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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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a thing or two (m.)

tutor geto has a thing or two to teach you.

cw. oral sex (f and m receiving), lube, unprotected sex, sweet! geto, halloween setting so priest! geto, age gap, slight body worship, fingering, overall romantic sex, kitchen counter sex, dirty talk, lots of kissing, mutual masturbation, intoxication, pwp, unedited as always eep

note. for my right boob @sixeyesgojo my first ever geto fic and i hope it’s to your liking...writing this with a frozen arm and numb fingers weeeee, i almost became a geto simp.

Halloween festivals have never felt livelier in the city. People dressed up in various outfits milled about the events place, your drink nearly sloshing on the ground the more they bumped into you.

Bass and music boosted from the large speakers smack in the middle of the grounds, and everyone danced to their heart’s content, you and your friends a huge inclusion to the crowd.

You don’t really go out to parties that much. Hell, you don’t even drink.

But after numerous encouragements from your friends, you’re now dressed in she-devil skin-tight black dress, black lipstick, and red horns placed on your head. It’s hard not to feel confident and sexy – the kick of the liquor is settling down as well – when you’ve got human eyes, vampiric red eyes, ghoul sclera lenses and even a fucking Cyclops eye turning your way.

You’re excitedly grinding against your friends, the whoops and cheers mixing in with slurred mumbles of the lyrics.

The night is young and so are you.

This may have been your third or fourth drink, you don’t really know, but probably some way along the second since you’re not really hammered. You’re somewhat sober enough to feel large hands gripping your hips, a protest of not tonight, Dracula about to leave your lips when you come face to face with a face you never thought you would see here.

Clad in a long black cloak, a silver cross hung around his neck, his dark hair in a neat bun and black earrings a perfect completion to the hauntingly stunning look he pulled off, your throat ran dry.

“Sir Geto?”

“Hey, it’s you,” your tutor spoke up with unmasked interest, his curious eyes trailing down your revealing outfit…the way your dress hugged all your curves and how your breasts are practically popping from your top. Geto smirked, “And please, we’re not studying at home, just call me Geto. Surprised to see you here.”

“Well, it’s Halloween, would be a shame if I didn’t go out,” laughing nervously, you found yourself acting out of habit as you twirled a strand of hair to your finger. “I’m surprised to see you here. I thought you’d have work.”

“Nah, the boys and I are free for tonight,” he answered with a grin, nodding to where his friends – a really tall white haired man and a bored blond who looks like he’s ready to leave anytime – dancing and drinking at the corner. Geto must’ve felt your unnecessary prolonged stare at his attractive friends for he’s pulling you closer again, not sexually or even hidden with motives, but because it’s hard to hear each other through the music.

“Hey, do you wanna dance?” Nodding, you waved goodbye to your friends. They didn’t really notice considering they’re way too hammered and occupied dancing with others. Surely, they wouldn’t notice your little escapade.

Geto’s warm hands leads you somewhere out the bar and into the open grounds, where cups are already littered on the grass and people are drunkenly shaking their ass to everything and everyone.

It’s a ridiculous sight that has both you and Geto laughing.

“So…you liking the festival so far?”

“It’s…pretty fun,” you admit and loop your arms around him with ease. Normally, you wouldn’t be doing this.

He may not be your actual professor or teacher, but he’s still a family friend of your friend who’s been tutoring you for the past semester and is basically the only reason you can endure math. Granted, he’s always been deadly attractive, but you’ve never really been affected by it, not up this close, anyway.

But you’re most definitely closer now, and Geto’s forehead is pressed against yours as he sways you both side to side.

“My first time drinking and I feel so light,” Geto hums at your slightly intoxicated eyes, his grin turning gummy when your curious hands trail up his robes to experimentally grope his pecs.

“First time, huh? We’ll I’ll be here to hold you up if you feel dizzy.”

“Thanks,” you beamed up at him. Geto, albeit being at least seven years older, feels so youthful that you’re not really bothered by the age gap. Again, it could be the alcohol, but he feels so warm, so nice, that you lean back to survey him this time around. “You look great, by the way, though you’re dressed up as…”

Geto rolls his eyes before you can finish.

“I know, the priest costume looks weird, but we found it pretty funny so here I am.”

“No, no, it looks great,” you wave off, your smile freezing on your face when a nostalgic song starts to blast through the speakers. In your head, in your head! “Zombies by the Cranberries. A classic.”

Geto’s hands snake around your waist before they hover over your ass, his eyes mischievous and slanted as he mumbles, “It’s a great song to dance with a perfect little devil with.”

You don’t know who leaned it first.

Not like it mattered, when Geto tasted strongly of strawberry flavored bear and cheesecake. An odd combination, even more so with his spicy cologne, but it only has you pulling you in closer to him.

He’s such a great kisser. Legs turned to jelly, knees weakening and lips locking in rhythm to the beat – it feels like it’s just the two of you in that moment. Geto smiles through the kiss, tongue prodding your lips to open before you’re gasping for air. Your attempt to regain air back to your lungs is cut off when Geto leans closer to slip his tongue inside your mouth, greedily sucking on it until you’re moaning in his arms.

Soon enough, you’re both holding on to each other to the point you might as well be fucking openly.

Geto is cupping your cheeks as he excitedly kisses you, his smiles intoxicating and the bubbling laughter he lets out much like music to your ears.

“Yo, Geto, are you sure about this? She looks like a minor, dude,” one of his friends speak up, and that’s when you see his white haired friend – who has extremely azure eyes that you can’t tell whether it’s contacts or not – crossing his arms on his chest, though his amused smirk said otherwise.

If anything, the guy is only suggestive, wiggling his brows up and down as he puts his fingers into a V shape, his tongue poked out.

You snort at his gestures, and just like how Geto did before, he turns your cheeks towards him again, his gaze feral and wanting. “I assure you,” Geto murmurs over your lips, “She’s not.” Eyes wide and all attention to him the way he wants, Geto’s smirk is cunning before he leans down to capture your lips in another heated kiss.

Stumbling back to his apartment turned out to be a lot more challenging. With the urgent need to relieve each other of this burning in your cores, you and Geto have made out everywhere, hands kneading each other’s skin until you fall awkwardly at his bed.

There’s no time to worry about it though. Not when he’s eagerly unbuttoning his robe, his dark hair messed up and a few strands shielding his eyes that glimmer when you struggle to squeeze out of your dress. He helps you get it off before he hovers over you, knocking your knee with his to make you fall open. You’re left completely vulnerable and naked under his predatory gaze, large hands smoothing over your skin – from your ankle, up to your thighs and the dips in your body, before he settles right above your breasts, nipples hard between his fingers.

“Fuck, you look stunning,” he praises, biting his lip at the same time you drunkenly giggle. “Bet you taste perfect too.”

“Only one way to find out, then.”

“Come here,” Get growls and rips off your panties, your half-hearted protests completely missed in his haze of pleasure. Upon seeing you bare for him, wet and pussy lips glistening, Geto groans deep in his chest. “Such a pretty pussy. Shoulda fucked you a long time ago when we were alone for so many hours,” curling his upper lip, he begins to settle down between your legs, peering up from you under his lashes as he teasingly blows air over your core that has you shivering. “I could’ve taught you so many more things, don’t you think?”

“Careful there, father, wouldn’t want you to sin tonight.”

“Oh no, you don’t get to do that to me tonight, sweetheart,” he laughs evilly, joined by you afterwards at the little teasings. “You’re a little devil and I’m nothing but a mortal man. Of course I’d fall to the consequences of my sinful desires.”

Sitting up with your elbows resting on the mattress, you tug him by his cross, hard. “Here’s your one way ticket to hell then,” you dared, letting your legs spread wider and pushing his head down. Geto inhales sharply when the tip of his nose nudges your clit, drawing out a shuddered moan from you. “Feast for yourself.”

“Hmm, you’re a whole ass fucking meal, baby,” he marveled, giving little teasing bites on your inner thigh that you’re sure would leave a mark. “I’m going to devour you.”

Geto isn’t kidding.

You clearly undermined him, or perhaps you knew all along what he could do and you just wanted to bring out this side for him, because riled up Geto who was excitedly sucking on your clit like a man starved had you seeing stars in the whites of his ceiling.

“Hnggrr, G-Geto, fuck!”

“Yeah, you like that?” he chuckles from your pussy, the vibrations of it sending electricity jolting down deep to your core. Geto begins to trail down, his tongue playfully poking your entrance as slick coats his muscle and cheeks, licking and kissing everywhere that you actually find it hard to keep quiet. Narrowing your eyes at him – and you wished you didn’t, because you’ve never seen a more lewd sight before – you slap your palm over your mouth, the only thing keeping your legs apart the strong grip he had on you. “Don’t be shy, babe. We’ve got the whole place to ourselves tonight. Scream as loud as you want. Let the neighbors hear how good I’m fucking you.”

“Y-you’re so lewd, fuck-” you announce, but the sounds of your squelching being sucked by his eager, unquenched self is even more lewd. “Geto, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Geto just pushes you over the edge, ignoring the way your thighs are shaking and you’re pushing him away once the overstimulation becomes too much to handle. You giggle when he sighs at not being able to eat you out anymore, but his glistening face is a lot more arousing than entertaining. Struggling to catch your breath, Geto smirks at how easily you’ve come undone, groaning as he wipes your juices with his thumb and licking his lips afterwards. He bends forward as he stares at you the whole while, slipping his digit through your mouth in a silent demand for you to taste yourself.

Never pulling away from holding his gaze, you wrap your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue and sucking just hard enough that he absentmindedly humps the air.

“You okay? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“Shut up. You literally ate my soul out,” you stare at the trail of saliva connected to his finger, the image so fucking dirty yet arousing that you begin to clench around nothing. Meanwhile, Geto’s biceps flex as he runs his hand through his hair, and that’s when you see he’s so rock hard that he probably feels uncomfortable. “Do you want me to…?”

“You don’t have to. It’s okay.”

“Seriously, Geto, you’re declining an offer to get your dick sucked?”

“I mean, I’m not against it but-” you shove his boxers down and immediately take him into your mouth, no foreplay at all, and your teeth graze his dick as you do so. Geto’s hips sutter forward in a knee-jerk movement he almost falls down on his bed, but catches him on the last second to not crush you. He ogled at your cock-stuffed mouth and puffy cheeks, his breaths sharp from the pleasure he’s receiving. “Sh-shit, not so fast, baby. I don’t want to cum like this.”

“Hmm.”

Staring up at him innocently, Geto closes his eyes and runs his finger through your locks, slightly bucking his hips deeper into your mouth. Even in his euphoria, Geto is careful to let you go at your own pace, though his self-controls falter a little bit the moment you fondle his balls.

His eyes snap open. Teeth bared and belly flexing, you keep rendering him frozen with how you take him in deeper until his hair is tickling your nose, cheeks sucked in and hollow as you slide his cock along your warm walls. “Oh, fuck, you’re really a fucking devil, right there, yeah,” he hisses, taking a handful of your hair so he could get a better look at you. “Well, who would’ve thought? Always seemingly so innocent. Who knew you could suck dick like this?”

“You like it,” you tease while pumping his shaft up and down and giving kitten licks to the head, where Geto smirks at you.

“Yeah, I love it,” he corrects, his cock twitching on your dainty hands that look so tiny in comparison to his girth. “But no way I’m coming tonight anywhere than your pussy,” Geto pushes you back down on the bed where he showers you with heated kisses, wrists pinned under his grip and hickeys left everywhere on your neck. His sticky fingers trail down your skin to finger you, the sensation too much, too good, too wrong, and that thought alone that’s been drumming into you as the intoxication fades away make you both pause.

“I-I…”

“It’s okay, just relax,” he reassures, withdrawing his fingers that can’t get past your pussy that has now tightened the minute he touched you down there. Geto sends you another approving glance before he pumps his shaft and up down, aligning it with your entrance and kissing you flat on the lips the whole time. “I’ll put it in, okay? Tell me if anything hurts.”

“Hey, hey. Breathe,” he cups your cheek while looking deep into your eyes, though that slight pinch on his forehead let you know he experienced the same discomfort.

Geto must’ve realized both of you aren’t getting anywhere tonight because soon, he’s falling back to this side, eyeing your pussy with longing and lust before his arm lands over his face. “Well… Maybe not tonight.”

“Geto,” you begin, turning on your side in hopes of easing the pained frown on his face. “I’m so sorry…”

“Hey, it’s fine, really, don’t worry about it,” he blinks at you and rests back on the pillows, his hand already wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock where the tip is leaking. “Let me just relieve myself. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.”

You don’t know what you’re expecting, but definitely not for him to jack off right beside you. You watch; perplexed, awed, undeniably aroused as he holds your gaze, his jaw clenched and accentuating his sharp features more from the movement. Geto is absolutely shameless as he fucks his own fist that is cum-stained, beads of white pre-cum coating his incredibly thick shaft with thick veins.

It’s so wrong yet so fucking hot that you can’t help but do the same.

Sneaking your fingers down to your kitty, you rub your clit and bite your lip, pleasuring yourself the same way he does. Geto exhales in wonder from watching you masturbate, his muscles ripping and arm so buff, you wonder why he hasn’t folded you in half yet.

Oh right, you’re too anxious to ever have his dick inside you, yet you’re shamelessly rubbing circles in your clit. Spreading your pussy lips open, you slide your fingers down and collect your juices, gasping right beside Geto who’s angrily pumping his dick.

Geto suddenly leans back on his calves to stare at your pussy and jacks off, catching some cum from your pussy lips which makes you giggle in surprise, but he comes back to fisting himself. The eroticism of your actions pushed you both to the edge until the both of you came, his dick softening and his cum shooting all over your thighs.

“God, you’re so sexy, I could stare at you all day.”

“That was…”

“Yeah,” he breathes out in stuttered chuckles, throwing a leg over the bed as he stands to hs full naked, cum-stained glory. “Hey, I’ll clean you up. Do you want something to drink or eat? A glass of water, maybe?”

“That sounds great.”

Geto comes back with a shirt of a rock festival and wipes his cum from your stomach, then folds it to wipe your arousal off. He helps you settle inside his oversized shirt that is warm, comfortable, and smells so faintly of him that the exhaustion of tonight’s events is rapidly coming to you.

“Come here. It’s pretty cold tonight,” You gladly cuddle with him, your head laid on top of his buff arm while his free one is wrapped around you.“How’s your studies going? Do you understand math a little better now?”

Despite his innocent queries, his actions are everything but.

His hands are trailing up to slowly to stroke your nipples. Geto thumbs at the hardened peaks before he softly squeezes your breast, letting his hand repeatedly graze over your sensitive nipples as if it’s second nature to him. It turns you on so bad, but you’re exhausted and you’re rubbing your thighs together, sighing and quietly moaning every now and then.

“A-a little, I guess,” you answer, a little bit distracted. He’s modest and no longer aroused (judging from his state inside his boxers), so you try not to start something you’re not prepared to finish. “Hey, Geto, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you more of an ass or boobs person?”

Geto handles the question with ease. “As long as the proportions are right, I like both, and I like yours,” he grins, cupping your boobs in his hand as if to prove a point. Then, he tugs your (his) shirt up just enough to reveal the erect nipples, his eyes narrowed before he sucks lightly on the sides. You gasp at his ministrations but voice no complaints, and neither does he when your nails dig into his arm. “Yours are so beautiful.”

“Flatterer,” you playfully punch his chest, but Geto only chuckles and brings you closer to his chest, his lips warm on top of your forehead. “I’m pretty sleepy…”

“Then sleep. I’ll still be here tomorrow, don’t worry. You’re free to stay as long as you like.”

The next day, Geto is already gone from the room. You’re not worried because one) this is a one night stand with your hot tutor, you’re not supposed to be attached, and two) the smell of pancakes wafting from the slight crack of his door is very much present.

Stretching your arms out, you pad to where Geto is busy flipping pancakes. He’s already dressed comfortably in a white shirt and dark sweats, turning around to smile at you at the sound of your footsteps. “There’s a naked girl in my room? Wow.”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen everything last night.”

Geto doesn’t need to gesture you to come closer to him, you’re already too pulled in by his presence that you’re wrapping an arm around his neck while he kisses you flat on the lips.

“Doesn’t mean I get tired of it,” he teases, lips lingering above yours before he drifts down the crook your neck, voice deep and husky as he greets, “’Morning. Can you pass me the syrup?”

Nodding, you bend over the counter. The syrup is located in the bottom of the pantry and you’re halfway to opening the glass panels when you hear Geto shut off the stove. His hands come to grip on your hips as he grinds his hard cock on your exposed bottom, his lips hovering over your ear. “On second thought…I think I’ll have my meal a little differently.”

“G-Geto.”

“I bought lube while you were asleep. Maybe it’ll make you loosen a little bit?” Geto touches you down there, his eyes glimmering with mischief once he witnesses for himself your state. “You’re already wet babe,” he announces, proudly presenting his wet fingers right before your eyes. “Wait for me.”

Nervously, you fix your shirt and hair as Geto runs to the living room where he pulls out a bottle of lube and discards his shirt somewhere. He wastes no time in lifting you up to the counter where dives between your legs, and you’re tugging at his hair as his tongue eagerly licks your wetness.

“Geto, ah, stop playing around!”

“Wasn’t planning on it, babe, I’m a little impatient,” Geto stands up again to kiss you for a quick second before he grabs the lube and spreads it all over his cock, his fingers experimentally prying your hole open to see if you could take it.

Once his digit slides in with ease, you moan the same time he grins wickedly.

You think he’ll go straight for it but Geto takes his time with you, making sure you’re properly stretched open before he splits you in his half with his cock. He’s really thick, after all, and your tight little cunt needs to adjust well to make sure you enjoy it rather than be in pain. Once satisfied, you pull Geto by the collar and wrap one leg around his waist to bring him closer, gasping when his tip slides between your pussy lips.

Both of you are too lost in a daze of lust to be able to speak properly. One nod from you is all he needs before he’s slipping inside your warm walls, his head falling into the juncture of your neck where he keeps grunting on how good you feel around him.

You can’t help but scratch down his back the deeper he drives his hips, the mere movement of his cock sliding against the bumpy drags of your tissues making you fall apart.

Not a minute later, your shirt is bunched up under your breasts, free for Geto to suck on while he fucks the living daylights out of you. His knuckles turn white from how hard he’s gripping the counter, another hand planted right under your knee to keep your leg spread open for him. You’re moaning openly under him, strings of fuck yeah right there and shit, Geto, you feel so good filling in the early morning air that would’ve been innocent if there weren’t such loud sounds of skin slapping against skin mixing with the chirping birds.

You squeeze Geto’s ass as he plants himself deeper inside you, setting a pace that is both mind-numbing and exhilarating.

It’s hard to believe that just days ago, you’re in the exact same place sharing waffles with him, only you’re studying math and he’s wearing glasses; professional, formal, polite – the exact opposite of the sinful things he’s doing to you right now.

Geto’s grunts are almost choked in your ear as you come hard, walls convulsing and spasming around his thick length.

He immediately pulls out his hard cock to come all over your thighs instead, watching the way your hole clenches around nothing while his slippery dick is smeared and repeatedly slapping your inner thighs. You keep gasping as you ride out your orgasm, thighs burning from the uncomfortable stretch of having one leg propped by him and the other heel planted on the counters. Geto’s moans are deep, sinful, and inherently masculine the whole while he shoots his deep all over you, creating a mess both on the counter and on your skin.

It takes a while before you both regain your breath and composure, with Geto awkwardly pulling his pants up as he laughs along with you. “So…breakfast?”

“Yeah,” you giggled, “I’m famished.”

Safe to say, that morning was spent with not much enough breakfast, but definitely lots of kissing and even more fucking around. Everything Geto said the first time you met him had been proven true – he did have a thing or two to teach you.

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stagefoureddiediaz · 2 years ago

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hey kym!💕 i’m probably the 100th person asking, but what can you tell us about the checked shirt and black undershirt buck is wearing in that bts? i feel like black is a rare occurrence for him…?

thank you!

Hey Iri!!!

You got in first with the ask so gold stars for you!! ⭐️⭐️⭐️

To all the Nonnies who also asked - I’m answering you here!!

I have definitely not spent to long staring at this ��😬😬😬😬

andI very definelty haven’t spent any time trying to figure out if he’s wearing a necklace!! 👀👀👀👀👀

I don’t think he is - I think its the way the light is hitting the monitor screen - I’d die if he was wearing a necklace - because there is only one reason Buck would suddenly develop a taste for neck jewellery and that would be if he was given a St. Christopher by a certain someone - its way to early for that to be something like that happening imo so I’m happy to rule it out! as a concept!!!

This outfit is the same as the one from the bts with Ryan - I’ve brightened it and altered the contrast so you can see Oliver lurking in the background (Sorry Ryns arm!)!

As for what I think about Buck in Black - its actually a colour we’ve seen him in a fair amount - mostly around Taylor - when we saw him in lots of either black or black and white check (and some grey and navy blue) or in connection with something Taylor adjacent (the trip to the equestrian centre for example)

Then we have the more recent black top from his lunch with Connor and Kameron.

The fact that Buck has been wearing almost entirely blue (and white) tops since deciding to end things with Taylor, with the exception of the russet one in 6x04 and then we’re presented with two black tops is a pretty loud connection if you ask me - especially as this latest one is for either 6x05 or 6. The choice of black directly connects Buck to that lunch - and this is important to do - as it keeps the sperm donor theme running in the background even when its not directly being addressed. Putting him into check/plaid and black in this way is foreshadowing that the sperm donor topic isn’t going to go smoothly when it does come back up (seemingly in 6x07 Cursed) - this isn’t just a generalised plaid = bad things inbound - because they could’ve put him in any plaid they wanted, so the choice to use black and white - it directly connects it to this specific storyline and I love the wardrobe team for doing this!!

This likely to be the next time we see him doing something social (as in multiple people and not just one other al a Hen or Eddie) with the firefam, and the fact that its in the Grant-Nash back yard - which is interesting considering that last time we saw Buck outside at theirs he was also wearing plaid and then promptly coughed up blood all over the patio! (and for something to happen that leads into cursed and thus draw that parallel would be something!)

(above you can see the string lights that prove the bts content we’ve had is in the G-N back yard this is from 3x06 Monsters if anyone was wondering!)

We know Hen and Karen are there and you can in fact see Karen in the bts video - her skirt under the monitor and the top of her head above it - the way it looks to me - Buck is talking to Karen (and possibly Hen) while looking at someone or something else (possibly Eddie we keep our fingers crossed). The thing with this is that I’m also intrigued by the fact that Karen is in the same colour way (green and white) that she was wearing when Buck, Hen and Karen had their conversation about HenRens sperm donor in 3x01 - never mind it being the last time we saw Buck in the G-N yard, its the last time we saw any of the firefam outside in the Grant-Nash yard in this way - my brain is whirring at the speed of light over this fact!!! 👀👀👀

Tagging @theladyyavilee as she’s sent me several asks on t he subject and I’ve answered them all here!!

#kym answers things #Iri asks #(Sarah also asks!)#bucks black check shirt #911 costumes #kym costume thoughts #911 spoilers #911 on fox #911 fox #evan buck buckley #buck #bucks costumes

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universitypenguin · 4 years ago

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Steve Rogers - Sex Headcanon

Warnings: Smut, Light bondage, NSFW, 18+

Word Count: Too long, as usual.

First of all, Steve Rogers loves sex.

