely a weakness of his, and Y/N was quick to find that out. Thumb coming up to her mouth, she began biting down on the nail to keep from giggling at Yeosang's reaction. He was devastatingly adorable with his wide eyes and stiffened posture, knee restlessly bouncing up in an agitated fashion. Looking in between his legs, she felt disappointed that she hadn't caused enough damage to earn a tent forming in his pants. He obviously knew how to calm himself in time. That wasn't enough to make her give up. On the contrary, it only hardened her resolve to get him to break.

Letting out an overly dramatic sigh, she reached her hands inside of her tank top. Cupping her breasts in her palms, she started off with slow movements, massaging them gently. Her eyelids started to flutter, closing only briefly as very faint and soft sighs were being exhaled through her nose. Although it was mostly done to tease the boy next to her, she got carried away and started to become more and more turned on with what she was doing. Each time she'd purposefully pinch and pull at her hardening peaks, a muffled whine would be heard coming from her throat, legs starting to spread inch by inch as her planters started to stick against her core.

Opening her eyes and tilting her head, she witnessed Yeosang's astounded expression that also held some lust in it. He was no longer sipping from his drink, but rather his teeth and tongue were merely toying around with the blue plastic straw as the grip on the base of the cup was lightly crushing it. The movie ultimately failed its purpose of keeping him distracted as his attention had fully diverted over to the sexy girl next to him, watching intently as she pleasured herself, wishing that it were his hands instead that were ministering such devotion to her breasts.

"Wanna be a doll and help me out here?" It seemed as if she had read his mind.

Without even a second of hesitation, Yeosang reached down and adjusted his seat back as far as it could go. Jumping at the invitation, Y/N climbed on top of him until she was straddling his lap. Yeosang's hands eagerly clasped around her waist, thumbs circling on the skin of her exposed abdomen. Cupping his cheeks, Y/N leaned her face down and harshly entangled her lips over his own. Yeosang hummed softly as he tasted the remnants of her cherry flavored chapstick, head tilting back when one of her hands tugged at his hair. His hands didn't hesitate to trail up and cup her mounds through her shirt, taking over the job that was previously being done by the owner's hands. Her insistent mouth parted his trembling lips, tongue poking out ever so slowly until it began divulging in the sweet taste of his wet cavern. Although he was no stranger to French kissing, Yeosang had never experienced a makeout session as intense as the one Y/N offered. She was very skilled and experienced, as proven by the swirl and swivel of her tongue against his own. He couldn't stop the moans pouring out from inside him, his hips bucking up into hers as if on instinct while his hands became more harsh and aggressive as they grasped at her breasts with near ferocity. Y/N would only pull away from their kiss for a few seconds to allow him to catch his breath before her lips lured him back into her. It was finally dawning on Yeosang's mind why so many men became captivated by her charms, even when knowing what the outcome would be. Here he was, the most lovely and hottest girl he'd ever met in his life, on his lap, making out with her while simultaneously getting to second base. He felt so damn lucky. But Y/N wanted to take it up a notch, not satisfied with ending the night with just heavy petting.

Sliding off his lap, she suprised him when she took hold of his belt and began to take it off him. Getting an inkling as to what she might have had in mind, Yeosang took hold of her wrist, making her head shot up at him.

"Is something wrong?" She began to get a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Had she really fucked things up already.

Yeosang turned beet red as he swallowed harshly, trying hard to form the words his head was attempting to sought.

"Are you.... are you a virgin?" She felt like she would have died if the answer was yes.

Seeing her worried face, Yeosang quickly shook his head.

"No! I'm most certainly not a virgin." He sounded almost offended at the insinuation, but it helped calm Y/N down, releasing a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

"I just...I've never tried...that before."

His confession just made him cuter in her eyes, previous desire to corrupt and play with him only heightening to new levels after that revelation. Wanting to entice him, she moved her hand to cup at his bulge, loving the way he immediately gasped when she started palming him through his jeans. He bit down at his lip so harshly he believed it would draw blood. He wouldn't contain himself as he bucked his hips up into her palm, desperately wanting her to help him out with his problem. When her fingers reached for his zipper again, he didn't stop her, he merely lifted his hips up to help her as she pulled his pants down by the belt loops, his hardened cock popping out to greet her, surprising her when she noticed how large and thick it was, the head leaking with precum which she used to her advantage and began spreading it down his shaft. The contact of her hand gripping him had Yeosang shuddering, low groaning spilling out his lips. Looking up at him with a devilish grin, Y/N began lowering her head until her lips brushed against his tip.

"Just sit back and relax pretty boy."

A raspy wheeze was caught in Yeosang's throat as soon as he felt her warm mouth on his length, hands flying behind him to clutch at the leather seat of the car. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It felt so dirty, so wrong and yet he wanted it. He wanted her........

He didn't care if he was playing with fire and he'd get burned by the end of it.

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bodycountgame · 3 years ago

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hey! love body count! could you tell us what the ros were wearing on the first day in the villa? i believe it described nyra and adegoke's clothes but not any others and i want my fanart to be accurate lol

Generally speaking I leave the specifics of peoples outfits to imagination, cause I think it gives a bit more creative interpretation with how you want to picture the characters.

I've given a bit more detail below, but there is no 'wrong' way to imagine what they wear really.

I think a few of their outfits are briefly mentioned, but…

Adegoke – So Adegoke’s outfit is briefly described, but I based it on this.

Arthur – Maybe something like [x or x]? Posh boy stuff.

Avery – So Avery always wears a blazer when she’s at work (usually a fun colour, though) and she loves a killer heel. She usually errs on the side of smart casual, so she’d wear like jeans and a nice top and a blazer?? Something like [x or x]

Charlie – Has basically never owned a plain t shirt. In the villa he’s been embracing the hot weather, so I think he’s in something like this (although possibly with an even tackierHawaiian shirt). Generally speaking, you’d see him in things like [x or x]

Ellis – Loves a blouse + trouser + belt combo, it’s basically all they wear. They’d be in something like [x or x]

Florrie – I totally imagine Florrie wearing this, or something similar.

Griff – Griff is a very simple dresser – I think he’s just in a plain white t shirt and a pair of denim shorts.

Imogen – I think for Day One, Imogen would probably be wearing something like [x or x]. Immi generally has the most ~cottagecore~ aesthetic.

Nyra – In something like [x or x] but she has an army jacket (like this but probs a little more oversized) that she wears with basically everything hahaha.

Syd – I guess Syd’s aesthetic would be best described as kind of grungey? They love a ripped jean & they wear a lot of black, so I could see them going for something like [x or x] (although without a jacket cause it’s hot. Probs just a black tshirt).

Vinh – Vinh’s style is quite eclectic, but I can see them in something like [xor x] on Day One.

#if any of these contradict with my in game descriptions then no they don't looool #i didn't want to reread so this is just plucked from my brain soz #ch: adegoke #ch: arthur #ch: avery #ch: charlie #ch: ellis #ch: florrie #ch: griff #ch: imogen #ch: nyra #ch: syd #ch: vinh

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renjouu · 3 years ago

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Insecurities

lee! joshua

ler! seventeen

summary: joshua has been feeling insecure recently and the members know it. they know exactly how to make him feel better.

it’s been a while since joshua has done a vlive alone or with the members. that was because last time he went on vlive, lots of people were commenting about his appearance. he felt upset with himself, knowing he also upset the fans about how he looks in general.

“joshua get ready! we’re gonna do a group vlive today!” scoups called out.

this was it. joshua knew he couldn’t get away with this since it was a ‘group’ vlive. but, maybe he could avoid the negative comments about him.

he put on an oversized hoodie and baggy sweatpants. this should be it, right?

he walked towards the couch where all the members were hanging out.

“everyone get in your places, i’m about to start it!”

as soon as the vlive started, joshua just had to read the comments. he wanted to avoid the negativity but he was still interested in what people were commenting.

“wow all the members look nice!…expect joshua. what is he wearing?”

“lol why is joshua dressed like a homeless person?”

“joshua doesn’t even look like he’s apart of the group lmao”

he kept reading and reading comments. he thought covering up most of his body would avoid the negativity but it was just as worse.

shortly after, someone snatched the phone out of joshuas hand. he looked at his side and it was seungkwan who snatched the phone. he didn’t even glance at joshua. it’s not like he was using the phone either.

joshua tried to take the phone back but seungkwan gave the phone to scoups before joshua could get it.

he didn’t want to make a fuss since they were on vlive so he also tried to look at the phone that was recording.

although, wonwoo, who was on the other side of him, pulled him back.

“what is wrong with them?” joshua thought.

during the rest of the vlive, wonwoo held joshua by his waist, not even letting go for a second. even if joshua tried to get away, wonwoo made his grip tighter.

because wonwoo had a tight grip on joshua, his hoodie was now up against joshuas skin, slightly revealing how “big” his stomach was. knowing him, joshua tried his best to adjust the hoodie but wonwoo wouldn’t let him.

wonwoo held joshuas arms also. eventually joshua grew tired and just gave up, he rested his head on wonwoo’s shoulder until the end of the vlive.

few hours later, scoups ended the vlive. this was when joshua thought wonwoo would let go of him, but he was wrong.

since the vlive already ended, joshua snapped. “come on! let me go! you’ve been like this for hours and i’m tired of it!” he shouted.

“should we do it now?” seungkwan asks the other members.

“do it.”

wonwoo pulled joshua onto his lap and held him with a tight grip so he couldn’t move.

“what’s going on?!”

“hyung, do you mind if we take off your hoodie? you know, it’s overwhelming hot. we don’t want you to overheat.” dino explains.

“…f-fine..” joshua wasn’t sure of this.

his plain white tshirt was revealed.

“wahh! joshua-hyung is so fit!” dino complimented.

joshuas abs was slightly seen through the shirt.

“i wanna see!” mingyu yelled out.

“woahhh!!” mingyu traced the abs with his finger.

“wahait- what’s gohoing on?” joshua was left confused.

“drop your workout routine will you?!” jeonghan exclaims.

“i…”

mingyu then turned the tracing into poking, which caused joshua to burst out in giggles.

“mihihingyu! stohohop thahat tihihickles!”

“alright, enough playing dumb guys. joshua, we know you’ve been feeling not so good about yourself. that’s why we are here to cheer you up a little bit!” scoups says while squeezing joshuas side.

“by tickling me?…” joshua gulped.

“exactly! now please move mingyu, i know his weak points.” jeonghan spoke out.

“i know your weak points too!” joshua suddenly argued.

“i- how dare you expose me like that! it was only you that knew i was ticklish!” jeonghan argued back.

“hyung, we all knew. he actually told us not too long ago after finding out.” hoshi spat out.

“hey we should all gang up on jeonghan one day! he’s basically ticklish everywhere and is an easy target.” scoups suggested.

“hey-! i… look, this is joshuas turn! don’t be making plans about me right now!” jeonghan pouted.

“alright, just tickle joshua already!” minghao says, getting impatient.

not even letting joshua say a word, jeonghan went straight for his ribs.

“HEHEHEY WHAHAT IS THIHIS?!”

“it’s called cheer-up-joshua!”

“STAHAHAHAP!”

joshua slumped into wonwoos grasp.

“THIHIHIS ISN’T FAHAHAHAIR-”

“just sit back and relax shua!”

“NAHAHAHA!”

“PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!”

“alright fine.” jeonghan stopped the tickle torture.

“who’s idea was this?!” joshua asked angrily.

“uhm…”

“it was jeonghans idea!” woozi snitched out.

“HOW DARE YOU SNITCH-” jeonghan shouted.

“i am so getting you back for this yoon jeonghan.”

“ahaha…look, i just wanted to-”

“i’m getting you back.”

“no please- look just listen to me-”

“is jeonghan scared of being tickled~?” jun teased.

“NO-!”

“i just think it’s very unfair how joshua wants to get back at me and not the other members.” jeonghan sighed.

“you’re the one who came up with the idea!” wonwoo spoke out.

“because i wanted to cheer him up!!”

“anyways, i’m still getting you back yoon jeonghan. you better be careful!”

“that’s not fair though!!”

“hyung, your acting like a baby right now.” dk laughed.

“jeonghan is like the fake maknae.” dino also laughed out.

“okay well how would you guys feel if someone wanted to get back at you…JUST YOU?!”

