#man i should have breakfast but I'm lazy

[illmamnim]

Getting cash from grandma as a kid: yay A Money! Straight into savings :)

Getting cash from grandma now: that's like 2 weeks of food fuck yeah!!!

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Breakfast

Husband!Joel Miller (no outbreak) x afab!Reader

Summary: Your usual Saturday morning routine with your husband takes a turn, for the better. W/C: supposed to be 1k as per my celebration rules, but... it is now 2k... Oops... I’m sure y’all don’t mind😚. 18+ MDNI: Implied age gap (8 years per request hehe<3). Feminine pet names. Oral sex (reader recieving). Implied domesticity kink. Slight overstimulation, multiple orgasms. Soft Dom!Joel. Dom/sub undertones. Joel being a check-in king (safe word system in action, we love good communication). P in V unprotected. Breeding kink (y'all should expect this from me from now on LOL). ONE (1) USE OF "DADDY" (I had to, I'm not sorry). Sweet sweet aftercare.

A/N: This is in response to this request made by @survivingandenduring for my 1k follower milestone celebration. I remember you being one of the first to accompany me on my journey, and now that we're here together celebrating something I'm so humbly honored to experience, it feels so surreal. I love and appreciate your existence so so very much. Thank you.💚 I hope y'all enjoy!! (Pics for aesthetic purposes only)

MASTERLIST || L'S 1K CELEBRATION

Saturday mornings are your favorite. They’re lazy. They’re warm. They’re spent wrapped completely in the arms of your husband, Joel Miller. Whether it’s your lips or your limbs tangled in between the sheets—Saturday mornings are for you and him. 

So when you woke up this morning to the other half of your bed colder than usual, you woke up with a frown. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you pull yourself to the restroom to brush your teeth and wash your face, not bothering to change out of your sleep clothes since you made Joel promise you that you guys weren’t going anywhere today.

“Darlin’?” His Southern twang calls out. 

“In the bathroom, baby,” you respond, rubbing in the last of your face cream. 

With a soft knock to your door, he’s entering, a crooked grin at the sight of you. You can’t help the grin that breaks across your face—no matter how long you two have been married, the bashfulness of two teenagers crushing on each other will never go away. 

“Good mornin’, beautiful,” his gruff voice rasps, walking up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, his lips ghosting the sweet spot below your ear. 

“Good morning, handsome,” you reply, leaning your body into his large, warm form. 

“Come back to bed,” he whispers, his face burying itself deeper into the crook of your neck. 

“Where’d you go?” You ask, not particularly liking the fact that you didn’t wake up with him this morning. 

Joel turns you in his hold so you’re facing him now. “I’m sorry, my love, I thought I’d be quicker than I was,” he tells you, catching the tone of disappointment in your voice. “I went to make you some breakfast,” he admits. “Nothin’ fancy, I just- I wanted you to eat.”

You narrow your eyes at him, flashing him a small smirk. “What’s your motive, Miller?” 

“Uh-” he stutters, not expecting that from you. “No motive, baby. What, a man can’t make sure his lady eats?” An exaggerated offensiveness evident in his inflection as he speaks. 

“Please,” you giggle. “Every Saturday, like clockwork, I either wake up with your tongue, cock, or fingers inside of me,” you state matter-of-factly. “Why breakfast now?” you ask, your eyebrow quirked up, his signature look. You cross your arms over your chest for good measure. 

Damn, you’re good. And damn, he’s so fucking in awe of you. “Fine,” he relents. “The last few times… after we’re done… you get super jittery and lightheaded. Like your blood sugar is low or somethin’. I dunno, I just, I don’t wanna be pulling so much energy from you, especially on an empty stomach.”

Your jaw would be on the floor right now if it wasn’t attached to you. Oh. My. God. You knew what you were getting into, marrying a Southern gentleman and an older one at that; and you knew just how considerate a lover Joel Miller was, but it never fails to leave your heart—and your pussy—fluttering at how attentive your man is. You are so damn lucky. 

Going back to the room and settling on the bed, Joel climbs up beside you and feeds you your breakfast—one of your absolute favorite combos: a greek vanilla yogurt, your favorite granola, and chopped up fresh strawberries. You make this almost every morning, but something about him making it just makes it taste a thousand times better—leaving your body energized for what was next to come… because shit, did you need it. 

“Joel,” you sob, tears falling from your eyes as they fight to stay open. 

He lifts himself off your cunt, bottom half of his face shiny with your arousal. “Gimme one more, darlin’, then I’ll give you my cock,” he tells you, his heavy breath fanning across your spent center. 

“Joel, I-” you whimper, “I can’t.” Your hips bucking into his face says otherwise. He taps your hip three times. Safe word? He silently asks. One tap for green, two taps for a yellow, three taps for red—an immediate stop. Your hand nearly ripping his curls out of his head softens, tapping his neck once as you attempt to gain your breath back, soft whines blessing his ears. 