He’s a bit touch starved after waiting for the right woman, but when he finds you and things move into the physical affection stage, he’s all over you.

During sex, Steve loves that he can pick you up with little effort

He likes doing it against the wall

Standing, almost any position

Likes that he can hold your hips still even when you start to squirm when he hits the right spots

In general, holding onto your hips, your butt, and even when he gets to curl his hands around to grasp your inner thighs, Steve is thrilled. Captain America is an ass man.

He loves your legs too, though.

Likes to pin you down for prone bone.

He hates to admit how much using his strength against you turns him on.

But you love it too and when he realizes that you like the same positions he does, it gets more intense.

Like, he’ll pick you up while he’s standing and lift you to his shoulders, draping your legs over his shoulders to eat you out.

When Steve learns that you not only can orgasm multiple times, but that you enjoy it, he starts to let go a bit more.

At first he was careful in bed. He kept things slow and gentle, not being entirely sure of his strength. But once he gets comfortable…

He goes feral

It starts when you ask him to tie you up. The idea is only familiar to him from Tony and Thor’s jokes about 50 Shades of Gray.

Steve hates 50 Shades of Gray. He thinks Christian is an ass who doesn’t respect women.

But back to the topic: bondage. He’s willing to hear you out about why you want that. And eventually, he says yes.

The conversation about bondage goes like this:

You’ve never done bondage before. Despite having several past relationships and experiences, you’ve never trusted a man like that. Erotica tastes aside, reality is a beast of its own.

And without the feeling of complete safety that Steve Rogers inspires in your heart, you won’t have even brought it up.

But you trust him without reservations.

The idea of bondage for you is totally psychological. To have your hands restrained and be blind folded takes the pressure off of you. Sometimes your mind starts going during sex and it ruins your enjoyment.

It’s not like you’re thinking about the groceries or anything, just that you start planning your next move. Should you kiss him now, or do you need to moan louder? Does your moaning sound like a dying cat? Maybe you should keep it down.

So the blind fold is important.

And you don’t want to be able to move because you’d try to plan that too. Sometimes you put a lot of pressure on situations to be perfect. Perfect because you made it perfect, you mean. Your expectations are of yourself.

This is one reason you hate not being able to achieve orgasm. That matters to Steve a lot and he always but your pleasure first. The man is selfless and sweet. And when your mind decides to shut down the orgasm buttons, you hate disappointing him.

Steve is sold on the idea of bondage once he understands that it’s only an option because you feel safe with him. And he likes being the only person you’d trust to be this vulnerable with. All the 50 Shades objections vanish for him once you explain that part.

When you tell him that your struggles orgasming sometimes are from your own pressures to be good in bed, he gets it.

He loves that about you, your desire to please him and make things good. It motivates him to accept the offer of bondage.

Because it makes perfect sense that being forced to be the recipient and having control stripped away would fix that for you.

Steve says that you’ll have to let him make the plan. Which is *so* Steve Rogers it’s almost funny.

On a random Tuesday you get dinner with a friend and come home late. The lights are off which is weird because you expected Steve to be home. When you step inside you call out for him but no reply. Kicking off your shoes you wander to the kitchen and when you reach for the light switch, a hand grabs your wrist.

You give a small scream as a body presses you into the wall. Then you recognize the feel and the scent of his aftershave.

Steve has you pinned to the wall, wrists on either side of your head, feet spread apart and his big body caging you in.

It’s happening. It’s so happening. And you feel thrilled and scared and outrageously excited.

He’s excited too, you can feel it pressing into your back. The man’s been planning and fantasizing, clearly.

“Do you still want this, honey?”

His first words to you are the reason that you want this. It warms your heart at the same time your panties are growing wet.

“Yes, Steve. So much. Please.”

He rolls his hips, pressing his body against you and you can’t control the moan that passes your lips.

“Red means we stop. Yellow is slow down. If I’m going to do something that I think you need to consent to, I’ll ask ‘is this okay?’ and you’re going to say “Green” if you want it. Understand?

“Pick a safe word, doll.”

Eagle is your safe word. Your mind just liked the whole patriotic motif, you supposed.

Once the ground rules are laid out, Steve turns you around and with a tap on the curve of your ass, signals you to jump up.

With your legs around his waist and arms curled around his neck, he carried you upstairs to the bed.

Blindfold goes on first. Then cuffs that are lined with something soft that feels like shearling.

You know without asking that he picked them because he thought handcuffs would be too aggressive. Again, your heart flips.

“I’m going to push you, baby. I want you to wring every bit of enjoyment you can out of this. I’m going to make you come hard. You with me on that?”

You’re with him. You’ve waited a long time to try this.

“I have a plan for aftercare too,” he says.

And that’s your first hint that he’s about to go feral on you like he sometimes does when he’s keyed up from a mission.

Steve Rogers has freaking stamina for days. The man could kill you with sex if he wanted to.

(His sex drive is high… all that waiting for the right girl makes a man horny)

He undoes the halter tie of your dress and pull it down, slipping it over your legs.

He uses his mouth first. And it’s frustrating that he left your panties on.

(The outfit was something he’d suggested. You’d thought he just liked the sundress and had been complimented when he’d said you’d look great in it today. Now it was clear he’d been planning all day. Probably longer.)

He’s been planning since the night you told him two weeks ago. Before the conversation was even over. You felt safe enough with him to ask for such a private and vulnerable fantasy and that turned him on in a mental way he can’t even explain.

So he starts by teasing you.

He kisses your mouth, slow and sensual. His tongue flicks against yours but never quite for as long as you’d like. And he knows how you like it by this point in the relationship. So you’re well aware he’s teasing you.

His mouth begins to wander to your neck and he laps at the sensitive spot. Your thighs clench in response. You’re soaked now, so wet it’s a little bit embarrassing.

He finally finds your breast with his mouth, taking an aching bud in his mouth and drawing on it. Softly. Gently. Lapping and teasing without the friction you needed to enjoy it.

Your breath came in pants now and you spread your legs to open yourself to encourage him to continue. Because there’s somewhere else that really needs attention.

Instead he turns to the other breast and gives it the same attention. Slower. And softer. Stroking with his tongue until your nipple was painfully tight.

His hand trailed up to cup the breast he wasn’t sucking on. The pad of his thumb made teasing circles and you moaned, arching your back into his mouth.

He chuckled and released the aching bud with a pop. Fingertips swirled the nipple he’d just abandoned, coating it with his saliva. He pinch it just right and your hips jerked.

Arousal was a living breathing thing inside your body now, clawing at your lower belly, turning breath into unsteady pants.

“How are you doing, baby?”

The bastard knew you were dying. Sweat was starting to burst from your pores. Your entire body was hot with need.

“Please, Steve…”

“Mmmhh? What do you need, doll?”

“I need your to touch me.”

“Where?”

“My pussy. I’m so wet for you, please touch me. Get inside of me.”

He purred. This was the moment you realized that you’d created a monster. Because he was getting off on the power play.

(This wasn’t actually when the monster was officially created. No, that would be later when you were done and he got to see your dazed face and tear filled eyes from the magnitude of what he’d drawn your body.)

He let go of the nipple and flattened his palm on your ribs, sliding it down inch by inch until he paused on your low belly.

He toyed with the band of your panties.

“You’re wet for me? Does this needy pussy want my fingers or my mouth?”

“Both!!”

He laughed again. But he went ahead, so it was worth it.

And heaven help you, there were fireworks. The bondage was working wonders for your mental need to be out of control. But Steve took it higher when he forced your legs wide and pinned them to the mattress.

And while spin class workouts did amazing things for your thighs, nothing topped super soldier strength. You were stuck. Legs pushed flat to the bed, hands cuffed to the head board and nothing stopping the extremity turned on man with his head between your legs.

He lied about giving your his mouth and fingers. At first he only used his mouth on your clit, licking around it, touching the tip of his tongue over it in slow flicks, then finally, finally, sucking.

Your body seized at the shock of pleasure, white hot and raw jerking through nerve endings frayed from lack of fulfillment.

He knew what pitch he needed to hear you moan at before he added his fingers.

He knew it because Steve Rogers is a man who studies all the angles of a situation and knows his enemy. Or in this case, knows his lover.

He rubs at your G-spot with the pad of his finger and you scream.

Your head falls back on the pillow and tears start to flow because it’s not enough.

“More, oh, please. Steve, I need-“

He growls. “I know what you need, babydoll. And I’ll give it to you when you’re a good girl and you hold back that orgasm for me. I don’t want you to come yet. Don’t you dare come. If you do I’m going to have to take you over my knee.”

Just the idea of him spanking you almost makes you lose it.

He backs off the intensity. And you start to sob from the brutal frustration of being taken so high and left without release.

His name begins to fall from your lips like a litany, as you start to beg.

“Steve! Please, I want to come!”

“Not yet. Hold back. You be my good girl and hold back. I don’t want to spank that sweet behind until it’s red, but I’ll do it.”

Your scream is gargled by a wave of pleasure that makes your whole body roll as it rips through you from head to toe.

“Let me come, damn it!”

Smack. He’s light and there’s a sting on your right inner thigh.

“Hold. It. Back!”

Screams become sobs. You can’t hold still. You’re fighting the restraints and trying to move but he’s not allowing it. All you can do is clench around his fingers and cry.

“Come for me, baby.”

Release floods you in a second when he gives permission.

The cord of tension snaps. Your muscles lock. The scream you felt building is nowhere to be found. Your voice disappears in the violence of the orgasm. It’s totally silent as your body takes control.

Your channel clamps down around his fingers. The orgasm pulses through your body like being set on fire.

Then you scream. And the muscles that had gone stiff suddenly quiver with release.

If Steve hadn’t held you down through it you’d have been snapping your hips and arching into the sensations, away from them.

He keeps going, pushing you through it until the orgasm is finished.

Then you cry.

Honestly crying, because of the intensity of the release.

You’d expected to get off. You hadn’t guessed that you would get obliterated by the world’s most intense orgasm.

Steve immediately crawls up and takes off the blind fold.

“It’s okay, doll. I’m here. You’re okay, you’re safe. Hold on to me.”

You move, trying to reciprocate when his arms go around you, but they’re still cuffed.

This makes you cry harder.

Steve rips them open, letting you free.

And then you’re in his arms and you can cry properly.

He rolls over with you in his arms, one arm tight around your waist, the other cupping the back of your head.

What shocks you is that he’s not nervous, apologizing, or asking if you’re hurt. He’s petting you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“It’s okay, baby. Let it out. I’m right here, not goin’ anywhere. Hold on to me, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

The warm hand moving over your back is a delicious comfort. Almost as good as being held to the strong chest by arms thicker than most people’s legs.

When the storm of emotions passes, you blink up as Steve, a bit confused.

His smile is gentle and his eyes are filled with warmth.

“I did my research. You came down from that hard, didn’t you?”

Your answering “yeah,” is slurred.

He kisses your forehead. If you weren’t already boneless from your release, that would have finished you off.

“You were such a good girl for me. I can’t wait to do this again.”

With a tired smile you arch an eyebrow.

“But we can’t be done. I haven’t had you inside of me yet, soldier.”

Steve’s eyes go wide at the remark and you smirk.

“I still need you to fuck me, baby. I need to feel you finish on top of me and collapse into my arms. Please.”

You said please. And if he didn’t get assist a lady who needed his help, what kind of a hero was he?

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Ok ok- don’t judge me but get this- College AU, Where Ereh and his friends all go to a nearby maid cafe and turns out his s/o works there, and his s/o is wearing a EXTREMELY short maid outfit and she starts to flirt with Eren’s friends, and basically Eren had enough and dragged his s/o to a bathroom stall, and fucked them calling y/n their little slut, etc. and fucked them so hard they couldn’t work the rest of the day- BYE- 🏃🏻‍♀️ 💨 🚪

maid cafe

a/n: i would never judge you for this???? your mind is incredible and this idea has corrupted my brain for days,, please send more of your wonderful ideas to my inbox. and please let me know what u think bc i truly hope i did u proud

eren yeager x female maid cafe!reader

synopsis: eren and his friends go to a maid cafe and his new girlfriend is their waitress — so he drags her to the bathroom and makes sure she knows who she belongs to

tags/warnings: smut, dom/sub, degrading, mild humiliation, mirror sex, public sex, mentions of drug use

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“hey, we should check out that maid cafe downtown. i heard the waitresses are fine,” jean smirked as he proposed the idea, passing a blunt he’d just finished rolling over to eren.

eren graciously accepted the weed, but clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at jean’s new idea for their friday night. a maid cafe wasn’t particularly up his alley -- he’d just started dating you a few weeks ago and didn’t have any interest in drooling over other women all night. but he was bored and if everyone else wanted to go, he supposed he’d tag along too.

“hell yeah, pretty girls in short skirts sounds good to me,” connie jived, a giddy smile on his face as he blew out some smoke from his own blunt.

“don’t you think that kind of place is a little disrespectful, guys? we shouldn’t view women as-”

“you’re too uptight armin, maybe we can find a nice girl to suck you off and loosen you up a little bit” jean laughed and cut him off as the blonde boy continued to give his immature friends a disapproving look.

“whatever i’m in, just let me finish this first,” eren held up his blunt and took another long drag, “i wont be able to stand you assholes all night if im not high”.

the four of them hung around their shared four-bedroom college apartment a little longer, finishing up their smoke sesh and flinging half-assed insults at one another. the sky was already getting dusky by the time they actually left and were walking through the small, bustling town surrounding their campus. the cafe wasn’t too far, maybe a thirty minute walk, but it was a beautiful spring night and shit, gas is expensive.

armin’s face was horribly flushed when they finally arrived and entered the front door, the poor boy completely unable to even make eye contact with the hostess standing in front of them. his shyness earned him a swift elbow from eren — his way of telling the blonde boy to relax a little bit.

the young hostess spoke to them in a sing-song tone, her hair perfectly curled to frame her face and her cheeks pink with blush. connie and jean completely ate up everything she was doing, gawking at her like a bunch of losers who hadn’t gotten laid in way too long — which is exactly what they were. eren was almost relieved when she finally sat them at a table and walked away, because he couldn’t stand to listen to jeans' horrendous attempt at flirting any longer.

everything on the menu had cute names that matched the theme of the cafe, and while eren and armin browsed the options, connie and jean continued to whisper about the different waitresses and which one they hoped they got.

as for you, it had been a pretty uneventful night, normal customers and nothing too crazy — that was until you walked up to the newest table you were assigned and saw your boyfriend and his friends sitting around the booth. eren and you hadn’t been dating all that long, a few weeks at most, and you hadn’t even met any of these friends yet. anxiety began to pool in your chest, but you tried your best to put on your best voice and greet them like they were any other table — after all, eren was staring so intently at the menu that he hadn't even noticed you yet.

“welcome home, masters! can i get any drinks for you?” you push your voice up to a high octave and make sure to draw out the word masters — it was the opening line that every waitress was required to use by the cafe.

two of the four boys are ogling at you so intensely that they might as well have drool hanging off their desperate lips. a third boy is keeping his eyes fixated on the table as if he doesn’t want to look at you — which is something you’re not quite used to. and eren is staring at you with his mouth gaping open, which he quickly shuts before any of his friends can notice.

he decided to sit back and watch, an amused look on his face as you continue to flaunt your extra-girly facade. he decides that now isn’t a great time for introductions to his bonehead friends — plus he knows you’re nothing like this in real life, so it’s entertaining to watch you act so out of character.

not to mention you look hot as fuck in your skimpy maid outfit — the tight corset-like top hugged your breasts perfectly and your skirt was so short he could practically see the base of your ass cheeks. he could definitely get used to seeing you like this.

but his amusement quickly started to fade as connie and jean shamelessly showered you in compliments and flirted with you like their lives depended on it. and what makes it worse is you’re playing along — he gets that it’s your job but still, can’t you just tell them to shut the fuck up?

he shoots the two idiots across from him a dirty look as soon as you walk away, “hey dumbasses, cut the girl a break”.

“hey man, i didn't hear you call dibs or anything,” connie raised an eyebrow at him.

“yeah dude, we’re just fucking around, chill,” jean added, a light laugh hanging off his last word.

eren couldn’t do anything but roll his eyes in response. he didn’t want to outright expose your relationship yet but he wouldn’t be able sit here and watch this all night either.

his blood was practically boiling when you returned with a tray full of their drinks. connie and jean turned their charms right back on for you, and fuck, if he had to hear you call them “master” one more time he was gonna lose his mind.

“armin get the fuck out of the booth,” he glared at the blonde boy, practically pushing him out of the booth so he could get to you.

armin yet out a small yelp, clambering out of his seat and letting eren climb out after him. the dark haired boy gave you the sweetest smile, but his eyes were lit up like flames.

“hey, mind showing me where the bathrooms are?”

you find yourself frozen in place for just a second, but quickly recover and give him a quick “of course master, follow me!”

the two of you walk to the bathroom in silence, but you can practically feel the heat radiating off of eren.

when you reached the restrooms you opened the door for him and bowed your head, but he grabbed your wrist and yanked you inside behind him, earning a small yelp from you. you noticed him snap the lock down behind him, and before you could even question his motives you were backed into a wall with his lips working roughly against yours.

“so this is what you do all day? walk around with your ass hanging out while calling people master?” he growled in your ear while moving down towards your neck and placing violent kisses along the sensitive skin.

“i- ah- if it bothers you-“ you breath out between gasps, your hands pressed defensively to his chest, “god, you reek of pot, eren”.

“no, it doesn't bother me, i love watching you flirt with other men. but let me remind you who you actually belong to now,” he murmured, voice dripping with sarcasm as he nibbled up to your ear and his hands fondled with the zipper at the back of your uniform.

“eren!” a strangled yelp leapt from your throat as he unzipped you and let your costume fall around your ankles.

for a second you thought about trying to stop him, but his hot lips against your cool skin was starting to win you over. your neck was undoubtedly covered in bruised love marks now, your skin aching in the most beautiful way.

“take it all off,” he mumbled into your ear as he snapped the strap of your bra against your skin.

“we’re in a bathroom eren, i don’t-“ you tried to reason with him, but any inkling of a rational thought was long gone from his mind.

“what’s with all the protests? you had no problem following orders when my friends were the ones giving them,” he cocked an eyebrow at you and lifted his loose shirt over his head in one swift motion.

you could have retorted or made a jab back at him, but your attention was caught up in the perfect lines of eren’s physique. between the sculpted curves of each of his muscles, his dark hair tied in a loose knot at the base of his neck, and the evil smirk across his lips, you were rendered indefensible. everything about eren was so intoxicating, and the idea of letting him have his way with you right now, in this bathroom, was starting to sound less and less like a bad idea. you weren’t sure how long you’d been staring and admiring when his lusty voice filled your ears again.

“did you forget how to use that pretty mouth of yours? i’m sure i can give you a little refresher,” he faked a frown and pointed to the floor with his index finger.

without a shred of reluctance you sunk to his feet. he had you in a state of utter compliance now, and all he had to do was mutter a few arrogant words and take off his shirt — you were almost ashamed, almost.

after a few smooth movements of his fingers against the drawstrings of his sweats, the tip of his member was hanging mere centimeters from your face. you glanced up at him with giant eyes as he stared down at you with his clouded ones. between his raging hunger for your body and the high that was still clouding his mind, there wasn't a single coherent thought in eren’s head other than the way your lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

“open up, princess. if you wanna act like a slut, i’ll treat you like one,” he grabbed the back of your head and forced it forward.

your lips parted without even thinking, and he thrusted his full length down your throat without any warning. you were left coughing and sputtering, the walls of your throat constricting against his cock and sending a few curses from his lips.

he slowed down slightly after that, but kept a steady pace as he mouth-fucked you until tears were leaking down your cheeks. you were gagging and coughing and your face was stained with salty saline but you loved every second of it. his head rolled back as raspy grunts fell from between his teeth, his fist tightening at your scalp.

after he thought you’d finally had enough he pulled back and released your hair from his steel grip. his cock was aching now, coated in a thick layer of your sticky saliva and yearning for more.

“get on the counter,” he ordered, and you scrambled to your feet in a way that was embarrassingly desperate.

you boosted yourself up onto the cool countertop, positioned perfectly between two sinks and leaning back against the mirror. eren placed a firm grip on each of your legs, shoving them open and snickering at the slick patch of fabric between your thighs.

“you like being treated like a whore, don’t you?” he clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth and reached down at your panties before yanking them off in one fell swoop.

he squatted down so his face was level with your cunt, sticking out his tongue and dragging it up to your clit with antagonizing slowness. he moved the warm muscle up and down, sliding it between your folds and in circles around your clit — but his tongue was just barely making contact. and every time you bucked your hips towards him, begging and yearning for just a little more he’d pull his head back and click his tongue at you.

you were aching, leaking, and so incredibly needy for him and he knew it. he’d transformed you into the crumpled mess laying before him in a matter of minutes, and he was very proud of it.

“i’d start begging if i were you, or i’ll leave you here like this — a stupid broken slut with no one to fuck her,” he stood up and cocked his head to the side before beginning to tease your entrance with a single finger.

“ah- eren, please! i’ll do whatever you want,” you whimpered at him, a pitiful look on your face.

“eren? you know you’re not supposed to call customers by their name here,” he shook his head, “you’ll have to do better than that”.

“please- master, use me however you want. just please fuck me already”.

that seemed to suffice for eren, because after that it didn’t take long for him to shealth himself inside you and have your sweaty back slamming into the glass mirror behind you. strangled moans and pitiful whimpers slipped from between your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head in complete bliss. he’d teased and tormented you for so long that the sudden intense stimulation was almost too much.

he fucked himself into you so hard you thought you might break — your legs ached and your back hurt from awkwardly leaning into the mirror. but those feelings were quickly pushed to the back of your head because the overwhelming pleasure was so forceful that you could barely focus on anything else. eren’s length was grinding deep into your aching caverns so good that it was completely clouding your brain.

you let out a stifled gasp when he abruptly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and aching for more.

“why-,” your voice was so destitute and so, so desperate.

“shut up and stand in front of me,” he commanded, pulling you off the counter and twisting you so you were facing the bathroom mirror.

“look at yourself in the mirror and watch me fuck you,” he practically snarled, placing a palm on your back and pushing your chest down against the counter, “look at how much of a slut you are for me”.

the only response that came out of your mouth was a tiny whine of acceptance — it was pathetic.

a breathy moan fell from your lips as he slid back in, and your cheeks blushed a dark shade of red as you watched yourself get fucked from behind. it was embarrassing, humiliating even, having to see yourself like this, but what made it even worse was that you fucking liked it.

“look at yourself,” he nodded towards the mirror, picking up his pace and tightening his grip on your hips, “just a dumb whore who’s good for nothing but taking orders from other people”.

“only- you!” you let out a strangled yelp.

“what was that? i don’t think i heard you,” he thrusted hard, reaching deeper than he had the entire time and then leaning over your back so his head was positioned right next to yours.

“say it again,” he murmured, burning holes through your eyes with how intensely he was staring at you in the mirror.

“i’m a dumb whore, but only for- you,” you repeated, squirming and whining at the painful pleasure he was forcing into you.

