#it's crazy she must be hitting something pretty sensitive in there

[ratslutuncontained]

3am and I woke up to piss, daddy saw me come online and immediately told me to start cockwarming, now I've got the nova in and I can feel it in my entire body ouhh my god 🥴🫠

[amymbona]

thinking abt perv bff Tashi ugghhh

like during movie night, she kicks a pillow off the bed and makes you get up to get it and when you bend over she has a nice view of your underwear

makes you take off your bra before playing tennis because "it's hot outside" (it isn't, she just wants to see the bounce)

makes you wear her shirt and only her shirt because 'its more comfortable"

and also because she wants to steal your panties

If she did this to me, I'd probably go crazy for her 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

She basically teaches you to feel comfortable in as little clothing as possible, writing a slogan "free the titties!" on one of the stickers on your laptop. And you're kinda grateful for it, because you used to be really insecure and afraid of showing too much. Like the little spandex shorts you'd wear under your skirt for tennis. You'd be sweating your ass off in them, itching your butt hastily, the same uncomfortable feeling applying to your bra, squeezing your tits and allowing for too much sweat to pool around them.

Now, she's made you her little doll, basically (un)dressing you up to her liking. And you are so compliant, willing to walk around your shared dorm just in your panties. Literally. Not joking. You leave the small bathroom attached to your room almost naked, not caring that you've forgotten your (her, she literally makes you sleep in her clothing) shirt folded on the bed. Your tits are free, lightly bouncing as you walk, a few remaining droplets of water hanging from your nipples.

Tashi can't resist herself. She makes a little come here gesture with her hand and has you sit on her bed. "You've got a little something on here," and with complete nonchalance, she begins wiping the remaining water (literally just a few drops that would dry within the next few minutes or get soaked into the shirt) off of your breasts, her soft thumbs brushing over your nipples.

You can't hold back a moan, eyes widening, not only at the way she touches you, but mainly the indifference in her expression. This is the first time she - anybody - has ever touched you like that, so intimately.

"Tashi," you whisper shakily, "What are you-"

"Shhh. It's okay," she shushes you, a firm tone contrasting the soft smile on her face, as her palms move to cup your breasts. "Do you like it?"

You gulp, staring down at where her tan hands keep lightly holding your tits, testing how the feel against her hold. "I don't know."

"I can make you like it," she states with total confidence.

"How?"

The response is nonverbal. Instead of an explanation, Tashi kisses you, the soft press of her glossed lips against your making you whimper lightly. If you were standing right now, your legs would probably give up under you. She overpowers you easily, and yet there is a certain gentleness to her movements, because she knows you're so innocent and inexperienced. She can basically feel you tremble as she holds you, loving the way she's turning you into a little shy mess in her hands.

With easy precision, her lips travel over your cheek and down the line of your jaw to settle under your ear, where they latch onto the soft, never kissed before skin. She's gonna be the first person to ever give you a hickey, to mark you and make you hers.

With her help, you're lowered onto your back, bare body hitting the mattress. Tashi settles between your legs, allowing them to wrap around her hips. You do that whole thing yourself and she smiles into your skin, knowing you must have seen that in some movie, squeezing your breasts in return.

"You're so pretty," she whispers as the kisses slowly move towards your chest, your sensitive and, up until now, untouched breasts. "Such pretty tits."

"Tashi," you're a moaning mess as your friend's lips latch onto your nipple, sucking the air in and pulling it between her teeth. Your body jerks, afraid she might actually bite your nipple off, eyes snapping open as you stare at the ceiling.

She keeps running over your nipple with her tongue, teasing the other one with her thumb to keep the stimulation even, and poor you, you're trembling under her like a lamb, back arching to push her breasts closer to her face.

Tashi moves onto your other nipple, leaving a thin trail of her sweet saliva to drip into the valley between your breasts, sucking and licking like she's trying to get a sip of some milk that you've never had any chance acquiring. She teases your sensitive breasts and nipples with her hands and mouth, enjoying the way you moan under her. Successfully, she's turning you into her little doll, showing you all the ways a woman can be pleasured.

[lanabuckybarnes]

Brain rot, Brain rot.

18+ Minors DNI

(I do not own any photos used, credits go to the original owners)

A little piece I’ve created about my favourite roles that Seb has played (the ones I’ve watched so far) because Mr Lee Bodecker and Nick have got me in a literal chokehold.

( I know about their red flags but girlies im colourblind).

Just wanted to try something a little different, Warnings are under the cut.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader, Nick Fowler x reader, Steve Kemp x reader, Bucky x reader

Warnings: Spoilers for the movies, mention of Cheating (It’s Lee being unfaithful per usual), Dark Lee, Manipulation, Throat fucking, Size kink, Breeding Kink, Mentions of Pregnancy, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Teasing, Cock Warming, Pussy Eating, Mentions of Cannibalism, Biting, Dry Humping, Dark Steve I suppose (Steve being Steve), Voyeurism. DO NOT READ IF THESE TRIGGER YOU, if I’ve missed any warnings please let me know.

Whew Lordy.

Lee bodecker is a filthy man, with 100+ glaring red flags and you still peruse him?! It’s a wonder the townsfolk don’t have you sent to the looney bin. He absolutely loves it when his little mistress (you) wraps herself in his leather coat, just the thought of you wearing it gets him all possessive.

He loves a lady he can manipulate— bend and train to his will. A girl that when he comes stomping into her little cottage she’s there with a steak on the table and her mouth open for him. Not only does a sweet little lady appeal to him because of their naivety but because of just how shy and innocent they really are.

If you in a pretty white frock while he fucks your face is the last thing he sees as he closes his eyes on this world, he’ll die a happy man.

Also size kink demon, loves when his thick hand engulfs your thigh or when you have to go onto your toes to kiss him, loves it when one of his big ole palms can hold your wrists above your head while he pounds away at you. It’s like a ritual now for him to sit his fat length over your pussy just before he plunges in, he loves imagining just how deep he’ll be hitting you when he fucks you.

Talks about getting you pregnant A LOT. You never knew it was a kink till you were talking with some of the older ladies about your ‘mystery man’. When you brought up the fact that he’s constantly moaning about swelling that little belly up, giving you his son, they all confirmed what he was experiencing was a thing most ‘manly men’ felt. They assured you it would be a great honour to have a man’s son but you played with the hem of your dress in guilt and shame, he wasn’t your husband and he thought of you as nothing more than his little side piece to make up for his boring wife.

Please ride this man while wearing his hat, he will not survive.

Nick Fowler, I don’t really know much about him— I mostly watched clips of him on YouTube but I just imagine him with a phat daddy kink. When you whimper daddy for the first time he just about spurts right then and there.

Loves teasing the shit outta you, how many times have you came on his fingers and tongue? You don’t know but you feel fucked out— you don’t think you could handle another, Nick just scoffs.

“Come on baby another for me” he encourages, his sopping fingers circling your sensitive bud and all you can do is lie back and take it.

When he’s had a real bad day all he wants is for you to get those fucking clothes off and sit on his cock, you don’t have to move he just wants to feel your warmth and how you squeeze against him.

Now if you think you were insane to go after someone like Lee you must actually be crazy to let Steve near you, even after finding out his little ploy, how you were nothing more than meat to him— you still let him fuck you. This man knows how to eat, he’s down there for every course, slowly spreading your folds with his fingers and liking a strip up from your hole to your clit before diving straight in. He’ll have you loosing your voice over the way you scream when he drags orgasm after orgasm out of your pretty body

Constantly talks about eating your flesh while he kisses you, occasionally biting down nice and hard leaving teeth marks all over the meaty parts of your body. Even before you found out he was a cannibal he’d be biting and licking on you, he called it sampling the meat before he bought in.

Dress up nice and pretty for him, he loves it. He loves nice light colours and lacy material, the way it makes your skin look all flawless and doesn’t clash with the dark marks he’s given you has him hard in his pants quicker than you could imagine. Another man who loves being fully clothed while you’re practically naked. Has cum in his pants an embarrassing amount of times when you’ve straddled him, grinding your lace covered kitty against his bulge.

Although I write about him all the time I can never fully flesh out one of the fantasy’s I think of him in. This man, although awfully shy about his sex life with others, will and has absolutely ruined you in public places. A restaurant, he’s played with your little clit under the table and fucked you in one of the bathroom stalls, in a car while you, Sam and Steve were going on a road trip. Even once in Tony’s house during a party— Tony had almost caught you two bumping and grinding in his laundry room, the thought of how close you two were to being caught had Bucky biting on your shoulder and coming all up your back quicker than he’d ever done before.

—

I have no idea where all these come from but I’m loving it.

[jojo56jerboa]

keys: k/n is katsumis girl r/n is retsus

new dude: you dont have any muscles how are you ganna train me?!

k/n: huh? i do have muscles see

*k/n rolls up her sleeve and flexes vainly arms and all*

new dude: (what the hell ive never seen a girl of all people have this much vain and muscle)

new dude:and h-how do you hide it?!

k/n:like this*k/n runs her hand down her arm and the vains and muscle seems do fade*

new dude:why do you hide them in the first place?

k/n: so i dont intimidate boys like you and because i want to look cute sometimes

new dude: yea whatever i dont think girls need all that muscle what can you do?

k/n: its pretty obvious im a higher rank then you dude

/a lil more talking and fighting goes on\

new dude:(i dont think i can do this any longer i've gotta get out of this place!- keep it cool man)

* suddenly he gets hit (you can choose what move) and he goes flying to the wall shaking the whole building*

k/n: come on big guy!

new dude:(i can make it away from this woman now is my chance!!)

*he gets up and runs out and almost bumps into r/n*

r/n:... should i ask?

k/n:i do t know why he is so scared he has been on edge since we started fighting

r/n: what could he be scared of?

k/n: who knows

.

.

.

*new dude ends up running into retsu and katsumi*

new dude:sorry guys i've gotta get out of the place that girl you recommended for me is crazy strong!

*retsu and katsumi look at each other confused*

*katsumi makes a smug face*

katsumi: oh! you must be talking about k/n?

new dude:y-yea

katsumi: you shouldn't be scared of her she wouldn't hurt you..

*retsu gives katsumi a side glance*

katsumi:- unless you did something come on lets go back

new dude: i- ok

*k/n and r/n walk up to them*

k/n: yea let's restart i didn't mean to scare you!

r/n: hm

* k/n walks over to katsumi and slaps a finger between his belt and his clothes katsumi smiles down at her*

new dude:(hell no she is to nonchalant about this what kind if girl acts so...calm about flexing her muscles like that!)

r/n: something is troubling you yes?

new dude:Y-yes dose this happen all the time?

retsu:what are you talking about?

new dude:never mind(what did i get myself into!? this is supposed be a quick mission and im over here scared of a muscle woman)

r/n:you are a very sensitive man you know that?

new dude:huh? im not ive just..been through a lot today my apologies

retsu:(something isn't right about this guy)

new dude:hehe im just-

r/n:you are being suspicious

new dude:(is there something im not getting? do they know?!)

katsumi:thats enough lets get this over with

k/n:you aren't good at hiding things

r/n:you must be new here or you're an inmate

(i know this is trash no hate please im still new to this)

[wildwinterlunas]

well gee now i want a run down of how everyone got kidnapped by null sector and the angst along with it.

i am just thinking about ana and how she'd be.

also kiri?

oh god cassidy, who is like built and trained to evade getting caught, and suddenly in the hot seat getting his memories robbed

pharah not caring about herself but how ana and cassidy are suffering

and then symmetras brain going crazy over the loud screeching of robots, the struggle for her memories to relay over because there is just so much going on and she has no control over it

It actually pretty easy to figure out how all of them would have gotten taken. How they deal with it though is something you need to analyze their characters for.

In Ana's new short story she and Jack split way, Ana going to warn and protect other ex-Overwatch agents that Talon is targeting them, which could easily lead to Ana being captured by Talon since she was trained and is an expertise in long ranged combat. Since she's alone she would also be easy to overwhelm. As for how she'd deal with it, I think she would have one of the hardest times, mainly because both of her kids are here, they are in danger, and she can do nothing but hope Overwatch doesn't think they're all dead. She wouldn't show any of this to anyone with the possible exception of Cassidy but I do think she'd struggle specifically with the idea that Pharah and Cassidy are there too.

With Kiriko I could see either some Hashimoto involvement or Doomfist specifically going after her because of his implied history with her mother. In general Kiriko is terrifying in a fight, with or without help, so she would likely be a go to for making a robot clone of. In that way she could also have just been take by a Null Sector drone. As for how she'd deal with the situation, she would be the one actively trying to get out at first but likely give up soon after. I could see her genuinely being worried that no one is coming for them, that they'll die in Null Sector hands.

With Cassidy, like you said, he's been trained to evade getting caught in situations like these, so I think another agent must have been in danger or he pulled a sacrifice move in order to complete a mission. As for how he's dealing with the situation itself, he's the best at dealing with it, mainly due to the fact that he's been imprisoned before, he was also likely trained on what to do when caught in this type of situation due to how sensitive Blackwatch information was, possibly even for infiltration missions too. Though I do think that Cassidy would have a hard time with the memory probing, which I think it would lead him to try and focus of anything else happening, like an escape plan or what Null Sector is planning to do with these probed memories. Basically anything to make sure he isn't thinking about the memories themselves.

Again like what you said, I think Pharah would be more worried about Cassidy and Ana then herself. I also think she would be worried about whoever is coming to rescue them, worried that they will also get captured. She has the easiest time with the memory probing but everything else is a struggle for her. She wasn't trained for any of this, she's never been imprisoned before, she doesn't know what to do and the two people who would are likely no where near her.

Symmetra is just suffering, cause not only would she be overstimulated to hell and back, she likely got put in this position because of a betrayal. Specifically Sanjay finally turned on her and turned her over to Talon. I could honestly picture Satya disassociating from everything, for at least a little while before everything hits her again. There is also the fact she knows no one here, she's completely alone and has no idea if she'll live to see the outside world again. This kind of leas me into something that I don't see people address and that is the fact that Symmetra isn't a soldier, and though she is trained in combat, she isn't a fighter either. Out of everyone taken by Null Sector she is the least prepared for the situation.

That's it for now, though one more thing. I want to present is that Cassidy has been the one placed closest to Symmetra due to him not knowing her as placing him near Ana and Pharah (his family) or Kiriko (they haven't met but Cassidy would be familiar with her skill set because of Genji) would be a bad idea. Same reasoning for why I think Kiriko and Pharah would be placed closer together (haven't met and have opposing world views) and why Ana is likely isolated from everyone else.

[watching-pictures-move]

Movie Review | God of Gamblers (Wong, 1989)

I remember hearing about this one back when I first started getting into Hong Kong cinema. I remember watching The Killer, thinking how cool Chow Yun Fat was in that one, and assuming he’d be similarly cool in this one. I remember reading the piece on David Bordwell’s site where he lists some titles he considers essential introductory viewing for Hong Kong cinema, and setting on the A Better Tomorrow, which also stars Chow Yun Fat and features him in the single coolest shot in movie history, and this one right after, and getting more confidence that this would offer similar pleasures. I remember seeing all these gifs of Chow in a tuxedo doing all these crazy moves presumably befitting of the God of Gamblers, and of all these crazy action scenes, and forming an idea in my head of how impossibly cool this movie must have been. I suspect others approaching this movie without reading any actual reviews may have formed a similar idea in their heads.

What Bordwell conveniently left out, and what was likely harder to distill into gif format, was that Chow is really only cool for the first and last half hours of this movie, and is in a very different mode for the middle hour. You see, Chow is the God of Gamblers, and you see him put his amazing gambling powers to use as he gambles better and harder than anybody he comes across. I personally don’t gamble and have little personal interest in card games and the like, but Wong Jing directs the hell out of these sequences, serving up ample style to compensate for the supposedly meager budget. (I was a little disappointed that Michiko Nishiwaki, who appears in one of these scenes and, as in My Lucky Stars, elicits some well deserved gasps when she reveals her muscles, doesn’t appear in more of the movie.) And you get a pretty sweet action scene on a train with triad member Charles Heung, who’s another person you’re gonna have to separate the art from the artist with.

But then Chow gets bonked on the head multiple times and reverts to a childlike state, retaining only his love of chocolate and his godlike gambling powers while falling under the care of low level criminal Andy Lau and his friends, a turn which suggests Wong watched Rain Man and decided he needed to fit that in with all the other movies he was cribbing from. What’s shocking is how well this works, in large part because of the total commitment Chow shows in the role. No, it’s not sensitive, and the scene where Lau watches a kid being yelled at by her mother on a bus and feels bad about yelling at Chow, only to run back to him and find him eating ice cream and holding balloons will elicit unintentional laughs more than anything else, but I respect the commitment to the bit. I guess scenes like this, or the one where Chow threatens to cut off Wong’s dick after being told men aren’t allowed to scream during sex, or the one where he chops up Ng Man-Tat’s tie are harder to distill into gif format, but they’re entertaining none the less.

So as long as you don’t expect the movie to flow together at all, there’s something to keep you entertained during the two hour runtime, especially as all the goofy stuff is interspersed with the usual acrobative and squib-heavy set pieces you can expect from classic Hong Kong action cinema. (Wong’s most distinct directorial flourish is the use of slow motion to emphasize particularly impressive or painful-looking stunts.) That being said, I’m still a little baffled that this was a big enough hit to have spawned as many sequels and spin-offs as it did, but I guess people just loved watching Chow gamble.

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

sugar daddy hannie is back

- 🧃

link to the video

jjongjjongie_yn: no tickets againnn😭😭 why is life so unfair (┬┬﹏┬┬)

You press 'post' and let your phone plop on the mattress, along with your body laid out like a starfish on the beach.

You lost your chance to book tickets for the Seventeen concert. Again. You waited thirty minutes in the online queue, only to see that all seats were already booked and sold out. Naturally, you had to complain on weverse, like many other carats who were in the same spot as you - ticketless.

Except you didn't expect a notification on your phone. And you definitely did not expect your favorite idol to slide in your dms when you reopened your phone, gasping out loud when you read the username.

정한: hey there~ sorry to hear you didn't get tickets to our concert T-T

정한: but i think i could help you get one hehe

You were about to lose your mind. THE Yoon Jeonghan offering you tickets? You must be crazy to let that golden chance slip away from your grasp.

jjongjjongie_yn: omg omg really?? i would be so happy to see you singing and dancing irl🤧

정한: and what if i told you that i could do much more than singing and dancing?

jjongjjongie_yn: eh? like what exactly?

정한: tell me, sweetheart....am i your favorite seventeen member?

jjongjjongie_yn: well duh?? ofc you are!!

정한: do you think about me then?

Oh shit. Now what the hell were you supposed to answer? Of course you think about him. Fuck, you've even fantasized not so innocent things about him

ding!

You check your phone again and the new message from Jeonghan is enough to send chills down your spine.

정한: is it naughty things you're thinking about?

Well fuck. You were caught and you didn't even get the chance to defend yourself. But at this point, it doesn't matter anymore - might as well have some fun, right?

jjongjjongie_yn: and what if i do? punish me?

정한: you sound like you would enjoy that

jjongjjongie_yn: I would....with you maybe

정한: then that makes my request even easier

jjongjjongie_yn: what request?

정한: you want something from me right? in return, I want something from you, angel

You already knew the answer

jjongjjongie_yn: lemme guess...you want a hookup?

정한: smart girl~~ unless you don't want to?

jjongjjongie_yn: why wouldn't I want to? getting free tickets and dick from my fav idol? sounds like a win-win situation

정한: well of course

정한: after all, I know how to make a girl feel like she's in heaven, be it with my mouth, fingers or cock

jjongjjongie_yn: fuck hannie

정한: oh? did that hit a sensitive spot, baby?

정한: did it make your pretty pussy throb?

jjongjjongie_yn sent a photo.

정한: I was right after all~

jjongjjongie_yn: do you know what else would make me throb?

jjongjjongie_yn: your cock

정한 sent a photo.

jjongjjongie_yn: fuck you're huge

jjongjjongie_yn: god I want you inside me so bad hannie

정한: and you will have me, angel

jjongjjongie_yn: set the time and place and I'll be there hannie

정한: good girl~

[doberbutts]

Hi hi! I've been reading your posts about the Depp and Heard case and you offer a really refreshing perspective! I have a friend who was really invested in the case and she would update me regularly even though I was intentionally avoiding talking about it because of how sensitive of a topic it is and ofc she was very adamantly on Depps side. It sounds to me like both Depp and Heard might be victims in their own right and they both made their own contributions towards the toxicity of the relationship.

I think this case being televised has revealed the biases of those watching, for sure. It amazes me that there's so many "he tried to get a psych to say she was crazy on the stand!!!" as though she did not do that as well. And yet nothing about how the argument of "well he's an addict you can't trust addicts" isn't equally damaging to addicts that aren't hurting anyone and are trying to get better because addiction is a health problem you weirdos.

I think their individual claims are equally plausible. I also think the only people who truly know what happened are, well, the people they happened to or around. I think it is very possible for a bigger, older man to be beaten up by his significantly younger partner, I think it is very possible for said bigger, older man to fly into a rage that makes said younger partner fear their life even if the younger partner technically hit first. I think certain claims are pretty easy to prove or disprove- let's be serious, to my knowledge the dogs are yorkies. Humans don't shit the same size as a yorkie so all we have to ask is how big the shit was and that puts that point to bed, no pun intended. Sorry but what comes out of me and what comes out of my chihuahuas are very distinctly different in size. But I think some of it is much harder to prove since there were no doctors involved except for the finger: how can anyone prove they were assaulted with a bottle or held down for a cavity search? How can anyone prove they were hit in the face multiple times before striking back? How can anyone prove who landed the first punch? How can anyone prove if the first punch was out of self-defense?

The only thing I know for certain about this case is that they had an awful marriage. It must have been hell. It is better for both of them to be out. But I think in terms of domestic violence, it often takes something very extreme and yes I do mean more extreme than some bruising and a cut finger before it becomes very clearcut what's going on. There are often signs seen by those closest to the conflict, but as far as courts go it is notoriously tricky to get any domestic abuse charges to go through without that extreme event because often there either is no evidence to back a legitimate claim or the interpretation of the evidence could go either way. It's easy to claim a black eye is from something innocent or a dispute from both people throwing hands that got a little wild. It's less easy to claim a broken back and brain injury from being bodily picked up and thrown down the stairs by a man twice your size- as what happened to my sister- is from anything besides that man trying to kill you.

BUT I do think that the people who have made this their latest fandom hyperfocus blorbo meme factory are gross. It doesn't matter who you believe. You are running the chance of mocking a DV survivor if you're wrong in your belief. You're running the risk of calling a DV survivor a liar. You're running the risk of making a mockery of someone who is reliving some of their worst moments in front of a TV camera. I think those who are doing this can pick whoever they feel is the right answer without resorting to TERF behavior or to misogyny.

Lastly, I think everyone needs to remember that this was not a domestic violence trial, it was a defamation trial. The jury did not rule that there was no abuse coming from Depp to Heard, the jury ruled that even if Depp was abusing Heard, there was evidence she was abusing him too, and thus it is defamation to claim that she was the innocent victim of domestic violence. Similarly, they also ruled that Depp was wrong to say she made it all up for the money, thus it is defamation to claim she was making things up or fabricating evidence solely for financial gain. That means it's likely the jury believes they were hitting each other, not that only one was harming the other and the other is a perfectly innocent sweet angel that could never do anything wrong.

[nightowlfandom]

Kakashi Hatake- Cheeky

 ANON ASKS

Hey author-chan how are you? Well I saw that your requests are open and I would like to know if you write to Naruto and if the answer is yes, could I get a Kakashi x f!reader imagine/oneshot with prompt #19, please?

I ended up asking her to choose a couple more prompts, aaannnd here they are!