He nips the inside of your thigh before he speaks again. “You can,” and then he’s diving back in, tongue breaching your entrance as his nose rubs perfectly at your clit, hurtling you towards your third orgasm of the morning. 

“Oh, fuck-” you nearly scream, head pushing into your pillow with your eyes clamped shut, back arching off the bed. Joel throws his arm across your lower belly, keeping you down and open for him as he licks you through your high. 

Finally, he relents with a satisfied smile, placing a chaste kiss to your clit. “Knew you could give me another, my darlin’ girl.”

“Mmm, baby, please,” you say, reaching for his jaw to bring his face to yours. Not yielding to your touch completely, he brings himself up slow—the tip of his nose dragging up your naked body, Joel placing open-mouthed kisses up your belly, up your sternum, all the way to your lips, your arousal lingering with his own flavors in a deep, needy kiss. 

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he says into your lips, nipping your swollen lip before pulling away to let you speak. 

“N-need you,” you breathe, desperate. You bring your hands down to his boxer-clad bulge, your fingers causing him to twitch. 

Joel tuts, pulling your hand away and bringing it up to the side of your head, his large hand holding it down. “And I need you,” he says, biting your lip again, “to use your words, baby. C’mon,” he urges. Outside of the bedroom, you are very outspoken—this morning’s interaction as evidence—yet, when you find yourself a writhing, moaning mess underneath him, all words are stolen from your brain, all the breath is stolen from your lungs.

“Please,” you start, more determination this time. “I need you inside me, Joel, please fuck me.” You hike your legs higher up, your thighs hugging his waist as you shift your hips, your wet center rubbing against him. 

“Such a good girl f’me,” he praises, sitting up to guide his boxers down, leaving you with a complete unobstructed view of his tanned and toned naked body, his soft tummy turning the pupils of your eyes into hearts. He’s so fucking sexy, and, well fuck, you just said that out loud. 

Joel blushes, leaning back over you to kiss your forehead and your lips before he’s lining himself up with you, his sensitive tip breaching your entrance at a slow pace, his girth thick enough to stretch you every single time in all your years of marriage. 

Your eyes slowly shut as he kisses at your neck. The depth he’s able to reach as he slowly pumps in and out of you, the pubic hairs at his base rubbing against your clit, his deep groans making butterflies erupt in your belly—everything is utterly consuming your body, forcing your already sensitive body to your fourth orgasm of the morning fairly quickly. 

Joel is rocking at a steady pace, one hand underneath your lower back while his other cups the back of your head, his fingers rooting themselves into the base of your hair and applying a slight pressure, knowing the sensation drives you absolutely wild. The moan that floats through the air is enough for Joel’s cock to twitch inside of you, threatening to release at any moment. With all his strength, he lifts his head up from your neck to hover above your own, reveling in the furrow of your brows and the needy gasps coming from your throat. 

“Darlin’,” he rasps. 

“Mhm,” you squeak, unable to form any words. 

“Look at me,” he tells you, hips speeding up. He knows he’s only making it harder for you. 

Your eyes slowly peel open, but your eyes immediately roll back, the pleasure making your mind go numb. 

At your action, Joel is slowing, his hips coming to a near halt. That gets your eyes open. “J-Joel? Baby?” you call, your voice quivering with frustration. You were getting close. 

“Need those pretty eyes on me, darlin’,” he explains, his hips only starting back up because of your eye contact. 

“Y-yes, baby, okay,” you reply shakily, wanting to do anything for him to continue. 

He moves in and out of you again, incorporating a delicious slow grind with every push in. The pleasure is too fucking much, and your eyelids are slipping again even though you’re trying with every ounce of your strength to keep your gaze fixed on him, you fail. 

Again, his hips come to a painful stop. “Darlin’,” he warns. “You stop, I stop.”

“I-” you cry. “Joel, I can’t.” Tears pool at your waterline. 

His hand comes to your face, his thumb catching the runaway tear. “You can, baby, and you will.” It isn’t a request. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, keeping Joel as close to you as possible, his breathing keeping you grounded as you attempt to keep your eyes on his. Satisfied with your attempt so far, Joel starts moving, and this time, he completely lets go. Thrusting into you not too fast or not too slow—and he’s going hard, every push would make you slide slightly up the bed if he weren’t holding onto you the way that he is. 

Your eyes flutter, not shutting completely but not staying open, and Joel makes a warning sound, his mouth spewing filth to keep you focused on him. 

“Need to see those pretty eyes while you flutter ‘round me.”

“Don’t you wanna be filled? I know you want it—crave it.”

“Keep them eyes on me, babygirl. I’ll give you what you want, just lemme see you.”

“Fuck, Joel, please-!” you scream, your hips thrusting on their own accord, your climax shattering throughout your entire body. 

“Thaaat’s it, baby, atta girl,” he moans out, the sensation of you sending his eyes nearly to the back of his head. “Fuckin- give it to me, baby, just like that.” 