“that time didn’t come yet. i will think about it when it comes.”

“you guys are such jerks.”

“says you. your the one to talk.” scoups says as he pokes jeonghans side.

“dohon’t!”

“seee!!? i only poked him once and he giggled!”

“shut up!”

——————

authors note: yep, i’m definitely making a sequel to this lol- also this was kind of like a sickfic / tickle fic combined if you haven’t noticed yet :’)

#kpop tickle #seventeen

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parkersharthook · 4 years ago

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Fashion Headcanon

the fashion hc that no one asked for... (think college age)

Aang

Aang is all about comfort mixed with practicality and a hint of fashion/trendiness

Most days you’ll find him in athletic shorts or sweatpants in neutral tones like gray or white, with a plain tee

He also lives in his yellow high tops that are more dirt than yellow at this point. They’re super worn in and comfortable for him now, but it’s unusual to see him without them

But when he needs to dress up for events or dates or whatever, he likes to look nice but still casual

His idea of dressing up would be khaki pants (maybe joggers for casual dates) with a white button down/polo

One time he showed up to an event in his yellow converse so Katara got him some nice brown dress boots so he has /options/

You’ll also never find him in any cool tones, he loves warm colors (yellows, oranges, reds)

He’s overall a pretty happy and chill guy and that reflects in his clothing but he still has a grasp on what is acceptable in certain situations and definitely dresses appropriately

For the most part he just looks really snuggly and soft

Katara

Katara also really values comfort but she takes a little more pride in her appearance

For everyday wear she’ll usually wear jeans of some kind (usually distressed and mom style) but she’ll still look put together

If she’s wearing her blue jeans, she’ll pair them with a loose band tee that’s either cropped, tied in the front, or tucked in precisely (she loves showing the waist of her pants)

If she’s wearing black/white jeans, she’ll wear a blue shirt. She prefers navy and darker tones of blue but she has a quite a few in pastel as well

Sometimes the shirts are just tshirts, but sometimes they’re a little tighter and trendier to help her dress up the outfit

For the most part she lives in her doc martens, and she finds them to be both practical and adorable

However for fancier events she pops off

She’ll dress up in satin dresses that are navy and fall just below her knee or will wear white corduroy skirts with cute flowy tops

She has platform sneakers for when it’s not too fancy but she also has a lot of heels and sandals in neutral colors

Even though Katara does like to look good, because it makes her feel good, she isn’t too overly worried about her appearance

However in most people’s eyes, she never looks bad and walks with an effortless beauty that makes all her outfits look great

Sokka

Sokka lives for practical clothing

He wears basketball shorts almost every day (unless it’s cold and then he wears sweatpants) with a hoodie or plain tee

While he’s not out naked, he definitely doesn’t really put that much effort into his day to day look

But honestly he doesn’t really need to because Sokka is a hottie who wows everyone he meets

But he also works out a lot and works with his hands, so practical clothing is generally the only thing he thinks is appropriate

When he’s working on something a little more hands on, he’ll wear denim to protect his skin and he doesn’t really care if they get ruined, because they’re his work pants

However when he dresses up… he is a stunner

He’ll wear form fitting pants that show off his toned thighs and butt. They’ll usually be either dark blue or black dress pants

He pairs that with a usually white (occasionally a lighter blue or black) dress shirt that is typically rolled up to his elbows but that’s good because his forearms

Despite the fact that he usually wears sneakers or boots every day, his shoe collection is pretty impressive because he’s a prepared man. So he wears nicer polo shoes or low cut brown boots to pull together the look

People never really expect Sokka to look as fine as he does at those events, because they’re used to seeing him very casual and comfy

But even though people think Sokka doesn’t care about his appearance, he does… he just doesn’t like to waste time on work/school days when he could sleep a little more

But when he can actually get dressed up, he kinda lives for it

For the most part, Sokka dresses how he pleases and doesn’t let others tell him what to do with himself

But he’s comfortable in his style and in his skin which makes him confident

Toph

Toph grew up with overbearing parents who dictated how she dressed, and so when she began to live on her own she really wanted to explore other styles and options

For a while she experimented with casual fancy styles like sundresses and skirts and such. And honestly she really likes them and thinks they’re cute, but not for day to day

She then evolved into more of a skater, tomboy look which she really rocks

She has a wide range of jean, khaki, and athletic shorts that she pairs with simple shirts

Her shirts are usually band tees, or plain colors and she really likes earth tones

She has likes oversized outerwear, like big flannels, hoodies, or bombers that kind of swallow her frame

She prefers shorts but when she wears pants, it’s usually sweatpants or yoga pants. She doesn’t like her bottoms to be too tight and restricting because she likes to have full range of motion, so if they’re tight they have to be stretchy

Also she kicks the bottom of all her shoes out so she can see (yes bending exists here and she’s blind bc I say so), but she mainly wears canvas sneakers like vans or low converses

Because she experimented early on with her outfits, when she has to dress up she really likes casual sundresses

Sometimes she’ll wear a jean skirt, but none of her dresses or skirts will be tight

She’s not necessarily trying to hid her body/curves but she’s just so much more comfortable in loose/flowy clothing and it still looks really good on her

Even at fancier events, she’ll wear sneakers because sandals don’t really work without bottoms and heels are a fat no

She has “nicer” sneakers that she keeps clean for those events but for the most part she has an excuse and a comeback to anyone who tries to diss her shoes

Like Sokka, she’s pretty comfortable in her clothing and doesn’t put too much effort into it

However, because of all the years she spent with her parents where she had zero options, it isn’t uncommon to see Toph trying the newest trends as soon as they come out, to see if she vibes with them or not

Zuko

Like Toph, Zuko was also forced to dress in a certain way due to his familial upbringing

In contrast though, he found a way to express himself through his clothes while still fitting into the expectations placed on him

Zuko lives in dark clothes. The only sense of color he has are dark red shirts/hoodies, one pair of grey sweatpants, and a deep navy shirt he stole from Sokka

Everything else is black

But that doesn’t mean they’re all boring and the same

A lot of his clothing has small details woven into the seams which shows that Zuko puts a lot of effort into the clothing he puts on

He mostly wears black jeans but he has a huge range of styles including skinny, distressed, boyfriend, baggy, and straight legged

He tends to focus on the bottom half more, styling his outfit around his pants and then pairing a simple tee

Kinda imagine an eboy vibe but more chill

He wears converses, vans, or other flat sneakers for the most part

When he needs to dress up, he still sticks to dark tones

His go to is black dress pants that are pretty tight and either a black or red button up

He has a few suits from growing up but he loathes them with a passion and prefers to look casual when dressing up

Zuko likes to put effort into his appearance because it helps channel his energy and he thinks that if he looks presentable, people will be less likely to judge him on his past or his scar

He gets pretty self-conscious and insecure when he tries new things, and it’ll take him a while to expand his closet into other styles

He’s comfortable with his look and he isn’t too keen on trying new things but he isn’t completely opposed

Suki

Suki, much like Katara, has this look of effortless beauty

However for her, she does put effort into her outfit pretty much everyday

She also wears earth tones for the most part, but her closet does have a large variety

On the day to day she’ll wear skinny jeans, yoga pants, or athletic shorts with a cute top

Though her clothes aren’t that fancy, she matches them all really well and her makeup is always impeccable

Her top selection is bigger and is made up of mostly cropped tees and tighter crop tops

However, her guilty pleasure is large sweaters and hoodies that she’s stolen from her guy friends and it’s pretty common to find her styling those with jeans and cute shoes

She also has a pair of red high tops, that much like Aang, she has worn down to the point where they’re more dirt than anything

And while she doesn’t wear them every day, they’re definitely a staple in her closet

But suki honestly lives for platform sneakers, they don’t have to be super tall but anything that gives her a little lift makes her that much more confident

When she dresses up, she shares a lot of the same styles with Toph

She really likes sundresses with sneakers, or rompers with sandals

However when she really has to get fancy, she’ll wear longer dresses that fall below her knee or all the way to the floor with a pair of heels and she’ll be feeling herself

Suki is overall pretty adventurous with her outfits, but she also knows what she likes

She’ll try the new trends and take suggestions from her friends, but she’s also not scared to say no and go comfy yet put together for a day

She’s one of those girls that kinda looks great in everything and people really wish they had her closet but half the time she’s borrowing things from friends to piece together outfits

Yue

Yue loves clothes

Simple as that

She grew up with money, but without the overbearing parents and she’s always had an affinity for dressing up and following the new trends as well as the older ones

She finds that waking up and making herself look good, gets her ready for the day and helps put her into the right headspace

She also lives for light pastels, typically of the cooler hues but sometimes she’ll venture into the pinks and reds

On the day to day she’ll wear either light blue or white bottoms (you name it: skirts, shorts, pants, whatever) and a plain shirt

A lot of her clothing has lace on it, it’s just something that Yue really likes

And all the light colors look amazing against her dark skin

She wears chunky sneakers or flats mostly, because they’re cute but also comfortable to walk in

She also usually has an accessory, whether it be a purse, sunglasses, or a cute bandana, she likes to add little things that pull her outfit together

She definitely looks better than most on the day to day because she really enjoys looking nice

However she still has the skill of not looking overdressed

When she dresses up, she looks ethereal

Like Katara, she likes satin and silk a lot because it’s comfy and soft and often falls effortlessly

She tends to wear dresses that are just at her knee or are tea length, and doesn’t really like floor length dresses

The only really short stuff she wears are her skirts and shorts

She also really likes heels when she’s dressing up, and a slit in her dress to show off her legs

She’s super confident in her style and definitely loves finding inspiration from her friends, strangers, magazines and wherever she can find it

She also always looks amazing, even when she is dressed casually

Azula

Surprisingly, Azula isn’t really that flamboyant with her style

She likes simple looks like jeans and tshirts or a simple dress

She, like Zuko, wears darker colors but has a plethora of pink in her wardrobe because of TyLee

On the day to day she’s often wearing simple black jeans, a band tee or just a hoodie with doc martens

People find it surprising because Azula comes across as a big personality, and she definitely is around her friends, but she just isn’t that interested in fashion

She prefers to focus her energy and time on self-care like her nails, hair, and skin

Both Mai and TyLee are into fashion so Azula does let them dress her up and down for fun, but for the most part she’s pretty simple

For dressing up, she’s very simple

She’ll wear either a black or red dress, usually that falls just above or just below her knee

She likes a straight neckline but has few options (strapless, halter, etc)

And she’ll pair the dress with a simple black heel, not too many straps

She does like tall heels, it helps with her confidence, but they aren’t very flashy

Despite her basic style, she does understand the importance of looking presentable and doesn’t usually wear baggy clothing

She’s found a pretty good balance between casual, basic, but still presentable

basically she doesn’t need a boisterous closet because she is very talkative and loud with her friends, so she doesn’t feel the need to overcompensate with her clothing or anything

Mai

in complete opposite to Azula, Mai LOVES showing her personality through her clothes

she isn’t very talkative and instead likes to show her mood with her outfits

though she does wear dark colors, she’ll experiment with others

when she’s feeling sad, she covers up. She likes long sleeves, even if they are mesh or transparent, and long jeans with boots

She’s a slut for peasant sleeves (but I mean… me too)

when she’s happy, she’ll wear red or pink. She’ll stick with either jeans or a jean skirt that’s dark but she’ll pair it with a baggy dusty pink or vibrant red shirt that she tucks in. she’ll also wear trendier sneakers on those days (but they’ll probably still be boots)

when’s she’s feeling really good or adventurous she’ll dress more colorful. The style itself is pretty basic: jeans and a shirt, but she’ll wear her blue mom jeans. She’ll pair it with her purple doc martens and a white shirt with a different colored jacket

however it’s the days that she wears sweats, leggings and hoodies that she receives the most attention. The attention is always from her friends because on those days, she’s either feeling very comfortable in her surroundings and they want to talk to her, or she’s had a shit day and they want to help her feel better

when dressing up, she likes to wear black with fun accents like buckles or ribbons or fun sleeves or zippers or lace or anything like that

she’s pretty tall, so she doesn’t often wear heels but she’ll wear fishnet tights and tuck them into some boots or she’ll wear flats

she does tend to wear clothes that are tighter and then pair them with baggy outerwear to offset the outfit

she does wear a lot of boots but she has them in a bunch of different colors for every emotion and outfit

people are pretty envious of her wardrobe and while she doesn’t really talk and isn’t that confident in herself, she’s always been sure of her style

she also really enjoys dressing her friends up and swapping styles to try to make new outfits

