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heechwe · 1 month ago

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higher than heaven | 𝐜𝐬𝐛

୨୧ pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader ୨୧ word count: 10.3k ୨୧ genre: fluff, angst, smut ୨୧ tags: guardian angel!soobin, human!reader, mutual pining, sexual tension, dirty talking, nipple play, chest worship, fingering, unprotected sex ୨୧ synopsis: Soobin, your devoted guardian angel, has one singular purpose in his ethereal existence: to bring your heart's deepest desires to life. Unbeknownst to him, his mere presence fulfills that desire. Yet, the lingering question remains— how can he effectively transform your most intimate dreams into reality? ♬ playlist: iris | nightly, dizzy | yueku, unbreakable | jamie scott, monsters | joan, feel every bit | the ivy, infinitely falling | fly by midnight, kiss my scars | august royals, next to me | peter fenn, hideaway | jacob collier, salvation | gabrielle aplin, magic island | tomorrow x together ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: First fic of 2025! I’d like to thank @lovetaroandtaemin, @chugging-antiseptic-dye, @ylangelegy, @gyubakeries, and @xomakara for beta-reading this fic for me, I know it was a quick journey and I appreciate every one of you who followed the story from the beginning to the end 🤍.

The time fills as plastic shot glasses and empty solo cups discarded into trash bags. Some stragglers of the party lay on the couch or floor, but you pass by them with ease. You sigh before Beomgyu stops you with a sharp tug. "Dude, you don't have to help me. You're supposed to be one of my guests!"

"I'm just avoiding the inevitable tomorrow. And if you come into the shelter late because you procrastinated cleaning your own apartment, I may just kill you."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it, boss.” He rolls his eyes and unfurls the empty bag you had between your hands moments before. You giggle in earnest.

“If I get a single text, Gyu–”

“Why don’t you enjoy the early morning hours of New Year's and get out of here?" He shoves you towards the door of his apartment with an "I love you” to follow you out, determined to do what you swear he won't without your help.

Beomgyu may be your childhood friend, but habits hold on tight with him. It’s clear from the three years he’s worked at your animal shelter. Your parents always said he has good intentions, although he’s brash in decision-making. "The kid just asks for forgiveness more than permission most of the time," your dad would joke, and Beomgyu wouldn’t disagree.

Your parents’ words replay in your head on the walk home. You hear every piece of parental advice with each step on the cobblestones, the clack or your heels accompanying every word. It's customary on New Years to feel the ache of their absence so strongly. Your thoughts of them are as vivid as the pain of their loss. It seems to haunt you more with every year that passes.

One day, you had been tagging new intakes and cleaning food bowls like normal. The next you were receiving the call that your parents had been in a fatal car accident. Every space they inhabited, including the shelter, felt colder, quieter, a little less like home. Even your own house twenty minutes from your job barely felt like your own.

Five years of grief made the pain manageable, but on nights like tonight, it doesn’t feel like you’ve made much progress..

The cold of January accompanies the repetitive emotional and mental cycle you're on. The weather bites with a hard set of teeth, almost more brutal than the traces of sadness you feel in your heart.

You don’t realize amid the somber trek home how close the surrounding shadows are, one of a stranger within an arm’s distance.

Your animals greet you at your door with perky barks and whooshing tails. Mina and Minho, your two tabby cats, seem to be delighted that you’re back, but save the ecstatic greetings for their canine siblings. Key, your senior chihuahua, does what he can energy-wise compared to Bori, your labrador mix.

“Bobo, please,” you beg as she jumps up on you when you kneel at her eye-level. It’s all a mess of slobbering tongue and eager pants with her. Once she’s done, you rub Key between the ears to give him some affection.

Even your hedgehog, Rio, taps against the glass of his enclosure to say hello to you. It’s almost like every pair of animal eyes asks you how the party went and why you left them alone for so long.

You can’t supply them with an answer, because you notice the person-shaped figure at your kitchen counter, silent and clouded in darkness. The sight makes you release a decibel-breaking scream.

You grab an umbrella from the iron wrack near your door and charge to the kitchen, expecting Key and Bori to follow you and bark aggressively at the intruder. They don’t, but they do pad behind you in curiosity at your strange actions.

They barely react at all when you turn on the light in the small kitchen. The new illumination reveals the black-haired stranger dressed in white. He says nothing, but holds a smile of mirth on his face at your line of defense. He's neither scrawny nor muscular, but towers over you to a surreal degree.

You think you can take him if you have the element of surprise, but with the alcohol still buzzing through your veins, you may lack complete hand-eye coordination. It’s anyone’s guess.

“What do you want? If you’re looking for money, you got the wrong house, buddy.” You say with a steady voice, aiming the sharpest point of the umbrella in his direction.

He smiles wide, pearly teeth and a set of dimples almost blinding you. “I’m Soobin.”

His lack of an answer and warm smile throw you off. It’s definitely not the reaction anyone expects from a burglar. Maybe the guy's intoxication is even greater than yours, enabling him to enter someone's home without permission. No matter the reasons, you don’t release your hold on the umbrella. You stare him down hard despite your shaking hands.

“Well…Soobin…I don’t know what you want, but you’re not gonna find it here.”

“I’m in the exact place I need to be.” He says your name with the same level of warmth that remains in his smile, but your blood runs cold at the fact he is aware of who you are. Was he stalking you? Had he stopped by the animal shelter while you were too busy to make a mental note of him? “Put down the umbrella and we–”

“Get the fuck out of my house, you creep!” You raise the umbrella as high as you can before it falls on his head, shoulders, or any location on his body that will stun him. He knows it’s coming, though.

Soobin somehow materializes right in front of you before you can step forward, taking your wrists gently in one hand to stop you. “There’s no need for that. I’m not here to harm you.”

You struggle in his hold, trying your hardest to release yourself from his grip with all of your might. Then, you freeze, unsure of how both his speed and his lack of alarm to your furry animals makes any logical sense.

Soobin senses your lack of effort to go through with your attack and lets go of you, taking a small breath of air. “Will you drop the umbrella?”

“Once you tell me what you are,” you whisper. “My dogs would have ripped off your ankles by now, but they didn’t. Why?”

Soobin chuckles, but you feel anything but humorous. “The why to that question is a bit hard to explain. But I can tell you why I’m here.” He runs a hand through his hair, suddenly bashful. “Let’s just say I have a mission to complete.”

Soobin sits at one end of the couch, hands in his lap, while you sit on the other. Your dogs lay at the edge of the couch, snoring peacefully now that the chaos is over. Your knees sit tight against your chest, still guarding yourself from him or any potential advances he may make.

You may not think he wants to kill or rob you anymore, but that doesn’t mean you’re immediately trusting of the stranger. One that is no doubt breathtaking, but still hiding his intentions.

You size him up, still unsure how or why the guy is familiar with you when you’ve never seen him before. He can barely provide you with an adequate answer for the questions that pop into your head.

Where are you from? How do you know me? Have we ever met before?

He chuckles at each one, continuing on with the same reflexive response. “Proprietary information.”

You roll your eyes. “Every time you say that, you sound like some kind of spy.” You move closer to his spot on the couch, looking at him with more intensity than before.

The analysis makes him laugh even more, his cheeks turning pink. “I’m not an alien, if that was your second guess.”

“That’s not what I was thinking!”

He quirks an eyebrow at you. “You look like you’re about to cut me open with a scalpel.”

Your lips transform into a firm line. “Should I want to, Soobin? Maybe you’re saying you’re not an alien to throw me off.”

“Trust me, I am not an extraterrestrial. Not cool enough.”

You can’t help but laugh at the ridiculous situation you find yourself in, matching the smile on Soobin’s face with your own. An hour ago, you were about to kill him in self-defense for what you assumed was a classic break-in scenario. Now, you’re laughing with your would-be victim. This has to be the most peculiar first day of the year you’ve ever had.

He claps his hands softly on his white denim jeans. “We should call it a night. You’re probably tired. I can explain more tomorrow, if you’d like.”

You look around your house, unsure where Soobin is planning to stay for the next few hours. The one-bed-and-bath cottage is anything but roomy, most of your space taken up by work supplies or your animals’ stuff.

He senses your trepidation and grins. “Don’t worry, I can come back in the morning.”

You suck in a breath. Most of you feels relief, but there’s a small inkling of sadness that pervades your emotions. You barely know Soobin, but his presence provides a warmth that your home has been missing.

It has to be the last traces of alcohol and the simmering grief still in your system.

“Okay. I have work in the morning, but–”

“I’ll be here before you have to leave,” Soobin cuts you off. He holds his hand out in a goodbye, and you take it. His soft palm meets yours and heats your skin, and you have to cut the parting short to not feel any more flustered.

“See you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, love.” He leaves you with one more grin before he exits, confusing you further.

The touch of his fingertips on you follows you into sleep, his skin the last coherent sensation you have before it all goes black.

There is a murky quality to the dream you find yourself in. You’re surrounded by grey, the color’s opacity fading only partly as the details become clearer.

The room around you looks more like a cavern than a traditional room. It’s made of stone, cavelike and primitive. The entrance to the area is too vast for a normal door. It’s almost as if you could step out and fall into nothing but clouds. The world outside is a mixture of inky blacks and dark blues, signifying nighttime outside the four rocky walls.

You look back to the inside of the space. It holds a desk covered with paperwork and photographs. You’re alone, standing in the center of it all, but too far away from the papers on the table to see any information.

Before you can step closer, Soobin enters with a blonde man hot on his heels. They both walk right through you, seemingly not noticing your presence at all as they continue their discussion.

They emit their own light somehow, the room nowhere near as dark as when you were alone inside of it.

“If you fail at this, Yeonjun will demote you and have no qualms about doing it.” The blonde man ruffles his hair in frustration, and inches closer to Soobin. They clearly have a close relationship, from the concern on the stranger’s face to the hand that he rests on Soobin's shoulder. “You’ve worked too hard to lose everything, Soobin.”

“I know, Hyuka,” Soobin says in a somber tone, sorting through the papers on his desk. “But she needs me now more than ever. And I know I can help. And if I succeed, I can actually—“

“I get it. We’re just not supposed to get involved unless we’re certain about it. You know this.”

Soobin sighs. “You didn’t see her, Kai. I have to.”

The man named Kai exhales a deep breath and walks away, his pleas seeming to hit a brick wall. The last thing he says, “I hope you know what you’re risking,” barely makes it to your ears. All you notice before Kai’s departure is the unfurling of wings from his back, the white and gray feathers spouting from the tendons just below his shoulders.

You scream when he drops from the entrance, his wings carrying him away. You don’t care if the sound alerts either of the two men, not after witnessing such an unrealistic moment.

You scream again when you hear the unfurling of Soobin’s wings, the sound almost whipping you onto your back from the gust his wings emit. They’re dark grey, larger than Kai’s are. They create such long-casting shadows that you have no question now what Soobin is or where he comes from.

The word replays in your mind as the surrounding scene dematerializes and you wake up with a rapid heartbeat: an angel.

Soobin waits at your door in the same white button-up and jeans he had on the night prior. You welcome him inside, and he looks more ethereal somehow in daylight.

The dream hits you again with its full force, the image of his grey wings flashing across your memory.

“So, you’re an angel,” You say, filling the space between you both with a new tension. The anxiety only permeates from you; Soobin exudes an air of calm instead, despite your accusation.

He almost ticks his head down in a nod as he responds with the words, “Proprietary information.”

You nod your head and gulp hard. Somehow, the aura around you and the subtext in his expression tells you what you know to be true.

He showed you all you needed to know last night through your dreams, a miraculous loophole to the restrictions placed upon him.

When you’re finally ready to go to work, the morning chores around the house finished before Soobin even made it to your doorstep, you look over at the man in front of you again with trepidation. The white attire may lead to a multitude of questions that you and Soobin cannot answer.

“What? Is there something on my face?” Soobin asks, confused.

You laugh and shake your head, any residual tension from your realization broken. “You look a bit too…uniform for the shelter.”

“Oh! Well…” He blushes, unsure how to respond.

An idea pops into your head when his words come up short. “I may have some old stuff that’ll fit you.”

“Why is the rando wearing your dad’s windbreaker?” Beomgyu asks while cleaning Jin, the newest adoptee at the shelter. His eyes peer over at Soobin filling some food bowls with kibble. Soobin’s presence fills the space the same way it did in your house.

He wears your dad’s long-sleeve shirt, windbreaker, and khaki pants well. Despite his freakishly tall height, the clothes don’t look small on him, and you’re relieved he’s able to fit in like any normal guy with the change in wardrobe.

You scoff, continuing to fill out the documents for Jin’s tag and vaccinations without looking up at your friend. “Soobin’s new in town and lost everything on the plane ride here. He just needed to borrow some stuff until his luggage gets delivered.”

Beomgyu nods, still concerned. He goes back to scrubbing Jin’s coat with the anti-tick shampoo, and you leave his spot at the cleaning station to stand beside Soobin.

“You do this every day? These bags are heavy, even for me.” Soobin grunts and clips the bag closed.

“I usually make Gyu or another volunteer do it. But you saved me the trouble of asking.” You smirk and take two of the bowls in your hands. “Want to help me feed the dogs?”

Soobin’s eyes light up, and he nods. You wonder as you walk to the cages if he’s ever interacted with animals before he left his home in the skies.

Since you were a kid, the shelter has always been a part of your daily regimen. Once college was out of the way, you had a stable job waiting for you to practice your veterinary degree on. While some could only handle so many cat scratches, dog poops, and absurd origin stories, it made every day worth it in your eyes. And the fact that you had a history with tending to furry friends with your parents only made it more worthwhile to continue doing.

The second you open the cages to let the dogs eat, you recognize how natural Soobin is at the job. He talks to them in a childlike voice and rubs their bellies as they munch on kibble and necessary medicines you give in between feeding. Even the dogs with the rougher backgrounds take to Soobin like a bee to honey, the warmth he naturally exudes relaxing them.

He truly is an angel, you realize, and not just in the literal sense.

You lock up the shelter for the day with a lot less weight on your shoulders thanks to Soobin. “I might as well give you the keys to this place. It suits you well,” you joke.

Soobin tucks his hands into his windbreaker, smiling hard. “It just came easy, I guess. Animals aren’t like people. They don’t have to hide behind words. It’s all about energy.”

You look at him as you walk away from the building together, your face softened from his words. “My mom always used to say stuff like that. To her, animals were the bestest friends you could ever ask for. She’d say it’s like they see into your soul.”

Soobin grins. “She seems lovely.”

You swallow hard, balling your hands into fists inside your jacket. It’s not anger that permeates your body now, not the way it used to. All that exists is the reality that their words are simply memories. “She was. My dad too. That place was their second home.” You wave your arm in the direction of the shelter. The building diminishes from view as you round the corner to head home. “And mine, too.”

“Did you envision this being your life?” Soobin asks, the question taking you by surprise. “I don’t mean to pry.”

“No, it’s okay!” You laugh. “I mean—I love working with the animals every day, and I have great friends. It just can be very routine sometimes, like there’s this gap that I can’t fill.” You hold back the more intimate details of your desires to Soobin, still guarded and uncertain of being so vulnerable so soon.

He steps closer, the walk becoming more intimate with his shoulder almost brushing yours. “You’ve been alone for quite a while. It’s understandable to want to share your life with someone.”

You blush hard, a mixture of the January cold and his correct assumptions building a steady heat on your cheeks. “That’s what most people want, I guess.”

Eyes widening, you realize now why Soobin may be discussing these things with you. Could his super secret mission, which he discussed the night you met, relate to right now?

“No fucking way,” you whisper to yourself, stopping on the stone street. Soobin only gets a few paces farther than you before he stops.

“Is there something wrong?” He asks, his eyebrows drawn up and his mouth in a small O that you would normally giggle at.

Now, you have no time for humor.

“Did you come here because of the stupid wish I made on New Year’s Eve?”

“Taehyun, if you give me another shot, I will throw up!” You exclaim in a fit of giggles, three drinks already in your system over the last hour and a half. His girlfriend, Kazuha, stands by your side as she downs the shot in her hand, her mouth puckering as she swallows it down. ��Zu, I thought you were the DD tonight!”

“Fuck it, I’ll call an Uber.” She winks and chases the shot with a sip of beer. Beomgyu wades through the throng of people in his living room to join all of you in the kitchen.

“Taking shots without me? That’s a party foul.”

“Whatever, man. It’s not like we can’t make more.” Taehyun passes him one filled with tequila to catch up, and Beomgyu downs it in the next second. By the time the buzz of the drinks hits your head, Jungwon barrels into the kitchen with his own girlfriend Yeri to tell you all that the ball is dropping.

Everyone crowds around the television to watch the remaining minute of the year play out. The strangers around you scream out the last seconds, others speak in a drunken lilt.

You turn to your friends, somehow the only person without someone attached to their hip. Beomgyu is holding a random girl's shoulder, while your other friends stand closely together in their respective couples, watching the countdown..

“Four, three, two, one! Happy New Year!” Beomgyu says the words into his date’s neck before kissing her roughly on the lips. Your other friends have their own celebratory make-out sessions. You feel like an intruder as they all enjoy the moment in their respective couples.

You’ve never been a grouch about your single status, not once. But it felt like a part of you was missing out with little of a choice in the matter. Whether by the confines of chance or love simply not being meant for you for the past twenty-seven years, you can only be comfortable for so long before the pain of solitude drains you dry.

Was it so awful to want to find someone to share funny videos with? To talk to about days at the shelter when a cute animal comes in and needs a loving home? When days are heavy on your heart and you need the one you love the most to lift you up and make it all evaporate with a simple “I love you”? To make every struggle and hardship, no matter how big or small, worth it?

And so, with only a drunken mind and heart to listen to your deepest whims, you wish for what seems the most out of reach as your eyes line with tears: a soulmate to bridge the gap between your loneliness and true fulfillment.

When the reality of why Soobin’s here hits you, you can’t help but release one of the loudest laughs you’ve ever emitted before.

“You have to be fucking kidding me,” you say with exasperated breaths, all the air in your lungs saved mostly for your laughter. “You came all the way from up there to play matchmaker?”

Soobin chuckles to himself, the sounds that leave his lips a lot quieter than yours. “You make it sound so childish.”

“Can you blame me?” You ask. “I don’t need help in that department!”

Soobin gives you a knowing look, hitting you somewhere deep in the chest. “Then I wouldn’t be here, would I?”

“Okay, don’t speak in riddles to me!”

“I’m just stating facts, love.”

You roll your eyes, and Soobin laughs again. “So you’re magically going to find me the perfect partner after only knowing me for 48 hours?”

“I’ve known you for much longer than that.” He steps even closer to you, your fingers brushing his as he stands a few inches from you. “But again, it’s—“

“Proprietary information, I get it,” you whisper. You cough into your fist and glide past him, the moment broken. “Either way, I am just fine with or without a boyfriend, Soobin.”

He follows behind without a word, but you sense his smile without looking at him. Jerk.

Soobin has helped many people in his immortal life. It’s an existence he couldn’t fill in just one book. He’d have to go back centuries to the very moment he started his work as a guardian. His life began long before that, but his true merits came when he started helping those who needed supernatural guidance.

He’s seen from his eagle’s eye view many heartbreaks, losses, successes, and love stories, but nothing as encapsulating as the story of your life.

You were a vision to see the first time you held an animal in your hands, hands tepid but heart full from the creature giving all of its affection to you for you to reciprocate wholeheartedly. He was in awe of you when you stepped across the stage with your degree, eager to put all the knowledge you gained about medicine to a good use. And his ever-still heart ached with yours the second you got that phone call in November five years ago, wanting nothing more than to catch you before your knees hit the tile below.

You’re the one assignment he’s kept too close an eye on, the others in his caseload not holding his focus so strongly. He succumbed to forbidden desires, wishes he knew were unattainable.

But the second he felt your heart break on the one night he knew he could seize the chance to step over the border between Heaven and Earth, he chose the only option that felt right: he had to leave home and heal what needed to be mended inside of you a long time ago.

He watches you help the teenage girl adopting her first pet with immense adoration.

You check off the supplies needed for Jin and all the vaccines the dog will need moving forward with clinical focus. It’s admirable how dedicated you are to your work, not caring if it went beyond the bounds of a traditional work-life balance.

And when you wave the teenager and her parents out the door and turn to him with a signature eye-roll, he can’t stop the way his skin heats. Your gaze in his direction screams: How long are you going to keep pestering me?

Forever, he says to himself with a hell of a lot of hope.

When you’re both alone in the shelter, one hour after you’re closed for the day, you sweep the floors in a huff. “I am telling you I do not need you to play matchmaker for me.”

“You keep saying that and yet I’m still here, love,” Soobin tuts, flipping through the magazine on top of your desk. He sits at the chair opposite from the receptionist counter so casually, feet crossed and casual despite his heart yearning to explain everything to you.

I’m here because I can’t take any more of your pain. Because someone deserves to know how special you are. Because I—

“I can find a date without your help. Beomgyu already took up that role a long time ago. He’s been pestering me about going out with his friend Heeseung for months. So there.” You stick your tongue out at him and continue sweeping.

Soobin chuckles to himself and flips to another page of the magazine, but he can’t deny how his focus remains on you, the center of his attention, for longer than he expected.

“Lee Heeseung, twenty-two. Works at the ramen shop downtown. Entirely incompatible with you. Just for your information.”

You stop sweeping and aim an accusatory eye at him. “And that’s not proprietary information how?”

“I’m not looking out for him. And that only took a couple of Google searches to figure out, love.”

By the time you lock up the store, Soobin is in the habit of checking the door behind you to make sure you didn’t miss the back door or forget to close the play-gate on the way out. Two weeks of observing your routine up close has given him incredible intel, and not just into your schedule.

“Let’s walk past downtown,” Soobin suggests, taking your hand and walking through a new pattern of alleyways and cobblestone paths.

You’re unsure why this route that adds another ten minutes to your walk is worth the trouble, but you take his advice, anyway. He’s your angel for a reason, after all.

“Soobin, unless you suddenly got a hankering for human food, we really should—“

You knock into someone’s shoulders hard; the impact sends you to the gravel. Soobin vanishes from view, his name on your tongue the second you recognize that you’re on the ground.

A pair of hands that aren’t Soobin’s, more calloused and robust, lift you up off the ground.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have been standing so close to the alleyway.”

A beautiful pair of brown eyes gaze at yours, and it stops you dead in your tracks. The stranger’s brown hair falls over his face in a mess of free curls, some of them tinged with sweat. He wears a baking apron around his waist; flour and, you presume, icing cover his shirt.

You look at the building next to you, the pastel pink sign reading “Gyu’s Baked Goods” beaming over your head. And you turn back to the man in question, the baker himself as his hands keep you sturdy on your scraped feet.

“It’s totally fine. I’m the one who should be sorry. I mean, I wasn’t looking anyway and I—“

“No, you don’t have to apologize. This is what I get for taking a smoke break when I have cupcakes to make, right?” The baker chuckles and releases you. Your heart thumps at a rapid tempo when he holds his hand out to you. “I’m Mingyu. Sorry I’m built like a mountain.”

You chuckle and take his hand, the handshake gentle for the size of his palm. It reminds you of a sturdy fireplace, strong but tender. “Pleased to meet you. Apologies for having the build of a leaf.”

Soobin looks on with a knot in his stomach from an opposite alleyway. The process has begun, and he cannot halt its progress. No matter if he wants to be the one in the human male’s place.

Soobin watches on as Mingyu stands with you by the kennels, acid simmering on his tongue from watching the two of you in such a chummy position.

He clutches the novel in his hands with intense pressure, on the edge of ripping pages between his fingers. For the past week and a half, you and Mingyu have spent time together as new acquaintances, giving Sobbing time to read mortal literature.

He should be happy for you; his initial plan to find someone who fits your life and wishes so well is going perfectly. Yet why does he wish he could rewind time and take it back?

To your pleasure and Soobin’s secret dismay, Mingyu’s surprise gift of homemade mini animal treats made the day an amazing experience for all three of you.

You pay no mind to Soobin’s sudden and off-putting sulking as you show Mingyu around the animal shelter, your new friend interested in your job as much as you’re intrigued by him.

Beomgyu saunters up to Soobin with a bag of kibble in his hands, clicking his tongue. “It’s tough, isn’t it, man?”

Soobin huffs and looks at the younger man, the aura around your friend similar to his back home. If only Kai could see him now, grumbling and pouting like a kicked puppy.

“What is?”