“that’s right,” he flashed you a satisfied grin, standing back up and resuming his original pace.

the sudden shift had you clawing at the smooth countertops — desperately wishing you had a pillow or sheet to grasp onto for some kind of support. you flinched when you felt a couple of his cool fingertips find your clit, immediately rubbing hasty circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“i want you to come for me,” he locked eyes with you in the mirror again, “and i want you to think about how i’m the only one who will ever make you feel this good the entire time”.

his words were harsh but they sounded like honey when they flowed through your pathetically devoted ears. between his consistent thrusts and the pads of his fingers working their magic, you were a pitiful mess of whimpers and moans in a matter of minutes. your body twitching and legs shaking as you mumbled his name over and over — it was the only word your brain could comprehend right now.

seeing you like that nearly pushed eren over the edge himself, but he forced himself to last a little longer, wanting to milk your orgasm for everything that it was. he was genuine when he said no one else would ever make you feel the way he could — your head was spinning and your body was on a high that felt like it would never end.

only once your body finally fell limp and tired, signifying that your climax had ended, did he pull out and spray his seed all over your exposed back. you were a sticky, sweaty mess and your legs didn’t have the strength to stand even after eren was done coming down from his own high.

your face was buried in your arms when you felt a wet paper towel cleaning up the mess of semen off your back. eren tossed the towel into the garbage and wrapped his arms under your torso so he could help your pitiful self stand up. you let out a few pained whimpers, stumbling into his arms and wrapping your hands around his neck.

“that bad, huh? how are you gonna go back out there and work for all your masters? i’m sure they’re waiting,” he smirked at you, and there was no sympathy in his voice.

“i- i don’t think i can,” you whined, clinging to him as your legs continued to shake underneath you.

eren shook his head and clicked his tongue, helping you over to your clothes and assisting you with getting back into your uniform. even after getting dressed your legs refused to work — you were a shaky, stumbling mess. you sat in a pitiful heap against the tiled wall while you watched eren get his own clothes back on.

“i think you might need a new job,” he snickered, squatting down and lifting you onto his back once he was dressed.

you graciously climbed onto his back, arms wrapping around his neck and burying your face into his neck, “yeah, yeah i’ll get a new job”.

“good idea, because everyone’s about to see how pathetic you are as we walk through the cafe,” he wrapped his arms back under your backside to support your weight.

“there’s a back exit right down the hall, please take that one,” you begged, “please”.

“well. since you asked so nicely and did so well i guess you deserve that,” he complied, exiting the bathroom and following your directions to the back door.

but because you have the worst luck in the world, one of the cafe managers came walking right around the corner just as the two of you were about to leave. you buried your head deeper into eren’s neck, unbearable amounts of embarrassment and shame flooding your veins.

“hey man, she quits, sorry!” eren yelled and handled it for you, dashing out the back door before the manager could even comprehend what he’d just seen.

“thank you,” you mumbled into his shirt, and you were truly thankful that you didn’t have to speak for yourself in there.

“no problem, princess,” he adjusted one of his hands so he could squeeze your ass, making you jump against his back, “let’s head back to my house for round two, yeah?”

“r-round two?” you stuttered.

you could barely handle round one, and he was ready to go again? how!?

“i’m joking, relax. let’s go watch a movie or something,” he chuckled, hoisting you higher on his back and beginning your long walk back to his apartment.

you sighed and sunk into his back, that sounded nice. there was a huge difference in how eren acted earlier and how he was acting now, but you were a sucker for both personalities. you expected college to consist of classes and work and maybe a few new friends but meeting eren yeager was sure to make it a lot more interesting.

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dont-call-me-baby-posts · 3 years ago

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Blacking Out and Breaking Hearts - Chapter 21

Blacking Out and Breaking Hearts - Master List

Word Count: 15.6K

Warnings: Y'all know the drill at this point. 18+. Also, super brief mentions of dr*g use.

Summary: Y/N is a successful musician, trying to navigate the world of stardom along with her complicated feelings for her best friend, Harry.

Alternatively: The one with the Halloween Party.

A/N: ARE YOU FINALLY READY FOR THE HALLOWEEN PARTY???? BUCKLE UP!!!!!!!!!!!

I've been DYING to post this part for so long now. I'm so sorry to keep you all waiting for so long. "This is called edging".

PLEASE let me know what you think! Your messages are my favorite part of posting, so please lmk how you liked the chapter. LOVE YOU ALL!! <3

Chapter 21

“Do you want to come get ready over here?” You asked, leaning towards the mirror. Your phone was next to you, lost between all of the brushes and lipsticks and false eyelashes on the counter. Anders hummed thoughtfully through the speaker.

“I’m actually, uh, going out for a bit first.” Anders answered. You could hear his heavy footsteps moving around his apartment. “I’ll just meet you there.”

“Okay.” You answered simply.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, pleased. It was lonely getting ready to go out by yourself. You knew having Anders here would be no replacement for Logan, but still you couldn’t help thinking something was better than nothing. You wanted to listen to the playlist Logan always played when she did her makeup. You wanted to hear her squeal with excitement over your outfit, defying physics as she jumped up and down in her heels. You’d see her soon enough, though, at the Halloween party. You told Anders again how glad you were that he was coming, feeling the familiar twinge of nervousness. It didn’t dull your excitement, though, eager to get out there again. And see Harry, of course.

Harry had been at a meeting all morning, and the few shorts hours that has passed since he left that morning felt like days. The last few days since he’d gotten home had been “off days”, meaning you two had only gotten out of bed to go pee or make something to eat. His hands had barely left your body at all, his fingertips tracing the curve of your spine as you laid on his chest, or twisting your hair like ribbons around his digits.

“I don’t want to go on tour.” You told him one morning. His head was laid on your chest, his eyes barely cracking open at the sound of your voice. You were twisting tiny braids into his hair, his breathing heavy against you. He hadn’t been sleeping well, he’d told you. He'd missed you too much. You knew he wasn’t exaggerating when his eyelids had fluttered closed at your touch, moments away from falling asleep.

“Why not?” He asked, kissing your bare chest right between your breasts as he lifted his head up to see you. “That’s your job.”

You knew he would say that. “I can’t be away from you for that long, H.” You whispered, dropping the tiny braid from your fingers. “I want us to stay like this.”

“Nothing will change, love.” He promised, leaning over your body to kiss your frown. You pouted against his lips. “Come on. It’ll be fine, I promise. I’ll talk to you every day.”

“That’s not enough.” You admitted. Harry smiled, trying to draw you out of the slump you were falling into. “Why can’t we just be normal people? We could get normal jobs and see each other every night when we get home. We could move to the suburbs.”

Harry giggled at your idea. “You’re too talented to be normal.”

He leaned up, kissing you again. You whined at him, still not satisfied with his answer but falling into the kiss anyway. His lips were slow and deliberate, hands tangled into your hair. You brushed your fingers along his jaw, then across the back of his neck. You wanted to freeze time, to stay here just like this forever. Nothing would ever top this.

You were both naked, as you had been the last few days, so it was hard to miss as Harry hardened against you. He wasn’t in a hurry though, tracing the curve of your stomach and across your breasts.

“I can’t believe how much I love you.” He whispered into your neck, placing slow, sweet kisses below your ear. His voice was so quiet it almost seemed like he was speaking to himself.

“I love you, too.”

You whispered it back against his hair. He’d gone slightly scruffy over the course of the last few days, the stubble he’d accumulated tickling your neck where it met your shoulder. He hummed happily into you.

“I love hearing you say that.” He told you, placing a firmer kiss on your mouth. “I love you.” He repeated over and over again, his lips meeting yours between each confession.

There was something about the way the light spread through the bedroom that made everything feel like a dream. The soft white light coming in through the curtains painted everything in a lovely kind of tone, the bedsheets somehow whiter, Harry’s eyes even brighter when they met yours. Sunlight kissed his skin everywhere, the way you always longed to.

“You think we’ll be together forever?” You asked him, distracted by the way the light bounced off each of his curls. You hadn’t let yourself think much about it but you were so desperately in love in that very moment that you couldn’t push away the thought that either you’d stay together forever or eventually break up.

“Forever, sunflower.” He swore. He pressed a kiss to your temple to seal his oath. He shifted his weight, pressing his member against your opening. You shivered, both from his words and from the contact. He looked at you, gauging your reaction before pushing himself inside of you. His movements were like his kisses, slow and sweet. You believed him that you’d be together forever. There was nothing that could come between this. Nothing.

“Harry…” You breathed, deciding not to break the gentle quiet that had filled the room. He breathed against your neck, placing more kisses along your collarbone.

“You know,” he said, not bothering to lift his head, “When we get old we can move somewhere far away. We can buy a farm.”

He couldn’t see you, but he must have sensed the smile on your face as he continued.

“No one could ever bother us. And we’d have little kids running around, too. We could plant parsley and flower.”

“And you could bake bread.” You added. He pressed into you again, making you suck in a breath. It wasn’t the usual conversation you’d have during a moment like this, but in the lazy morning light it seemed perfect. Everything was perfect. You dragged your nails softly across Harry’s back, making his skin prickle with goosebumps.

“And we would be married.” He added thoughtlessly, continuing his slow movements.

“What?” You asked, your hand stilling. Harry lifted his head, looking down at you. He smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“You don’t want to be married?” He asked. His movements had stilled, too, both of you just enjoying the view of the other person for a few golden seconds.

“Of course I do.”

“To me?”

“Are you asking me to marry you?”

“We’ll I wouldn’t do it while I was inside of you. I’d do something more… spectacular.”

“Well, my answer is still yes. To you.”

“Someday.”

“Someday.” You repeated. He nuzzled into your neck, peppering your skin there with kisses again.

“You’re embarrassing me again.” You giggled, “You really mean it?”

“A million times.” He promised. You smiled, feeling goofy and bashful and small. You imagined it, indulging yourself in the fantasy of you walking down the aisle towards him. Your mom would be so happy. As much as you didn’t want to admit it to anyone, you’d always been the little girl who spent so many hours imagining her perfect day, stopping only recently when love seemed too far out of reach in the blistering heat of LA.

Your voice was clingy and pathetic when it came out again. “Kiss me.”

He did, this time with a bit more urgency. You mumbled to him that you loved him, you loved him, you loved him. You felt him enter you again, his teeth coming down on your lower lip. You could tell he was using every ounce of his willpower to press into you slowly, wanting this tender moment to last as long as possible. But once you bucked your hips into him his resolve broke, giving in to you in the most helpless way. Your arms clung onto each other, memorizing each part of their partner. Harry’s skin was dewy with sweat, feeling cold against your touch where his back wasn't covered by your duvet. The last few days had been filled with many moments like this, but not anything as sweet or as loving and pure. This was different, unlike any moment Harry had ever given you before.

“I can’t get enough of you.” He groaned, making your heart pitter patter a bit quicker. “I can’t believe you’re real.”

“All yours, H. All yours.”

“All mine.” He agreed, his movements picking up speed. “Just for me..”

You picked up your legs, wrapping them around Harry’s waist. Your hands fell to the sides of your head, Harry quick to press your wrists under his weight as he held himself over you. The moment lasted for lifetimes, the two of you inseparable in every single way. His movements stayed at a steady pace for a long time, Harry kissing every inch of your skin that was within his reach. You both whispered all of the things that came easily into your minds about the forever you'd have together. You giggled into your kisses, both of you giddy and lovely and high on one another.

You let out a soft whine, Harry lifting himself just enough to glance down at your body under him. His mouth fell open in that cute, perfect way it always did, his brows furrowing. Usually when he was close he would ask you to look at him, or utter something dirty in your ear. This time, though, he lowered his mouth onto yours, kissing you as if he’d only ever lived to kiss you. He pulled out, using his hand to finish onto the soft of your tummy. You could have melted at the way your name fell from his mouth, warmth spreading across your abdomen. He quickly grabbed a tissue as your eyes fluttered closed, wiping your stomach clean.

“You’re so pretty,” He admired, your eyes fluttering open to find him sitting up over you. His finger tips kissed your skin, beginning at your sternum and traveling down to your naval. “Such a good girl.”

“I like it when you call me that.”

His eyes moved quickly up to yours at your admission, a smile bubbling up across his face. He didn’t say anything, his gaze moving across your features before moving back down to your body under him.

“What does my pretty girl want?” He asked, his hands teasing the inside of your thighs. You were quick to answer, telling him it was him you wanted. Only him. “You can have me.” He promised.

///

“Y/N?” Anders voice rang out, tearing you away from the memory. You flinched, dropping the tube of lipstick you had been absentmindedly running across your mouth. “I said I have to go. But I’ll see you tonight?”

“Deal.” You agreed, blinking until the image of you and Harry blurred slightly from your mind. You cleared your throat, trying to focus back on your task

“Thanks. For everything.” Anders said quickly, his voice soft. The conversation had started not too long ago, Anders calling you saying he “needed someone to talk to.” You hadn’t talked about anything in particular, so you weren’t exactly sure how much you’d helped. Still, you smiled.

You tried to assure him, positive you hadn’t done anything worth being thanked over. “Don’t have to thank me.”

“I feel like I do, though.” He explained. “You’ve, uh, you’ve really helped me out a lot lately. I.. I appreciate it.”

You could tell he was embarrassed, but it was too important to him to leave these things unsaid. He had been there for you when you needed him, so of course you wanted to do that same.

“You’re my friend, Anders. And all I did was bother you and clean your apartment.”

“Well I still appreciate it.”

You set down your tube of lipstick as Anders said his goodbye. You stopped him right before he hung up, though, deciding to be brave and say those things you didn’t want left unsaid like he had.

“Anders, you know you can… talk to me about stuff. Right?”

“Sure.”

“No, like…” You paused, trying to navigate your next few words carefully. “I mean you can tell me about how you’re doing. I don’t want you to take this the wrong way but I can tell you’re having a… hard time right now and I want to help. If I can.”

He laughed the same way he always did when you tried this line of questioning.

“I’m good.” He insisted. “I would tell you if I wasn’t. I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Byyyyye.”

“Byyyyyyyyyye.”

You hoped he meant what he said.

///

Rachel’s house was probably the biggest that you had been to, ever. She came from a very rich, very famous family, so you weren’t exactly surprised. You had never been here before but it suddenly made sense to you why Logan was always here. There were men in suits walking around outside, waiting to let people inside. One of them offered to take your coat, which you hesitantly handed off to him. Another man in a bowtie offered you a glass of champagne. It was kind of overwhelming, being surrounded by so many people all tripping over themselves to serve you. It made you uncomfortable, the way they were waiting on you. You were more than happy to hang your own coat, or pour your own drink. You didn’t want to be rude, though, thanking them for their help as you stepped inside.

The plan was simple, and set in stone. You would arrive now, find Logan somewhere inside. You would take a few pictures to post online (Bethany was begging you to be more active on Instagram), and Harry would arrive exactly 35 minutes after you. The rule was that you couldn’t arrive or leave at the same time. It didn’t matter what you did while you were inside, really, since there wouldn’t be any paparazzi in the mansion taking photos. There was an unspoken rule in this strange world; you minded your own business, and everyone else would mind theirs. It didn’t matter what they saw, as long as there was an understanding between you that you hadn’t seen anything, either. Obviously, it was still prohibited by the label for you and Harry to ‘engage’ in any way while you were there, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t dance and talk and be a couple in almost every other way. Everyone knew someone who knew someone, which meant someone here knew her. It was better for everyone that things stayed quiet, at least a while longer.

The sequins on your jacket felt slightly itchy as you tried to navigate your way through the house. You, Harry, Logan, and Rachel had decided on wearing matching costumes this year from the Rocky Horror Picture Show. You were Columbia, Harry being your Frank N’ Furter. (The irony of this wasn’t lost on you, Columbia being the obsessive fan of Frank in the movie who bends to his every whim). Logan was Riff Raff, which was hysterical, and Rachel was Magenta. You couldn’t help being a little bit jealous of how close they had gotten, dressing as the iconic sibling duo from the movie and spending so much time together while you were with Harry. In fairness, though, that was exactly what had happened. You had spent so much time with Harry that it wasn’t fair for you to expect Logan to just wait around and not hang out with anyone else. You really didn’t mind them being friends, you just hoped that you wouldn’t end up being replaced. Harry could never replace Logan. There was a clear distinction between the two of them, for obvious reasons. Regardless, you continued, clutching your glass so that it wouldn’t spill on anyone as you searched for Logan.

You spotted them, finally, running up to them. They let out little excited screams, Rachel welcoming you to her home and thanking you for coming.

“It’s about time you finally came over!” Rachel yelled, holding you. She was stunning, her hair pulled into tight, messy curls. She was wearing a maid outfit, the same one Magenta wore in Rocky, and with torn, distressed fishnets.

“Thank you for inviting me!” You responded, hugging her again. “I’m so excited!”

“Of course I invited you.” She said, smiling. “You’re Logan’s best friend. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You thought you could see Logan blush, but the heavy makeup on her face made it hard to tell. Logan was wearing a suit, her long blond hair slicked back away from her face. Her character Riff Raff was probably the most unappealing, nasty character in the movie, and yet she was somehow able to pull it off and make it look glamorous. She had heavy eyeshadow around her eyes and a dark contour, making her appear both gaunt and beautiful at the same time. You almost grinned at the irony, Logan's character being overwhelmed with jealousy in the movie when that was all you could feel as you looked at her. Riff Raff was always cast aside and forgotten, and his feelings of inadequacy were manifesting inside of you instead of her as you all hugged and said hellos, your chest feeling tight and hot. Logan leaned into you, her lips almost touching your ear as she whispered.

“Harry should be here any minute, right? Did you see his costume yet?”

You shook your head. “Yeah, he’s on his way now. But he wouldn’t let me see the fit, yet. He’s had it hidden in his closet for a week now ‘cuz it's a surprise’.”

You all enjoyed casual conversation, your eyes scanning the room every few seconds to see if Harry had arrived yet. You were working on your second glass of champagne now, trying to pace yourself but your excited nerves egging you on to drink more, more, more. Rachel had someone (A friend? An employee?) come over to take some photos of the three of you. You felt glamorous, even posing next to these two perfect bodies. You were wearing a corset, which was pulled as tight as it could go around your waist. It was covered in tiny gems and stones and was covered by a short, golden jacket. You wore tight black shorts and tights with sparkly silver heels. You, of course, also had on the iconic red bow tie that went with Columbia’s look. You looked outrageous and gaudy, but it was for some strange reason the most beautiful you had felt in ages. It was such a nice feeling, becoming someone totally different who could look and act however they wanted. Instead of playing the character you were forced to everyday of your life, you got to play someone new.

Rachel scrolled through the pictures on her phone, each of you ooh-ing and ahh-ing at how incredible they turned out. Note to self, you thought, you needed to hire whoever these models were using to take their pictures, for every occasion. You made small talk with everyone, your blood already starting to become tainted by alcohol, your words coming out easily instead of discombobulated and nervous. There were so many celebrities here that you had never met before that you couldn’t even think of approaching. It made your heart pound, seeing these icons in the flesh having perfectly normal conversations with their friends.

You could hear a laugh, somewhere not too far away, which caught your attention. You excused yourself, finding Harry in the crowd easily. You yelled his name, running over to him before jumping into his arms. The corset made it hard to grab on but you tried your best as Harry lifted you in a hug. He set you down, his eyes already sparkling the way they always did when he was surrounded by people. Unlike you, he thrived in environments like this. He loved the attention, the compliments from strangers, the glances from across the room. He was more himself than ever when he was enjoying eyes on him like this. It was more of a performance for him, parties like this, Harry usually shy but easily flipping the switch when he felt comfortable. You, on the other hand, would normally turn into yourself in moments like these, wanting to become small and invisible. But that’s what the drinks were for. To make you want to take up space.

You took in Harry’s costume in front of you, your eyes pinching in laughter immediately. Your stomach hurt straining against the corset from laughing so hard.

“You don’t like it?” He asked, gesturing to himself. He had a broad smile across his face. He had on the seafoam green surgical gown from the movie, with a pair of black fishnets underneath. He had on his infamous pearl necklace and a pair of perfectly shiny and perfectly pointed black heels. On his face, he had a brushing of black eyeshadow, a deep red lipstick painted across his perfect mouth. He looked incredible. He was handsome and beautiful and everything else in between.

“I love it.” You told him, your cheeks already sore from smiling so much. You wanted to lean up on your tippy toes to kiss him, his face even further away from yours than normal thanks to the few extra inches his shoes granted him. You resisted, though, instead just telling him with your eyes everything that you wanted to do.

You both found Logan and Rachel, the girls screaming over Harry’s outfit. You took more pictures, Harry on one end next to Logan and you on the other next to Rachel. His hand found yours behind their backs, his fingers brushing yours.

The night went on, the discreet glances turning into discreet touches on the leg, arms around your shoulder, hands brushing hair away from faces. You were conscious of those around you, knowing that anyone and everyone could be taking a picture you just happened to be in the background of.

“Who cares?” Harry whispered to you when you attempted to brush his hand away from your cheek. “No one can prove anything. It’s not like I’m kissing you or anything.”

“Bethany will kill me, Harry.” You said, but you were already convinced by him even as you protested. At least you could say that you did your best to seem unassuming. And he was right, anyway. Even if these ended up online, no one would have any more proof of anything than they did before. Everyone had already made up their minds one way or another about the two of you. Why not give them a little bit more to talk about?

Also, you had always been like this with him. Even before you were together, you had always held hands and sat close to one another. It would be more suspicious, you tried to rationalize, if you suddenly stopped doing those things.

Harry had had enough champagne to send you to the ER as hours passed, though in fairness you were a little bit of a light weight. There was nothing else to drink here, but Harry didn’t let that damper his good time. The only problem was, every time he went to get himself another glass, he came back with two in his hands. One for you for each that he had. You were trying your best to keep up, but you could feel the room spinning around you no matter how still you tried to stand.

Harry slipped away a few times, chatting with any and everyone. You weren't annoyed as you watched him work the room, instead feeling your chest sweet with pride. He was really yours. All yours. Whether the world knew it or not. You got the nerve to make your way around the party, as well, anytime Harry left you for a few brief moments. Logan kept an eye on you, making sure you weren't left alone. It felt like old times again, the two of you gripping onto each other's arms as you shuffled toward the bathroom. You giggled excitedly into each others ears when you spotted Timothee walk in, dancing hand in hand when another one of "your songs" came on (not a song you released, but a song you both had claimed as belonging to the pair of you, usually all the way back before fame and LA seemed anything like a reality). Rachel was a wonderful hostess, greeting everyone as they entered, never staying in one place for too long. You were selfishly grateful for that, having your best friend all to yourself.

"I've missed this." You told Logan, drunken honesty finding it's way into the bathroom with the two of you. Logan threw her head back in laughter, standing to pull her pants back onto his tiny waist.

"You miss watching me pee?" She asked, washing her hands. Her eyes shimmered at you through the mirror. She was doing better than ever, you could tell. She looked radiant and confident and like she belonged in a city like this.

"Yes." You said with a giggle, slumping down the door to sit on the floor. Your feet were starting to ache from your shoes, the cool tiles feeling good against your hot skin. "I miss this. I miss hanging out with you."

"I miss it too." She promised, her normal sing-song voice sounding the same as it always had before if not a little bit more polished. She pulled you to stand, pressing a wet, lipstick stained kiss to your cheek. "I'm sorry I've been so busy. I just- I have something going on and I haven't had the right time to tell you-"

There was a bang on the door, making you both jump. You buckled over with giggles as you wiped happy tears from your eyes, both of you apparently finding everything hysterical tonight. A voice came from outside asking you to hurry.

"It's like he doesn't know there's, like, 40 bathrooms in this house..." Logan mumbled. She flatted the front of her jacket, checking her hair in the mirror.