TyLee

TyLee also loves clothes

she’s pretty girly and used clothing from an early age to set herself apart from not only her sisters but also from society

in today’s terms she’d be a soft girl with a hint of vsco

there’s a lot of pinks, reds, purples, whites, and other pastels in her wardrobe

she tries to avoid dark tones because she thinks they wash her out

she’s also very bubbly and upbeat for the most part and likes to convey that in her outfits

she wears a lot of tennis skirts, plaid skirts, paper bag shorts, and other stuff that kinda looks like it came from a teen movie

she doesn’t really like pants but if she does wear them, they’ll be loose and typically have a paper bag waistline

and they’ll definitely be high waisted no matter what

her tops are typically crop top tanks or fuzzy sweaters that are just a tad too big

she also really likes to wear long cardigans and sweaters that fall below her hemline

every day she wears a white shoe

they’ll either be chunky sneakers, vans, sandals, high tops, or something else but they’ll definitely be white

people really don’t know how she keeps them clean

when she dresses up, she’ll wear tighter clothes but then offset them with a long or bigger jacket and sneakers

she hates heels

she thinks they are so uncomfortable and prefers sneakers or sandals

TyLee does like trying new stuff but she’s also really comfortable with her current style and isn’t that interested in trying a whole ton of new stuff

she also really likes dressing other people up, both in her own style and in theirs

she’s pretty confident in her clothes but her insecurities definitely bleed through sometimes, but she always tries to be happy no matter what and that definitely comes through in her clothes

hehe that’s it :)

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luffles424 · 5 years ago

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Lucidity (5)

☼ Pairing: BTS x reader (no pairing this chapter)

☼ Genre: vampire!BTS, succubus!reader, smut, fluff, angst

☼ Count: 3.3K

☼ Warnings: referenced smut (between Jikook and MC)

☼ Summary: You’ve spent years jumping from country to country, starting countless new lives. Crafting new lives is as easy as breathing for you, lies flowing easily and people are charmed with a simple bat of your eyes. When you meet a witch who offers the idea of opening a supernatural club, using your powers combined with hers to ensure safety to those who enter, you decide to join her in an adventure that is entirely new to you. But your new life in Seoul is drastically changed when you’re forced to face something you’ve spent centuries hiding from. But just because you might be running for your life again doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun along the way, right?

☼ a/n: I’m sorry, I did say the angst was coming though. Promise it’ll get better though. Next chapter will be back to some good ol smut with someone new 👀👀 As always, let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙

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You stare at your laundry basket, the clothes inside it taunting you. You’ve washed your clothes more times than you could possibly count. You’ve never been surprised, even when technology made the whole process easier. Puzzled or confused sure, understandable when things changed. But you adapt, you always do. But you’ve never been surprised, at least until now. When your laundry basket sits here half full of clothes that are definitely not yours. You tug them out, sorting the entire basket into yours and not yours. There’s actually more here that aren’t yours.

You feel a little beside yourself as you start looking through the clothes, noting the large, plain white and black tshirts and massively oversized sweaters ranging from black to pastel. Pieces of clothing that are actually very familiar to you now that you’re looking closely at them. Familiar because you remember taking them off of their owners. But that doesn’t explain why they’re still here. Why didn’t they take their clothes with them?

You sit heavily on your bed, one of Jungkook’s shirts still clutched in your hands, mind racing. You never had people over to your house, especially not often enough to be able to have their own clothes here. Jungkook had been an anomaly. Something about him made you not even think before you brought him back here. Maybe that had been a mistake. You went to other people's houses or to a hotel. Your apartment was your safe space. It feels so bizarrely domestic, having others in your space so casually. Something you haven’t really experienced in this capacity since-

You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of those thoughts. Nothing good will come from thinking about that now. It’s in the past and it’ll stay there. It’s stayed there for this long and you don’t need to think about it anymore. You were fine. You look back to the shirt, a fond smile coming unbidden to your lips. This was actually one of his favorites, he claimed that it was the coziest and he liked wearing it to the airport because it helped with long flights. You told him how you doubted it was that comfortable and he proved you very wrong when he immediately stripped it off to put on you instead. After, he’d fucked you while you wore it and only it. It might be your favorite now too, just for a very different reason than his.

You still doubt the validity of his statement about it being the coziest, you have much softer sweaters sitting in your closest. At least that’s the reason you give as you glance around your empty room before slipping your tank top off and putting his sweater on. It’s merely to test how it feels without the distraction of Jungkook. The sweater still smells faintly of him, and maybe a little of sex, but it’s mostly him and it makes you feel warm and safe. Happy in a way you choose not to look too deeply at.

You grab your phone off your dresser, taking a picture of the pile of clothes sat on your bed and send it to the newest group chat with the boys, Jimin now added.

You: *1 image attachment*

You: Do I look like your maid?

A glance at the time tells you that they’re in practice right now and so you set your phone down and go back to laundry, sorting your clothes, and only your clothes, that need to be washed. You get the first load going, stopping by the kitchen on the way back to grab yourself a glass of wine. You take a long sip when you return, picking up your phone to see you have a few texts waiting for you.

Kookie: NO! that’s not why we left them :(

Jin: what he means is

Jin: we were going to wash them sometime when we were over

Jin: but I can see that you found a much better use for them 😏😏

Kookie: what are you talking about???

Minie: You mean you don’t see it?

Kookie: see what?? what am I missing??

Kookie: guys?

Kookie: I can SEE you guys reading these and laughing!

Kookie: tell me!

Minie: say please baby boy 😘

Kookie: only noona can call me that!

Kookie: please 🥺

Jin: look in the mirror

The chat stops there, but you are also confused by what they’re talking about. You scroll back up to look at your picture, looking in the mirror like Jin said to. Embarrassment warms your face as you realize that you’re completely visible in the image, wearing nothing but Jungkook’s sweater.

You drop your phone to the bed, covering your face in embarrassment even though no one is around to see you. They’ll never let you live this down. Your phone buzzes, startling you and you stare at it as it continues to buzz, meaning you’re getting a call, not a text. You hesitantly pick it up, looking to see that you’re getting a Facetime call from Jungkook. You contemplate not answering, but you know he’ll just keep calling until you pick up, despite the fact that he has practice.

You sit on your bed, taking a deep breath and chugging the rest of your wine before swiping to answer the call. After a moment your screen is filled with not just Jungkook, but Jimin and Jin’s faces squished into frame as well. You immediately laugh at the way they continually try to push each other out of frame, seeming to have not noticed that you answered yet.

“So did you call just to make me laugh?”

All three freeze, glancing at Jungkook’s phone to see your amused smile staring back at them. Jin grins back.

“Did you need a laugh? Cause if so I’ve got a joke-” Jin’s cut off by Jungkook slapping a hand over his mouth.

“This is my call.” He pouts. “No one wants to hear that. Go away.” His attention turns back to you and you see the way his eyes drop like he’s trying to see more of you and if he just moves the right way he can. Well you assume he wants to more so see more of what you’re wearing, not necessarily you at the moment. “You look good noona.” He murmurs with a small pleased smile.

You huff. Who knew he could be so possessive of someone who wasn’t his to have? “I only have this on because I need to do laundry and have nothing else to wear.”

Jimin perks up then, eyes screaming mischief as he smiles oh so sweetly. It sets you on edge. “I’ve seen your closet and I know that’s not true.”

You pause. You had no idea when he had seen your closet. He’s only been in your bedroom once and there wasn’t exactly time for him to peruse your closet enough to know you’re lying and that you’ve got more than enough of your own clothes to wear.

You scoff. “When have you ever been in my closet?” All three smirk at you. “What?”

“You’re awfully defensive about this.” Jin comments casually and you tense up.

You glare at them. “You know what,” you grin evilly, if they’re going to be this way then fine. Two can play that game. “I actually have someone here, so I’ve got to go. Bye.” You coo, hanging up on them before they can get another word in.

Your phone immediately starts ringing again, but you drop it to your bed with a sigh. You catch sight of yourself in the mirror across from you and your eyes drag over your frame, at Jungkook’s sweater and the way hangs from you. It’s warm, but not the warmth you crave, his scent still clings to the fabric and you’d rather bury your nose in his neck where it’s most potent. You’d rather have one of them here.

You blink, sitting up straight as panic seizes your heart. It’s been centuries since you’ve actually wanted a specific person around you. Especially in such a setting, you realize that the thought that had crossed your mind had nothing to do with sex. You wanted one (or honestly all of them) over just to be together in the same space. No expectations, just companionship. Your mind races, trying to pin down when this happened. When had they gotten so under your skin? Glancing at the pile of clothes next to you then back to yourself in the mirror, you practically rip Jungkook’s shirt off your body like it burned you. It lands on top of the pile and you take a few steps away like it’s going to attack you. It lies there and it feels like you’ve been slapped in the face. How could something so innocuous mean something so dangerous.

You wrap your arms around your middle, feeling sick. The pile represents something terrifying, you can’t afford to let them get this close to you. The fleeting thought of they should’ve listened to Joon crosses your mind. You grab one of your own shirts before leaving the room in search of a box. You have to fix this before it’s too late, put a stop to it. Something in you feels like it’s already past that point. You shouldn’t have started it to begin with.

It takes you a few minutes of searching but you manage to find one tucked into the corner of your office. Box in hand, you go back to your bedroom and set it on the floor by the bed. You stare at the pile of clothes, unable to bring yourself to do what you need to do. Your vision blurs and you blink rapidly to clear them of the sudden tears, letting out a slightly hysterical laugh at the ridiculousness of crying over some clothes. You try not to think about how it has more to do with the boys who own those clothes than the clothes themselves.

You take a deep breath, this is what’s best for them. You repeat that mantra as you methodically fold and place each item of theirs into the box until your bed is cleared of the boys’ clothing. You kneel beside the box, gently touching the sweater on top, it’s the one you’d been wearing just a little bit ago. You feel your resolve start to crumble but you shake your head, repeat your mantra again. You’ve been alone this long, you’ll be fine. You always are.

But you just can’t tear your gaze from the sweater, and in a moment of weakness, the only one you’ll allow yourself, you snatch it back out of the box and stuff it under your pillow. Your rational mind questions who you’re hiding it from.

You move to your closet and get dressed for your quick errand. You gather the box, tucking your phone into your pocket, carefully ignoring the multitude of notifications you’ve received since you hung up and consequently had your epiphany. As you go to leave your apartment, you pause at the lock.

Nothing you do will work if they can still get into your apartment. And you don’t want to move, you like this apartment and moving is a hassle. Those are the reasons you allow yourself, only those. Logical ones, not something rooted in dangerous thoughts and feelings. You double back into your apartment, depositing the box on the couch as you make your way back into your office to dig through the drawers in search of the instructions on how to reset your lock.

Once you finish, staring at the flashing blue light signaling that your fingerprint has successfully been programmed, you feel regret churn in your belly. Their faces the first time they try to enter only to be denied access flashing through your mind. But you can’t think about that, you can’t afford to because you know you’ll cave if you think about that. What’s done is done. You grab your box and leave, heading for your club.

Ari is in the office when you get there and she’s surprised by your sudden appearance. Her gaze drops to the box, frown marring her features.

“What’s going on?”

You set the box on the ground by the door, nudging it a little with your foot. “Jin, Jungkook, or Jimin will be by sometime soon for this. Can you make sure they get it please?�� You studiously ignore the questioning look she’s giving you.

“I mean, yeah of course. But is everything okay?”

You nod. “Yeah, for sure. I just need to get this to them and this is the easiest way.”

Ari looks completely unconvinced. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

Guilt claws at your throat. She’s always been so understanding, even when you try to keep her at a distance. “I know.” You mutter quietly. The words feel like ash on your tongue.

Ari doesn’t press though. She just turns back to her computer. “You know where to find me if you need me.”

You stand there a moment longer. Should you? Maybe telling someone else would help. But then you think of Namjoon, the look of utter disgust and hatred he gave you. You couldn’t have Ari or the other’s do that too. It hurt enough that Namjoon did it, you’re positive you wouldn’t be able to handle that from more people. No, this would be something you have to carry yourself.