“Seeing the girl you like with someone else. I mean, she’s pretty great so I get it.”

Soobin rolls his eyes and goes back to the novel in his hands to distract himself. His jaw ticks when he hears your laughter. The sound creates such a beautiful symphony to his ears, but it’s not reserved for him at the moment, and it makes his stomach turn. “You’re wrong.”

“Okay, dude. I get it. None of my business.” Beomgyu lifts the bag over his shoulder and starts walking, but looks back at Soobin with a smirk. “But maybe it might be mutual if you gave it a shot.”

Soobin scoffs at the kid, and then at himself for the split second he entertains the idiot’s idea. Soobin can pine all he wants, but he knows the boundaries. A multitude of reasons prevent this line from ever being crossed.

He may have incredibly powerful feelings for you, but they’re hidden away and unable to reach the light of day. Not just because he has a strategy for you and Mingyu, but he is not an acceptable suitor because he doesn’t belong here, simply put. Earth is only a temporary stay on his list. And when he goes back and reports to Yeonjun of his success, who knows what will happen?

All he knows is that your paths will cross only once in his and your lifetime, and never again.

Soobin almost remains stuck in his misery until you walk up to him with an orange icing-colored dog bone treat in your hands. You hold it out to him with a shy smile. “For you.”

He smirks, taking the snack from you and rotating it between his fingers. “Isn’t this for the dogs, love?”

And the signature eye roll comes, your bottom lip between your teeth as you do it. “They’re organic. Anyone can eat them.” You look back at him directly, suddenly concerned. “You can eat, right?”

He chuckles. Nodding his head, he looks back at the snack. “Just not sure if I’ll like it.”

You stick your tongue out at him. “Just try it, please?”

Reluctantly, he bites down. Sweet potatoes and carrots, harmoniously blended, flood his mouth. The icing and pinch of cinnamon provides the perfect level of sweetness to round it all out, and Soobin groans. Even the dog treats the guy makes are perfect.

“Okay, it’s pretty great,” Soobin admits, taking another bite. “Even if they’re meant for dogs.”

You laugh and take a tiny corner for yourself. “At least you can say you’ve eaten a dog bone.”

Soobin’s tender smile makes you blush, and it stirs up all the feelings you’ve suppressed when you’re not in his presence. Mingyu’s a welcome distraction from it all. His looks and personality are undeniably attractive, but you always circle back to the angel in your midst.

Who can blame you? He’s ethereal, his magnetism undeniable. But that warmth he’s had from the first day you met is why you can only stay away for so long. He’s a part of your world now, and you can’t imagine that changing in the foreseeable future.

He’s made his place on Earth with you, and you dread the day he has to go back to where he belongs.

The end of January brings the last time for branches to stay vacant of leaves. You notice the small sprouts of leaves amidst the brown limbs as you and Soobin walk back to your house. You bite back a smile, and Soobin comments on it.

It’s like he clenches your heart between his fingers as he says it. “You always hide your excitement like nobody should be watching. Like it’s wrong to be happy about the little things.”

You blush while strolling beside him. “It’s not that I’m hiding it. Maybe I just don’t think anyone will get why I’m happy about certain things.”

Soobin bumps you with his shoulder, a close-mouthed smile on his lips. “Try me.”

You exhale a breath to get your bearings. “Okay, so everyone is always excited about the start of the new year. But then it’s like the excitement dies down and we just go on our merry way until the next holiday comes up. It’s not in the days for me. It’s the environment that always makes me feel the shift, you know?

“Like with animals, almost. The energy is unique, and I feel it when I see the colors and feel the temperature fluctuate.” You shake your head and tuck a stray hair behind your ear. “That may sound stupid, but—“

Soobin stops you on the open sidewalk, taking your hand in his. He looks into your eyes earnestly, wanting you to take his words to heart before he says them. “Nothing you’ve ever said to me is stupid, love. Every thought you have is beautiful because it’s yours.”

Like the town greenery, something shifts inside of you then. Even on the rest of the walk home and the talk over dinner about the day at the shelter, you sense an unfamiliar emotion swirling in the air between you and Soobin. You can’t name it, but it reminds you of the first blooms of spring, brimming with promise.

The first week of February comes in a tidal wave. Many people flood the animal shelter looking for the perfect furry friend to complete their family on the cusp of Valentine’s Day.

All you can hope for is that a majority of them, or at least fifty percent, don’t come back to the shelter after the holiday is over to return the animals looking for forever homes.

That was the one thing that bugged you the most about this job: biting your tongue at the obvious lack of responsibility people put into owning pets.

It holds more weight than anyone knows, bringing another being in your home to tend to like a child. The only difference is that many of them have histories that deserve more care than normal, and some don’t want to put in the right amount of effort.

You sit on these thoughts as Soobin holds the newest cat to the shelter in his hands. “Have you thought of a name for Mr. Cat yet?” Soobin inspects the spot near the cat’s tail. “Or Missus?”

You giggle and grab the clipboard with the cat’s information on it. “He’s a he, Soob. You can come up with a name.”

He ponders the choices, before his smile grows and he presses his nose to the cat’s. “How about Hyuka?” He rubs the back of the cat’s ears tenderly.

You grin at Soobin and brush your fingers over Hyuka’s fur. “I think it’s a perfect fit.”

Soobin looks over at you with bright eyes, his expression transforming into one that feels like the one you held that day so long ago when he called your thoughts beautiful. A question forms on his tongue, but it flits away the second Mingyu walks through the double doors of the animal shelter with a bouquet of daisies.

At least the jerk knows your favorite flowers, Soobin thinks to himself as he walks with Hyuka back to his block in the back room.

You smile at Mingyu and thank him for the flowers, immediately pressing your nose to them to inhale their smell. “They’re amazing, thank you.”

“My buddy Wonwoo is a florist, so don’t thank me too much. I got a discount even though I should’ve paid full price.”

“Can’t beat a couple bucks off.” You set the bundle down on your desk and cross your arms over the countertop. “I take it you’re not just here to deliver flowers?”

Mingyu chuckles and presses a hand to his neck, his toned biceps stretching out his shirt. “Actually, I was going to ask if you had any plans for Valentine’s.”

You stumble on your explanation, discussing the closure of the shelter for the holiday. “Well,” Mingyu starts, “I was thinking you could come by for dinner. And I promise it won’t just be me making you taste test cupcakes again.”

You laugh, but the sound falls flat. You had always been the one pining, yearning for the boy you liked to like you back. Being on the other side of the coin was not exactly ideal. “Mingyu, you know I appreciate you and I am flattered, but…”

Soobin.

You’re unsure how to continue, but Mingyu holds a hand up in understanding. “I get it. How about I make you a meal, anyway? Consider it a friend treating a friend for all of her hard work.”

You blush and nod. “I’d like that very much.”

You’re washing dried-up wet food from the cat bowls when Soobin walks up to you, his face red. By the time Mingyu left, you expected Soobin to come back to your side so you could wash the dishes together. You did it yourself, seeing as he took forever to come back. Soobin asks with a tone of authority, “What the hell are you thinking?”

You poke your cheek with your tongue, contemplating. “I’m thinking Hyuka’s chances of getting adopted before Valentine’s is about—“

“You know that wasn’t what I meant, love.” He says the pet name with annoyance as he drops one bowl into the sink next to you. His tone catches you off guard, not expecting to see Soobin angry for the first time like this.

“You asked me what I was thinking, and I’m telling you.”

“Why did you say no to the date?” Soobin asks, his eyes blazing with fury. Something without a name sits below though, you can tell.

“I, technically, didn’t say no. It’s just more friendly than romantic.”

“Do you expect me to find you another soulmate like this?” Soobin drops another dirty plate in the sink for you to clean up. You don’t know if the question is exactly for you or for himself.

The tension sits thickly in the air, the running tap the only sound for a good minute or two. “I’m sure you’ll think of something,” you respond, hoping to ease the awkwardness.

Your cheekiness makes Soobin chuckle deeply. You missed his laugh, you realize, not hearing the sound in a while. Not since before Mingyu came around. “What am I gonna do with you, love?”

You shrug and go back to washing the bowls, hiding your smile behind soap suds and dishwater.

Soobin’s leg shakes as he sits on your couch, watching the clock on the spot above your door. 10:49 PM. He’s been waiting for hours to welcome you home from your “friendly” date with Mingyu. Admittedly, he’s been waiting since the second you left, the night of Valentine’s Day on the forefront of his brain since he heard the meathead ask you to have dinner.

Minho and Key keep him company, the older animals in your horde understanding and patient while Soobin mopes around. The angel feels as impatient as Bori can be when she has to wait for dinner.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Soobin says to Key, the chihuahua’s overbite hanging almost like a taunt. “I’m not stewing.”

He’s definitely stewing. The animals must be saying to each other, conspiring about what will occur when their mother finally gets home.

And on the cusp of eleven, you walk into the house and unbuckle your heels. You watch Soobin on the couch, his hands fidgeting on his lap. “Have you been sitting there for three hours?” You ask in a cute tone that drives Soobin nuts.

“No, I made the animals dinner.” You set your bag on the iron wrack where your coats lie, and throw your shoes in some corner of the living room before Soobin continues with, “So, how was the date?”

You stride to the mirror, beginning to unclasp the flashy studs in your ears. “It was fine. Nothing special. Just two friends having dinner.”

“That’s all it was? No candles at the table, no romantic music, nothing?”

“Why are you so concerned, Soobin? I went out, I had fun, now I’m home.” Soobin’s not prepared to hear your voice so clipped and direct. Your frustration is usually a mask of humor or concern. Not genuine anger, like right now. You don’t look at him directly, continuing to remove your jewelry as your ire grows.

You try to de-escalate the argument by retreating to the kitchen, but he only follows you there. And moving back into the living doesn’t help either. “Stop following me, Soobin!”

“Stop running away,” he barks back.

“I will when you stop making a big deal out of this.”

“It is a big deal,” he says with a scoff. “And am I not allowed to worry about you and who you’re with?” He asks with a bite that matches your irritation.

“Why are you so concerned if Mingyu’s the person you wanted to set me up with in the first place?”

“Don’t ask me that question,” he whispers. His jaw tightens and his hands clam up, but you don’t give in. If he wants to finish the discussion, then you’ll continue to press him for an answer.

“Why? What kind of ‘proprietary information’ relates to how you feel about this? What does me going out with Mingyu and you being a complete ass about it have anything to do with top-secret intel?”

“I love you, alright?!” He yells, standing stock still as his veins pulse in his head and neck. His hands go to the messy strands of his hair, almost like he feels himself going crazy at his own confession. “I did not mean to, and it’s awful. I can’t give you the life you deserve. Someone like Mingyu or any other human man would be lucky to have you, yet I can barely stomach the thought of someone else getting to touch you in all the ways I wish I could. And it’s driving me insane.”

The confession knocks something loose inside of you, remaining inhibitions be damned if it means now that the feelings Soobin harbors mirror your own without a doubt.

You step closer to him, the tension almost too much to bear any longer. You press your hands to his neck, and bring him closer until your lips are a mere inch apart. “Nothing and nobody’s stopping you, Soobin.”

He takes a deep breath to hold himself back, grounding himself so he doesn’t do something that will upend both of your worlds. “You don’t know that, love.”

You chuckle softly. “Maybe not, but I do know that I love you too.”

When you brush his mouth with your own, every being in the universe, heavenly or not, ceases to exist in your mind. It’s only you and Soobin in your own world. You want to kick yourself for taking so long to seize this moment, this kiss, with him. For all of the reasons Soobin supplies as to why it’s wrong for the two of you to be together, this could not feel more right.

Soobin only gives himself a second of separation from you to catch his breath before he dives back in for one, two, three more kisses. He moans eagerly into your mouth. He tugs on the fabric of your dress to occupy his hands, his body hungry for any contact he can get.

Heavens do be damned, if it means he can keep you between his arms and against his lips.

Your back hits the bed as Soobin attaches his lips to your neck. The dogs scratch at the locked door of your bedroom, but you know they’ll give up after another minute of waiting for a result that will never come. You have other priorities to tend to.

Soobin’s lips and teeth mark you up as he travels along your skin with his mouth. He removes your dress and his shirt so your skin is in closer contact, the feeling of his every present warmth lighting you from the inside out. Your undergarments are still in the way, but you know they’ll be discarded soon.

“You do not know how many days I wished for this,” he mumbles into the spot between your breasts, his kisses setting you on fire to the point you can barely tell where he’s going next. He unclasps the clips holding your bra together, your top half now bare for his eyes to witness.

He marvels at the fullness of your chest before he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. He licks at the skin as he suckles. The action pulls a moan from your lips, your body thrusting up at nothing but open air.

“You can touch me in other ways, Soobin,” you gasp, taking his hand in yours and intertwining your fingers.

He blushes a deep crimson, releasing your nipple from his lips. “I don’t know how,” he admits.

You take his hand to guide lower to the top of your underwear, urging him to slip his hand inside. He does so, immediately finding the wetness of your folds against his fingertips. “You can move them around—just like that.”

He takes your advice and expertly finds your clit to take between his thumb and index finger. Your hips buck up into his touch, and he smirks against your lips. He asks, “Is this what you like?”

“Yes, please.” He takes your underwear off to freely glide his fingers in and out of you, three of the digits simultaneously filling you but leaving you aching for more. “Please, Soobin, please,” you beg.

“What do you want, my love? Don’t hold back.”

“I want you inside of me,” you confess. He listens to your request without question. Unbuckling his pants, his cock springs free to make your eyes linger to the bottom half of his body. You don’t guess for long what it feels like, as he immediately sinks into you to make your eyelids flutter.

“Holy shit,” you exclaim, pressing your hands to his lower back, pushing him in deeper until he’s filling you to the hilt.

“You feel amazing.” Soobin says the words against your lips as he thrusts for the first time. He pulls completely before slipping back in, groaning the entire way.

While you appreciate the slow movement of his body against yours, not too eager to rush the experience, you cling to him with eager fingers, hoping the message will come across. “Soobin, go faster.”

You’ve only ever been with two other men in your life, two lackluster experiences in college you wished to forget. All the time between now was just a waiting game, you only willing to go the distance when you felt it was with the right person. And it seems like all the failures in your history have led you to this perfect blip in time.

Like Soobin can read your mind, he slows down just enough so he can whisper to you, “It’s always been you. It’s only ever been you.”

You can’t help the tear that forms in your eye, but it’s quickly kissed away with Soobin’s lips on your cheek and, subsequently, your mouth.

“I’m gonna come, Soobin. Please don’t stop.” His hips work faster, his thumb pressing down and rubbing your clit harder, and you can barely feel your body before it lights up in every area.

Your toes curl, your mouth slacks, and your soul explodes as the pleasure overtakes you. You feel empty yet so full from the endorphins released from your orgasm.

Soobin continues to move his hips against yours. His pace stutters, signaling his own release. He captures his lips with yours as he spills inside of you, your body his to claim completely. Nobody has ever had you in this way—emotionally, mentally, physically.

When you tell Soobin “I love you,” you mean it in every facet of reality, your soul intimately linked with his otherworldly one.

“I love you too, my love.” He smiles like a bashful child, taking you into his arms and pulling you closer as the night continues on outside. When you again, bodies intertwined between your sheets, all that you wish for now is for the moment to last forever.

And when you fall asleep that night in his arms a few hours later, you pray to every god you can name that it never ends.

The expectation of waking up to the warmth of Soobin’s arms and kisses dies when you feel his empty side of the bed. You search the entire house , your dogs padding behind you as you search every corner for him.

To your terror and slowly breaking heart, he remains to be seen. Soobin is gone like he was never there to begin with, your house flooding with a chill that hits you to the core.

You crawl back into bed, naked and alone, tears streaming down your face. The only time you rise is to let the animals eat and use the bathroom. For the rest of the day, you remain in bed like a phantom. Half out of your body, half inside of it to feel every ounce of pain. Each shred of sadness reminds you that you still exist, and the man—angel—that you love is gone.

Yeonjun has his head in his hand when another pair of associates throw Soobin in front of his desk. Soobin put up an intense fight in the resulting scuffle to bring him back to the office above Earth, but he doesn’t regret it. The only thing he regrets is not leaving you with some sort of explanation, even something as little as a minute to tell you he loves you.

“When I approved your descent, I expected you to help your assignment. Not sleep with her.” Yeonjun sighs and reads over the paperwork at his desk. “The guys above me are gonna love this.”

“Jun, please.” Soobin falls down on his scraped knees and raises his hands in a prayer. “Let me just tell her—”

“What else is there to explain? You’ve clearly done enough.”

“I’m begging you—”

“You think I’m going to let you spend another second with her and make me look like an idiot? No.” He slams his hand on the desk. “If you’re lucky, Soobin, all the archangels will do is send you to the second circle of Hell. I’m surprised they’re not reprimanding me as your superior. You broke our greatest oath.”

Do not consort with humans, Soobin reminds himself as tears stream down his face. “I love her, Yeonjun. And you know she loves me. Didn’t I do my job? I found her a soulmate, just like she wished for.”

Yeonjun shakes his head with a sad smirk. “Don’t think you can get around our rules this time, Soobin. I just called you here to tell you the council will see you in the morning. Be grateful they’re giving you a chance to explain yourself.”

The angels that brought Soobin in drag him away to the lower cells of the building. As he’s pushed and pulled through dark hallways, Soobin has barely enough time to come up with a plan to fix what he’s ruined. Barely.

Your dream is almost the same as the one you envisioned months ago, the dark cavern welcoming you like an old friend. The fog of your transition from sleep to dreaming still pervades your senses. You barely have time to make out the details before Soobin has you wrapped in his arms, holding you so tightly that you feel the air knocked out of your lungs. “Thank God it worked.”

You sob immediately when you recognize Soobin’s voice and his arms around you. It’s like a magnet the way you gravitate to one another, not worrying if the dream will last a second or into eternity. You can barely remember the pain of being without him now that he’s in front of you.

You call his name as he kisses the crown of your hair. He backs you into the desk at the far end of the room, lifting you up by the legs to sit on its marble top. He trails his lips down until they meet your own, and he says so tenderly, “I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there when you woke up.”

Breaking into a fit of sad laughter, you run your hands through the hair at the nape of his neck. “I’m just happy you’re here with me now.” You kiss him again and again, until your lips feel bruised and sore.

Soobin sheds a tear and looks back into the night outside of his office door. “I don’t have long. They’ll bring me back to my cell soon. But I wanted to tell you I love you. And I’ll come back as soon as I can.”

“W-Why are you being punished? You did what you were s-supposed to,” you stutter, a mournful knot building in your throat.

“I fell in love with a human when I shouldn’t have,” he answers, another tear welling in his eye. “But it was worth every rule I broke. How could I regret finding my best friend?” Soobin smiles despite the pain that you two share.

You hiccup into his neck. “When will I see you again?”

“I-I don't know. But I’ll fix this,” he assures you, a steadfast determination in his expression.

“You don’t know that for sure, though,” you cry, heart ripping deeper at the seams with each word.

“I don’t, but for now, know that I love you. I love you more than my existence allows.” He kisses you one more time as the edges of your dream blur. “It’s only for now, I promise.”

When you wake tangled in the comforter on your bed, the morning sky bleeding through your window, you begin the torture of waiting for the person you love most in the world to come back to you.

TWO MONTHS LATER

For the past seven Fridays since Soobin left, you’ve stayed in and waited for the phone to ring or the doorbell to sound, any way to signify that he hasn’t broken his promise. You don’t bother going into work, trying to find any excuse to stay in the house.

Beomgyu tries to get you out, go on dates, avoid the aching hole in your chest, but he doesn’t understand. None of your friends do. They think he’s left without an explanation like another random asshole would, but they don’t understand how wrong they are.

They’ll never understand you’re waiting for the one who took your heart between his hands and still holds it to this day, even if you can’t see him for now.

For now. The words play in your mind on a loop, the sound of Soobin’s voice as vivid as the day he said them between kisses in your dream. It’s only for now, I promise.

This Friday, you take his words to heart and decide to go out. You walk Key and Bori, the morning sun turning into an afternoon sky clear of clouds. The warmer weather signals winter is giving way to spring, although you can still feel the chill in your bones.

When you bring the dogs back home, you’re still too restless to stay inside, too many memories in the house haunting you with Soobin’s presence.

You walk around the town streets, the memories of those you love the most filling your heart with a solemn nostalgia that edges out the parts of you that are still miserable. You and Beomgyu learning to ride bikes around the animal shelter. Your parents treating you to your first scoop of mint chocolate ice cream after you won gold at your spelling contest. The kiss you shared with Soobin in your living room, and all the kisses that followed.

Each one contains longing for the past, yet offers some hope for making fresh memories in the same spots. And even locations you haven’t discovered yet.

By the second trip around the blocks you know too well, nighttime rears its head. The city lights mark the street names and numbers with a yellow glow, the heavens above pitch black.

Your legs are sluggish, ankles sore from continuing through the world around you without stopping for rest, but no physical excursion compared to the mental expedition you’ve been on today, a microcosm for all of your tangled emotions for the past two months.

You almost give into the demands of your body when you hear the faintest sound of your name behind you. Turning on shaking limbs, you see the perfect contours and edges of the man you love in crystal clarity. His shoulders heave as his face remains wet with tears, his body on the verge of convulsing from the travel back to you.

Although every muscle strains and screams inside of you, you run towards him with all of your might and crash into his arms. The water on your cheeks mixes with his when your skin touches. He kisses each tear before he reaches your lips, his mouth tasting of salt and peppermint.

“I’m here. I’m here, my love.” He strokes your hair with his hand and runs the other across your back.

“I didn’t get to say I love you too, last time I saw you,” you say, the words tumbling over one another as you try getting them about. You’re crying and mumbling and it all feels incoherent, but you know every sound you emit is true.

Soobin chuckles, and you’re reminded how beautiful the sound of his laughter is. “You never had to say it back, my love. I already knew.”

Your heartbeat is erratic, but it doesn’t distract you from the fact Soobin’s heart seems to beat as well. A strong, even-tempered rhythm, one you’ve never heard before. You look him deep in the eyes, needing to hear the words on his lips. “Are you—“

His voice is still hoarse and tattered, but his smile is like the salve to all of your wounds. “I told you I would come back to you.”

You whimper, another tear escaping from your eyes. “You gave up everything for me? Your immortality, your friends, your—”

He presses a finger to your lips before running it over your cheek, his expression soft. “I completed my mission. And my everything is right here with me.”

You kiss his lips, all the I love you’s not enough to encapsulate every feeling and gift Soobin’s given you since he came into your life. You both may be on Earth, one old and one new human soul linked as one, but you know this is what it means to be higher than even the immensity of heaven.

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velvrei · 7 months ago

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i know you’re not taking requests for him… but rob rausch (from love island) smut would actually be amazing 🙏🙏

hehehehe yes this is one of the only exceptions i’ll take for non-requested people bc rob is HOT

you and rob have been coupled up sense the beginning. you chose him and he chose you. rob, being himself, did have moments where he was skeptical, however he was always completely transparent with you and would tell you how he felt.

there were many girls that liked him, including liv, who stole him, and he eventually came back to you. you and rob had won today’s challenge, and been voted america’s favorite couple, so you gained your night in the hideaway.

and that’s how you ended up on top of him, his hands tied behind his back, mask on your face as you rode him, hips moving against his.

“god, that feels amazing,” he whispered under his breath, his head falling back, tugging at the rope that held his hands together.

“yeah?” you spoke, various cuss words slipping from your mouth as he fucked up into you, “feels good when i’m on top, doesn’t it?”

the whole villa knew you were probably the horniest couple on the island, so they knew after your night in the hideaway there would be many stories to tell.

after 2 rounds of you on top of him, he took the mask off your face, throwing it across the room, turning your bodies over.

“missed that pretty face of yours..” he says, tucking some hair behind your ear, before turning your body around, shoving your face into the pillows, knowing you liked it rough.

“that feel good, baby?” he said, pushing into you again and gaining speed. he smiled as your back arched, holding your hip with one hand and your head with the other.

“yes, feels so good!” you shout out, clenching around him as he pounds in and out of you.

“good girl,” he says, sending shivers down your body, “you know i like it when you respond to me,” he said, watching as you scream into the pillows.

“yeah, come on, scream my name, baby,” his words cause your body to tremble and scream his name into the pillows, feeling him twitch inside of you, he enjoyed seeing how much pleasure he gave you.