“Sh- shit, baby, fuck-” you cry, “please, Joel, please.” 

“Please what, baby? Use your words,” Joel rushes, chasing his own release as he pushes you through yours. 

“Please- please cum inside me, daddy, fuck- needa feel you,” you sob, your fingers gripping onto his back muscles, leaving bright red scratches in their wake as he rails you into the mattress. 

“Yeah, baby? I’ll- oh, fuck-” he whines, his balls pull taut, his tummy muscles clenching, and within seconds, he’s cumming inside you, the sticky warmth covering every inch inside of you, leaking out of your entrance as he continues his movements, slowing himself down to a stop. 

You two lay there for a moment, your chests heaving against each other. Joel places a kiss to your nose, then your lips, then he’s lifting himself off you, heading to the bathroom. You hear him start a bath. 

He comes back after a minute, guiding you to sit up and make your way to the bathroom. He kisses your shoulder. “You alright, darlin’?” 

You nod your head yes, a content smile across your features, eyelids heavy. He pulls your chin between his thumb and his forefinger, making you look at him. His signature scowl, the playful version, is on his face. Those damn words, baby, he’s telling you. 

“I’m more than alright, baby,” you finally verbalize. “I love you.” 

“I love you more, baby,” he kisses your cheek. “My darlin’ girl,” another kiss to your forehead. “My beautiful wife,” your other cheek. He continues on like that until he’s peppered your face in kisses, consuming your body with a love quite like no other. You’re a giggling mess by the time it’s over, begging for him to give you a second to breathe. 

Only then when you two settle against each other in the warm, bubbly water, does he ask his burning question. 

“Did, uh… did the breakfast help you?” 

You take a moment to register how your body feels. It feels light. Not light as in lightheaded or weak—like previous weekends. No, you feel light, warm, content—you feel energized, like you can take on the world right now despite the fact that your legs are still made of jello. You feel good. 

“Yeah,” you say. “Helped a lot.” 

“Good,” he replies in success, kissing the top of your head before he starts massaging every part of you he can reach. 

End note -

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[chiikasevennn]

Heyyy I saw you were writing for sung jinwoo and I was wondering if you'd be up to writing one where reader is his girlfriend and they are together somewhere and he is all soft and mushy with her without realizing there are other hunters around bc he is just so focused on her only

⁠✷—C is for Clingy

THIS IS BADLY WRITTENNNNNNNN, eng is not my first language. I hope nobody criticizes me like I write for a living 😭 also, not proofread. Kind of suggestive. I have no idea what I'm doing or writing. I hope I got this correctly!

Slow movements were made as another lazy Sunday morning was being spent in the kitchen, flipping pancakes with your boyfriend hugging your waist from behind.

You felt like drifting on the edge of consciousness, Jinwoo could say the same. Once the pancakes were finished and ready to be savored, you made every effort to plate them with him securely encircling your waist.

Jinwoo grumbled, half-asleep, eyelids heavy as he couldn't resist the mesmerizing aroma emitting from you. Should you permit, he would hold onto you forever.

For some odd reason, his sense of smell became more acute especially in the morning when you were around, or maybe it was simply your sweet, sugary scent that was so appealing and irresistible. He just had to approach you.

So, as the clingy man he openly acknowledged himself to be whenever he was with you, he just trailed closely along behind you, his head buried in your hair and breathing in its faint sweetish scent.

"—inwoo, Jinwoo," you began to tap his head; slowly, he woke up from daydreaming.

He hummed in response, holding you tighter which made you grumble.

"Pancakes are ready. Do you want syrup?"

He nodded his head against your hair. You did your best to remove his hold around you, to which you succeeded barely.

"Woo, we're going to eat." The dark haired man's face etched with lines of discontent at how he had to let go of you.

The sight of pancakes you made on the table brought a little smile to his face though, a tower of golden goodness waiting to be devoured. Each pancake was a work of art, perfectly round and fluffy, begging to be drenched in syrup.

He seized the chair adjacent to your seat and brought it close to you with such intimacy, eager to be near you as he prepared to enjoy his first meal of the day.

The two of you took a bite, it was a silent breakfast.

"Say, Jagiya," he said. "KHA's hosting a party in three days, may I ask you to come with me?"

You stopped eating after swallowing the last piece of pancake in your mouth. "Like, a hunter gathering? Am I needed?"

"For me, yes." He responded like a form of desperation. "I also want to show my girlfriend to the world. Will that be okay?"

Trying to negotiate with him was pointless. How could you possibly refuse when he asked so kindly? You were somewhat bashful around strangers, often preferring to take shelter behind someone taller. Jinwoo conveniently became that reliable barrier after his sudden growth spurt.

"Sure, does it have a theme or something? I don't want to look off."

"You'd look gorgeous in anything."

"I'm serious!"

Jinwoo chuckled. "A dress, maybe? I'll wear a suit. Should we go look for fits later? It's a day off, after all."