#19- Hmm, who you tryna’ look sexy for babygirl?

#20- Don’t finish that sentence darling…it won’t end well for you

#27- I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day.

#30- Dance for me. I’ll sit right here and you put on a show, okay?

 #47- You’re too cheeky for you own good, kid.

warning.....I will fuck up your day. Might be OOC but almost all my shit kinda is imo lol Does anyone really care?....he spits in your mouth..... I am sorry for absolutely nothing.

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Leggo

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“Watch it, Kid!”

“Why don’t you walk where you walk!” you caught the throwing star between your two fingers as it was hurled back at you. “You’re cutting into my training time.” you rolled your eyes.

“Damnit Y/N you could have taken my eye out.” Kakashi groaned. “Be careful with that thing!” 

“Like that would have been a bad thing.” you scoffed. “Get out of the way next time.” you rubbed your shoulder. “If you weren’t in my line of vision, you wouldn’t have almost got caught in the crossfire.”

“You know you love looking at me.”

“How can I when no one ever sees your face.” you burst out laughing. “What kinda mug you got under than mask, huh?” you challenged. 

“You’re too cheeky for your own good kid, someone outta bring you down a few notches.”

“And just whose gonna do that.” you rolled your eyes, turning away from him.

You ignored his answer and bent over, stretching to touch your toes. “My back.” you groaned. When you stood up straight again, he was staring at you. “You need something?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” he blinked(...or winked?) at you.

“I can’t tell if that was a wink or not...” you raised a brow.

“Good.”

“You’re a real-”

“ Don’t finish that sentence darling…it won’t end well for you “

He walked off, undoubtedly wearing a self-satisfactory look on his face.

“How does she put up with him?”

“Damn, I thought she was really gonna kill him for a minute.”

“You’d think those two liked each other with how much they argue backed and forth.”

“It’s not nice to gossip.” you called behind your back to your comrades. You shoved the throwing star back into your pouch and walked off. Kakashi Hatake and Y/N L/N were always the talk of the town. One was always getting on the nerves of the others.

....

You were relaxing in your house after a long day of training. It was good to work out your skills while nothing was going on. You never knew when something was gonna happen. You stretched your arms over your head as you walked into your kitchen. 

“God I’m starving.” you sighed. Before you could dig through your fridge, there was a knock at the door.

“I’m coming!” you called, knowing they could hear. As you neared the door, the knocking only got louder. “Geez Hold on-!” You yanked the door open to see Kakashi awkwardly standing there. He wore his authoritative demeanor.

“Y/N, may I come in?” he spoke. You almost peaked behind his shoulder, people were walking around outside. ‘We must talk.”

“Sure.” you made room for him to walk in. Just as you closed the door, you were pushed up against the door. He yanked down his mask to show that daring smirk. You felt his lips brush against yours. Kakashi wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up and pushing you even further against the door.

“ I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. “ he moaned against your lips. “Shit you drive me crazy.” he growled.  “I bet you thought your little show was cute.”

“Got your attention didn’t it?” you giggled through the friction. “If we’re gonna sneak around, might as well make it fun for me too.”

For the last several months you had been more than casual with Kakashi. He trailed his hand down your spine, resting at the base of your back. 

“I have half a mind to punish you.” he began kissing down your neck. “But I missed you so much.”

“So does that mean you can stay for the night or do you have to wrangle those three morons again?” you melted into his tough as the thoughts of the Three Stooges getting into trouble that required Kakashi to clean up....again. 

“I’ll stay if you want me to.” he began kissing your cheeks, forehead, nose and lips. He kept rotating around each area of your face. To answer his question, you helped him out of his jacket. “Hm, okay then.” he smirked. 

“I don’t need to tell you where my bedroom is do I?” you stepped away from him.

... (Two days later)

Training in the woods wasn’t so bad. But training while Kakashi dragged his students along was gonna drive you absolutely crazy.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

“Yes. Naruto.” you seethed. ‘What can I do for you.”

“I’m gonna be the best Ninja in the world! You just watch! I’ll be able to beat you one day!”

“That’s great buddy!” you tried to laugh. Cute. No one could compare to you when it came to throwing sharp things at a target. You walked by Kakashi sending him a harsh glare. You walked ahead of the group. No one could see it, but your annoyance made him smile a bit. You stopped in front of a three, pinning a target to it before walking a good 30 feet away from it. You went into your pouch and took out a throwing star.

With a single flick of the wrist you threw it, watching it slice through the air and hit the target right in the middle. You walked back another few feet and did it again. Good to know you hadn’t lost your touch.

“Wow. Miss Y/N sure knows what she’s doing.” Sakura whispered to Kakashi. “I can see why everyone raves about her,”

“Yes. She is very capable, Sakura. She has impeccable precision.” he commented. Although he was thinking something completely different. Everyone watched as you took out your annoyance on the bullseye target, When you had ran out of stars, you trudged back up to the tree and yanked each one out.

Later on, Sakura, Sasuke, and Naruto were all napping. All had passed out at some point after some extreme training courtesy of Kakashi. As for you, you were sitting by the lake, getting some much needed recreation. You had just gone for a swim. The ice cold water felt perfect. 

You stood up against the tree facing away from everyone. You were prepared to get back into the water when Kakashi came up, slowly ridding himself of his shirt as he did.

“Going for a-” you were cut off as he pushed himself against you, claiming your mouth in a kiss. Not that you weren’t totally happy, but his students were literally napping less that 50 feet away from you both.

“W-wha are you-?”

“Shhh.” Kakashi pulled down his mask then got down on his knees as he fumbled with your panties. “If we’re gonna do this, you gotta be quiet.”

“You’ve had some pretty dumb ideas but-...fuh.” you cut yourself off as you felt him trail his hands up your thigh. He pressed small kisses down your thighs. You were still soaking wet from the water, so your skin was slippery. He pulled your panties down, placing small kisses along your heat.

You dared peek over your shoulder. Everyone was still sleeping, but you found it hard to focus. Kakashi gently drove his tongue into your slit, causing a sharp gasp to escape your lungs. Your legs shook as his tongue flicked against your clit.

“Kakashi~” you shuddered. You found yourself running your hands against his silvery white hair. He grabbed your leg and hooked it over his shoulder. “We could get caught!”

“Exciting isn’t it?” he giggled. “You just have to stay quiet.” you felt his fingers slither inside you. “ Come on Y/N... Dance for me. I’ll sit right here and you put on a show, okay? “ he moaned, sloppily dragging his tongue up your slit. “Shit- You’re so fucking good, Y/N. You’re soaking.” he laughed evilly. 

“Whose f-fault is that!”

He slapped your ass, making you gasp again. You could just picture that shit eating grin on his face. 

You were made to stand up straight as Kakashi rose to his feet. He hoisted you up, wrapping both of your legs around his torso. You hadn’t noticed that his pants had dropped around his ankles. You felt his painfully slowly slide himself inside. 

“They’re still sleeping.” he grunted, slowly thrusting into you. “Fuck I needed this.” he moaned. “I need you~” he coughed. “Kiss me.” 

He, in a hurry, sloppily kissed you. Your tongues clashed. You faced heated up from the lewd sounds your mouths made as they clashed together. Kakashi pushed your further against the tree. 

“Kakashi..” you were able to muster. 

“Open your fucking mouth.” he cut you off. “Now...” he growled. 

You obediently did as he asked, sticking out your tongue as Kakashi let a line of drool go from his tongue to yours. He claimed your mouth again while he dug his nails into your thighs. His cock twitched inside of you as his thrusts grew sloppy. 

You couldn’t even talk through his kisses. Your insides clenched around him, feeling yourself grow more and more sensitive at his touch. You didn’t care how loud you were anymore and he didn’t either. 

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna fucking cum. I’m gonna- ARGH-” 

You felt him practically bottom out inside of you, cumming inside your depths. To avoid making any sounds, he kissed you again. With one harsh thrust, you came too. You heard those lewd watery sounds as liquids dripped out of your pussy, down your legs. Poor plants. 

“Kakashi~” you moaned again.

“It feels good?” he talked down to you in a babyish voice. “You like my cum inside you don’t you.” he spilled the rest of himself into you tightness. “And they’re still sleeping.” he smirked. “You were worried about nothing.”

“Shut up.” you rolled your eyes. You whined as he slowly removed himself from you. 

“It’s running down your leg.” he laughed. “Shit, you’re so sexy.” he dragged his tongue down your neck. “Shit-”

“You’re lucky we didn’t get caught.” you shakily spoke. “And you call me the cheeky one.”

“Hm, don’t be like that, babe...or else I might not to easy on you this time.”

(This one was not so much hardcore, but it was something, so I’m all caught up with requests I think! Does anyone here fucks with Haikyuu?.....Can I- Can I write for Haikyuu?)

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Happy Accident: Ban x thicc!Reader

Prompt 37 “Wow. That outfit…let me help you out of it.” With Ban

A/N: Okay so I am definitely working on that Bakugo fic BUT I started this one first as a gift for a friend and figured that I would also post it here so that y’all have something to read while I work on the other one! I also have a Toshinori fic that’s finished and I’ll post that either before or after depending on how long it takes me to write the Bakugo one! Anyways this is like the smallest amount of backstory sorry in advance but hopefully you all like it!

Pairing: Ban x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, pure filth, cursing, light choking, marking (y’all I’m a sucker for the fangs), ummmmm I think that’s it!

Word Count: 4248, she’s kinda long, I’m not good at short works lmao

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You hadn’t planned on joining up with the Seven Deadly Sins, but Elizabeth was your best friend and after everything that had happened you couldn’t even think of letting her go off to Camelot with them alone. Not that you didn’t trust them to keep her safe, you knew Meliodas would die before he let anything happen to her, but still you worried. So against the wishes of your father you had packed your things and joined the Sins on their journey.

It was honestly nice to be around people other than the stuffy royals you were used to. Not that you had anything against your heritage, you just longed for something more…exciting, dangerous, something exhilarating. The Sins ended up being much more interesting than you expected too, and you quickly became friends with Diane. King and Gowther were much more reserved, but they were friendly enough. Of course Meliodas was the life of the party, and always cheerful. Then there was Ban. Charming, sexy, crazy Ban. At almost 7 feet tall he towered over you, and he used that to his advantage when teasing you. He would always catch you at the worst possible moment, caging you between his arms at the bar and leaning down over you like a predator. He loved the way your face would flush every time he got close to you. Truth be told, the man was already head over heels for you though he wasn’t even close to being ready to admit it to you. He may be an overly confident immortal being, but deep down he had a soft spot in his heart that he didn’t necessarily like to show. So for the time being he would be happy enough to flirt with you just to see that pretty blush dust over your cheeks.

You had only been in Camelot for a couple of days thus far but you were beginning to realize that the flowy dresses and skirts you typically wore were going to be a bit impractical for all the running around you were doing with the Sins. So one morning you asked Elizabeth and Diane if they would accompany you into town to do some shopping for new clothes. After a fun filled afternoon with your girlfriends you returned to the Boar Hat to try on one of your new outfits. It was a tad more risqué than anything you would normally wear as a princess, but you figured if Elizabeth could get away with wearing such a skimpy uniform then maybe you could stand to take a few risks too! The leather skirt was a bit shorter than you’d expected, barely hitting past the tops of your thighs and the way it hugged your curves it almost felt like it had been sewn specifically to fit your plush body. The deep red color complimented your skin beautifully, and the matching top fit you just as well. You had to admit that the new outfit did make you a tad bit self-conscious, you’d never shown that much skin before. The top was sleeveless with a deep plunging v-neckline and a corseted back. The small strip of skin showing between the high waisted skirt and top was definitely out of your comfort zone, but you really wanted to try new things, to reinvent yourself. As you stared in the mirror at yourself, fiddling with your hair and mulling over whether or not you should return the outfit you heard the creak of your door being opened and Bans’ voice drifting towards you. Crap! You thought as you whipped towards the door. No way in hell you wanted Ban of all people to see in such a skimpy outfit, at least not in this state, but you were frozen in place as he entered. “Hey y/n the Captain wants us all t-“ he freezes in the doorway, hand still on the knob as he stares at you wide eyed. His eyes rake slowly over your body and you can see the barest hint of red tinting the Fox Sins’ cheeks as he appraises you. Your heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of your chest and you’re sure he can hear it as he slowly approaches you. “Wow. That outfit…” he lets out a shaky breath, reaching to grasp one of your hands so he can spin you around and get the full view. When you’re facing him again he has a devilish grin on his lips. He brings the hand he’s holding up to his lips while the other snakes around your waist pulling you flush against him. He releases your hand only to place his index finger under your chin, titling your head up to meet his gaze as he leans closer, lips a breath away from your own as he asks, “let me help you out of it, eh?”

At this point he’s so close you don’t even think your heart is beating anymore, you’re sure you must have died and gone to heaven. But he’s still gazing into your eyes with a hunger so carnal you can’t even think straight, so you do the only thing that makes sense to you in the moment. You stretch up on your toes, closing the distance and pressing your lips hotly against his. Ban wasted no time in kissing you back with all the passion he had stored in him. Sure this wasn’t exactly how he had wanted it to go when you two got together at first, but to him this was a sign that he had waited long enough and now he needed to take action. He needed to show you just how beautiful you were to him, even if he didn’t deserve you, even if you didn’t want anything more from him after this, he just needed to feel you.

Your hands slide up the expanse of Bans’ chest, reveling in the contours of muscle. You’ve always admired his strength and how toned his body is but to finally be able to feel it after admiring from a distance for so long was unreal. Your hands continue up over his defined shoulders and his neck, nails scraping over the skin lightly. As your hands weave into his spiky hair, which is rather soft you notice, his tongue comes out to sweep across your bottom lip. At the same time his hands move down, squeezing your ass before gripping your thighs and lifting you up. The motion earns a small gasp from you and he quickly uses that to his advantage, letting his tongue slip past your parted lips to explore your mouth with fervor. Your tongues dance, fighting for dominance while you grip his hair and wrap your legs tightly around his hips. You can already feel how hard he is beneath the leather of his own pants and you roll your hips teasingly against him. Ban groans into your mouth nipping lightly at your kiss swollen bottom lip before moving down to place even more hot kisses on your jaw, working his way to the juncture where it meets your neck; stopping there momentarily to suck harshly, a dark hickey forming immediately. You arch into his touch, moaning softly as he starts sucking another mark below the first.

Ban walks over to your bed with you still wrapped tightly around him and sits on the edge, allowing you to straddle his lap while he continues his assault on your neck. Then you feel the light scrape of his fangs dragging across the sensitive skin of your neck and you draw in a shaky breath, your grip in his blue locks tightening. You feel Ban smirk against your neck before biting ever so gently at your flesh. Your hips roll against his involuntarily while a soft moan escapes your lips. “Harder, please Ban.” You breathe out. Ban can’t help but groan at your words, his cock twitching impatiently beneath his crimson pants. His grip on your hip tightens while his other hand moves up your back pressing you even further against his solid chest. As his fingers undo the ribbon on the back of your corset top you feel his sharp teeth biting down hard on your soft flesh and you cry out at the immense pleasure your body is deriving from the sting of his fangs. A new wave of pleasure ripples through you as Ban runs his tongue over the mark he just made, soothing it before he moves to leave another on your chest just below your collarbone. All the while his skilled fingers are unlacing your top while you grind against him lost in the sensations of his mouth and hands all over your body.

You’re a panting mess above him and Ban can’t help the way he aches for you as he leaves imprints of his sharp teeth all over your neck and chest. His own chest is heaving with desire as he finally undoes the ribbon on your top, pulling away from you so he can rid you of the tight leather garment. He takes in the sight of your generous curves, nearly drooling as his eyes rake appreciatively over your form. His hand cups the back of your head, pulling you into another searing kiss as his other hand travels languidly over the newly exposed flesh. The way his calloused fingers move softly over your skin has chills racing down your spine and heat shooting straight to your core. You know you’re already dripping wet and all he’s done is kiss you. Ban pulls back for a moment, lust blown eyes gazing tenderly into your own as his lips draw up into a soft smile. “You’re so fucking beautiful y/n.” You feel heat creeping into your cheeks at his tender words, but before you can respond his lips are back on your neck trailing soft kisses down to your chest. His hands come up to palm roughly against your breasts, thumbing over your sensitive nipples making them stand at attention for him. You arch into his touch as his lips travel further down before wrapping around one hardened bud, sucking lightly before laving his hot tongue over it. “Ban, please.” Your voice is breathless; you don’t even know what you’re asking for you just need more of him. He pulls off your nipple with a gentle pop before kissing back up your neck, pecking you on lips sweetly. He presses his forehead to your own, gazing intently at you as he speaks. “I love the way my name sounds falling from your lips babygirl. Let’s see if I can make you say it louder, yeah?”

Ban stands briefly before laying the two of you down on the bed, settling himself between your plush thighs. Your skirt has long since been pushed up around your full hips and at this new angle Ban has a perfect view of the black lace beneath it which is now soaked with your arousal. His hands caress your thighs as he stares down at you, drinking in your flushed cheeks and the marks littering your beautiful skin. He leans down to capture your lips in another heated kiss as one hand moves closer to your aching core, just barely grazing over your panties, but it’s enough for him to notice his effect on you. He kisses from your lips to your jaw before stopping right by your ear, nuzzling against you before whispering “fuck princess, you’re that wet already? I’m just getting started.” He licked along the outer shell of your ear before moving down your neck once more, fingers grazing teasingly along your clothed pussy. You’re practically panting at this point, aching for him to touch you more. Ban sits up, removing his jacket and then his pants before crawling back up your body to place a quick kiss to your lips. As he pulls away your eyes rake over his body and you can’t help but stare at the impressive hard on straining against his black boxers. “Like what you see babygirl?” you can only nod, your eyes still glued to his cock. You want to taste him so badly, feel the weight of him on your tongue. It’s as if he can read your mind, his fingers gripping your chin firmly, tilting your head up to look into his crimson eyes, a smirk plastered on his face. “Maybe later princess, right now I wanna devour that pretty little pussy of yours.” Your cheeks flush as he releases your chin, trailing kisses down your torso until he reaches the bunched up material of your skirt. He hooks his fingers in the waistband and pulls your skirt and panties off in one go, tossing them haphazardly to mingle with the other garments littering the floor.

Ban is what you could call a pleasure dom. He gets off on getting his partner off, but man does he love to draw it out, to tease until they’re begging for release. Ban wants nothing more than to have you a dripping, moaning mess for him. To take you higher and higher until the only word that falls from your lips is his name. Which is exactly what he plans to do. Ban settles himself between your thighs, nuzzling against one before trailing kisses, hickies, and love bites from your knee all the way up to your hip bone. He hums against your skin, kissing and licking his way across your lower tummy before treating the other thigh with the same care and attention as the first. You’re whining and panting, hands balled in the sheets as he continues to tease his way up your leg, stopping just before he reaches you center. He marvels at the beautiful sounds you make, like a song made just for his ears. You cry out as his teeth sink into your thigh, feeling yourself drip with even more arousal at the mix of pain and pleasure. Ban was going to be the death of you. Writhing beneath him you pleaded with the fox eyed man, “Ban please, please, I-I need more- ah!” he silenced your begging by running his tongue up your dripping slit, collecting the juices there. He lapped lazily at your folds, enjoying how you cried out for him softly, relishing in the taste of you, all for him and only him. He pulled back for a moment, looking at you with hazy eyes. “You taste so fucking sweet princess, I could lick this pretty pussy all damn day.” You moaned at his words, throwing your head back against the pillows as he continued his ministrations, moving upward to circle his tongue around your sensitive clit. He sucked on it gently and you keened, hands flying to his hair and tugging hard. “Mmmm…” he moaned against you, doubling the pleasure you felt as he continued to suck. His grip on your thighs tightened, spreading them wider as his tongue trailed from your clit back down to your entrance. He teased it for a few moments before plunging his tongue into your wet heat. “Oh fuck, Ban. That feels so good.” Your hips began rolling against his face as he plunged his tongue in and out of your core with abandon. You could feel the coil in your lower belly tightening, you were close. “Ban I –fuck- I’m so c-close, please can I cum?” He smirked against your pussy, such a good girl asking for permission. He removed his tongue from your core, making you whimper until he replaced it with two long fingers, pumping them in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. “Yes princess, cum all over daddys’ fingers.” Ban began to pump his fingers faster, crooking them to hit that spongy spot deep inside you that made you see stars. Your back arched off the bed as your orgasm ripped through you, crying out Bans’ name like it was a prayer. His fingers slowed their pace as you came down from your first release, panting as you tried to clear the fog of pleasure washing over you. Had you ever cum that hard before? If you had you certainly couldn’t remember doing so. Ban removed his fingers from your spasming hole. You looked up in time to see him sucking the last of your release from his fingers, humming in approval as he gazed down at you.

You didn’t even feel Ban get off the bed momentarily to remove his boxers, you were still trying to steady your breathing as you felt him start kissing up your flushed body. His lips found yours and he cradled your face in his hand as you kissed. You could taste yourself on him and it immediately had that coil tightening in your belly again. Your hands found purchase on his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to you. You ground your hips up against him, urging him to keep going, to fill you up and claim you. “Eager are we?” He teased as he placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. Ban lifted up slightly, lining his cock up with your entrance and running the head teasingly along your slit, collecting your arousal to help ease his massive length into your tight heat. “You ready princess?” You nodded up at him, biting your bottom lip before answering out loud. “Yes daddy, please, I want you to fill me up so bad.” He smirked down at you, bracing an arm beside your head. You both let out a loud moan at the feeling of the head pushing in, already stretching you deliciously. Inch by inch Ban eased himself in until he was buried to the hilt, allowing you a moment to adjust before he started a slow pace. His hips rolled languidly against your own, both of you letting out little gasps with every thrust. It was too much, you needed him to go faster. “Ban…” you whimpered in his ear, before taking the lobe between your teeth and tugging gently. “please I need you to go faster, I want you to fucking rail me daddy. Make me cum so hard, please.” Ban growled against your neck before pulling himself up, bracing his hands on the wood of your headboard. His breathing was ragged; cheeks flushed a beautiful red as he stared down at your writhing form beneath him. “Okay princess, but you may want to hold onto something.” He smirked at you before pulling his hips back only to snap them brutally back against yours going even deeper than before. Ban set a brutal pace, fucking into you mercilessly while you cried out beneath him. His hands gripped the headboard so tightly his knuckles were white and there beads of sweat dripping down his neck and chest as he rammed into your pussy over and over again. Your hands clawed at his chest leaving trails of red down the toned muscles. “Fuck princess,” he panted out between thrusts “you feel so fucking good squeezing my cock like that. You like how I fill up that sweet little pussy? I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard you forget your own name babygirl.” His words had you almost over the edge at this point, your body overcome with pleasure and dangling on the edge of release. You were so fucking close. Ban knew you wouldn’t last much longer with the way your walls were fluttering around his cock and honestly he didn’t think he’d last much longer either at this point. He removed one hand from the headboard, bringing it between your bodies to rub harshly against your clit. “Oh fuck! Don’t stop, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Ban thrust faster into you nearing his own release. “Go ahead princess cum all over daddys’ cock. Fuck!I’m gonna fill your pussy up with my cum, fucking paint your insides and claim you. You’re mine babygirl.” The last part came out closer to a growl and had your orgasm slamming through you so hard your legs started shaking. A strangled cry left your lips as you rode out your high, Ban releasing right along with you. You could feel ropes of his hot cum filling your insides as your walls milked every last drop from his cock. Ban leaned down to nuzzle against your neck, pressing kisses to your flushed skin. You ran your fingers through his hair pulling him in for a soft kiss.