“good fucking girl, i’m so close baby, you feel so good, fuck,” rob moaned, starting to bottom out as he starts to reach the edge, his hips stuttering as he shoots his cum into you.

once he comes down from his high he doesn’t stop, continuing his thrusts, “come on, love, cum for me,” he moves faster, moaning as he sees his load spilling out of you.

“cum for me, god, you look so pretty with my cum spilling out of you,” his words brought you over to the edge, his hand reaching over and rubbing circles along your clit, watching intently as your body trembled as you came.

“good girl, it’s okay, i’m here,” his words slowly slowed your breathing from quick pants to regular breaths.

rob turns you around after a minute and kisses your forehead. “you okay?” you nod your head, eyes tired and drowsy as you smile up at him.

“i’m okay, robby,” you say, your voice obviously tired, he giggles at the nickname you call him, which you really only use when you’re tired and drowsy or feeling playful.

“good, had to make sure. let’s go to bed baby. 3 rounds is more than enough for us.”

you giggle at his words, “is it?” you say, raising an eyebrow. he laughs at your words.

“for now it is. who knows, maybe we’ll be up again at 2am. tonight’s the night to do whatever we want,” rob says, wiggling his eyebrows as you gently tap his face.

“you’re so stupid,” you say, and you both laugh and you cuddle against his chest, you both finally falling asleep.

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queen-of-boops · 1 year ago

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Volume 4 Thoughts

Oh boy, things started to go a bit off the rails this week (doesn't help that I barely remember what happened last time) but here we go...

What was the point in getting to know the OG girls only for half of them to be dumped immediately? (Estelle and Willow for me, shame I wanted them to be my besties)

Evan is... yikes. Gorgeous sprite but as soon as he started checking me out at the ceremony it was a no from me

I cannot stop laughing about the chat with the dumped OGs. To sum it up: "Geri's a hypocrite, she's gonna hate you, but you and Joyo are adorable and we both ship it."

Joyo is SO CUTE. I wasn't expecting him to be so nervous and sweet right away, but I love that he's opening up to us some more (ok, in all honesty, my love for him should be studied cause it defies all scientific reasoning, but...)

Shocker, Geri still has a thing for Joyo.

Maybe this is my blonde MC who wears a lot of pink, but I look like Daph's sister and I hate it.

The challenge. Where to even start. That shit was ROUGH. The 'sexy' dialogue was so cringy, wtf was Geri doing anyway? HOWEVER Alex's 'wood weekend is starting early' comment SENT me.

Evan needs to chill. He's being very forward and isn't listening when I say I'm not interested.

Seriously Geri, you can flirt with Joyo all you want, he's not going back to you so save yourself some dignity and stop looking so desperate.

But I LOVED the chat where he was reassuring us and telling us all about his friend group, they sound so wholesome and inclusive 🥺

Raf and Daph are ADORABLE. I love them your honor, OTP. Please let them stay a sweet, loyal couple and don't turn them into a toxic mess.

Alex and Uma are surprisingly cute together too.

Unsurprisingly, Bryson and Bonnie have friendzoned each other.

The winner of the challenge gets to pick who goes to the hideaway? It should just be winner goes to the hideaway. Picking makes no sense (especially when we can't opt out anyway)

That being said, as a recovering Ozzy girlie, actually being able to go to the hideaway with my chosen LI for the first time since SEASON 3 (Damn, Oliver and Ozzy lovers were robbed) was so nice.

I need them to stop with the toys that are used for 0.5 seconds though, if they're not gonna be incorporated don't bother. Smut was a little better than last time though, but still nothing special.

Two new Islanders? Already? Guess that means no movie night....

A LOT more clear AI use these episodes and I'm so upset about all the OG girls leaving. Hopefully I can become besties with Daph soon cause the other girls are all starting to annoy me at times. Still head over heels for Joyo and at this point that's what's keeping me going, I hope more happens next week though cause this week was just predictable AF.

#litg #litg stick or twist #litg s7 #litg season 7 #mo rants about s7

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Scripts - S6 - Episode 41 (Part 1 of 2)

Final chat with LI (had to split it it's long but the smut is in this half)

NARRATOR: Welcome back to Love Island where the girls have just received the biggest text of the season. Time to go dress shopping for prom night.

NARRATOR: Come to think of it, I got a text from my bank saying it was time to go dress shopping the other day.

NARRATOR: Or maybe it said time to do less shopping. Well, I guess we’ll never know. My card declined as soon as I got to the till.

NARRATOR: Let’s jump back to it and see what outfits the girls choose and more importantly...

NARRATOR: What fun they get up to whilst wearing them!

As you and the girls arrive at the luxurious dress shop, Amelia runs her hands over all the rails, fizzing with excitement.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Ahhhh! How many days do we get to spend here?

AMELIA_HAPPY: We have to try on everything.

{0}_HAPPY: I think we have to be a bit more selective.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Do you know what style you’re going for, girls?

GRACE_HAPPY: I’ve known Ozzy long enough to know the sort of thing he’d want me to wear.

GRACE_HAPPY: So I’m gonna do the complete opposite. Keep him on his twinkle toes.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Expect the unexpected.

GRACE_HAPPY: These outfits are about us.

GRACE_HAPPY: Me and Marshall may well be a new couple.

GRACE_HAPPY: But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna hold back with my outfit.

Grace glances at you and pouts her lip.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Maybe even make some of the other boys regret their decisions.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: I’m going for maximum effort tonight.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: I wanna feel like I’m in a movie. A real romance.

{0}_HAPPY: My night with {1} will be more of a rom-com.

{0}_HAPPY: But I’m still gonna try and look fire.

GRACE_FLIRTY: You always do, that shouldn’t be much trouble for you.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Maybe you guys will hit it off, make it more of a romp-com.

AMELIA_HAPPY: What’s your plan with your prom outfit, {0}?

Loud and sexy

PLAYER_FLIRTY: There’s only one option tonight, girls.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I want my outfit to be loud and sexy.

The girls clap and cheer.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Yass!

AMELIA_FLIRTY: We should all put on our sexiest, loudest looks.

GRACE_FLIRTY: You don’t need to tell me twice.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Can’t wait to see what you go with, {0}.

Something classy

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You girls enjoy your loud looks. I’m going for something more subtle.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Bring a bit of class to the proceedings.

{0}_FLIRTY: A class of her own. Love that.

GRACE_FLIRTY: I’m excited to see what look you come up with.

I’m not sure yet

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m a little unsure which way to go.

{0}_FLIRTY: Well, you look great in anything.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You should just keep an open mind until you see the outfits.

AMELIA_HAPPY: You’ll know the right one when you see it.

{0}_FLIRTY: That reminds me actually, I’m gonna go get ready somewhere else.

GRACE_SAD: Aww babe. You aren’t sticking around with us?

{0}_HAPPY: I’d love to, but I wanna turn up at the prom night, under the twinkling lights.

{0}_FLIRTY: Look up and see {1} in her outfit for the first time.

{0}_FLIRTY: I want our outfits to be a surprise.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Cute.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: That’s so romantic, awww.

{0}_FLIRTY: That’s the plan.

{0} blows you a kiss before making her way to a private room.

PLAYER_HAPPY: See you later, {0}.

{0}_HAPPY: Loving the different approaches.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Did I tell you guys about the dream I had of Toby?

GRACE_SURPRISED: Don’t tell me if it’s gross.

AMELIA_HAPPY: No, nothing like that.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: We fulfilled all our naughty dreams in the Hideaway.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: I said don’t tell me if it’s gross.

AMELIA_HAPPY: No, I had this dream that he asked me to be his girlfriend.

Sounds like a nightmare

PLAYER_IDLE: Sounds like a genuine nightmare. Bet you woke up in sweats.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I woke up grinning from ear to ear, to be honest.

PLAYER_IDLE: Gross.

GRACE_SURPRISED: Wait, so you’d actually be his girlfriend if he asked?

AMELIA_IDLE: Well, in the dream I said yes.

What would you say if he did?

PLAYER_SURPRISED: And what did you say to him?

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Yes, of course.

GRACE_SURPRISED: You’d be his girlfriend already?

AMELIA_HAPPY: No, in the dream I said yes.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: So what about in real life?

Amelia has a little think about it.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: I’d probably say yes in real life as well to be honest.

It’s too early for that

PLAYER_SURPRISED: It’s a little early for that, isn’t it?

GRACE_SURPRISED: Yeah, do you even know his surname yet?

AMELIA_HAPPY: I feel like I’ve known him for years.

GRACE_SURPRISED: Woah, this is big news.

{0}_SURPRISED: This is big news.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Very big news.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: You’ve got me worried about my declarations now.

GRACE_HAPPY: If Ozzy asked me to be his girlfriend I think I’d throw my drink over him.

GRACE_IDLE: But I have a suspicion he’s gonna ask me to give him a second chance.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Well, one more chance would be his 23rd chance, but whatever.

AMELIA_IDLE: You’re still open to him, clearly.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: Can’t deny it.

AMELIA_HAPPY: 23 reasons why you should tell him it’s over.

AMELIA_IDLE: But they’re all irrelevant if you still feel ready to give things a go.

AMELIA_IDLE: Don’t you think, {0}?

Ozzy deserves one more chance

PLAYER_IDLE: I think Ozzy deserves one more chance, Grace.

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s been a turbulent few weeks and he’s not been at his best.

PLAYER_IDLE: Now the dust has settled, maybe things will be different.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Exactly. I mean we saw how he turned things around with Marshall.

AMELIA_HAPPY: The guy can defo change and mature, if given the chance.

He’s used up all his chances

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I seriously think that guy has used all his chances, Grace.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’m sorry, but he doesn’t deserve your patience.

GRACE_SERIOUS: That’s how I want to feel.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: But?

I’m staying out of it

PLAYER_SERIOUS: I’m not getting involved.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: You should just do whatever you think is right.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Well, I can’t deny the feeling that we have unfinished business.

{0}_HAPPY: Business hours are open tonight, Grace.

{0}_HAPPY: See what he has to say for himself.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Business hours are open tonight, Grace.

AMELIA_HAPPY: See what he has to say for himself.

GRACE_SERIOUS: I may just do that.

GRACE_SAD: I’m gonna get emotional if all of you are getting engaged and planning your wedding.

GRACE_HAPPY: While me and Marshall are just sitting there gulping wine.

{0}_HAPPY: Me and {1} are in the same boat, Grace.

{0}_HAPPY: We can join our tables together and have a friends only meal together.

{0}_HAPPY: Leave the love birds to it.

GRACE_HAPPY: It’s a deal.

GRACE_HAPPY: Nah, all I want from tonight is to enjoy myself. Fun and laughs.

AMELIA_IDLE: What about {0}? What do we reckon her declaration will be?

AMELIA_IDLE: What about {0}? What do we reckon his declaration will be?

GRACE_HAPPY: Defo an engagement on the cards.

GRACE_SERIOUS: I’ll scream if he gets down on one knee.

GRACE_SERIOUS: And not in a Yay I’m so happy way.

GRACE_SERIOUS: I love you both, but that would be too soon by Oz.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: What kind of declaration are you hoping for from {0}?

Big and romantic

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I want her declaration to be big and romantic! Something really special.

AMELIA_HAPPY: {0} is probably writing her most soulful speech as we speak.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Trying to get it as soppy and lovey dovey as she can.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well, I hope she gets it right.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I want his declaration to be big and romantic! Something really special.

{0}_HAPPY: {1} is probably writing his most soulful speech as we speak.

{0}_HAPPY: Trying to get it as soppy and lovey dovey as he can.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well, I hope he gets it right.

GRACE_SERIOUS: I’m not joking. I will not clap if you and Ozzy get engaged tonight.

Amelia looks at Grace a little surprised.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Fine, I’ll clap once.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: But invite me to the wedding, please. I’ll be over it by then.

{0}_FLIRTY: Maybe Marshall will be bringing you to the wedding as his plus one, Grace.

{0}_HAPPY: You guys might click.

GRACE_HAPPY: We’ll see. I’m loudly pessimistic.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Who knows what could happen tonight.

Chill and light

PLAYER_IDLE: I guess I just want something chill and light.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Nothing that’s gonna make my toes curl.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: Oh no. This is bad.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Why?

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: This morning, {0} told us she was taking the declaration very seriously.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: She said it was gonna be really really painfully romantic.

GRACE_SURPRISED: Did she?

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: This morning, {0} told us he was taking the declaration very seriously.

AMELIA_EMBARRASSED: He said it was gonna be really really painfully romantic.

{0}_SURPRISED: Did he?

AMELIA_HAPPY: Nah, I’m joking.

GRACE_IDLE: I think I’d get through the night if Oz kept it light.

GRACE_SERIOUS: I don’t mind what you two get up to, but just not in my face, please.

Funny and sweet

PLAYER_HAPPY: I just want {0} to keep it fun and sweet. That’s the way to my heart.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Save the big gestures for a more private moment.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Yeah, the last thing you want is some big soppy thing if you aren’t feeling it.

GRACE_HAPPY: I’m sure {0} can deliver a fun one.

GRACE_IDLE: Not that I’m over the moon about having to hear it.

Up to {0}

PLAYER_IDLE: It’s up to {0} at the end of the day.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m trying not to have any declaration expectations.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Go in with an open mind. It’s a good policy.

AMELIA_HAPPY: I have to say it though.

AMELIA_IDLE: I think that {0} is gonna ask you to be {1} girlfriend.

GRACE_SERIOUS: I genuinely think {0}’ll get down on one knee. Just have a feeling.

{0}_SERIOUS: One knee is a step too far.

{0}_SERIOUS: But I do think he’ll ask if you wanna move in together.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You guys are expecting big moves.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Anything less would be disappointing.

GRACE_SERIOUS: Well, if we wanna ensure big moves, we gotta secure big outfits.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Ahhhh, let’s see what there is.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Woah!

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Oh. My. Gosh.

GRACE_HAPPY: We all look stunning.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m never taking this off. In love.

GRACE_SURPRISED: {0}, that outfit is incredible.

GRACE_HAPPY: Why not have a quick touch up? A few sparkly accessories wouldn’t go amiss?

Let’s see what I can add

I’m fine like this

PLAYER_IDLE: Never mind touchups, it’s time to touchdown at this prom.

The girls laugh and cheer.

GRACE_HAPPY: Couldn’t agree more. Let’s go!

AMELIA_HAPPY: Let’s help {0} find her loud and sexy outfit!

AMELIA_HAPPY: Let’s help {0} find her classy outfit!

AMELIA_HAPPY: Let’s help {0} decide what outfit she should wear!

PLAYER_HAPPY: What do we think of this, girls?

GRACE_HAPPY: Lost. For. Words!

{0}_FLIRTY: Hold the phone. You have to wear that!

{0}_HAPPY: {1} is gonna be speechless.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Genuinely, that looks incredible.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Please tell us you’re wearing that, right?

*TRYOUTFIT* This is my prom look!

I want to see other options

{0}_FLIRTY: Won’t lie, I can’t stop thinking about that outfit, {1}.

GRACE_HAPPY: There’s a million outfits you could wear tonight.

GRACE_HAPPY: But that was the one you defo should wear.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Well, this is the last night in the villa.

AMELIA_HAPPY: If you ever wanted to glam up and look like a sexy queen.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: This is probably the time.

GRACE_HAPPY: Yeah, come on, {0}. Turn it up a level with us.

AMELIA_IDLE: Wanna give that outfit another whirl?

I’ll give it another spin

GRACE_FLIRTY: {0} better have taken that heart rate monitor off from the dance off.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Because that thing will be off the charts when she sees you.

GRACE_FLIRTY: Because that thing will be off the charts he sees you.

{0}_HAPPY: She’s not wrong. It’s such a great look.

AMELIA_IDLE: Is this the outfit for your final night in the villa then?

*TRYOUTFIT* This is it!

I might see if I’ve missed another one

Maybe there’s something else I missed

I like this

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m gonna go with this look, actually.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Can’t believe these are our final outfits in here.

GRACE_FLIRTY: You saved the best till last, hun. Honestly, you look so pretty.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Can’t believe these are our final outfits in here.

GRACE_FLIRTY: I know, well you’re leaving with a bang. Love this look.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Can’t believe these are our final outfits in here.

GRACE_HAPPY: I know. It’s gone so fast.

AMELIA_SURPRISED: In fact, I just realised. This will be our last time getting dressed together.

GRACE_SAD: Aww, that’s such a sad thought.

PLAYER_HAPPY: No time for sad thoughts, girls. We’ve got a prom to get to.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Wooo! Let’s smash it, girls!

You take one final look at yourselves in the mirror before leaving on a cloud of excited anticipation for the night ahead.

The garden glows with romantic lights as you and the girls arrive.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m so excited.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Can’t wait to see what Tobes is wearing.

GRACE_HAPPY: I think I can see them!

Right then you lock eyes with {0} standing in a line with all the boys at the other end of the garden.

He smiles at you charmingly in his stunning prom outfit.

The garden glows with romantic lights as you, Amelia and Grace arrive.

GRACE_HAPPY: I’m so excited. Show me that boy.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Can’t wait to see everyone all dressed up.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I wonder what {0} is wearing!

Right then you lock eyes with {0} standing in a line with the boys.

She smiles at you with rosy cheeks in her stunning prom outfit.

{0}_FLIRTY: I knew you’d look gorgeous tonight, {1}.

{0}_FLIRTY: But this is prettier than my wildest dreams.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Thank you.

AMELIA_HAPPY: We tried to get her not to show us up.

AMELIA_HAPPY: But of course she came out looking like a goddess. As usual.

{0}_FLIRTY: Always. You look absolutely stunning, {1}.

{0}_FLIRTY: There you are. I’ve been waiting all night to lay eyes on you.

{0}_FLIRTY: And you look absolutely stunning.

You look stunning yourself

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You look stunning too.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: So, I guess we’re matching.

{0}_FLIRTY: Best dressed couple.

Tell me something I don’t know

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I know I’m looking good. Tell me something I don’t know.

{0}_HAPPY: You’re looking better than good?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I knew that too.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’re a lucky girl.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’re a lucky boy.

{0}_HAPPY: That’s obvious. Tell me something I don’t know.

{0}_FLIRTY: Best dressed couple award.

You should have put in more effort

PLAYER_IDLE: Wish you’d have put in a bit more effort.

{0}_SAD: Really? I tried but maybe I got the look a bit wrong.

PLAYER_SERIOUS: Just a bit.

{0}_SURPRISED: Don’t take it to heart, I think you look great.

{0}_HAPPY: It’s kind of awkward, I was gonna say we were the best dressed couple.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: Best dressed couple goes to me and Tobes, sorry not sorry.

GRACE_HAPPY: I’m gonna have to overrule. {0} looks sensational.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: The people have spoken.

TOBY_HAPPY: Are you girls just gonna stand there or are you gonna come say hi?

PLAYER_HAPPY: I suppose we can come and say hi.

You and the girls make your way over to the boys and {0}.

You and the girls make your way over to the boys.

GRACE_HAPPY: Aww, you all look great.

{0}_HAPPY: Back at ya.

{0}_HAPPY: {1}, you look incredible.

{0}_HAPPY: Aww, thanks, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: We have to be the best looking finalists ever.

GRACE_HAPPY: Duhh! Look at us.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Let’s get this prom party started guys!

Everyone raises their glasses.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Can’t believe we’ve all made it this far.

{0}_HAPPY: Genuinely surreal.

TOBY_HAPPY: To be fair, this has been like an extended weekend holiday for me.

AMELIA_FLIRTY: You can pack a lot in a few days though.

GRACE_EMBARRASSED: How about you both pack it into a private room?

Suddenly, amidst the chatter, {0} holds out her hand towards yours.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What is it?

{0}_FLIRTY: I was wondering if you wanted a slow dance with me?

I’d love a dance

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That sounds dreamy.

You take her hand gently and she swoops her arm around your back as you both glide out into the garden.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Awww, they’re dancing! So cute.

You feel {0}’s delicate shoulders as you press your hand against her back.

Twirling around slowly under the twinkling garden lights.

{0}_FLIRTY: I told you in the prom shop that I wanted to keep our outfits a secret.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m so glad we did.

{0}_FLIRTY: Felt like I was in a fairytale when I first laid eyes on you tonight.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m glad it was worth the wait.

{0}_FLIRTY: Now we’re an official couple, we can begin properly exploring things.

{0}_FLIRTY: How about we start with our dance moves?

She spins you out with one hand before guiding you back towards her with a giggle.

{0}_FLIRTY: Light on your feet.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about you?

You release {0} with your hand, she does a smooth spin on her tiptoes before falling back into your arms.

{0}_HAPPY: Impressed?

Couldn’t take my eyes off you

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Very impressed. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.

{0}_FLIRTY: You’re making me blush. Thank you.

CHLOE_SURPRISED: Being a ballerina helps. What can I say?

I’ve seen better

PLAYER_HAPPY: You can do better, {0}.

CHLOE_SURPRISED: The confidence you have saying that to a ballerina.

{0}_SURPRISED: The confidence you have to say it as it.

{0}_HAPPY: That’s why I love spending time with you.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: You get what I mean.

Try again

PLAYER_HAPPY: Hmmm. Try again.

CHLOE_SURPRISED: The confidence you have saying that to a ballerina.

{0}_SURPRISED: The confidence you have to say it as it.

{0}_HAPPY: That’s why I love spending time with you.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: You get what I mean.

{0} takes a step back and does a much more controlled spin, before taking a little bow.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Getting there.

PLAYER_HAPPY: So, we’ve explored each other's dancing a little bit. What else?

{0} nestles up closer to you, her chin resting on your shoulder as she looks up at your lips dreamily.

{0}_FLIRTY: I can think of something...

Kiss her

You both lean towards each other as your soft lips gently meet.

Her arms tighten around your waist and the dancing stops as you stand motionless in the middle of the garden embracing and snogging each other.

Slowly you feel her mouth opening as she kisses you harder than before, hungry and passionate.

You can feel her smiling through the kiss as she pulls away and bites her lip.

{0}_FLIRTY: I want you so much.

Peck her on the cheek

You lean forward and give her a gentle peck on the cheek. Her face lights up as you do.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That’s for looking so pretty.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’ll have to wear a prom dress more often.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I wouldn’t complain.

Give her a hug

You wrap your arms around {0} giving her a long and reassuring hug.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Here’s to a wonderful night.

{0}_HAPPY: I can’t wait to see what we get up to.

As the dance continues you sway in circles around the garden, lost in each other's arms.

{0}_FLIRTY: I wish we could have coupled up the day we met.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We can make up for the lost time.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Aww stop you guys. So cute.

The other couples cheer and whistle you on as you continue dancing around the garden.

I’m not in the mood for a dance

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m gonna give the dance a miss.

{0}_HAPPY: I don’t mind standing and talking. We can have a chat this way.

{0}_FLIRTY: I told you in the prom shop that I wanted to keep our outfits a secret.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m so glad we did.

{0}_FLIRTY: Felt like I was in a fairytale when I first laid eyes on you tonight.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I’m glad it was worth the wait.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m just so happy we’re finally a genuine couple.

{0}_FLIRTY: We can begin properly exploring things.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It’s been a long time coming.

{0}_FLIRTY: I know. I'm sure it’ll be well worth the wait.

Suddenly, amidst the chatter, {0} holds out his hand towards yours.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What is it?

{0}_FLIRTY: I was wondering if you wanted a slow dance with me?

{0}_FLIRTY: The others have been helping me learn a few moves so I can keep up with you.

{0}_HAPPY: He’s been having early morning dance classes while you’ve been sleeping, {1}.

{0}_FLIRTY: I promise, I’m better. Wanna join me?

I’d love a dance

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That sounds dreamy.

You take his hand gently and he swoops his arm around your back as you both glide out into the garden.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Awww. So cute.

You feel {0} muscular shoulders as you press your hand against his back.

Twirling around slowly under the twinkling garden lights.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m so grateful to call you my partner.

{0}_FLIRTY: There’s no one else I’d rather be with.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I know it’s taken me a bit of time to figure that out.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Tell me about it.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: But, now I’m here with you in my arms, it seems so clear.

{0}_FLIRTY: I guess I always knew in my heart that it was you.

{0}_FLIRTY: Took the long way around getting here.

{0}_FLIRTY: Ever since Casa Amor.

{0}_FLIRTY: The moment you stuck with me I just knew.

{0}_FLIRTY: The moment you twisted with me I just knew.

{0}_FLIRTY: I didn’t even have to think about my head ever being turned.

{0}_FLIRTY: No chance of that happening.

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s nice.

{0}_HAPPY: I mean let’s face it, we’re basically day one cuties.