You murmur a quiet thanks to her and leave. In your car, you send them a text.

You: There’s something for you at the club. Ari’s got it. Just let her know and she’ll get it for you.

After that, you shut your phone off and drive home, struggling to hold back tears. You don’t want to see what they have to say. You didn’t even bother to read the texts that you had missed. Just sent your message and closed the chat.

In the elevator, you see your reflection and laugh at yourself, you look like you’re going through a breakup. You tell yourself that you’re definitely not. None of you were ever together. You don’t do that. You can do casual. Casual is safe. You won’t stop seeing them, they’re still fun to be around. It’s just not going to be dinners and movie nights and surprises. Just sex and feeding. Maybe dancing at the club but that will just be foreplay. You won’t let them come to your apartment either, not anymore. Hotels or their place only. You can’t let them into your space again.

You sit heavily on your couch, staring at the blank TV screen, lost in your thoughts for a long while until there’s a pounding at your door. You know who it is even without supernatural hearing. You knew they’d come once they saw the box. You had just wished they’d given you more time. You hear them try the lock and the resounding denial the lock gives them when it no longer recognizes their fingers to grant access is somehow worse than the silence.

It’s deafeningly quiet for a long moment before they’re all talking over each other. Begging you to let them in, they don’t understand what’s wrong, just talk to them. You wish you could tell them that it’s not that easy.

You remain silent, hand coming up to stifle your sobs when their calls get to be too much. They don’t stay too long after that, you assume that your attempts to stifle yourself were useless. Jin is the voice of reason. You hear him tell them that it’ll be okay. That you just need some time and they should respect you. Everyone needs some time alone sometimes. He ushers the other two out of the building. It just makes you sob harder.

You get a blissful week of peace from the boys. You assume that’s all Jin was able to manage because Jimin and Jungkook sandwich you on the dance floor a week after the clothing incident, effectively scaring off the man you had been dancing with. Not that it was really any loss, he didn’t have a good rhythm, more interested in grinding against you than dancing with you.

They don’t say anything, something which you’re grateful for, instead the three of you move to the music together. Their hands move over you like you’re something precious, like if they move wrong you’ll disappear in a puff of smoke. You tug them closer, Jungkook in front and Jimin behind, letting just a little lust slip out. Not enough for them to fully notice, but enough for them to stop handling you like that. You can’t handle them when they touch you so softly. Their hands grow bolder, far rougher and you let a groan out which only seems to encourage the way their hips and bodies move against you.

Jungkook’s lips ghost along your neck and Jimin’s brush the shell of your ear. “Wanna get out of here?”

You nod, leading them from the dance floor, taking a deep breath of fresh air once your outside. You’re reminded of the first time Jungkook sought you out. You steel yourself to not let this end the same way. You hail a cab, giving the address for the nearby hotel that you have a permanent room at. You ignore their looks of confusion when you arrive, bypassing the desk and getting onto the elevator. Once inside, you tug Jungkook in for a kiss to distract from the questions that you know are on the tip of their tongues. You release him to do the same to Jimin and Jungkook plasters himself to your back to mouth at your neck while you kiss Jimin. You quickly herd them to the room, intent on keeping the distraction going. Lucky for you, they’re very easy to distract.

It’s still dark out as you slip from between them. Neither stirs from their sleep and you silently dress yourself. You try not to think about their reactions when they wake up in the morning and you’re not there.

Another week later and Jin finds you at your favorite cafe. He looks mad when he finally spots you and you’re tempted to bolt. His eyes narrow at you like he can read your thoughts and you reluctantly stay put. He’s probably faster than you anyway. He sits across from you and the silence is tense. You hate that it’s your fault that it’s like this. You miss when it was easy silence between you. But it’s for the best.

Finally he sighs. “Can you at least give me something to tell them? Did we do something wrong?” He doesn’t look at you. He looks afraid of your answer.

You fidget with your coffee cup. What could you say? That you saw how close you were getting and that absolutely terrified you? That you don’t do relationships? That Namjoon was right and they should’ve listened? Nothing sounds adequate enough. You stare at your coffee like it will give you the answers you want.

Jin sighs again. “They’re still young. They don’t understand the shit that you can go through over centuries. If you just need time, tell me. I can come up with something to tell them that isn’t the truth… If that’s what it is.” He glances over at you and you want to cry at the kindness and understanding you see in his eyes.

You swallow. You hope you can lie to him. “Yeah… I’m sorry. I just panicked a little. I just need a little time to be more comfortable. We can still have sex and feed. Just…” You trail off.

“Just not more?” He finishes for you and you nod. “That’s fine. I’ll get them to cool it. We’ll just come by the club if we need you then. But feel free to call us if you need us too. We’ll be there.”

He gives you a small smile as he rises and leaves. You hate yourself for lying. You hate how understanding he is. How he’s still willing to do so much for you when you’ve tried to shut them out. Most of all, you hate how much your heart aches as he walks away like this is the last time you’ll see him.

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phoebehalliwell · 4 years ago

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Okay, but like straight up, Chris 100% just stole some clothes from like a Goodwill that no one was gonna notice were gone (bc they're ugly, sweetie:/) and called it a day, but here is my question: his style in the changed future? Please make it better, even if it's just like Wyatt or Bianca going absol-fucking-lutely not, change you dumbass, like any headcanons about it being not that (or even still that and reactions, idk, man, i just love chris even tho he dresses so terribly)

it’s like tho. how did the sisters really let him wear so many ugly outfits. how did paige not ask him if he was dumpster diving for his wardrobe. why did phoebe not give him the old boyfriends pile of clothes to choose from. ladies. i will say, his looks did get better towards the end of s6 so maybe this did happen off screen. however, some of his fits are like so ugly it’s like i don’t even wanna gif them bc they make me so upset. another thing i will comment on real quick. bianca’s tits out leather vest look with like buckles. what was that. is that what the dark future fashion looked like. bc if so. did chris also own a leather vest. if that was the style, mark my words, wyatt owned like ten. just throwing that out there.

okay so like: chris’s fashion in the changed future. i am gonna say like the chris in my head like when i write him doesn’t actually look like drew fuller bc uhh he doesn’t. idk why but i decided somewhere along the lines that he was like. 6′4″. bc like. the vibes man. if u’ve ever met a skinny 6′4″ brunet with daddy issues you’ll know what i’m talking about. and like. i don’t think chris was like remotely well dressed in y’know like middle school but like who was tbh but like he was definitely one of those kids who like wore t shirts and basketball shorts everyday and i think the first person to like really intervene was piper bc like. okay yes the basketball shorts r conveintent bc like they’re cheap and chris keeps growing out of normal pants bc like. he keeps growing. but like. he looks so stupid in basketball shorts. and like they always look huge on him bc he has to find the balance of being long enough to reach his knees but like small enough to fit his waist and it’s like. he looks so stupid. piper’s just like no. i can’t have this. so i think we have piper to thank for the greatest improvement which was like the introduction of the skinny jean into chris’s wardrobe. i also think he’s the type to rarely buy clothes from himself so it’s like would he go out and buy himself skinny jeans who knows he doesn’t and yet they still make up the majority of his wardrobe so there. (gifts for chris are almost always either clothes or witch stuff.) i’m also saying his wardrobe is just like. boring. which honestly i wish s6 chris’s wardrobe was just boring bc it would have been a great improvement over what we actually got. but like. the color palette for his wardrobe is like black. slate grey. navy blue. a white t shirt. maybe a hint of green. but like. i don’t think he’s really gonna have like any colors in there (wyatt on the other hand has a Shit Ton of colors in his wardrobe bc wyatt is fun and ten times more fashionable than his brother). i also think like the thing chris owns the most of is just hoodies. like i know chris wore a leather jacket once and people went yes chris wears leather jackets but like. does he really tho? think about it. i think his jacket situation is like 90% hoodies. he might own like one leather jacket but he is not the type of man who would go out and buy a leather jacket for himself. if he does own one he obtained it through some other means like a gift or something idk he’s one of the oldest so handmedowns aren’t really an option. (bc idk how many of y’all shop for like leather jackets but they’re not like cheap unless you’re buying them from forever 21 (rip) but chris is not shopping at forever 21 so it’s a moot point). and then the single most import part of chris’s wardrobe is the t shirt nothing more vital that the simple t shirt nothing fancy to little pocket on it no prints or patterns or logos just like plain t shirt. if he finds a tshirt that fits nice he’s gonna buy like five of them one in white one in black one in grey one in blue and then one wildcard color if the color is nice. a desaturated forest green or a desaturated burgundy. maybe a light blue. i think if anyone’s gonna bully him about his wardrobe it’s gonna be wyatt be like. witchcraft can be a messy side gig things blow up a lot there are lots of guts and strange colored goos but uhh wyatt has an orb shield. so like. if they’re vanquishing some demon and that bad boy explodes wyatt’s protecting his fit with a shield and chris is getting fucked over and every single time chris complains about it wyatt’s like ohmygod i’m so sorry here i’ll buy you a new outfit i have seven dollars in my pocket so that should be more than enough. i think chris definitely keeps trying to put wyatt in situations where his clothes get ruined by some magical means but he has yet to successfully pull anything off. in regards to the whole bianca situation i just like. i really want them to go to events. i want bianca do be like the dress code is cocktail. white tie. creative black tie. beach formal. smart casual. and every single time chris is like What The Actual Fuck Is That Supposed To Mean. and it’s like. i have no idea why chris and bianca would be on outings like this. but i would like to see it. also in regards to bianca / chris’s fashion i don’t think they start dating for like a Very long time again it’s sorta this enemies to lovers slowburn but i think they are often in cahoots together frequently but they are never an item until that day when they finally are when they have crossed the line into lovers territory and even tho they’ve like been in again like “cahoots” or whatever for like idk two years maybe more it is not until they official become an item that bianca starts stealing chris’s clothes. she’ll wear his hoodies all the goddamn time looking like ariana grande with the way they go all the way down to her knees she’ll take his t shirts and tie them up in front knots and where them out and about it’s happened before where she’ll literally take like his pajama pants and she has to cuff em to the nth degree so she can walk in them without tripping but like it Will Not Stop Her. and chris is like befuddled bc like a) sometimes he just straight up does not realize the t shirt bianca is wearing is actually his and he’s like where do all my clothes keep going how am i losing my clothes and b) bianca has had access to his wardrobe his whole time like if she wanted an oversized hoodie she could have taken it like sixteen months ago or she could just buy her own and he’s like explaining this to wyatt and wyatt’s just like huh you really have no concept of stealing your so’s clothes huh and chris is like no i don’t i don’t get it until he like finally obtains one of his hoodies back after it’s been in bianca’s possession for like four months and it just sorta smells like her perfume and chris is like oh : ) and like wearing it around his apartment minding his own business

#haha domestic chris and bianca amirite lads 😢#but yes basically for chris's wardrobe picture the most basic outfit you can picture #like a male lead on the cw and then make it even more boring #that's where my boy is #mark my words #oh & he owns like a couple flannels #probs only three #but he can't currently find the third one #(bc bianca has it)#chris halliwell #next gen #chris x bianca #charmed

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wroteasongabouther · 7 years ago

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fratboy!harry - part 16

LONGEST PART IN FRATBOY SO FAR WOW!!! a lot happens too.. so this part sorta moves along through the months of november and december for our lovely couple.. and it’s full of some ups and down and some smut of course what else is new lol.. hope you all enjoy, give me some feedback! (spoiler alert: rocky roads and drama ahead)

fratboy!harry tag >> story page

With November coming to an end, the weather here in Arizona felt that way too. You hug your oversized sweater to your chest while jogging towards Harry’s house after stepping out of the Uber you had caught here. Tonight was Friendsgiving here at the frat house and couldn’t wait for all the damn good food. Harry had Snapped you videos of Brandon and the other boys switching in to help prepare for tonight.

As you push open the front door, you can hear the rowdy boys seated in the living area. Then you see Kate step in the doorway from the kitchen. She’s got oven mitts on and a grin upon her face at the sight of you.

“Hey,” you say while slipping out of your boots and walking towards her. The two of you hug quick before you follow her further into the kitchen. “How’s the cooking going? It smells amazing in here,” you smile.