You stayed there for a few moments, both trying to catch your breath as you held each other close. You began planting kisses to Bans’ neck, nails grazing over his back. You felt the taut muscles in his back tense under your touch and suddenly you could also feel his cock, still nestled inside you, twitch and start to get hard again. Ban planted a kiss to your jaw before leaning close to your ear. “Careful princess, you keep that up and you might regret it.” He punctuated his sentence with a nip to your earlobe before trailing more kisses along your jaw. Feeling bold in your post orgasmic bliss an idea popped into your head. Raking your nails more harshly down his back you raised your lips to his own ear tugging gently on the lobe before whispering “Why don’t you make me, daddy?”

In mere seconds you were flipped onto your stomach, Ban grabbing roughly at your hips to pull your ass up into the air, his cock already teasing at your entrance again. Ban leaned his large frame over you, a trail of love bites forming up your back in his wake, before biting harshly at your shoulder. You hissed out a breath at the sensation, pushing your hips back against him, needy and wanting. “You asked for it babygirl.” He growled out as his fingers twisted in your hair pulling your head back and causing your body to arch further underneath him. His other hand had a bruising grip on your hip as he slowly inched his cock back into your slick folds. A loud moan fell from your lips. Fuck, you thought. He was hitting so much deeper from this angle and you immediately felt that familiar warmth growing in the lower region of your body. Ban pulled his hips back only briefly before snapping them forward and setting a brutal pace, rutting into you like his life depended on it. The room was filled with the sounds of both your moans, your skin slapping together, and the sounds of just how wet you were as he pounded his cock into you. You were sure the other Sins could hear everything but at this point you really didn’t care. You were so caught up in the feeling of Ban stretching you, his breath hot on your neck. Ban straightened up, momentarily releasing your hair so he could grip your other hip, doubling his pace as he thrust mercilessly into you. “That’s it princess, you take my cock so fucking well, you’re such a good girl for daddy.” Bans filthy words were emphasized with a sharp smack to your ass, causing you to cry out his name at the intense pleasure. Bans’ hand found its way into your hair again, pulling your body up and flush against his. He moved the hand in your hair around to grip your throat, squeezing just enough to bring you to the precipice of pleasure. “Oh god, Ban please I’m s-so close, fuck!” His other hand snaked around your front and down to your clit, his calloused fingers working your sensitive nub expertly. “Cum all over daddys cock princess, I know you want to, come on cum for me.”

“Fuck!” You cried out as white hot pleasure coursed through your body, blurring your vision with tears from the intensity of your orgasm. Bans’ released followed yours and he slowed his thrusts, working you both through your highs as you came back down to reality. After a few moments of panting and heavy breathing Ban pulled out of you gently, walking to the bathroom to find a rag to clean you both up with. When he returned you were face down on the bed, still trying to catch your breath. He kissed his way up your leg before cleaning up the mess he’d made and tossing the towel somewhere amongst your discarded clothes, he would deal with that in the morning. For now Ban crawled back into the bed, pulling you against his chest so he could wrap you in his arms. You nuzzled your face into his chest, leaving soft kisses along his skin. You were starting to drift towards sleep when you felt Ban grip your chin gently and tilt your face up towards his. “Hey, you know I love you, right?” His eyes were soft as he spoke, and there was a gentle smile on his kiss swollen lips. Your eyes teared up a bit at his words, you had always felt there was something there, you just didn’t want to get your hopes up. Yet here you were, wrapped in the arms of the man you’d grown to love since the Sins came into your life. You leaned up to connect your lips in a deep kiss, smiling softly back at him. “I know,” you whispered as you placed your hand against his cheek. “I love you too Ban.” The two of you fell asleep in your bed that night and every night after, always wrapped in each others arms.

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Title: Diamond in the Rough

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Continuation from last chapter. You and the others get some more down time in your last day and night on the ship together. Reader talks about some sensitive things with Peter, culminating in more bonding and fluff at the end.

Warnings: Some cursing, mentions of sex and arousal. Nothing explicit though.

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Peter Maximoff x Reader Masterlist

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“So you really weren’t going to tell me that you just said ‘screw it, peace out, guys!’, and pulled the sacrifice card to throw yourself out of a plane?”

Peter’s voice carried through the barracks as he looked at you like you were the crazy one for once.

“Well...it was in the middle of crashing at the time.” You countered, much quieter by comparison and looking to Jean or Kurt for any help here. Some of you were sitting on the floor, others on the beds, roughly in a circle as you talked.

But Kurt only piped up to make it worse. “Yes, I did not like that at all. Next time we must find another way. I thought too that you’d chosen to go down with the plane so we could escape, (Y/N).”

“But you can fly right? None of us could fly.” Scott butted in a bit unexpectedly though, on your side of the argument no less.

“(Y/N) can levitate like me.” Jean corrected. “The flying is newer though, not yet perfected.” She smiled at you then in a way that told you she wasn’t about to let you back out of getting credit for that risk taken in Egypt. “You still hit the ground, hard.” She added. “I went back in your mind to make sure you’d made it after we teleported.”

The others all looked at you, and you tried not to lose your nerve. “My energy field was still up though when I hit. That’s the important part...”

“I mean I could jump off a building with a helmet on, I’m pretty sure it still wouldn’t work out for my head.” Peter retorted, though with a very self aware look before he finished. “And no, that’s not what’s wrong with me.”

Scott actually laughed at that, which surprised both you and Peter at least. Maybe he was different when alone with Jean, but in front of the group he’d stayed fairly no nonsense since Egypt. Though who could blame him for being a bit uptight after all he’d been through recently.

“We did all get pretty wrecked.” Peter admitted after a moment though. “Thanks for the save, Jean. Up top.” He held his hand up in front of her to signal for a high five.

She obliged, but a bit half heartedly. “I had the Professor in my head though, egging me on. He helped me unlock that. But I still couldn’t have done anything if you all hadn’t held that guy in place for that long for me. He just would have escaped.”

“I wonder what happened to the woman?” Kurt considered. “Do you think she learned her lesson too?”

“I doubt it,” Ororo answered then. “We called her Psylocke. But she just wanted to be more powerful. I don’t think she’d care now about who we hurt.” She looked at all of you at that. “I am sorry...if I hadn’t said well enough before. I thought he wanted to make the world better for us, but he didn’t. He really did just want to control everyone, human and mutant alike. I was wrong.”

Scott shrugged. “You figured it out by the time it really mattered.”

“And he probably just would have tried to kill you if you’d shown disloyalty any sooner than that,” You agreed.

“Can’t stay mad at anybody with a sick mohawk like that anyway.” Peter commented too, clearly admiring her hair.

Ororo chuckled. “If I’d known other mutants like you all before, things likely would have been a lot different.”

“Well you know us now.” Jean offered.

“Yes, I’m new here too,” Kurt added. “There’s a lot to learn. I’m glad Raven found me as well to bring me to the school. I never had mutant friends either in the circus.”

“Woah, wait. You were in a circus? Like the whole bit? Elephants and clowns and stuff?” Peter turned his head to look at him, curiosity easily peaked.

“Ja.” Kurt replied.

As those two went off into a separate conversation about whether or not there’d been bearded ladies, strong men, and the like in the Bavarian circus, you just looked back to Jean.

“We’ll definitely have a lot to catch up on when we get home. You think Jubilee is going to be mad that she missed all the action?” You asked, only half joking.

“Oh man,” Jean conceded. “She’ll be all over us wanting details.”

But her next words surprised you a little as her voice so easily transitioned just into your mind afterward for privacy, her lips no longer moving.

“You know as soon as she finds out you met someone, she’s going to go nuts wanting details about Peter.”

You could only look at her for a moment. It was such a strange thing to consider. This had all happened so fast. But with her bringing up that point, it was the first time you’d really thought about what it would be like to potentially introduce him to other friends of yours back home, to try and communicate what he meant to you already.

Could you call him your boyfriend? Would you say you were dating? He’d already called himself that label, but did that mean you could say it? Would the others even believe it was possible to feel these things for someone you’d only known such a short time? Would they think you were naive, or just caught up in the whirlwind of the moment and that this would all fade?

“Hey, relax. I wasn’t trying to send you into a tailspin.” Jean’s mental voice broke back through that wave of anxious thoughts. “I haven’t known Scott for very long either. If anyone wants to waste energy judging us, I would say that’s their problem.”

“Yeah,” You just answered then, remembering you still needed to respond in a way that made sense to the last thing she’d actually said out loud, about Jubilee. But you went quiet afterward, letting the others steer the conversation to new things as you all continued just trying to pass the time.

It wasn’t too very long later though when you’d had another visitor to the barracks. You were all a bit surprised to see Moira walk in, noticeably without the Professor and carrying something in her hands.

“Some new brass arrived today, or officials I mean. They wanted to speak to Charles themselves.” She said quickly, obviously realizing by your looks that you were all wondering the same thing of where he was. “But I wanted to come by and take care of this for the ones that needed pictures.”

As she spoke, she raised up the thing in her hands as if that should also be some clear explanation for her purpose here. It still took you a moment honestly to realize it for what it was, accompanied by what she’d said.

“For your licenses and passports that we’re printing.” She clarified anyway before continuing, the polaroid camera in her hands. “You two,” She pointed at you and Peter, and then at Raven. “And you. You already had valid driver’s licenses. We’ll reuse those photos for a new license and passport. Charles wanted everyone to have both, as you’ll still need to travel within the U.S. as well once we’re back. The rest of you I need current photos of.”

The thought of Peter actually taking the time to get a driver’s license seemed pretty absurd when he could travel anywhere much faster on foot, but before you could ask him anything, Hank was speaking up.

“But I already had a license and a passport,” Hank responded in some confusion.

Moira looked a little awkward, but still answered kindly. “But the pictures were of you before. It won’t match how you look right now for us to get back into the country.”

Raven snickered and Hank shot her an unamused look.

“Uh, but I can’t take off my glasses. You want me to take it with my eyes closed?” Scott asked dryly, though it was a legitimate question.

Belatedly you realized this also meant he’d been completely prepared to drive one of the Professor’s cars illegally then, before you’d asserted yourself to be the one to drive you all to the mall that day. This was a mental note you’d have to save for later.

“Glasses on is fine. We’ll note it as a medical exemption.” Moira answered easily, though already looking for a spot to have them stand against. “And this might actually be better to do in the hallway, if you could- Hey!” Her hands were abruptly empty, as she startled, then looking around.

You blinked after the flash that came almost simultaneously. A hand squeezed your shoulder before Peter pulled back away, the stolen camera in his other hand as the photo began to eject from it.

“I thought you couldn’t move like that with your leg,” Moira chided, now realizing what had happened. “And that thing isn’t mine to break, just so we’re clear.”

“You’re like three feet away, I don’t have to run if I can just lean over and grab it.” Peter responded smoothly, pulling the photo out before offering her back the camera. “So what, that thing is CIA issue? If I push the wrong button is it going to laser me or something?”

“No.” She huffed. But didn’t look as if she wished to extend the conversation any further to get drug into this right now. She just motioned for the others to follow her into the hall as she then turned away. “Come on, guys. We’ll try to make this quick.”

Peter didn’t seem to mind either way, just putting his attention back to the photo he was now holding as if it were a prize. “What do you think?” He asked you after a moment, the image becoming more and more visible as the film developed.

You saw yourself there, though surprisingly not a terrible image considering you hadn’t even been prepared. Your expression in the photo was simply neutral, glancing elsewhere even as Peter’s smile was wide and bright, him leaning in with his face almost touching yours in the photograph.

“I’ve taken worse,” you said truthfully, but then looked back to him, amused at his seeming satisfaction with it. You wondered if he was actually planning on keeping the photo, instead of it just being a little joke. Wouldn’t he rather a better one at least?

“What?” He questioned, seeing your expression. He flicked the photo gently. “It proves you’re real if anyone asks later.”

“Why would you have to prove...” But you ended up just smiling, and gave up before you even really started, seeing how happy he still looked. “If you want a picture together, I’m sure she’d let us take another if we asked. You know, if we asked nicely, and didn’t just steal her camera this time.”

“I like this one.” He insisted though, holding onto it regardless. “It really looks like you.”

“Um...wouldn’t I always look like me?” You asked quizzically.

“It’s real,” He tried to explain. “Natural? If we took another you’d just smile on purpose.”

You still didn’t fully understand. He was smiling in the picture after all. But to his point maybe, he did look almost giddy in the photo. Not something you would be able to replicate on command. “Okay.” You said, fine either way. “If you like that best.”

“There is something I think I’m going to ask Moira anyway though when she comes back,” He admitted.

It wasn’t very long either until you were able to find out what that was.

When the others did start to file back in after taking their pictures in the hallway, Moira had just leaned in the doorway briefly to thank them. “We’ll have these made up in time for tomorrow for your travel documents, thank you.”

She was already turning to leave again before Peter stopped her.

He cocked his head, piping up. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

She did pause, but her look back at him was slightly wary. Likely not knowing if this would be more humor or not. “Yes?”

He didn’t mess around though this time, just getting to the point outright. “Do you think you could send somebody to my Mom’s house? You know, just to say everything’s cool and I’ll be home soon? She’s probably losing her mind right now.”

Moira’s expression changed fully at that, empathy going to the forefront. “Of course. Yes. What’s her name? Her address?”

That mood faded just as quickly though as he raised his eyebrows, teasing. “Well shouldn’t the CIA know that?”

She sighed. Staring at him as the annoyed look returned.

“You’re so serious,” Peter smirked. “Magda Maximoff, suburbs outside D.C.” He rattled off a street address afterward, but still continued, “We’re in the phonebook anyway. Prof.’s been there too, he’d know.”

“We’ll look it up.” She agreed. “See you guys later.”

With that she was gone. The rest of you settled back, just sitting and talking again. And you’d gone off with Peter down by your beds after a while. Just the two of you again.

You’d realized obviously before now by their interactions that the Professor had met Peter at some point previous to his coming to the mansion the other day. But like so many things, in the rush of everything, you hadn’t learned much more.

“So Xavier’s been to your house. Was he trying to recruit you for the school?” You asked, honestly just curious. Though it was a little disappointing to consider you may have had a chance to meet Peter much sooner if he’d accepted any kind of invitation like that then.

You had been sitting on the bottom bunk together again, but he leaned back behind you now, stretching before putting his arms behind his head. He pulled his legs and cast awkwardly back up into the bed as you shifted to try and let him get how he wanted.

He looked pretty content though as he lowered an arm back to put it across your lap. “Well that was years ago. He had hair, he was walking. He didn’t want me for your little private school though. He just wanted me to help them spring my dad from the Pentagon...but I don’t think he knew it was my dad either then. It was all Logan’s plan to bring me. Really I didn’t find out much else. These dudes just showed up at my house, and I went with them to commit a felony.” He shrugged a little. “Probably not that smart, right? But I didn’t have anything else cool to do that day I guess.”

You wondered how much of that story Xavier would really tell you if you asked one day. You could only imagine what reasoning someone like the Professor would have to do something so brazen, even if it was to help Erik. Especially when Xavier had always preached to you all the importance of staying within the law and not using your powers to exploit any rules that would apply to non mutants. For now, you only asked a little bit more though. “How many people actually came to your house to do that then?”

“Oh, it was just three. Prof., Hank, and Logan.”

Well that made it even more interesting really. Hank was also so well known for always following the rules. But then again, he also was one of Xavier’s longest friends, like Raven and Erik. They’d all known each other since many years ago.

But this was the second time Peter had said this name of ‘Logan’. Shouldn’t you know that name? Well yes, you knew at least one. You couldn’t forget the name Jean had told you back in Stryker’s base. The man who’d gone on a rampage, though also cutting you violently from your own restraints before he’d escaped. Honestly you might even have scars from that when this was all said and done. But the name in and of itself wasn’t that unusual of a name. And what Peter was talking about apparently occurred years ago.

“I don’t think I know a Logan,” You said honestly. “Was he a mutant too?”

“Oh hell yeah,” Peter answered, raising up a closed fist. He made a noise, and a motion you didn’t understand as if he was doing something in midair with his fist, before adding. “Three big claws come shooting out this dude’s hand. It was so gross, but badass.”

You stared, the realization finally hitting hard. It couldn’t be a coincidence then. “Peter!” You exclaimed abruptly. There was just no way they were two different people. It was too unique of a mutation. “That’s the guy!”

“Huh?” He looked up at you in surprise. Confused at your sudden excitement.

“The one from the base! Didn’t Jean tell you?” Without thought, you lifted your shirt enough to show him those long claw marks still red across your stomach. They were dry now, already trying to heal. But it was three in a row, still clear as day. “The guy that tore through all those soldiers and freed me, she told me that his name was Logan.”

“She didn’t tell me that.” Peter stammered slightly, definitely caught off guard as you’d raised your shirt. “She just said to expect you to be bloody when I went looking for you.” He was staring at your exposed skin now though. “So Logan did that?”

You tensed slightly as you felt his fingertips graze your abdomen. It wasn’t unpleasant, just a bit unexpected. You lowered your shirt back down, but noticed obviously when he just let his hand stay under it.

When you didn’t show further aversion to the touch though, his hand continued idly wandering on the skin that was unbroken. “Well damn, that’s super screwed up then. I know they said a guy went full rage mode and tore the place up. And yeah, I saw the bodies he left when I went looking for you. But they didn’t say his name. I didn’t see him either before he took off.”

“It has to be the same person.” You reiterated. “But if you really want to be sure, you can always think of those memories of him, the Logan that you knew. If you let Jean look into your thoughts later, she could tell you for certain if it was him.

Peter looked a little disconcerted, but just agreed anyway. “Yeah, sure. I just, man how long did they have him there then? What a dick that Stryker guy was. Fuck him.”

But after the little bit of anger, he was only looking back at you. That thought of Stryker seeming to also remind him of your initial meeting with him. “How’s your ribs?”

You felt his fingers trail up across them at the question. “Sore,” You admitted. “But what isn’t?”

His voice was quieter then though, his hand moving back down before it reached your chest. “Then don’t jump out of any more planes please.”

You paused, wondering if he really was so bothered about that to have brought it up again. You’d all played so fast and loose that day though, doing whatever you felt you had to do. “It was a big day of firsts that’s for sure.”

“No kidding.” He agreed.

And nothing was ever going to be the same again was it? Even when you were all home again and the mansion was finally rebuilt. Were you all just going to go back to class like you hadn’t almost died? Would you just pretend that you didn’t know there were still entities out there that wanted you dissected, destroyed, or both?

“I think it gave the Professor a lot to think about too.” Is what you finally said. “I feel like he’s going to change some things going forward. But I don’t know how much yet. I don’t know if this could really mean the resurrection of the X-Men.” It was a crazy thought. Xavier and Hank never really liked to talk about that part of their past. They’d lost a lot then, or at least that’s always what you’d inferred from the bits and pieces you had heard over the years.

“X-Men...” Peter repeated, making a face like he wasn’t sure if it was a decent name or not. “Guess it’d still be better than being called Charlie X’s Angels or something like that.”

You smirked. “You know they used to all have codenames too.” Though you were sure not all of them were self named. “Xavier was just Professor X, Hank was Beast, Raven was Mystique, Scott’s brother Alex was Havok, your dad was Magneto of course. But there was Banshee, Darwin, and Tempest as well.”

He gave you a contemplative look. “Can I call you Lite-Brite then?”

Your look must have clearly said no, but he just kept going, very amused at your reaction.

“Glo-Worm?” He offered instead.

“Seriously? You’d name me after a bug?”

“Nah, they’ve got these super cute toy ones. Wanda had one. She slept with that thing all the time. They glow when you hug them.” He was grinning again now. “I mean, you’re comforting too right? Think I could make you glow?”

“I don’t think it works that way.” But honestly you might be lying to save face as he was now rubbing his hand further up into your shirt again.

“Don’t we all lose a little control when we get excited?” He countered, his tone getting a little more dangerous. “I know I do.”

You felt that statement was likely a bit of a trap, hesitating as your curiosity swelled. What could happen with his powers if he did have an uncontrolled moment like that? He was likely right though. Just like the onset of mutant powers came for most of you around the same time as puberty, they could also be triggered by intense emotions or stress. So it was reasonable to think that another powerful feeling such as arousal could also lead to some issues for those of you already less experienced in controlling yourselves.

“Brings a whole new meaning to safe sex doesn’t it?” He said as he let go of you then, putting his hands back behind his head. He still looked too amused, even though he seemed to sense when you needed another break from the touching to process your own thoughts.

“Did that happen with her?” You asked though. Not afraid, but yes, maybe some concern in your expression. You really hadn’t considered any of this before.

His smile faded at the unexpected mention of Crystal again. But he only hesitated a little, looking at you as he answered honestly. “Sometimes. She uh, burnt me a couple times. In the literal sense. She was like the band, Earth, Wind, and Fire. I mean she could control water too, but I liked the band joke better.” He frowned slightly. “She always hated that joke though.”

“Did you do anything to her?” You responded quietly before you could think better of it. Was this really any of your business? No, not really. But, it could be a part of your future.

There was a little surprise in his eyes, but his answer was immediate. “Babe, I’m the last person you’d ever have to be afraid of.” He looked bothered still as he continued though. “And no, I never hurt her. She would have knocked me into next week if I had.”

“So what does happen if you lose control that way?” You still asked, deciding you still did want to know.

He gave you an awkward look. But if he was going to offer out this information, it seemed there was going to at least be a small price for it. “If I’m really riled up? Turned on? You can say it outright you know.”

You weren’t going to say it in any more explicit way than that though, but you nodded at least. “Yes, you know what I mean.”

He sighed at your modesty, but reached out his hand after a moment. “Let me see your wrist then. Way easier just to show you.”

Well, if it was anything dangerous, he wouldn’t be so casual about it would he? You did offer him your wrist, not knowing what to expect as he clasped his hand around it.

You could tell he was focusing on something for just a moment, before the oddest sensation you’d ever felt shot from your wrist, down into your fingertips, and all the way up into your shoulder before you jerked your hand back in surprise.

Your reaction didn’t seem to faze him at all though as he’d easily let you go. It looked like you’d only done exactly as he expected. “You’ll still feel it for a bit after, just so you know.”

And you could still feel it, fading but definitely there as you flexed your fingers. “What did you do?” It wasn’t painful, but it was like a tingling, instantaneous whenever he’d done it. Not just through the skin, but into the bone, the muscle, everything. The only thing you could liken it to at all is when a limb woke up from being asleep, yet it wasn’t as uncomfortable as that and it was far deeper.

“Well you asked what happens if I get too excited. I, uh, vibrate?” He tried to call it something without really knowing what to call it. “I’m no science guy, but I’d guess it moves everything I’m touching down to what, the atoms right? So that’s what you’d feel. But it wouldn’t just be from my hand. I was doing it on purpose there. If it wasn’t on purpose it’d be literally all of me doing it.”

So that would mean, well...that would be a very intense sensation to say the least if you would happen to be having skin to skin contact in more places than one when he would accidentally do that. You tried not to let your expression change much at the realization. The last thing you wanted to do was to throw this very personal dialog further down into the gutter.

“I still think you’d glow though.” He added confidently. “And if your energy deal is always as warm as it was in that elevator shaft back at the base, I think it’d feel really good too. Just for the record.”

Yes, this was definitely teetering on that edge of going fully into a place you weren’t ready for just yet. But you only had yourself to blame. You asked him to elaborate, and he did. You knew your powers could be a lot more than harmless though. Much more than warmth. You didn’t know if it’d be too pessimistic to mention that right now though.

“I don’t know what I would do.” You finally said, just speaking the truth when you didn’t know what else to say.

“We can talk about something else you know if you want.” He poked you gently in the arm, seemingly offering you an escape route if you wished to take it. “Like we’re still going to the mall at some point right?”

“Definitely.” You answered gladly.

“You should come over too, play some video games when we get back. I’ve got an Atari and a Nintendo. Or we could watch a movie. You like Bruce Lee? Karate Kid? Stuff like that?”