{0}_FLIRTY: Ever since you jumped in that hot tub with me.

{0}_FLIRTY: Ever since you walked out for that initial coupling.

{0}_HAPPY: I knew I had to try and win your heart and I knew I wouldn’t be the only one.

{0}_HAPPY: I wanna look in your eyes right now and let you know…

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have gotten here with you.

{0}_FLIRTY: Now we can begin properly exploring things.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: What shall we explore first?

{0}_FLIRTY: How about our dance moves?

He spins you out with one hand before guiding you back towards him with a chuckle.

{0}_FLIRTY: Light on your feet.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about you?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You said you’ve been practising? Prove it.

You release {0} with your hand, he does a smooth spin before returning back to your arms.

{0}_HAPPY: Impressed?

Couldn’t take my eyes off you

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Very impressed. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.

{0}_FLIRTY: Natural.

OZZY_SURPRISED: Being a pro dancer helps, I guess.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve been practising.

I’ve seen better

PLAYER_HAPPY: You can do better, {0}.

OZZY_SURPRISED: The confidence you have saying that to a pro dancer.

{0}_SURPRISED: The confidence you have to say it as it is.

ROBERTO_SAD: I’ve been practising and everything.

ROBERTO_SAD: Guess I have more work to do.

{0}_HAPPY: That’s why I love spending time with you.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: You say it how it is.

Try again

PLAYER_HAPPY: Hmmm. Try again.

OZZY_SURPRISED: The confidence you have saying that to a pro dancer.

{0}_SURPRISED: The confidence you have to say it as it is.

ROBERTO_SAD: I’ve been practising and everything.

ROBERTO_SAD: Guess I have more work to do.

{0}_HAPPY: That’s why I love spending time with you.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: You say it how it is.

{0} takes a step back and does a much more controlled spin, before taking a little bow.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Getting there.

PLAYER_HAPPY: So, we’ve explored each other's dancing a little bit. What else?

{0} nestles up closer to you, your chin rests on his shoulder as he looks down at your lips dreamily.

{0}_FLIRTY: I can think of something...

Kiss him

You both lean towards each other as your lips gently meet.

Your arms tighten around his waist and the dancing stops as you stand motionless in the middle of the garden embracing and snogging each other.

Slowly you feel his mouth opening as you kiss him harder than before, hungry and passionate.

You can feel him smiling through the kiss as he smoothly pulls away and looks at you ravenously.

{0}_FLIRTY: I want you so much.

Peck him on the cheek

You lean forward and give him a gentle peck on the cheek. His face lights up as you do.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That’s for looking so handsome.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’ll have to wear a prom outfit more often.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I wouldn’t complain.

Give him a hug

You wrap your arms around {0}, giving him a long and reassuring hug.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Here’s to a wonderful night.

{0}_HAPPY: I can’t wait to see what we get up to.

As the dance continues you sway in circles around the garden, lost in each other's arms.

{0}_HAPPY: I wish everything could have been this simple from the beginning.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We can make up for the lost time.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Aww stop you guys. So cute.

The other couples cheer and whistle you on as you continue dancing around the garden.

I’m alright for a dance

PLAYER_IDLE: I’m gonna give the dance a miss.

{0}_HAPPY: I don’t mind standing and talking. We can have a chat this way.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m so happy we are finally together, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: It just feels so right.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I know it’s taken me a bit of time to figure that out.

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Tell me about it.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: But, now I’m here with you in my arms, it seems to clear.

{0}_FLIRTY: I guess I always knew in my heart that it was you.

{0}_FLIRTY: Took the long way around getting here.

{0}_FLIRTY: Ever since Casa Amor.

{0}_FLIRTY: The moment you stuck with me I just knew.

{0}_FLIRTY: The moment you twisted with me I just knew.

{0}_FLIRTY: I didn’t even have to think about my head ever being turned.

{0}_FLIRTY: No chance of that happening.

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s nice.

{0}_HAPPY: I mean let’s face it, we’re basically day one cuties.

{0}_FLIRTY: Ever since you jumped in that hot tub with me.

{0}_FLIRTY: Ever since you walked out for that initial coupling.

{0}_HAPPY: I knew I had to try and win your heart and I knew I wouldn’t be the only one.

{0}_HAPPY: I wanna look in your eyes right now and let you know…

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have gotten here with you.

{0}_FLIRTY: Now we can begin properly exploring things.

{0}_HAPPY: No more recouplings or bombshells or drama. We can just focus on eachother.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It’s been a long time coming.

{0}_FLIRTY: I'm sure it’ll be well worth the wait.

The moment is interrupted when a text rings out around the garden.

{0}_SURPRISED: That’s me!

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Is it good or bad?

GRACE_SURPRISED: It can’t be bad… can it?

{0}_HAPPY: Hold your horses. Let me read it first before we jump to conclusions.

LITEXT: Islanders, please get ready for tonight's declaration ceremony. {0}HeartFelt {1}AllStationsToDeclarations

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s time!

GRACE_SURPRISED: Ok, ok. Not bad news, but not great either.

{0}_HAPPY: Why’s it not great?

GRACE_SURPRISED: Because me and {0} haven’t decided what to say to each other yet.

GRACE_SERIOUS: We need some alone time to discuss.

AMELIA_HAPPY: Yeah, me and Toby should go chat too, quickly.

{0}_HAPPY: Us too. Come on, {1}.

{0}_HAPPY: And then there were two.

{0}_IDLE: Shall we go to the swing seat?

{0}_FLIRTY: Get a bit of alone time while we discuss these declarations.

{0}_FLIRTY: Away from prying eyes.

PLAYER_HAPPY: After you.

You follow {0} off to the swing seats.

You and {0} recline on the swing seat, gently rocking back and forth.

Snuggle up next to {0}

You wrap your arms around {0} and snuggle up next to her, warm and cosy under the blanket together.

Gently, she rests her brow against yours as you peacefully swing in the air.

You wrap your arms around {0} and snuggle up next to him, warm and cosy under the blanket together.

Gently he presses his brow against yours as you peacefully swing in the air.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m so glad we’ve made it here together.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Snuggling up on the swing seat. Couple goals.

Ask {0} to give you a massage

You lie down on your front next to {0}.

{0}_HAPPY: What’s this?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Less talking, more massaging.

{0}_HAPPY: You want a massage now?

PLAYER_SAD: It’s been a long and stressful day. Pleeeeease.

You look at {0} with doughy eyes for a moment.

{0}_FLIRTY: How can I say no to that face?

{0} takes your shoulders in her soft hands and begins a soothing massage.

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s better.

She throws you a cheeky smile as you pretend to fall asleep.

{0} takes your shoulders in his warm hands and begins a soothing massage.

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s better.

He throws you a cheeky smile as you pretend to fall asleep.

OZZY_HAPPY: It’s full circle. I'm giving you a massage right at the end of our journey.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Full circle how?

OZZY_FLIRTY: I don’t know if you remember, but the first proper chat we had, you gave me a massage.

OZZY_HAPPY: I was in the gym working out and you came over. All the way back on day one.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I think I remember that, yeah.

OZZY_FLIRTY: I don’t know if you remember, but the first proper chat we had, I gave you a massage.

OZZY_HAPPY: I was in the gym working out and you came over. All the way back on day one.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I think I remember that, yeah.

OZZY_FLIRTY: You probably won’t remember but the first proper chat we had was in the gym on day one.

OZZY_FLIRTY: You’d come over as I was working out.

OZZY_FLIRTY: I kind of hinted towards giving a massage but you turned it down.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Guess I’ve changed my tune since then.

OZZY_FLIRTY: I’m all for it.

OZZY_SERIOUS: I knew then I was in trouble, that first chat we had.

OZZY_FLIRTY: It was so effortless and I was attracted to you. Like no one I’d ever met before.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Took me a while, but I finally listened to my heart.

PLAYER_HAPPY: And here you are now, giving me a massage.

OZZY_HAPPY: Wouldn’t change it for the world.

Relax on the swing seat

PLAYER_HAPPY: This is bliss.

You recline all the way and close your eyes as {0} does the same.

{0}_IDLE: I like seeing you being able to relax.

{0}_FLIRTY: It warms my heart.

PLAYER_IDLE: There hasn’t been much opportunity for relaxing in here, that’s for sure.

PLAYER_IDLE: Never knew what was around each corner.

{0}_IDLE: Well, if you’ll have me, I’ll be around every corner from now on. I promise.

{0} leans back and admires you for a moment. She chuckles to herself.

{0} leans back and admires you for a moment. He chuckles to himself.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What are you laughing at?

{0}_HAPPY: Honestly, I was just imagining me and you reclining on my sofa back home.

ANDY_HAPPY: Four little puppies snuggled up next to you.

ANDY_HAPPY: Now that I’ve seen that image in my head, I have to see it in real life.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You have four puppies?

ANDY_HAPPY: I wish.

ANDY_HAPPY: No, it’s just me and Murph, but I bring in rescues from work most nights before they get homed.

ANDY_HAPPY: If I had more time and more space, I’d keep them all.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We’ll see if I can make that dream a reality.

{0}_HAPPY: Honestly, I was just imagining me and you reclining on my sofa back home.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: It’s the first time I’ve thought about home.

FRANCIS_IDLE: Normally, I’m eyeing up my next adventure in another continent.

FRANCIS_IDLE: But right then it was just me and you getting cosy on my sofa.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: I suppose being with you is the adventure I’m most looking forward to.

{0}_HAPPY: This reminds me of that chat we had before Casa Amor.

{0}_HAPPY: You know, under the blanket on the terrace.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I remember.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: All the boys had made those big gestures and it was just me and you.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Outside on the terrace alone.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I remember.

{0}_HAPPY: That was a special moment for me, that chat.

PLAYER_IDLE: How come?

{0}_HAPPY: It felt completely effortless.

{0}_HAPPY: I saw us connecting on a level that went beyond anything I’d felt before.

{0}_HAPPY: I remember looking in your eyes thinking, she’s different don’t blow this.

{0}_HAPPY: Honestly, I was just thinking back to the first proper chat we had.

{0}_IDLE: You’d just met Andy, Francis and Hamish and then you came over to the terrace to meet me.

PLAYER_IDLE: I remember.

MARSHALL_EMBARRASSED: I was actually pretty nervous to meet you.

PLAYER_IDLE: Were you?

MARSHALL_IDLE: I never normally get nervous.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: The first thing I said to you was that terrible twin joke.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What’s the matter? Never seen a twin before?

MARSHALL_HAPPY: If that doesn’t show you how nervous I was, I dunno what will.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I was trying to play it cool. Probably failed.

MARSHALL_IDLE: But it made me smile, how much I feel like I can be myself around you now.

MARSHALL_IDLE: I don’t have to pretend to be all edgy and badass.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: You make me just wanna sit back on the swing seat and talk about life.

OZZY_IDLE: It’s just surreal that we’re finally a proper couple.

OZZY_IDLE: If I’ve learnt anything in this process it’s to trust my feelings and follow my heart.

OZZY_FLIRTY: If I’d done that from day one, we could’ve been together like this the whole time.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Well, we’re here now.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Finally made it.

OZZY_FLIRTY: I remember in that rodeo challenge just staring at you in awe.

OZZY_FLIRTY: I was so jealous of {0}.

OZZY_FLIRTY: You’ve always taken my breath away.

{0}_HAPPY: I was just thinking of the wild ride we’ve had in here.

{0}_IDLE: Elliot stealing you, the false dumping.

{0}_IDLE: You twisting in Casa Amor.

{0}_IDLE: Me having to couple with {1} to stay safe.

{0}_SAD: I suppose I started believing we’d never get time to be a couple again.

{0}_IDLE: So sitting here, a proper couple again, I can’t explain how surreal it is.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s nice.

{0}_IDLE: Let’s face it, it’s all because of that big gesture I made for you.

{0}_IDLE: That romantic flower arrangement.

{0}_IDLE: That romantic song I sang into {1}’s hairbrush.

{0}_IDLE: That romantic dance routine I did for you by the pool.

{0}_IDLE: That romantic speech I did for you by the pool.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: You think that was the deal maker?

{0}_HAPPY: Nah, I’m joking. The deal maker is moments like this.

{0}_HAPPY: Me and you alone, just chatting.

{0}_HAPPY: I was just thinking back to some of the times you’d made me smile in here.

PLAYER_IDLE: Like when?

{0}_IDLE: When me and the girls first got to Casa Amor, I was a little downbeat.

{0}_SAD: You’d been dumped and I felt like I’d missed my chance with you.

{0}_HAPPY: Then all of a sudden I heard Grace shrieking by the pool.

{0}_HAPPY: It sounds stupid because as far as we knew you’d been dumped.

{0}_HAPPY: But in my heart I just knew it was you! Only you could get that reaction out of Grace.

{0}_HAPPY: I ran over as fast as I could and I felt this warmth when I saw you.

{0}_FLIRTY: Like I’d been given a second chance.

PLAYER_IDLE: You never told me!

{0}_FLIRTY: Guess I didn’t wanna seem too attached. Now I don’t mind.

{0}_FLIRTY: Now I know I can be myself around you.

{0}_FLIRTY: It’s not often people make me feel that way.

FLO_HAPPY: I was just thinking back to some of the times you’d made me smile in here.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Like when?

FLO_HAPPY: All my best memories in here are with you.

FLO_HAPPY: I remember we had a chat before the final recoupling.

FLO_FLIRTY: I was trying to be all smooth and sexy.

FLO_HAPPY: So I asked what you’d bring to our relationship.

FLO_FLIRTY: And you said this really sweet thing about footsies under tables.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Kissing in the rain.

FLO_FLIRTY: So you remember.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Of course.

FLO_FLIRTY: Shame it’s not raining right now.

FLO_FLIRTY: But, I was just really excited when you said that to me.

FLO_FLIRTY: It made me feel really important. Like I could trust you.

FLO_FLIRTY: It’s not often people make me feel that way, but you do it everytime you look at me.

FLO_FLIRTY: And you said you’d be bringing the strong and sassy vibes.

FLO_FLIRTY: That you’d have my back.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: And give you passionate attitude.

FLO_FLIRTY: So you remember that chat then?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Of course.

FLO_FLIRTY: I was just really excited when you said that.

FLO_FLIRTY: It made me feel really important. Like I could trust you.

FLO_FLIRTY: It’s not often people make me feel that way, but you do it everytime you look at me.

FLO_FLIRTY: And you said you’d be bringing the quirky cute vibes.

FLO_HAPPY: Making sandcastles.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Skipping down the street together.

FLO_HAPPY: So you remember that chat?

PLAYER_HAPPY: Of course.

FLO_FLIRTY: I was just really excited when you said that.

FLO_FLIRTY: It made me feel really important. Like we could be ourselves around each other.

FLO_FLIRTY: It’s not often people make me feel that way, but you do it everytime you look at me.

FLO_FLIRTY: And you said you’d be bringing the pizza.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I remember.

FLO_HAPPY: It made me laugh so much but it’s also strangely why I like you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Because I bring pizza?

FLO_FLIRTY: I mean who doesn’t like pizza?

FLO_HAPPY: But no, more because you have this way of making me feel at ease.

FLO_HAPPY: Like I can be completely myself around you.

FLO_FLIRTY: It’s not often people make me feel that way, but you do it everytime you look at me.

{0} looks at you longingly.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Sounds like your declaration speech is already half written.

{0} pretends to zip {1} mouth shut.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I’ve said too much.

{0}_HAPPY: We should work out what tone we go for in our speeches though.

{0}_HAPPY: Can I lay my heart on the line out there?

{0}_HAPPY: Or do you want me to play it a little cooler?

Lay your heart on the line

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Lay it all on the line for me, {0}.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I wanna be floored by the romance.

{0}_HAPPY: Soppy. Romance. Got it.

Play it cool

PLAYER_EMBARRASSED: Maybe play it cool.

PLAYER_IDLE: Save the sweeping acts of romance for when it’s just me and you.

{0}_HAPPY: That’s what that little speech just then was about.

{0}_HAPPY: Just wanted to let you know how serious I am about us.

{0}_FLIRTY: For your ears only.

{0}_HAPPY: I’ll keep the declaration a bit more relaxed.

Make the speech your own

PLAYER_IDLE: Don’t let me tell you what to say. Make that speech your own.

{0}_HAPPY: Giving me full reign? Dangerous.

{0}_HAPPY: You deserve nothing but the best.

{0}_FLIRTY: What about you? Do you know what you’re gonna say in your declaration of love?

I wanna discuss our villa journey together

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I wanna talk about the journey we’ve had together in here.

{0}_HAPPY: Our journey has been fairly smooth sailing.

{0}_FLIRTY: I hope there’s some popcorn left over from Movie Night.

{0}_FLIRTY: It’s gonna be a fun one, I can tell already.

I wanna talk about our future together

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I wanna talk about our future together outside of the villa.

{0}_FLIRTY: Well, I hope there’s no time limit on the declarations.

{0}_FLIRTY: Because if you feel what I feel, you could be there forever.

{0}_FLIRTY: I can’t wait to see what you say.

I wanna talk about our connection

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I wanna talk about our connection.

{0}_FLIRTY: That will be an electric declaration.

{0}_FLIRTY: I can’t wait to hear it.

Wait and see

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’ll have to wait and see what I came up with.

{0}_FLIRTY: Keeping me on the edge of my seat, right up to the end.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: This is me we’re talking about.

{0}_FLIRTY: Wouldn’t change a thing.

{0}_FLIRTY: I was gonna ask if there’s any questions you want to ask me.

{0}_HAPPY: About our time together in the villa.

{0}_IDLE: Or about how I feel about us in general.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’ll be as honest as I can.

{0}_HAPPY: It might help inform your big declaration and going forward as a couple?

{0}_HAPPY: What do you say?

*What’s your favourite memory of us?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: What’s your favourite memory of us?

{0}_HAPPY: Good question, I have a lot of favourite memories.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Well, what’s your top pick?

{0}_HAPPY: We’ve had great chats in every room of this villa.

{0}_HAPPY: And in every room of Casa Amor too, now I come to think of it.

{0}_HAPPY: So maybe this will seem a bit obvious but it’s the one that really jumps out at me.

PLAYER_IDLE: Tell me.

{0}_HAPPY: Two days ago, I was a nervous wreck standing right over there.

She points to the Firepit with a big grin.

He points to the Firepit with a big grin.

{0}_HAPPY: And first up was Amelia who coupled up with Toby. No surprise there.

{0}_HAPPY: And then it was your turn.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: I can’t describe the feeling when you said my name out loud.

CHLOE_HAPPY: I remember the first time my dance teacher told me I had potential as a kid.

CHLOE_HAPPY: It kind of felt like that.

CHLOE_HAPPY: Some simple words that would change the rest of my life forever.

BELLA_HAPPY: I remember the first time I got on stage with a live audience.

BELLA_HAPPY: Something so simple that would change the rest of my life forever.

FLO_HAPPY: I remember the first time I went in the ocean as a kid.

FLO_HAPPY: Something so simple that would change the rest of my life forever.

JAMAL_FLIRTY: Kind of reminded me of the time my Dad gave me my first skateboard.

JAMAL_HAPPY: And I realised instantly, this is gonna change my life, forever.

RYAN_FLIRTY: Kind of reminded me of the time my Dad gave me his guitar as a kid.

RYAN_HAPPY: And I realised instantly, this is gonna change my life, forever.

RYAN_HAPPY: You had the same effect on me.

LEWIE_FLIRTY: Kind of reminded me of the first footy game my dad took me to see.

LEWIE_HAPPY: I realised instantly, this is gonna change my life, forever.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: Kind of reminded me of the first time I flew a plane.

ROBERTO_HAPPY: I realised instantly, this is gonna change my life, forever.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Kind of reminded me of the first time I moved out to the big city.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I realised instantly, this is gonna change my life, forever.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Kind of reminded me of the first time I danced in front of a crowd.

OZZY_HAPPY: I realised instantly, this is gonna change my life, forever.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: Kind of reminded me of the first time I went backpacking by myself.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: I realised instantly, this is gonna change my life, forever.

ANDY_FLIRTY: Kind of reminded me of the time I realised I wanted to be a vet.

ANDY_HAPPY: I knew it would change the rest of my life forever.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: Kind of reminded me of the first time I had a follower on one of my streams.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: A follower that wasn’t my Dad, obviously.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I realised instantly, this is gonna change my life, forever.

{0}_HAPPY: That’s how it felt to hear you call out my name at that final recoupling.

{0}_HAPPY: So, I’d be lying if I didn’t say it was my favourite moment in here.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: Did you think I was gonna pick someone else?

{0}_HAPPY: It felt too good to be true that you might pick me.

*What was your first impression of me?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Alright, what was your first impression of me?

CHLOE_HAPPY: I was in that pirate chest for the challenge.

CHLOE_HAPPY: In true {0} style you’d snuck off and broken the rules to meet us alone.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Hate the game, not the player.

CHLOE_HAPPY: Exactly. As soon as I came out it was you and Elliot.

CHLOE_HAPPY: I could hear you all chattering and I finally popped out.

CHLOE_HAPPY: I made eye contact with you and froze a little bit.

CHLOE_HAPPY: I’d heard all about you but seeing you for the first time in person.

CHLOE_FLIRTY: Feelings like I’ve never had before.

CHLOE_FLIRTY: And I felt instantly that you were smiling back. There was something there.

PLAYER_HAPPY: So your first impression was?

CHLOE_FLIRTY: I guess I was just completely convinced it was you I came here for.

BELLA_HAPPY: I was so nervous walking into the villa. Just felt like I was dreaming.

BELLA_HAPPY: Then I saw you and Ivy with a bottle of bubbly.

BELLA_HAPPY: And I felt rude because Ivy was there, but I literally just wanted to scream.

PLAYER_HAPPY: What did you wanna scream?

BELLA_HAPPY: Are you into girls, {0}!?

Bella bursts out laughing as she blushes a little.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You played it a bit cooler than that.

BELLA_FLIRTY: Thank you very much.

BELLA_FLIRTY: I remember when you said you were bi.

BELLA_FLIRTY: I played it low key. Didn’t wanna give too much away.

BELLA_FLIRTY: But inside I was just melting with excitement.

BELLA_HAPPY: They could have given us that final recoupling there and then.

PLAYER_HAPPY: So your first impression was?

BELLA_FLIRTY: I guess I was just completely convinced it was you I came here for.

FLO_HAPPY: Well I was standing just over there by the Firepit for Stick or Twist.

FLO_HAPPY: I was so nervous that all you OG girls were coming back from the main villa.

FLO_EMBARRASSED: I didn’t know how you’d all react to me stealing {0}.

FLO_FLIRTY: And then you walked out alone.

FLO_FLIRTY: And then you walked out with {0}.

FLO_FLIRTY: And I somehow felt even more nervous.

FLO_HAPPY: I’d heard all about you but seeing you for the first time in person.

FLO_FLIRTY: Feelings like I’ve never had before.

FLO_HAPPY: I made eye contact with you and froze a little bit.

PLAYER_HAPPY: So your first impression was?

FLO_FLIRTY: I guess I was just completely convinced it was you I came here for.

{0}_FLIRTY: Well, me and the other boys were standing waiting for the girls.

{0}_HAPPY: My day one nerves were dying down and I was starting to feel a bit more confident.

{0}_IDLE: Ozzy had stepped forward for Grace and then…

{0}_FLIRTY: Out you strutted with some factor fifty flirt.

{0}_FLIRTY: Out you strutted, cool as a cucumber.

{0}_FLIRTY: Out you strutted asking for a round of applause.

{0}_FLIRTY: We were all loving it.

{0}_HAPPY: I remember crossing my fingers behind my back

{0}_HAPPY: Hoping that you’d pick me.

{0}_FLIRTY: Your eye contact was great and I knew I didn’t care who else walked out.

{0}_FLIRTY: I desperately wanted to couple with you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: So, your first impression was?

{0}_FLIRTY: I was just completely convinced it was you I came here for.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: I’d kind of come in to turn your head.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: But seeing you for the first time in that hot tub.

ROBERTO_FLIRTY: I knew for sure I’d come in for the right reasons.

{0}_HAPPY: I remember crossing my fingers behind my back, hoping you’d have good chat.

{0}_FLIRTY: You opened your mouth and...

{0}_FLIRTY: I’ve been clinging on to every word you’ve said since.

{0}_FLIRTY: I felt something electric between us.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: So, what was your first impression?