You followed her out back into the party, an angry party-goer preparing to tell you both off before his eyes landed on your face. Nothing to say now? You wanted to ask him, raising a famous eyebrow at him while offering a smug, famous smile.

"Hey, what were you saying before?" You asked Logan, voice strained over the sound of the music.

"Huh?"

"In the bathroom. What were you saying?" You asked again. Her face flickered with panic, a nervous laugh slipping out as a defense.

"Oh." She looked around her, finding Rachel gesturing for her from across the room. Her shoulders relaxed, realizing she had an out of the conversation. "I'll tell you later? Now's not really a... good time."

"Okay." You said, but she was already skipping away.

///

“Y/N! Hey!” You heard a voice call. You were wobbling passed the kitchen, a new drink in hand. You squinted your eyes to find where the sound had come from, trying to sharpen the fuzzy images around you. You saw Anders walking towards you, waving both of his hands up in the air. He looked happy to see you. No, he looked relieved. You rushed (sloppily) to meet him, Harry glancing away from his conversation with Logan and Rachel across the room to see where you were going. You ran to Anders, feeling drunk and excited, wrapping him in a warm hug. It felt strange to hold him like this, both of you usually hyperaware of any and all physical contact since you'd started hanging out. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to hug him, it was just… a silent agreement you’d made once the boundaries of your relationship had been set. It was like each of you wanted to make it clear to the other that there was nothing romantic going on, settling on fist bumps and high fives most of the time. Things friends do. But you were drunk and happy and you missed him, not even thinking twice before pressing your face into his chest. He flinched, hands hovering over you for a moment before hesitantly patting you on the back like an absent father you never hugged growing up. You pulled away, smiling broadly, breathing a sigh of relief. He looked good tonight, and not in a weird way, but he looked okay. He looked better. He was dressed as Kylo Ren from Star Wars, minus the helmet.

“I love the costume!” You yelled over the music.

“Thanks! Yours is… great!” He said, a confused look passing over his face for a moment as he took it all in. “What is it?”

“It’s from a movie.” You slurred, smiling. He nodded.

“Well it’s cool as fuck.” He said, looking over your shoulder at the rest of your friends. He caught Rachel’s eye, waving excitedly. “How’s it, uh, going?”

“Goooooood,” You sang, following Anders' gaze over your shoulder. Harry had returned to his conversation, but you caught him throwing a concerned look in your direction. His eyes narrowed, only for a second, before pinching closed at something Logan was saying. “I’m drunk.” You told Anders.

“You don’t say?” He teased, a waiter stopping by at that exact moment to offer him a glass. He accepted, looking back and forth between the waiter and you as if asking if you felt weird about them too. You did, you told him silently, widening your eyes as they walked away. He took a sip, grimacing at the taste.

“They don’t have beer.” You told him, that being the only thing you’d ever seen him drink. He shrugged, forcing another gulp down his throat.

“It’ll have to do.” He decided, throwing the rest of the glass back like a shot. He coughed, sticking his tongue out. “I’m so fucking nervous, dude.”

You pushed him lightly on the shoulder, which felt awkward and stiff but seemed like a good idea in your head. “Don’t be. You wanna come over here with us?”

“You’re boyfriend's gonna kill me.”

“That would be a great headline, don’t you think?”

“You’re funny.” Anders said flatly, the corner of his mouth turning up after a beat had passed.

“You’re making it weird. It’s not like he has any reason to be mad at you, anyway. We’re… bros.”

You couldn’t helped thinking you were hilarious, covering your mouth with a hand to cover your giggle. Anders thought for a moment, gesturing at one of the staff members for another glass before throwing the entire thing back in one go.

“Lead the way, bro.” Anders said, patting you firmly on the back like an old highschool buddy.

You brought him over to where you’d all been talking, steadying yourself on your heels as you took your place next to Harry. You felt Harry’s arm snake around your waist, pulling your body closer to his. His fingers pressed into your side, enough that you could feel it through your corset. You let out a yelp, grabbing onto Harry’s shoulder as he pulled you so that you wouldn’t tip over. He smiled down at you before kissing you on your face, almost right on the mouth.

“What’s the matter with you!” You scoffed, giggling as you nudged him away. Anders was catching up with Logan and Rachel, giving the two of you a moment as he told the girlies all about the tour he had planned for the beginning of the following year. Harry hadn’t even noticed him walk up with you, it seemed like.

“Just wanted to kiss ya.” He said like it was obvious. His face started to get that soft pink color, his eyes sparkling as he spoke. You liked the way his lips moved when he was drunk, just a little bit slower than usual.

“Not here.” You reminded him gently. He threw his head back, letting out an exaggerated sigh.

“Harry, it’s so nice to see you man!” Anders said, turning his attention to the two of you once you were done canoodling. Harry looked at him, an expression you couldn’t read flashing across his face. His brow furrowed, and you could see the moment of realization written across his perfect features as he recognized the man he’d found you kissing not too long ago. He pursed his lips, smiling tightly. Anders wasn’t suppressing his emotions quite as well, his face ghostly and sunken as he nervously waited for Harry’s reaction. Harry smiled politely, giving him a friendly (and short) hello. He turned back to face you, dismissing Anders completely, his body turning between the two of you as if to block you from Anders' sight. You cringed internally at his greeting, gritting your teeth as you forced yourself to speak.

“You remember Anders, don’t you?” You asked, wrapping your hands around Harry’s waist. You were hoping the soft touches and puppy dog eyes would soften whatever blow was coming, even leaning up to kiss Harry gently on the cheek. Almost as soon as the words left your mouth, though, Harry pressed you away softly, grabbing you by the shoulders. His brows were completely pinched now, looking between you and the man behind him.

“You’re Anders?” Harry asked, almost in disbelief. He pointed a finger towards your friend, a sinister chuckle leaving Harry’s perfect lips as Anders nodded silently.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He didn’t even remember his name? This entire time? It wasn’t lost on you the pieces Harry must be putting together now, realizing the true identity of the person you’d spent almost the entirety of the last week with. He’d been so understanding about it, not even thinking twice when you’d told him over and over again… If Harry’s tightly crossed arms were any indication, that gentle understanding was dead and gone.

“We met a while back..” Anders began, Harry’s stare making him uncomfortable. Harry smiled, nodding his head. He put up a hand, subconsciously blocking himself from the memory of the two of you together.

“I remember.” Harry said. You could tell he wasn't trying to be rude but his tone was sharp, telling Anders (unintentionally) it was time to stop talking. Harry’s grip tightened even more around you. “It’s so, so great to see you again.”

With that, Harry began walking away after a quick handshake and pat on Anders' shoulder. He smiled, more pleasantly this time, before dismissing himself. He easily dragged you by the wrist behind him, his large hands encompassing the daintiest portion of your arm. You were barely able to keep up, stumbling behind him. You chanced a look over your shoulder, Anders mouthing something that looked like ‘I told you so!’ as you were whisked away. You were bumping into everyone, mumbling apologies under your breath as Harry led you into a hallway. You walked for a while before Harry pulled you into a bathroom, a different one than the one you'd been interrupted in with Logan.

He didn’t say anything, releasing your arm and twisting the bathroom lock once you were inside. Ordinarily that would be a good sign, but the look on Harry’s face indicated otherwise. He was fuming, his arms raising to cross against his chest again. He was trying not to seem upset but it was all too easy for you to tell what he was thinking. You looked at him, confused and horrified and scared. Things had been going so well with you two, and you’d done everything right this time. You told him where you were. You didn’t lie. There were no more secrets. Even still, Harry gazed down at you expectantly, awaiting your explanation.

“What’s wrong?” You asked drunkenly, feeling sick from moving so quickly. You decided playing dumb would be the best strategy for now, letting Harry say what he wanted too before you dug yourself any deeper. Harry lifted his hands to his hair, raking his finger through the curls.

“That’s Anders?” He asked. He was mad, but his drunken state made him just look silly. You furrowed your brows at him.

“Yeah… you met him before. I figured you remembered.”

“So that’s who you were out at lunch with?”

“I told you who I was with...”

“Who you spent every night with while I was gone?”

“I didn’t spend the night..” You defended, pausing long enough to mimic Harry’s actions by running a hand through your hair. “You literally met him before! I don’t get what the issue is!”

“Yeah but I didn’t realize-“ Harry paused, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I just didn’t realize that was him.”

You were tempted to apologize, but decided against it. It wasn’t your fault he didn’t remember, and you’d been honest with him from the start about who you were with.

“So what’s going on with him, then?” Harry asked into the quiet of the bathroom. He leaned against the sink, crossing his arms.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, is there something going on there? Because last time I saw him you were practically all over him, and now you’re going out for lunch? Spending every day at his apartment?”

You took a step back from him, seconds away from rolling your eyes.

“There’s nothing going on, Harry. He’s my friend.”

“Since when?”

“What do you mean since when? He’s just my friend, Harry. I’m allowed to have friends aren’t I?”

He didn’t respond. He took a deep breath. He was being patient with you, as much as he could be, and you knew you were being hard on him. You decided to back off a bit, copying Harry again by taking a deep breath before trying your best to put his mind at ease.

“There’s nothing going on. I told him already that it wasn’t going to happen, and he knows that.” You started explaining yourself, your cheeks reddening with frustration and guilt and embarrassment. “He never tried anything. He’s just a friend, Harry. It’s not like I had anyone else to spend time with...”

“Okay.” Harry said when your voice trailed off. “I get it.”

“Okay.” You agreed, slightly miffed but glad he was being understanding. But he held up a finger, cocking his head to the side before you could say anything else.

“I just don’t know how I feel about it, Y/N… I- I don’t like it.”

Your hands met Harry jaw as he spoke, wondering if maybe your touch could be enough to make him lose his train of thought. You leaned up, pressing your mouth against his. He allowed it, only cutting you off when you tried to deepen the kiss. “Stop.” He said, his voice like a slap in the face. He turned his chin away from you, just out of your reach. You backed away, throwing your hands up, trying not to show how your feelings were hurt by his dismissal.

“So you just want me to, what? Never speak to him again? He’s my best friend, Harry.”

You wobbled on your feet slightly, trying to seem stern but struggling to even stand upright. Harry signed, deciding to let it go.

“I guess not.” He answered. His mouth was still pressed in a tight line. He brought you to his chest, holding you against him firmly.

You both stood there, wrapped around each other, in awkward, drunken silence for a few seconds before a giggle rose from your throat.

“You look so funny when you’re mad.” You told him, holding his face between your hands. His eyes softened a bit, leaning forward to kiss your nose.

“I’m not mad.” He insisted, his voice still slightly grumpy. He tried not to smile as you stood there watching him, his mouth twitching as he tugged the corners down.

“Good.”

You tried to reach his face, standing on your tippy toes on your heels to kiss him again. He was too weak to resist this time, instantly leaning into you. Good, you thought. It’s over. His hands were on you within seconds, his kisses drunken and lustful and champagne flavored. You reached around his neck to untie the surgical gown he was wearing, letting it fall to the floor. Before he had a chance to try to unhook your corset you fell to your knees in front of him, tugging his underwear and pantyhose down his thighs as you went.

He let it happen, not daring to protest your desperate actions in his drunken state. His breathing was already heavy, making you feel warmer in the small space of the bathroom. You realized you hadn’t exactly thought this through, a lump forming in your throat at the sight of his girth before you. He was hard already, his cock springing up to meet your gaze. Harry’s hands gripped the sink behind him, the veins popping out under the skin of his forearms. You looked up at him, just for a second, instantly feeling more nervous than before when you found his eyes trained on you. You just knelt there on the floor, your chest heaving, begging your arms or your mouth to make the next move. You looked up at Harry again, who reached down to brush your cheek. As if reading your mind, he raised you by your chin, bringing you to kiss him again.

“Maybe we can just go back to the party.” He offered sweetly, brushing the hair out of your reddened face. You shook your head.

“No I… I wanna.”

“You want to what?” He asked, a cheeky expression on his face. You swallowed hard. You were grateful for Harry’s hands on you, keeping you steady on your feet.

“Make you feel good.” You answered him. Make you forget, you corrected to only yourself. He grinned, kissing you on the forehead. Your mouth felt dry, threatening to stop the words before they even came out.

“You don’t have to do that.” He promised, and you knew he meant it. But the aching you felt between your thighs said otherwise. It was like when you were with him you were no longer in control of what your mind or body did. You were helpless, unable to stop your knees from buckling before him. You'd been itching to touch him all night, too, and you were finally alone. You weren't willing to pass this moment up.

Instead of answering, you fell to the ground again, your knees making a soft thud sound when they hit the tile of the floor. Even standing on your knees like this, you could feel your thighs shaking, struggling to hold your body up as you gazed at his form. He was perfect. The tattoos that etched their way across his abdomen, the way his fishnets clung around his knees where you had left them. The black eyeshadow, smudging slightly as the hours had passed, it all made him even sexier than he ever had been before. Or maybe it was the champagne. Either way, the look he gave you as your eyes searched his face, combined with the way his thumb gently brushed your lips before pressing into your mouth, gave you the courage to lean forward, taking his length into his mouth. His head was immediately thrown back, resting against the mirror behind him. He cursed under his breath as your tongue slid around him, his eyes pinching closed in pleasure. You moved your head slightly faster, still taking your time to savor him. Harry let out another low grunt, his fingers tangling into your hair roughly. The feeling made you moan around him, his hips bucking forward at the sound.

“‘M gonna help you, okay?” He said, his voice thin and breathless. You pulled away from him, confused, your lips messy and glistening. You could see the red of your lipstick transferred onto his dick, which for some reason made your stomach tighten even more. You opened your mouth to speak, unsure where Harry was going with this, when he quickly used the hand already tangled into your hair to bring your mouth back around him.

“Don’t- fuck. Don’t stop.” He huffed. You didn’t need convincing, your mouth continuing its movements around him. “But we have to be fast, yeah? ‘M just gonna move your head a bit, okay sunflower?”

You nodded, as best you could, humming an agreement. You could feel your stomach tense in anticipation, your mind filling with all kinds of dirty thoughts. Harry removed his fingers from your hair, readjusting his grip so that it was firmer, his fingers securely weaved between the strands.

“You’ll tell me if you want me to stop, yeah?” He asked you. Your eyes flickered up to him, all you were able to do to agree being a soft blink of your eyes. “Good girl.” He hummed dreamily.

Harry’s hand pushed against the back of your head, sliding you further onto him, nearly all the way, before sharply pulling back. Oh. He repeated the action, your movements along his shaft no longer voluntary as he used your mouth. He sped up, his movements quicker and more firm than you were used to, making you gag around him slightly. You were taking him in further than you ever had before, his hips pressing themselves into you as his hand moved your head.

“Fuck.” He breathed, his free hand still gripping the counter behind him, knuckles white. His head no longer rested against the mirror, instead leaning down to watch as he pleasured himself with your mouth. His movements had little regard for your comfort as he fucked into you, his eyebrows pinching as his mouth fell open in awe.

“Such a good girl for me,” He mused, knowing you liked his words of encouragement. He tried his best to keep his voice soft and sweet even as the moment intensified. “You okay? You alright?”

You hummed around him again, earning a dazed smile from the man in front of you. He whispered a soft “good” before continuing. His curls fell onto his forehead into his eyes.

You could feel him twitching after a few minutes, a tell tale sign that he was close to the edge if the sloppy movement of his hips hadn’t given him away already. You moaned, eager to please him. You wanted to taste him, all of him, the memory of that night in your bedroom back home not too long ago fresh in your mind. You had thought about it countless times since then, normally while Harry was away and you were left to your own devices in the cocoon of your bed. You moaned again at the memory, your thighs stiffening.

“You like that, sunflower?” He egged you on, wanting to earn another sound like the one you’d just made. You gave it to him, unconsciously, the dirty words falling from his lips resting on your shoulders and making your body feel weak and soft. “You like when I fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, huh?”

Another moan around him, his grip on your hair pulling even tighter. It was easy to ignore the sting of your scalp as you found his eyes.

“Should’ve known you would…” He continued, “You're always so good to me, hm? Taking me so well…” Your eyes fluttered closed, watering slightly, your jaw feeling tense and sore even as the rest of your body was overcome with the feeling of Harry inside you. “Look at me, love.”

You did, fluttering your eyelashes at him. His eyes rolled back at the sight of you before pinching closed, almost instantly, his head following suit as it fell again against the mirror. You could tell this was it, the way his body stiffened in front of you. You encouraged him with soft sounds as he finished, his length pushing all the way into your throat. You swallowed around him gratefully, his hold on your hair eventually loosening and allowing you to pull away. You wiped the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand as Harry pulled his tights back up his legs. You clung onto him as you stood, Harry pulling you roughly in for a kiss.

“Was that okay?” He asked into the mess of the kiss, “I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

He pulled away, just a fraction, to find your eyes. You smiled back at him dreamily, unphased and more than okay as you stared back at him. You leaned back into the kiss, not ready to let him slip away just yet.

“That was amazing.” You assured him, his lips catching between yours as you tried to speak. “So hot.”

“You’re filthy.” He chuckled against you. His hand fell from your face, dropping between your legs. His fingers brushed you over your shorts, your breath catching in your throat at the contact.

“Only for you.” You promised him, the memory of your little spat over Anders still looming over you. There would never be anyone else. Harry never had any reason to worry about anyone, ever. All you wanted was him, over and over and over. Harry’s free arm tightened around you as your legs threatened to give out, his touch moving achingingly slow. He pressed more firmly against you, his fingers creating circles around your throbbing center.

“Only for me, hm?” You could feel his smile pressed against your mouth as you nodded. “You did so good f’me, sunflower. So wet already just having me in your mouth. I can feel it through your shorts.”

A moan fell from your lips as Harry pulled his mouth away from you. His eyes raked up and down your body, still fully clothed, before scanning your face.

“So pretty…” He mused, kissing your cheek once before watching your expression change again as he sped up his movements. “Bet I could make you cum just like this, couldn't I? Don’t even have to touch you..”

“Please…” You whined, knowing he was right but wanting to feel his hands against your skin. He relented, dipping his hands into your shorts and under your tights. He found his place again quickly, resuming his movements as you let out a sign of his name. Your head fell into his chest, his free hand coming up to stroke the back of your hair oh-so tenderly. His movements were gentle and soft, unlike they had been just a few moments earlier.

“I should take you home right now and fuck you, I think.” He wondered allowed into your hair, practically whispering, his lips pressing a sweet kiss on the crown of your head. “Think you deserve it, letting me use your mouth like that. Letting me do whatever I want with you...”

Your stomach dropped, the pent up frustration you’d been trying to quell as you tasted him coming to a head. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, warning you of the approaching orgasm. You wrapped your arms tightly around Harry’s waist, his bare torso giving you nothing to clutch onto. You swore you could feel Harry’s mouth form a smile against your hair, him knowing fully well what was coming.

“You..” You tried to say, pressing a kiss to Harry’s chest as you tried to form the words. “You can do… anything....” You had to pause again, clinging desperately onto Harry. “Anything you want to me.”

“That’s a pretty bold offer.” His voice came from above you, a small chuckle following his words. “I would barely know where to start…”

“H-” You were barely able to say as your chest tightened. “I’m gonna-”

“I got you,” He assured you sweetly, his arms still firmly holding you up. “Cum for me.”

You writhed under his touch, coming completely undone before him. The hand that had been stroking the back of your head came around to cover your mouth and it took everything in you not to sink your teeth into his soft palm as you came. Instead, you pressed a desperate, wet kiss to his fingers in an effort to keep yourself quiet. You whined helplessly as his fingers continued before finally coming to a halt. He removed his hand from his shorts, bringing your face up to kiss him once more.

“Good job.” He praised, a wicked smile on his face. His fingers, still slick, rubbed against your lips. “Open.” He commanded, your jaw falling slack again without a moment of hesitation. You felt the slightest pinch of pain as your mouth opened for him, still sore. He pressed his two fingers into your mouth, pointer and middle, using his free hand to push your mouth closed around them. Your tongue lapped up your own taste from between the two digits, Harry placing the gentlest of kisses against your forehead as you did so. He pulled his hand away, cupping your face. You felt dreamy and drunk and happy as you looked at him, satisfied for the moment. Harry’s thumbs brushed over your cheeks lightly, your skin feeling tingly and sensitive under his touch.

“Didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked again, his voice unclouded by lust this time around. His eyes were turned down in concern, his mouth forming the subtlest of frowns.

“No.” You promised, embarrassment an undercurrent beneath your voice. You had never done anything like that with someone, ever. You could only hope it was half as good as what Harry was used to. “I liked it.” You added shyly as an afterthought.

“You’re so hot.” He said, his face breaking open in a smile. “Best I ever had. You did so good.”

“Really?” You asked him, wanting his praise to continue just a little bit longer. You liked the way his tiny affirmations felt against you, warming you in every corner. He nodded.

“You were amazing.” He insisted. “Still think I should take you home, though. Feel like I owe you a reward for your hard work.”

You swallowed again, amazed by how quickly he could heat your body with his words even so soon after you’d gone over the edge. You hadn't even fully recovered yet. You nodded, trying not to look too eager.

“You’d like that?” Harry pushed further, never giving up the chance to hear you whine and beg and plead for him. He was cocky like that, loving the way you were so helpless to resist him. “I was thinking maybe we could take a shower, get all this makeup off and whatnot…”

You nodded again, your puppy dog eyes meeting his wicked gaze. He cracked a crooked smile.

“You’d like that?”

“Yes.”

“Please?”

“Please.”

With that, the two of you turned to the mirror in a hurry, wiping away smeared lipstick and smudged eyeliner. You were both pressed, shoulder to shoulder, leaning towards your reflections. His eyes caught yours in the glass, his mouth offering you one last taunting smile as he used a tissue to wipe the edges of his red-stained mouth. You helped him tie up his costume again, your hands running down the length of the fabric to smooth the crinkled fabric.

You exited the bathroom, Harry’s hand in yours. You both stumbled drunkenly into the hallway, your feet tripping over themselves. You fell into Harry’s chest, his arms quick to catch you. You both were in a fit of giggles, from each other and from the champagne. You were too swept away in the moment to stop yourself, leaning up to Harry to kiss him one more time before you reentered the party. The hallway was empty and dark, and Harry didn’t show any signs of stopping you.

“I love you so much,” He mumbled into your mouth. You responded by pulling him closer, your hands digging into his hair. You had never felt happier than you did, right now, in this moment, promises of all the things Harry would do to you hanging between your bodies. Harry pressed you into the wall, helping to steady your unbalanced body. He was everything to you, especially in this moment. It was like nothing else mattered, or had ever mattered, or ever would. You could have died right here and now and everything would have been perfect. You wouldn’t have had any complaints.

“Hey, Y/N.” You heard a voice come from the end of the hallway. You jumped, pushing Harry’s chest so that he would be forced to take a step back. “Styles, pleasure as always.”

Even in the dim lighting of the hallway, even as the house swayed around you, you could tell instantly who it was. He looked the same as always. He had one shoulder leaned on the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. You didn’t have any words at all to say to him, standing there staring at you with a nasty, smug expression on his face.

“Glad to see you two made up.” Chrisitan said, smiling. He took a step closer to you, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I figured this would happen.”

“No fucking way..” You groaned under your breath, not exactly at him, but loud enough for him to hear. “H, let’s go.”

You took Harry’s hand in yours, Harry leading the way further down the hall. Just as you were about to squeeze past Christian, he stuck out an arm, blocking Harry from moving any further.