“It’s good, god bless this double oven though cause I’ve been baking these pies to be ready for desert and couldn’t wait for that bird to be done,” she explains while pulling out a perfectly brown pie from the top oven.

“Wow, that looks great,”

“Thanks, it’s my grams recipe,” she smiles while setting it onto the counter beside a few others.

“Is Liv coming over tonight still?” You ask while walking over to open the fridge. It’s stocked full, but you only care for a bottled water.

“She’s still pretty sick,” Kate frowns, “I’ve been staying here the past two nights since she’s coughing all night,”

“Oh gross,” you scrunch up your nose.

“Where have you been lately? Haven’t seen you around here,”

“Swamped with midterms and loving the calm of my dorm room,” you say. Kate gives you a ‘fair enough’ shrug before focusing back on her tasks at hand here in the kitchen.

You can hear the boys again, shouting over something. It must be that new video game they’ve been obsessed with. Since you’ve been hiding away in your dorm lately, Harry was fine with it cause it meant he got to game away with his frat brothers without you bothering him. Although you missed sleeping in his bed. His mattress was much more comfortable and you had gotten used to sleeping in it - and you suppose his company every night wasn’t terrible either.

“Is Harry drinking?” You ask Kate.

“They all are,” she rolls her eyes.

You nod and reach into the fridge again to grab your boyfriend a new beer. As you walk through the casual dining room and into the back way of the living room, you see the room is full with each boy who lived here. Even including the one Freshman who you’ve only met once before. His name was Jordan, he was some needy cute little guy who played kicker or something with Eddy. He didn’t drink or anything so he usual stuck in the dark corners during parties. Your first encounter with him was one morning, you had left Harry asleep in bed and was getting an early start before classes. Jordan’s head was stuck in the fridge and he only wear a pair of boxers, it was rather embarrassing.

“Hey baby,” you say while rounding the couch and sitting in Harry’s lap. He didn’t miss a beat, moving his legs closer together and wrapping an arm around your back before grabbing ahold of his controller again.

“Hey,” Harry smiles but his eyes are still on the tv.

You lean into him, cheek pressed against his dark green beanie that was taming his wild mess of hair, and watched him play. Only a minute passed before he dies and tosses the controller into Jordan’s lap, you barely have time to whine as Jordan breathes in sharp and covers his junk from the impact. Harry’s busying you by turning towards you and capturing your lips with his.

“Grabbed you another beer,” you mumble against his lips after the kiss is over. Harry leans back, his brows pulled together while you lift up the bottle of beer for him.

“You’re the best,” he says and takes it from you.

Another while passes by, Harry hand is grasping your grey legging clad thigh while you’re pressed back against his chest and your fingers are playing with the ends of his hair as your arm is wrapped around his shoulders. You’re both watching Jordan beat everyone in this game, you’ve learnt to find watching the boys game to be entertaining by now. Harry let’s out a barking laughter as Jordan kills Eddy and he curses loudly. You chuckle as well, boys and their toys hey?

You gaze towards the large threshold to the foyer as you hear the front door open and close again. You barely catch Jess before she’s rushing into the kitchen. “Sorry I’m late!” She calls out to everyone. The guys let out a joking response and you decide it’s time to get off Harry’s lap and help now.

The three of you girls finish up preparing dinner, Brandon comes in to carve the turkey and then it’s all ready. You raise your voice and shout for everyone that food’s ready. In come the guys, faster than you’ve ever seen them move collectively as a group before. Eddy reaches over you to grab some turkey as you scoop out yams and marshmallows onto your plate.

“Sorry, missy,” he says when you protest his impatience.

You roll your eyes and then get yourself some slices of turkey. Harry tells everyone to sit in the proper dining room, then once everyone seated he gives a short speech. You gaze up at him with a smile as he stands at the head of the table with his beer in the air. Everyone cheers and then it’s finally time to devour the delicious food. It’s not till after clean up and you’re laying in bed with Harry, tummy full of food, that you feel a bit sad.

“This is my first thanksgiving that I won’t be with my family,” you state.

Harry’s laying on his back, eyes closed, as you’re curled up towards him but not on him surprisingly. You watch his chest rise and fall. Had he already fallen asleep? Wouldn’t be the first time you ended up talking to yourself.

“Could come with me,” Harry suggests.

“Yeah, you’re crazy,” you snort. Harry cracks an eye open as you let out a yawn.

“Wouldn’t have to pay a dime,” he shrugs. You shake your head and roll onto your back to stare up at the ceiling. If he really thought you were going to jump on a plane with him and go to England for the Thanksgiving break and let him pay for everything than he was for sure nuts.

“You aren’t even celebrating Thanksgiving,” you state.

Harry doesn’t reply right away. You figure there’s a lot going on in his head. There sure as hell was a lot in yours. He couldn’t seriously mean it when inviting you to come meet his family, could he?

“Fine,” he says and then yawns. You’re eyes are shut as you feel him sling an arm across your stomach and his head rests on your shoulder. “‘M gunna miss yeh while I’m gone,” he admits in a soft voice.

“I’ll miss you too,” you sigh before letting the silence take over the dark room and that food coma hits.

You’ve been sitting in the bleachers for maybe five minutes, just a tad earlier than when Harry said to meet up with him, and enjoying the view while watching him run laps around the track. He’s got on some plain black Nike shorts, white runners, and a grey hoodie that’s got sweat marks down the back and under his arms. Somehow, even though it’s truly disgusting, you’re turned on.

Harry suddenly is sprinting down the last stretch before he comes to a stop and bends at his knees while placing his hands on his knees and takes deep breathes. As he leans back up, hands on his hips now, he glances towards the bleaches and finds you. A smile curls upon your lips and he pushes off his hood and his long hair is pulled up into a small pony. It’s adorable and you wonder if he had stole one of your hair bands.

“Why are you still training so hard? Your season is over,” you say as he slowly makes his way up the metal bleachers and pulls out his Apple pod headphone things - you hated the idea of those things, mostly cause you’d lose them in seconds.

“Thanks for the reminder, babe,” he huffs while leaning to grab ahold of the water bottle you had brought for him.

“Sorry,” you say with a smile in hopes he forgives you. Harry rolls his eyes and then chugs more of the water.

“You should come for a run sometime,” he suggests.

“Yeah, I’ll pass,” you chuckle while standing up.

“Come on,” Harry pesters you while you get closer, his hands land on your hips, “just one hike,” he adds.

“Hike?” you snort, “you’re crazy, H,”

“Have you not hiked up the mountains here?” He asks and you shake your head while fixing the strap of your bralette that you wore under a white tshirt paired with light blue jeans and a flannel - which was actually yours and not Harry’s - tied around your waist.

“I barely make it across campus to my second lecture without getting winded,” you say dramatically.

“So no hike?”

You don’t reply right away as you see the pout on Harry’s face. Stupid bastard, playing wth your heart like a damn toy. You roll your eyes and step out of his grasp, leading the way down the bleachers.

“Fine,” you say over your shoulder, “one hike, an easy one,”

You regretted every word the next day when Harry woke you up before the damn sun was up and had you panting for air while only ten minutes into this so called easy hike. Stopping for yet another time, you chug more water and wipe your brow. Harry turns back around upon realizing you weren’t walking behind him any longer.

“This is torture,” you gasp while tightening the lid of your water bottle. Harry chuckles while you start walking up the hill again.

“It’ll be worth it, little bird, just wait,” he states and then is leading the way again.

The craziest thing was that it wasn’t just you two hiking this thing so early on a Friday morning. Other students ran passed you, making it seem easy - thing was that they, and Harry, are in good shape. Unlike you, who liked to engulf four tacos for dinner and then eat a bag of M&Ms before bed while not doing any sort of physical activity in between. You sigh and focus back on the dirt beneath your runners, at least you got to break out the Nike runners you had bought last year and never worn.

“Almost at the top,” Harry mentions as you try to steady your breath. About five minutes ago he picked up the pace and you honestly could’ve been left in the dust but then you caught sight of some blonde bimbo with a literal face of makeup look back at Harry as she passed by.

“This is it, I’ve hiked the damn hill and now I’ll die here,” you sigh dramatically while shutting your eyes and stopping as you reached the top.

“Oh shut it,” Harry chuckles, “that was nothing,” he adds.

“No need to rub it in, H,” you mumble before opening your eyes and taking in the view. It was gorgeous. Tempe was generally a flat area, so you could see tons of land. Mostly the campus that was just below you. As the sun had now risen and normal people were starting their days, you enjoyed the quiet peaceful moment here at the top of this mountain.

“Don’t know if I’d say this was worth it,” you pause and step up towards Harry, he slides an arm around you and you lean into him, “but it’s nice,” you smile.

“It is isn’t it?” He breathes out.

You glance up and gaze into his eyes, he’s not taking in the view at all. You can’t help but roll your eyes at how cheesy he was. Then you perch up on your toes in order to press your lips to his. The kiss is short and sweet, but it still had your stomach in a case of flutters.

“Since you did this hike for me, I’ll pay for lunch,” he says, you hum out in agreement as you day dream about how nice a burger and fries are gunna taste - night as well get a milkshake too, since you did all this exercise it was only right.

“Oh God,” you moan while your head rolls back into the fluffy pillow. Harry smirks against the material of your underwear. He had decided to take a different approach today, going as slow as syrup as he teased you. But it was working for you, you were more turned on right now with him simply breathing against the wetness of your underwear.

“Relax, babygirl,” Harry coos as both his hands grasp around your thighs and spreads apart your legs.

You inhale deeply, in hopes to do just as he says, but the moment he starts to take off your panties you tense up again. Harry lets out a low chuckle and hooks his arms around your legs, getting better access to the bareness of your womanhood all out in it’s glory for him. It was mid day, the blinds were opened, the fact you were fooling around in the daylight made your stomach twist - in a good way.

“Fuck,” you hiss as Harry leans down and separates your folds with his tongue, swiping up over the bud of your clit.

There’s not much leading up to it before he’s lapping quickly at your sensitive clit and diving his tongue into your entrance a few times too. You’re moaning, gasping, biting on your bottom lip to keep from screaming, all while gripping onto Harry’s hair tightly. Your body moves frantically as he lifts up his mouth, aching to feel the warmth of his tongue against your heat again, then he pushes a finger into you before returning his lips to your clit.

Harry moves his other hand to grip your hip, holding you down as he mumbles praises of your body while you were getting closer and closer to an orgasm. He sucks on your clit at the same time as he curls his finger inside of you and you’re done for - your entire body convulsing as your release ripples through your body.

You’re surprised as Harry keeps going through your orgasm, he removes his finger slowly, licks over your entrance as it’s dripping wet before your body finally quits sporadically moving beneath him. Your eyes flutter open once again, tired from one of the best orgasms of your life, and you meet Harry’s gaze.

He shows your a lazy smile before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he props himself up with both his elbows dipping into the mattress between your legs. It’s be far, one of the hottest things you have ever seen with your own two eyes.

“Okay, yeah,” you sigh and lean back into the pillow once more to stare up at the ceiling, “feel free to do that any time again,” you add.

Harry chuckles and you feel him move off the bed now. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he smirks.

“M’gunna shower now,” you mention while slowly - very slowly - getting up form the bed.

“Should I join you?” Harry asks as you walk into the bathroom where he’s at the sink wiping his face with a wash cloth.

“Not unless you want to carry me around for the next day from these damn orgasms you’re giving me,” you say. Harry lets out a laugh as you reach other and turn on the shower.

“Good to know I haven’t lost my touch,”

“Oh shut it,” you roll your eyes and pull off your top before stepping into the streaming water. Harry laughs again, the sound bringing butterflies to your stomach, before walks back into his bedroom. He’s nice enough to push the door closed, leaving it open just a crack, in order to give you some privacy. Through these first couple months of dating, it’s rare the two of you don’t see each other daily. So even little moments like showering alone or studying alone in your dorm is a nice little break away. But of course, after you’re done washing yourself - you already miss him.

With you feeling all clean and fresh, dressed in a pair of black leggings and a black tank top you brought along with you, you walk into the bedroom and fling yourself onto the bed beside Harry. He’s got his phone resting on his chest as he checks out something on Instagram. Peering over, you see it’s your most recent post.

“Like it,” you mumble softly while resting on his chest.

“Maybe I don’t like it,” he teases.