{0}_FLIRTY: I was just completely convinced it was you I came here for.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Well, like I said I was nervous.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Cracked that absolute dad joke about twins.

PLAYER_HAPPY: But what was your first impression of me?

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: Can I be real with you?

PLAYER_HAPPY: That’s why I’m asking you, yeah.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I was a little intimidated.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: You’re hot, and my type, and I didn’t wanna mess it up.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I was a little scared of how attractive you were.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: I remember crossing my fingers behind my back, hoping you’d have good chat.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: You opened your mouth and...

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: I’ve been clinging on to every word you’ve said ever since.

MARSHALL_FLIRTY: There’s just something electric about you.

You never told me about that.

MARSHALL_HAPPY: Yeah, I was super struck when I first met you.

OZZY_FLIRTY: My first impression?

Ozzy leans back as he reminisces, a smile radiating from his face.

OZZY_IDLE: Well, I was standing right over there in the garden.

OZZY_IDLE: I’d coupled with Grace and I was feeling good about it.

OZZY_EMBARRASSED: Grace seemed lovely so I was confident...

Ozzy whistles to himself.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Maybe it was the way you strutted out. Factor fifty flirt.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Hips swaying, eyes fixed on the boys.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Maybe it was the way you strutted out, cool as a cucumber.

OZZY_HAPPY: Like you didn’t have a care in the world and wouldn’t take any nonsense.

OZZY_FLIRTY: Maybe it was the way you strutted out, getting us all to clap and cheer.

OZZY_FLIRTY: You were so confident. We were loving it.

OZZY_SERIOUS: I just had this feeling that my journey here wasn’t gonna be straight forward.

OZZY_FLIRTY: I knew I had to get to know you.

OZZY_HAPPY: I remember crossing my fingers behind my back, hoping you’d have good chat.

OZZY_FLIRTY: You opened your mouth and...

OZZY_FLIRTY: I’ve been hanging on your every word ever since.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You never told me about that.

OZZY_HAPPY: Yeah, I was super struck when I first met you.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: I was jealous because Andy snuck off to meet you first.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: So it was just me and Hamish waiting to meet you.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: Hamish was talking me to sleep, saying I should get an airport lounge membership.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: Then you walked over. I felt like I’d drunk 4 energy drinks all of a sudden.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: I felt wide awake.

Francis smiles to himself, thinking back fondly.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: Obviously, Hamish jumped in ahead of me.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: Giving it the biggun about buying you a castle.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: And then finally, it was my turn.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: The second you told me you were into the nomad lifestyle.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: I was completely set on you.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: I sensed a real thriving sense of adventure in your soul.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: Then you told me you weren’t into the nomad lifestyle.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: That’s normally a bit of a dealbreaker for me.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: But with you, I just shrugged it off.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: Seemed like such a small deal all of a sudden.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: Then you told me you like to be settled.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: That’s normally a bit of a dealbreaker for me.

FRANCIS_FLIRTY: But with you, I just shrugged it off.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: Seemed like such a small deal all of a sudden.

FRANCIS_HAPPY: I had this feeling that you might be the biggest adventure of my life.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I’d kind of come in to turn your head.

ANDY_FLIRTY: So, I made sure I snuck off from the Casa boys to meet you first.

He looks into your eyes.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I knew for sure I’d come in for the right reasons the second I saw you.

ANDY_FLIRTY: You had this confidence that I found so sexy.

ANDY_FLIRTY: But also I could tell you were kind. I was really nervous and I think you could tell.

ANDY_HAPPY: I asked how I was doing and you told me I was nailing it.

ANDY_HAPPY: It was a little thing, but it really put a spring in my step.

ANDY_HAPPY: You made me feel like I could really be myself.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I was really nervous in that first chat and I think you could tell.

ANDY_HAPPY: I asked you how I was doing and you were like You’re doing ok.

ANDY_HAPPY: I remember thinking I was gonna have to squash my nerves to win you over.

ANDY_FLIRTY: I was really nervous in that first chat and I think you could tell.

ANDY_HAPPY: I asked you how I was doing and you were like Up your game.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I said that?

ANDY_HAPPY: Word for word yeah.

ANDY_HAPPY: I remember thinking I was gonna have to squash my nerves to win you over.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You never told me about that.

ANDY_HAPPY: Yeah, I was blown away when I first met you.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I was in that pirate chest for the challenge.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: In true {0} style you’d snuck off and broken the rules to meet us alone.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Hate the game, not the player.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: Exactly. As soon as I came out it was just me and you.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I could hear you all chattering and I finally popped out.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I made eye contact with you and froze a little bit.

ELLIOT_HAPPY: I’d heard all about you but seeing you for the first time in person.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: Feelings I hadn't felt for a long time.

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: And I instantly sensed you were smiling back. There was something there.

PLAYER_HAPPY: So your first impression was?

ELLIOT_FLIRTY: I guess I was just completely convinced it was you I came here for.

{0}_FLIRTY: And looking at you now, I still feel exactly the same.

I don’t want to ask a personal question

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t want to ask you any personal questions.

{0}_FLIRTY: You know it all already?

PLAYER_IDLE: I know enough. Let’s just enjoy the evening.

{0}_HAPPY: I’m with you.

{0} sits up and looks around the villa with a flirty smile.

PLAYER_SURPRISED: What is it?

{0}_FLIRTY: I just realised this is our last moment alone together in the villa.

{0}_HAPPY: It’s gonna be the declarations, then straight to the final, and then outta here.

She looks around once more before lifting up the blanket playfully.

He looks around once more before lifting up the blanket playfully.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m wondering if you wanna have a bit of fun one last time in here?

{0}_FLIRTY: Under the blanket where no one will see.

*Get closer under the blanket

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It is our last night.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Don’t wanna leave here with any regrets.

You snuggle up closer to {0} who throws the blanket over you both.

You place your hand on her chest, she bites her lip, anticipating your next move.

You place your hand on his toned chest, he bites his lip, anticipating your next move.

Move your hand lower...

You slowly lower your hand down her chest and over her toned abs.

{0}_FLIRTY: Where’s that hand going?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: What hand?

As your fingers approach her lap, you hear an excited moan escape from her lips.

You playfully tease your fingers around her sensitive area.

You slowly lower your hand down his chest and over his toned abs.

{0}_FLIRTY: Where’s that hand going?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: What hand?

As your fingers approach his lap, you hear an excited moan escape from his lips.

You playfully tease your fingers around his sensitive area.

Give {0} a snog

You press your lips against hers, feeling her passion as your hand moves behind her, urging her closer.

The pressure between your lips mounts as her mouth slowly opens and her tongue gently flirts with your own.

You press your lips against his and you feel the strength of his passion.

Your hand moves behind him, urging him closer.

The pressure between your lips mounts as his mouth slowly opens and his tongue gently flirts with your own.

For a moment you feel like you are melting into the swing seat wrapped in the arms of {0}.

Eyes closed, gently swinging back and forth.

After a wonderful kiss you eventually pull away, a definite sexual tension rising within you both.

Friendly hug

You wrap your arms around {0} and fall into her chest, giving her a tight and loving hug.

You feel her squeezing back, even tighter, as she rests her head against yours and looks up at the sky.

You wrap your arms around {0} and fall into his chest, giving him a tight and loving hug.

You feel him squeezing back, even tighter, as he rests his head against yours and looks up at the sky.

{0}_IDLE: I have a lot to thank this villa for.

{0}_FLIRTY: The friends, the laughs and most importantly, meeting you.

Intimate chat

PLAYER_IDLE: I feel close to you physically, but emotionally I wanna be even closer.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Let’s have a nice, intimate chat. Just me and you.

{0}_FLIRTY: I love that idea.

{0}_FLIRTY: I did actually want to ask you a question.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Ask away.

{0}_EMBARRASSED: Let’s assume we’ve just won Love Island and chosen love, not money.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Why not?

{0}_HAPPY: Exactly. Dream big.

{0}_FLIRTY: So my question is, what do you wanna do on that first night out of here together?

Go out dancing

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Me and you are going out dancing, that’s for sure.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think it’s the best way to celebrate starting our new lives together.

{0}_FLIRTY: I love that idea.

{0}_FLIRTY: I’m not the best dancer but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it.

{0}_FLIRTY: I can see us having a great time.

{0}_FLIRTY: Plus I already know you’re a top class mover on the dancefloor.

Passionately make love until sunrise

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Well that’s an easy question. Let me put it subtly…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We can sleep in the morning.

{0} looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

{0}_FLIRTY: I think I know what you’re getting at.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Let me put it not subtly…

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I wanna tear your clothes off and have an all night workout.

{0} bites her lip as her imagination runs wild.

{0} bites his lip as his imagination runs wild.

{0}_HAPPY: Sounds like a long and blissful night.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Guess we’ll find out.

Get an early night

PLAYER_IDLE: My first night out of here is gonna involve a lot of snoring.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m planning on hitting the hay early and staying there.

{0}_HAPPY: An early night sounds golden. Turn off the alarms and just wake up whenever.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m getting excited just thinking about it.

Watch a film and stay up late

PLAYER_HAPPY: I wanna do an all night film marathon.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Pick a selection of films we both like and hunker down a fun night.

{0}_HAPPY: Hopefully, a bit less dramatic than the villa Movie Night.

PLAYER_HAPPY: No drama. Snacks and snuggles under a blanket.

{0}_HAPPY: Well, you know I love a blanket.

{0}_HAPPY: Sounds like a perfect night. I’ll be there.

Call all my friends to catch up

PLAYER_IDLE: I need to call all my friends and have a proper catch up with them all.

PLAYER_IDLE: Feels like ages since I spoke to them. They’ll need a low down on all the villa antics.

{0}_HAPPY: I’d love to meet your friends one day. They sound really important to you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: They’re the best.

{0}_HAPPY: Well, while you’re calling them I can call my mum and dad.

{0}_HAPPY: Explain what their two sons have been getting up to over summer.

{0}_HAPPY: I think they’ll be buzzing we patched things up to be honest.

{0}_HAPPY: Explain what their son has been getting up to over summer.

{0}_HAPPY: Explain what their daughter has been getting up to over summer.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m sure they’ll have a lot of questions.

PLAYER_IDLE: What about you? What do you want to do?

{0}_HAPPY: Gonna give you the most boring answer in existence right now.

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finelinevogue · 3 years ago

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omg we need a li!harry hideaway blurb👀 i mean obv other than some serious ass groping from harry i assume they’d stick to their saving r rated stuff for outside the villa but i’m sure they’d appreciate that alone time for a bit

anon: u should do a LI blurb where harry and y/n go into the hideaway

anon: li!harry and yn for sure the first couple picked to go to the hideaway, no r rated stuff bc they’re saving that obviously but things still get a bit steamy, i mean how can they not when harry sees yn in her sexy lingerie

anon: OMG i’m dying for a blurb where they get really feral, like wanting to give in badly (of course they don’t tho because they’re good kids) but it’s excruciatingly hard for them to hold back 😚

anon: it would be so fucking hot if they were making out or dry humping and love island!H would notice when y/n ruined her panties 🫣🫣he would tease her soooo much, i know he can be a meanie

anon: also in ep. 16 li!harry and y/n would def be chosen to go to the hideaway!!!

anon: I know the won’t have sex in the show but i can see them in the hideway still in the underwear with harry on top of her dry humping and it’s so intense they both cum🫣

anon: hideaway blurb whennnn?? congrattss on the job btw!!!

anon: HIDEAWAY MISS ELLIE PLEASE I AM BEGGIN WITH MY LIFE

i feel like some people might want a hideaway blurb? hmm?

“Wait what did we miss?” Y/N asked Harry, pulling away from a kiss after they smashed the heart-rate challenge.

“Um, I don’t know.” Harry said, looking at the other islanders who were all squealing over something.

Everyone started shouting for you and Harry, so you stood up and only then realised that they were talking about you both going into the hideaway. The girls were all screaming and the boys were going crazy for Harry. It had been an unanimous vote that you and Harry would be going into the hideaway tonight. No doubt about it.

“You sure you want to go?” Harry asked you, pulling you close before the girls got a chance to snatch you away from him.

“Meet me at the door and find out.” You leaned forwards to nip his bottom lip between your teeth, before sauntering off. It didn’t help Harry that you were still wearing your sexy angel costume from the challenge and so your ass was on full display.

As you walked off all he could do was look at how lucky he got. Until the boys came over and started bigging him up, making him focus on something other than you and your ass for the time being.

You had been pulled upstairs by the girls, to get ready for the evening ahead. You kept on excitedly squealing, before settling down and a flurry of anxiety would come over you. If there was a word for being excited and anxious, then that’s how you felt.

Indiyah pulled out a lingerie set from her wardrobe and held it up. It was a matching lilac lingerie set, with a cute little bow at the front of the bralette and. cheeky pants that would make your ass look amazing ( * ). “How about this?”

The girls cheered and a slight blush crept on your face just thinking about Harry’s reaction to it.

“It’s beautiful.” You nodded, holding out a hand for it.

“And, it’ll look even more beautiful on you.” Paige added.

Ekin-Su came behind you and started to do your hair for you, styling it the way that you thought would be best. You finished it off yourself, after Ekin-Su added the necessary products to it.

You touched up on your makeup, adding a softer lipstick than the one you’d been wearing all evening, before moving into the bathroom to go and get changed. You twirled around in the mirror, before walking back out and letting the girls get excited over how hot you looked.

“I don’t know what to wear over it though.” You sighed, turning around to view the set from behind and in awe of how good your body looked in the mirror.

“Either a silky bathrobe..” Gemma started.

“No. I think wear one of his oversized jumpers and then when you’re in the hideaway you can take it off. He won’t be expecting that and it’ll probably make him hornier quicker.” Ekin-Su explained and you had to admit you liked that idea.

So, you went into Harry’s wardrobe and stole a big jumper that you’d usually wear to bed anyway. It made you look a lot less sexy, but that was the effect you were going for. You also slipped on some slippers, that you got teased looked like grandma slippers, and went back to the girls.

“You look so good like that Y/N, babe.” Paige exclaimed.

“Bestie is gonna get it tonight!” Antigoni sang and danced, the other girls joining in. You laughed and put your face in your hands to hide yourself.

Then the girls started to file out one by one and head downstairs to where the boys were waiting. Antigoni waited with you at the top of the stairs as you blew out a big breathe of air.

“You alright, honey?” She asked you, holding onto you hand tight.

“It’s just a big night for me.” You nodded, closing your eyes to calm yourself for a brief moment.

“I know. Remember, nothing has to happen though. There’s no pressures. Harry’s not like that.” Antigoni reminded you and you nodded.

Then you both walked down the stairs together to see the rest of them waiting at the bottom. The boys cheered for you and you smiled kindly, not looking at Harry just yet.

“Only Y/N could get away with wearing a hoodie and still make Harry hard.” Luca joked, acknowledging Harry’s pressing bulge. Harry elbowed him in the side for the unnecessary comment and returned his gaze to you.

You walked up to him and gave him a hug around his middle. Too much PDA was too much on you, especially when all the islanders are solely focusing on you two. He kissed your forehead and then took your hand to guide you out of the villa and towards the hideaway.

“Y’look beautiful.” Harry said, you both walking ahead in front of everyone else.

“Really?” You looked up to him with awe in your eyes.

“Can’t believe you just asked me that. ‘Course you do!” He chuckled, leaning down to peck your lips quickly.

“Oi, lovebirds. Save something for the hideaway.” Dami shouted and you and Harry both laughed, you tucking your head into Harry’s side as you both walked.

Luca opened the door for you both and held your hand for you as you crossed the threshold, before bringing Harry in for a man-hug and waving goodbye to you two. The rest of the islanders waved goodbye too before you shut the door behind the of you.

“No beetroot tonight, hm?” Harry asked, walking to sit on the edge of the bed whilst watching you lock the door.

“I don’t think she’ll want to see our antics tonight.” You said, turning around and leaning against the door. Your hands stayed behind you as you allowed Harry’s eyes to undress you from across the room.

Harry smirked and dropped his head to hide his grin better.

The room itself was very over the top. It was dressed like a Valentine’s day suite at a romantic hotel. It was decked out with love-heart bunting around the walls and red blanket throws on top of a love-heart shaped bed. It was funny to see that this is what you had been anticipating, yet it was kind of underwhelming now you were here because of how flashy it was.

“What are you doing all the way over there for? C’mere.” He held out a hand for you and you bit your lip as you tiptoed you way over to him.

“Hi.” You said softly.

“Hello, baby.” He smiled like a love-sick puppy at you. He rested his head on your stomach and you cupped his head with your hands and leant down to give his head a gentle kiss. He tilted his head back then to be near your face and you leant down again to kiss his lips this time. He happily leant into them, kissing you with passion and love.

His hands went to rest around your waist and you used it as an opportunity to sit down on his lap, straddling his hips carefully. You didn’t break the kiss once whilst you moved, Harry’s hands making sure you were stable and safe the entire time. Your noses brushed past each other as you moved your heads from side to side, never wanting to part from each others heavenly lips.

You were both too in need of each other. Burning for each others flames.

Harry pulled back reluctantly, that much you could tell by the flurry of after kisses he gave you too. His eyes search for yours and he smiled when he saw you.

“I want you to know I’m not expecting anything from you tonight.” Harry told you, faces reaching so close to each other that his words could be felt against your skin.

You leaned back a little bit and Harry frowned at how you weren’t verbally responding. Your hands reached for the hem of your jumper and you started to pull it up over your body. Harry’s hands left your waist and ghosted over your body, not touching you just yet. The jumper was over your head after a slow five seconds and Harry couldn’t help but gawk at you and your body. Not to mention, the gorgeous set you were wearing.

“Oh..” He whispered under his breathe so quietly it was barely heard.

“I, however, came prepared.” You chuckled, watching his eyes roam over your body. His hands still ghosted over your body, as if you were too fragile and precious for him to touch without consent.

“You... God, Y/N.” He laughed to himself, clearing his throat before he spoke any more.

“Cat got your tongue, hm?” You teased.

“I’m trying to be a polite gentleman here, right now, but if you keep up that attitude I’m going to have to fix it right out of you.” He groaned as he moved forwards, your hips rolling over his and simultaneously nudging his heavy bulge.

“Oh yeah? And how would you do that?”

Harry side-smiled, shaking his head at you.

Oh, how you were so out of your depth.

He gripped your ass harshly and stood up, your holding your hands around his neck to keep you safe. His eyes were full of lust and you couldn’t wait to see him unravel because of it. He turned around and threw you back on the bed, you screaming slightly as he did. You landed with an oomf and watched him slowly take his own t-shirt off over his head.

His muscles were tight and defined underneath, from all the working out he had been doing recently. His tanned body glowed under the light of the room, only for it to go dark because the lights went out for the night. You laughed, because whatever plan he had was now not going to work due to the change in lighting. At least you got to see his lush body at least once.

****** 18 + from here ******

Whilst you were laughing you didn’t realise Harry had snuck under the covers at the end of the bed and was working his way up to you. Until his lips started to kiss up your legs and thighs. He left wet kisses up your thighs and even bit down slightly, tempted to leave bright red marks so everyone would know that you’re his.

Forever and always.

He didn’t though, because he knew you’d be pissed off at him. He did kiss your thighs to give them the love they deserve though, running his hands up and down the soft skin too.

You had to pull the covers up over your head because you were worried that the cameras would pick up what kind of euphoric faces you were making. You carefully took off your microphone, aware that Harry had taken his off too, and you let off little pants of air as he crept closer and closer up to your core.

His hot breathe fanned over you cunt as he moved his head from one of your thighs and to the other. Your breathe hitched and your back arched at the tiny movement. Then you felt his body creep up yours and come to position over yours. You felt his face over yours and you softly opened your eyes to see him looking down at you. Although there was no light, you could still faintly see each other.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Y/N L/N.” He whispered against your hot lips, which were yearning for a taste of his again.

“Harry, don’t...” You shied away, turning your head to the side.

His fingers tucked under your chin to bring you to face back to him gently. “Hey, if I want to tell you how pretty you look you’ll damn well let me. I don’t tell you enough, honestly, but you are so perfect baby.”

He leaned down and kissed you once, twice, three times before he was satisfied.

“Well, I think you’re pretty perfect too.” You spoke softly.

“I know I am, that’s why y’like me so much.” He teased you, earning a roll of the eyes from you and a small smile too.

“Oh go fuck yourself.” You laughed.

“I mean I could, but I’d rather I did you instead.”

And the mood changed instantly. It was clear that this was Harry’s way of asking you whether you wanted to do anything this evening. You knew that he would go straight to bed with you now if you wanted, but he had also been left dry so many nights that he would be instantly all over you if you gave the green light.

“I’d rather you did that too.” You said shyly, kissing his collar bone softly. “But maybe not all the way tonight, if that’s okay?”

“Hey, we take this at your pace alright? If i only get to kiss your pretty lips tonight then I’d still die a happy man. The happiest.” He smiled.

“You can kiss more than my lips, H.”

“Yeah?“ He smiled cheekily, biting his lip to keep his smile a little more contained.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, lovie.” He nodded.

Harry started by kissing you gently, his soft lips melting onto yours like ice cream on a hot day. You hummed in delight at how fresh he tasted and how much you adored him being so close to you.

Your hands tugged into his hair, pulling him and his body closer. You got to feel his hips roll into yours and his hand softly ran down your body, skimming over your breasts and trailing down your stomach lower and lower. Your breathing became more laboured and your lips had to leave Harry’s unwillingly to try and catch your breathe.

When his fingers trailed over your lace-clothed core your breath hitched. Your lips shut and you stopped in taking air, but it also meant that Harry stopped too.

“Hey, baby. Y’gotta breathe for me lovie. I’m not doing anything until y’breathe for me.” He said softly but sternly, worried you’d make yourself pass out if you weren’t careful.

“Sorry.” You breathed out and back in again, your chest rising to meet Harry’s as you did so.

“It’s okay. Just don’t want you passing out on me. At least not yet.” He smirked earning you to laugh.

He took the opportunity to run his fingers over your core again, making your toes curl and stomach tighten. But you were breathing normally and so Harry continued.

Harry kissed your lips erotically one last time, before trailing his lips down your jawline and onto your neck. He found a spot that made you twitch and decided that’s where he would leave a little mark. He kissed over it softly afterwards, before continuing to move his lips downwards.

When he got to your breasts he tugged the material down slightly over your right nipple and was quick to put his lips to the bud, kissing at first before biting and sucking in a way you’d never experienced before. It was a pleasure unlike any other. Your head tried to sink further into the mattress, to alleviate some of the pleasure but it was wracking over your whole body. His other hand remained on your cunt, moving his fingers very delicately along the lace material.

Your breathing shallowed as Harry moved to your other nipple, which was heavily perky now, and he gave the same treatment to it, whilst adding more pressure to your core. Your stomach felt the tail ends of some beard stubble that he’d missed whilst shaving and it only heightened the burning feelings in your cunt. Your nipples were left to air as Harry trailed his lips down further onto your stomach and below.

You gasped when you felt his lips kiss over your clothed clit harshly, his nose inhaling your scent down there. His hands left you alone down there and trailed up your body to your breasts. He took ahold of them off squeezed them harshly, plucking at your nipples as he so pleased.

He kissed over your clit again, before licking up a stripe and making your whole body enflame with desire.

His hands trailed down again and tugged at the sides of your panties, drawing them down your legs until they were off completely. When he situated his body back, he dragged your legs over his shoulders and moved his hands back up to your boobs. He squeezed hard and licked another strip up your bare cunt this time. You let out an audible moan and Harry’s hands tightened around your breasts in response.

Then he dove his tongue a little deeper, pushing his mouth inside of you as you continued to writher underneath his tight hold. He groaned in pleasure at how good you tasted, sending vibrations through your core and edging you very close to coming already.

“Shit...” You gasped when Harry flicked his tongue inside of you harshly, picking up his speed as well as his pressure.

He nudged his nose over your clit at the same time that he pinched your nipples, sending you into overdrive. Your hands had to trail into his messy mop of curls, tugging gently to release the pressure building up inside of you. As he squeezed your breasts again, he moved his mouth upwards and focused his lips and tongue to your mound. Sucking and kissing over your clit was his new favourite pastime. He could tell you were enjoying yourself too.

He kept moaning against your skin whilst you kept moaning to yourself.

One hand left your breast and came down to your core. Harry didn’t give you a second to adjust before pushing not one, but two fingers inside of you. He kept his mouth focusing on your clit whilst his fingers curled up inside of your cunt and fucked you tirelessly. He set such a fast pace that you didn’t see how he could continue like this, but he never tired and his thrusts only got more powerful.