I hummed along with him, eating the rest of the pancake happily.

The dark haired man looked at the necklace around your neck. You were still donning that budget-friendly heart necklace, huh? Back then, it was the only thing he could offer as he didn't have much. It had been his initial present to you upon making things official, and ever since then, you hadn't removed it.

Jinwoo smiled. The littlest things do make him happy randomly. Maybe it was the [Name] effect.

By four o'clock, you and him stepped out to shop together. Although your intention was to sleep through the day, how could you possibly debate with your boyfriend who was eager to be with you at a luxurious event?

✯

"Is this really okay?"

As she descended the staircase, the V-line neckline of her dress accentuated the slender curve of her neck. It was commanding Jinwoo's attention and he couldn't look away although he'd already seen you in that dress.

He was determined to hold onto you once more, and he did, though his breath hesitated as he realized how easily he could grab your waist.

Jinwoo buried his face into your styled hair, reddening like a teenager. Oh, Jinwoo, your charming Jinwoo who kept showing this cute side of him just and only for you.

"Woo, this is the seventh time you've grabbed my waist. I might be giving you too much privilege."

"Mm," he was silent, before suggesting something. "You're so grabbable, so small… You know, we still have thirty minutes lef—"

You ended up smacking the back of his head with a wide smile, a tick mark appearing. "Nope, the last time we did that, I couldn't walk properly!"

You bestowed a kiss upon his hair, being cautious not to disrupt the expertly groomed locks that adorned his handsome face. Of course, this man was not only your significant other, but also your partner in each craziness you start, and you, too, were keen to flaunt him proudly like the committed partner you were.

✯

The formal party was a gathering of elite individuals, a sea of tailored suits and elegant dresses filling the large room. Every detail of the formal party was meticulously planned, from the ornate decorations to the impeccable service as it would have distinguished guests.

For those in attendance, the formal party was more than just a social event—it was an opportunity to network, to solidify alliances, and to climb the ladder of success.

The air was thick with anticipation as guests awaited the arrival of the most awaited guest, a figure of utmost importance in the world of hunters.

When you and Jinwoo arrived, it was obvious that every set of eyes was fixed on the both of you, holding you in their gaze, clearly observing your every move.

They didn't know an inkling of fact about you, but they knew you were his secret other, thanks to the rumors and candid photos fans took of the two of you, dubbing you as Hunter Sung Jinwoo and his hidden girlfriend.

Indeed, you were gorgeous, but some of their corrupted minds thrived for more than that. They wanted connection, power, influence—

I got nervous for no reason… You sighed.

You had envisioned the gathering to be calm before the storm, but surprisingly, it was actually like a walk in the park! Initially, you had anticipated being swarmed or judged by random people nearby, but they were actually quite polite.

The discussions you engaged in with people were polite, formal, and brief, to say the least. You also noticed how tense some of them appeared moments after approaching you… Or maybe you were kidding and it was just your imagination? You had initially thought of hiding behind Jinwoo and using him as a shield, but surprisingly, they were composed and respectful.

You were unaware of the fear gripping their souls, as each time you greeted them with a gentle, tiny smile, a certain dark-haired hunter would send them glaring looks from a distance behind you; Jinwoo knew their intentions, and they weren't dumb to not realize that he was pointing right exactly at them.

"Jagiya," He spoke softly by your ear before planting a kiss on the tip of your ear. Wait. "Did you use another perfume when we arrived?"

The sudden weight of pressure hugged your hands, leaving you undeniably certain that he gripped it tightly as if awaiting something eagerly.

"No…? Wait, do I smell—"

He knew what you were going to assume. "No, not bad. Just different. Like candy or something similar."

You kissed his lips. "Good." Jinwoo couldn't resist smiling, a sight that, unbeknownst to both of you, resulted in many spectators widening their eyes at the sight of the two of you.

His concentration was solely on you, those gray eyes looking down at you with so much adoration. He never objected to public displays of affection, perhaps the two of you simply preferred to keep your intimacy private, until now—at least, for Jinwoo.

It made him feel giddy.

"Kiss me again?"

"What? We're in public…"

"So? No harm in doing it again. You already kissed me. Plus, we literally had a quickie weeks ago at a restau—"

"Shut!" You whisper-yelled, a flush of embarrassment spreading across your face up to your ears. Jinwoo chuckled. "That is not necessary!"

….? Did he just… Laugh?

That was the thought of the woman afar, Hunter Cha Hae-In. Plagued by an unsettling and cumbersome sensation, she observed something she didn't think she'd see.

So those pictures of them taken at a beach were true? The blonde hunter tried to swallow down her drink.

The hunters scattered throughout the room, especially those who had witnessed Jinwoo's prowess in battle, look mostly in disbelief as they witnessed something that surpassed their wildest dreams. They had never considered that such a brutal man on the battlefield could be so tender... And it seemed like he had no problem showing it, too!

.