“Hey!” Christian said with a bark of a laugh. “Slow down, ‘H’.”

Christian was wearing a devil costume, or a lame attempt at one. It was fitting to say the very least. He had a set of horns on his head, pushing the hair away from his face, his torso donning a red t-shirt. Below that, a regular pair of jeans. “Relax,” He said, still not moving his arm.

“Get away from me, Christian. I’m not joking.” You warned, not wanting to start anything with him. All you wanted to do was get away, to follow Harry outside until a car could come pick you up and take you back to his house. Your head was still foggy, your mouth still tasting faintly of your boyfriend. You could feel that dreamy, soft feeling fleeting all too quickly. You turned to look up at Harry, who had his jaw clenched in discomfort.

“Get away.” You added softly, turning your gaze back to Chistian. You tried to push past him, but he wasn’t relenting. You took a few steps back, wanting to at least put some space between you if you couldn’t get around him. You were so close you could smell that same cologne he always used, his body close enough to you to almost reach out and touch. You went cold with panic, remembering the way his hands had held you down before. The way that same cologne had mixed with the smell of liquor and weed...

More memories flashed through your mind at the scent, Christian laying across your bedroom floor as you sat beside him strumming your guitar absent mindedly. "We should write a song together someday," you had suggested to him then. You remembered Christian helping you carry boxes into your new house the day you moved in. You remembered Christian backstage at your very first show, waiting with flowers to tell you what a great job you’d done. You remembered shaving the parts of his head he couldn’t reach in the bathroom of his house, Logan smoking a joint as she watched from the edge of the tub. You had all laughed so hard that night you thought you were going to pass out from happiness alone. It was evident now more than ever how much time had passed, Christian’s hair grown out again. You searched his face in front of you, trying to catch a glimpse of who you knew back then. You couldn't see it, and it cut you somewhere too deep to soothe.

You had barely thought about him lately, but seeing him again like this was bringing everything back. It hurt worse now, because as those little moments you shared flicked through your mind you realized for the first time how much you missed them. You took another step back, for good measure, wondering if a few more inches between your bodies would make the sting go away.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Y/N. I was only saying hi.”

Christian took another step closer to you in an effort to close the gap, causing Harry to take a step to the side to stand between you two. Christian let out a rotten giggle.

“What do you think you’re gonna do, Styles? Playing hero again as always?”

“Fuck off, mate.”

It scared you that Harry’s body was shaking in front of you. He was nervous. Why would he be nervous? You wanted to scream, or cry, or run down the hallway in the other direction. But you stood there, frozen in place. Part of you wanted to retreat once again into the solace of the bathroom, to feel Harry’s hand wrap around your throat as he buried himself into you. Anything to distract you from all of the things you had tried so hard to forget staring at you from the end of the hallway.

“Fuck off? Try a thank you, maybe.” Christian began. You heard him take another step closer.

“Thank you?” You snapped, walking around Harry’s body so that you could face Christian in front of you. Logan, Rachel, and Anders had heard the commotion, each of them standing dumbfounded at the end of the hallway. Anders especially was confused, looking around at each person’s face to try to gauge whatever was going on. They had walked around the corner just in time to see you lose your grip, finally giving Christian the attention he wanted from you as you raised your voice at him.

“Do you really think Harry would be with you right now if it weren’t for me?” Christian asked, leaning so closely into you now that his face was only a few inches away. You stood your ground, wanting to show him that you weren’t backing down, or scared, or letting him win. Not this time. It was killing you, though, and you were scared. “Isn’t that why he came in to save the day, because you were so torn up over some kiss?”

You thought back, remembering the night Harry showed up at your house after everything happened with Christian. How he had shown up out of the blue, after weeks of not hearing from him. You hated the memory, and you hated Christian for reminding you of it. You shook your head, not even considering the possibility that it had all been a part of some plan. It didn’t make sense. Harry was always there for you when you needed him, especially then, despite everything that had happened between you.

“He came over just in time, huh? You’re so fucking stupid for buying that shit, Y/N. We’re friends and all, but you should’ve seen through that.”

“We’re not friends, Christian.” You said pathetically. "Please move." He didn’t let you leave, though, his condescending smile only intensifying.

“Come on, Y/N. Didn’t you think that was weird? What do you think him and I talked about at the party? Harry here gave me his blessing with you, though I didn’t expect you to put up that much of a fight. Neither of us did.” He paused, reaching out to touch your arm. You pulled harshly out of his grip, which only made him snicker. You wondered if he could see you cracking, if he could see it all falling apart right before his eyes. “Who do you think called the paparazzi that night? I knew they would be there. I had albums to sell, and I knew you were the perfect way to do that. It didn’t go as I’d planned, but it worked nonetheless.”

“What is he talking about?” You asked Harry. He looked at you, eyes wide. Most of what he was saying didn’t surprise you. It was easy to believe he had planned to have the pictures taken. It was easy to believe it was all some fucked up plot of his. But your mind was stuck on what he said about Harry.

“He’s just making shit up, like always.” He promised. He grabbed your hand, pulling you to look at him after taking several steps away from Christian. He grabbed your face roughly. He started whispering now so no one else would be privy to what he was about to tell you. “He’s just trying to get under your skin, sunflower. You know that.”

You looked at him, silently, your mind spinning.

“Anyway, in some weird way I guess you could say I’m responsible for the two of you finally getting together. So, yes, a thank you would be nice.”

Christian stayed where he was, seemingly amused by Harry’s hands cupping your face.

“Fuckin’ leave her alone, man.” Anders said, deciding suddenly to come down the hall towards the devil in front of you. His footsteps were as heavy as always. He was almost pressed against Christian when he finally stopped, his face inches away from his. “She said fuck off. Now go.”

“Who the FUCK do you think you are?” Christian yelled, shoving Anders by the chest. Anders didn’t take it well, shoving Christian back. His shoulders made a loud thud as they hit the wall behind him.

“Don’t fucking try me, asshole.” Anders bit. You couldn’t even interject, too shocked to say or do anything. You wouldn’t have even guessed Anders could speak like that to anyone, the sweet Midwestern boy who was permanently caught in a fit of giggles nowhere to be found. You could see Anders debating as he sized Christian up, his hands in tight fists at his side. Part of you wanted to see Christian get punched in the face, but you knew that wouldn’t look good for anyone.

“What do you even have to do with this?” Christian asked him, steadying himself. Then his face broke out into a smile, a finger coming out to press against Anders chest. “You trying to fuck her, too? It’s not worth the effort, bro.”

He paused for a moment, a lightbulb flickering on above his head before he landed his final blow.

“Or do you just want to buy some more pills? Sorry, bud, I’m fresh out.”

Anders face flickered with panic, his eyes widening. He opened his mouth to speak before giving up.

“Let’s just go,” He decided, beckoning you with a wave of his arm. He looked at Harry, as if waiting for him to do something, anything, his voice shaking slightly with anger. “We can go to my place.”

You were still frozen, though. What was that about?

“Y/N, let’s go.” He repeated, waiting. You took too long though, giving Christian the opportunity to continue on his tirade.

“Harry, you should tell her about that night. You should tell her about all the phone calls we had. Don’t you remember?”

Christian words were venomous now, trying to spit out the rest of what he had to say before anyone had the chance to leave.

“You should’ve heard the things he said about you, Y/N” He continued when he got no response from Harry, pausing to let out a laugh, “It was awful. ‘She’s so obsessed with me, I can’t get her to leave me alone’.”

You hated the way his lips curled into a smile around his words. You hated how his voice mimicked Harry’s accent, exaggerated and ugly.

“What is he talking about?” You asked again, turning to face your supposed boyfriend. Harry shook his head, but no words came out. What the fuck is going on?

“I bet he left that part out, huh?” Christian continued, not bothering to let Harry answer. It didn’t seem like Harry had anything to say for himself, anyway. “He told me allllll about it. About everything. We were all pretty surprised you turned him down to begin with, we all kind of assumed you’d be easier. I decided to have a go, but you’re a stonewall, Y/N. Or at least you were until he came crawling back, huh?”

Harry wouldn’t meet your eyes, staring straight ahead at Christian. There was something off in his gaze, and your stomach fell to your feet as you recognized the expression. It was like he was silently begging Christian to stop, not even looking angry anymore. Only scared.

“That’s enough, man.” Anders chimed in again, though Christian didn’t even seem to hear him. He gestured to you again, silently this time, asking you to come stand next to him.

“I kind of knew it was only a matter of time before you’d end up in his bed. What was it you said, Harry? You’d give it a month?”

“Harry…” The sound was forced from your throat, your airways feeling constricted and tense. Harry finally turned to look at you, shaking his head again silently.

“I didn’t…” He tried to say, his voice giving out before he could finish.

You glanced over Christian’s shoulder at Logan, who had tears streaming down her face. She was always crying at any confrontation.

“Oh, come on, Styles. It’s all out in the open now…. Y/N, Harry and I are quite good friends, don’t you remember?”

You ignored his taunts, pulling your hand out of Harry’s.

“You invited him here.” You said suddenly, your voice forced into a hush so that you wouldn’t scream. You were looking Logan now, her head shaking back and forth quickly. “This is your… your new best friend’s party. You must have told her to put him on the list, right?”

“I didn’t-”

“That’s why you’ve been so weird lately, right? Because you’ve been fucking Christian behind my back? Is that what you wanted to tell me?”

You couldn’t help your voice rising now. You felt a tear escape onto your face, but you tried to wipe it away before anyone here would have the satisfaction of seeing you cry. It felt good to finally say it out loud, to finally have it all out in the open. It had been bubbling under the surface for too long now, finally spilling over. You knew it all along.

“I am not!” Logan yelled. Rachel tried to put a hand on her back, which Logan quickly flinched away from. “I wouldn’t fucking do that to you.”

“Then why is he here? Why haven’t I seen you more than five minutes in the last month?”

“Because you’ve been with him!” Logan said, sounding more defeated than angry. She gestured toward Harry with her arm before letting it fall limply back to her side.

“Yeah, while you’ve been FUCKING Christian!” You snapped. You knew your voice could be heard throughout the party at this point. You couldn’t control it, your hands forming small, shaking fists at your side.

She didn’t say anything else, only continuing to cry helplessly as she shook her head back and forth. That’s what you thought. You knew that this was coming, but you’d tried so hard not to see it. It was all so obvious. Logan and Christian. Harry and Christian. It all made sense to you now.

“Y/N, let’s go to my place.” Anders said yet again, walking past Christian. He looked over at Harry, throwing him a look tinged with disappointment. He met his eyes without nervousness. “You can stay with me.” He offered, his voice soft and sweet in stark contrast to all of the harsh tones filling the hallway. You nodded your head.

“Stay out of this, mate.” Harry quipped, apparently finding his voice now that Christian was done. “She barely even knows you, she’s- she’s not coming home with you.”

Anders shook his head at him, giving you one last look before walking away. “Whatever.” He said under his breath, the words lingering in what was now a silent corridor of the house.

You walked down the hallway after him, passed all of them, not bothering to entertain any of them anymore. You weren’t sure where you were going to go, but you knew you had to leave. There were eyes on you as you paced towards the door, but you couldn’t have cared any less. You reached the lawn, Harry and Anders being the only two to follow you out into the yard. Anders stood back, probably unsure what to say or do, as Harry grabbed you again. You pulled away sharply from his hold.

You stormed out into the lawn, Harry close on your heels. The air was crisp and smelled clean, the way October always did. Goosebumps rose on your legs once the cool air hit you, your high heels threatening to sink into the soft grass with every step.

“Y/N, wait.” Harry said, grabbing your wrist yet again. You tried to pull your arm away, not wanting to look at him, but he had a firmer grip this time. You spun around to face him. “Where are you going?” He asked, breathless. His face was coated in a thin veil of sweat and a shattered expression. You hated the way it made your chest sting, wanting nothing more than to collapse into his arms and let him hold you until everything went away.

“I-” You began, realizing you had no answer. “I don’t know.”

Harry stood there silently, pulling his lower lip between his teeth thoughtfully. He dropped your wrist from his hand, trusting that you’d stay. You chose not to betray him, standing there patiently for him to try to explain himself. His arms hung limply at his sides, defeated. It was almost comical, the two of you standing there in these outfits, all teary eyed and serious.

“You don’t seriously believe any of that, do you?” He asked. You huffed a laugh, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

“I don’t know, Harry.” You said, your words coming out as crisp as the air around you. You really didn’t know what to think. It made sense what Christian had said. They certainly looked quite buddy-buddy at Christian’s party.

Harry’s eyebrows pinched together suddenly in disbelief. He smiled, a hurt, half smile, and shook his head. His eyes found a spot to settle on between your two pairs of shoes, his gaze intense as if he were attempting to count each blade of grass.

Anders took a few steps closer to you, not daring to speak, only the slight squish of his feet in the grass to give away his movements. It hadn’t rained, had it? It never rained in LA... You didn’t bother to look at Anders, not wanting to see the confused look on his face. Instead, you followed Harry’s lead and found a particularly tall blade of grass to focus on. Harry glanced over his shoulder at your only friend left, letting out an exaggerated sigh as he turned back to face you so Anders knew his presence wasn’t welcome. He didn’t take the hint, though, standing a few feet back, observing. There must have been an air around you telling him not to come any closer.

“Y/N he wasn’t even making any sense. You can’t sit here and act like you honestly believe any of that shit. He- He wasn’t even making any sense!”

Harry’s voice came out confident and authoritative, only beginning to waver half way through when you didn’t agree. His words came out rushed then, uncertainty dripping off of every syllable.

“You were talking to him? This whole time?” You asked him, finally meeting his eyes. His mouth was hung open in a mix between disgust and confusion. “You said all of that about me?”

“No! I didn’t! I mean, I talked to him that night but that was it. I haven’t spoken to him since, sunflower, you have to believe me.”

“Don’t call me that.”

The words came out quickly, almost like a defense mechanism. Harry’s face shifted, as if he’d been kicked in the gut. His mouth moved a few times, feebly, trying to find something to say. Any annoyance you had seen in his expression before had melted away, replaced with something that looked like grief and sadness and heartbreak. You couldn’t even stand to look at him.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. It cracked slightly, like glass, and you could feel your body beginning to shake with anger or nervousness or maybe something else all together.

“I don’t know.” You responded truthfully. It was as if you couldn’t stop yourself at this point. It was what you always did, though, wasn’t it? Lashing out at whoever was closest the second you felt cornered? You knew even as it was happening that you were making a mistake, that every word coming out of your mouth was a mistake, and yet you couldn’t manage to stop it. But you were hurt, and confused, and mortified. You imagined Harry and Christian, placing bets on who could get to you first. You imagined Christian laughing along as Harry mocked you, creating some narrative that you were the one begging for him when it had always been the other way around.

“You can’t do this right now, Y/N. You can’t do this.” Harry’s voice was shaking, tears making his already glassy eyes a bit shinier. You turned your face away from his, not wanting to see it happen. “I don’t understand what’s going on. I don’t-”

“I don’t know what’s happening, either.” You barked, making Harry flinch slightly. “Apparently I’m the only one who didn’t know what was happening. This entire time. And I’m just… I’m just so fucking tired of looking stupid all the time. Like everyone has this big secret and I’m just standing here fucking oblivious to all of it.”

“Y/N, he’s fucking with you. You have to know that… None of that was true, none of it.”

“How am I supposed to know that, Harry?” You snapped again, your own throat beginning to feel hot with tears. You felt shaken and upside down, completely disoriented and out of place. None of this made sense.

“Because I’m telling you so!” Harry shouted. He threw his hands up in defeat, shaking his head. His face was still soft, not hardening at all like his tone was. He wrapped his large hands around your biceps, as if making sure you wouldn’t go anywhere. “And you’re supposed to believe me.”

You sniffled, pulling out of his arms. You shook your head slowly, facing your feet.

“I don’t know, Harry… It just doesn’t make any sense.”

“Because he’s lying to you, Y/N! He’s lying! I shouldn’t even-” He stopped, throwing his hands around erratically as he spoke. He took a deep breath. “I shouldn’t even have to convince you that he’s lying. You’re supposed to trust me.”

His voice broke on the word ‘trust’. You knew he was right, maybe, but you had reason enough not to trust him, didn’t you?

“I just don’t know.” You cried. You wiped your nose on your sleeve, the sequins scratching your skin. Harry scoffed, running his hands through his hair.

“I can’t believe this.” He uttered under his breath. “You need to know, Y/N. You’re… You’re being insane right now. We shouldn’t even be talking about this.”

“But that’s what always happens, right? Something happens and I’m always just the crazy one? You get to do whatever you want to me and I just forgive you for it.”

Harry took a few steps away from you, as if being near you was painful.

“You- Fuck! You know that’s not true! Why are you acting like this?”

“Because!” You yelled. “Because Harry! You just keep.. You just keep doing things and I’m fucking on my knees for you the next day. No matter what happens. You got what you wanted from me.”

Anders was still close by, his head towards the ground. His hands were fidgeting in front of his body, unsure what else to do.

“No, Y/N. You don’t get to do this. I know I messed up, but you never fucking listen to me.”

“You keep running away!”

“Because you keep PUSHING!”

You didn’t say anything. Harry brushed the hair out of his face, limp curls falling to kiss his forehead. He paused for a moment, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands before looking up at the sky. He took a deep, uncertain breath.

“You do this to everyone. You push everybody away.”

There was more. You didn’t say a word, wanting him to go ahead and say whatever it was that he so desperately wanted to say. You were so tired of being tiptoed around, of having things hidden from you that you almost wanted him to yell at you. To tell you exactly what it was that was going on in his head, for once. He took the opportunity, quickly finding the rest of the things he wanted to say.

“You never even give me a chance to explain myself, Y/N. You don’t. You always take his word over mine. And I’m standing here telling you that none of that was true and you’re just… ignoring me!” Harry glanced over his shoulder, noticing Anders still close by. He lowered his voice. “You don’t get to keep doing that. You don’t get to make me the bad guy every time something happens. I’ve done everything....” His voice broke again, betraying the harshness he had tried to give to his tone. “I’ve done everything to make it all up to you. But none of that is true. You have to believe me.”

You looked at him, really looked, taking in the way his brows pinched in the middle. You took in the way his lips looked, the way his eyes were shimmering. You shook your head at him, walking away.

“Where are you going?” He asked, jogging after you. You stopped, turning back to him.

“To Anders house.” You answered. Anders looked up at you, his eyes wide. He looked like he wanted no part in any of this, standing there as uncomfortable as you’d ever seen him. Harry laughed, a tight, humorless sound.

“No you’re not.” He said, his voice firm.

He took you by the wrist, like he always did. He pulled you to his chest, kissing you hard. You could practically feel the panic rolling off of him when you didn’t reciprocate, his hands clutching desperately at your cheeks.

“No.. you’re not.” He said again, almost begging. His pleas came out, rushed and broken between kisses. “You’re not. I love you. I love you. You know I do. I love you.”

You pushed away from him, not allowing yourself to fall into his kiss. Harry’s heart was breaking right in front of you. You could see it all over his face. Let it, you thought. Yours had broken a million times, over and over. Why should you be the only one?

“You can’t leave.” Harry continued pleading. You walked towards Anders, who was still standing there dumbfounded. Harry spoke as he followed. “Please, sunflower. Come home with me and I can try to explain everything. I did talk to him that night at his party, I told you that. He asked me about you and I said that we weren’t together. That’s it. He- He said he was going to try to talk to you. And I was embarrassed… I was hurt, and I told him to go for it. I was trying to seem.. I don’t know. I didn’t want anyone to know how fucked up I was over everything. I knew I shouldn’t have told him that, but he was your friend. I didn’t think anything would happen. I didn’t think that would happen.”

“Well it did, Harry.” You said. Your voice came out cold. You knew how unfair it was to pin all of that on him, but you also knew how deeply it would cut him. You couldn’t stop the words.

“So you’re just going to take his word over mine, then? After everything-”

“After what? After you got your quick fuck? After you… you had me every way you wanted to?”

“Stop fucking saying that!” He broke. You could tell he was close to giving up, his hands coming up to cover his eyes. He sighed deeply. “How many times am I going to have to tell you? I’ve loved you since I met you. Everything I did.. I did it because I loved you. I tried letting you go, I tried explaining myself. I tried everything. And now.. I can’t let you walk away now. Not after everything.”

“You told him to “have a go” at me, Harry. You were… what? Competing to see who would fuck me first? I would never talk about you like that behind your back, Harry, never.”

You were struggling to keep the tears at bay so much so that you started choking on your words, your chest aching by the time you finished your thought. Harry bit his lip, hard, stopping himself from saying… something.

“That’s not what happened.” Was all he offered, his words short and detached. You shook your head, disappointed.

“What happened then?“

“I told you what happened.” He continued, his body relaxing slightly at your offer to hear him out. It wasn’t that you believed him, or wanted to hear his side. You wanted to see him struggle to dig himself out of the hole he’d created for himself. “He asked about me and you, and I said we weren’t together. Yeah, I told him I tried it with you but all I said was that you weren’t interested. He said something about asking you out, and I told him to go for it. And I am so, so fucking sorry for that. I didn’t tell him to fuck you- You think I wanted that? It was killing me imagining you with him. It killed me, sunflower.”

You didn’t bother correcting him on the nickname again. You weren’t satisfied, waiting for him to continue.

“There is no way I could’ve known what would happen. I.. I don’t own you. So if you didn’t want me, then why couldn’t he ask you out? Who was I to tell him no? I never said anything else. I didn’t tell him anything about us, Y/N. I would never.”

You looked away from his rosy face, towards the stars that seemed to be hung on every word. You didn’t know what to do. You felt embarrassed and stupid. The thought of Harry and Christian talking about you, about all the things Christian said… it made your stomach turn.

“Maybe I just need to think about it.” You said. Your resolve was breaking, your anger fading away in sheets at the sight of Harry in pieces in front of you.

“Think about what? We can’t just be friends again. We can’t. There’s nothing to think about.”

“That’s not what I said, Harry. I said I need to think.”

He closed his eyes, struggling to center himself.

“And let’s say you go home and ‘think about it’,” His fingers formed little quotations around his words, “What then? The only option is for you to get over it or for us to break up. And I can’t be your friend, Y/N, no matter how much I love you. I can’t do that.”

He waited for your answer, his face annoyed and impatient. He raised his eyebrows at you, pressuring you for a response.

It wasn’t fair. Couldn’t you at least have the night to sober up? Couldn’t you at least have the time to think about what had happened? What if Chrisitan was telling the truth? Would you even be able to look passed it?

“I don’t know, Harry. Maybe we need to be. For now.”

You wanted to take the words back instantaneously. That wasn’t what you wanted to say. No. No no no.

“No..” He echoed your thoughts, backing away from you slowly. “No. Not because of this. I can’t.”

You tried to think of some way to backpedal, to save whatever was left between you. “I just need some time… I just need some time to think about it, Harry. Please.”

You hadn’t noticed it happen, but you were crying now. Fully crying ugly, messy tears. Your chest rattled, your shoulders shaking with every sob that crashed over you.

“So what are you going to do, then? Write another song about how awful I am?” Harry snapped. Something was different in him now, his face hard and devoid of any of the sweet, gentle feelings he supposedly held for you.

“What?”

“Your song. I didn’t like it, Y/N. I didn’t. It was mean, and nasty, and dramatic. But you know what?” Harry paused, letting the question hang over you. He laughed as he waited, sounding exasperated. “I got over it. I moved on and I let it go because I love you. I always let things go. Every time you’ve disappeared, or turned me down, or told me I didn’t care about you. I let it go. Every. Single. Time. But you never do the same for me. You get so mad at me for everything, even the things I didn’t fucking do!”