“H.. I’m.. I..” You breathed out loud enough for him to hear.

Instead of replying, Harry sped up his actions all over your cunt and your nipples. He smirked when he could feel the rush of your release run through you and your legs started to shake from how strong an orgasm you were having. You breathed heavily as Harry kept on fucking you through your orgasm, his fingers pace making it impossible for you to regain your breathe easily. It was only when he couldn’t feel you release any more and your cunt had stopped making such wet noises that he stopped.

Kissing over your cunt one last time, he then moved up to hover over you and pressed his messy lips to yours. It allowed you to taste yourself all over him and if you hadn’t been so spent, maybe you would’ve come again just by that action alone.

“I don’t know how I ever went without.” Harry laughed smugly, pulling away from your bruised and bitten lips.

You tried to speak but you were too spent to say anything.

“Oh, baby.” Harry laughed some more, brushing hair off your sticky forehead and kissing you softly there afterwards. “Y’okay?”

“Y-yeah but you…” You sighed, still coming down from your high.

“I would stay high and dry if it meant I got to eat you out like that every day.”

“W-well. You can still do that, but i’m letting you let go tonight.”

You turned around, Harry still above you, and started to grind your ass into his dick. He groaned harshly at first, not realising this is what you were going to do, but then he grabbed onto your hips and held on tight as you pushed your ass back onto his clothed cock.

“Fucking hell.” He grunted, bringing your hips back repetitively and letting you grind it as you so pleased.

He pulled down his boxers and let his dick free to move against the outside of your ass. Skin touching skin. You moaned as the contact and looked back to see him. His cock was so thick and long that you might’ve come again just at the sight of him. The feeling of his cock against your ass was so euphoric that you felt yourself riling up for another orgasm.

Harry moved your hips more against him and he gave a few powerful slaps to the sensitive skin, earning moans from both of you. He then moved a hand around to to the front of you and rubbed his fingers over your clit fast. You tried to focus on bouncing your ass back against him, but his fingers were making you weak and you started to slow down. Harry took his cock into his own hand and started pumping it, lining the tip up with the dimples above your ass.

“Come for me baby. Come with me.” He said huskily, before you let go over his fingers again and you felt his release dump all over the bottom of your spin and onto your back. Both of you moaned over the pleasure and when you collapsed down on the bed, Harry didn’t care about the mess made when he collapsed straight on top of you.

“That was a long time coming.” You spoke muffled into the pillow, “Pun intended.”

“Even after letting me have the best wank of my life and you’re still cracking jokes.” He laughed, kissing his lips so softly over your back.

After you’d both cleaned each other up, you both went to sleep and had the best nights sleep of your lives.

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buckysswinter · 3 years ago

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cruel summer

18+ minors dni

warnings: smut, fluff(for a brief second???), reader is kinda innocent??, corruption kink, daddy kink, praise kink, spanking, degradation kink, carter being mean to the reader, angst, heartbreak

not edited or beta'd- do not repost or translate!

playboy!carter baizen x f!reader

word count: 1,765

said i'm fine, but it wasn't true; i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

she doesn't know how she ended up here once again, sneaking through the garden gate to go see carter. she shouldn't be doing this, she should've stopped it before it began; but why would she when the guy she's been longing for finally noticed her?

this fancy house in the suburbs owned by the baizens was carter's little hideaway from the city, this suburbs where her parents were housed by the baizens. if only her parents knew, they would disapprove of this. her mother always told her that her kind wasn't welcomed by the circle of people the baizens ran with, the baizens being kind enough to treat them as equals were a rare thing.

her mother was carter's many nannies, but his mother knew her mother personally and that was why his mom treated her family so well. she grew up with carter, though she was always in the shadows; whenever he got home from his fancy family trips, he would give her a souvenir, something as simple as a keychain or a magnet that she's kept all these years. as she got to the back door, she looked around; this was peaceful place, a little piece of even in a hectic world. that's what carter had told her.

-"this place is like paradise among the city, my little safe haven."

she feels special that carter would share such a thing with her, she didn't understand what it was to be constantly followed by paparazzi so she believes him.

she uses her secret knock her and carter had agreed on, he opens the door with his mischievous grin and he pulls her in, immediately kissing her. she returns the kiss with passion and love.

no she couldn't think about that word, love. she couldn't let it slip that all these years, she's loved carter baizen. he simply does not see her like that and she constantly reminds herself that.

she pulled away from the kiss,

-"hi carter, nice to see you too," he laughed at this.

-"sorry, i was just really eager to have you here baby," that, that's what made her fall in love with carter baizen. his ability to make her feel special. she was a regular person but every time she was with carter, he made a point to make her feel special and she loved it. who wouldn't? each word he spoke to her provided butterflies in her stomach.

she couldn't find the words to reply to carter so instead, she kissed him back. the strawberry taste from her lips being devoured by carter.

he leads her to the kitchen, where two bourbon glasses were on the sink. perhaps he had a friend come over or a business associate. before she could make a comment on it, carter picks her up and lays her down the kitchen island. stripping her of the dress she put on for him, then he moves to himself, taking the cashmere robe off, revealing his already hard dick.

carter moved to take her white cotton underwear off,

-"god baby, you're just teasing me at this point aren't you?" she remember carter saying that he likes when she wore white underwear, he likes that she was innocent; so she did it more and more.

she could only whine and nod at his dirty talk, she wasn't experienced with the dirty talk after all.

-"come on kitten, you can respond, i know you can." carter had told her rules, when they were having sex, she would have to call him daddy; and frankly that turned her on even more.

-"yes daddy," the way the word rolls of her tongue made carter groan.

-"fuck baby, you're so good to me." carter spread her legs open, he left kisses down her leg and came back up to face her soaking wet pussy. he took his fingers and swiped it at her folds,

-"kitten you're so wet, i don't think i need to prepare you," carter knew this would get a rise out of her because as much as he loved eating her out, she loved getting eaten out by him.

-"no daddy please please, i'll be good" she was desperate for this man and that made him smirk.

-"you promise kitten?" carter loved having the upper hand whenever they fucked.

-"yes daddy i promise," she was eager to have his face on her pussy that she lifted her hips up.

carter pushes her hips down using his shoulders, he licks her all the way up causing her to moan. the pleasure he gives her could never be provided by another man. his tongue, hot and heavy against her pussy, and she feels like she's in heaven. the way carter is licking her up, the way his tongue would tease her hole and prod it slightly with the tip of his tongue.

-"fuck kitten, you always taste so good for daddy." carter's little praises gets her closer to the edge. he licks her up quicker, his mouth closing in on her clit. the way he tugs on her clit and follows it up with the powerful lick of his tongue pushes her to the edge. carter slurps her juices, carter pushes himself up, spanking her pussy; this made her jolt, prolonging her orgasm.

-"holy fuck carter," her mind was hazy from the orgasm that she hadn't noticed what she had called him. she stops from her tracks, opening her eyes to see carter's face turn serious and before she could open her mouth to apologize, she's turned around, ass up in the air.

-"oh kitten, i didn't know your orgasm was that good that you forgot the rules; you did promise me to be good and now look at you too cock drunk to remember the rules." carter caresses her left ass cheek before striking down a hard smack, making her yelp. carter laughs in response, giving her five more before he caresses her now red ass cheek once more.

-"i'm really sorry daddy, i'll never forget again" she apologizes once carter is done. she had let it slip, too close to comfort perhaps. she reminded herself that these rules were made by him, maybe she's letting her feelings show; maybe perhaps, she should tell him how she truly feels. when they started whatever this way during the beginning of summer, everything felt new to her; the shape of his body, the way they fit together, the way she sealed her faith every time she agreed to see him.

-"you better not kitten, because next time the punishment will be much worse."

carter flipped her around once again and slapped his dick on her clit, the action making her needy. carter smiled at the fact that she was only needy for him, that she was in his control. he entered her, keeping his eyes in contact with hers; this made her immediately tighten around him.

-"fuck kitten you have to relax," carter was used to her being tight but her immediately doing this almost made him feel too good. she couldn't reply, she only nodded.

carter slid out of her, keeping only his tip in before he pushed all the way in her. both groaning at the pleasure, he gave her no time to adjust and he roughly picked the pace up. she held onto his shoulders, fingernails digging into them, this encouraged carter to keep going. y/n tried to lift her hips up and meet his pace, carter placed on of his hands on her hips, the other on her boob, toying with her hard nippples. he found her mouth, giving her a rough kiss, moving down her neck and sucking on her sweet spot. everything felt so good, the way he was pounding in and out of her was surreal, the way he played with her hardened bud and his grip on her waist; carter baizen knew her body. this realization made her walls tighten, carter felt her warm walls tightening and took his hand off her tit and found her clit; he tightly circled her clit. the buzzing pleasure made its way to her body, the countertop now feeling cold against her hot and sweaty skin. y/n's eyes rolled back, toes curling before she let go, she elicit a gasp as carter kept pounding animalistically.

-"fuck fuck fuck kitten, you make me feel so good. you're so good for me" carter praises her as he cums. he slowly pulls out of her, making both of them hiss and carter gets a cloth to clean them both up.

carter quickly tossed y/n her dress, this made her brows furrow; carter never threw her out. the proclamation of love came out of her mouth,

-"i love you carter baizen, when will you see that?" her eyes were tearing up, she was tired of dropping hints that he couldn't figure out.

-"that's the worst thing i've ever heard. you and i will never be together, do you not realize that i only used you for my pleasure? i felt pity on you because you looked like a lost puppy. this summer is nothing more than a hookup to me and you should realize that." the gut-wrenching truth made her palm itch. she nodded at this, accepting the pain and anguish that he dealt her. she knew that it was all too good to be true, the eye twinkling smiles she gave him were never reciprocated. she never thought that carter would call her pathetic though. then she realized, she was pathetic for loving such man, carter was merely being civil. she was pathetic for accepting his deal in the beginning of summer knowing how it could destroy her. and lastly, she was pathetic that she still loved him right after he just tore her heart in two.

her tears made its way down her cheek, her hand wiping it. y/n simply nodded at his revelation,

-"goodbye carter baizen." her voice cracked, she needed to get out of his house. as soon as she was out her tears flooded her eyes; she would never ask him to love her back. she understood that they were from different worlds and no matter what she does carter baizen will never love her back.

she left the garden gate that she snuck into open, the sound of a car surprising her as carter never had visitors this late. as she looked up, she saw the one and only blair waldorf climbing out of the limo; carter was back in his robe, meeting blair on the front steps of the house.

a/n: this hurt me lol

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litgwritersroom · 2 years ago

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Love what you guys are doing, but i would love to read some more f/f smut. Maybe Yasmin or AJ?

Cherry Chapstick

S3 | Yasmin/MC | 2600+ words | @i-boop-you

It's an all-girls sleepover in the Hideaway. MC and Yasmin sneak away to the bathroom for some alone time. NSFW.

No work to do, all meals taken care of, the only thing there was to do in the Love Island Villa was graft. Well, that was besides a challenge, and grafting was pretty much a challenge in itself.

Not that Ami had much trouble when it came to grafting. No, the boys had been falling at her feet from the get-go. The girls, too.

Bill, Camilo, Harry, and even AJ had been chasing after her since day one, and with the arrival of Ciaran, Tai, and Yasmin, that trend did not look to be stopping anytime soon. What was new was the way Yasmin had Ami feeling, right from when their eyes first met. At once she’d stirred something in Ami, making her realise how her journey on Love Island hadn’t really begun yet, how much more exciting it could be.

Truly, no one was as intriguing as Yasmin. The singer just had an air about her that was sorely absent from the other Islanders.

Since her arrival, Ami had been spending a lot of time with Yasmin, something her partner liked to complain about in the brief window they saw each other, usually at night, beneath the quilted sheets. Well, Ami was back beneath the sheets, but it was in the bright daytime, and instead of having her partner’s concerns in her ear, it was Yasmin, whispering hushed tales, just for Ami’s ears.

They’d been there for hours, barely visible under the sheets, just a giggling mound to the camera. It was so hot under there, Ami was glad she just had on her bikini, and it wasn’t long before Yasmin shed her shawl, opting to lay there with Ami in just her own skimpy clothes.

“So, the recouplings tonight,” Yasmin said. “Who do you want to pick you?”

With a satisfied smile, Ami said, “I’d be happy to couple up with you, to be honest.”

A spark lit up in Yasmin’s eyes, her grin evolving with delight. “Good,” she said, “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Opting to be nothing but cute, Ami brought her finger to the other girl’s nose. With a boop, she said, “With double the amount of time you’ve had, there’s no one in here who’s made me feel half as good as you.”

Yasmin blushed, looking down, a smile spreading over her cheeks.

And when the recoupling came to, Ami was filled with nothing but joy when her name was called by Yasmin. They’d known each barely more than a day, but it had felt like so much longer. This new step just made Yasmin feel so much closer to her.

But Amiyah wouldn’t mind getting a whole lot closer…

When it was announced that the Hideaway would be open, Ami couldn’t believe her luck. On her first night with Yasmin, she might get to spend it completely alone, doing anything and everything she wanted to do.

Of course, that wasn’t to be. Immediately after the Hideaway announcement, it was revealed that all the girls would be going for a sleepover. So much for privacy.

Ami joined the other’s, her giddiness not as feigned as she thought it might be. She didn’t have to mask her disappointment much as she ended up having a load of fun with all the girls, even if she did suspect she’d have more fun if it had just been a one-on-one with Yasmin.

Still, even if they weren’t alone, Ami could still be by Yasmin’s side. She could still hold her hand. She could braid her hair. She could giggle and joke as they stripped into bikini’s to have a dip in the hot tub.

Eight women in one hot tub didn’t leave a whole load of room, and Ami and Yasmin were more than happy to take refuge on one another’s lap to give the other’s some room. Thigh to thigh and skin to skin, there was no complaints from either of them, right up until it was time to call it a night.

The pair of them were two of the last to leave the hot tub, everyone turning in in pairs for the shower. As the numbers in the hot tub whittled down, Ami grew more and more excited from her throne of Yasmin’s lap. Fingers entwined, and giggling like there was no one else around, the time finally came for them to leave the hot tub, to venture out of the cocoon of warmth they were hauled in.

It was a mad dash for the bathroom, and they slammed the door locked behind them. The large door blocked out the giggling and chatting of the other girls. As soon as the lock was turned, Yasmin and Ami eyed one another and let out their own giggle.

Wasting no more time, Ami closed the gap between them. Running her fingers through Yasmin’s golden brown hair, Ami’s lips found hers. The taste of her lip gloss mixed in with the alcohol as she kissed her deeply.

Was it the drink that was making Ami feel so fogged up, or was it just the power Yasmin had over her?

Out of the hottub and the warm bedroom, Yasmin shivered. Ami broke their kiss, her eyes cascading down Yasmin’s slim figure. She took in her nipples poking out through the wet suit, the shine of the water droplets making their way down Yasmin’s skin, making her glisten.

“Cold?” Ami asked, trailing a finger from the tie of Yasmin’s bikini top down to her cleavage. Droplets of the hot tub water gathered across her goose-prickled skin, getting caught in the light. The back of her knuckle grazed over her cold breasts in the wet material before Ami squeezed generously, her hand fitting perfectly around her, like Yasmin was made for her.

Yasmin’s mouth edged open, a small shiver of a gasp escaping her.

“Maybe we should get you in the shower,” Ami went on. “Warm you up.”

“We? Oh, this is going to be fun,” Yasmin said. She locked her hand on the back of Ami’s neck, bringing her in for another kiss. This time she wasn’t allowing a shiver of cold to break them apart. She deepened into Ami, letting her tongue roll into the other girl's mouth.

It sent a wave through Ami; the touch of Yasmin’s tongue to her own, that same sweet taste of the cocktails lingering intoxicatingly. Ami edged her lower half against Yasmin’s, eager to grind up against her, to close that gap between them once and for all.

She just wanted her all; the taste of summer nights on her lips both above and below; both sweet and tart; she wanted her warmth that radiated inside and out; her comforting breeziness, the sparkling laugh, the touch of her fingers, and the feel of her soft skin.

With a giggle and a touch of their hands, Yasmin led Ami to the large shower. The best thing about this one wasn’t how spacious it was, wasn’t that they could shut the other Islanders out, but that they could shut the whole world out. No cameras, and behind a locked door. In the Villa, this space was practically unheard of.

Clothes wet already, both girls entered the shower unbothered about the layers. Still, the chill that had spread along their skin in the form of goose pimples needed to get gone. Ami fiddled with the knobs of the shower, happy that it was the knobs she’d fiddle with tonight.

The shower came to life, sending a cool drizzle over them at first. Yasmin got the brunt of it. It hit her on the chin, dripping down over her chest, cascading over the small buds of her breasts, gathering around her pointed nipples.

It was with some difficulty that Ami peeled her eyes off of Yasmin’s tits, licking her lips as she turned back to the shower knobs, her thighs squeezing shut a little tight. She couldn’t ignore the strong tingling between her legs, her thoughts on nothing but wrapping her lips around Yasmin’s perky nipples while she tore her tits free of any clothing.

Oh, fuck. She was so fucking wet for her.

Before Ami could finish, Yasmin was behind her. In one broad stroke, Yasmin licked at the drops of water that had splashed along the back of Ami’s shoulder. She kept going until she was at Ami’s ear, letting out a satisfied hiss that made Ami shudder all over.

Swiftly, Ami spun, taking Yasmin by the wrists. With one push, she had her against the cold tiled wall, her tongue back in Yasmin’s mouth, her lips over Yasmin’s lips. She ran her hands up the other woman’s body, trailing lightly along her arms up to her shoulders. Ami threaded her fingers beneath the thin straps before peeling them off of Yasmin’s shoulders.

Slowly, she let down the bikini top, watching as Yasmin’s nipples were laid bare before her. In a desperate move, Ami had her mouth around them at once, squeezing with her hand what she couldn’t suck. She alternated between flickering her tongue and nipping with her teeth while her hand twisted gently, turning Yasmin’s nipples between her fingers, spurred on by Yasmin’s low moans.

Ami planted one kiss in the space between her tits, letting her hands fall to push the bikini down below her waist. As her kiss lowered down to Yasmin’s midriff, Ami hooked her fingers into Yasmin’s bottoms. It all came off as Ami sank to her knees, letting the small strip of hair graze her face.

Yasmin opened her legs, lifting one high, her breathing hitched. Her eyes were locked on Ami as she threaded her fingers through Ami’s dampening hair.

Edging just ever so slightly, Ami let the teensiest point of her tongue graze Yasmin’s clit, letting out a warm breath to heighten Yasmin’s tingling. Her whole body shuddered in response over Ami, a whimper escaping her. Her fingers locked in Ami’s hair, grabbing a tight fist full. She rocked her hips, bucking into Ami’s mouth, holding her in place.

In response, Ami only teased. Her tongue glided delicately over Yasmin’s clit, lightly, softly, bringing her to the edge of desperate.

“Fuck, Ami, please,” Yasmin begged. Both her legs were shaking, quacking at Ami’s withholding touch and the effort to stand.

Ami circled Yasmin’s pussy with two fingers before gently inserting one. She swirled it inside until Yasmin rolled her hips, finding a rhythm. Ami matched her, lowering as she backed up, and driving back up when Yasmin thrust slowly down.

She circled her tongue more favourably around Yasmin’s clit, spelling out her own name, making it her own. Yasmin was already beside herself moaning out the words being written on her clit along with a favourable selection of blasphemous phrases.

Ami rose, replacing her tongue with her thumb, inserting a second finger inside Yasmin. With one hand resting over Yasmin’s head on the wall behind her, she was more than content to watch the pleasure on Yasmin's face.

Eyes on her eyes, Ami rested her forehead against the other girl’s. Neither one of them looked away as Yasmin’s body jerked to Ami’s touch, Ami driving her fingers harder and harder, increasing speed and pressure and just taken by how beautiful the other girl looked.

It was coming. Yasmin was getting closer and Ami wasn’t stopping. Yasmin held Ami close, her hands wrapped around the other woman’s head, keeping her close, wanting to share this moment.

And Yasmin looked Ami in the eye as Ami fingered her to a climax. Her eyes glazed over before finally rolling up the back of her head.

She gasped a sweet “Oh my God,” as Ami built up the pressure again, rode her through her orgasm, and did not stop. “Oh my God…”

Yasmin clung to Ami, practically jumping on her as she immediately was taken on a second wave. It washed over her body far more intensely; she felt it tingling all over her skin, from her toes to her ears, her body was just pure climax.

As Yasmin slowly calmed down, her shuddering body still clinging to her, Ami slowed her pace, edging her gently down from the high. Yasmin’s whole body relaxed in one go, letting loose, her mind drunk on absolute delight.

Ami removed her fingers, immediately taking them to Yasmin’s mouth. She smeared her sticky wet fingers across Yasmin’s lips until she sucked them into her mouth, tasting herself. Her eyes were still half glazed as she looked at Ami again, saw the fire and lust in her gaze.

“You taste beautiful, don’t you?” Ami asked her, voice low and husky. “Do you like it?”

Yasmin’s mouth was too stuffed with fingers for words. She nodded fiercely.

Replacing her fingers with her tongue, Ami went in for a brief, but passionate kiss, stealing the last of the taste of her fingers. She backed off, but Yasmin wouldn’t let her.

Arms wrapped around Ami, Yasmin blindly let lust lead her. She reached for the high pressure shower head.

The water was so warm, like a blanket around them. They were both soaked now, the water glistening on their naked bodies, water droplets creating rivers down their skin. Looking like that, Ami could have stared at Yasmin forever. She was like a Greek Goddess incarnate; no, no, she was like Aphrodite had created her just for Ami. Unreal, godly, ethereal.

Yasmin showered their bodies close up, their soaking tits rubbing and pressing together under the warm cascade. She lowered the shower head and lowered it and lowered it until Ami let out the sharpest of gasps.

She positioned it between Ami’s legs, pointing it up. Ami’s eyes went black; she panted briskly, barely able to catch her breath as her clit was pounded by the water pressure.

Okay, Ami would have to revisit her reasons why this shower was better, and add high pressure wash to the top of that list.

The sounds she was making were ungodly, Yasmin had to kiss her just to shut her up. And that’s was how Ami came, buckling under Yasmin, shudders of an orgasm whimpering out between kisses. She felt dizzy when Yasmin moved the shower head away, her legs limp.

Ami gave it up, getting on the tiled floor of the shower. She rested on her back, legs wide open and knees high. One hand rested over her wet tits, the other snaking to her clit. It was too sensitive to play with, so she was gentle with how she grazed the area.

That’s when Yasmin’s mouth locked over it, tongue straight on the sensitive spot. Ami was on her elbows at once, legs buckling widely, free of her control. Yasmin wrapped her arms around Ami’s thighs, holding her open as she ate her out.

No amount of hair pulling was getting her to stop, not until Ami blacked out again. She could see stars, her mind blank, the only thing tying her to the physical word was Yasmin’s tongue. And Yasmin went again, circling her tongue over and over Ami’s clit, giving her no reprieve.

The third time she came, her legs stretched in the air high over Yasmin, kicking at the rainbow of water shooting over them from the abandoned shower head. She curled in on herself, over Yasmin, practically hugging Yasmin’s face between her thighs, calling out her name like a prayer.

This time, Yasmin broke off, only to crawl along the shower floor until she towered over Ami. “Sweetheart,” she said, a smile breaking over her face, “that’s the best cherry chapstick I’ve ever tasted.”

She locked her lips to Ami’s again, and Ami kissed her back hungrily, wildly, like she’d never been fed before and Yasmin was the cherry on top of the pie. She broke off just to tell Yasmin, “I don’t know, love, I’ve tasted better.”

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fleckcmscott · 4 years ago

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Coffee & Donuts

Summary: Arthur’s thrilled to be part of a crowd. Though the evening doesn’t go perfectly, Y/N’s flirtations make it sweet.

Warnings: Smut

Words: 4,602

A/N: Alright. After the heart wrenching angst of my last piece (which I love, by the way; don't get me wrong! 😂), I had to write another story in which Arthur and Y/N are happy and together. It's inspired by one of Arthur's visions during their kiss. I hope you all like it! Special thanks to @jokerownsmysoul for beta-ing!