"Wait, what do you mean you kind of drove them away?" You whispered closely to your boyfriend's face, brows furrowing. "So that guy Mr. Kim was actually gonna piss his pants because you continuously looked at him like a mosquito???"

"Your hair smells great." He deliberately changed the subject with a kiss. "Let's go to dinner after this."

"Hey!" You whisper-yelled.

ples comment something D:

[bluecollarmcandtf]

I'm so annoyed, my best friend has such an asshole for a husband. He basically never pays attention to her, all he cares about sport, beer and his friends. He never helps around the house and he's a lazy slob! He's always at the gym or going to the game with his bros. He's such a prick, maybe he should just be date his bros since he's so obsessed with them. He's always complaining about his wife "bothering him". Plus who would want to marry a slob anyway, as a husband he should be devoted to cleaning his house and caring about who he is married to.

I think I found the guy you're talking about, and you're totally right about him being an asshole. Your friend deserves better than an uncaring, selfish, pig-of-a-husband. That girl has tolerated him for too long! She won't be seeing him or his sexist buddies ever again when I'm done here...

Just look at him! The first thing he does when he gets home is grab a beer and park that fat ass of his on the couch. Sure, he might hit the gym later on his way to the bar, but he's not planning on helping his wife out with dinner. He's not really planning on talking to her at all until he needs a blow job later tonight.

You mentioned his name was Brett, I think?

Well, Brett can barely hold a job. He's lucky you gave him a chance and got him a gig as a delivery man. I think he's been doing this for a month now, but he absolutely resents the work. Brett can't really enjoy anything unless he has a beer in his hand, and he absolutely hates wearing that stuffy little uniform.

Nevertheless, he's been consistently showing up so far; probably because his wife is waking him up, washing his clothes, and feeding him breakfast. Brett essentially only uses her as a maid and sex toy!

It's a good thing I've got something planned for Brett today as he starts his delivery rounds. He doesn't notice me following as he grumpily carries a package out of his truck, and he doesn't have time to react when I reach out and grab the back of his head.

"You're not going to move," I command, sinking my fingers into the soft parts of his skull, "You're going to let me in."

A deep sigh blows out of Brett's mouth, and I know his willpower is gone. "I'm not going to move. I'll let you in..." he repeats numbly.

With permission, I shoot inside his mind, discovering much of what I expected. His thoughts revolve around meeting up with his bros after work. He hasn't genuinely cared to think about his wife in ages. His mind is just as simple and unlikeable as he is.

Good thing I'm here to change it!

"Brett, I'm changing your thoughts. You like that. You want me to rewrite you."

"You're..." he struggles to form words, "You're changing my thoughts. I like that. I want you to rewrite me..."

"Good," I grin maliciously.

Bringing my lips closer to his ear, I begin to fill his head with his new personality. He accepts all his new goals and dreams wholeheartedly. I imagine, you will like them. They're the ones you asked for...

Done for now, I pull out of his mind, whipping Brett back into consciousness! He gasps for air as he regains his senses, but then something overtakes him. He's taken off running down the street!

I follow behind, knowing exactly where he'll end up. I must say that I enjoy watching his thick ass jogging away in those tight brown shorts. He's a lot more muscular than I gave him credit for.

I'm sure his new husband will enjoy that body of his too.

Brett sprints several blocks and runs straight up to a house at the end of the street. It's the home of one of his football buddies. I think his name might be Axel or Alex or something. I'm not sure.

Anyways, Brett bangs on the door, panting like a dog. When the door is finally opened, he wastes no time. Brett pulls his bro in for the long passionate kiss he's been waiting for.

"Dude?" his friend mumbles as their lips part, "What are you doing?"

Little does he know that I already hypnotized him, too. He's going to accept everything Brett does like it's what he's wanted all along.

"Axel! Man, I love you!" Brett moans, pulling his football buddy in closer, "I want you to marry me. I'll quit my job and be your housewife. I'll be better at that! And you can boss me around and use me however you want, bro! I mean everything; cooking, cleaning, everything!"

"Woah, dude! That's a lot to take in," he hesitates, but already his mind is giving in, "But yeah. I like the sound of that. Being my wife means more than just cooking and cleaning though."

Brett looks at his new love earnestly. Meanwhile, Axel straightens up and crosses his arms to look rough.

"It means pleasure, whenever I want it and wherever I want it. It means you only get to watch the football games in between you serving me and my friends. By the way, they're just my friends now. Got it, dude?"

"Yeah," Brett whines, "Just let me start now!"

Axel smirks and pulls his new house husband into the house, giving him a possessive slap on the butt as they pass over the threshold.

"Alright, bitch. I'm gonna treat you just as bad as you did that old girl of yours."

"Who?" Brett asks out of genuine confusion, but he's already brushed off the comment and dropped to his knees.

"I don't know. Don't care either," Axel sneers, "Just get started. Haven't blown a load all day."