The genuine eagerness emerging in his tone was something you really appreciated. A reminder that in reality, even though he evidently enjoyed any physical contact he was allowed to have with you, it was only a part of the whole picture. He just wanted to be around you too.

“Yes, I think that’d be awesome. I haven’t seen many of those movies, but usually Jubilee picks for movie night. Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink, Sixteen Candles...over and over.”

He laughed. “Oh, no way. There’s more to life than Molly Ringwald. Time to expand your horizons!”

You were smiling too, about to say something back when Scott’s voice carried from further down the barracks.

“Hey, they brought dinner if either of you want to eat!”

“But is it even worth a crap!?” Peter called back immediately and just as loudly.

“Heck if I know!” Scott answered and you could swear you heard a lot less loud Jean tell him to quit yelling in her ear.

“I’m still salty about that fake strawberry garbage from earlier.” Peter said, just to you then as he sat back up.

It wasn’t much of a surprise to you though that the food would be brought to you all this time, considering the episode in the mess hall before. The only thing that did surprise you was that it would already be dinner time. Though it was hard to have much concept of time right now really, especially when there were no windows to see the sun or sky below deck.

But it did give it more of that prison feel too. The hours running together, locked away in close quarters, and now with government mandated food being dropped off impersonally. It either felt like prison or being in a rare species exhibit at the zoo.

“Well, you said you’re like a hummingbird metabolism wise, right? You have to eat something.” You spoke, while hanging back to give Peter a chance to get up on his crutches.

Really the hummingbird analogy you were liking more and more though as you personally thought they were adorable, and they literally were the bird equivalent to him in your opinion. This flamboyant little bird that beat its wings so fast it could actually hover in place or disappear in a blur once they did decide to take off. Not to mention the exclusive high sugar diet.

“Glo-Worm,” Was all he replied back, but very pleased when it still got a strong reaction from you.

“Please don’t make that one stick. It’s a lot less cute than Hummingbird.”

But he just offered a non-committal smile, walking past you. “We’ll see.”

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Some few hours later, when it was time for lights out again, Peter had wanted to take a shower so you were already in the bottom bunk alone.

You tried to stay awake to wait for him, but you must have already been asleep for how bad you startled when you felt something pressing down against the mattress beside you.

And when you shot up, you were even more confused at the sudden pressure against the top of your head before you finally woke up enough to realize Peter now had his hand splayed there, pushing your head back a little.

“Woah,” He whispered in the dark. “You about nailed the top of the bunk. It’s just me.”

You relaxed, trying to look at him before you felt him let go, laying down beside you. As you laid down as well, he shifted several times, trying to get comfortable.

“I hate this damn cast.” He complained. “Do you know how weird it is to have to shower with a garbage bag tied around your leg?”

You could feel his still wet hair though on the pillow as he nuzzled in closer with you. You’d both joked a little earlier about looking forward to getting to share this bed one more time tonight before heading back to the U.S. and your sort of more normal lives tomorrow. The emphasis of the joking though had been about getting to continue the kissing that had been interrupted on the flight deck.

But now that you were here, you found you really just wanted to hold him and enjoy the warmth and quiet together. Because you didn’t know when this chance would come again. Would you go your separate ways tomorrow? You back to New York and wherever the other displaced students were now staying, and him back to D.C. to reunite with his mother? He wouldn’t be able to run and come to find you again until his cast was off. And how many weeks would that take, even with mutant healing factors?

You didn’t really know what the exact plan was after you’d arrive in the U.S. either, but maybe there was something you could do after all. “Hey.” You said quietly after a bit, hoping he was still awake.

“Mmm?” He made a questioning noise, hugging a bit tighter to you.

You took it as enough response to say that he was listening. “So they said that we’re landing in New Jersey tomorrow, right? Well everyone else is going to want to go north to get back to Salem Center, New York.” You didn’t really need to clarify where the school had been though, he’d obviously already found it. “But you’ll need to go south to get back to D.C., and it’s not like Xavier is going to expect you to find your own way home. Someone’s going to have to drive you and-”

But Peter didn’t even let you finish, already very on board with the idea. “And we give Prof. the old puppy eyes and beg for it to be you.” You knew he was grinning again then just by his tone. “I like it. Road trip.”

You felt relief that he approved of your spur of the moment plan, but then again he’d already said he wanted you to come over to his house sometime. You wouldn’t be able to stay very long you were sure, but at least you’d get the car ride together if this all worked out. And you’d get to see where he lived, maybe even hang out for a little while before having to drive back to New York.

It was funny how just like that you now had something to look forward to again. But would Xavier really be on board? Would he feel comfortable letting you drive back alone? You’d just have to convince him that you were old enough now and capable.

“I guess I should have cleaned my room a little better before I left.” Peter mused. “Can be a bit of a train wreck, just like the dude that lives in it.”

“Oh, someone else lives there too?” You teased slightly.

But Peter only played along. “Yeah, a real piece of work. Guy just plays video games all day, and wears out the same shitty records playing them over and over with the volume up. Maybe reads some comic books or jets off to nab some Twinkies from the convenience store down the block. Real outstanding citizen. I heard he’s dating now though. Who the hell would want that charity project?”

“Hmm.” You knew he was only half joking, Peter really still seeing himself in the way he just described to a large degree. But you were patient, and determined to keep working on building his self confidence little by little. “I think if he met someone then, it’d be someone who believes in the old ‘diamond in the rough’ expression. They must really just like him for him. They probably even see his real value even when he can’t yet.”

Peter was quiet for a few moments at that before you felt him run a hand through your hair. “I guess that would make him really lucky then. He probably should bust his ass to make sure he doesn’t disappoint them then and screw that one up.”

You smiled softly. “All he has to do is be himself. If you have to fight too hard just to maintain a relationship, it likely was never right to begin with.”

“Been there, done that.” He at least agreed, but was now running his fingers down along your face.

You knew what he was hoping for and leaned in to meet him as you kissed. It was very soft though, like he was still thinking of what you’d said. He didn’t press for much more either, just a few more kisses before he nuzzled his face back down against you.

“I’m still going to do the best I can.” He spoke quietly against your neck. “I want you to be happy.”

“I am.” You said. Feeling every bit of those words as you stayed warm against one another. It felt safe. It felt right.

And no one said anything else. You were both content to leave it that way, falling asleep just as you were.

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(Continued in next chapter here)

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Dirty Business III- Cappuccino

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

warnings: smut, cheating, hints of angst, mentions of abuse

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Harry woke up to a softly breathing Y/N. She was laying on his chest, cuddled up tight. Truly? He didn’t think he had ever seen a scene more beautiful. With the Paris sun bleeding through the sheer curtains and lighting up all the aspects of her face, he was incredibly lucky. Quite possibly the most beautiful woman in the world. 

“Mm. Baby?” He murmured, moving her hair so he could see her face perfectly. His lips came to kiss her forehead, then her nose. Stroking her cheek, he was happy to be with her. Happy to hold her close and be the one she chose to have. After all these weeks he had given in and it never felt so good. “Want to see those eyes.” The pretty eyes he loved looking at. She was bare of makeup and her freckles were showing, her lips still swollen from their passion last night. He couldn’t imagine something more beautiful.

Y/N woke up to the warmth of the sun tickling her face, Harry’s voice and soft touches bringing her out of the dream world she was in. She hummed at the feeling, a smile coming onto her face as she realized that this really was real life, she wasn’t at all dreaming. 

“Good morning...” She spoke in a sweet but raspy voice, eyes fluttered open to see him already looking down at her with a smile. He was so beautiful, everything about him. Y/N let her hand move to cup his cheek, her smile widening as she saw his dimples form. They were her favorite. She leaned in to kiss him, sweet and gentle, holding him there just savoring the beautiful moment. She was in Paris with the man of her dreams, what else could she possibly want? 

The phone ringing brought her out of the moment, her lips moving to kiss all over his face muttering a bunch of no’s because she didn’t want him to be distracted. He let out a groan when she went down to his neck. He picked up the phone, answering a tired ‘hello’. It was Caroline. God damn it. He had been ignoring her calls, not wanting to talk. He had told her anyway that he would be in Paris and couldn’t talk. 

“Jesus— Caroline, I told you I’m not able to talk while on this trip. Why have you called me 12 times?” He asked, brows furrowing. He relaxed a little when Y/N crawled on top of him, running her hands down his chest. He didn’t like the look in her eye. “Yes, I’m ignoring your calls. I told you multiple times that I’m busy. I have meetings every day.” It wasn’t a lie. He did have many meetings. But Caroline was whining and saying how he should be checking in on her because they were dating and it just— pissed him off. “I’m done with this, Caroline. I think it’s best if we don’t see each other anymore.” He ground out, seeing Y/N’s eyes light up. That pleased her. It pleased him too. But then the hysterics started on the other line.

“Is it her? Is that bitch with you?” Caroline asked, “Hazza baby, please, you can’t do this over the phone! Thought you had more respect for me!” She shouted, tears clearly in her eyes. It was early in Paris but probably even earlier in New York, why was she even awake? “I thought we were doing so well and then she showed up! What? Am I not rich or young and hot enough for you? That job changed you. I thought I knew you!” 

Y/N was grinning ear to ear, he had ended things with Caroline right in front of her. She won, she had really won. Y/N pressed kisses all across his chest, rocking her hips over his a bit as well because god, did that make her horny. When his body responded positively to it, Y/N went the extra mile, bringing her hand down so she could slide him inside of her. A small moan escaped her, biting down on his shoulder as she sat up and started slowly bouncing on his cock. Her hands were holding her tits up, gripping at them so he could see just how good it felt for her. Y/N smirked down at him, her head falling back in pleasure. God this was the life.

“Oh my god.” He groaned. Mostly because Y/N was on his cock. The hottest thing he thinks he’s ever seen, his new girl, the one he should have had all along, riding him with effort. Caroline would never do this. It was always missionary. “Don’t call her a bitch. She’s lovely. Always treats me well, is amazing with business.” He growled. He didn’t like anyone saying shit about Y/N. “I told you, my job comes first. The first time we started dating. I’m done with having to explain this shit to you.” He hissed. Y/N felt so damn good, his hand coming up to grab her waist. “You obviously don’t know me. Stop calling me that name, it’s annoying. We can talk when I get back but... it doesn’t change anything.” His breathing caught when he saw her hand go down to her cunt, rubbing at it. Fuck, it was so wrong for this to be so hot. But it was. “My life is changing quickly and... fuck, it’s so good.”

Seeing him angry was only getting her going more, biting back moans though really she should just let Caroline hear. Let her hear how good she felt on her man’s cock. Y/N had been moving at a steady pace on his cock, speeding up when she felt his hand on her waist. 

“Oh daddy! Feels so good!” She moaned out, smirking at the look on his face because she knew Caroline could clearly hear her. 

“Oh my god— Harry, are you serious?” Caroline screamed, “She’s with you?” She couldn’t believe it, but she better. Y/N ready had come in and swiped Harry right up and there was nothing she could do about it. 

“Fuuuuck!” Y/N moaned out, rubbing faster at her clit. She could hear a little bit of what was going on on the phone and she was extremely turned on by the prospect. It was the competitive nature in her, her primal part wanting to show off that she had in fact claimed him for her own. She loved it.

Harry’s mouth opened and he looked at Y/N in shock. Holy fucking shit. Never in his life had sex been this hot, this naughty. She was fucking him, riding his damn cock when he was talking to his soon to be ex. 

“God damn it—“ He hissed. It was hot and wet, warm around his cock and he was watching her bounce and the noises— he was in love. 

“Harry! What the fuck! Are you cheating on me?” Caroline cried loudly. Y/N was giving him the best sex of his life and he was dying. 

“S’not cheating— we broke up.” He panted, his hand moving up to grab at her tits. He felt like an asshole but— this was too good. Way too fucking good. He didn’t expect Y/N to grab the phone though, the screams and yelling still being heard through the phone.

“Mmm fuck— sorry honey, didn’t I tell you jealousy would get you no where?” Y/N panted, moving her hips at a quick pace. “I tried to be nice, but apparently I’m a bitch— oh fuck! Harry!” She whimpered, deciding she wouldn’t hang up until she did. Y/N knew it was bad, she knew she shouldn’t be doing this but she couldn’t help it, not when the girl had dug her own grave. Y/N put the call on speaker, throwing the phone to the side while she leaned down and pressed a hungry kiss to Harry’s lips. She kept her hips moving quickly, grinding down on him and feeling her walls clench from just how good it was. She liked having control, mostly because she could make it hit all the right places. “So good, isn’t it daddy? Tell her how good my cunt feels.” Y/N growled. She was quite the sex addict, loved to do crazy and wild shit. She loved the thrill of it all. It was due to being around the business for so long, watching businessmen drool over her and other women. It was all about claiming the men, who had the hottest wife and the best sex life. She wanted Harry to have the best and be the best.

“God— it’s so fucking good.” He knew it must hurt to hear because he never acted like this during sex with her. You could hear how wet she was and how good the sex actually was. He was thriving. He wasn’t fucking around. “Best fucking pussy. Jesus— keep riding me like that” he breathed, grabbing her waist and moving his legs so he could contribute, thrusting up into her pussy. That’s when Y/N started going crazy, the sensitive spots getting hit over and over again. 

“Harry! Stop right now! What is wrong with you? Why would you do this?” Caroline shouted through the phone. He could hear and it only made him fuck harder into her, Y/N falling forwards slightly on to him. He held her back, continuing his thrusting up into her cunt. 

“Never been this good, you’re so sexy. Fuck me.” He painted, feeling her clench hard around him. She was a crazy bitch and he loved it.

Y/N couldn’t stop smiling, practically growling and purring at the situation that was unfolding. It felt so fucking good, the thrill of having Caroline on the phone making all that more hot and taboo. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning louder, from fucking him harder. She wanted to show her what good sex sounded like. 

“Hang up if you don’t like it! Or are you enjoying it, hmm? Bet you wanna fuck me too, don’t you, princess?” Y/N chuckled mischievously. She knew she was hot, knew she could get any guy or girl she wanted. “Want me to fuck you right in front of him? Bet I could make you scream for me too.” Y/N could tell even Harry was going wild at that thought. She was so horny, felt like she could go all day long. Her entire body was buzzing, fucking Harry like a wild rabbit. Her moans were erotic, whiny and full of pleasure. Y/N felt like she would explode right then and there, the coil in her stomach tightening till she was on the very edge.

In his eyes, Y/N was a temptress. A crazy, beautiful, plotting little slut, and Harry loved it. He couldn’t believe this was happening and how good it was to actually be doing this fucked up shit but Y/N was all for it. He felt a bit rabid himself, flipping them over so he had control again. His fucks were hard and fast and the sounds were erotic, Y/N letting out whiny little ‘Uh’s’ and ‘fuck me’s and ‘daddy!’ Over and over again. She was clinging to him in a different way than last night. 

“Cum for me, Y/N.” He leaned down and muttered some more filth. “Getting off while my ex is on the phone, showing her who owns my cock now, hm? Being so filthy and dirty, I love it baby. My precious little slut, make a mess. Gonna fuck you every day.” He promised. He didn’t care if she could hear it, he wanted Y/N to know that he was going to put her pleasure on the forefront. “Better pussy, better mouth, better moans... the perfect woman.”

“Oh fuuuuuck!” Y/N whined as she came, she screamed so loud she was sure the entire hotel had heard her. The fact that Caroline still hadn’t hung up? That was the kicker, she wasn’t sure why the girl was doing this to herself, but it was all more exciting for Y/N as she made a mess all over Harry’s cock. She was shaking in pleasure, clawing down Harry’s back. She was positive he had never had sex like this before, Y/N would show him a whole new world in that respect. “Cum for me daddy, fill me up, fuck—” Y/N would gladly have his child if she wasn’t on birth control. Y/N bit at his neck, left a mark right on his collarbone that was a deep purple color. She didn’t want one on his neck, he had to be an appropriate business man. Once he officially got her father’s job, she’d be able to make him up all she wanted.

The bite triggered his orgasm, the sharp pain making him gasp and shake slightly as he grunted, filling her up quickly. He groaned, burying his face in her neck one she let go of his skin, panting. At the squawking on the phone, he hung it up and panted. 

“Holy fucking shit.” He hissed. “That was so hot, baby.” He couldn’t get over it. It had gotten him off beyond his dreams to see Y/N take control and be a bitch to her. It was hot, it was new, and he loved it. “You’re unbelievable.” He peppered her in kisses, feeling them both coming down from their orgasms. “Good fucking morning, baby.” Is this how life with her would be? Exciting, hot morning sex? Kinky and taboo shit? He didn’t know she had that in her, that people liked that outside of online forums he went on.

“Good morning, daddy.” She cooed, pressing kisses to his lips and smiling against them. “Hopefully she won’t bother us again, hmm?” Y/N smirked, “but if she wants me to fuck her too, then I guess I will.” She hummed, pushing Harry’s hair back. They were all sweaty now, hot and sticky from the sex. “Wanna take a shower? Can order some breakfast and chill out till your meeting.” She offered, pressing another kiss to his lips. “Want me to come with you?“ She wasn’t a stranger to going to business meetings, usually they were with her father but she could go with Harry too. “I don’t mind staying here, have some business to attend to anyway..” Y/N didn’t mind either way, she’d meet him out for dinner later anyway. Also had some sexy lingerie to wear as well.

“Hm... whichever you’d like. If you’re busy, it’s okay. I just... don’t really feel like letting you go.” He admitted. Harry was never clingy in past relationships. Touchy, sure. But he felt clingy and needy with Y/N in ways he hadn’t before. This truly was a whole new thing for him. “Let’s shower though.” He picked her up and heard her giggles as he held her to his body, walking to the luxury shower. She was only placed down once he got to the counter because he was sure her legs were still a bit wobbly. “I like being around you.” He looked past her and into the mirror, smirking when he saw the mark. “Ah. Marking your territory?” He chuckled as his finger poked gently at the darkening mark. She had made quite a pretty, dark mark and he was proud of it. When they weren’t in business he would be sure to show it off.

“I��d be happy to go with you, but I don’t want to distract you.” Y/N giggled, “but I’ll meet you for dinner after, yeah? Made reservations at this nice place.” She winked, feeling like that too could be fun. Y/N liked to keep things exciting in her relationships, the men she’d previously been with called her a whore for it. At the time she thought they meant it in a loving way, but they didn’t. “Yeah, of course.” She said with a small hum. “Broke up with her properly now, yeah? So... you’re mine.. but you’ve always been mine.” Y/N said as a matter of factly. She was like a lioness, she had stalked her prey and she had him in her clutches now. “We’re unstoppable, you know that?” She asked, wanting to see if he knew that. “Got the whole world under our fingertips... know you just met me, but I can give you the whole world and more. I want to give that to you.”

“I want to show you a lot. Show you how a real man treats a woman.” He knew Y/N hadn’t been treated right. She needed to be worshipped. To be given love and affection. Properly. “You deserve a lot more than you’ve gotten and I know that it may seem odd at first  but I want you to be happy and feel confident and beautiful with me.” He didn’t want anything more than he wanted her to feel good. “I’m happy just to have you. The world is nice but having it means nothing without someone to share with. I know that now.” He felt good just sitting here with her as the shower warmed up. Kissing her soft mouth, he picked her up again and brought her into the shower as the mirrors got foggy. “You are a bit of a distraction, I can admit. Want to eat you alive.”

“You’re too sweet.” She told him and pressed another chaste kiss to his lips before he brought her into the shower. It was there that she got her hair all wet and let him do the same before going to shampoo his hair. “At least I know I am.” Y/N giggled, massaging his scalp a bit. “Can go to the meeting and I’ll stay back to do some work. Then I’ll send a car to come get you and bring you to the restaurant for dinner. I’ll meet you there.” Of course, she didn’t tell him that they’d be eating at the top of the Eiffel Tower, that was the surprise. Y/N was excited, she had a nice dress all sorted out. It was going to be incredible. “We’re going to have the most amazing time here, I just know it. Don’t ever want to go back. Just want to be here with you forever.” She sighed though she knew they really did have to go back. New York had its perks and if she was going to be there with him? She had no problem with that. “Can come around to mine when we get back, yeah? Can bring Oliver over and stay for a bit if you’d like? I have lots of space.”

“Yeah? I’d like to do that. He’s never left the apartment so he might do well with that.” He wondered. This was unreal. The fact they were discussing how to spend time together at home.  It was real. “We can come back, I’m sure. I think we’ll have to go check up on investments. At least in the next 4 months.” He murmured, letting her wash the shampoo out of his hair. He liked providing for her, making her warm and soft and vulnerable around him. That was something he knew she would enjoy, the fact that he was tender with her heart. “I’d like you to come over to my place too. See it. It’s not big, but it’s cozy. I think there’s some things you’d like too.” He was hoping that she would like his home. It was something that he wanted her to like because it was his style.

She hummed, turning so he could return the favor and shampoo her hair. It was really nice to just care for and be taken care of. Normal people had this, small things like this. It meant the world to her and he didn’t even know. Just simple signs of affection that she’d missed on after all these years. He’d be able to provide for her. 

“I’d love to come over. You live in Brooklyn, yeah?” Y/N remembered from when she sent over the guy with the suits. “I always imagined you living there anyway.” She smiled softly, humming as his fingers worked through her hair. “It’ll be nice to be home again though... cause this time I’ll have something to look forward to.” She really did mean it when she said that. Her life was full of events, meetings, and appointments. She never really got downtime to enjoy herself, she was always trying to impress and show off so she could get some attention. Now she had Harry. “I’m just really happy you’re finally mine...” She whispered.

“Baby...” He cooed, leaning down to kiss her. The truthfulness in her tone, the fact that she was honestly so eager to have him? She had wanted him for a while and now she had him and was happy about it. It made her happy, he made her happy! “I am. And you’re mine.” He smiled widely. “Gonna be good together, yeah? Gonna teach each other a lot and learn. I’ll make you feel like a princess.” Because she was. A precious princess. Not just because of the money but because she was a genuine soul. “You’re so lovely, Y/N. I can’t imagine being more proud to be someone’s. I’ve been unhappy and lonely for quite a while and now I feel.... full?” He admitted. “Happy. Like there isn’t this weight on my shoulders or a hole in my chest.”

“Been waiting a long time for someone to love up on... and you make it so easy, just want to give you everything all the time.” She really felt like she couldn’t do enough to express how she felt. “You deserve to feel happy and full, I’m glad I can do that for you... you certainly do that for me.” Y/N wasn’t sentimental often, but she felt like they needed to share this honest moment. “Can always come and talk to me about anything... literally, anytime. You have my heart.” That much was true. In the three weeks that she’s known him she’d seen the way he interacted with others, the way he so kindly and firmly denied her and didn’t make her feel like shit about it, the way her father respected him. Even talking to him about small things he liked, joking with him, it was all the little things that made her fall for him. Getting to fully express herself now with no boundaries? It made her happy.

“Me as well, darling. I know... well, it seems as though you don’t have a ton of people to open up to fully. And I want to be that person for you. Want you to always come to me with your feelings because I want to understand them. Understand you. Okay?” He questioned. “I just feel like there’s bits of you that haven’t been able to fully come out or be expressed and I want you to feel free and happy with me. Always. Want you to be yourself, feel at home with me.” He explained. Y/N needed someone to nurture her. “I won’t judge you. I made the mistake in the past to think I knew what type of man you wanted but I was wrong. I think I’m good for you. I think I can show you how it is to be truly appreciated and cared for. It’s something I think you’ll love.”

It warmed Y/N’s heart to hear, she’d been searching for it forever and now she finally had it. Y/N would certainly go on to tell him things that have happened to her in the past, help him understand why she is the way she is. Not all at once, she didn’t want to overwhelm him. 