“You’ve done terrible things to me, Harry.” You whispered. You should’ve seen this coming, knowing how Harry always acted when he snapped like this. The second his feelings were hurt, he hit you in all of your weakest points, on purpose. You tried not to let it get to you, but the ice in his gaze made it impossible.

“Like what, Y/N? Getting a girlfriend because you didn’t want to be with me? Having sex with you at some party, like I have with a million other people? Everyone does that, Y/N. You just make everything a big deal when it doesn’t fucking have to be.”

The air was knocked out of you. You gasped, literally, unable to process the words he was throwing at you. He was speaking so quickly now, his choice of words no longer thought out or deliberate. He spat each syllable at you.

“And the time I fucked you at the party? You can’t pretend like you didn’t want it. I asked you over and over if it was okay. I did it because I wanted you, sunflower. You can’t hold that against me forever.” You couldn’t even look at him anymore, closing your eyes. “It’s so… it’s so fucking unfair for you to do that to me, you know that? I feel like such a prick when you bring it up. And you bring it up all the fucking time!”

You could tell he instantly regretted what he’d said, walking back over towards you quickly.

“I didn’t mean that. I just mean-”

“I heard you.” You cut him off. You turned on your heel, walking towards the street. You hoped Anders would know to follow you, unsure what your plan was once you reached the street a few feet away. Before you could make it very far, though, Harry ran around to your front, stopping you with two firm hands on your shoulders. You didn’t even try to push him away this time, simply staring up at him. He was crying again.

“I didn’t mean that.. I.. We can’t break up, Y/N. We can’t.” He said to you. You could tell he was embarrassed, looking all around him as he spoke. His eyes fell on Anders, just for a second, before looking back to you. He sniffled, his nose running ever-so-slightly along with his eyes. “Please, sunflower. I’m begging you, please. I love you.”

You didn’t respond, still trying to process everything that had happened in the last fifteen minutes. Harry continued as you stood there, silent.

“I shouldn’t have said any of that, okay? I’m sorry. But I do feel bad about it, and I just-” He choked, restarting his sentence. “I just want you to do the same for me that I always do for you. Can we please just let it go? I didn’t say any of that shit to Christian. I would tell you the truth, I always do.”

You were totally numb, unable to answer. You didn’t nod, or try to walk away, or even cry. You just looked at him. You hated him in this moment, for the first time ever. You hated him, in a place somewhere so deep inside of you you hadn’t even known was there. You hated him because he was right.

“Please. I’ve never… I’ve never loved anybody like this before, ever. I can’t-” He choked on his words, taking a slow, shaking breath as his eyes glanced quickly above his head. He was moments away from shattering, you could tell. “Please don’t. What do you think I did? You think I told him to hit on you so I could come swoop in? You know that doesn’t make sense. I haven’t talked to him, not at all. Not at all, Y/N, I haven’t. I haven’t.”

Harry’s head fell, the only indication that he was crying coming from the way his head bobbed slightly as it faced the ground. His soft sniffles tore you apart as you gazed at him. He looked back down at you, pulling you in one last time for a kiss. You couldn’t stop your lips moving with his time time. Harry signed, relieved, into your mouth. You whispered that you loved him too, because it was true. Eventually, you pulled away, rubbing at your eyes.

“I just want some time, Harry.” You whispered back to him. His eyes closed firmly, squeezing out a few more tears. He couldn’t bear to hear you say it, shaking his head harshly.

“No. No. We can go inside, right now. We need to go inside.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Listen to me.” He said harshly. You nodded. “We have to go inside, now. We’re both going to have a lot of explaining to do when these pictures show up online tomorrow morning. We need to go inside.”

“I don’t want to go back inside, Harry. I- I can’t.” You repeated, harder this time.

“Y/N- Fuck! Y/N, you might not care about what people say about you, but I do. I do care. Please, for me, let’s go inside. Please.”

“You didn’t care when you were with her.” You said, knowing that that wasn’t what he meant. He removed his hands from you.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” He said, trying to keep his voice down but struggling to control his volume. “Come ON. Let’s go.”

You considered it for a minute. You always followed him, wherever he wanted to go. You followed him onto balconies, into bathrooms, into empty bedrooms at parties. You owed it to yourself to at least think this over. He was starting to get to you, his words worming their way into your brain. You needed some space to think clearly. You shook your head.

“I have to go.” You whispered. Harry fell, crouching in front of you. He covered his face with his hands. “Just for the night. Just let me think about it, okay? I just need to think about it.”

Harry didn’t say a word. He stayed where he was, on the ground. You couldn’t leave him like that. You dropped to your knees with him, your tights instantly dampening as they pressed into the grass.

“Anders, could you please give us a moment?” You said, looking over your shoulder. He nodded wordlessly before sauntering off, unsure. Harry looked up, wiping black eyeshadow from under his eyes. His eyes didn’t meet yours.

“What the fuck was he doing just standing there like that?” Harry snapped after a few moments. “He’s, like, obsessed with you or something.”

“No he’s not.” You said. You wanted to reach out and touch him, to brush the stray hair away from his damp forehead. You didn’t, though, just watching him. “He’s my friend, Harry. He’s just… worried about me.”

“He doesn’t need to worry about you.” He whispered, sounding almost like a child. “That’s my job.”

Your chest swelled. Fuck it, you thought. Let Harry say what he wanted about you. Let him do whatever he wanted, as long as he was yours. You were too tired to keep fighting, too drunk and too in love. You reached out, touching Harry’s cheek as softly as you could to see if he would pull himself away.

“So what, you’re not going home with him now? Finally sent him away?” Harry spat, remaining in his spot on the ground. He took your hand in his own though, holding your fingers against his face. “Figured you might just go all the way this time, since I interrupted you two before.”

“Stop it.” You told him, trying to sound firm but sounding weak and broken. You brushed your fingers along the soft stubble of his face, Harry’s head leaning into your touch. He nodded, agreeing to your plea.

“Sorry.” He mumbled to the ground. He sniffles one more time.

Crickets chirped around you, silently applauding what they didn’t understand. You took a second to enjoy their song, imagining just for a second that you were back at home, far away from all of this. You remembered how the crickets sang the same way for you when you swam in Layla backyard, the sky turning a deep orange. That color that only felt that warm in the suburbs.

“I don’t know what to say.” You told him after a few loaded, silent minutes. He shrugged, annoyed and hurt.

“You said what you needed to, I think.”

“You honestly can’t see why I’m upset?” You asked him. He stood, offering you a hand to bring you with him. You accepted, his fingers all too quick to release yours once you were upright.

“Sure, Y/N.” He answered. There were no more tears. No more emotion in his voice. “But I’m telling you it isn’t true, and you don’t believe me. What else do you want me to do?”

And so you both stood there, silently.

“I didn’t mean what I said.” You decided out loud. You hadn’t meant it. Something in Harry’s expression told you you might have waited too long to take it back, though, lines appearing around his mouth like parentheses as he frowned toward you. His chin quivered slightly, the only sign left that he still cared at all.

“You always say things you don’t mean. You never…” he paused, pressing his mouth against his hands that were pressed together as if in a prayer. “You just don’t think sometimes. It hurts me, Y/N.”

“You do too, Harry.” You reminded him, his words from just a few minutes prior still stinging your skin. You tried to removed the bite from your tone, tiptoeing around him. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. I love you. I believe you.”

“I mean what I say.” He assured you harshly, ignoring the rest of what you’d said. “And I know just because I mean them doesn’t mean I should say them out loud. But you… you just say anything.”

“So you meant what you said just now? All of that?”

“Of course I did.”

Ouch. So much for chalking it up to the heat of the moment. At least you knew now how he really felt.

“You know, no matter how mad I got at you I wouldn’t ever threaten to leave with my ex like that. Imagine if I had done that just now? Imagine if I would’ve spent a week at her house while you were away? You never would’ve spoken to me again.” Harry continued. His arms were crossed, blocking his body off from yours. You knew he was right.

“Anders isn’t my ex. He’s just-“

“A friend. Right.” Harry finished for you. “The friend whose lap I found you sitting on. Nothing that I should worry about.”

“I told him-"

“I don’t care what you told him!” He snapped. “If the roles were reversed, we’d be done! You know that’s true! Why am I always…”

“Let’s just go, Harry. We can talk about it tomorrow, when we feel better.”

“I’m still talking.” He snapped again, holding a finger in your face to silence you. “I’m always expected to let everything go. And I don’t think you’ll ever do the same for me, Y/N. I don’t.”

“I will, Harry.” You swore. How did he do this? How did this always happen, this role reversal? You were always the one who apologized in the end, no matter what happened. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again-"

“Don’t call me that.”

He turned, walking back towards the house. You didn’t bother following, standing there stupid and alone. All you could do at this point was cry.

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im so happy to find a blog with good nsfw content for literally all my faves lol we share the same braincell it seems! how about fluffy nsfw headcanons for Dabi, Shigi, Aizawa and Shinsou and well, Baku but I don't want to overwhelm you even if you don't have a character limit hhh, with a s/o that was completely inexperienced in sex before they got together? They grew more comfortable with the idea of sex over time as they used to be really shy about it but they're scared they'll mess up and disappoint their loves? If possible could you mention what kind of approach each boy would have for the first time with their virgin s/o? I'm just feeling some fluffy dick tonite ya know lol stay safe out there <3

Ohhhh my gosh, this whole thing gave me brain rot lmao, thank you for giving me this power <3<3<3

This also took me literal months to finish because life got crazy, so I’m sorry about that. Hope you enjoy it anyway!

TW: loss of virginity, gentelness, fluffy smut, unprotected sex bc I’m a whore (Y/N is on birth control), and as always all characters are adults especially Y/N

-Dabi-

> You are surprised by how patient he is with you. You were sure he’d have gotten tired of waiting, but he didn’t push. He didn’t make you feel badly about it, and the last thing he would ever want to do to sweet little innocent angel is coerce them into something they weren’t ready for. So, he waits.

> It happened so gradually. Over time, light kissing became making out. After a few months, you got more comfortable and it didn’t feel at all odd to fall into bed with him, cuddling and “swapping spit” as he called it, which always made you giggle like a schoolgirl at his crudeness. His hands would test the waters, but he was always feeling for nervous tremors and flinching, never wanting to go further than you were comfortable. At first, he only rested a hand on you lower back, drawing lazy circles into your waist, his other cradling your face gently, reassuringly. Eventually he could get his hand beneath your shirt, still just at your lower back, but he was content with his progress. Your skin was soft and you said he felt warm, and that was the first time he ever thought of his quirk as “sweet, comforting”, as you described the warmth from his hands.

> After a few months went by, he had progressed to the point of being able to freely roam your body with his hands, the warmth helping you stay calm and anchored to him.

> What continued to surprise you is how easy it felt, once you were ready. You didn’t even see it coming. He asked you, so gently, if he could take your shirt off. You told him he could as long as he promised to keep you warm. He went along slowly, constantly reassuring you, “God Angel, you’re so beautiful. I gotta see more of you, can I? Please?”, “You’re so soft, I need to feel more of your skin, angel, please?” You didn’t even hesitate, you didn’t need to. You felt safer with him than you ever had in your life.

> You realized, once you were both naked together, just how comfortable you were with him. And suddenly you felt like you needed to give him everything he ever wanted, and you knew he would do the same for you.

> It happens so slowly, or at least, it feels like it does. His hand slowly grazes down between your bodies until he reaches your core. You gasp, no one but you had ever touched you there, and it feels so foreign and wonderful. And warm. Once you begin bucking onto his fingers, an insatiable grin stretches across his face. He retracts his fingers, bringing them to his lips, and you watch as he sucks them clean. He calls you delicious and rolls on top of you, asks you if you’re ready for him. For the first time, you look down between your bodies and see just how huge and hard he is for you. When he sees your concern he kisses your forehead, then your lips. “I won’t hurt you Angel, I promise.” You nod and smile, and he starts easing into you, stopping every so often when he can tell the stretch is too much. He kisses your cheeks, your shoulders, your lips, whatever he can get his mouth on as he pants and mumbles little praises. “I love you”, “You’re doin’ so well”, “You’re takin’ me sooo well”, “God, you’re so beautiful, you know how beautiful you are Angel?”, “Ahh, you’re so fuckin’ tight and wet for me Angel, you want me that badly?”. The praises and teases help you considerably to keep you relaxed, and fuck, you DO want him. So fucking badly, you need him. When he’s finally seated inside you fully, he waits, clearly using every last bit of his restraint and self control to give you time to adjust. When you finally whine and buck your hips up on him, he loses it. “I hope you’re fuckin’ ready, Angel.”

>You find rather quickly that Dabi’s style is a beautiful mix of “fucking” and “making love”. He fucks you, hard and deep, so much so that it makes you see stars, but while he does it he’s caging you in-between his arms, holding you close while he pistons in and out of you. He looks you in the eyes, watching your reactions, quickly finding what angle makes you convulse and let out those beautiful moans and coos that he’s now desperate to hear.

>When he nears his end, he reaches down between you again to rub sweet circles against your clit, because no way is Dabi cumming first. It’s just not his style.

-Shigaraki-

>BRAIN ROT

> Shigaraki is definitely happy that you’re inexperienced, he’d kill anyone who had ever laid a hand on you before him. You belonged to him.

> It also means that you’re a virgin, which really gets him going because hes a pervert. ((He’s also secretly glad that he’s not the only virgin))

> He is touch starvvveeeeddddddd. We all know this. But at first, he’s so hesitant to touch you, for fear of destroying you.

> You are patient with each other, and together you find out what works and what doesn’t. He got some artist gloves so he could hold your fucking hand without hyperventilating about dusting you. He’s still afraid of you disappearing beneath his fingertips.

> You were never, not even for a second, worried that he would hurt you. You knew that he could, that he had the ability, but you knew that he wouldn’t.

> He wasn’t so sure, he was afraid of rolling over in the night and finding a pile of dust where you used to be. He wakes up from nightmares about it and has to wake you up to hold you while he shakes uncontrollably. He just has to know you’re alive.

> You both get more and more comfortable with physical proximity and contact together, because you both wanted it, you were both just so worried about fucking everything up.

> When the time came where both of you decided you were ready to have sex, you admitted to him that you were afraid of not measuring up to his expectations. All these “what if’s” kept popping up in your mind: “what if he doesn’t find my body attractive enough”, “what if I don’t know how to move right”, “what if I cant please him”, etc. etc. etc.

> He just looks at you kind of taken aback and confused. He was worried about you not being able to see him as sexually attractive because of how he looked, he was just as self-conscious as you. “Darling, you’re the most perfect person in existence, how can you not see that? Look at me! I’m... I... Look like this! How could I ever hope that someone as beautiful as you could ever see me that way?”

>You didn’t immediately know how to respond. You were... heartbroken that he saw himself that way. You couldn’t image him being self-conscious about anything because in your eyes, he was a god. He was perfect and angelic and you told him as much. You looked at him with such adorably big eyes and your voice was full of so much honesty and adoration, he had to have you immediately. He’d never felt desired, he had never felt lovable. He always thought it would be a miracle if anyone would ever be able to even stomach looking at him without cringing away in disgust. But you were so perfect and you loved him so immediately and so much that it knocked him out. He launches himself at you and just kisses you for a while.

> You both fumbled around a bit at first, trying to find what felt best. You both quickly came to the conclusion that you were going to have to practice together. A lot. As much as possible actually, because even in your inexperience, you both felt more amazing than you ever had in your lives. When you were connected like this, panting, kissing, licking, trying your damndest to become one being, it felt like bliss. You never wanted it to stop.

-Aizawa-

> MORE FUCKING BRAIN ROT

> Aizawa has an innocence kink. There I fucking said it.

> When it comes to the person he’s with, he’s a shameless flirt, and while he would NEVER cross a line or pressure you, he definitely does his best to get you in the mood whenever he can, much to your naïve frustration.

> At first you genuinely don’t even realize he’s doing it on purpose. The heated looks he gave you that made your knees weak? You didn’t think he was doing that on purpose, it’s just because he’s... tired? And he always looks so gorgeous, so that’s why. He ALWAYS makes your knees weak. Yeah that’s all it is, obviously.

> And when he comes up behind you, hands on your hips gently, and lowly rumbling in your ear. Sometimes it’s just comments about whatever you’re doing, which was bad enough. But sometimes it was mumbled compliments. About your outfit, how good it made your ass look. About how soft your hair was, how good you smelled, the softness of your skin while he gently rubbed his stubble against your neck.

>YOU COULDN’T FUCKING HANDLE IT.

> He was so soft most of the time, cuddling you while watching movies, cooking together, dancing in the kitchen with you at 3 in the morning after he finished grading papers. The shift that happened when he would get flirtatious was dizzying.

> You were nervous though, Aizawa was a bit older than you, and obviously way more experienced that you. One night while you were curled up in bed together, you told him you were nervous about disappointing him when the time finally came. He sat up and turned a light on immediately and pulled you into his lap. He held you and stroked your hair and told you how much you meant to him, how you could never disappoint him, how much he wanted you, and how he was willing to wait however long you needed. He held you until he was sure you felt better about it, and then he held you until he was sure you were asleep. You were the most important person in the world to him, and he wasn’t gonna let you think anything was ever gonna change that.

> When you finally got tired of his teasing and felt like you were ready, you decided to get him back. Before he got home, you put on one of his long shirts as a dress and started getting dinner ready.

> When he walked through the door and saw that you were wearing nothing but one of his black button ups, he had to maintain every ounce of his self control to contain the rush of feral need that suddenly consumed him. Now it was HIS turn to assume you were being innocent. And man did you play it up. “What’s wrong Shota? Are you feeling okay?” And you bat your big beautiful eyes at him. He was going to have a stroke.

> It wasn’t until you bent over and he noticed you weren’t wearing anything under his shirt that he realized it was an invitation. He came up behind you, caging you in against the counter, and growled lowly in your ear, “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He gently pushed his growing erection against your ass, making you gasp. Score.

> “W-what do you mean?” you looked up at him as innocently as you could. He took your hand and pressed it to the front of his pants. He groaned low in his chest, thankful for any friction. “Don’t play dumb with me, kitten. You know exactly what you’re doing. I think you should take responsibility.” You grinned.

> “Yes Sir,” he jolts at that, and you sink your knees and get to work undoing the fastenings on his hero costume. When his cock springs free, you eagerly give it kitten licks until he’s had enough. He grips you by your hair and gently guides your mouth down onto his cock. He’s big, bigger than you can take, but that doesn’t stop Aizawa from purposefully making you gag on him every so often. He really does get off on how innocent you are, the tears that hang in your eyes from gagging on his cock. He’s gonna cum soon if he’s not careful.

> After he’s had his fun making you suck him off, he pulls you up and carries you off to bed. No way he’s taking your virginity on the floor, he’s too much of a gentleman. And dinner, what dinner? Thank god nothing happened to be on the stove or in the oven.

> He sets you down in bed and kisses you, takes his shirt off of you and finishes ridding himself of his hero costume. He takes pride in getting you ready for him, relishing in your sweet noises and how wet you are for him. A fact that he teases you about. “S-Shotaaa~” you moan and clench down on his fingers. He smirks, “What happened to ‘Sir’, hmm? I liked that, you know...” All you can do is whine up at him in response.

> When you feel like you’re close to cumming, you whine louder and clench down harder and before you can reach your peak, he stops. You whine in frustration before he leans down and rumbles, “Oh no, kitten, the only way you’re cumming is if you cum on my cock.” You gasp and nearly convulse at his filthy words, but you’ve never felt like you needed him more.

> He fucks you gently, at first anyway. For as long as he can. He rolls his hips into you and angles his thrusts expertly, aiming for that spot inside you that’ll make your head spin. And he hits it. Every time. And your head DOES spin. And soon you can feel the pressure build again and you start whining again, “Sh-Shouta, please! I’m s-oh! So close!” He smiles, and decides to take pity on you. He pistons harder, faster, brings a hand to your core to rub circles against your clit and when you cum, you scream his name and he can’t take it anymore. He slams into you, chasing his own high and simultaneously extends yours. You’re seeing stars by the time he cums deep into you. He rolls over, bringing you with him. You lie on top of him and he strokes your hair, and you just hold each other for a while.

-Shinso-

> I wanna say this now, Shinso is Aizawa Jr. I’m so sorry, but its true. They’re both tired, overworked, cat lovers that just wanna come home and cuddle and pass out.

> He knows he’s your first boyfriend. You met at UA and pretty much bonded immediately. Now that you’re both pro-heros working for the same agency? It was only a matter of time before he made a move. And thank whatever higher power exists that you have the same schedule. More time for cuddles.

> HOWEVER! Don’t let the fact that he’s a cuddle-bug fool you. He frequently has to remember that you’re a virgin and you’ve never been in a relationship before, so you have no idea how much he’s affected by you answering your door on a Saturday morning you both had off wearing one of his hoodies that absolutely swallows you. Looking up at him smiling and yawning sleepily, rubbing one of your eyes and groggily asking, “What are you doing here so early? I thought we weren’t going out till tonight?”. He has to breathe deeply to stop himself from jumping you.

> Because much like Aizawa, seeing you so sleepy and soft and small and knowing how innocent and naive you are to all of the things you do that make him need you... is going to make him lose his mind. Quickly.

> Instead of an innocence kink though, this motherfucker has a corruption and a mind break kink. He wants to make it impossible for you to feel pleasure without him, he wants to make you need him desperately, forever. And he wants to do it without the help of his quirk. But that would all come in time, at the moment he has to stop himself from cumming in his pants because you’re bending over on your way to your room so you can change, stooping to pet your cat and his hoodie rode up your ass and he can see your lacy black panties and you were GOING to drive him insane long before he ever got the chance to make you his, he was sure.

> He had brought you coffee and suggested you just stay in all day since you both had such a late night. Watching movies and stuff. You know, normal stuff. He told himself he wasn’t going to try and make a move. Right? Right.

> But when you emerged from your room 45 minutes later, showered and changed, your hair still damp and a droplet of water drifting down your neck and landing in the dip of your collar bones, all he could think of was licking it up. How good your hair must smell, how your skin was still probably warm form the water... He was staring, and you pretended not to notice.

> You were nervous about not measuring up to his expectations. You’d seen the women he usually went out with, and how comfortable they were with their bodies and their sexuality. How beautiful they were. As far as you were concerned, you were nothing like them.

> He could see the gears turning in your head and the downturn of your mouth, and he asked you what was wrong. He motioned for you to come sit with him, and it wasn’t five seconds before he pulled you into his lap. After some coaxing, you let him know what you were worried about. He assured you that the reason he was so happy with you is because you weren’t anything like the women he had dated before. Because, not only were you far more beautiful than they were, they had also been conceited and cold, only dating him because he was an up and coming pro-hero that could get them into events so they could dump him for the first bigger hero they’d meet. He liked that you were soft and warm and he could trust you, that you had always trusted him, even despite his quirk.

> You talked for awhile, and as the morning sun drifted higher into the sky, you decided it was time to door dash some food. While he ordered it, you excused yourself the restroom. You needed to think. The heaviness of the conversation still weighed on you, and you’d never felt closer to him than you did now. It was time, you were sure. You wanted to give him everything he’d been waiting so patiently for, he deserved it. And so did you damnit, no more of this scaredy-cat bullshit! You gave yourself your best war face in the mirror before you exited the bathroom and going back to the living room where Shinsou was reclined on your couch. Head tilted back, resting on the pillow behind him.