The faint sound of repetitive gagging echoes out of the house as the front door slams shut. It seems like my work here is done.

The football gang will enjoy having a very willing bro to take care of all their needs, and Brett will do it with a genuine smile on his face. That friend of yours is a free woman, so I suggest she find something fulfilling to do with her life. Brett may be trapped in another marriage, but she sure as hell isn't!

Hope you liked how I handled your problem!

[mschoiyuki]

Always Be With You

Nanami Kento x f!reader

tw : self indulgent. SFW

wc : 1.2k

a/n : I’ve been feeling down this couple days and the negative thoughts makes me a little sad, and I need comfort from my man, Nanami Kento. The most greenest flag man I ever see and I miss him like crazy. And this might be my last writing. Who knows.

Sunday is a lazy day for you and Nanami. You stir awake when you smell the coffee being brewed. Slowly blinking away the sleepiness, reaching the empty space of the other side of the bed and it's still warm. You pick your husband’s shirt and put it on. Walking out to the kitchen, seeing your husband prepares morning coffee.

You slither your arms to his waist, hugging Nanami from behind. Nanami smiles, “Morning, sweetheart.” You just mumble a hum, pressing your face to his broad back and tightening your hug.

Nanami scrunched his eyebrows thinking this is odd. You usually will greet him back. Nanami takes your hands, releasing your grips on him and turn around to see you. That’s not your usual sleepy face, there’s something wrong with it.

Nanami cups your face and lift it, “Bad dream, sweetheart?” Nanami kiss your temple.

You shake your head, “No. I suddenly feeling blue. Maybe the period mood? I don’t know. Just feeling sad, I feel like I’m not enough, feel tired, feel like I want to cry.” You grip Nanami waist, feeling the tears are forming on your eyes now.

Nanami lift you up and sit you down on the kitchen counter top, and he takes both of your hands, kiss it tenderly, "Why you have to think that you are not enough, my love? You are enough, more than enough. Don't let that thoughts eat you up. If you feel tired from works, take a rest. If you want to cry then let it out, I'm always here for you."

"But maybe it's just my period mood swings, Kento. I don't want to burden you with this kind of things. And it’s embarrassing for crying over nothing." You stare at Nanami with glassy eyes.

Nanami cups your cheek, “There’s nothing to embarrass about, love. If it’s too much for you to handle, just let it out. Don’t bottle up your feelings. It’s not good for you, you know.” Nanami hugs you and rubs your back, soothing your uneasy feelings away. And just like that you can’t hold back your tears anymore, sobbing on Nanami bare chest and hugging him so tightly.

Nanami cradle you and still rub your back, whispering all the sweet words for you. “This is so silly, Kento.” You say between your hiccups, looking up at Nanami.

Nanami wipes your tears away and kiss your eyes, “Nothing is silly, my love. So why are you thinking that you’re not enough? You are perfect for me. Don’t listen to the others.”

“I don’t know. Just feel sad and tired suddenly.” You avert your eyes from Nanami.

“Let’s eat breakfast first, I also make your favorite coffee after that we can stay at bed and cuddle. How’s that, sweetheart?” Nanami lift your face again so he can see you.

“You don’t have mission today?”

“I think the others can handle it, don’t worry about it. Even if it’s urgent I’ll call Gojo to take care of it. For now you’re my top priority.” Nanami rubs your cheek and gives you a slow deep kiss. “Sounds good now, sweetie?”

You nod and Nanami pick you up, you hug him and sling your legs to his waist, and nuzzles your head to the crook of his neck. Nanami smiles at how clingy you are when you’re on your period mood swings. He finds it cute and he loves it when you get clingy, sometimes he’ll tease you about it when you’re on a good moods.

Nanami puts you down on the chair, he quickly brings the coffees and breakfast. Nanami still hold your hands until both of you done eating. Nanami pick you up again, one hand slides under your knees and the other on your back. “I can walk on my own, Kento.” You try to protest but still slither your hands on his neck.

Nanami chuckles and plant a kiss on your lips, “Just let me pamper you today, sweetheart.”

Nanami brings you to your shared bedroom and put you down gently onto the bed, "What should we do today? Watching movies? Or read some books?" He gently tuck your hair behind your ear.

"Read me some book, please? I love your voice, Kento. It can make me calm."

"As you wish, princess." Nanami kiss your forehead and go fetch some books to read. He sits on the bed leaning against the headboard, you nuzzle to his side, head on his chest so you can hear his heart beat and his voice echoing. Nanami put his left hand on your arm and rubbing it to soothe you. As you listen Nanami reads the book, your eyelids getting heavier and you drift off to sleep.

When Nanami hear your steady breathe, he peek from his book and find you already asleep. Nanami close his book and put it on the night stand, he slowly slide down and bring you close to him, he kiss your forehead and drift to sleep too.

Both you and Nanami wake up at the sound of nonstop doorbells and Nanami's phone rings. Nanami grunts and take his phone to see who the culprit that dare to disturb his and your peaceful day.