“There are definitely things I’ve never really had before, I’ve had my fair share of shit exes... I’ll come around to tell you about them but.. I know you’ll be good for me..I’ll love it...” Y/N hummed as she went to rinse her hair, taking the loofa and starting to lather him up. “It’ll be nice for you to learn about my world and vice versa... especially if you’re going to be a big part of the company.” Y/N would show him the ropes of the luxury lifestyle, lord knows it can be intimidating. She knew she could be a spoiled brat too, if it would be good for him to bring her down to earth. 

Once they were out, they dried off and wrapped themselves up in robes and ordered breakfast which was more of a lunch now. They’d both have to get ready to leave soon. Harry pouted, not wanting to go. He wanted to spend more time with Y/N and he would— but he had to do this meeting first. He wasn’t worried about it but he was more worried about how long it would take. 

“I don’t want to.” He murmured into her neck. He had changed into his suit and she was sitting on the kitchenette counter, feeding him strawberries and fixing his hair. He hid his face in her when she said he should probably head downstairs to get a car. “Feel like a clingy teenager but... we just decided to be together and now I’ve got to go see someone else? And try to focus on things that aren’t you?” He grumbled, not wanting to leave her touch. “Sounds like bullshit to me.” His huff seemed to make her laugh but he was being serious. 

“Awe baby.” Y/N cooed, her hand gently petting at his hair. She really did feel a little tear in her heart because she also didn’t want him to leave but she knew she’d be reunited with him soon. “‘s okay, only a few hours till dinner yeah? You look so handsome too, gonna show off to everyone.” Y/N complimented, knowing she’d be very proud to have a man like Harry I’m her arm. “You’ll do great.” Y/N kissed him sweetly, “bye baby, text me when you’re done.” She cooed walking him out with one more lingering kiss before she went to get ready for her meeting. Y/N threw on some high waisted jeans and a button up and some light makeup, putting on sunglasses and sneakers and heading out the door. She was going to visit her fashion friends, they had wanted to see her to discuss fashion week plans and of course, they wanted to give her some things. Y/N was excited to get some things for Harry and of course, lingerie.

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The meeting was boring. He was easily able to sweet talk them, the clients being heavily impressed when he switched to French when they started speaking among themselves about how to get the best deal out of him. He had been a bit ruthless in it, and it was fun but... he missed Y/N. 

‘Hi darling. This is very boring. I miss you xx’

He knew she would laugh at his text but it was true. He missed her terribly! It was odd to not have her slender hand on his arm or her warm laugh or be able to look over and see encouraging hazel eyes. He missed those a lot. It was also odd because he knew that this was a brand new feeling. A new emotion. How strongly she felt with him, how he wanted her around a lot now and was able to express it... it made him think a lot. He could be happy now, with her. and knowing he was basically guaranteed the job helped too.

Y/N was having loads of fun, unlike Harry. She had met up with her friends and had a nice laugh with them, looked over all the designs that they were starting for fashion week and got to pick out some pieces to take home. She might have gone overboard, but she didn’t really care. It was all for a good cause, Harry. Just as she thought of him her phone buzzed and she chuckled, shaking her head at the message. 

‘I’m sorry baby ): I miss you too. I’ll see you soon though xx’

She would in fact see him soon. Y/N checked the time and realized she needed to rush home to get ready. Y/N threw the bags all over the living room, tons of them going everywhere but she had stuff to do. She had to shave her legs and moisturize, had to make sure her hair and makeup looked great, and of course the dress. She couldn’t forget about that. Luckily, she had finished right on time and got a text from Harry saying he was on his way to dinner right as she hopped in the car. Perfect.

Harry was in need of some Y/N time. Some TLC from her would be lovely. All he needed was her. The exhausting meeting had drained him a bit but the prospect of seeing Y/N and going for a romantic dinner, spending time just with his new lover? It revitalized him. A happy sigh left him as he got out of the car, but a bit confused considering he was right at the tower. Were they walking to the restaurant? A picnic? Either would be fine but he was confused until he felt a hand wrap around his arm. 

“Baby.” He smiled, though it fell more to an awe inspiring look when he saw her. She was dressed in a gorgeous down— red and sparkly and a slit in the leg, clinging to curves he wanted to nibble on. Definitely not a picnic. “Fuck, you look incredible.” He murmured, placing his hands on her waist. “Wow. You really... look gorgeous. I love this.”

Y/N was nervously excited, getting out of the car and seeing all these people look at her as if she was a movie star. She was in her own right, but seeing Harry pull up looking all confused made her heart flutter. She really had missed him today and if that said anything about their relationship, it was that it would prosper. She was confident in them. When she saw his reaction, butterflies filled her stomach, a giggling coming from her. 

“Thank you, baby.” She cooed, going to cup his cheek and place a sweet kiss to his lips. “Missed you.” She mumbled against them, hearing a phone click from beside them. Y/N pulled back and smiled, seeing a young girl taking photos of them. 

“Sorry, you just look so beautiful, thought you’d like to keep this moment.” The girl said in french, causing Y/N to smile even wider. “Thank you so much... um here—“ She reached her hand out so she could send it to herself. Y/N thanked her again and went back to Harry, taking his hand and leading him to the elevator that would take them to the top.

“Wait— where are we going?” He asked, confused. He wasn’t angry or upset. No— he was confused but thankful for the little trip. Maybe they’d go up and see what was up there? He was a bit uncultured in the fact he didn’t know much about the tower besides that it was beautiful. What was in there, he didn’t know. All he knew was that there was a viewing deck or something. Y/N looked like the kitten who got the cream, watching her pull him into the elevator as his brows furrowed. What the hell was this pretty little thing up to? That’s what he was curious about. “Are we going up for the view before we go to eat?” He asked. Instead he was shut up with a kiss once the elevator door closed, making him hum. A thankful and necessary thing, because he had missed her mouth all day. “Mm. Well... hello there.” He laughed when he felt her pull apart.

It was cute really, how he didn’t know there was a restaurant up there. Y/N really felt her stomach go when they were kissing in the elevator though, feeling like this was probably the most romantic thing she could ever pull off. Her heart was going crazy. 

“Hi.” She giggled, feeling the elevator come to a stop. “We’re here.” Y/N stepped out, being greeted by the host who already recognized her. She was more so focused on the look on Harry’s face once he realized where they actually were. The host led them to a table that was right by the window, looking out at all of Paris. What he didn’t know was that the restaurant was also an observation deck, meaning it slowly spun around. Y/N took a seat, still smirking at how shocked Harry had looked. 

“Taadaaa!” She giggled, feeling very proud of herself for being able to pull this off. “Pour toi mon amour” For you, my darling. She said, her heart fluttering as she reached out for his hand from across the table.

He raised a brow. He didn’t know there was a place up here to eat. It must be a huge money maker and absolutely not cheap— wow. He was so confused on how he had ended up here in life but he couldn’t complain. Not now. He had the best woman and the best job. 

“C'est beau. Je ne savais pas où se trouvait un restaurant ici, mon amour.” It is beautiful. I didn’t know where a restaurant was up here, my love. He spoke back in perfect French. The shock on her face was comical. She didn’t know he spoke French and to be honest, it had been a bit entertaining to leave her in the dark about it. He loved how she was finally taken aback at something he did. 

“What?” He smirked. “You aren’t the only one who knows French. You just assume.” He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed at it a few times. “I appreciate it though, Y/N. You are my blessing.”

“So... you heard what I said yesterday then?” She asked, raising a brow at him. She did in fact call him her boyfriend to a friend yesterday, not that it wasn’t true now. Nonetheless, she felt really happy to be able to do all of this for him. “I’m so glad you like it. Thought it’d be nice to surprise you, have a nice romantic dinner... originally I thought this would be what really got you, but you were a day early.” Y/N teased, allowing her leg to rub against his under the table. “There’s a set menu here, so you don’t really have to order anything. Just have to pick between steak, fish, or veg for your main. It’s delicious, all the food here.” She explained, knowing he’s probably never been to a Michelin Star restaurant before.

“Ah, okay. But yeah... I love it here. I couldn’t help it yesterday and I surely didn’t hear you complaining the rest of the night.” His smirk was very smug, and he knew she was rolling her eyes a bit but it was true! She hasn’t complained because it was good. What they both had wanted. “I heard. I wasn’t going to call you out in front of your friend and embarrass you, sweetheart. Besides... I liked how it sounded and I knew my own feelings, I knew I’d give in soon. I knew on the plane. So I let it be.” He explained. He loved how it sounded. “And you seemed to be proud to say I was your boyfriend so... it made me feel really nice. Solidified it for me.”

Y/N treated him unlike any other woman. With respect and care and she remembered things about him and treated him to things without wanting anything in return. Besides his affection, of course. She was calling to him for weeks and he finally gave in. Now they were on a date on top of the tower.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t.” Y/N smiled, “I was really proud of it. I am proud of it...” She spoke realizing they never really solidified it. They’d just said that they were each other’s but never really spoke about a label, maybe it was a given, but she just wanted to be sure. “So... you like it then? Me calling you my boyfriend?” She asked, eyes locked on his. “This is our official first date then, hmm?” She smirked, feeling like no one would be able to top this. A first date in France, at the top of the Eiffel tower? It couldn’t get any better. Y/N thanked the waiter for bringing over their first glass of wine and the cheese board. A starter. 

“Oh, I forgot to mention. They give you a glass of wine with every course, they pair it best to the food.” She didn’t realize that some things he didn’t just know. It was a privilege check for her. “But, how was the meeting, baby? Boring?” Y/N asked, wanting to genuinely know about how it went.

“I did like it. Quite a bit. It was another thing that made me realize that if you wanted me like that, I should let you. And then you stayed a distance, naughty little thing.” He snickered. Y/N had tested him time and time again but the one time he had wanted her to, she hadn’t. It was definitely something. “I suppose this is the first one... what a date this is then.” He murmured, looking around again. His first date with Y/N at the top of the Eiffel Tower? It was appropriate though. “It’s fitting. You’re a princess, deserve the world. We definitely have come into each other’s lives in a whirlwind.” He didn’t regret a thing though. Not at all. “I’ve never been to a more boring meeting in my life. Perhaps it was because I was away from you but... they didn’t realize I spoke French, tried to talk about conning the prices a bit, so I spoke back to them and asked them if they’d rather discuss business in their language. Scared them. Got the deal down so we make more.” He shrugged. Harry was good at his job. His charm won people over very quickly.

Y/N felt really proud of her man, glad that she could properly call him her man now. He had once again proven himself to be an excellent employee and her father would be really happy to hear that he was doing so well. 

“Good job, daddy.” She cooed, switching up the pet name on him because hearing him talk about work turned her on. It was weird. She was always attracted to ambitious people, mainly because she was one, but also because she had only ever known people who were like that. Her mom and dad, her exes, all her friends. Everyone was business savvy and of course having a partner who was the same felt good. “Think this will be good for you, it will definitely impress my father. Has he checked up on you yet?” 

Her father was an intimidating man. He only really cared about money and his company. Y/N learned that the hard way when she was very young, he never came to her recitals or her parent teacher nights. She didn’t even get to go to her father daughter dance because he was away doing business in Dubai. The fact that he trusted Harry so much so quickly did hurt, but it made her feel good to know her father at least cared about her man.

“We are having a call tomorrow, to talk about the upcoming meeting on Wednesday.” He hummed. “Emailed me and asked if we could speak but I said we were going to dinner... in the email back he said that was lovely and to put it on the company card so.” He chuckled. It was no secret that her father wanted Y/N and Harry together. He often pushed him towards her, like this trip. Why, he wasn’t sure. Maybe he trusted Y/N with him? Or wanted her with someone in the company? Harry wasn’t positive on why or how but he was happy he didn’t have to deal with a cranky potential father in law. 

He noticed she didn’t talk much about her parents or seemed to be indifferent about them. He had a feeling that she probably didn’t get the most attention from them growing up, seeing as how business oriented her father was,  but he wasn’t sure.

“Really? Wow.” Y/N chuckled, not surprised at all but part of her hoped that she would be. “He really likes you...” She shook her head a little bit and took another piece of cheese into her mouth, sipping on her wine. She needed to get some of the edge off, she hated thinking about her father like this especially when she was with Harry. She knew he’d bring it up later, but right now they were just having a good time. “So, your family... do they still live in England?” Y/N asked curiously, wanting to know more about them. “Your mom and your sister?” She remembered him saying that a few days ago and wanted to again show him that she was listening. Y/N wanted to know all that she could about his childhood, it was probably much brighter than hers. 

Maybe it would sound silly to him but she was jealous that he got to have a normal life. Y/N would have much rather grown up with a normal life and earned her wealth, but she couldn’t be too picky, she was grateful for what she had. It just hurt thinking about how fucked up her upbringing was.

“Yeah, my mum, step dad and sister.” He smiled widely. “They’re great. All still living there. Uh, my mum lives in Cheshire still but my sister moved out to London. She’s engaged now.” He loved them and missed them so much. It did take a toll sometimes. “I go back for Christmas this year. I’m happy to see them all and spend time back there. I miss her cats. M’gonna take Oliver to go and see them too.” He was obviously fond of his family. It was a big deal to him. He was a family man and wanted one of his own, sooner or later. “I grew up there and know all the cool places. I’ll take you one day.” He was being ambitious by saying that but he was hopeful that she would perhaps want to be around him for a long while.

“Awe, that’s so nice. You’ll definitely get a nice few weeks off over Christmas... the office sort of shuts down, the few weeks leading up to it are hell.” Y/N knew the stress her dad went through because he’d always take it out by yelling at her mom or her. “I’d love to go... I really love London, but I haven’t been to Cheshire.” Y/N said with a small smile, knowing she was essentially saying she’d be down to meet his family if that’s something he wanted to do with her. “What are their names?” Y/N asked, wanting to make sure she knew she whenever he talked to them and she was around she could properly say hello. Y/N was having a genuinely nice time with him, looking out the window and realizing exactly where they were. It made her get all giddy and emotional. Her exes would never do stuff like this with her. The last time she traveled with an ex things went horribly wrong, she even had scars to prove it.

“Anne is my mum, Gemma is my sister.” Harry was happy that she asked. That she genuinely cared about what he had to say and wanted to listen to him speak, even if it was about mundane things Like his family. “London is lovely. It’s where I thought I’d end up but things changed and I got to go to New York. It’s a good thing.” He wouldn’t have met Y/N otherwise. Or at least, not as soon. That was a sad thought. He was happy to have her now. “They’ll like you. When you act like you and don’t get bratty, of course.” He was teasing her, but also true. She wouldn’t act like that around his family though and he was fairly confident that they’d get along well. “You’re a strong woman, don’t take anyone’s shit. Just like them. They’ll be happy I ended up with someone like you.”

Anne and Gemma. Y/N would remember that. Seeing the smile on his face when he talked about them let her know just how important they were, she hoped that he would have the same smile on his face when talking about her to them. Whenever that time came around. 

“They know you’re here then?” Y/N raised her brow a bit. “Wish I would have known, could have made a pitstop in London on the way back but... next time.” She would plan something for them for sure. If he was such a family man it must kill him to be away from them, surely if he was saving up, he couldn’t just drop money and see them whenever he wanted. She could help with that. Y/N felt herself light up when he said that they’d like her. 

“Really?” She cooed, “awe... I hope so. I mean, you mean so much to me already. I really hope they do.” She wanted him to know that she cared what his family thought of her. Obviously being from the background she had made her a little nervous, she knew people judged her based on how she looked and acted, hopefully his family didn’t. She was hoping Harry wouldn’t ask about her family because it would really just be sad. She didn’t want to damper the mood of their meal with that.

He could tell her family was a sore spot so he didn’t ask. Instead he moved the conversation on to her favorite places to travel and how she liked to come here often because of her fashion friends. What she liked doing in her free time. They had jumped into a relationship a bit fast however he knew that this would work. His belly always told him to go for her and he had ignored that want for weeks until now, when he finally felt happy enough and excited enough to do it. Y/N was what the man had been hoping for in a romantic partner. 

There were sparks even now. Just sitting and her leg tangled with his under the table. She looked beautiful and he knew that he wanted to really try for this. For them. See how it would work. Maybe it could be difficult because it was obvious she had been mistreated but... he wanted to help stitch up some of those wounds.

The dinner was lovely. Everything about it was wonderful. Harry had put the dinner on the company card as her father had insisted, a smile forming on her face as she watched him hand the credit card to the waiter. It must have felt nice for him to pay for a dinner like that, for the people who saw to know he had taken his girl out. Y/N wanted him to feel like that all the time with her. The drive back was lovely as well, both of them buzzing off of the wine, getting a little handsy. 

“You smell so good...” Y/N muttered, planting kisses over his neck and loosening his tie. It was when they arrived at the hotel room that Y/N remembered the bags of clothing that were scattered all over the place when she left. “I have to warn you before we go in there... please don’t judge me.” She spoke, giving him wide innocent eyes. Y/N opened the door and stepped inside, turning on the lights and feeling her face flush when she saw Harry’s face. “You said you wouldn’t judge!!” Y/N whined, a pout coming onto her face. “I didn’t buy it!”

It looked like hundreds of shopping bags were on the floor. Names like Dior, Hermes, Balenciaga, Saint Laurent, Givenchy, all the designers were scattered in the living room area. 

“Baby— what the hell?” He asked with wide eyes. “How on earth did you manage this? I wasn’t gone for that long.” He was shocked. All these designer things. “Wait— didn’t pay? How is it here then, did you steal it?” His face screwed up in question. “You’re so crazy, Y/N. Jesus. How did you cover this much in so little time?” It had to have been 4 hours tops if she left when he did. He was in awe of how much shopping this truly was. Was this her daily life? He hoped he got the job because then he would be able to foot this shopping bill. To inherit the company meant near billions.

“No! Oh my god!” Y/N couldn’t stop laughing when he asked her if she stole it. She shook her head, cupping his cheeks and pressed a kiss to his lips. He was so cute, so endearing sometimes it hurt her little heart. “They’re gifts.” She started, “I’m a designer, I have designer friends.” Y/N giggled, “besides. They’re not all for me.” She went and picked out all the bags she knew for a fact were his, bringing them over to the little couch while she put all of hers on the other. She’d brought him a bunch of shoes, rings, sunglasses, shirts, pants, jackets— you name it. “If some of the rings or clothes don’t fit, just let me know, I can get them exchanged.” 

In comparison, she had gotten more things for him than for herself. Especially when you factor in all the lingerie that she had. Y/N smirked to herself, turning around and biting her lip. He was too busy looking through stuff so she excused herself to go to the bathroom and change into one of the things she’d gotten.

“Jesus Christ.” He whispered as he looked at the amount of shit in front of him. Y/N had gotten stuff for him to? He wanted to feel guilty but she said it was free. She wasn’t a liar, and he wouldn’t put it past her to have these types of connections but it was crazy. How did life work like this? He had gone on a date at the Eiffel Tower and came back to designer clothes that his lover has gotten for free. How was he so lucky to live like this now? He was unsure but what he did know was that Y/N gave him a lot of emotions he didn’t normally have.

“Babe? Where did you go?” He called. She had ran off to the bedroom and he only looked through one bag before getting overwhelmed. There were tens of thousands of dollars of things in it. And he wasn’t exaggerating. A four thousand dollar sweater? two thousand dollar slippers? People spent their real money on it? It amazed him.

Y/N had slipped into a little yellow number, deciding she’d show off one of the pieces she got. It didn’t take long, she was able to strip out of her dress and pull the lingerie on, keeping on the heels for dramatic effect. She made her way back out to the living room, observing him as she leaned against the door frame. 

“Find anything you like?” She spoke in a gentle unsuspecting tone. Y/N was just waiting for him to turn around. She was definitely pulling all the stops, each and everyday she just topped the other and she didn’t know how she could keep this up but she sure as hell would. Maybe it’s because she had been deprived of having someone who would appreciate these things that she was doing them all at once. Her exes would have simply expected her to wear stuff like this all the time and ask her to get on her knees.

“Yeah, a few things.” He murmured, turning to look at her. And when he did— fuck. God damn. Today was a dream, wasn’t it? It had to be. “I see something in particular now.” He leaned back against the couch, taking her in. Beautiful yellow lingerie, lacy, obviously expensive. And heels. He loved those heels. She looked like a woman. Long legs, curves, tits, lips. All of it. She was the most beautiful in the world and no one could convince him otherwise. “Why don’t you come closer so I can see, darling?” He murmured, gesturing her over with a finger. He wanted to have a good look at her and see what she had put on just for him. He was obviously appreciative, with his eyes eating her up. No one had ever dressed up like this for him and to be honest, it was one of the most arousing things. She had gotten this with him in mind?

Y/N wasn’t expecting anything crazy, they’d had incredible sex this morning so she wouldn’t be greedy. She had simply put on the outfit because well... she wanted to. She knew he would like it. Of course the look on his face and his darkening eyes made her heart flutter. He just knew exactly what to do and what to say. She’d never been so excited to please, to be around someone, it was so thrilling and new. Y/N walked over to him and did a little spin, making sure he took all of it in. 

“Got a bunch of other stuff in the bags...” She spoke, deciding she’d wouldn’t give in and sit in his lap unless he pulled her there. “Got plenty more at home too..” Y/N hummed, “one in every color, you’ll see them all.” She had decided she’d make it a little game for the two of them. It could be like a collectible thing. Collect all the panties of the Rainbow.

“That's wonderful... I’ll be excited to see them all on you.” Harry smirked. Jesus. “But you expect me not to feel a certain type of way when you come out here, looking as sexy as sin... baby, you’re gravely mistaken.” He chuckled. Oh, his Y/N. He grabbed behind her thighs, pulling her to his lap. She squealed but he just laughed, shaking his head as he got her straddled on his lap. Properly. “There we are. S’where you belong.” He murmured, bringing a hand up to feel the lace. It was soft, not scratchy like he had felt on women before. Then again, Y/N was no normal woman. She was classy and a step above anything he had experienced before. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world.” He spoke clearly, fondness in his tone. “Genuinely can’t understand how you decided to want me.”

“You’re far too sweet to me...” Y/N smiled at his words, knowing that he genuinely meant that? She couldn’t fathom someone actually thinking so. Y/N’s hands moved to his chest, moving to unbutton his shirt so she could have her hands on his bare skin. Her cheeks were flushed, that familiar feeling of giddiness returning. “Think you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever met, in fact, I know so...” She hummed, loosening his tie. “From the moment I saw you.” Y/N was riding on cloud 9, she felt like she had her life together, had plans for once. Harry was perfect in her eyes, the perfect man, how could she ever want more? Y/N leaned forward to kiss him, keeping her hands firm against his chest. She could totally see herself falling in love with him. Very quickly actually, especially if he kept this up. When they got back to New York she hoped things stayed like this, hoped she could still see him all the time and be able to kiss him whenever she wanted.

This girl needed his attention. Y/N was special and not many men could handle her or what she meant but Harry had a good feeling that he could. That her emotions could be the thing to even him out. They would be learning from each other. Kissing her felt like a familiar to him now. Perfectly timed and made his body wake up. She was giving him the most comfort in a single action and he was going to appreciate that. 

“Mm... not nearly as sweet as you deserve, baby. I’m happy that you’re mine. I get to show you what you deserve and give you the affection I know you need.” His hands rested on her hips, the warm skin burning his fingertips in the best way.

Y/N pulled back from him and rested her head on his shoulder, her nose pressed up against the soft skin of his neck. She sat there in his lap for a good while, just listening to him breathing and enjoying his company. Even this felt nice, just touching him and living in the moment. Time felt like it was slowed down with him. 