“You’re literally in the picture, and you’re full of yourself. So how could you not like it?” You joke. Harry chuckles before double tapping on the photo.

It’s from your hike, you had gotten that one girl who had the nerve to check Harry out to take a photo of you two. Arms around each other, your tongue sticking out while Harry gave the camera a smug look. It was cute, a good second photo of you two on your Instagram. The first was from Halloween, one that Kate had snapped when you weren’t looking - gazing into each others eyes while his arm is wound around your body. Overall, none of your captions or anything were to crazy lovey dovey but you thought they were nice enough to show off your relationship.

“You should just call in tonight,” Harry mumbles as you two silently lay in his bed.

“I can’t just call in,” you sigh.

“Why not?”

He’s not being rude, or picking at you, but it still bothers you. You sit up and look down at him as he stares back at you, eyebrows pulled together in confusion - probably from the annoyed look on your face.

“Because, Harry, some of us actually need a job and work to earn our money,” you bellow while getting off the bed now. Harry sits up with your departure from the bed.

“What the fuck is with the attitude?” Harry snaps back at you, his voice is laced with annoyance and anger now.

“I literally have like five dollars to my name, and I’m seriously tired of you paying for every fucking thing for me,” you argue back. Harry rolls his eyes, you can visible see him fuming from where he’s sitting on the bed.

“You’re my girlfriend,” he states, “I like paying for you,” he objects while narrowing his eyes at you. You match his look, crossing your arms at your chest too.

“Well, I’m fucking tired of it. So on that note, I’m going to actually go work for my money now, goodbye,” you say, turning to grab your purse off the floor and then walking towards his bedroom door. You didn’t care to look back at him or wait for a response, you were so angry at him right now you honestly could care less if he wanted to continue this argument or not.

“Whatever,” Harry mutters harshly as you open his door and walk out - slamming it behind you, by accident though.

Jess is walking into the foyer from the living room as you make your way through the house. She gives you a small smile, obviously taking in the pissed off face you had going on. And there was no doubt that she hard Harry’s door slam shut behind you too.

“Do you need a ride to work?” She asks, in which you quickly nod and the two of you slip on your shoes before walking out the front door without a word to anyone else around.

“He’s just such a dick sometimes,” you grumble in the front seat as she drive towards the diner.

“He is,” Jess agrees as she nods her head but keeps her eyes on the road, “but so is every other guy around here,”

“Thomas isn’t,” you say it before you can even think it through. Jess doesn’t respond immediately, giving you time to realize what you had said. You didn’t like Thomas like that. Maybe you should have? As you’re deep in thought, your stomach twists up in knots. You liked Harry too much to even think of anyone else even in the slightest of ways.

“You two will work it out,” Jess smiles, “always do,”

You nod and look out the window as she stops at the red light just a few blocks from the diner. You hoped that this shift went by quick and easy, you didn’t need more shit to ruin your day like your fight with Harry had. After thanking Jess, you get out of her car and walk up to the diner. You can’t help but let out a small sigh as you see Kennedy by the till with a smile on her face as she helps a customer - she’d make this shift easier that’s for sure.

Kennedy does just as you assumed, and more by surprising you too. Your eyes widen at her statement. She bites on her bottom lip nervously while waiting for your response.

“You and Thomas?” you question.

“Yeah,” she nods quickly and focuses on the sugar packages in front of her, “we sort of just hit it off, I don’t know, it’s weird isn’t it? If it’s weird for you then I can like cut it off-”

“Kennedy no, God, don’t stop things because of me,” you chuckle, “Thomas is a really great guy,” you state and smile at her.

“Yeah he really is,” she agrees and you can see it all over her face.

There’s a moment where you feel a pang of jealousy. You imagine how many times that Thomas had felt this over the past year and a half of being your friend. But you can’t do that to him, second guess your decision of not giving him a chance just because he’s found someone else now - that was selfish and rude and so not you.

“Have you guys gone on a date yet?” you question, sincerely curious now.

“Kinda, we’ve hung out here after I finish a shift. And he’ll pay for whatever we eat,” she shrugs.

“Take him to the movies, that new Marvel movie is out and he’s obsessed with every Marvel movie under the sun,” you exclaim with the same smile stuck on your lips.

Kennedy’s lips curl upwards into a smile too, “yeah, okay, I can mention that,” she nods.

“Good,” you say before looking up to check on your few tables you had currently. “Oh by the way, I can cover your shift next Thursday before I fly back home,” you mention.

“Awesome, thanks again,” Kennedy says.

“No problem,” you walk around the counter, “I need the money anyways,” you add before walking off to give the best customer service possible - in hopes the two families at your tables and the younger group tips you well at the end of their meal.

Your tips most definitely were a nice bonus tonight. Now you could stop by the store tomorrow and grab enough food to last till a week from now when you fly up to Seattle to be home for Christmas. You were going home from a week, as most of the students at ASU were during the break you all have, and couldn’t wait to leave honestly. You missed being home, and Bailey mostly.

“See you later,” you call out to Kennedy as she walks the opposite way as you do. The sky is black, stars scatters across the clear sky with just a few sparse clouds floating around. Once you tear your eyes off the night sky, you look in front of you to see Harry leaning against the side of his car just a few feet away.

Your chest aches at the sight of him standing there, he had thrown on a sweater since earlier today. Leaving his house how you did, fighting and arguing, wasn’t something you entirely enjoyed. In fact you thought about it pretty much your entire shift at the diner. You sigh, cross your arms at your chest and stop directly in front of him.

“M’sorry,” Harry says softly.

“No, I was being stupid,” you shake your head and look at the pavement beneath your feet.

“It’s not stupid to want to earn some money, I was just being selfish and insensitive,” Harry says, you glance back up to catch him licking his lips slowly while his eyes find yours. “I understand not everyone can have the sort of access I do to money, so when I get to spend it on someone else besides myself, I like that feeling,” he explains.

“Well, thank you, for the record,” you smile.

Harry’s lips tug into a smile at the sight of yours. “You’re welcome,” he says.

“And I’m sorry for causing a fight, it really was stupid of me,”

Harry shrugs a shoulder, “we’re bad at this, remember?”

You chuckle and step forward as his arms open up for you to step into them. He brings you close into his body as he hugs you. Inhaling deeply, you melt into his body and breathe in his cologne. Even the little things like how he smelt made you like him even more. Hell, maybe you even loved him now. Did you love him? You furrow your brows and lean back to meet his eyes.

“What is it, little bird?” Harry asks.

“Nothing,” you reply. He doesn’t pry at you, instead he nods and leans forward to capture your lips with his. And with the feeling of his kiss, you come to the obvious realization - you were so in love with him.

“Sissy!” Bailey nearly screeches out your nickname as she runs full sprint into the foyer. You chuckle and drop your bags to bend down and catch her small body with yours. You feel as though your heart is about to burst with your baby sister finally back in your arms - these past four months away from her had been the longest and hardest ever.

“Hey, Bails, I missed you,” you say while squeezing her. She giggles as her cheek squishes against yours.

Upon arriving back in Seattle, you’ve been dying to get back to your childhood home. Your mom was busy with work so your step dad ended up picking you up, between the two of you there was maybe twenty words max spoken from the airport to now. It’s not that you two didn’t get along, there was just always a mutual feeling of not needing the absolute best father-daughter relationship ever.

“I’ll bring your bags up to your room,” your step dad, Julian, says before grabbing ahold of your suitcase and carry on and disappearing upstairs.

“Is mommy home?”

“Yeah, she got me from daycare,” Bailey states matter of factly.

“Daycare, huh? Did you have fun?” You ask while bringing up her into your arm while standing, you groan dramatically as you get up, “you’re getting too big,” you say jokingly.

“I’m five now!” Bailey grins.

“I know, it’s crazy, you’re growing up too quickly baby Bails,” you smile and she giggles as you two enter the kitchen. “There you are,” you say while seeing your mom at the stovetop moving around ground beef in a pan.

“Hey, sweetie,” she gives you a warm smile, “sorry I couldn’t pick you up, I got of work the moment you landed,”

“It’s alright,” you say and hug her with one arm. “Smells good,” you mention, peering into the pan to see she’s cooking up some taco meat.

“Making your favourite,” she states with a grin.

Your smile falls but just as quickly you force the corners of your lips up again. Bailey fusses, seeing Buddy - the fluffy family cat - entering the house from her little door so you put her down now. Tacos weren’t your favourite. They are your brothers favourite, or they were. You swallow hard and move to the fridge to grab the lettuce and tomato from the fridge to help out. It was typical for mothers to mix up their kids things like their favourite dinner, but it only made your chest ache now. You couldn’t correct your mom, it’d hurt her and put dinner to a stand still. Luke was gone, so now tacos were your favourite meal you suppose.

Everything feels as normal as they can be. There’s always a bit of an off feeling around the house since your brother passed away, but you all try to smile and laugh and have a good evening. It’s not till after watching a Disney movie in the living room, Bailey curled up beside you and Buddy in your lap, that you go upstairs. You’re helping put Bailey to bed, and the moment you get to the top of the stairs you can’t help but turn your head to the right and look at the closed door of Luke’s room.

“Come on, sissy, I want you to read me Winnie the Pooh,” Bailey says while running into her room that’s directly across from the top of the staircase.

Bailey’s room is what yours just down the hall looked like ten years ago. She got the light pink canopy bed that was once yours, and your light pink crafting desk that still has a ‘LUCAS ROCKS’ carved on the left side of it. The thought distracts you for only a second before Bailey is pulling you to her bed where she jumps in and gets under the covers before sucking back on the straw of her cup.

“Goodnight, baby Bails,” you mumble while turning off her light and closing her door.

“Thanks for putting her to sleep,” Julian’s voice scares you at his sudden appearance in the quiet of the house. “Sorry,” he adds.

“No, it’s fine, to both,” you smile.

“Your mom fell asleep already,” he notes, “we both work tomorrow morning, last day before Christmas break, are you going to be around to watch Bailey?”

“Actually, I had planned to go see my dad,” you say.

“Alright,” Julian nods, “I’ll just drop her off at the daycare, if you don’t mind picking her up afterwards,”

“Yeah, that’s fine with me,” you smile.

“Okay, have a good sleep, Y/N,” Julian smiles and turns around back to the master bedroom that looks over the front yard like Bailey’s did. Once the door shuts, you turn on your heels and walk down the hallway.

At the end of the hall, there’s two closed doors on either side of you. Your room is to the left, while Luke’s is on the right. Your gaze lingers on the door of Luke’s room, a part of you wants to turn the knob and see inside - smell the musky dusty scent and reminisce. But as your eyes start to water, you realize it’s too late to deal with such a thing. So you turn to the left quickly and walk into your own bedroom.

It’s been months since you’ve slept in here, and it’s exactly how you left it - right down the the pile of clothes you left in the hamper by your closet and your bed being unmade. You were in a bit of a rush last time you were leaving home. You sigh and begin to unpack your suitcase, changing into one of Harry’s shirts you stole before leaving his house yesterday. You can smell his cologne, it makes your head spin and your heart ache - you missed him. With how your mom had reacted to the first time and last time you brought up Harry, you hadn’t spoken about him once tonight. It kinda sucked, not being able to talk to your own mom about the guy you think you’re in love with. But that was just life.

Before you had boarded your plane earlier today, Harry had texted you saying goodnight since it was now back in London and time zones were about to be the biggest buzzkill for the next week. But now, as the digital clock beside your bed turns just past 10 o’clock in the evening, you knew it was morning for Harry.

It would be early, but you really didn’t care - you missed him too much.

Your phone rings, three times, before you hear a small grunt on the other end. A smile tugs at your lips even hearing the little sound from your boyfriend. “Hello?” Harry grumbles into his phone.

“Did I wake you?” You ask, holding back at giggle.

“Yes, but it’s fine,” he says.

“Are you sure? I can just call you in the morning,”

“No, no,” Harry sighs and you hear him shuffle around from the other end of the call. “This is probably the best time for us to talk anyways,”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you sigh, realizing just how crappy these timezones are.

“So how was your day?”

“It was good, my flight was fine. Bailey was excited, had tacos for dinner,” you say.

“Sounds like a damn good day,” Harry chuckles.