As soon as he sees Gojo name on the screen, he knows who rings the bells too, "What do you want? It's Sunday." Nanami pick up the call and answer it with annoyed tone.

"Don't be mean, Nanami. We came to cheer Y/N up!" Gojo still rings the doorbells.

"We??? Stop ringing the doorbell, please." Nanami pinch the bridge of his nose and sighs, he stands and walk to open the door and you following him.

"Yes. We! Surprise!" Gojo spread his long hands as like introducing the guests.

"Nanamin! We heard from Gojo - sensei that your wife is sick. We finish up our mission and come as quick as we can!" Itadori gives his puppy eyes to Nanami.

"Sensei, sorry for the intrusion. We bought mochi for you and your wife." Kugisaki hands out the package, while Megumi just nod at Nanami.

You let out a small laugh behind Nanami and come forward taking the mochi package from Kugisaki, "Thank you for coming. Come on in. It's cold outside."

Gojo lead the packs and sling his arm to Nanami's shoulder teasing the hell out of him. You bring tea for all of them and sits beside Nanami, "How do you know I'm sick, Gojo? But I'm not sick though."

"Nanamin send me a text, he said he can't accept any mission today because his lovely wife is sick." Gojo cross his leg and sip the tea.

"I didn't said she's sick. I said I need to stay with my wife." Nanami sighs and take your hand, intertwining it and rubs your back of hand.

Their bickering and the first years teasing make your heart lighter, erasing the dark cloud on your mind, you laugh with them and tighten your grip on Nanami hand.

Nanami peek at you and nudge your head with his head, "Feels better now, my love?"

"Yes. So much better. Thank you, Kento. I love you." You whisper to him.

"Anything for you, my love. I love you too." Nanami bring your hand and kiss the back of your hand.

Where could you ask for a man that accept you for being you, crying over nothing yet Nanami still stay with you giving you love that you deserved. Making your world shine again. The man that would do anything for you, and you are so grateful to has this man in your life as your husband.

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I cannot hold it in anymore I am absolutely OBSESSED with your art and the way you draw Lao.

I also would like to inquire….. just perhaps… what are your top head-canons for him, and/or your opinions on popular ships for him/which ones you like?

No pressure!! I hope you are having a wonderful day 🧡

me, trying to act normal every time an awesome artist I look up to says something nice about my art

Thank you so much! first of all, please take this Lao with you, he's yours now~

now let me preheat my bad english.....

Most of my Lao headcanons (if they are not related to a particular art I made) were yoinked from another ppl, because DAMN FELLAS your brains are sexy. 😏 So you might have heard some of them already, but here's my top general hcs for him.

NOTE: we are talking about the current timeline mk1 Kung Lao

- Lao is very expressive with his hands and he's THE TOUCH person. Just look at how many times he took Raiden by the shoulder in the first chapter alone?? He'll be pushing, and patting, and shoving, and punching you all over while telling about his breakfast or something.

- Lao is struggling with inferiority complex. Since childhood he was under a tremendous amount of pressure, he has to do things right, to be better, or else he would be mocked or punished. Now he believes that he should be the best, or he would not be taken seriously. He's constantly seeking validation in his peers, causing him to act cocky and over-confident.

- Anger issues, usually when someone questions his skill.

- People call him lazy because he tries to act like everything comes naturally to him. In reality he trains hard and takes things seriously. Like, he's fighting with a RAZOR RIMMED HAT fgs, it's not something you can master in a day! Also he always got energy running through his veins, lucky bastard... *cries in iron deficiency*

- He makes his hats by himself. With his hands. He designs and creates. ALL of them. I will die on that hill.

- He's a slow to trust, but ride or die as a friend.

- He's a trouble maker FOR SURE, but not a bully. He's respectful and polite to most of the people (if they don't provoke him), also drinks his respect-women juice.

- Master of sass and sarcasm. And yes, I think he swears, but in the right circumstances or the right company.

- He's got rizz NOW, but in his teens he had zero game because he could not keep his mouth shut and would scare off the person with the most ridiculous piece of idiocy.

- I read it in one fic and really loved the idea that Liu Kang "told the blossoms" about Kung Lao, and they really liked him 🌸 so now they are following him around and bringing him news and gossips, that's why there's always those goddamn petals aroung him aasghGHHHj 🌸🌸

- He's rolling his eyes at Johnny, but they quickly become besties.