> He was so beautiful. Lavender hair a wild mess, eyes closed and lashes fluttering softly. You wanted to kiss his neck suddenly, and unlike when urges like this usually happened, you didn’t shove the thought away. You quickly straddled him and, before he had the chance to question you, you began kissing up and down his neck softly. “K-kitty...” he groaned beneath you, gripping your waist, his hips jerking up against yours.

> After a while of your explorative kissing, he growled impatiently and flipped you over easily, pressing you into the couch. He kissed you like he might die if he didn’t, deep and slow and desperate. When he finally broke for air and looked at you, he felt his heart and his dick jump. Your flushed face and your eyes that were looking up at him through your eyelashes heavily, your mouth hanging open gasping and your kiss bitten lips, your brows softly cinched at the effort it took for you to remember you needed to breathe.

> He asks you if you’re sure you were ready, and when you nod dazedly up at him he doesn’t need any more convincing.

> He takes his time, he’s slow and methodical. He wants your first time to be an enjoyable experience. Something you can look back on fondly and remember how much he loved you, how good it felt, how comfortable you were. He wanted it to be better than his first time, drunk after a hero convention, with some woman who didn’t remember his name in the morning and never called him back. He pushed the thought away. He focused on you, on how perfect you were.

> When he finally thrusts into you, you think you want to feel like this forever. You tell him so, and beams with pride, pushing your pleasure further. Kissing your neck and praising you. Telling you how perfect you are, telling you all the things you do that drive him crazy, telling you that he’s never going to let you go, that you’re his forever and he’s yours.

> You cum together, and you think that everything in the world must have always been this beautiful. You spend the rest of the day cuddling, eating, and making love.

-Bakugo-

> No thoughts in this mans head. None. At least when it comes to romance. When you first start dating, you had to make the first move cause his oblivious ass just thought you were challenging him. You had to explain to him that what you were actually doing was called “flirting”.

> So when it comes to your first time, you know you’re gonna have to make the first move there too. He fears rejection, so he avoids the things he really wants the most. Which in this case is you whining on his dick.

> But he also knows you’re a virgin and he doesn’t wanna scare you, so he leaves it be. Trusting his fist to get the job done when he really needs to let off some steam. Either by punching shit or jerking off.

> One day, you do catch him jerking off, and you immediately start to (stupidly) think that you’re not enough for him, that he might leave you for someone who can give him what he needs. You don’t think he notices you having a mini panic attack in the hallway so you sneak back to the kitchen to catch your breath and think. Why HAD you waited this long? What were you waiting FOR? You guessed you had just been worried about not knowing what to do, about him getting impatient and annoyed with you for your lack of experience.

> Making your final decision, you square your shoulders and march yourself back to your shared room. You confidently open the door to find him ... waiting for you?

> “Tch, took you long enough. You done freakin’ out now?” He grumbles from his spot on the bed. You nod meekly and he opens his arms for you, an invitation you gratefully accept. He pets your head and continues grumbling, “ just as bad as shitty-hair, nobody ever knocks anymore. You shouldn’t be surprised when you just try to walk in like that...”

> He keeps petting your head until eventually you hit him with it. “‘Tsuki, I wanna... uhm...” you look up at him with pleading eyes hoping his quirk somehow suddenly allows him to read your mind.

> It doesn’t. “ You wanna what? C’mon, spit it out.” No thoughts, remember?

> You huff and blush and finally squeak out, “Wanna make you feel good, ‘Tsuki...”

> His brain stops working momentarily. When he catches back up, he smirks. “Seriously? It just took you gettin�� jealous over my left hand for you to be ready?”, he teased. You stick out your tongue and he grabs your jaw, looks you dead in the eyes when he says, “I have something much more important for that cute little mouth to do.”

> Your eyes go wide at his suggestion, even though it really doesn’t surprise you. When Katsuki wants something he wants to go all out, no half-assing it. You nod nervously and he laughs at your apprehension, allowing you to shift down his body until you were face to face with his fly. You undid the button and zipper with shaky hands, and gently guide his dick out of his jeans.

> Beautiful is the first word to come to your mind. Beautiful and massive, just like the rest of him. He was easily over six feet tall, and built too so it really shouldn’t have surprised you, but it did. For a moment all you can do is look up at him from your place below him, your big strong hero. You melt a little and you notice him smirking down at you again, “What ‘ya lookin’ at, princess?”. He gently strokes your cheek while you admire him, “You.” you reply dazedly. His smirk widens to a bear malicious grin, “Me? How come?”. A feeling you’re not totally familiar with, but you’re pretty sure is called submission, fills you suddenly and you feel warm and content. “You’re perfect,” you bat your eyelashes and bite your lip as you gently start to stroke your hand up and down his length.

>He controls his breathing, because he really can’t handle you looking so cute with his cock that close to your pretty little face. “‘Tch, and? What’s got you so worked up about it?” You giggle and nuzzle your face into the base of his cock and look up at him innocently. “I’m just glad I’m yours,” you smile and lick him from base to tip before gently taking him into your mouth. You’d read enough smut online to at least have some idea how to do this.

> He almost cums when you say that you’re glad to be his. His, he grins. He doesn’t get to think about that for too long though because your warm, wet tongue is sliding up his shaft and then your pretty little mouth engulfs him and he thinks he might hyperventilate if you keep looking up at him like that. He’d almost say it wasn’t fair, but then you start moving and he thinks that he could actually die happily from the warm bliss that fills him while he watches you try to take more and more of him down your throat.

> This is much more fun than you thought it would be, especially because Katsuki keeps letting out those little sighs and groans, you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. You hollow out your cheeks and suck a bit harder before taking a deep breath and relaxing your throat as much as possible. You lower yourself down as far as you can, pushing past the ring of muscle in the back of your throat before moving down further. You feel him lay his hand gently, encouragingly, on the back of your head. You’re surprised when you find your nose nestled in the light blonde fuzz at the base of him and you stick your tongue out to lap at the underside.

> He jolts when you begin your descent. You’re not really gonna try to deep-throat him, are you? He watches you, mesmerized. No ones ever even tried, always saying he was way too big. It felt way too good. He laid a hand on the back of your head to ground himself, quickly realizing he had to control himself so that he didn’t clench his fist in your hair or shove you down all the way and hold you there. When you reached your goal, he sighed. Your throat felt perfect wrapped around him, just like he knew it would. When he felt your tongue sneak out of your mouth and lick, he thanked whatever creator there was that your tongue was long enough to reach his anchor. when you start to move your head up and down, he can only take it for so long before he’s thrusting up into your mouth. When you gag on him, that’s it, he has to pull you off him before he grips your head and suffocates you on his cock.

> He’s nearly at the point of begging, but thankfully, mercifully, you seem to get the idea. You wipe your mouth and lie back on the bed, giggling at his abruptness and he growls in response. He kisses you, and praises you, telling you how good you are, how much he needs to be inside you as he undresses you. You’re surprised at how automatically your legs open for him, and you tell him how much you need him inside of you as well. You feel so empty all of a sudden. Until one of his thick fingers finds your molten core and gathers some of your slick before sinking into you and you gasp.

> He continues to kiss and praise you as he works you with his fingers. You whine and moan and beg, it’s like music to his ears. When he thinks you’re ready, he lines himself up with your entrance, sliding up and down, grinding against your clit briefly before continuing. “I wanna hear you beg for it, princess.” and fuck, did you beg. A beautiful litany of filthy fucking words fell from your mouth, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He sinks into you fully in one thrust, gripping your open legs for stability.

> At first you can’t speak, you can’t make any noise at all. You feel so unbelievably full, and you look up at him and his eyes are clenched shut and his jaw is set. He’s holding himself back. He’s trying to be gentle with you because it’s your first time. He really is very sweet when he wants to be. You raise a shaky hand to his face and he leans into it. He met your eyes and you watch as his control falters when he sees you bent in half like this. You smile, “Katsuki, please”, is all you can say. It seems to open the flood gates. For all his self control, he pounds into you mercilessly and it fills you with the most intense feeling of ecstasy. “F-fuck ‘Tsuki, you feel s-so fucking good,” you moan and gasp brokenly.

> He cums hard. Grunting, growling, and near snarling the whole way through. You’re seeing stars, even though you haven’t cum. It had felt so fucking amazing, and you’re more than content with that. Katsuki is definitely not however, and is intent on eating you out until you beg for mercy. He always takes such good care of you.

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When Enough is Enough pt. II

Imagine being let down one too many times by your best friend, only to end up making some new ones in the process.

Words: 8.5K Author’s Note: Okay so some of you asked to only be added to part 2 of this while others asked to be added everything Bucky.. and a few others weren’t exactly clear. So if you want to be tagged in any future Bucky related imagines please let me know so I can get your blog name written down on my list.

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The Sunday before you are to return to work, you sleep in until nine in the morning. Your thoughts are immediately on Bucky's impending arrival and you couldn't help the butterflies that took flight in your stomach. He's a friend, just as all the others are, but you couldn't help but notice just how attractive this new friend of yours is. But not only does his attractiveness draw you in, his easy-going teasing and protectiveness does too. However, Bucky Barnes is still a man trying to find his footing in this world after all that's been done to him and finally getting his name cleared, and if he finds comfort with you then you're going to try your best and be the friend he needs.

So since you're not dressing to impress, you dress in your favorite lazy outfit after your shower- leggings, sports bra, a faded sleeveless band tee with the arm holes having been cut down to around your ribs, and a pair of socks. Damp hair gets gathered up into a messy bun and you walk around your apartment to pick up some things you had unknowingly left out.

You've skipped breakfast, so when there's a knock on your door and you open up to find Bucky standing there, you groan in relief. He raises both hands with paper bags hanging from each. "I come bearing sushi. Wanda let it slip how much you love it."

"Yesss." You step back, quickly taking in his own comfort outfit of sweatpants and a plain black t-shirt under an opened jacket. "Did you bring plenty of wasabi? And you can just kick off your shoes anywhere."

"Of course." He hands you the bags so he can kick off his shoes and strip out of his jacket before hanging it up. You don't know why, but seeing him in a short sleeve shirt makes you happy, knowing full well he was weird about his metal arm being out in the open. "And plenty of dipping sauce as well. Wanda was more than happy to give me advice."

"Wanda, huh?" You chuckle, leading the way to your kitchen. "You actually told her where'd you be?"

"Apparently I looked very pensive this morning. She asked and I figured she was a better confidant than Steve or Sam who would have made a big deal about us hanging out."

"True." Setting the bags down, you let him empty them while you head to the fridge. "Beer?"

"Yeah."

Grabbing him a beer and yourself a can of Cola, you return to the table and your eyes widen at the sight of all the sushi. "Damn, Barnes. That's a lot of sushi."

"Don't act like you won't eat half of it."

You laugh as you take a seat, handing him his beer and pulling a few trays to your side of the table. You take a container of wasabi and dipping sauce for yourself, and grab a pair of chopsticks to start digging in.

You moan in delight at your first taste, happily shimmying in your seat before taking another. Eventually, you ask, "So what are you going to do when I'm back at work and I can't keep you entertained by getting shitfaced?"

Bucky grins around his mouthful of food before chasing it down with a swig of his beer. "We actually got a mission comin' up so I'll be leavin' around mid-week."

"Well that sucks." You sigh. "Now who am I going to send random pictures to when I have downtime at work?"

He grins. "You can still send them to me. I just won't get back to you until after the mission's complete."

"Yeah, yeah."

The two of you continue to eat- Bucky dodging Steve's texts about where he is and when he's coming back, and you sending the middle finger emoji over and over to Wanda who keeps wondering how your date is going. Then once most of the sushi is gone and Bucky puts what little is left into the fridge, the two of you head to the living room. You immediately flop onto the couch as Bucky takes the plush recliner, only for you to hear him moving the chair into its reclined position seconds later.

"Oh. I definitely need to get one of these."

You laugh as he snuggles down and you pick up the remote to bring up your streaming services. "Anything you've been meaning to watch?"

"Not really. Just show me your favorites."

You start off with some humor by playing the Goonies. It's a movie that no matter how many times you've seen it, it always seems to make you laugh. And it seems Bucky is not immune either when they make Chunk to the truffle shuffle. Titanic plays afterwards, but only after making sure Bucky found it somewhat interesting after reading the movie summary to him. He is interested from beginning to end and doesn't even laugh at you when you shed a few tears for the old married couple who opt to stay in their bed as the room floods.

When a break is needed, you head off towards the bathroom as Bucky finishes off the leftover sushi. Both of you check your phones and read each other the missed text messages from Steve and his worrying behavior.

"Wanna tell Steve to fuck off via video message?" Bucky takes a moment to think on it before he grins and nods. "Excellent. Sit in the recliner. I'm gonna crawl up all in your business. That okay?"

"Yeah."

As Bucky gets comfortable in the recliner, you sit on the armrest before sliding down sideways onto his lap. You bring up the camera app on your phone and switch it to video, sliding your right arm behind Bucky's neck while holding your left arm out to capture the two of you on the screen. "Ready?"

"Sure, doll."

You chuckle quietly and then smirk mischievously as Bucky relaxes his expression into his best resting bitch face. After you hit record, you say, "Hey Rogers, stop being a little bitch and sending us text after text. I'm tryin' to fuck your best friend here." Bucky's expression cracks as he barks out a laugh and you turn to face him while grinning. You share a laugh with him before facing the camera once more. "Only joking, but seriously stop buggin' us. I promise to send him back in one piece."

As you prepare to send the text to Steve, Bucky says, "You're terrible."

"Whatever. Admit it, you adore me."

"Occasionally."

You huff another laugh as the video message finally sends. You and Bucky both watch as the delivered status turns to read, and then those three little dots appear as Steve starts typing his reply.

"Tell Bucky to wrap it before he taps it." You burst out laughing at Steve's text, Bucky's rumbling laughter only fueling yours even more. "God I hate your best friend sometimes." And before you climb off Bucky's lap, because honestly you were getting a little too comfortable, you send Steve a few middle finger emojis before deciding on a third movie to watch.

The third movie you choose is one that never fails to make you laugh- Bridesmaids. You had a moment of hesitancy because of the sex scenes, but you figured they were ridiculous enough that it wouldn't be awkward. Thankfully you're correct and you get the added bonus of hearing Bucky's laughter again during Megan's scenes, especially when they get food poisoning and are all fighting for the bathroom.

You and Bucky take yet another break after the film, just stretching and finding something to drink.

"So what's the verdict, Barnes? Are you enjoying the films?"

He grins. "Your taste is all over the place, huh? That last one we watched was raunchy."

"But hilarious! You need to watch the Hangover trilogy, but you definitely need to watch that with Steve and then watch him squirm at the pictures that roll with the credits."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Jurassic Park holds his attention and he can't help but comment how stupid one has to be to replicate dinosaur DNA and then open up a park with live dinosaurs. You laugh, but don't bother commenting. You'll tell him later there are more movies involved, with yet another idiotic man who felt he could get the park up and running once more.

It's getting dark, but it's still a little too early for dinner. One more movie and then you'll order or go out and pick something up.

"So this last one for the day is a movie that's directed more towards the female viewers, but you did ask for my favorite films and Practical Magic is my absolute favorite."

"Well put it on, doll."

As you press play on Practical Magic, you quickly grab a throw blanket and snuggle in. Instead of watching Bucky, you watch the film and mumble certain quotes to yourself. The magic scenes always bring a soft smile to your face just as Gary's confession to Sally of I wished for you too breaks your heart, and Sally and Gillian's heartfelt sister moment makes you cry.

Afterwards, Bucky hums in thought. "So that's your favorite?"

"Absolutely." You tell him. He's watching you curiously and you grin. "If I show you something, you promise not to laugh?"

"I'll try."

"Whatever. That's good enough for me." Standing up, you walk towards him and kneel, and tell him to pull your shirt sideways by the armhole next to your left arm. There on the back of your left shoulder and forever etched into your skin is a salt shaker, a rosemary plant, a lavender plant, and a heart. You then rattle off one of your favorite quotes to him. "Always throw spilt salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Plant lavender for luck and fall in love whenever you can."

Bucky chuckles as you get up, retaking your spot on the sofa. "You really are a fan of the movie."

You nod. "As a little girl, I was fascinated by magic. I thought I'd grow out of it, but I only grew more fond of it. And then I found Practical Magic and it had a bit of everything I adored."

"So what's the one scene that just gets you every time?"

"Ugh. You're making me choose?!" You feign being distraught and he grins. As you think about it, you keep coming back to two scenes in particular. "So there's two," you tell him, "and I'm not choosing between them." Bucky nods, awaiting your answer. "Gillian's possession. When Sally calls together the other mothers who were mean to her in order to make a temporary coven to save her sister, and Gillian begs Sally to just let her ghost ex have her."

Bucky hums. "That was a bit sad, doll. I saw you shedding a few tears over that."

"Mhm. And the other scene is when Sally comes clean to Gary and admits that she did a spell as a child to call forth her perfect love thinking it wouldn't exist, only it did. When Gary tells Sally that he wished for her too, it just breaks my fuckin' heart."

"Let me guess, you were one of the girls who cast her own spell after seeing that scene." You stay quiet for a moment and the second you feel your face heat, Bucky laughs. "What did you wish for?"

You groan quietly. "If I tell you, you can't laugh!" He only smiles in response and you know he won't drop it until you tell him. "Fine. So even though I knew it would never work, I gathered the weirdest objects and wished for a significant other with dark hair and colored eyes. He had to be protective and funny and love me for me. Simple."

For some reason you can't seem to meet Bucky's gaze then and you feel awkward the longer the silence stretches on.

"So dinner?" He asks.

"Oh god, yes please. Pizza and wings?"

"Sounds good."

You have the nearby pizza place on speed dial, so after finding out Bucky's preferences you make the call and place the order. It's going to be about a thirty minute wait, so you fill the time sending Steve pic after pic of Bucky who's none the wiser as he scrolls through his own phone and adding the most asinine comments to each picture. Steve thinks it's absolutely hilarious.

Then when the pizza and wings arrive, you beat Bucky to the door and thrust several bills at the delivery boy. He's more than happy with his tip and you hurriedly wave him off before shutting the door. You laugh at Bucky's disgruntled expression and then place everything on the table while gathering a beer for both you and him.

"Don't let me have more than two," you tell him while handing him his own bottle of beer.

Bucky agrees and the two of you dig into your own personal pizzas and boxes of wings once you're situated around the table. As you're eating, Bucky asks about what other movies you hold near and dear. You fill him in on a few others and he hesitantly puts it out there that he'd be up for another movie marathon when you both have a day off. You agree that that's doable.

Halfway through dinner, as you and Bucky are chuckling over the thought of making Steve sit through Bridesmaids, there's a sound of glass breaking from your living room and a muffled curse. The two of you immediately cease making any type of noise and Bucky is up with a gun in hand.

"Where the hell did that come from?! You hiss.

The telltale sound of a window then sliding shut can be heard.

"Shut up and get behind me."

The authority in his voice makes you freeze and your heart flutter at the same time, and you have to mentally scold yourself before you quickly do as he says. You follow Bucky towards the living, ready to duck at the ready, only to sigh and roll your eyes when you see who it is.

Bucky stands tall and lowers his gun. "Parker." You can practically hear the annoyance in his voice.

"Mr. Barnes?" Peeking around his shoulder, you raise your eyebrow at your best friend who's been too busy for you and is now frowning at Bucky. When he catches sight of you, he asks, "What's going on?"

"Uh, well we were having dinner until we thought someone was breaking in."

"Alone?!"

Your brow furrows at Peter's incredulousness, only for him to realize you're not impressed with his tone. You raise an eyebrow at him and cross your arms over your chest. "Did you need something?"

"Oh, um, yeah." He shifts from foot to foot, gesturing to his face where there's a scrape on his cheekbone. "My ribs took a beating too. Can you patch me up?"

"Sure." You sigh. "Why not."

Before you can leave to go to the bathroom to get the supplies you need, Bucky says, "I'll just get out of your way then."

You stop and face him. "What? But we haven't even finished our food. It won't take me long."

"It's fine, doll." He grins when he realizes you're trying to get him to stay. "You gotta hit the hay early anyway. We'll talk soon."

You hold his gaze for a moment longer, sighing when he won't budge. "Well at least take your food with you. No use in it going to waste."

Bucky nods and heads back to the kitchen, collecting his food. You watch him and then follow him to the door, holding his food while he bends over to lace up his boots. Once he retakes his food and you open the door, he thanks you for the time away from the tower and disappears down the hall.

Shutting the door and then heading back into the living room, you tell Peter to get back into his regular clothes so you can get to his ribs while you go gather your medical supplies.

Meeting Peter back in the living room and setting everything down on the coffee table, he says, "So you and Bucky-"

"Don't." You pick up the peroxide bottle and soak a cotton ball in it. "Bucky and I are friends."

Peter manages to keep his mouth shut as you clean the scrape on his cheek and place a small bandage on it. Then when you've checked his ribs and tell him he just needs to ice them, he mumbles, "Friends who apparently lick each other." You snort and think nothing of his sullen tone, but when you look at his face you see he's actually being quite serious. There's no chuckle or boyish grin and for a moment you're absolutely floored at his attitude. "I don't think I'm comfortable with Bucky being alone with you in your apartment."

"Are you- are you kidding me?" You huff and take a step back from him. When Peter just continues to frown, you shake your head at him. "First of all, I'm an adult woman who can make her own decisions."

"I know, but-"

"I'm not finished!" You snap. Peter's eyes widen, but he smartly ceases talking. "I am allowed to have friends whether you like them or not. We have a pact, Petey, and since I'm still abiding by it I would hope that you would too."

"Yeah, but that's for significant others!"

"Significant others or friends, it doesn't matter. And you should be grateful I've kept my mouth shut when it comes to you and Leslie because let me tell you, I've been biting my tongue a lot these past few weeks. Bucky and the others have stepped up since you've abandoned me, so you have absolutely no room to tell me that you're uncomfortable with him or any of them being around me."

"Leslie isn't that bad and I have not abandoned you." You snort, but don't bother opening that can of worms even further. He finally gets annoyed with your quietness. "I'm here, aren't I?"

"You're here because you needed a bandage. Tell me, Peter, where are you going after here? Where are you going after making five minutes of small talk and calling it a night?" He opens his mouth and then snaps it shut, shrugs, and you shake your head at him once more in disappointment. "Exactly. Just go, Peter. I'm so over this conversation right now and I have work in the morning."

"Wait, but we promised we'd never leave a conversation where we were still annoyed with each other!"

"And we also promised we'd never judge who the other decided to spend time with, but here we are." He frowns at you. "Go to your girlfriend, Peter. We'll talk again in another few days or weeks or whenever. I don't care right now."

Peter stands there, gaping, before he pulls himself together and makes his way back towards the window he had crawled through. He glances at you one last time, but you merely keep staring until his mask encompasses his head once more and he lifts the window before taking his leave.

As the window shuts behind him, you sag in on yourself and your breathing stutters in your chest as your eyes fill with tears. You've never been this angry at Peter and the fact that he thinks it's okay to ignore you until he needs something and then has an opinion about who you hang out with was just too much for you to let slide.

You quickly gather everything from your coffee table and return it to its rightful place in your bathroom, and throw away the trash. Your appetite is long gone, so you put up what's left of your food and then head to your room to gather some clothes so you can shower and get into bed.