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

Parties and celebrations weren't foreign to Arthur. He'd worked plenty, enough to make him realize what he'd been missing out on. He was well-versed in pin the tail on the donkey, musical chairs, and balloon animals. But as an adult, those activities didn't satisfy. He wanted to be included rather than paid. Connect with people, introduce himself. Discuss his experiences and pursuits. Feel sufficiently at ease to loosen up a little and have a good time.

Now he was a guest - a certified guest - at Patricia Gorman's fifty-sixth birthday party. The first party he'd been invited to since being the weird kid in class who'd rotated between three worn out sweaters and could never afford a gift.

He'd been a tad apprehensive about going to Burnside. Gotham's nicest borough had a reputation for high rents and low tolerance. When Y/N and he had entered 2E, however, Patricia's greeting ("You made it!") and the apartment were thoroughly welcoming. Crocodile brown walls and forest green shag carpet made the spacious living room a cozy hideaway. Marigolds leapt across the polyester of the T-cushion sofa and its easy-chair companion. The floor lamp's amber, crimped glass shades cast the spacious living room in a glow borrowed from warm autumn days.

Patricia's husband, Robert, was out on an emergency call. An HVAC had gone haywire in a residential building in Hinckley. Her daughter, son-in-law, and grandson had been by for lunch. That meant the only other guests were Matt - Y/N's old boss - and a bottle-blonde in a black halter dress and spike heels, who Y/N introduced as Laura. ("She's Matt's ex-wife," Y/N later disclosed. "He's been trying to win her back since I moved to Gotham.") Both shook Arthur's hand when he offered it, and he felt a little thrill whirl his stomach when Y/N laid claim to him by telling the woman, "This is my husband."

A collection of appetizers served as dinner, a fun and novel menu. The slow cooker meatballs Y/N and he had lugged over on the subway were a bit tangy; he still couldn't believe the recipe called for grape jelly. The deviled eggs with paprika, a pleasant mix of savory and sweet, was a dish he'd heard about on television. Cream cheese and cucumber sandwiches were light and airy, a good match for his iced tea. Only the artichoke and spinach dip gave him pause. Its beans and hot sauce made his taste buds wince.

That unpleasant flavor was quickly forgotten when Y/N pulled him to sit next to her on the sofa, so Patricia could open her presents. She proudly showed off the orange, clay ashtray her grandson had made for her. Arthur, having successfully kept the secret of her light smoking from Y/N, chuckled at Patricia fibbing she'd put candy in it. She thanked Matt and Laura for the champagne, wrapped in a silver bow with a simple "Happy Birthday" tag. The bottle wasn't popped. Upon peeking into the large giftbag Y/N placed on her lap, she made a soft sound. The Dazey whirlpool bath, which attached to the side of the tub and had three strength settings, was a hit. She announced her plans to try it in the morning. The dark blue Rexbuilt briefbag was intended to replace her cracked, leather briefcase, Y/N explained. Patricia ran her fingertips along the expanding inner compartments, the personalized planner that included the credential "CLA" after her name, and flipped through the included steno pads, eyes brimming.

She sipped at her cocktail and put an arm around Y/N. Melancholy tinged Patricia's voice. "At my age, the people in your life tend to stay the people in your life. Whether you like them or not." She reached further and patted Arthur's knee. "I'm glad an old dame like me gets to call you all friends." His throat clenched in gratification, though he wasn't daring enough to squeeze her hand and thank her for deciding he was a friend.

Still on top of the world an hour later, Arthur sauntered to the red and white enamel dining table to serve himself a second slice of upside-down pineapple cake. The evening had gone well, better than a guy with a natural inability to mingle could've expected. He bobbed his head to the beat of "Come Fly with Me." It was a happy coincidence that Patricia's taste in music aligned with his. She'd regaled him with tales of seeing Sinatra and Count Basie on her and Robert's honeymoon in Vegas. Arthur took a bite absentmindedly, wondering how long it would take for him to save the money to surprise Y/N with plane and concert tickets.

The daydreaming didn't last long. Matt's plodding footsteps preceded him, followed by a long sigh as he propped himself on the beige stone of the dining area's accent wall, across from the u-shaped kitchen. He held out a Budweiser and smirked. "Marriage is a hell of a lot of work."

Pleased that he was being treated like one of the guys, like a regular husband with a regular relationship who got to speak about his regular wife, Arthur accepted the beer and considered the comment. Matt's sentiment was hard to grasp. Dr. Sally had said marriage could be difficult, and Y/N's first hadn't survived the ripples of her life. But it didn't feel like work with her. Their arguments were minor. Her nagging him to find a primary doctor for annual check-ups, even though he'd survived this long without one. Or back in Missouri, when he'd told her to stop shielding him and trust he could take anything she had to give.

Arthur adopted a similar nonchalant posture and jutted his hip against the table's edge. "I like it. It's easy to take good care of her." He wasn't able to completely erase the smugness of success from his tone.

"You're what? Two years in with the most headstrong woman in Gotham? She's great and all, but she spikes my blood pressure." Matt slapped Arthur's back and let out a hearty guffaw. "Give it five more and you'll be in my office trying to avoid alimony."

"Don't. Say that." Arthur crinkled the can in his grip and glared up at him.

"Hey," Matt started, withdrawing even as he tried diplomacy. "It was just a joke. I didn't mean anything by it."

Flinching, pulling at the cuffs of his red sweater, Arthur fought the surge of anger in his veins. It wouldn't do to lose control and cause a scene. Of course Matt's comment about them splitting up was supposed to be a joke. But Arthur didn't find it one bit funny. Even with his complete faith in her and his firm belief that they were meant to be together, the possibility that she'd stop wanting him hurt. It didn't occur to him that the implication of the punchline could be that he'd get sick of Y/N.

With a muttered apology, Matt walked to the others in the kitchen. Arthur glanced over to see her laugh tipsily, until she grabbed her stomach and swatted Patricia's shoulder, a stark demonstration of how much he and Y/N differed. She always knew how to respond to people, the right comebacks. Appropriate timing and levels of interaction. It seemed she was in her natural element, the loveliest swan on a lake. Whereas after years of therapy and practice with her, he was still a fish out of water, flopping around on the shoreline in hopes some stranger would take pity on him and throw him back into the sea.

Maybe that was the real punchline. Eventually their contrasts would no longer complement each other and instead become a chore.

Scowling, he ambled towards the record player stationed before two double-hung windows. Increased the volume to drown out the intrusive notions. It didn't really work. He settled on a grounding technique he'd practiced, all the while lamenting that he couldn't handle a party without needing it. His attention went to the spinning LP, the needle following its grooves. The bright blue album cover, where Ol' Blue Eyes beckoned him, the scuff marks on the cardboard's corner edges. He acknowledged the spider plants sat on the windowsill, worried a papery leaf until it broke off. He stared out the window, taking in the whole of the city. Pinpricks of light dazzling in the darkness.

"Gotham's beautiful at night," Y/N said from behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to watch her approach. Her cheeks glowed with alcohol and good cheer, the collar of her ivory blouse unbuttoned. "There's a life behind every light out there. Ten million of them. Here. Try this." She offered her hurricane glass, filled with an off-white slush.

He sipped the pina colada with cautious skepticism and grimaced as soon as it hit his tongue. The blend of pineapple and coconut tasted of cheap sunscreen and tropical imitations, the kind advertised in smudged brochures for bad cruises to islands with made up sounding names. "No, thanks."

Snorting, she shrugged and embraced his back at the waist. "How are we doing?" she asked, curling into his side. After a few seconds, she prodded him. "Had your fill of Matt?"

"He was just joking." Arthur rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. She set the drink next to the record player and brought her hand to his, trailed it over the inside of his wrist, up his forearm. She pecked his chin and nudged him until he turned to her. As soon as their gazes met, the concern in hers told him she'd continue to pepper him with questions. But he wasn't about to let his misplaced doubts spoil her evening. And he knew the perfect way to distract them both.

A new song started. An oldie that sang of Jupiter and Mars, playfulness among the stars. He cupped her cheek, thumb sweeping the corner of her mouth. "Dance with me," he said. Before accepting his proffered palm, she laid a sloppy kiss on him. With a flutter of her eyelashes, she grinned, and his smile grew to match her own. As he held her side, led her in a slow, swaying circle, he marveled at her. At her ability to soothe every molecule, every lingering ache. Self-assurance welled in him, chased away his earlier dejection. He cradled her to his lanky frame, trembled and felt himself blush. She was the only woman for him. That was as certain as his cigarette habit.

Despite Patricia's reassurances she was fine, that Robert working late wasn't unusual, Y/N insisted on staying until he got home. Though Arthur would have preferred they take their leave an hour earlier, being allowed to smoke inside blunted his grumbling. The disarming flirtations she bestowed on him also didn't hurt. She'd pour herself a drink (four in total, if he counted correctly), help Patricia make a plate of leftovers for her husband, then throw him a wink. Whisper and cackle while cleaning, then kiss his temple.

Around midnight, Patricia put her foot down. Ushered them out with a promise to call and a hug fierce enough to crush his ribs. She raised a brow at Y/N's unsteady gait, grasped Arthur's arm, and said with a wry, tired smile, "Make sure you put that woman straight to bed." His dark brows shot up and held. Had she intended a pun? Or had Y/N's spare caresses caused the interpretation? Either way, he liked being trusted to take care of her. And the hint of arousal that flared in his belly.

By the time they stumbled into their apartment, that arousal had reduced to a dull exhaustion. She kicked off her heels on the way to the bathroom, calling a slurred "night!" as she closed the door. Yawning, he put dish soap and hot water in the crockpot, scrubbed burned bits of sauce from its rim, turned it upside down on a towel to dry. Once he'd brushed his teeth for one minute rather than the recommended two, he tossed his sweater, trousers, briefs, and socks in the hamper, and went to the bedroom. He found his blue pajamas in their usual spot, the chair in the corner, and slid them up his skinny but toned legs. Tucked in next to her, he was carried to sleep on waves of fatigue and her quiet, wet snoring.

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A tickle threatened to rouse him. Whispers along the waistband of his bottoms. Heat snuggled his back. Delightfully drowsy, he cuddled deeper into cozy, cream-color sheets, already returning to a pleasant, dreamless slumber. But a rumble of exhaust, likely from a bus that needed a new muffler, dragged him to consciousness. Arthur grumbled and tucked his arm under his pillow, not ready to transition to a world of overcrowding and concrete, commotion and bad jokes.

Yet, Y/N's insistent grazes continued, luring him with promises of placid pleasure. Her toes wiggled at his heel until he made space for her to slip her foot between his ankles. The corner of his mouth quirked. He was reminded of last night's playfulness, her endless teasing. The way he'd held the crockpot as a shield to fend off her advances on the train home, her forwardness to the point that he would've preferred having a laminated card to present on her behalf. Forgive my wife: she has a condition. It causes frequent and uncontrollable displays of affection.

Nimble fingers edged lower, loosened the tie of his pajamas before dipping beneath the loose elastic to lace through his dark brown curls, darker than the chestnut hair on his head. Her knuckles ran over him, lazy caresses full of intent. Up and down, up and down. Delicate. Deliberate. The blood racing to his groin, the pleasant swelling, made his abdomen twitch. Soon full and heavy, the sensitive tip straining the cotton seams, he pressed his lips together. When she skimmed the tender skin resting on his inner thigh, he flexed the muscle at the base of his erection. It bobbed and hit her wrist and she let loose a girlish giggle, more intoxicating than wine.

With her left leg draped over him at the knee, she undulated against his rear. Plush lips brushed the boney knobs of his spine, damp breath fanned the nape of his neck, labored, needy. Pebbled nipples grazed his back through the thin nylon of her nightgown, taunting and compelling. He made up his mind to throw an arm around her, to yank her on top of him. To eagerly take part in her seduction.

But she withdrew from his bottoms to palm his stomach and plant a gentle kiss to the shell of his ear, whispering, "Sleep tight." The mattress shifted and she rolled away from him. He furrowed his brows. She rarely relented this easily - other times he'd awakened, hard and aching, enveloped by the captivating wetness of her mouth. What was she up to?

Covers rustled. Her calf bumped his. And the opposite of what he'd assumed occurred. Instead of light footfalls leading out of the room, there was silence, silence that seemed to stretch on and on...

Until a hitched gasp gave her away.

Touching herself. She was touching herself. She'd just been all over him, acted like he was some sort of model on the cover of Vue magazine, and now she was touching herself. Right beside him! Ecstatic to have inspired such brazenness, he grinned and fisted the pillow. Her fleeting, stifled moans tangled him in knots, implored him to give her what they both burned for.

He flipped in her direction, his hand shooting under the sheet to grab hers. "Gotcha."

Eyes wide, she gaped at him in surprise. But adoration softened her expression as she entwined their fingers. "How long have you been awake?" she asked.

"Long enough."

He stretched to rewind the shades, the diaphanous curtains staying in place. Sunlight diffused over them, wrapped around her face, lent her disheveled hair a warm luster. He twirled a feathered lock and pecked her eyelids. "Finishing what you started on the subway, hm?"

"Me?" Y/N brought his knuckles to her mouth. "You're the one who came to bed without any underwear."

"Well, it was a late night." The pad of his thumb tugged at her bottom lip to reveal the pink tip of her tongue. He bent to claim it. "I was lucky to find my pajamas."

Chuckling, she broke their connection. "Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah. The cake was good. And the music. Everyone was nice."

"Patricia loved having you there. She thought you were very sweet." A pause as she mapped a dimple. "Matt said he'd upset you. Something stupid about breaking up?"

Vague shadows of discomfort flashed through Arthur, a frustration he'd mostly moved on from. He did his best to ignore it, waving her concern away. "Don't worry about it."

"He was just jealous, you know." Her nails ran along the small of his back. "He wants Laura to look at him the way I look at you."

Arthur had spent so much of his life yearning for change, to understand his purpose in the world and improve himself. The idea that a man with a good education, a successful career, and no disabilities could ever be jealous of him was, frankly, bizarre. But he didn't correct Y/N, instead locking her praise within his heart, preserving it for when he needed it most. He boosted himself on his forearm and fiddled with her V-neck, traced its button loops as he slipped the plastic knobs through them. "And how's that?'

A hint of scandal glimmered in her irises. She arched into him as he eased a strap down her upper arm to reveal her shapely breast, the lilac fabric momentarily catching on its taut peak. "Like I can't get enough of you."

He huffed at that, fondled her faintly before his lips met the velvety skin of her chest. A tonic comprised of the musk oil she'd dabbed on before the party and distinct sexual wanting wafted to his nostrils. He licked at her nipple, the bumps on her areola, and drew it between his teeth. She whined softly and lifted the bottom of her nightdress to her waist.

Hurriedly, he yanked on the waistband of her cotton panties, pushed them past her knees. She kicked them off while he knelt to lower his bottoms. Straddling her, he pumped himself back to hardness and opened the drawer of her nightstand. He searched haphazardly until he retrieved a small, glass bottle of lubricant. (She'd ordered it from a mail catalog, both of them a bit too bashful to walk into an adult shop, even together.)

She snagged it from him and poured half a teaspoon in her hand, then palmed herself. He moved between her legs and she grasped his length, coating him with the warm, slippery liquid. He pushed forward into her. Gradually, slowly, savoring every millimeter of her enticing heat. He noted the stretch of her mouth, the jut of her jaw, the lifting of her upper lip. "Mmm..." she breathed and begged him to keep going. When he did, her head tilted back into the pillow, eyelids falling shut. A smile cut across her cheeks as she purred her satisfaction. "Arthur, I love you."

His touch wandered down the curve of her thigh. At the sight of her subtle writhing beneath him, the sway of her slightly uneven breasts in time with his languid thrusts, he pushed her knee into the mattress, splayed her wider. He grunted lowly. "Look at me."

Their gazes met but didn't hold for long; hers dropped to where they were joined. She caressed right above his pubic bone. "I love seeing you like this." Her fingertips walked a line up his sternum to his chest. "And touching you like this." She wrapped her arms around his middle and drew him to her, locked their lips in a greedy kiss. "And making love like this."

He snorted. "I think this is the only reason you married me."

"Well, not the only reason. There's your good hair, too."

"I've been thinking about cutting it. Trying something new."

"Don't you dare." She tugged at his loose curls, wore her best pout. "What else would I hold onto when we're doing this?"

Laughing lightly, he bumped his nose to hers. Falling into her was like falling into his old fantasies, the ones that'd sustained him through years of isolation. Dates at diners, at comedy clubs, at donut shops, at home. Their shapes had changed as he'd matured, his role in them, his aspirations and infatuations. But they'd remained a warm comfort nonetheless, a place that felt like belonging. And now he belonged with her. Hunger filled him. Happiness. And love. So much love, more than he'd ever believed he'd carried in him. He bucked a little harder. "You feel so good," he murmured. "You make me feel so good."

A strained cry left her and her pelvis answered his steady rhythm with demands of its own. Her calves rose to squeeze him closer, encircle his narrow hips. They were pressed together so tightly; it felt like they were one flesh. He never wanted it to stop. But a dizzying euphoria had ignited, one that eclipsed the romantic yearnings of his heart, twisting his desire to last all morning into the desperate drive to possess her. Gasping, Arthur raised himself to his knees, delving deeper with each push. Their foreheads met and he grit his teeth at the scald of her, the texture of her walls. She fit as though she'd been made for him.

He supposed she was.

Pressure began in the base of him, building and building in terrific torment. The muscles of his inner thighs contracted inward. Tingling climbed his shaft, his tailbone, his spine. He wove his fingers into the sheet, his grip a vise that wrested its corner from the mattress. She kissed the spot where his jaw met his neck, all the while murmuring encouragements for him to let himself go.

Bliss shot through him, from the tips of his toes to the follicles on his scalp, and his back stiffened as he whimpered and poured into. Fever engulfed his frame, sublime in its frenzy, leaving him in a heady stupor. Aftershocks made him tremble. Once, twice. Until, sated and spent, he landed on top her. He closed his eyes, ribs rising and falling as he forced air into his lungs.

A minute later, he swallowed and looked down at her. "You didn't come."

She carded through his sweaty locks. "It's all righ-"

"Shh." He slid out of her and settled at her side, reached between her legs to swipe at her core. "I'm not done," he declared, tracing the edges of her entrance, slick and swollen. One of his favorite things about getting her off was demonstrating his prowess in bed, how well he'd learned with her. His thumb met her plump clitoral hood, and he felt her throb beneath his ministrations.

Nails biting his bicep, she rocked upwards. A bewitching blush crept up her breast, her neck, spread across her cheeks. Shallow pants hit his face, short puffs suffused with high-pitched whines, utterly irresistible. He circled her nub at a steady cadence, tapping when she'd shiver, and she clasped the back of his hand. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, sucked the pretty peak, and lowered the other strap of her nightgown to bare her completely. A hushed plea fell from her lips. "Please, please..."

Suddenly, her vulva grew white hot and she seized, her hips stuttering with each flutter of his touch to her folds. She thrusts her breasts towards him, a sharp moan caught in her throat. Liquid pooled against his fingers, proof of her rapture that made him wish, with mild amusement, that he could be an unmedicated young man again. He would've gladly taken her a second time.

Giggling and rubbing her temple, she released a long exhale and opened her eyes. He brushed her hair back and grinned, completely smitten, like the first time he'd heard a joke and understood the punchline. The light brown picture frame on his nightstand caught his attention, and he regarded the wallet size photo in it, one of the shots of Y/N from the booth at Amusement Mile. The last thing he looked at before turning in each night. He lay his head her shoulder and hummed, listened to the drum of her heart.

She smooched his hairline and wriggled out from beneath him to stand. Her nightie had been reduced to a crumpled stripe of lilac cinched about her waist. It felt tawdry and shameless and he wanted to see her in it for the rest of the weekend. But she peeled it down her legs, wrinkling her nose when it got stuck on her thighs, and stepped out of it one foot at a time. She dropped it on the floral bedspread and retrieved her bathrobe from the closet. "Meet you in the kitchen," she said, opening the door.

The sun had risen higher, its beams slanting across the covers. He basked in it, catlike, then swung his legs over the side of the bed. He pulled on his pajamas, got a new pair of socks from their dresser, and made his way to the kitchen. He washed off the remnants of Y/N's arousal from his fingers, popped open a prescription bottle and took a tablet. He poured water into the coffeemaker, grabbed the can of grounds from the second shelf, added three scoops to the paper filter. Their three-tone brown mugs sat in their spot next to the machine, waiting to be filled.

When the glass coffeepot was half full, Y/N emerged from the bathroom, chuckling to herself. She opened the breadbox on the opposite counter and took out a wax paper bag. "Do you have any idea how dull this morning would have been if we'd never met? I'd have read the Sunday paper, had a drink. Probably worked on a file." He handed her a couple dessert plates, watched her put a donut on each one. "I wonder where you'd be. What woman you'd have breakfast with, what jokes you'd be writing, what magic tricks you'd have learned."

"Um..." At first he wanted to ask where this speculation had come from, if Matt had let her in on exactly what he'd said. But the confident slant of her smirk told Arthur she was teasing. He tried to play along but winced. No matter how appealing, how extraordinary she found him, his gut told him there wouldn't have been another woman. There'd be no more stand-up routines, no more Carnival. He certainly wouldn't be taking care of Penny. He'd likely be locked up in the hospital, maybe even dead. Without an anchor, his life would have lost what little sense it had.

Y/N was one of his anchors now, hooked into the sand alongside his material, treatment, the ability to pay bills. He seized her hand and squeezed it tight, unaware he was squishing her fingers. "I don't wanna think about it," he said quietly.

She sidled up to him and pulled him to her side. Rubbed his flank soothingly and pecked the corner of his mouth. "Don't worry." She took his chin and guided him to look at her. The intimate comfort of her smile helped him believe her next words, even before she spoke them. "I'll always be here."

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Harlequin Mills & Boons fusion, Alternate Universe - Romance Novel, All The Tropes, romance novel tropes, Alternate Universe - Human, Human AU, deserted island, Guess where the island is?, Gay Disaster Crowley (Good Omens), Falling In Love, Love at First Sight, Crowley is a flirting guru, Crowley is Bad at Flirting (Good Omens), Chubby Aziraphale (Good Omens), Thirsty Crowley (Good Omens), Romantic Fluff, Unconventional Courtship 2020, Fluff and Humor, Romance, Crowley's tattoo has moved, Weaponised eye-batting, Suggestive eating of iced confectionary, Sun lotion application, It's the battle of the flirts really, And Crowley doesn't stand a chance, Awkward Flirting, Kissing Lessons, Eventual Smut, Enthusiastic Consent, Happy Ending, Aziraphale is "just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing" (Good Omens) Summary:

Aziraphale West, genius and legendary code-cracker, needs a hideaway. His borrowed desert island seems perfect—until he discovers the owner is the most dangerously sexy man he has ever laid eyes on… Now he’s out of her depth!

Anthony Crowley never intended to teach Aziraphale all the delightful, enticing mysteries of flirtation. Aziraphale needs a nice man, not a rogue. A patient man, not one who can’t be controlled. But Aziraphale's clueless attempts at cracking the dating code bring out the rescuer in him, the teacher in him, even the gentleman in him. For a while.

Until Aziraphale’s skills start to exceed his own…

Written for Unconventional Courtship 2020, and based on the summary to Harlequin romance Cracking the Dating Code by Poppy West.

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ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz · 5 years ago

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Cracking the Dating Code

by KannaOphelia

Until Aziraphale’s skills start to exceed his own…

Written for Unconventional Courtship 2020, and based on the summary to Harlequin romance Cracking the Dating Code by Poppy West.

Words: 4596, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Harlequin Mills & Boons fusion, Alternate Universe - Romance Novel, All The Tropes, romance novel tropes, Alternate Universe - Human, Human AU, deserted island, Guess where the island is?, Gay Disaster Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley is Australian so he swears a lot, Falling In Love, Love at First Sight, Crowley is a flirting guru, Crowley is Bad at Flirting (Good Omens), Chubby Aziraphale (Good Omens), Thirsty Crowley (Good Omens), Romantic Fluff, Unconventional Courtship 2020, Fluff and Humor, Romance, Crowley's tattoo has moved, Weaponised eye-batting, Suggestive eating of iced confectionary, Sun lotion application, It's the battle of the flirts really, And Crowley doesn't stand a chance, Awkward Flirting, Kissing Lessons, Eventual Smut, Enthusiastic Consent, Happy Ending, Aziraphale is "just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing" (Good Omens)

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readbeneaththelines · 5 years ago

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Repentance Pt.3

Please read all warnings!