You two talk for another while longer, talking about what he had planned for his day and yours after your sleep. He spoke about how his ‘mum’ - his accent while saying mom was probably your favourite - had bought him some new shoes and a new jacket already. Her excuse was that it’s much colder in London than Arizona, which was a fair point but they were also Saint Laurent which babbled you. Sometimes you forgot just how much money Harry’s family had.

“What are you doing now?” Harry asks, his voice was low and still had a hint of groggy-ness to it.

“I’m just laying in bed,” you sigh while stretching out your legs and dragging your hand over the blanket at your stomach.

“Are you?” His voice had taken a familiar tone, one that makes your stomach twist and turn and your heart beat pick up just a little bit. You hum out a half-assed response, wondering where your boyfriend was about to take this phone call. “What are you wearing?” he asks.

You laugh, it was such stereotypical question to insinuate phone sex that you couldn’t hold back your laughter. Harry chuckles on the other end of the phone too. Then you let out a sigh and tilt your head back till it hits the headboard lightly and you glance up at the ceiling.

“I’m wearing your Rolling Stones shirt, the one that-”

“Barely covers that cute little ass of yours,” Harry is smirking, you just know it.

“Excuse me? Don’t mention how my little ass is while we’re trying to sex things up here,” you say in a jokingly stern voice.

“We’re sexing things up?” Harry teases.

“You dick,”

“Bet ya thinking about my dick,”

“Bet you’re thinking about my cute little ass,” you taunt him right back. There’s a smirk on your face now, enjoying how this phone call had gone. Harry doesn’t respond, instead letting a comfortable silence come over the phone for a moment before he talks again.

“Tell me about what you’re wearing again,” his voice is dark and sultry again.

“Already did,” you say - your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth as you smirk.

“You’re just wearing mah shirt?” Harry question.

“Mhmm,” you hum.

“Jesus, woman,” he groans.

“This isn’t a one sided thing, H,” you sigh and spread apart your legs. Your hand slowly makes it way down to the cotton fabric of your panties, brushing over your folds as you shut your eyes and imagine Harry laying in his bed in London. “What are you wearing?” you smile, knowing the answer already. He always slept in just his briefs.

“Nothing,” Harry answers, surprising you completely.

“Nothing?”

“Not a thing,” he confirms, you again can tell he’s got his stupidly hot smirk on his lips.

You inhale deeply and tuck your hand under your panties. Imagining Harry naked, his duvet as though someone pitched a tent by his hips, a hand working under it to pump his length. He’d squeeze near the base, stroking himself as he’s on the phone with you. Miles and miles away from each other and feeling a heat between your legs at the mere sound of his voice. You inhale through your nose as a finger brushes over your clit. The same finger moves down to find a wetness at your entrance, your dirty thoughts have most definitely turned you on, you sigh while bringing your wet finger back to your clit.

“Still there, little bird?” Harry’s voice brings you back to reality as you’re circling a finger on your clit.

“Yes,” you sigh, “I’m touching myself, thinking about you,” you whisper into the phone. He doesn’t respond immediately, making your stomach twist in nerves - was he not into this? Your finger stops moving, but it stays on your clit as you wait for him to answer.

“Are you imagining that your hand is mine, touching your clit?”

“Mhmm,” this time your voice is a little higher pitched.

“How good you feel, how good you smell. That’s right, babygirl, keep up the pace, you know there’s no going slow with me,” you gasp at the hint of sternness in his voice. “Come on, bring yourself there, ah yes,” he hisses and you know he’s tugging on himself now.

“Harry,” you moan - keeping your voice low in case anyone in your house was still awake and could hear you.

Your motions only pick up the pace, feeling numb down there as you get closer to your orgasm. Harry starts to huff into the phone, his breathing uneven and heavy from the other end. You lick your lips and close your eyes tightly as you rub yourself, thinking of the last time Harry and you had sex and he had done the same thing.

“You close, baby?” Harry’s thick voice asks through the phone.

“Oh, God, yes,” you moan, whimpers escape your mouth as your legs spasm under your blankets. Your eyelids are heavy as you remove your hand from your now wet cotton panties. Harry grunts on the other end, he too finds his release. The thought of him laying there and his come all over his stomach as he thinks of you, it makes you smile.

“That was something else,” Harry sighs into the phone.

“Yeah,” you sigh, “it was,”

“God, I miss you,” Harry says - his voice louder as though he brought his phone closer.

“I miss you too,” you smile while throwing the blanket off of you to go use the bathroom. “I should go now though, get some sleep,”

“Ah, I see, just using me to get off then, huh?” Harry teases.

You chuckle, “took you long enough to catch on,”

“Alright, I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” Harry says, “have a good sleep, little bird,”

“Have a good morning, H,”

You hang up the phone and toss it onto your bed before walking into your ensuite bathroom. After your finished going pee, you wash your hands and look up into the mirror. There’s makeup smudged under eyes from the little bit of mascara you had wore today, and your hair is a bit of a mess now, but otherwise you look good. You look happy. And with that, you drop your head and slowly look to the closed door to your left that lead into Luke’s room. Back when you were younger, having a bathroom that was between your bedroom was annoying and he always locked your out. The memories bring a faint smile to your lips. You missed him, every single day since he had passed away.

But now you were tired, it was late and you had done enough traveling and talking and everything for the day. You’d deal with being back in this house tomorrow, seeing his face in photos and his door taunting you every time you were upstairs. All of this, you’d cry about in the morning.

#fratboy!harry #i'll be writing another .5 kinda thing of y/n visiting her dad #cause it will put more into her backstory #and alex will be there too #then next part will be the last fluffy part for a while #DRAMAAAAA #okay enough talking #but talk to me about this #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles blurb

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What are the characters fashion sense?

Hazel - She would wear a neat long sleeved blouse with a high waisted pleated skirt. The hem of the skirt usually ranges between knee length and tea length, never above the knee. She would wear white socks with dark coloured kitten heels. Her clothes are usually pastel coloured and she prefers soft pink and purple hues. Sometimes, she would wear patterned casual dresses with a pleated skirt. She would either pair it with a cardigan or some tights. At home, she dresses much more casually. She opts for tshirts and lounge pants most of the time at home with her hair tied up with a scrunchie.

Emilia - Normally you’ll find Emilia in her cheerleading uniform. She is the queen of bralettes and jumps at any opportunity to show them off. That means a lot of off-the-shoulder or open-back shirts. She’s not very big on patterns, but loves lace and other textured materials. She loves soft purples. She’s mostly a jeans kind of girl, she very rarely wears skirts or dresses. All in all Emmy’s style is pretty casual-cute. For make-up she very much sticks to soft colors, like pinks and light browns. She keeps her make-up pretty “natural” looking.

Arcelia - So normally you’ll find Arcelia in her cheerleading uniform. Whenever out of her uniform Celia is not afraid to show what her mama gave her. Her dance background also comes out clearly too. She wears a lot of unitards with skirts. Celia often designs her outfits around her jewellery and accessories. She doesn’t mind a good choker every now and then. She loves playing around with different textures and she does have a soft spot for the occasional sparkle. There’s a little bit of cool girl hipster to her style.

Kalyani - Very tomboy chic. Lots of bomber jackets, often with a cool print (she would steal all of Karamo’s bombers). Black skinny jeans, boyfriend jeans or sweatpants. She will occasionally wear leggings, but rarely black ones, they mostly have a fun pattern. She is exclusively a sneakers girl, but might wear little ankle boots on occasion. She isn’t big on accessories, opting to use patterns to get some interest in her outfits. She usually leaves her bob alone, opting to just leave it as is instead of doing anything with it.

Tobias - His sense of style is pretty typical for a guy, its nothing very exciting. He wears a lot of t-shirts, mostly white or sometimes black under flannel or chambray shirts or his letterman jacket. He might wear henleys sometimes too. He usually wears denim jeans, occasionally black jeans. When he was dating Emilia she pretty much showed him what to wear to not stand out (in a bad way) and he has pretty much just followed those instructions ever since.

Stella - Stella is very fashionable. She likes subdued colours and pastels because they go well with her skin tone. In the summer she’s a big fan of maxi dresses, soft flowy bottoms, lace and crochet shorts and skirts. She also likes stylish fitted crop tops. When the weather drops she loves her berets and tan trench coats, and normally wears tight skinny light washed jeans with a baggy jumper and a lace bralette peeking under it to give some sex appeal. She loves ankle boots more than anything but owns some pumps, flats, sandals and sneakers, and she also loves sweater dresses with thigh high boots. She especially loves tan boots. She’s into the off the shoulder look lately. She never wears anything high waisted because she’s got crazy long legs and they make her body look out of proportion.

Dakota - Kody is one of those typical boy athletes who feels the need to wear long shorts year-round even during the winter when it’s snowing. That does not mean he won’t ever wear pants, because he will if he’s going out somewhere fancy that he really shouldn’t wear shorts to. He’s much more comfortable in shorts though. For shirts he isn’t picky really. The first clean shirt he finds is what he wears. He doesn’t own very many “fancy” shirts, tee-shirts for the most part in every different color. He also does own a bunch of relaxed button down short sleeve shirts. Wearing one unbuttoned overtop of a tee shirt is something he will often do.

Katrina - You will never catch Katrina wearing expensive clothing. Number one: she can’t afford it, and number two: it’s just not her. She has a laid back yet still cute look. It’s rather grungy, definitely not bright “girly” colors. She will nearly always wear a beanie, always in a dark color, sometime with patterns (always simple though). Tank tops with a loose off the shoulder top is her normal go-to. Very rarely will you ever catch her wearing a shirt that is low-cut or too form fitting and you will never catch her in a dress or skirt. She will typically pair her shirt combo with a pair of leggings and black beat up lace-up combat boots. She has had those boots for nearly 4 years and loves them too much to give them up. If she is feeling overly lazy or is having a really bad day, she will just throw on a hoodie and jeans.

Brielle - Brielle’s style is very feminine. She loves patterns and pops of color. People often joke that she always looks like a model who just stepped off the runway. If she is not dressed up, then you know something is wrong. Dresses and skirts are two things she adores as she isn’t a huge fan of pants, feeling too confined. Even during the winter, changes are you will catch her in a sweater dress or a maxi-skirt. It’s rare to catch her wearing the same outfit twice as she loves to shop and her parents have lot of money to buy her whatever she wants. She’s got shoes to go with every outfit. Flats or sandals are what she will typically wear.

Winchester - His day to dayoutfit consists of dark shirts or t-shirts under jackets. He usually wears hoodies during a casual setting and parkas during chilly days. He would mostly wear jeans with sneakers and an occasional snapback. While his sneakers are obvious well used, he still keeps it in a good condition. He usually goes for a dark green or nude colours whem he dresses like this. If he’s out in town or wants to dress a little fancy, he would wear light coloured polo shirts paired with a demin jacket or bomber jacket. He wears it with black or navy slacks and the same sneakers.

Iris - She has a preppy but cute sort of look. But since her family doesn’t make that much money she usually dresses on a budget. Expect to see her wearing a lot of Peter Pan collars weather it be a shirt/blouse, sweater, or a dress. She also mostly wears skirts and has few pants (she wears pants if it’s really cold outside), but she also wears black stockings during Autumn and Spring (her favorites are the ones of polka dots on them). Shoe-wise she wears flats and boots, but she wears heels sometimes to make herself taller. She wears a lot of clothes that have pastel or bright colors.

Frank - Although he comes from an upper class family, he likes to dress casually. He usually wears buttoned up shirts, hoodies, sneakers, he also wears graphic t-shirts with his favorite superheros/musicals/TV Shows/characters on it.

Levi - Levi is rarely seen without his leather jacket. He’s often seen wearing an oversized chequered shirt with a graphic t-shirt or tank top underneath. He’s often seen in dark jeans, normally ripped and far too tight. He tends to wear vans or converse.

Everett - At school you’ll often find him in track pants and plain t-shirts. Outside of school he usually wears lots of slightly outdated band shirt and graphic tees. It’s rather endearing. Besides that his style is pretty basic, lots of dark-wash jeans and plaid shirt.

Lorelei - She pretty much invented the matching tracksuit as a fashion statement. Its very much the Sue Sylvester-look, but make it fashion.