“Harry... can I ask you something?” Y/N asked quietly, her fingers still tracing circles on his back. “When we go back to New York... will things be different?” She really wanted to know where he stood. “Between us...” They had gotten into this relationship pretty quickly, there were still a ton of loose ends. Caroline would definitely want to talk to him in person, her father would probably think he can control her and Harry more by using each other to plot against the other. Her mother would have some choice words about her being with someone of lower class. There were all these things they’d have to deal with and she didn’t think she was worth that hassle.

“I mean... yes. They will, because New York is home. But it doesn’t change the way I feel about you. Or how I’ll treat you. You’re mine and that means I can take care of you.” He assured her. “Obstacles are normal in relationships. There will be curve balls but it’s only to strengthen us. You are going to lose me. I’m here for a long haul, okay?” He could tell she was worried. He was a little bit too but it was just normal nerves of a new relationship. “It’ll also change in good ways. You meeting Oliver, going out to meet each other’s friends. Sleepovers and more dates and getting to know one another better. You can visit me at work... it’ll be good.”

“Promise?”

She knew that what he was saying was true, she trusted him a whole lot, but she still worried. Y/N had previous relationships that all seemed perfect at the start but ended terribly, between the cheating and then saying she was too much to handle, she felt like she had a lot of making up to do. If things stayed like this she would be okay. If she could continue pulling out all the stops to make sure he was still interested, maybe this would work out well. She knew Harry was special, knew he was different and perfect and she didn’t want to let him go. She wouldn’t let anyone get in the way of that. Y/N pulled her head back out from his neck and cupped his cheek. She felt really grateful for him, truly. She didn’t want to over or under do it. Hopefully he wasn’t too overwhelmed. 

“Thank you for being you..” Y/N spoke calmly, giving him a gentle smile. “Let’s get ready for bed yeah?”

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Y/N had gone out to get a surprise breakfast for them the next morning, kissing him awake and telling him that she was going to be about an hour. He took that time to shower and get dressed, and take the call from her father. 

“Hello, Sir. Good morning.” He greeted as he picked up. 

“Harry! My boy. How did last night go? How is my daughter?” He said it in a tone that had him furrowing his brows. He didn’t exactly like it because it was quite suggestive. Yes, he had made love to Y/N again, slow and tender and loving to ease her worries and his own. It had worked. But that wasn’t for her father's ears. 

“She’s doing well. We are going to eat some breakfast soon. Then I’ll head off to the meeting. I’m not sure if she wants to tag along or see her fashion friends, but we’ll meet up again for dinner if that’s the case. How is business over there?” He figured it would be polite to ask

“Oh no,” Her father chuckled, “I’m sure she’s doing, well now, huh?” Her father was of course insinuating that he knew Harry had slept with his daughter. He knew how persistent she was and how badly she’d wanted Harry, so of course he knew that they’d already gotten down to it. “Good. Heard good news yesterday, and was very happy to hear it. Make sure you bring my little princess along to the meeting, they’ve got a wandering eye so... she’ll keep them focused.” He chuckled again, “could use a little eye candy, I’m sure.” 

Her father had always been this way about Y/N. She wasn’t fit enough to inherit the company in his eyes, but she at least helped him get business deals. Ever since she was around 16, he’d bring her around. Maybe even before then. Y/N always thought it was because he was proud of her... just, not in that way. She still thought that was why she was allowed around the office. 

“Business here is good. Buildings are coming along great down here, reckon I’ll have you come down here and help hire.” Harry really was becoming his right hand man. He really did trust him.

It made Harry feel ill. The fact that her father saw Y/N as someone to help sweeten a deal... of course she was worried about him really thinking she was beautiful without makeup. She was probably groomed to be a bit of eye candy for men. He wasn’t going to allow that to happen. He would go by himself and she would meet with fashion friends because he wasn’t going to use her like that. Not like everyone else did. Not on his watch.

“Ah, yes. I’ll help hire when I’m back.” He wouldn’t mind that. He didn’t like how Y/N was used as a bit of a prop though. It made him feel gross. Y/N was worth more than tits and ass for grody businessmen who were married for years to gawk at. “I’m sure it’ll go great. We won’t have any issues.”

“Perfect. Enjoy the rest of your trip.” Her father spoke, letting Harry go off and handle business. Truth be told, her father saw a lot of himself within Harry. He could see that over time he could grow to be an incredible CEO and he was so glad to have his hands on him. Harry has the ambition and the drive, the hunger that came with being from a lower class family. Harry was a provider and he knew that. 

Y/N knew he had just gotten off the phone with her father, skipping into the living room and smiling to see the breakfast set up outside for them. She immediately went to wrap her arms around his neck, pressing one glossy lipped kiss to his lips. Y/N has stopped wearing as much makeup, letting her skin be the focal point and simply wearing some type of lip and eye makeup. Harry made her feel the most beautiful when she looked like that. 

“Was that my dad?” She asked, going to adjust his suit. “Should try going without a tie, hmm? The little unbuttoned look...” Y/N went to go give it a try. “Can tie me up with this later...” she mumbled as she threw the tie to the side. She took a step back to look at his new look and nodded, “remind me to get you a Rolex.”

“Yeah... Just was filling me in on some stuff.” He murmured, letting her fuss with his clothes. He didn’t care. The one he wanted to look good for was Y/N anyways. “A Rolex? Baby... those are over ten grand, for a cheap one. No.” He chuckled. He was okay with her getting smaller gifts but the idea of her getting such an expensive gift made him nervous. He didn’t know how to equally reciprocate. “What are your plans for today, angel? Who are you seeing while I’m at the meeting?” They hadn’t solidified her coming with him so he was hoping she could have alternate plans. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to go— he did. But he refused to subject her to being a piece of eye candy for creeps.

Y/N rolled her eyes, deciding she’d just get one for him for Christmas or something special like a promotion. Maybe they could go to Amsterdam and he could pick one out himself? Her thoughts were cut short when she heard him start to ask about what she was doing while he was at the meeting.

“What do you mean, I thought I was going with you?” Y/N looked at him with her brows furrowed, confused because she really hadn’t had any solid plans for today. She was just going to go to the meeting with him and then to a nice, but more laid back restaurant. Y/N frowned before he even had the chance to say anything, knowing her father probably had something to do with this. “Did my father say something to you?” She asked and swallowed thickly, “or do you just not want me to go?” Y/N didn’t realize she was overreacting, she didn’t quite grasp the concept well. Abandonment wasn’t really her thing.

“No— no, baby.” Harry furrowed his brows and cupped her cheeks. He didn’t want her to think he didn’t want her to go! That wasn’t it at all. Of course he did, but he also didn’t know what to do when it came to this. He wanted her but he wanted her safe. “I just... I kept thinking about you last night. How pretty you looked. How incredible you felt. I was distracted half the morning thinking about it. It you’re next to me and I have to sit next to you and know you’re there and wearing such pretty panties, I’m gonna be off my game.” He explained. It wasn’t a lie, either. He would be very distracted thinking about her next to him. Also distracted, worried about her safety. That was a big one as well. “I want you to come but I know that I’ll have problems behaving.” He kissed her forehead, making sure she knew it wasn’t because he didn’t want her. “Okay, angel?”

“Okay, I understand... it is important.” Y/N softened once he explained his reasoning, deciding that that was a solid reason for her not to go with him. She moved her hands to his wrists, smoothing her thumbs over the skin. Y/N should have known that’s why he suggested it, she shouldn’t assume he didn’t want her around. Being insecure wasn’t attractive, many men had told her that. “I’ll um... I’ll see what I can do.” Y/N spoke, opening up her phone as she went to sit down for breakfast to find herself some plans. She didn’t want to bother her fashion friends again, so maybe she could do some pampering? Get a massage? She had just spent all this time getting ready though. She was glued to her phone trying to figure out plans, deciding that she’d go look for fabrics and other things she could use to make some designs. Maybe she’d go to a market and get some snacks for them later? Honestly, she had no idea what she was going to do, she hated not having plans.

“My baby...” He came up next to her and crouched down. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you really wanted to come with me.” He frowned. Harry felt guilty that she was feeling sadness over it. He didn’t want her to feel as though she wasn’t wanted or anything. “I hope you know I wasn’t trying to make you upset.” He brought her hand to his face and peppered kisses on it. “I want to be around you all the time. Plus, I know of these clients. They’re a bit creepy when it comes to women and I’d be on edge for two reasons.” He had to add some more truth in there. “I want you to be around me always. I never want you to go away. Please don’t worry about that. Even when I was pushing you away, I wanted you closer.”

“No, no— it’s okay.” Y/N looked down at him, eyes wide and shook her head, “promise.” She really did understand where he was coming from. “I shouldn’t have assumed I was going, it’s okay.” She gave him a smile and nodded. This... this was all very new for Y/N. To have someone actually nice around. She didn’t want him to think she was upset with him or in general, she was a little upset but she’d get over it. She was just being a spoiled brat. Y/N let her hand cup his cheek, gently rubbing over the skin. “Really, it’s okay.” Y/N said and put her phone down. She’d figure it out once he was gone, she didn’t want him to see her all panicked like that just because she wasn’t going to a meeting with him. She must have looked absurd. “We’re going to a cool place later, they do all different kinds of cool drinks and stuff. I think you’ll like it.” Y/N smiled, knowing it would be much more of his speed. The two different sides of Y/N. Of course, she’d never been able to eat fast food, her mother absolutely refused. Something about processed food making her fat.

“Oh? I am very excited then. C’mere.” He put her phone down on the table and picked her up, ignoring her squeals and giggles and questions of what he was doing as he pressed her against the wall. “Want you happy.” He began to kiss over her face. Still, the guilt that her father had made her grow up with the sort attention she got... It made him feel gross. She wouldn’t be in that situation again. He cared too much. “My sweet girl...” he was making her feel his affection for her. “So good to me. Went out and got pretty underwear, let me see them. Then planning all these nice dates... so wonderful.” He spoke between tiny kisses to her skin. She deserved this type of loving. Someone to worship her back, the way she had him feeling.

“Harry! That tickles!” She giggled, feeling bits of his scruff scratch against her skin. It did feel really nice though, to have him kiss all over her face and say all those sweet things. He didn’t cower or run away when she had a little meltdown, he didn’t just drop it when she said she was okay. He wanted to make sure she was okay. It made that entire little meltdown go away. Y/N couldn’t shake the smile off her face, looking at him in awe as he stopped with the kisses and just looked at her. “Want the best for you.” She cooed, brushing loose strands of hair away from his face. “Treat me so nice. Best boyfriend ever..” Y/N was gushing, it’s only been a few days and he’s already proven to be better than the others. 

He was always saying how he was shocked she chose him but she was more shocked that he stayed with her. That he wanted her even with how absolutely insane she could be. Y/N knew she was fucked up from her upbringing, but sometimes she lost sight of things.

“Good. I want to treat you the best.” He murmured. Y/N was going to learn soon that once he was committed— he was committed. Point blank. There was nothing she could do to make him leave, he doesn’t think. He wanted to be with her, so he would be. “Boyfriends are meant to treat you nice and give you all the love and attention you need.” He said. “Gonna keep you as long as you let me. Want you to see that you’re worth all this nice attention and that M’not Gonna run away from you.” He had a feeling that many people in her life didn’t listen when she was upset. “Meant what I said, by the way. About telling me how you feel. I always want to know. I like knowing where you are and where we stand. It’s better for us both in the long run.” He was pretty positive that Y/N was going to be pleasantly surprised at how dedicated he would be to her. He was a fixation person. Her, his work, Oliver, his family. He probably didn’t realize the weight of his words, how much it truly meant to her for him to say that he wanted to know how she felt all the time and that he wouldn’t run away. Y/N nodded, letting out a shaky breath when she realized she’d have to tell him everything sooner or later. 

“I—I know I can overreact sometimes, I’ve been told...” She chuckled, looking away from him for a moment. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know, but it— I’m not used to talking about my feelings. It’s going to take time, but I’ll try to tell you what I can when I can, yeah?” She wouldn’t let Harry go, never. She needed him to help her, to bring all the good parts out and to teach her that that was okay. “I feel myself being a better version of myself whenever I’m around you, I—I want to get better, want to be the best, don’t want you to feel like I’m stressing you out with my feelings or anything—” She knew she was a lot to handle, anyone who met her knew that, but she was hopeful that Harry would stick around, he did just promise he would .

“Hey— no. Y/N... honey, you need to tell me things. It doesn’t matter. Being in a relationship, in my mind— it means you need to communicate. Need to tell me things. You won’t be stressing me out and I won’t get angry about your feelings.” He hated whoever made her feel like that. It wasn’t at all accurate. He wanted her to be happy and want to be honest and open. “You don’t have to tell me everything at once. I’d like to know things but it’s your journey, your stuff that you've gone through.” He sighed, frowning when she looked saddened by the thoughts. It hurt when she hurt. “I’m not like everyone else, okay? I’m not going to hurt you like that. I value you as a person. You’re very important to me in all aspects. Your mental health is just as vital as your physical and I want you to know that I care.” He kissed her bottom lip, trying to make her feel it through touch. “If you overreact, I’m going to assume it means something happened in the past you haven’t told me yet. But put some trust in me. Just a little. Okay?”

“Okay.” It’s hard for Y/N. She knew it would be, but he was right, she needed to put a little trust in him. “S—sometimes I don’t realize I’m doing it. It’s hard— but I’ll try, I promise. Anything for you.” Y/N told him with a smile, nuzzling her face into his neck as she hugged him. She really needed a hug. Y/N realized that he would probably be late for his meeting if he didn’t leave soon and as much as she wanted him to stay here with her she knew he had to go. “Baby, take something with you— you barely ate breakfast.” She spoke, realizing that they’d got so caught up in talking that he didn’t get a chance to eat. “I’ll see you later, yeah?” Y/N spoke softly, pressing another kiss to his lips. Her whole demeanor has changed, she was much gentler and softer, a little more vulnerable in this state but she knew she’d be okay. She’d take her makeup off and go get pampered in the spa downstairs. Some good quality stress relief.

“Bye, angel. I adore you.” He gave her one last kiss before he left. He couldn’t say he loved her yet but, that was close enough. It was concerning. He was starting to see someone had hurt her. Badly. He could see she had damage emotionally beforehand but now, he worried immensely. Who had messed with her? Made her upset like this? She second guessed it and jumped to the conclusion that he didn’t want her around and that made him so sad. He always wanted her around. It would be his mission to make her see he liked her around. When they went home, of course it would be a challenge. But he didn’t care. He wanted her to be happy, mentally healthy, and want to be taken care of. He could do that for her. He knew it.

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[part 4]

A/N: oof, that is all. - n + d

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Her 🦋

‘I could go up out to outer space with her, all I need is one more day with her.’

Phases - Hwang Hyunjin X Chase Atlantic

Rating: M (heavy angst and suggestive content)

Warnings: discussion of suicidal thoughts and severe depression, childhood trauma (absent father, daddy issues), discussion of sex, discussion and use of drugs, substance abuse/addiction and alcoholism, extremely toxic relationship, emotional manipulation and verbal abuse, fwb, sexting and sending nudes

Word Count: 4.6k+

a/n: and here is the second part of phases, my hhjxchaseatlantic series! please proceed with caution bc this fic is very heavy and touches on some very sensitive and serious topics. I really hope you guys enjoy this, lmk what you think and hmu if you wanna be on the taglist! the biggest thank you to the loml @silverlightprincess for proofreading this and bigging it up so much lmao I love you sis! x

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A loud ping from Hyunjin’s phone resonates in the hazy room, the other boys exchanging knowing glances, and he ignores the way his hands itch to reach into his pocket and see if it’s her. ‘Aren’t you gonna check that?’ Changbin asks, fingers fumbling as he tries to roll yet another joint. Hyunjin’s surprised the other boy can even see straight, let alone roll a joint, but he manages it. It’s not his best work, but it’ll do.

They’re sat in the private bar on the top floor of Changbin’s dad’s hotel on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by windows that overlook the skyline. None of them have particularly well-paying jobs – they have more than enough to live, but they splash it all on drugs and drink and fast cars and pretty girls who want Fendi bags, but thanks to Changbin’s dad, lavish nights filled with the oldest alcohol and the best weed are a regular. Changbin’s dad helps fund this lifestyle and they can’t be grateful enough towards him for it.

‘It won’t be urgent,’ Hyunjin says offhandedly, but he feels his skin lighting up with energy. It’s like nothing else is allowed to exist in his mind or body when he thinks of her – she pushes away everything else, even the marijuana mist that hangs in a heavy cloud over his mind. He’s already beginning to sober up, his senses alert and tuned into her. She’s not even here, and she’s all he can feel.

‘What if it’s your girl?’ Chan teases, dimples denting his cheeks as he hands Changbin the lighter. ‘She’s not my girl,’ Hyunjin replies mildly, the boys all looking amused. ‘Then why’d you go running whenever she texts you?’ Minho asks, gentle laughter running around the room, and Hyunjin pushes down the shame, rolling his eyes and curling his lips at the corners, trying to seem nonchalant.

‘He doesn’t go running. He leaves her waiting like a dick,’ Jeongin says, Hyunjin flipping him off half-heartedly. ‘As he should. She ain’t shit,’ Jisung says with a grin. ‘You say that, but you’d go running if it was you she was texting,’ Seungmin grins at Jisung, the latter nodding instantly. ‘Of course I would. I’m not a fucking idiot. I just feel sorry for him. They’ve been fucking around for years and she still hasn’t caught feelings like all other girls do. If there aren’t any feelings involved, it gets boring,’ Jisung says, not realising how his words feel like weapons to Hyunjin.

‘Are you fucking crazy? It’s way better without feelings. It gets messy with feelings,’ Minho says as Chan passes him the joint, fresh smoke already beginning to blur the room, and Hyunjin nods. ‘Exactly. The only reason we’ve been fucking around for so long is because there aren’t any feelings. That’s why we work so well,’ Hyunjin lies, his phone pinging again.

‘Well, I admire you. I’d have caught feelings for her by now,’ Felix says candidly, the other boys bursting into laughter. ‘Don’t laugh! You lot would’ve caught feelings for her too!’ he says defensively, raising his voice over the laughter. ‘Yeah, I definitely would have. I think I’d have wifed her by now,’ Changbin grins, and Hyunjin feels the jealously bubbling up inside him. He hates it when they talk about her. She might not be his, but she’s more his than she is theirs. They have no right to talk about her like that.

‘Yeah, but how do you wife a girl that doesn’t wanna be wifed?’ Chan asks, all of the boys letting out noises of agreement. ‘True. She’s actually living the life. Always decked out in designer, dick from Mr Handsome, free drugs from his friends, boujee apartment in the city, sexy group of friends and an easy ass ‘working from home’ job,’ Jisung says, sounding jealous, and all the boys start laughing again. ‘She really is. I’d swap lives with her, no hesitation,’ Seungmin says, more laughing filling the room.

‘Check your phone then, Mr Handsome,’ Felix nudges Hyunjin, and the boy lets out a little sigh, taking his time as he gets his phone out of his pocket. Her name is on the screen, no emojis and pet names or anything. Just her name. She’s sent him two texts, and he tries to hide his eagerness as he unlocks his phone to see them.

come see me when you’re done with the boys

give them my love and bring me some molly pls xo

‘Wow. Not her trying to emotionally manipulate the guys into giving her molly,’ Felix laughs quietly, looking at Hyunjin’s screen, and Hyunjin can’t help but laugh too. She’s one of a kind. ‘She sends her love to you guys,’ Hyunjin says, knowing he won’t even have to ask for the molly. They’ll offer it, like they always do. She’s got them all wrapped around her finger.

‘She’s cute. We should link soon,’ Chan says, handing the joint to Jisung and punching him gently when he nearly drops it. ‘Yeah, the same thing happens every time we link. We get a booth in a club, last for about ten minutes before they kick us out for doing lines, and then those two disappear to fuck and abandon the rest of us,’ Minho says drily, motioning to Hyunjin, who’s busy trying to formulate a laidback reply.

‘Tell her… only if she’s good,’ Felix says under his breath, knowing Hyunjin’s situation better than anybody else (Hyunjin’s never told him, but Felix is wise beyond his years, and very observant), and Hyunjin types up the response. Only a few seconds later do the three little dots appear, and Hyunjin imagines her in his head, lying on her bed and typing with that cute little smile on her face.

I’m always good

I love being good

for you

Hyunjin feels his blood heat up more and more with each text she sends, Felix chuckling amusedly as Hyunjin’s fingers ghost over the keyboard. He never knows what to say, never knows how to be cool and collected around her. ‘You’re on your own, bro. She’s too good at this,’ Felix murmurs, and Hyunjin nods in agreement, desperately wracking his brains for a response, ignoring the current conversation the boys are having.

Before he even begins typing, another text from her comes through, and it’s a picture. His heart speeds up as he waits for it to load, itching to see what she’s sent. He has a folder on his phone dedicated to all the pictures she’s ever sent, and he visits that folder more often than he’d ever admit. When the picture finally loads, he feels his heart stop for a second, Felix so startled that he begins choking, and Hyunjin hits him on the back, eyes still locked onto his phone.

She’s in her bedroom, the lights all off, and she’s stood in front of her mirror, her body illuminated by the flash from her phone and the city lights streaming in from her window. She’s dressed in her completely sheer Dior robe. And nothing else.

‘Fucking hell,’ Felix says when he finally gets his breath back. The boys are all distracted from their conversation, looking over at Hyunjin and Felix with curiosity. ‘What’s going on?’ Jeongin asks, and Felix and Hyunjin are both silent for a moment. ‘She sent me a picture.’ ‘Let us see!’ Changbin says instantly, all of them looking at him with disgust. ‘No, you fucking creep.’ ‘You showed Felix!’ ‘I didn’t show him.’ ‘Yeah, I looked at the screen just as the picture loaded,’ Felix says, the boys all raising their eyebrows at him. ‘What a coincidence,’ Jisung says drily, Felix beginning to defend himself.

Hyunjin quickly becomes distracted with the picture again, unable to believe how lucky he is that a vision of beauty sends him pictures like this. He still isn’t used to the feeling of having someone so… perfect trust him enough to bare herself to him. And he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to it. How do you get used to something so… extraordinary?

‘The picture must be good. He can’t look away from his phone,’ Seungmin laughs, all the boys looking over at Hyunjin again. ‘At least… describe it to us,’ Changbin says, Hyunjin shooting him another dirty look. ‘Bro, just go watch some porn or something,’ Chan says, everyone bursting into laughter as Changbin shoves Chan. ‘I don’t want details. Just the gist of it,’ Changbin says, like a dog with a bone, and Hyunjin rolls his eyes.

‘It’s a mirror picture, and she’s wearing a robe.’ ‘Oh. That’s it? Bro, you’re down bad if you’re getting horny over that,’ Jisung says, and Felix bursts into laughter, Hyunjin unable to hold back his own chuckles. ‘You guys haven’t seen it, though.’ ‘If she’s fully clothed, it can’t be that sexy,’ Minho says, and Hyunjin and Felix laugh again. ‘The robe’s see-through,’ Hyunjin admits. When it comes to her, his pride and jealousy regularly battle, and leave him torn between showing her off and keeping her to himself.

‘It’s see-through? Like totally see-through?’ Jisung asks with wide eyes, and Hyunjin nods smugly. ‘And is she wearing anything else?’ Changbin asks, Hyunjin shaking his head with a grin, the boys all looking shocked. ‘Wow, she must really trust you, to send you a picture like that,’ Chan says disbelievingly, Hyunjin feeling smugger by the second.

‘What the fuck are you waiting for? Go to her, stupid,’ Jeongin urges, Hyunjin chuckling. ‘There’s no rush. She likes the long game,’ Hyunjin replies mildly, the others all shaking their heads in disbelief. ‘You’ve got it so good,’ Seungmin says, voice laced with envy, and Hyunjin can’t help but grin in response.

aren’t you gonna tell me I look good?

did I make you hard in front of your friends, jinnie?

are they all jealous bc your girl is so hot?