Characters: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: Violence, future smut, mentions of suicide ideations, maybe(?) fluff

Word Count: 2095

Jimin was a skilled hitman in one of Gwangju’s notorious Mafia families. When tragedy struck him personally, he began to regret his lifestyle. He was haunted in his dreams by the lives he took and the families he destroyed. Setting a plan into action that would change everything, he went into hiding. Can a mysterious young woman who showed up at his hideaway doorstep convince him to change his mind?

WARNING: THIS FIC HAS MENTIONS OF SUICIDE. IF THIS IS A TRIGGER, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. ALSO IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS, AS IT IS NSFW. DON’T THINK WE WONT KNOW IF YOU DID, WE HAVE OUR WAYS

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“What family did you say you were with?” hoping he’d slip up and tell you. But no such luck.

“Nice try, but I didn’t tell you. I did tell you that the less you know the safer you’ll be. It’s bigger than the Kim Family, I’ll tell you that much.” He scooted his food around with his fork, hardly taking a bite unless you were looking at him.

“Wow, then it must be huge. Kim Family is one of the top five families in this region. Let’s see, that leaves the Daegu Family, the Elexio Family, the Yakuza group, and the Bappa Family. If you’re involved with any of them, then you are really in deep. No one gets out of those families, unless it’s in a body bag.” You looked at him, recognition flashing across your face when you realized what he was talking about.

“You mean?” your voice broke, unable to finish what you were going to say.

“Yep, pretty much. But it will be on my terms, my way.” he looked you dead in the eyes. If you really wanted to have this conversation, he was going to make you work for it. He set his plate down, resting his arms on his knees, waiting for you to ask the next question.

“You’re terms? Like you are going to do something to get yourself killed by them? What if that doesn’t work out the way you want it to?” You leaned forward, your face mere inches from his.

“Who said anything about them killing me? I just said my terms. That leaves a wide open playing field.” he smiled back at you, wondering how long it was going to take you to catch on to what he was trying to tell you. When your eyes grew bigger and you sat back, it was then he knew you knew what he was saying.

“You want to kill yourself? But- but why? Isn’t there another way for you to get out? Fake your death, move to some aboriginal island? Why kill yourself?” you felt a cold chill run up your spine at the thought of you talking to a person who was planning on taking their own life. You had never been in this situation and you weren’t sure what to do.

“Miss. It’s not just to get out of the family, it’s- it’s far more than that. Guilt for one. Regret is another. Pain, hatred, fear, all of these make up my decision to end everything. The main reason I’m keeping you here tonight is so you can’t run off and tell someone in the hopes of stopping me. I’ve made up my mind a long time ago. You just happened to stumble upon me at the last minute.”

You couldn't understand how someone could be so nonchalant about taking their own life, all while being so calm about it. He must either be crazy or just that far gone that he sees no other way out.

“What if there was another way? There’s always an alternative than what you are doing. Aren’t there people that are going to miss you? Loved ones, family, anyone?” You winced when you saw the pain fill his eyes when you mentioned loved ones and family.

“I lost my family a few years ago. My wife left me, my parents have long been gone, I have no one left to worry about me.” he stated matter-of-factly. His head shook at the thought of no one missing him when he was gone, but that would also make his leaving easier.

“I’ll miss you. So now there’s one person that will miss you if you leave.” you sat up straighter, giving him a smirk. You were going to give it all you had if you were going to try to convince him he was making a mistake.

“I already told you to forget about me. You came into this at the wrong time and too late. Just because I am going to die, doesn’t mean that I am going to be cold hearted. I can’t let someone else die because of me. I’ve had that happen too many times already. You have a life to live, people to get back to that are probably already looking for you.”

“I have no one either. They killed my parents. I was an only child. No boyfriend, no real friends. So we are in the same boat I guess you’d say.” You curled into yourself as the reality hit you that you truly had no one left. The only person who knew about your predicament was Jimin ,and from what he was saying, he would be gone as of tomorrow.

“You have nobody? No other family that you could go to for safety? There has to be someone, Y/N. Distant relatives, an old friend.” You just shook your head at each mention. No home to go to, no safe place to run to.

“If you leave me tomorrow, I am as good as dead. I literally have nowhere to go, no money to start over with, I am a sitting duck. I’d be better off just going back to my kidnappers and being their slave or whatever.” You grabbed the blanket, wrapping it tightly around your body. Even though the small space was warm, you felt chilled to the bone. Jimin sat there, looking at you with sad eyes.

“Don’t you dare have any pity for me! You don’t care about what happens to me anyway. After tomorrow, I won’t be in anyone’s memory. They find me, maybe kill me for running away. At least that way, we’ll both be out of our misery, won’t we?”

“Y/N. I don’t have pity for you. Also, I do care right now what happens to you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t of cared if those men drug you off. You haven’t done the things I have, you have a reason to go on living. I can help you make a fresh start if you want. I have no use for the money I have saved up, you could use it to get away, go to, what did you say, an aboriginal island and hide away.” He smiled for the first time, and you found it endearing. He was very handsome when he smiled, the heavy creased lines of worry fading a bit.

“You’d do that? For someone you don’t know from Adam? Why?”

“Look at it like it was a way of me paying part of my repentance for all I have done. If I do one good thing before I leave this world, then I’d feel a bit better about myself.” He rose from his seat, walking over to stoke the fire and add more wood. You watched him quietly as you noticed the way he moved as if in pain. You hadn’t seen any fresh injuries when he was changing, so you figured it was something old.

“May I ask you something?” You said as he sat back down. You waited for a moment as he considered his answer.

“Sure. Go ahead. Might as well tell you what you want to know. Already said too much anyway.” Jimin crossed his legs as he lowered himself to the floor, you joining him as you began.

“What exactly did you do as a hitman to get you to this point? I mean, I know what a hitman is usually supposed to do, take out the enemy, collect debts one way or another, but there was something else wasn’t there?”

He leaned back against the chair, running his hands through his dark blonde hair.

“The family I work for are ruthless. They not only take out those that deserve it, but also those that don’t. I’m talking entire families. Innocent spouses and children, old and young alike. They collect their debt in bodies if they can’t collect it in money. I was their main hitman. I had trained for this position since I was young. I grew up in the family, met my wife in the family, lost my parents to the family. It has been all I’ve ever known. One day it just hit me. My target was a young family, the husband owed a debt of money that he could probably never pay back. They had a young toddler and a baby on the way. I was sent to collect, knowing that it would be in bodies not cash. He begged for his life and his family’s life. He told me he had a baby on the way, pleading with me to give him some more time. His wife was begging me, their little boy screaming in her arms. I shook my head, telling them that they knew the consequences of borrowing what they couldn’t pay back. I stared them in the eyes, pulling my trigger three times as I watched their life leave their eyes. I did it as mercifully as I could, making it quick so that they wouldn’t suffer. It was at that moment, knowing I took a life before it even began that I had had enough. I couldn’t do it anymore. Some people don’t deserve the fate that had been handed to them. I know I couldn’t just walk away, that they would kill me before I even had the chance to turn around. I am going to suffer with my passing. Suffer like I had made so many suffer on this path to destruction. I don’t want it to be quick.” When he had finished talking, Jimin wiped at the tears that had gathered in his eyes. You just sat there, stunned at what he had told you. You could feel the bile rising, disgust filling your mind that he could do something so horrendous. No wonder he felt the way he did, anyone would hate themselves for doing what he did for only the gods knows how long.

“I- umm. I don’t know what to say. I can see know why you are so dead set on going through with your planning. I’m sorry. Even though I hate what kind of person you were, I can’t hold it against you, being brought up in that lifestyle. At least you have changed, though you may think it’s too late. I’m sorry that you feel this is the only way out. I wish that I could change your mind. You know you said you had enough savings to help me start a new life, why don’t you start over with me? We could run off together, disappear, never be seen or heard from again. Isn’t that a better alternative?” You gave him a big grin, hoping to elicit another one of his from him.

“If it were that easy for me, I would. But what you don’t get is this. I have these mental scars that remind me every day of those lives I took. I see each of their faces every time I close my eyes, even when I pass by certain places. I live with it every second of my life, and I hate it. I don’t want to live with this pain anymore. It is eating away at me, and even though I know I deserve it, it’s the only way I can repent, by leaving this world with one less evil person in the world.”

“I don't believe that. If you feel guilty for what you've done, then you can't be evil. If you feel remorse, then how can you be an evil person? There won't be one less evil person if you die, there be one less good person. You saved me twice already, you want to make up for what you did in your past, how can that be evil?”

You reached for his hands, but froze when he flinched away from you. Holding your hands up, you leaned back on the couch wrapping your arms around your legs.

“I give up! Go ahead and do what you feel like you have to do. I'll find some way to survive without your help. Don't look at me that way, I don't want your help if your not going to be here to see the fruits of its labors. Take it to your next life, I don't want it.”

You pulled yourself up on the couch, lying down with your face to the back. Your tucked the blanket around you, burying your head beneath it.

“ Just let me know when your leaving to do whatever tomorrow. I'll leave at the same time.”

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Ibiza Nights - Christoph Waltz x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: Your Ibiza vacation heats up a little more than expected.

Notes: A 3.2k word hardcore fantasy of mine, inspired greatly by this hot ass video right here. Lol, enjoy.

Tagging (ask if you wanna be added for my Christoph fics): @bungeewabbit

Your toes dig into the warm sand as you make your way down the beach. The sun is shining, as it has been without fail ever since you got here, and the ocean captures your attention with its turquoise allure. Everything here in the Spanish island of Ibiza is beautiful. The fruit arrangements you get delivered to your room in the morning. The pools. The resort itself, most of all.

You had just graduated university, and had come to Ibiza six days ago as a celebration. At first you had planned a girls trip, but the closer the vacation date got, the more you simply wanted to enjoy yourself free of any of your dumbass friends who might somehow derail that plan.

You sigh in content, carrying your sandals with you as you lay down on a beach chair, slipping on your sunglasses. Clad in a tiny string bikini, you feel your absolute best, and you deserve to. This is really what you need right now... a little unwinding this morning before you hit the bar tonight.

Feeling the heat beat down on your face for about ten minutes, you finally let your sunglasses fall down your nose to survey the beach. The waves are rolling, couples are sauntering along the shore, a group of high school students are listening to music around a cabana. Your eyes continue to scan, until they pause on a man standing by the docks. He has on a pair of khakis and an unbuttoned blue shirt under a navy blazer, with dark aviators on. His hair is silver, and he's about average height. Already interested, you wait for him to turn around. When he does, it's a revelation.

"Hello, daddy," you whisper to yourself, licking your lips. You continue to watch him as he strides away from the dock, making his way to the beach. You stretch out, closing your eyes again to daydream about all the wonderful things he'd know how to do. After about a minute, you feel yourself covered in shade. Ready to tell some frat boy shithead off for gawking, you open your eyes, but are rendered speechless. It's silver hair, smiling down at you.

"My dear, I was distracted in walking by. You're enchanting-- may I get your name?"

You search for words, almost rendered speechless by his sexy squint. "Yes!" you blush, beginning to smile as well, "I'm, uh, (y/n l/n)." He reaches a hand down to you, holding yours.

"Christoph Waltz." He's enigmatic, refined. "I hope to see you around the resort."

Your smile grows as he winks, slips his aviators back on, and walks away.

You watch him adjust the cuffs of his blazer with a confident gait, a warm feeling spreading through you after just a few sentences exchanged with him. Once again slipping into a fantasy as you settle back into the sun, you smile to yourself. You wonder how much longer he'll be staying here.

As the sun goes down, Ibiza turns up. The music is loud, and the beat from one of the poolside bars can be heard thumping through the speakers. You tousle your hair a little in front of the mirror in your beach view suite, and make sure you look perfect. Over top of your bikini, you've got a busty long sleeve on, and a pair of little shorts that accentuate your legs. Grabbing your phone and your wallet, you head downstairs to get your drink on.

"Hey baby," a guy with a Heineken muscle shirt on says, grinning, "Wanna join us?"

"Thanks, but I'm heading to the bar," you say, moving out of the way. He just whistles as you walk away, and you roll your eyes, navigating toward the bar-restaurant, Shady Hades. You sigh to yourself as you regard the line to get in. It's a mile long. Getting in line, you lean back against the wall.

Christoph stands at the entrance after bypassing the line, smiling at the maître d'. "Would I be able to get the usual table?" he asks with a smile, and the man nods.

"It's already prepared for you."

"Ahh, fantástico," he grins.

"For one tonight?"

"Indeed, si." As the maître d' gets the menu together, Christoph throws a look over his shoulder at all the people waiting-- suddenly, he recognizes someone. "Eh, señor," Christoph pats the stand quickly, laughing and shaking his head, "I am afraid I'm a little bit out of it today, I seem to have forgotten I do have a young lady joining me."

"Not to worry," the man smiles, and Christoph turns, calling out to you.

"(y/n)! (y/n), there you are!"

You look up, frowning when you hear your name. You peer out beyond the crowd, and see Christoph beckoning for you at the front. You blush a little, and walk up past everyone's staring to join him.

"There you are," he smiles, and turns to the man. "She must have forgotten I made us a reservation, just as I did," Christoph giggles, and you play along, shrugging helplessly.

"Silly me!"

The man leads you both to a charming little corner table with a jar of seashells in the middle and a candle. The menus are placed on the table, and Christoph pulls out your seat for you, leaning into your ear.

"I hope you don't mind. I saw you in line and figured I could save you the night." He chuckles, and you nod.

"I appreciate it." He looks so suave tonight in a casual suit, silver hair combed back and eyes just as intense as the time you met him. You can't help but feel under dressed, as you were only planning to sit at the bar, but he seems to beat you to worrying over it.

"Don't concern yourself over your attire. You look lovely the way you are, my dear." Your blush deepens as you take a sip of your water. "Well. I must say this is quite serendipitous." He takes his napkin, placing it on his lap. "I certainly hoped I would see you again around the place, but I did not expect to."

"I'm here for another two days," you tell him, "If I'm going on vacation, I'm doing it right."

"Hear hear," he grins, lifting his glass, and you clink it. The waiter comes, and Christoph orders some wine.

"I assume you drink," he hesitates, and you snort.

"It's what I came here to do."

"And... did you come here to do anything else?" he asks, and the eyes he flashes you are far too playful to mean anything else. You just smirk, folding your napkin.

"Why did you approach me today?"

"Because I thought you were a beautiful woman. I don't tend to pussyfoot around in that department."

"So, you saw me, and... you liked me, so you wanted to introduce yourself to me?"

"That's usually how attraction works, yeah," he says, and you huff a laugh.

"Why me? There's a billion girls to choose from around here."

"And ninety nine point nine nine nine of those girls are preoccupied with beer kegs and their short term boyfriends," he smiles. "You seemed to be the only mature one around."

"How do you know I'm not a party girl in bed?" you tease.

"A little “party” in the bedroom can be a good thing," Christoph takes a sip of his wine with a smirk, "Regardless, I intend to find out just what kind of lover you are." Your legs cross. He's so straightforward, and sure of himself. You love it.

"How long have you been coming here? They obviously know you," you gesture around.

"I used to come here when I was a bachelor," he says, "A long time ago. I got married, she left, and voila," he smiles, "I was free again." You giggle, and he patters his fingers.

"Of course, it does get a little lonely here by myself. Ibiza is such a treasure to behold, but enjoyed with someone else, ah--” he puts his hand over his heart, “it is heavenly."

"Mm," you muse, "It is gorgeous."

The waiter comes back, and you both order some food. Christoph orders you both some snacky starters.

"Finger food," he grins excitedly, "Oh, how I love it."

"You do?" you raise an eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah. I rarely get to enjoy food with my hands when I go out for dinner in Vienna. This is sort of my escape-- I come here to do the things that wouldn't be considered proper back home."

You catch his heated stare again, and quirk an eyebrow, sipping your wine. "That's why I picked Ibiza. It seemed like a good place for an adventure." He hums. "So you're from Vienna?" you ask.

"I am," he nods. "Ich sprechen ze Deutsch, (I speak German) mais aussi un petite montant de Francais (but I also speak a little French) y un toque de Español, porque cuando vengo aquí (and a little Spanish for when I come here)."

"Bravo," you giggle, and he raises his eyebrows.

"Italian?"

"Non tanto, (Not much) mais je fais parle en Francais." (but I do speak French).

"Magnificent," Christoph beams, leaning across the table to take your hand, "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

"I think I've got a few more in store," you tease, and his eyes fill with desire. The food comes, and you both dive in, exchanging little facts about where you came from, what you studied, and eventually, he sits back, leaving a message to charge to the room.

"Ready to go?"

"Where?" you ask.

"The pool of course," he says, "I know a private hot tub nobody else visits. Our little secret." He gives a furtive wink, and beckons you along. You grin to yourself as you get up and follow him, and he leads you past the line that still wraps around the wall outside. Before going, he stops at the bar, makes his way through the crowd of rowdy teenagers, and snags a bottle of vodka.

"A little something to knock off the edge," he whispers, and you walk out to the pool areas, overlooking the shore.

"I'll just get into my suit," you say, popping into a changing stall, and he nods. As you walk off, you think you hear some people shout: "Mr. Waltz! Over here!" but you guess since he's been coming here for so long, he must know a lot of people.

Stepping into the shack, you peel your clothes off, and adjust your bikini. Exiting, you see Christoph jogging back from a group of people, and and he takes your hand, leading you through some trees to a little hideaway. It's a small hot tub surrounded by brush, with a perfect moonlit view of the ocean.

"After you," he smiles, and you get in, settling down with a moan. "Ah, that nice?"

"Yes," you bite your lip, "It's perfect."

"Let me join you, then," he says, and unbuttons his shirt, shuffling it off and sliding in. He groans as well.

"You're right. It is perfect." He picks up the bottle of vodka, uncaps it, and hands it to you.

"After you."

You take a drink, and hand it over with a grin. He takes a drink from it too, and wipes his mouth, setting it down.

"Ooh! No glasses, this is so exciting!" he rubs his hands together, and you wonder how such a sophisticated man can be so cute.

You watch the turquoise light of the pool reflect off Christoph's face as he sinks down to his neck in the water, and sigh. You had planned on showing yourself a good time, not being shown one by the most handsome man in Ibiza. You let your legs create a ripple, and float a little closer to him, until you're inches away. You then move your knees to either side of him, and bring your lips to his in a gentle kiss. His lips welcome yours, and his hands go to the back of your neck, gently coaxing you closer. You moan softly into the kiss, connecting your lips over and over. You continue to make out with Christoph like this, hands tenderly moving through one another’s hair. His tongue slips between your lips, and you allow him in, the kiss getting more passionate until you're practically dry humping in the water-- you're dragging back and forth on his thigh as he rolls his hips up, all the while both continuing your kissing. The night air is filled with the low hum of distant music, the crashing of waves, and the two of your lips meeting again and again.

You break away first, looking into Christoph's dazed and frankly smitten face, and smirk wickedly.

"I really wanna see your hotel room."

Guests nor hotel employees alike question it as you come through the doors still kissing, but Christoph insists you look presentable at least for the lobby, as his reputation is at stake here.

"Tell me what you're going to do to me once we're in that elevator, daddy," you breathe in his ear.

"You'll see very soon, my sweet," he puts on a bright smile for everyone, waving to the concierge in a friendly manner as you two fast-walk to the elevator. It feels as if it takes forever to close, but when it does, Christoph takes you by the waist, holding you against the wall of the elevator. His hand runs down your shoulder, and he presses a kiss to the middle of your back. Your floor dings, interrupting whatever that was leading to, and he takes you out, down the hall, and to the corner suite, beach view.

The floor to ceiling windows have the curtains open, and you can see the rainbow lights of the club patio, as well as the pool bar getting rowdy. The ocean is endless, as is the sky full of stars.

Christoph comes up behind you, brushing your hair from your neck to start undoing the strings of your bikini. You turn around, and he pulls it off, letting it drop. You undo the two buttons he's got done up after swimming, and he walks you back toward the bed, sitting you down on it and kneeling.

"Mmmm," you groan, realizing what he's going. You hadn't had a guy do this right for a while. He looks up at you with playful eyes as he takes your bikini bottoms by both fingers, tugging them down slowly, teasingly. You hurry him by kicking your legs a little. “Mmm, daddy, please...”

"Ah ah ah, patience, little one," he smiles. Finally, they're off, and you're bare to him. He parts your knees, eyes hooded with lust, and puts his face between your legs, closing his mouth--

"Ohhh," you moan, your back arching, "Oh, Christoph..." His tongue sweeps down your clit, back up, and circles it, as his lips latch around and suck gently. It's absolute bliss-- he definitely knows what he's doing. "Oh my god," you whisper, threading your fingers through his silver hair, "Don't stop..."

He hums, almost sending you into overdrive, and his tongue dips into you, thrusting in a few times before he replaces it with two fingers, curving gently upwards to reach that perfect spot. His tongue goes back to pay attention to your throbbing clit, and he adds a third finger, going even deeper, deeper, oh--

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna come," you breathe, and Christoph doesn't let up, continuing to pleasure you with his mouth and fingers until you finally feel your first orgasm wash over you, your back arching and hips thrusting into his mouth. He pulls away, grinning, and you crawl back on the bed, where he joins you. You can see and feel how hard he is now, his erection straining in his pants. You reach down, and take the shorts off, exposing his cock to cool air. He sighs, and you flip him over so that you're on top, getting in position and then slowly sinking down over him, gasping as he stretches you.

"Ohmy--" he mumbles, his hands flying to your hips, and you begin to move, putting your hands above Christoph's head and rocking back and forth on his cock. He bites his bottom lip, staring up at your bouncing breasts in awe, and you sit back, rocking down harder as you feel the head of his cock slide deeper. After a minute, he taps your thigh, and you slow down your gyrating. He gets on top, and urges you onto your stomach. He has one hand around your stomach, and you feel him push into your from behind, the angle helping him fill your pussy just right.

"Ah, Christoph!"

"(y/n)," he chants, "Ah, that's magnificent..." You squeeze around him, and he reaches down to stroke your sensitive clit some more as he fucks you with fast, punctuated thrusts. "I'm close," he whispers, "Are you almost there, (y/n)?" Every thrust brings you closer, and you're just on the brink of your second orgasm, your wetness coating his cock as he continues to pound in.

"Ahhh!" you cry, your eyes squeezing shut, and he pulls out, turns you around, and enters again, thrusting until you cry out his name. He holds you tight as you come again, and as your body shudders and clenches around him, he can't help but release, panting your name into your hair as he pulls out, coming into his fist.

You both roll over, and Christoph drapes an arm out, silently encouraging you to get close to him. You do, resting your head on his chest, and he looks down at your sleepy, satisfied expression.

"Good?" he asks, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Amazing," you grin lazily, and he wraps you up in his arms.

"Wonderful. Pleasant dreams, my (y/n)."

The rest of the trip couldn't, of course, compare to that night. You were a little sad to say goodbye to Christoph when he had to go back, but you made sure to give him a long goodbye kiss. The next day after that, you flew back home as well, sufficiently relaxed, with only the memories of the good time and a good tan to show for it.

You turn on the TV one morning, flicking through channels. Commercial, Miami Vice rerun, commercial, Oprah, commercial--

"--Waltz, here to promote his new movie, Downsizing."

You pause on Good Morning America, and your heart nearly stops. That was...

"Great to have you here, Christoph," the host smiles.

"It is great to be here," Christoph nods through the screen.

"Now, it looks like you had a great time on holiday, huh?!" Michael asks, and you watch as Christoph blushes.

"It was fantastic to return to Ibiza, as always."

"Who's the girl?"

Your heart skips another beat as they show a tabloid that reads "Christoph Waltz and Mystery Girl Heat Up Ibiza". You cover your mouth. That's you. That's your bikini. That's the resort. That's his boat!!

"I wish they would not refer to her as the Mystery Girl," Christoph mutters, looking at the tablet, "Kind of rude. Of course, they don’t know her name, but..." He huffs, looks at the camera, then smiles a little. "She was a special lady, and we shared a special time together. I really have nothing else to say on the matter-- that, as they say, is that."

You bite your lip and giggle, and Christoph looks back down again, flipping through the Hello magazine as he's being asked questions. You leave the TV on in the background just to hear his voice as you unpack, thinking of your trip some more with a little bit of heartache, but you gasp as something falls out of your back shorts pocket.

A number, and a message:

I would very much like to talk (or more) with you again. Ton Amour, Christoph.

You hold it to you, flop back on your bed, and get out your phone.

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