By the time you've crawled into bed, you're still a bit annoyed. So grabbing your phone, you pull up your text messages and click on Bucky's thread.

To Bucky: Well that was a shit show. I don't think I've ever made Petey leave my apartment while we were still angry with each other.

From Bucky: I'm sorry, doll. Anything I can do?

To Bucky: If he gives you attitude, get a non-serum individual to punch him. You, Steve, and probably Nat will send him flying into the wall.

From Bucky: If I remember..

To Bucky: Well I mean if you forget, I won't complain. I'll probably laugh when he comes crying to me.

From Bucky: You're a terrible human being.

To Bucky: Whatever. You adore me just the way I am. And now I should get some shut eye. I'll talk to you soon. Night, Sarge.

From Bucky: Night, sweetheart.

For the next couple of weeks, you keep yourself busy with work. Bucky and a few others do go on a mission as he said they would, so you keep your texts to a minimum of three each day- a good morning, a random story from that day, and a good night. They're gone for four days and in those four days you've not heard from Peter. The only reason you know he's not completely done with you is the fact he likes your posts that you put up on social media.

But since you're not currently speaking to your best friend and are too exhausted to hang out with anyone else, you're in a bit of a funk and completely caught off guard one evening when the patient a police officer brings in smacks you right across the face. You had been trying to insert an IV into his arm when he completely lost his shit, and then you were hit so hard that you were strewn across the gurney behind you. And in your vulnerable position, a fistful of your hair had been grabbed and yanked right before the police officer had intervened and pulled the patient off of you.

You had been given a bit of time to ice your cheek before you had to get back to work, but your face and scalp were hurting you the entire time.

On your way home, however, you're surprised to receive a call from Pepper. You're heading towards your apartment complex when she invites you to dinner there at the tower since Darcy is finally back in town, and you hate to do it, but you're not exactly up to be around such a rowdy bunch. So you apologize to Pepper and ask her to apologize to Darcy for you, and take a rain check. Immediately she knows something is wrong, but you only tell her you had a rough night at work and all you want is a hot shower and to crawl into bed. She hesitates but wishes you well, and the call ends moments later.

When you get home, you waste no time in locking the door behind you and heading straight for your bathroom. You strip down and take the hottest shower your body is capable of handling, and let yourself relax in the steam-filled room. Afterwards, as you're drying off, you gently dry your hair since your scalp is still sensitive and then get dressed in some of your comfort clothes.

Then heading out into the kitchen, you find some leftovers in your fridge and heat those up, tiredly sitting at your kitchen table and digging in. Just as you're done with your food and heading towards the living room, someone pounds on your apartment door. You sigh, hoping they go away, and have only plopped down onto the sofa when a familiar gruff voice speaks through the wood.

You quietly groan as Bucky tells you he knows you're there and you get up to open the door for him. He's on the verge of knocking again when you swing the door open. "Hey. Pepper said-" He trails off as he takes in your appearance, expression going slack before his jaw clenches in anger. "Who?"

You shake your head, gesturing him inside as you turn around and walk towards your sofa. You hear your door click shut before the footsteps follow you. "Work got a little hectic. No need to hunt down anyone, Barnes. I'm fine."

"Half your face is bruised, doll. You are not fine."

"It's all part of my job." You shrug and plop down onto the sofa once more. Pulling a blanket over your lap, you stare up at your friend. "There will always be a drunk and disorderly patient. I was just lucky he didn't do more damage."

Bucky frowns, but he doesn't push you on it. Instead, he walks over and sits next to you, angling his body towards yours when gentle fingers grasp your chin to angle your face more towards him. "What exactly happened?" He asks as his eyes dart over every inch of your face.

"Some petty criminal did some damage to his head in the back of a patrol car. Police officer brought him in and he seemed pretty docile up until I jabbed him with the IV. He got the drop on me. It happens." Gentle fingers brush along your cheekbone and you flinch. Tears sting your eyes as you sniffle. "I'm fine."

"Just because you keep sayin' that doesn't mean it's true."

Your bottom lip wobbles at his words and you lose the battle with keeping the tears at bay. The moment they fall, Bucky pulls you into a hug and you cry into his shoulder. "Dammit," you mumble. "See what you started!"

Bucky chuckles and he holds you a few moments longer, rubbing a hand up and your back to offer a semblance of comfort. When he lets you go, you fall back against the sofa cushions and wipe the tears away with your blanket. "So what are we watching?" He asks while settling in next to you and draping an arm behind your head.

"Shouldn't you go back to the tower and have dinner with the rest of them? I'm-"

"If you say you're fine one more time, I will drag you back to the tower and let Steve motherhen you."

You sigh. "Low blow, Buckaroo."

"And for that horrendous nickname, you've lost the privilege of choosing what we're going to watch."

You laugh and don't bother arguing with him about it as he leans across you to snag up the remote. When he settles back down and you snuggle into his side, you huff a small laugh when he settles on TLC which is showing 90 Day Fiancé.

"Why this show?" You ask.

"Because it blows my mind that some people are so oblivious and can't see that their chosen partner is only in it for the green card."

As you let his reasoning sink in, you can't help but giggle as you picture Bucky sitting in his own apartment and bad mouthing the TV because he didn't like the decisions the people were making in their love life. You watch along with him, cringing at the more obvious couples that are only headed for future divorce and smiling when one of the couples is actually in it for love.

You manage to almost watch a complete two hour episode when there's a knock on your door, but you're too comfortable to get up and answer it.

"You get it," you say as you nudge Bucky.

He nudges you back. "It's your apartment."

"Yeah, but I don't feel like getting up."

"You could have at least come up with a better excuse."

You grin, finally taking your eyes off the screen and glancing up at Bucky. "M'too tired. Brain's not working fast enough." He continues to give you a deadpan stare until you jut out your bottom lip. "Please?"

The second Bucky's lips twitch, you know you've won. He huffs and roughly pushes himself up off the sofa as if answering the door is a hardship, and you go back to watching TV. At least until you hear a familiar voice stammer, "Uh, h-hey Mr. Barnes. Is Y/N home?"

Your gaze snaps towards the door where Peter is standing out in the hallway, hands in his pockets as he sheepishly stares at Bucky. The man in question turns and raises an eyebrow at you as if saying what do I do and you give him a terse nod to let him know it's okay. Bucky steps aside and Peter readily walks in.

"I should be getting back to the tower," Bucky suddenly says. "You kids have fun."

This time it's your turn to give him a deadpan stare and he smirks right before slipping his boots back on. Then as soon as they're laced up, he's walking out the door and shutting it behind him. Peter, who hadn't stopped staring at the intimidating man, finally turns to look at you. And when he does, his eyes widen.

"What happened to your face?!"

You sigh. "I'm fine. Just had a little incident at work."

"And Mr. Barnes was what? Comforting you?"

"First of all, can you stop calling him Mr. Barnes? You two avenge together and what not. I'm pretty sure that means you're on a first name basis." Peter grins as he takes a seat on the recliner near you, shrugging. "And Bucky was here because when I turned down dinner at the tower, Pepper figured something was wrong. Bucky took it upon himself to check in."

"So are you two like a thing or something?" He wonders.

"We're just.. friends," you say. "For some unknown reason we clicked and we're comfortable in each other's company."

For a moment Peter doesn't say anything, nor will he meet your gaze, but then he's looking at you and sighing. "I'm sorry." You blink at him, surprised to hear the apology. "I shouldn't have freaked out that one night. Who you are friends with and who you decide to date is your business."

You finally smile, even though it's rather small. "Thank you. And don't get me wrong, I know you meant well, but you should have dropped it and just trusted my judgment."

"Yeah. I know," he mumbles.

"Soo.. are we good?" You ask.

"Yeah."

"Good. I was getting tired of you liking my posts and not commenting on them."

Peter snorts. A moment of silence passes and then he says, "So you'll be glad to know that Leslie and I aren't together anymore. I broke it off earlier tonight."

You wince. "Sorry."

"Nah. Don't be. She was totally using me for access to the tower." You're torn between being smug about being right and being sad for your friend who just ended his relationship. "I only realized it earlier when she got upset because Mr. Rogers posted a picture of you and Mr. Barnes together, and she had a few choice words to say about it."

"What? Steve posted a picture of us?" You quickly pull out your phone, checking social media for any notifications. There are none, but as you get on Instagram you check Steve's page and sure enough there's a new pic that shows Bucky staring fondly at you as you laugh at something on your phone. "That little shit didn't tag us!"

As your thumbs move furiously to give Steve a piece of your mind and to comment how adorable you and Bucky look, Peter can't help but say, "You're attracted to him."

Your texting falters and you quickly glance at your friend to gauge his reaction, but when he just looks amused, you shrug. "I mean have you seen him? How could I not be attracted to him?"

"Does he know?"

"I have a feeling he does. Asshole likes to fluster me every now and then."

"Well if it makes you feel any better, I'm pretty sure he likes you back." You snort and go back to finishing up the comment on Steve's post. "I'm serious. When we stopped talking, he threatened me. He was pissed that I made you cry and said I was lucky. He's actually really scary when you're on his bad side."

It takes a moment for his words to sink in and when they do you can feel your ears heating up, followed by your cheeks. Peter starts to laugh and you groan in embarrassment. "Why is this so weird? Dating should be easy!"

"Well he is an Avenger.."

"I don't care about that! He's just- he's really, really hot. It's intimidating."

"Wait, what?" Peter huffs. "So you're intimidated by his hotness and not because he's a super-soldier with a metal arm?"

"Well yeah."

Expression melting into one of confusion, your friend eventually shakes his head at you. "You're on your own with that. Good luck."

You hadn't realized how much everyone had known about your and Peter's brief falling out until the two of you were laughing together once again at the tower. It seemed like everyone had sagged in relief now that the two of you were poking fun at one another once more, and you had to apologize for apparently making it awkward for them.

And now that your best friend knew of your crush on a certain super-soldier, there was lots of teasing material. Of course you kept him in line when you could, but there was no stopping the force of Peter, Wanda, and Darcy combined.

It's a random Tuesday night when you've driven over to the Tower, Bucky having called you over for dinner with a few friends. You had the day off so you didn't mind heading on over, but as the elevator doors slide open after having ridden up to the communal floor, you yelp in surprise as the small gathered crows that shout, "Happy birthday!", at you.

Steve, Wanda, Sam, and Peter pop confetti poppers as you step out of the elevator, eyes wide as you glance between each of them. "My birthday is not until tomorrow!" You hiss.

"But you work tomorrow." Wanda frowns.

"Mhm." Your eyes then narrow, glancing behind them at the streamers and balloons hanging from the ceiling. "And how'd you guys even know?"

Everyone glances at Peter and he takes a step back when your gaze slides to him. He chuckles sheepishly. "I might have hid your birthday cupcake here and Steve found it."

"Petey," you groan. "Why couldn't you just hide it at aunt May's like usual? You know I dislike birthday celebrations."

"You don't dislike them. You just dislike all the attention being on you."

"Whatever. Where's Barnes? He's the one who lured me here under false pretenses. I got a bone to pick with him too."

Everyone turns around and Bucky's head appears from around the corner. He smirks and you glare at him. "Not false pretenses. We are having dinner," he says. "It just so happens to be a birthday dinner. And it's running a little bit late, so until the food gets here you get to open presents."

"You guys all suck."

Peter and Wanda each take a hand and drag you further into the room, heading towards the kitchen. Bucky fully steps out from behind the wall and you aim a kick at his shin as you're walking by. He laughs as he easily dodges it and then you're standing by the kitchen island that's been cleared of everything other than birthday presents.

You huff a small laugh and shake your head fondly at them. "I love you guys, but you do know you didn't have to get me anything, right?"

"Shut up and open the presents," Bucky says.

"Open mine first," Sam says, reaching into the small pile and pulling out a white envelope. "Unlike the others, I was literally told within the last thirty minutes we were doing this so yeah. It's not the best present, but I think you'll enjoy it."

You smile at Sam as you open it, chuckling at the plain birthday card and his brief personal message written inside. But it's what else that's inside that makes you meet Sam's gaze once more, smiling fondly at him. "Thank you. I can't get enough of bubble tea and I'm sure I can do some damage with this gift card."

"You're welcome."

"Mine next." Peter reaches in for a medium-sized box and hands it over to you. "I know you're not a fan of presents, so I got you something I actually knew you'd enjoy."

Raising an eyebrow at him, you pull the lid off of the box. Then glancing down, you snort before pulling out a bottle of Patron Silver Tequila. "I knew we were best friends for a reason."

Steve groans. "Please drink responsibly."

"Please. Responsible is my middle name, Rogers." Everyone snorts and instead of trying to remain serious and feign offense, you end up laughing. "Sam and Buck are good babysitters. You have nothing to worry about."

"That's to be determined," he says. "Here. Open mine. I honestly had no idea what to get you, but Peter assured me you'd enjoy this."

Putting the bottle of tequila back in its box, you accept Steve's gift. Pulling off the ribbon, you can't help but laugh when you see what's inside. "Cards Against Humanity." Peter cheers. "We're playing this the next time I have off," you say, grinning at Steve.

"What is Cards Against Humanity?" He wonders. "I just picked it up and boxed it."

"It's possibly one of the most confusing card games or raunchy card games you'll ever play," Sam says. "I, for one, am looking forward to it."

"Thank you, Steve. I seriously can't wait to play it."

"You're welcome."

Wanda claps her hands. "Mine and Darcy's next. She ordered online and I had to pick it up earlier. But, um, I'm not sure you want to open it up in front of everyone."

"Oh god. Don't tell me it's a vibrator."

Sam laughs out loud as both Peter and Steve start blushing. Bucky looks rather amused and intrigued as Wanda slides two boxes over to you. She shakes her head, giggling. "Not quite."

For a brief moment you're relieved, but then her answer sinks in and you're hesitant all over again. You groan. "Is yours safer? I feel like it is. Which one is it?"

Wanda only smirks as she pushes her box towards you. You open it, marvel at its contents, and then put the lid back on much to the boys' displeasure. Trying to keep a straight face, you look at Wanda. "How many sets did you get?"

"There's four. All in colors that will look amazing against your skin tone."

"Thank you. I'll send you pictures when I wear them."

"Yes please! Natasha wants to know how they fit as well. She was the one who suggested them."

"I'll send them to the ladies group chat then."

"Well that's not fair," Sam complains. "First for not showing us what's inside the box and then you guys have a ladies only group chat. I wanna be in the ladies only group chat."

"But then that defeats the purpose of it being a ladies only group chat," you muse.

"Come on," Peter then whines. "What was the present?"

Your gaze slides to Peter, but instead of outright saying what it is, you say, "Think back to that one Halloween night where you wouldn't let me out of the dorm until I switched costumes."

It takes him only a minute to understand and when he does, he snorts. "That wasn't a costume! That was lingerie."

"Whoa, what?" Sam exclaims, grinning.

"Lingerie can be worn as a costume?" Steve wonders.

"I was actually a Victoria's Secret Angel, complete with the most amazing set of wings, and Petey forbade me from leaving the room. It was a sad, sad night."

"As much as I wanna get into that," Sam says, "I wanna know what Barnes got you more."

You chuckle and glance at Bucky, smile faltering when you see him tense. But then he seems to shake himself out of it and offers you a grin. "Open the bigger one first."

Wanda clears away the other presents as Bucky slides his two towards you. You feel giddy as you grab the bigger box, untying the black silk ribbons and lifting the lid. There's tissue paper you open up and you gasp, happily giggling. "You didn't?!"

"Well you did say it was your favorite movie, sweetheart."

"Yes!" You glance up, beaming at Bucky, and your heart swells at his own smile being directed at you. "I really, really love this. I can't wait to hang it up."

"What is it?" Peter wonders, trying to peer across the island.

"It's a quote from Practical Magic," you say and Peter huffs a laugh, knowing full well your love for that movie. You carefully pick it up and turn it around so everyone can see it as you read it off by heart. "Always throw spilt salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Plant lavender for luck and fall in love whenever you can."

"Aw," Wanda coos. "That's adorable."

"I made Bucky watch this movie a while back," you say. "I need to show it to you one of these days."

"I'm looking forward to it," she says.

With nothing else to say, you place it back in its box and set it aside in favor for the second box. It's a little smaller, but you're excited for it nonetheless. Untying the ribbon and lifting the lid, you immediately laugh at the white petals scattered atop the tissue paper.

"Barnes, you smooth sonuvabitch," Sam mutters.

Steve and Peter laugh, but you're so focused on the notecard that's under some of the petals. Lifting it up, you read the note to yourself because immediately you know it's personal. My better half has to be funny, get along with my friends, won't judge me for my past, and has decent taste in movies.

Heart fluttering, you bite the corner of your lip when it feels like you're smiling way too much.

"Well what does Prince Charming have to say?" Sam asks.

"That's none of your business." You close the note and then tuck into your back pocket, chuckling when Sam and Wanda complain. When you meet Bucky's gaze, you immediately flush and mentally curse yourself when you see him smirk in return.

Inhaling and exhaling deeply, you center yourself and then part the tissue paper. You look at the second portrait and gasp after you read it.

"What? What is it?" Peter wonders.

This second portrait is of a hand drawn bowl with a tipped over salt shaker, a small bundle of lavender, a small bundle of rosemary, and a heart beneath it. Above the bowl is a swirl of flower petals and inside the swirl of petals, in very pretty cursive writing, are the words I wished for you too.

Did he just- did he confess his own feelings by using a Practical Magic quote? Or was this just you overthinking his present? You glance to meet Bucky's gaze and at his gauging expression your eyes fill with tears.

"What did you do, Barnes?!" Sam scolds him. "You made the poor girl cry at her own birthday celebration!"

But Bucky isn't paying him any attention, instead he's solely focused on you. You set the present aside and walk around the kitchen island on shaky legs, and Bucky readily reaches for your waist as you grab his face and pull him down into a kiss.

You can't believe you're kissing Bucky, but then he squeezes your waist and returns the kiss, and you know you made the right choice.

Someone gasps, but then the following words let you know exactly who it is. "Darcy is going to be so angry she missed this." Wanda. That is Wanda.

"What the hell is going on?" Sam wonders. "What type of present can cause this type of reaction?"

You smile against Bucky's mouth, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth before falling flat on your feet after having been on the tips of your toes in order to reach his mouth.

"It's my favorite quote from my favorite movie," you say. You turn around to address your friends, but Bucky doesn't let you go far. He wraps one arm around your waist and tugs you back so you're resting against his chest and tucked beneath his chin. "It's a movie about witches," you explain. "These two little girls are being raised by their aunts and they see them performing love spells for a local woman. Basically, one of the young girls refuses to fall in love after witnessing a love spell gone wrong and she does her own spell to call forward a love that would be impossible to find- a man who's favorite shape would be a star and who had one green eye, one blue. Years down the road, the sisters accidentally murder a man."

Sam snorts. "How the hell does one accidentally murder someone?"

"Shush." Wanda admonishes him. "I want to hear the story behind the gift."

You and Bucky chuckle, and you continue to explain. "Anyway, they send in an US Marshall to investigate the disappearance and the one who had done the love spell at a young age starts to fall for this man. She ends up telling him about the murder, but he doesn't quite believe her. Then they're on the verge of hooking up when she gets a good look at his eyes- one green eye, one blue."

"Oh my god. That's so cute!" Wanda says.

"It gets cuter. And sadder," you say. "So she explains to this man about her family, the murder, and how she can't be with him because he's only attracted to her because of a love spell she did when she was just a little girl. At first he's skeptical about this spell bringing him to her, but then he ends up believing her. And as he's walking away from her, he stops to tell her I wished for you too."

"So you made out with Barnes because of that?" Sam shakes his head, chuckling. "Wow."

"It's fuckin' adorable. Stop ruining the moment, Samuel!" Bucky laughs at your words and pulls you closer to him.

"So while I'm happy for Buck," Steve says, "I'm still really curious about what Darcy's gift is."

Peter nods. "Same."

Wanda giggles, but says nothing as she grabs the box and slides it over to you. You groan because you know it can be nothing good, but you still open it since everyone is watching and waiting. As soon as you part the tissue paper and read the box, alongside taking in the picture on the box, your face flames as you shove the lid back on. Wanda cackles.

"I hate her."

"She said to give the remote to-"

"Don't!" You cut Wanda off, blushing even further. "I know who she means to have control of that."

"They- they make underwear that does that?" Bucky muses and you die a little on the inside in embarrassment. You elbow him as he starts to laugh behind you.

Sam instantly knows what the gift is now and starts to laugh, but Steve and Peter apparently need some help.

"Lewis got you vibrating panties, didn't she?"

"Oh my god, Sam, if you don't shut up I'm gonna punch you in the throat."

Steve is torn between laughing and trying not to make you even more uncomfortable, but his amusement wins out. "Given Y/N's flustered state, I'm assuming Darcy wants Bucky to have the remote."

"I mean this seems like it could make for an interesting night."

Everyone laughs at Bucky's sudden interest in the box you're doing your damnedest to keep shut, but luckily Peter steps in. "As much I love watching Y/N squirm, can we get ready to eat? I'm starving."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go wait downstairs for it, kid."

Sam and Peter head for the elevator to take them down to the lobby, and you turn around in Bucky's hold. "Help me take this stuff to my car so I don't have to do it later?"

"Sure thing, doll." He grins. But instead of stepping away, he pushes you further into the kitchen island. You smile as he cages you in and then huff a laugh when he reaches for the box behind you. "So exactly how long do we have to be dating before we can test these out?"

You slowly lean upward so your lips brush his as you say, "I'd say very, very soon if you would put your ass into gear and help me move these presents like I asked."

Bucky laughs and presses a quick kiss to your lips. "Then let's get to it."

The telltale sound of a phone's camera goes off and you turn your face towards the sound. Wanda is beaming, her phone pointed towards you and Bucky. "Darcy wanted evidence I wasn't lying. She's going to be so happy."

Bucky turns his face to look at her then, his cheek brushing against yours where he's yet to back off from you. "Tell Lewis I said thanks for the present. I'll give her my review of them in a few weeks."

Wanda's eyes widen and you immediately blurt, "Don't you dare!" But she's already texting and you know the group chat full of ladies is going to be full of messages that you'll have to reply to later. Quietly groaning, you slap your hands against Bucky's waist and push him back. Looking up at him, you shake your head but the corner of your lips turn up in amusement. "You're terrible. I would threaten to withhold sex, but I've been looking forward to that for a while. I'd just be punishing us both."

"Just tell me when and where, sweetheart, and I'll be there."

"Oh no. You guys are going to be that couple," Steve complains.

And without missing a beat, you face him and say, "Fuck off, Rogers!" Bucky snorts.

"You're cranky when you haven't gotten laid."

You gasp as Bucky bursts out laughing right in your ear, but he quickly catches you as you try to lunge for his best friend. "You know what, I was going to be discreet when banging your best friend, but now I'm going to tell you all the filthy things Bucky likes to do just to annoy you. I will go into excruciating detail about the look and taste of his dick!"

Steve blanches as it's Wanda's turn to burst out laughing. "You've done it now, Steve."

And as Steve looks to Bucky for help, he merely shrugs. "You brought this on yourself, Stevie. Hope you enjoy the play by plays."

Relaxing in Bucky's hold and moving so you're hip to hip with him, you slide your arm behind his waist and hook your thumb into the belt loop of his jeans. "We're going to have so much fun."

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