I bet they wanna fuck me like you do

only you get to fuck me though, jin

I only want you

only wanna be good for you

He stays with the boys for another hour, but his mind is elsewhere completely. The texts she sends him every few minutes fry his brain, and he feels himself getting needier with each one. He needs her. So many addictions in his life, but he’d give them all up for her. Fuck Mary Jane and Molly; she’s his favourite.

I’m thinking of you, jinnie

always thinking of you

And those texts are the ones that push him over the edge. Not the ones about how much she wants him, how good his dick is, how wet she is for him, but the ones that make him think she cares.

‘I’m heading off,’ Hyunjin says, getting up from his seat, and the boys all laugh and cheer. ‘Coming back after?’ Jeongin asks, and Hyunjin shrugs. ‘Probably,’ he says, pulling his jacket on. ‘Here, bro. I’ve got her favourites,’ Changbin says, holding a little plastic packet out to Hyunjin. The boy takes it, and he wants nothing more than to crush the pills into tiny little pieces. But he puts them in his pocket instead, their weight on his heart like bricks.

Hyunjin doesn’t waste any more time, driving like a madman to her apartment in the city centre, praying he doesn’t get a ticket but knowing that it’s worth it for her. He has a pass for her apartment block’s car park, and thankfully his usual space, the one beside her space, is empty. She has Hyunjin to drive her around most of the time, so her barely driven black Audi A5 with its D&G interior is in pristine condition. Hyunjin has a keycard to get into her apartment and he taps his foot impatiently as he scans it, the lift slowly moving upwards. He practically leaps through the doors when they open, stepping straight into her living room.

The lights are off, allowing a clear view through the floor to ceiling windows that look out over the city, but Hyunjin doesn’t care about that view. The view on his mind isn’t in here, and he exerts the last of his self-control as he heads towards her bedroom. When he reaches the open door of her room and she comes into his eyeline, his breath catches in his throat. She’s sat on her windowsill, looking out over the skyline with a wineglass in her hand, and he knows it isn’t wine that she’s drinking. It’s never something as weak as wine.

She looks like an angel, face serene and thrown into dim light from the city, and she’s not wearing the robe anymore. She’s in underwear, just a plain black Agent Provocateur set, but she looks like the most beautiful girl in the world to him. Practically everything in her room is Louis V, but she’s worth more than it all. He walks towards her slowly, and she knows he’s there but doesn’t look over at him. As he gets closer, he sees the black lines of mascara across her cheeks, her eyes red and swollen, and he isn’t sure whether it’s because she’s higher than a kite, or she’s lower than she’s ever been before.

‘Are you high?’ he asks her softly, and she lets out a gentle laugh. ‘No.’ ‘So you’ve been crying?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘You gonna tell me why?’ ‘No,’ she replies, voice like silk, and Hyunjin lets out a gentle sigh. ‘You can’t keep it all bottled up.’ ‘I can, and I will. I wanted you to come here to fuck me, not to be my therapist,’ she says tiredly, Hyunjin silent.

‘Did you bring my molly?’ she asks, and he just stares at her, waiting for her to look back at him. To actually look at him for once. ‘Hyunjin?’ Silence continues to fill the room, and after what feels like an eternity, she looks at him, her eyes shining with tears. ‘No.’ ‘You didn’t?’ ‘No. I brought you enough for a week on Tuesday. It’s Friday today.’ ‘I know what day it is. My health isn’t your problem.’ ‘I know it isn’t. But you should still have some left.’ ‘That’s not your concern. If I ask you to bring me something, you should bring it.’ ‘Stop being a fucking brat.’ ‘Stop being a fucking dick.’

He wants to scream at her, grab the glass from her hand and smash it against the wall, flush the pills in his pocket down the toilet. But he doesn’t. He just stands there, staring at her, and she stares back at him.

‘When was the last time you were sober?’ ‘For fuck’s sake, Jin, I can’t-’ ‘Answer the fucking question,’ he says angrily, and she flinches at his tone. ‘I… I’m sober now.’ ‘You’ve been drinking. When was the last time you were properly sober – no drugs or drink?’ She’s completely silent, and Hyunjin remains silent too, waiting for her response.

‘On Wednesday.’ ‘I’m not fucking stupid, stop lying to me.’ ‘I’m not lying!’ ‘I swear to God, I’m walking out of here if you don’t tell me the truth.’ ‘Then leave.’ ‘Don’t tell me to leave when that’s the last thing you want,’ he murmurs, and she just stares at him, eyes shining with tears.

‘Last week.’ ‘Stop lying!’ ‘I don’t fucking know, Jin! Maybe last week, maybe last month, maybe last year, maybe longer! I can’t fucking remember! I can’t even fucking see straight most days! You think I can remember when I was last sober? I’m never fucking sober!’ she screams, her voice shattering the silence, and Hyunjin feels his heart ache at the tears spilling down her face.

‘You’re slowly killing yourself.’ ‘You think I don’t know that? I’m not a fucking idiot, Jin! I haven’t got any delusions about my health!’ ‘If you know you’re dying, why don’t you stop?’ ‘You’re not an idiot either. You don’t need me to explain that to you,’ she says tiredly, as though all of her energy has suddenly flooded away.

Hyunjin’s eyes fill with tears at the realisation. She’s doing it on purpose because she wants to die.

‘Why? ‘What?’ ‘Why do you want to die?’ he asks softly, and she laughs humourlessly. ‘I told you; I don’t want a therapy session. That’s not why you’re here.’ ‘You’re insane if you think I’m gonna fuck you now,’ he says, the girl just staring at him.

‘This isn’t a film, Hyunjin, or a book. I’m not gonna magically decide to open up to you and cry on your shoulder and you hold me whilst I sleep and then you take me to DAA tomorrow and help me get sober. That’s not how this works. That’s not who I am, or who you are. You fuck me, or you leave.’ ‘I’m not gonna fuck you when you’re like this. I’m not a fucking monster,’ Hyunjin says harshly. ‘I might have to disagree with that,’ she murmurs before taking a sip from her drink.

‘You’ve had enough for tonight,’ Hyunjin says, the girl raising an eyebrow at him as she continues to drink. ‘I said that that’s enough,’ he spits angrily, and she flinches again, taking the glass from her lips a moment later. He holds out a hand to take it, and she hesitates before handing it to him, Hyunjin celebrating internally. It’s a step forward. It might be a small one, but it’s something.

He puts the glass down on her bedside table before taking a seat beside her on the windowsill. ‘You can leave.’ ‘I know,’ he says softly, and she doesn’t reply, looking back out over the city with tears streaming down her face. They sit in silence, looking at two different views, and Hyunjin feels like he could live in this moment. Her walls are up, but she’s letting him in, even if it is just for a little while.

‘You should go.’ ‘No.’ ‘Hyunjin-’ ‘I’m not leaving.’ ‘But why?’ she whispers, so much loneliness in her voice that his heart drops. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Why are you staying? We’re not having sex, and we’re not in a relationship. You don’t have any obligations to stay,’ she murmurs, lips quivering as she speaks. ‘I know I don’t have any obligations, but I won’t leave you – not while you’re like this.’

They fall into silence again and it’s so heavy, weighing down both of their hearts. ‘No one ever stays,’ she says miserably, and he tilts his head questioningly. ‘My ex-boyfriends always left. My friends always leave. You always leave. My dad even left. So why are you staying now?’ she asks, and he’s devastated at her words. This is more than she’s ever told him, and he never expected to hear that this is her trauma. She’s got daddy issues, and that’s why she is the way she is. She’s a drug addict, an alcoholic, ridden with mental health illness, all because of her dad.

‘I’m all you have left, other than drugs and money.’ ‘That’s all I need.’ ‘If you’ve got what you need, why do you wanna die?’ ‘It’s all I need to survive. Not to live.’ ‘Don’t you want to live?’ ‘Of course I do. But not like this, not… haunted. Not weighed down. Not numb and empty, all the fucking time. I can’t escape. It’s all I am… when I’m sober. If I stay drunk, and high, I can forget it all. The second I start coming down, it all comes back, and it hurts so much. I just wanna feel… not even happy. Just… alive. For once. Without the help of alcohol and drugs and designer clothes. But they fill the emptiness inside me like nothing else does.’ ‘There’s so much more to life. Love, friendship, memories, nature, achievements.’ ‘I know, but my brain doesn’t work in that way. I could be… stood on top of the world, and I’d still feel like I want to die.’ ‘Let me help you,’ he replies, and she laughs.

‘You do help me. You help me fill the void my dad left behind. You’re an asshole. You might call me a good girl and praise me and baby me and treat me like a princess sometimes, but you’re emotionally unavailable, and you shout at me and get angry with me, and you’re never here when it matters which is good because I’d get attached if you were, and you’re horrible to me when we fuck, and you make me feel like I’m not good enough for you when you text other girls in front of me and check out every girl that passes us when we’re on a night out, and you never respond to the nudes I send you which makes me feel like I’m fucking ugly, but that’s okay because you’ll come and fuck me and I feel the validation that I need, and you never stay the night which makes me feel like you only ever want me for sex, but it’s okay because at least you like me enough to fuck me in the first place. You told me once that you won’t call me yours, but it’s okay because I’d rather my body be yours than none of me at all.’

She’s sobbing by the time she finishes speaking, struggling to breathe properly, and Hyunjin’s frozen in shock. He’s an asshole? No. He’s a guy who’s in love with her and doesn’t want her to know it, because she’s always told him that she doesn’t want his love, she wants his dick and his drugs. But maybe if he’d ignored her wishes, and openly loved her, she wouldn’t be so fucked up. She wouldn’t crave his worthless validation. She wouldn’t be so lonely that she wants to die.

‘But I’m-’ ‘No. Don’t you dare deny it and say some stupid fucking shit to try and manipulate me into thinking you care. You don’t have to. I know you couldn’t give a shit about me, and I’ve known for so long, and it doesn’t matter,’ she says, furiously wiping away her tears, and Hyunjin shakes his head, taking her trembling hands into his. ‘No, you don’t understand. I’m only like this because you pushed me away. We were so good at first, I used to openly adore you, but you pushed me away and told me that you didn’t want that from me.’ ‘Yeah, because I’m fucked up! I turned you into an asshole, and then fell in love with you! More fool fucking me! Can you just leave now?’ she asks, pulling her hands from his and looking away. His heart sings at her confession that she does love him, that this isn’t one-sided, but it quickly quietens when he sees the look on her face.

‘I’m literally trying to tell you that I’m in love with you too. I want to be with you, and do the things we’ve never done. Restaurant dates, and staying the night and laying with you, and shopping trips that don’t end up with us fucking in the Chanel back room – not that I’m complaining about that, obviously. But I just want to be with you. We could be so good together – just give us a chance. Things don’t have to be this way.’ ‘They are.’ ‘But they don’t have to be! Just give me a day. A day to be more than your dick appointment and your dealer. All I need is one day with you, and I can make the pain better.’

‘No, Hyunjin. Just go,’ she says quietly, the tears gone and her voice calm. She’s shutting herself off again, pushing him back out, and it makes him panic. ‘Don’t do this. This is your chance to be happy, for us to be happy together.’ ‘No. Leave, like you always do,’ she murmurs, and he can see the city lights reflected in her eyes, the galaxy held between her lashes.

‘I only left because you wanted me to.’ ‘I still want you to.’ ‘But you love me.’ ‘They don’t cancel each other out.’ ‘That doesn’t-’ ‘Make any sense? I know. I don’t make any sense. I want love, but I’m scared of it. I hate my dad for abandoning me, but I only ever want guys that abandon me so if you stay, I’ll fall out of love with you, or I’ll push you away like I did when we first started fucking so that I can carry on loving you. I was never treated right, but I only ever want guys that treat me badly, so if you treat me right, I’ll get bored of you. I never got love from my dad, so I’ve been running from it my whole life, and that isn’t gonna change. I’ve driven myself insane for years, trying so hard to understand why I’m like this, but I am, and you should just accept that instead of trying work me out.’

Hyunjin just blinks, trying to process her words. Where does he win? The only way he can have her is carrying on being the asshole he’s been for the past few years, but there’s only so long he can keep that up when he’s falling more and more in love with her by the day. But if he openly loves her, she won’t want him anymore. Hyunjin makes a vow that if, by chance, he ever encounters her dad, he’s gonna beat the shit out of him. And he also makes a vow that he’s gonna help her, get her to therapy or DAA, because there’s no other way he can see a positive outcome.

‘You should just leave.’ ‘How can I leave you like this?’ ‘Because I can’t love you if you stay. I don’t love people who stay, and I never have. So… go. Please,’ she says, no emotion, no nothing in her voice, or on her face. She looks like one of those ancient marble statues, passive and cold but beautiful. And Hyunjin knows that he doesn’t want to live a life without her in it, so he does the only thing he can tonight, the only thing that won’t push her away.

‘Fine. I’ll fucking leave, since you keep fucking telling me to,’ he says harshly, the girl flinching at the suddenness of him pushing himself off the windowsill, feet landing heavily on the floor. ‘Came here to fuck you, and you’re fucking crying instead. You’re such a fucking mess. I should have brought your fucking molly. At least you keep your fucking mouth shut when you’re rolling. Never tell me to come over if you’re in your feels again, ‘cause I don’t wanna sit here and listen to you whine about your shitty dad,’ he mutters angrily, loathing himself for the words he’s using against her, the kind of words he’s subjected her to for so long, the words that made her fall in love with him.

Despite his brain screaming at him to not look back before leaving, he does it anyway, and when he sees her reaching for her glass again, eyes filled with tears and lips curled up into a sad smile, he feels his heart break into a million little pieces. He should knock the glass out of her hand. He should tell her how much he loves her, and how he’s not gonna give up on them. He should force her to get into his car, take her to rehab, and tell her that he won’t stand by and watch her slowly kill herself. But he squares his shoulders, ignoring the clink of her glass against her Cartier rings, and leaves her bedroom with the weight of the world on his shoulders and her face in his mind.

[il0veyoujk]

New house, new roomies

Final Chap.

This is a tickle related series, so if you are not interested in that type of content, I’d suggest ya to find another ff to read, thank you :)

Mini series based on a request from an anon and one  of my ff Self-Esteem (I think you should better read it firstly so you can understand more what’s going on)

Summary: Nefeli (14) has just moved in with the boys and Jimin, but she is still not comfortable around them, so each one spends a day with her in order to get her to open up and to know each other more.

Warnings: None

Notes: None

This is a tickle related ff, if you are not interested in it, please keep scrolling

Lots of love Nef 💕

“But I am your favorite, right?”

“I don’t know Yoongi! I love you all”

“Yeah but you must have a favorite one”

“Nahhh”

The boys and Nef were sitting in the living room, chilling on their phones and chitchatting. All the rest of the week was really fun for all of them and they had all enjoyed it really much.

However, unlucky her, Tae decided to say that he is her favorite and now they are all interrogating her and are trying to get her to admit who’s her favorite.

“It’s me right? You just don’t want to admit it” Jungkook threw his arm around Nefeli’s shoulder, pulling her closer to him.

“Nah, of course, it’s me. Remember how much fun we had when we were dancing Nef?” Hoseok smiled innocently at her, not to mention the tickle torture the girl had been into that day. Which of course made her roll her eyes playfully and stick her tongue out at him.

“Yeah, you wish. I am her favorite and we can all see that. Look who she is leaning on!” Taehyung pointed at her leaning more onto him as soon as Jungkook let her go.

“I bet it’s me. Everyone loves me! I am adorable after all” Jin did his famous flying kiss motion to Nefeli, only getting some giggles in response.

“Jin... You are almost 30... I am 14... You are not adorable for me...” Nefeli rolled her eyes again, grabbing her phone and opening TikTok to scroll through it.

The oldest lad put his hand on his heart and fell on the armchair next to Yoongi’s, gasping overdramatically “I have been betrayed by the youngest one...” while everyone else laughed at him and Yoongi threw a pillow at him. “Hey!”

“Stop being a drama queen!” Yoongi made himself comfortable on the other side of the couch, next to Jungkook as he leaned back.

“Guys, let the poor little one alone” Namjoon scolded the boys, not taking his eyes from the book he was reading in front of him.

"Thank you Namjoon” Nefeli smiled, still scrolling down her phone.

“We all know I am her favorite. I helped her overcome her fear of mathematics” he raised his vision and winked before he returned to his book, leaving a grinning Nefeli in front of him.

Oh, she remembers that lesson pretty well...

“Now now guys, why do you keep trying? Of course, it’s me! I know her ever since she was born, and we have been living together almost her whole life!” Jimin exclaimed, smirking widely as everyone groaned in frustration, along with Nefeli.

“Guys, please! I don’t have a favorite one! Can we please change the topic?” Nefeli groaned and shook her head, covering her ears as soon as a chorus of ‘no’s echoed the whole house.

“Come on girl! Tell us!” Tae poked her side, earning a squeal from her.

A squeal that brought a smirk to everyone’s face.

“Well... Y’know we have our ways to get ya to admit something...” Yoongi’s voice came out teasingly, as he pointed a single finger at Nefeli, making her flinch and giggle.

She knew what was coming and yet she chose to ignore it. She wasn’t gonna give them the satisfaction they wanted anytime soon with just a poke. Plus, as everyone knows, Nef is known for being stubborn... “I don’t have anything to admit!”

The boys shared a knowing look, while wide smirks were forming on their faces as a knot formed in Nefeli’s stomach. Those smirks would be the death of her one day...

“Are you sure...?” Jungkook started wiggling his fingers next to her, wiggling his eyebrows too in a mischievous way.

Nefeli felt a blush rising inside her and giggled being stuck in her throat as he watched Jungkook’s fingers coming closer to her and everyone’s smirks growing wider.

In a flash of light, the young girl had thrown away her phone and had jumped like a rabbit off the couch, running for her life away from him, while some giggles were escaping her.

“Get her!” Hoseok yelled, running behind the giggly girl, the rest of the boys following close behind.

Soon, the whole house was filled with loud snickering, and choruses of ‘come here’ or ‘you cannot escape’ were echoing in every room. Their footsteps were annoying everyone in their block of flats and their giggles were loud enough to brighten someone’s day.

Nef was running all around the house, dodging the boys’ hands and walking on pillows or jumping on couches to avoid them. As we can all understand she wasn’t running as fast as she could, due to the giggles which were running out of her mouth like a waterfall. Which of course only led to one thing. Almost getting caught way too many times. But almost.

However, when the girl was turning a corner, she understood that she was circled by all of them in her own room.

“Nowhere to go, little one?” Yoongi grinned widely, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly. Yoongi was the only one who could look so mischievous even by only staring at someone and make them have butterflies. And oh he was giving Nef serious pretty intense ones...

Before she could even respond tho, two arms were tightly wrapped around her waist, carrying her to her bed. Nefeli squealed loudly out of surprise while she was squirming around in the air, trying to escape, but whoever’s grip was too strong for her.

“What’s happening? Why are you giggling so much Nef? We haven’t even touched you yet!” the boy whispered in her neck, making her giggle loudly and feel shivers down her spine. Namjoon.

The young lad laid her on her bed and pinned her arms above her head with no difficulty at all and sat on them fastly, smirking widely down at her. Jin and Jungkook spread Nef’s legs and put each of her feet on their laps, while Yoongi sat on her hips. Hoseok and Jimin sat next to each side of hers, and Taehyung in between her spread legs, all seven of them smirking from ear to ear mischievously.

“Uhuhuhum” Nefeli couldn’t hold in her giggles, while she was trying to pull her arms down, curling and uncurling her toes. She was feeling her feet already tingling and shivers were running down her spine as the light breeze which was coming from the slightly open window above her head was brushing her exposed spots “Ihihis it a bad tihihihime to choose one?”

The boys exchanged knowing looks, as their smirks grew wider “There is no comeback, princess. It’s gonna happen” Taehyung wiggled his fingers, making her blush and giggle louder.

“Yeah, too late for apologizes!” Jungkook ghosted his fingers above her sole, grinning in amusements as Nefeli’s giggles turned hysterical without even being touched. Jungkook’s fingers were sending a wave of tingles all over Nef’s torso, while she was giggling her heart off, grinning from ear to ear.

“Aw, he is barely touching you and you are already giggling! What happens if we really tickle you?” Hoseok poked her side, earning a loud squeal and more snickering from the young girl, knowing he had hit a pretty sensitive spot of hers.

“I guess it’s time to find out, don’t you think, angel?” Namjoon was tracing his fingers from her elbows to the middle of her armpits, while he was grinning wider than before. Never slower, never faster. Only with the needed speed to make her giggle and melt on the mattress, driving her crazy.

“P-Pleahahahase nahahahahao!” Nefeli giggled out, trying to shot her arms down, but she could obviously do nothing. She was only able to lay there and take it.

“Please not what?” Jin and Yoongi asked at the same time, wearing the same mischievous smirk.

“Tihihihickles!” she yelled in between her giggles, immediately regretting it as soon as 70 devilish fingers attacked her torso with merciless tickling.

“As you wish!” all boys cheered before they dived in and started tickling the poor girl with no mercy at all.

“BWAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAO!” Nefeli shrieked in surprise and fell in loud belly laughter, kicking her legs and thrashing around as much as she could. However, having alive restrain is not the best thing that can happen to you when you are being tickled, right?

“Aw, you are so ticklish you cannot even stand 2 secs of tickling! Adoooorable!” Hoseok squealed in delight while his fingers kept squeezing her side. His thumb and index finger had made his hand look like he was a crab, and its feeling was setting Nef’s nerves on fire.

“I AHAHAHAHAM NAHAHAHAOT AHAHAHA!” the young girl cried in between her laughter, not really thinking about it before doing it. And of course, forgetting what had happened this whole week... Or that Jimin had been living with her almost his whole life and knew completely well the truth.

Which he obviously took advantage of to tease her.

“Really? Because I remember otherwise!” Jimin held on her arm before he scribbled in between her ribs.

Nefeli screamed in laughter as she was trying to roll away. Only for her to push herself more onto Hoseok who just kept squeezing her faster and faster. At that point wherever she would move her torso, it was useless. She would get it from every corner.

“Y’know I feel like you wore that crop top on purpose...” Yoongi raised her shirt high enough to only expose her tummy, sides, and ribs and not something else, before he started spidering all over her belly and another side.

Nef’s loud snickering was filling the whole room and probably the whole place from how much it tickled at this point “NAHAHAHAO I DIDN’T AHAHAHA! PLEAHAHAHASE NAHAHAHO AHAHAHA!” she cried in between her laughter, probably annoying all their neighbors.

“Now now, no reason to be so loud, Nef. We are not killing you!” said Tae who was currently wiggling his fingers behind her knees, a spot no one was supposed to know. How he found out about is still a mystery. But oh well. He is still making the poor girl scream in laughter and kicks her knees up and down nonstop.

Have we ever mentioned how bad teasing affects Nef? Because it really does! Every time someone is teasing her, it feels like tiny bugs are running up and down her sides and like her head will explode from how much she is blushing.

“I’LL GET Y’AHAHAHAHAHALL BAHAHAHACK AHAHAHAHAHA!” Nefeli was laughing so hard that it was doubtful she had ever laughed so hard before. It tickled so much that she thought she would lose her mind!

“You are in no position to make any threats, little one!” Jungkook, who was spidering her barefoot, suddenly pulled her toes back and started scribbling furiously, yet softly her poor, hypersensitive sole, while his bunny smirk was shown.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t say that with the position you’re in either...” Jin on the other hand was playing with her toes like piano, occasionally scratching their base “You remember how this song was going? Na-na-na-na-naaaa” Jin was playing with her toes, teasing her in a sing-song voice and trying to hit a higher octave by each ‘na’.