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Requested Greece Inspired Holiday Look

Oh man this one was hard, mainly due to the fact my internet started to play up :( But we got there in the end and i`m pretty proud of my results. This was pretty much open, Perrie, Leigh and Jade were easy to do, but Jesy was hardest and I was stuck with 3 things for her because she doesn`t go on holiday alot or she doesn`t broadcast her vacation so it was quite hard to know what to go for. But these are my results

Jesy

Prettylittlething KHAKI CONTRAST HIGH WAISTED BIKINI BOTTOMS: £10. We don`t see Jesy in bikinis a lot, not as much as the other girls at least. But I know she has worn black and white bikinis and it`s quite hard to know what kind of bikini she likes. So I went for one she has worn before for a night out, but in white and black. But this time you can get it in a khaki set, you can also get it in black if you check out the link. When she wore it I think it suited her, you have none of that buisness today where you can see the bras today and the cups are bigger then your face, I don`t like that personally. I do think she needs to compliment her figure more and she can start with not wearing them bras.

MissGuided black oversized fishnet tshirt dress: £12. So it hasn`t been until the last two or three years Jesy has worn colour, black is still her favourite colour it seems but she`s starting to stray away from it now. Immediatley this piece stood out for me not because it`s black but because she has worn similars before on stage. This is perfect for a holiday as it`s light and easy and you can throw it on over a bikini, you can wear it to the shops on holiday etc. Definitely a staple this one.

Topshop Red Bead and Tassel Drop Earrings: £7. This is where I started struggling. Thankfully I remembered to when she wore these and I thought, these would look great on holiday. The colour is obviously a friend of the suns, will go with a outfit for when your shopping so if you team them with a dress and some sandals and a bag I think it would look great. I do think they are more suited for night time however, as they look more like that way. But together with a tan you`ll be winning at life.

Havaianas Black Slim Flip Flops: £24. One thing i`ve seen Jesy wear all the time is flip flops, never really seen her wear anything else on holiday. These are great for slipping and sliding them on, when you want to walk on the beach and you don`t want sand between your toes. Of course you can get cheaper ones at your Primark or Walmart. Jade is also a keen flip flop fan.

Topshop Jacquard Ruffle Wrap Midi Dress: £49. I know what your thinking...A dress for Jesy? Which isnt black. Well since she decided to stray from black she`s also gone and worn different clothes now and that includes dresses. I noticed she likes free flowing dresses, something you can move about in, maybe kick a leg. This one came about as I remembered her instagram stories from her recent holiday in which she wore a green dress, but without the ruffles. But in the same colour. This can be worn to town for a shopping spree with again some sandals and a pair of earrings.

MissGuided Black stud oversized sunglasses: £16. Sunglasses seem to be Little Mix`s thing nowadays, you can`t go a day without seeing one of them wearing any. When I was struggling I found these and they screamed Jesy to me because they are black, they are studded, they are bold and edgy just like Jesy. Studded sunglasses are very on trend at the moment, I believe these are cheaper then the Topshop versions.

Ego Zane Studded Detail Espadrille Slider In Black Faux Leather: £24.99. I know what your thinking, what the hell are those. Well Jesy has a tendancy to wear ugly, unattractive shoes. When I saw those Topshop black mules she wore them sometime ago they came to mind and I can honestly say I am not a fan of the mule. But anyway, these are big black and boldy, they can slip on and off why not be ideal for Jesy? They tick every box.

Topshop Mom Authentic Rip High Rise Short: £32. When they performed on the Dangerous Woman tour last year, Jesy was never out of shorts. Her go to outfit, which by the way always looked at though she was going to the beach consisted of bra top, shorts and sliders that was it. So how can this not be a inspired without a pair of ripped denim shorts. Of course to spice it up a bit I chose a blue pair, but you can go for black. Have to be ripped obviously or otherwise that isnt edgy Jesy.

Leigh

H&M Patterned kaftan: £8.99. So next we have Leigh, so what inspired this look is when she was on the Neon Lights tour and she posed next to the star sign in this Topshop floral shirt dress thingy. This looks so good it doesn`t even look like a kaftan, you can wear it as a dress or a beach cover up one of the two. Like in photo you can dress it up with a belt and some sliders.

Zara CONTRAST TUNIC WITH BOW: £29.99. This next piece is inspired by her bathrobe look at the Brit Awards this year. Now we have mentioned this item before on this blog so it must be a favourite of mine. But this isnt a bath robe or a dressing gown it`s actually a shirt dress or just a dress if you will. With the special pattern it has going on and with the tie up belt I think it looks cute, and of course it looks summery. Ideal for going shopping in with the mules i`ve included in the set. You don`t have to make much effort with this item and considering it`s Zara you`ve got a pretty good deal going on.

ASOS DESIGN mix and match crinkle tie side brazilian bikini: £10. Simple and plain black bikini, you can never go on holiday without a black bikini and that`s what Leigh always seems to do. It`s a staple and versatile, you can swap the black bikini top with that red bikini top of yours..Mixing and matching as they say.

ASOS Moon River wide leg button trousers: £68. We come to one of the more expensive items of this inspired look. So way back when Leigh wore some white culottes with black buttons, I have seen quite a few white culotte pants over the last few years so it seems that trend isnt dying out anytime soon. So I thought why not pick up on that trend. These would be ideal for sightseeing, shopping, eating out whatever. With the large slit up the side you won`t be feeling hot or bothered and it`s borderline sexy...Not sure if you was going for the sexy look but you get my gist. This will be ideal with the mules and a white crop top, to be honest if I saw you I would think your rich if you were wearing this outfit. A very luxurious, relaxed feel to this outfit, I think this is a staple piece. But what do you think?

quay australia x missguided gold/smoke fade cool innit sunglasses: £45. It can`t be a inspired without sunglasses and especially for Leigh, she is known for her sunglasses and I think she has a exstensive collection of designer glasses now ranging from Dior to Prada to Gucci to Rayban. But unfortanely not many of us can afford designer like she can. But luckilly the ones she wears you can pick up for much less in a high street shop..Makes you wonder why she can`t save the pounds? The ones I have picked are similar to her Dior ones I think? I have no idea I get so mixed up between them all unless they are obvious. These are from Quay, but they have recently joined up with MissGuided for a collaboraton. However, they are still the expensive price they are so what was the point of that? If you want a really good pair of sunglasses then I recommend Quay, I love their designs personally, I don`t like sunglasses that show your eyes cause what`s the point of that if your meant to be wearing sunglasses in the first place? I wanna wear sunglasses so nobody can see what I`m looking at, I wanna look moody AF, I wanna look like Miranda Pricesley.

ASOS MOUSE Pointed Mules: £18. Bet you can guess where I got the inspiration from ;). Mules are very much in at the moment, not Jesy`s big buckle motorcycle i`m gonna eat you up size, but the more smaller size. Gucci have recently launched a selection of mules that seemed to of gone popular and now everyone is duping and copying etc. These can go with pretty much any outfit and you can slip and slide them off whenever. Personally for me, I think mules make you look sophiscated and a lady..yes a lady, who wants to become one of those? Not me. Ok maybe they arent for everyone but if you want to look smart and regal mules are the one. Of course mules are all over the place in different styles and colours and what not, so have a look around first to find the right pair for you.

MissGuided white harness strap detail bralet: £8. It seems as though Leigh`s style staple to go to is a white bralet, it can go with anything and it doesn`t break the bank. I picked this one up from MissGuided for £8

MissGuided black crochet beaded mini dress: £35. One has noticed Leigh likes alot of black lace, netted, fishnet mesh dresses. This type of dress may not be for everyone, it`s more ideal for on the beach or Ibiza but will live. The model makes a great example of a beach cover up with it, might catch a few fish with it aswell when you go into the sea. You can also get this in white.

Perrie

Topshop Rope Sandals: £22. Ah man Perrie was the easiest one for me, mostly inspired by her recent holiday to Greece I came up with loads. She likes the Grecian, boho and hippie style, the crochet and lace style, mostly teamed with the creams, beiges and whites. Also her style similarly crosses over with Leigh sometimes, so some of Leigh`s items could also go with Perrie and vice versa. Anyway first thing on agenda. Now rope sandals are pretty much Perrie`s style, hers looked much cuter then these but will go with it. You can find these type of shoes anywhere else like ASOS or or or or...anywhere else. Maybe for cheaper aswell.

Miss Selfridge Natural Circle Straw Tote Bag: £25. Continuing on with the boho, grecian theme we have a bag! Yes a big round bag that looks like your dinner table. These straw bags are very on trend, especially the ones that are a odd shape. Plenty of room to store your essentials in and maybe your boyfriend when he gets annoying. Believe it or not these actually come in bigger sizes, like way bigger.

Prettylittlething BREANNA WHITE TIE FRONT FLARE SLEEVE CROCHET LACE DRESS£ 25. Need I say more? Very Perrie. Also contender for cutest dress.

MissGuided white lace trim gathered hem crop top: £15. Again inspired by a outfit from Perrie`s travels, still can`t find that top she wore as it`s years old. But this will do. Great for sightseeing, shopping, bird watching, pizza making, milking the goats... Very Poland Eurovision 2016 isnt it, so i`m going off topic here but it`s very milk maid like which is oddly becoming a trend. Not a fan of the puffy sleeves, but am sure if you can pull them down you can make it into a off the shoulder for that sexy feel.

ASOS DESIGN 90s metal round sunglasses in gold: £12, these have that hippy feel, that Perrie look to them. Ideal and versatile item

Zara CROCHET HEADBAND: £2.99. People always say to accessorize, this will jazz up your outfit, make you look extra. Bargain aswell at £2.99

Zara LACE DRESS: £29.99. No brainer this one, again ideal for shopping, sightseeing anything. Very cute piece with a flared sleeve. Not too small, not too big will flatter your figure.

H&M Patterned maxi skirt: £24.99. It has come to my attention Perrie likes to wear a maxi skirt like this one. She`s got several in her wardrobe and it completes the boho look. teamed with sandals, that milk maid top, them sunglasses from ASOS and your bossing it.

MissGuided white scallop hem knitted crochet bralet: £15

Jade

ASOS DESIGN Swing Playsuit With Button Front In Patchwork Floral Print: £25. And finally we come to Jade. Her style when she goes on holiday is very different from the rest...she`s colourful, quirky, laidback very much like my style. When she`s not on holiday, but it`s warm and humid she does like to go down the ditsy floral route. What is ditsy? Small flower patterns, hard to describe but yeah. So i`ve chosen this playsuit with the ditsy pattern, very easy to move around in, very light and breezy. Cute little vintage number.

Topshop Joni Cycling Shorts: £29. Y`all probably thinking what the hell are those again. These are the first thing I picked up and the reason why I picked them up? Jade dresses like a tomboy sometimes and I thought these suited that to a T. Not to mention they are being sold at Topshop so must be on trend. Teamed with trainers, mules, flip flops and a crop top this will be cool enough to impress your little brother.

ASOS DESIGN small cat eye fashion glasses: £12. Jade seems to of taken a liking to her own pair of retro cat eye sunglasses from PLT, So why not yourself? Very bang on trend and can come in multiple colours and also you can do a great impression of Anne Robinson...Look her up.

Adidas Court Vantage Trainers White Vapour Pink Exclusive: £59.99. Jade lives in trainers, she teams them with almost anything and that`s because she wants to be comfortable all the while. Of course you don`t have to go for the most expensive pair of trainers, a simple plain pair will do. Great for walking around in or if your hiking or running around after that idiot boyfriend of yours.

ASOS DESIGN Spot Floral Print Pom Pom High Waist Skirted Bikini Bottom: £20. This is Jade rolled into one, colourful, ditsy and quirky. Very cute as a two piece and a outfit for besides the pool. You can find the link to the top through the link.

Boohoo Slogan High Leg Crop Bikini: £16. This may be a bikini but you can style it up how you want, I view it as a top. This is inspired by Jade`s top from the Word up MV, nearly the same colour but it`s so adorable and cute. Can wear it with denim shorts, trainers and sunglasses or as a bikini.

MissGuided black sequin triangle bikini set: £25. I find Jade expresses herself more through her bikinis, mostly all the time full of sequins, colour and wackiness. I know Motel does similar bikinis but inject your wardrobe full of colour, don`t be shy!.

Topshop TALL Ditsy Print Mini Slip Dress: Sold Out. Sold out whilst posting :( Look for something similar as Jade loves these.

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