Nef let out an ear-piercing shriek while she was thrashing around furiously as soon as Jin touched her toes. She immediately felt like a wave of ticklish electricity had hit her body “NAHAHAHAHAO PLEAHAHAHAHASE I’M SAHAHAHAHAHAORRY AHAHAHAHA!”

All the boys let out cute chuckles and kept going with their assaults. Namjoon was wiggling his fingers on her armpits and occasionally blowing in her neck, making the young girl melt but at the same time explode in loud laughter. Hoseok and Jimin had each one took each side of her rib case and one side, poking and scribbling them fastly. Yoongi was shaking all his five fingertips in the middle of her tummy while his other hand was mercilessly squeezing her hypersensitive waist. On the other hand, Tae had chosen to lightly wiggle his fingers behind her knees, making Nef go crazy. Who knew soft tickles can be so bad for her? And for the big finish, Jungkook and Jin were torturing her poor, hypersensitive feet, sending her in fits of pure hysterics.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GAHAHAHAHAOD AHAHAHAHAHA! PLEAHAHAHAHASE AHAHAHAHAHA!” Nefeli’s loud screams were probably annoying everyone in the block of flats while the smirks were tattooed on the boys’ faces.

“Oh my god, those ribs look so tasty, lemme try them! Nomnomnom!” Jimin out of nowhere started nibbling her, thanks to Yoongi, exposed ribs. And Nef was immediately thrown in serious hysterics.

“Oh oh oh oh, lemme try them too!” Hoseok exclaimed and copied Jimin’s action, making the poor girl shriek in hysterical laughter.

“NONONOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEAHAHAHAHAHASE AHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHO AHAHAHAHAHA!” Nefeli was thrashing around so much that she almost set herself free at least three times. However, every time Namjoon would manage to pin her down once again.

“It’s so cute how you haven’t said stop this whole time!” Jin giggled along with her before he bent down and kiss all over her sole. Nefeli at this point was feeling like she was gonna lose her mind. It tickled so much!

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHA JIAHAHAHAHAHAN PLEAHAHAHAHASE NAHAHAHAHAO AHAHAHAHA! YOU AHAHAHAHARE MEAHAHAHAHAN AHAHAHAHA!” she cried in between her hysterics, curling her toes tightly and arching her back. What did she get in response? A loud chuckle from Jin and more yet faster kisses.

“Oh no that’s not mean. Y’know what’s mean? This!” Yoongi quickly put his hands under her waist, raising her more so that her tummy was fully exposed. Then out of nowhere, he dived in and kept blowing long, unstoppable raspberries on her tummy, occasionally shaking his head in it to make the feeling way worse.

“YOONGAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Nefeli was trying to shot her back down on the mattress again, but Yoongi’s hands were preventing her from. And as if the berries weren’t already enough, Yoongi was softly digging in her lower back, a truly sensitive spot of hers.

“Aw, coochie coochie coo, angel!” Taehyung giggled while he kept softly stroking behind her knees with his fingertips. This made every hair on her body straight while sending a truly ticklish shiver down Nef’s spine.

“I can do this all day!” Jungkook kept scribbling all over her sole and toes, not really showing mercy.

“PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHASE NAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT AHAHAHAHAHA!” Nefeli screamed, shaking her head side to side while Namjoon was blowing raspberries in her neck and scratching her bare armpits.

“Aw Neffie you are so ticklish!” Namjoon whispered in her neck, making tingles run all over her torso.

At this point, Nef’s body was feeling like it was on fire. Her stomach and lungs were burning while her mouth was aching. She was losing her mind slowly while she had fallen into silent laughter. Her whole face was red while she was shaking and her messy hair was even messier.

“Aw okay okay let’s give her a break” Jimin said, knowing the position Nefeli currently was in pretty well.

Immediately everyone pulled aside and let her breathe. Nef instantly curled up, panting while some leftover giggles were leaving her. Taehyung pulled her and cuddled her closely, rubbing her lower back to help her calm down.

“Are you alright, sweets?” Hoseok asked her sweetly, stroking her cheekbones. Nefeli nodded lightly and snuggled closer to Tae.

“So, who’s your favorite?” Jungkook was staring at her with big eyes, waiting for her answer. His cute eyes had gone wide while his lips had formed in an adorable, physical pout, waiting for an answer.

The young girl took a glance at the whole room and smiled widely “I love everyone equally and I mean that” she admitted, making everyone smile widely. Hoseok and Jin even blew her a kiss, making her giggle.

Every boy had made her feel special this week. They had made her feel like she was home. Taught her how to love herself. Taught her how to be herself and not to be ashamed of who she is. And she had made her feel like she was special for them.

Jimin would always have a special place in her heart. And maybe she loved him a little more than everyone else, everyone was special for her.

A comfortable silence filled the room, while everyone was comfortable on the bed, or on the floor, not doing anything at all.

“Sooo who’s ready for round 2?” Yoongi smirked widely, every boy copying his expression.

In a matter of a second Nefeli had speeded out of the room, with everyone hot on her heels, trying to avoid their fingers.

And lemme tell you their days from now on were filled with those moments. Funny and cute ones. Memorable moments and adorable experiences. Filled with affection and giggles. Both from the boys towards Nef and Nef towards the boys.

They were like a family.

[fredweesleyismyslut]

Class Has Started - Weasley Twins x reader smut

A/N:  Sorry it took me so long to get to this.  I finally finished my exams for summer classes and actually did quite decent so yayyy!!  Anyways, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it while singing along to BTS and jpop songs at the top of my lungs haha.  Bye!!!

You were left to go to Hogwarts alone, well you still had your friends, but your boyfriends had gone.  During Umbridge’s tyranny, they had a grand exit which you along with the other students celebrated.  The look on Umbridge’s face, you wish you had your camera with you right then, the utter horror of what the twins had done left her stunned. Well, for a good minute before she started yelling at everyone again.  Now it was your last year and Umbridge was gone, everything was back to normal, as normal as it could be the looming knowledge that he-who-must-not-be-named was coming back.  The twins had opened up the joke shop that they had always dreamed of and it was very popular, you were incredibly proud of them, the loves of your life.  You were shopping for your new items along with Ginny, whom you had gotten incredibly close to since you spent most of the summer at the Weasley’s.  You saw her give Harry a quick glance as you whispered in her ear, “Keep staring and his hair might catch on fire.”  Face reddening the color of her hair, she slapped your arm softly, as you chuckled.  You walked into the joke shop, watching as items buzzed around, children running around to buy things.  A finger poked your shoulder, thinking it was one of the twins you turned, smiling brightly.  Instead, you were met with a face you were vaguely familiar with, a Ravenclaw boy you had classes with the year before, his name was...Jack...no Jeff?  Well, Jack/Jeff or whatever, smiled brightly as he gave you a very obvious once over, focusing on your chest.  Rolling your eyes softly you politely asked, “Can I help you with something?”  He nodded before answering, “I was wondering….Well, maybe you’d like to go out sometime….maybe tomorrow?”  Scoffing slightly, you replied, “Sorry, I’m going out with my friend tomorrow.”  you replied, motioning towards Ginny.  His face darkened slightly, “I’m sure you’d have a lot more fun with me than those Weasleys.  I mean, what can they give you...hand me down towels?”  You scowled softly, before putting on a smile as sweet as you could, “Well, I’m sure I will have an infinite amount more fun with her than you.  I mean, heck I’d have even more fun with a slug than you.”  You gave a quick once over, as you continued, “And since I’m not in the act of giving out charity, I’ll kindly decline hanging out with you before I kindly put my fist in your face.”  Grabbing his chin you whispered, “Talk shit about my friends again and I promise I won’t be so nice next time.  Now run along.”  He scowled, “Whatever, you’re not that hot anyways.  Little too round for me”  

Rolling your eyes you ignored the comment and walked off before quickly bumping into two broad chests.  “Hey beautiful.” a voice said as an arm draped around your waist, you looked up see your favorite Weasleys, who were both sporting frowns.  Fred continued, “We were about to butt in but you handled that very nicely, sweetheart.”  You blushed softly, “Well, I can’t always depend on you two...especially since you won’t be-”  George cut in, “You know we’ll be around, y/n especially if dickwads like that wanna hang around you.  But we really are genuinely sorry for doing that without telling you, we just didn’t want to drag you into it.”  He offered a soft smile as his finger traced your jaw, “We know how much finishing school means to you, and we would never want to drag you down with us, bunny.”  Looking up into his eyes, you motioned around the place, “I think you guys made an upgrade if I say so, should’ve dragged me in, I could’ve been your receptionist or something.”  They both chuckled as Fred considered thoughtfully, “Hmmmm...I mean if it’s an opportunity to see you in a sexy pencil skirt-”  You elbowed Fred’s stomach, “In your dreams, Weasley”, lowering your voice to a whisper, “And if you wanted to see me in a pencil skirt all you have to do is ask, we could do some teacher-student…”  A red-faced Ron cleared his throat cutting you off, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear any of that.  I might have to bleach my ears out later though, thanks y/n.”  The three of you collectively looked at each other as you laughed, as Fred said, “What’d you want, Ron?”  “How much for this?” he said holding something up, “Five galleons.”  the twins replied in unison.  “But I’m your brother.”  They both looked at each other before replying, “Ten galleons.”  You chuckled softly, as Ron scoffed before walking away.  “You two mess with him too much.  Oh, since we’re talking about Ron, I was going to take Ron and Ginny out for a little dessert date later.  Ginny wanted to try out that new shop down the street.”  The twins nodded as they smiled down at you, “That’d be nice.”  George replied, “It’s nice that you get along with them.  You know I’m pretty sure Ginny loves you more than us.”  You chuckled as Fred added, “Our own mother even had the audacity to say she wished you were her daughter instead of having us two.  I mean who would want to replace our genius minds.”  Laughing you replied, “I think the two of your IQs added together is less than 100, boy genius.”  Fred rolled his eyes as he stuck his tongue out at you, tipping onto your toes you licked his tongue.  A look of surprise crossed his face, “You violated me” he said, dramatically grasping his heart.  Sticking your tongue out, “Don’t put your tongue out then.  Anyways, see you two later, I have to finish up shopping.”  They nodded and before walking to find Ginny you walked back, kissing both their cheeks, “And congratulations on the shop.  I’m so proud, honestly...and if you two are good I have a surprise waiting tonight.”  Finishing with a wink, you found Ginny and walked out of the shop, continuing your journey to find school supplies.  

Later that evening, you had an owl fly by the joke shop with a letter, “Come over to my place for your present.”  Sweet and to the point, you lived near the Weasleys and your parents were gone for the night.  Once the sun had gone down you heard a doorbell ringing.  The twins had arrived at your door, George holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.  “For me?!”  you asked, dramatically placing your hand on your forehead, “Thank you, but we’re celebrating you two.  Okay, so don’t upstage me in my present.”  Fred chuckled as he kissed your forehead, “I smell something delicious.”  Motioning to the kitchen, you smiled, “I made a cake, to celebrate.”  They practically drooled as they filed in, “We were starving, thank you, y/n.  I didn’t think it was possible to love you anymore but apparently it is.”  George nodded along, as he sat in the dining room.  As they were eating cake you excused yourself to the bathroom, pulling out a pencil skirt, tights, and tight button-up blouse, along with a fake pair of glasses.  Grabbing a pointer stick you slowly walked down the stairs you dramatically stopped at the front of the dining table, raising on leg up on a chair.  “Time for class to start.”  The twins’ jaws were dropping as they took you in before Fred stuttered out, “Y-Y/n.”  Softly tapping him with the stick you smiled, “It’s Miss.Y/n to you.  Finish your cake and we can really get this party started.”  You didn’t think it was possible for someone to shove a whole piece of cake in their mouth but the twins managed it as they gulped it down.  Fred jumped up from his seat as he threw you over his shoulder as he shushed your protests of being to heavy for him to carry, “What do you mean, you’re light as a feather.  You sure you’re eating?”  he continued, “You know you can’t do this to me, baby.  I can’t handle myself when you look like this.”  George followed in pursuit as you giggled.  

Fred practically threw you down on the bed before quickly going to remove your tights, ripping them off.  George settled behind you, hands skillfully unbuttoning your blouse, slowly letting it fall off your shoulders.  George ran his hands down your arms, shivers going down your spine as goosebumps arose.  He huskily whispered in your ear, “We should punish you for trying to be a tease.  I’ve been thinking about you all day.”  His hands ran down your chest before stopped beneath the curve of your breasts as his lips pressed kisses down your neck, biting and sucking.  Fred, on the other hand, was driving you crazy as his hands wandered up your legs, pressing kisses on the inside of your thighs, biting at the soft flesh.  A moan left your lips involuntarily, as Fred’s two fingers pressed against your core, as he pushed the material of your underwear aside.  “We haven’t even started and you’re already this wet, kitten.”  “Stop teasing…” you muttered out to both of them.  George whined softly, “Isn’t this our present?  We just want to enjoy it as long as we can.”  A short guttural whine arose as Fred continued to bite your thighs, fingers pinching your clit before pulling his hand away.  “Don’t be so impatient, y/n.  Good things come for those who wait.”  You whined even louder, needing to feel some sort of friction.  Chuckling he pushed the skirt up, “Do you see how hard you’ve got me?” he questioned.  You looked, his cock was practically begging to be let out from his pants.  You leaned forward, palming him through his pants, before unbuttoning them, swiftly pulling them down along with his briefs as you gulped greedily.  Wetting your lips, you pressed your lips around the tip of his cock, tasting the precum, as you took it whole.  Suppressing a gag as it hit the back of your throat you relaxed, breathing through your nose as Fred praised you,  “Good girl, taking my cock like that.”  You continued bobbing your head on his cock letting it hit the back of your throat as you felt George’s hand slide up your legs.  His fingers rubbed your sensitive clit as you moaned.  Feeling the wetness drip down your legs at George’s attention to your clit made your nerves flare up with sensitivity.  “So, wet for me,” he whispered in your ear, as you felt George’s cock press against your core before sliding in.  His hips thrust forcefully, as you almost lost balance.  The sound of skin smacking skin filled the room as George’s hips met the curve of your ass, as one of his slapped down.  Fred’s cock twitched in your mouth as he reached his high, licking up the side with shorter strokes you finished with taking him whole again and breathing through your nose, letting his hands take your hair as his hips thrust forward.  Fred’s breath hitched as he rode out his high, thick cum filling your mouth as he pulled out.  His finger cleaned away some that slipped from your lips as he smiled, “You took me so well, y/n.”  George’s thrusts seemed to get sloppier as his fingers reached around to give more attention to your already sensitive clit from all his attention earlier.  Moaning filled the room further as your walls squeezed around George’s cock as you felt a feeling of euphoria wash over, head slumping on the bed as you tried to catch your breath.  George thrust a few more times before stopping as you milked his cum out, as he gave a last couple sloppy thrusts before pulling out.  Cum slipped down your thighs along with the empty feeling as you both caught your breath.  George leaned forward pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Thank you for everything today, my love.”  Fred returned from the bathroom which he had retired to take a shower after finishing earlier, “Thank you, sweetheart.”  He ran a cloth over you, cleaning you off as he threw a second one at George, “I’m not cleaning you off, mate.”  “Didn’t ask you to.” George replied, with a hint of humor in his voice.  Fred leaned down, pushing hair away from your face and pressing kisses all over.  You laid down on the bed as George and Fred climbed in on either side, “Love you guys…”  Your eyes fluttered softly as you tried to stay awake, as you heard a reply in unison, “We love you too, y/n.”  Then, you heard the soft banter of the two redheads arguing over who was taking too much of the blanket before you shut your eyes soft smile on your lips, wondering how you got so lucky.

[ffakc]

The Boys of Fall - a Jeffrey Dean Morgan fanfiction

I based this off a dream I had where Jeff and my dad were watching football together. I was being super flirty the whole time while Jeff just wanted to watch the game 😂

The Chicago Bears versus the Seattle Seahawks. Tim versus Jeff. My loving dad versus my loving husband. I prepared a feast of game day snacks for my guys and picked up their favorite brews. Today was going to be intense, to say the least.

I build a plate of food and head to the living room. The game was well underway. Jeff taps his knee with a smile and I sit on his lap.

“Here, try this,” I run my fingers through Jeff’s graying hair and kiss him. I hold a chip with hot spinach dip up to his mouth. He takes a large bite.

“Oh my,” he rolls his eyes back, “Did you make this?” he takes a sip of ice cold beer. I gesture to my mom. “Ma, you’ve really outdone yourself!”

“Thanks, Jeff!” my mom smiles. My husband looks over his array of snacks, trying to decide what to sample next.

“I’m 24 years old and I still don’t understand football,” I laugh and continue petting Jeff’s hair.

“I’ve explained it to you before!” my dad says.

“Well, the gist of it is the defense tries to prevent the offense from scoring the football. The offense must advance the ball at least 10 yards every four plays or downs. Each time the offense is successful in advancing the ball 10 yards, they get four more downs or what is called a ‘first down’. Does that make sense, sweetheart?” Jeff explains.

“A little bit,” I reply, “You’re so cute when you talk about the stuff you love.” I curl up under the fuzzy blanket while Jeff’s hands rub my back.

“These wings are delicious too, doll. And you don’t even miss the meat!” Jeff remarks, biting into a cauliflower Buffalo wing.

“Yeah, she made those for Grandpa once and damn near killed him,” my dad jokes.

“It’s true! I think I added more hot sauce than barbecue,” I giggle.

“I don’t mind a little heat,” Jeff replies.

“Well, if you’re going to eat those spicy wings,” I lean into Jeff’s ear, my voice barely above a whisper, “You better brush your teeth real good later. I want your mouth all over me, Daddy.” I feel Jeff get excited in his gray Seahawks sweatpants, grateful he was under the blanket, for those sweatpants definitely didn’t leave much to the imagination. He squeezes my backside and bites his lower lip. His face quickly turns to frustration.

“NOT A PASS!!! GOD DAMN IT!!!” my husband yells, causing me to flinch, “Sorry, babe,” Jeff rubs my shoulder, “Didn’t mean to scare you.” My dad laughs maniacally.

“Well, Mr. Morgan! Look who’s not doing so hot!” Jeff tosses up a middle finger with a smirk. “Hey now, play nice. Just because your team sucks doesn’t mean you get to flip off your father in law.”

“Can I smack your dad?” Jeff jokes.

“Jeffrey!” I playfully slap his chest and we all laugh, “How about another beer?” Jeff nods.

“God, I really love your daughter, Mr. C,” Jeff says as I hand him the beverage with a kiss, “Thanks, baby.” I sit back on my husband’s knee.

“I wouldn’t want anyone else for a son in law, Jeff. Look at the way she looks at you.” I make a goofy face and Jeff wheezes, “Okay, maybe not like THAT. But it makes me so happy to see her happy. She never holds back about how much she loves you, and don’t we all want that in a partner?”

“Very true, I’ll drink to that. I love you, (name).”

“I love you too, Jeffrey,” I nuzzle my head in the crook of his neck.

***

I waited for my husband to finish his shower as I dicked around on my phone. We were sleeping in my childhood bedroom. I shut off the lamp next to the bed, letting the moonlight illuminate the space I used to call my own. The crisp, fall breeze feels heavenly. Jeff appears in the doorway, hair damp and pajama bottoms clinging to his hips. His manly, brunette chest hair turned me on like crazy. He shuts and locks the door behind him.

“Nice room you’ve got here. I dig the orange walls,” my husband looks around.

“Yeah, I think we repainted my junior year of high school. I was going through an artsy phase,” I giggle.

“It’s very cozy,” Jeff smiles and places his glasses on the nightstand. I beckon with my finger. “What are you doin’, Princess?” He climbs on top of me and kisses me deeply, tasting very faintly of cigarettes, but mostly like minty toothpaste, “Oh, I see. I know what you want. Don’t worry,” he glides his tongue over his teeth, “Nice and clean, no more Buffalo sauce,” he teases. I laugh as he buries his face in my neck, kissing and moaning. My husband smells so damn good. Jeff’s kisses trail down my body, “Look at my little girl. Oh fuck yes. So wet already, Princess?” he rasps, burying his nose in the freshly trimmed hair of my most sensitive area.

“You always get me there, Daddy,” I nod and bite my lip.

“You smell scrumptious. Good enough to eat, baby cakes,” Jeff lowers his voice to a whisper, “We’re going to have to keep it down a bit, doll,” Jeff makes a satisfied “mmm” noise and he sucks my clit, “Don’t want Mom and Dad to know how good I tongue-fuck you, hm?” He slurps loudly, “That’s my good girl.” He kisses around my outer lips and slides a finger inside.

“Daddy,” I whine, “Oh fuck!” I rock myself against Jeff’s hot, wet mouth as he grips my hips. He adds another slender finger and begins curling them slightly, hitting just the right spot. “Jeffrey, oh god yes! Jeffrey!” I gasp. Staying quiet while my silver fox’s tongue dove in and out and around every inch of me was damn near impossible.

“You sure have a pretty little pussy, my gorgeous wife,” I LOVED when Jeff called me that. I was Mrs. Morgan, now and forever, and he was never going to let me go. Jeff brings me to the edge of a mind blowing orgasm and readjusts himself. He hovers above me, pressing his lips into mine. “I’m going to fuck your pretty little brains out now,” Jeff lets out a vaguely Negan sounding chuckle. I beg for it as he taps the tip of his hard cock against my clit, “But maybe,” I run my hands over his stomach and across his chest, his nipples hardening from the stimulation and the cool night air. “Maybe I want you to beg for it, sweetheart,” his croaky voice gives me chills.

“Please, I need it so bad,” I can barely speak.

“I can’t hear you,” Jeff teases.

“Please, Jeff! I need your big, fat cock inside of me!” I speak a little louder.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Jeff sinks into me with a groan, “I ain’t going to last long, you feel so go-oh hell yes, that’s it. Right there,” he bites his lower lip as he thrusts deep and slow, smooth and even. The fullness makes me shake. He hushes me gently as he brushes two fingers over my clit, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, sweetheart, I’m so close.”

“Come on, Daddy. Finish inside me, Jeff. Please finish insi- oh fuck! Fuck me harder!” I whine. Jeff quickens his pace as small beads of sweat gather on his forehead. Jeff curses under his breath, making low growls of pleasure.

“You want it in your pussy, hm? You want Daddy to breed you good?” I nod quickly and inhale sharply as an intense orgasm overtakes me. I shove my face in the pillow, attempting to muffle my sounds. “I’m fucking cumming, Princess, oh fuck yes! Yes, baby girl! Oh god!” I drip with Jeff’s sticky, warm juices as he pulls out. He rests his head on my chest and I begin stroking his hair.

“Jeffrey Dean, you fucking animal,” I pant.

“I’ve still got it. At 54, I’ve still got it,” Jeff jokes.

***

Jeff pours himself a cup of coffee and joins us at the dining room table. He rests his head on my shoulder lovingly.

“Did you sleep good? You look tired, Jeff,” my mom laughs.

“Yeah, slept wonderfully,” Jeff smiles.

“Is everyone still coming over later?” I ask.

“As far as I know. If you two want to run to the store-“

“Okay, I have to say something. It’s bugging the hell out of me,” my dad speaks up.

“You okay, Mr. C?” Jeff looks confused.

“Yeah, um, I couldn’t sleep last night. Now, I can’t stop you guys from doing what married couples do, just know that the headboard in that bedroom is LOOSE and LOUD,” my dad says.

“Oh my god,” I bury my face in my hands and Jeff turns red.

“Just be more careful, okay bud?” my dad pats his son in law’s shoulder.

“Yes sir,” Jeff holds back laughter. I sip my coffee with a smirk, squeezing Jeff’s knee under the table. And here we thought we were being sneaky.