- He actually has a cold relationship with Liu Kang. Don't get me wrong, he trusts him, respects the hell out of him and will run into a wall for a man. But I think Liu will distance himself because of all the memories of HIS Lao and how badly they sting. oTL

- That smile and a bow Lao did after loosing to Raiden? He meant that. Loosing hurted BAD, but the pain was pushed aside by the sence of pride and happiness for his best friend.

oh shit, this is getting out of hand, I'm starting to think about the other timelines and dynamics, we'll be here all week hhhhgh

About the popular ships... Well, I'm a big fan of railao (yeah NO SHIT who would have thought), but I am a multishipper, so I'm just happy to see my fav characters feeling good in someone's hands. 😊

I really like the liulao and laoliutana for several different reasons. 👀 The johnshilao (or is it laojohnshi..? erm) was the one that didn't impress me at first (love the Lao just third-wheeling with a tired expression <:'D), but recently I'm starting to warm up to all the different dynamics these three can have. And that is, in no small part, thanks to you and your kenlao agenda 👀💖 damn you created such a nice cozy universe for them I'm 🥺💕💗💖

Bi-Han/Lao is a bit random, but I love how catto did them, they are such a cute pair of assholes! >:3

ummm, yeah, so I'm going to stop there ahahhH. Thank you again for asking and for all the nice little feels your art provides, I admire you tremendously~

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high society

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HAPPY NEW YEARSSS im going through a bridgerton phase rn and was reminded of my quarantine obsession w jane austen and enhypen so here's a jake period piece :P

summary: it's the early 19th century regency era, you belong to a well-known noble family but your father has been noticing a decline in his finances. determined to save the estate and his honor, he encourages you to mingle with any and every suitable bachelor in your town to secure the family fortune through marriage. none of them catch your eye, until you meet park sunghoon...'s stableman. (not proofread)

date: 01/01/24

scenario themes: period piece, rich girl broke dude cliche

idol: jake sim or sim jaeyun of enhypen

concept: fluff

warnings: mentions of hitting women (nothing crazy i swear)

word count: 7.28k

it was a typical sunday morning, you woke up in your satin sheets, calling to your servants to ready you for the day. after getting dressed and having your hair fixed, you made your way down the stairs to enjoy breakfast with your family as usual.

you've always enjoyed a life of luxury. belonging to a dignified household constantly bustling with an array of servants, housekeepers, cooks, and more, you never felt any need to marry.

why go from such a grand, happy estate to a smaller one to live with complete strangers as opposed to the hands that practically raised you? why abandon your daily latin lessons with your governess to listen to your mother-in-law lecture you about producing an heir?

luckily, you were the youngest daughter of six siblings, three girls and three boys. your brothers ensured your family name would survive and your sisters provided your parents with plenty of marriage proposals to occupy themselves with. there was absolutely no reason for you to be wed any time soon.

at least that's what you thought before you sat down to breakfast. "good morning, y/n" your mother greeted. "good morning mother, father." you acknowledged the man sitting across the table from you, occupied with a small journal in his hands.

as you were about to take a sip of your morning tea, you heard your father sigh, exasperated. "what seems to be the matter, father?" your elder sister asked, eyeing the journal.

"i'm simply going over finances. there's no need to panic as it is a matter of little emergency. we will need to find a new source of income by next sunday, and since your lazy and careless brothers cannot be bothered to fulfill their duties as men, it is up to you girls to marry men who can." he asserted.

unaffected, you continued to pick at your breakfast. you have two older sisters who are perfectly fit to wed, why should you worry?

"we have already begun looking for matches for catherine and y/n." your mother noted. your head shot up upon hearing your name, "pardon me?" you exclaimed, "what about arabella? she's the eldest of all of us."

"we have been looking for a suitor for arabella for a twelvemonth now. she is clearly unfit to be a bride, just look at her!" your mother began, prompting your oldest sibling to roll her eyes.

arabella has always been... unladylike to say the least. she sported breeches while horse riding and insisted on discussing politics and sports instead of more suitable feminine topics. it's no surprise most of the men in this age couldn't stand her.

you personally never minded. she did a better job educating you than your own governess, reading controversial female literature to you and encouraging you to avoid marriage for as long as you can, which you gladly did.

unfortunately, you weren't as forward as arabella. you wouldn't dare disagree with your parents like her, recalling how she boldly rejected a marriage proposal from a wealthy lord, angering your father.

you bit your tongue to prevent a protest from leaving your lips. what are the odds you'll actually find someone? all you have to do is push away all the suitors long enough for catherine to find someone. after all, she was a model young lady: quiet, pretty enough, and obedient.

you, on the other hand, could only be described as spoiled and insolent. perhaps not as impertinent as arabella, but you were definitely sassy in your own right. most men found your attitude off-putting and made empty threats to "whip you into shape".

"enough of this discussion. we will be attending a ball tonight in an attempt to mingle with some members of high society. I expect you girls to be on your best behavior. and be sure to invite any potential bachelors to our estate for tea!" your mother rambled.

you were undoubtedly annoyed at the circumstances, but oh how you loved getting ready for functions like these. wearing your nicest gowns, displaying your expensive jewelry and unique hair styles. then, actually arriving at the formal and being able to listen to delightful pianoforte and dance with strangers.

the ball was being held by the park estate, renowned throughout the province for being incredibly wealthy. the parks had four sons, two of whom were already married. which left sunghoon and jay as the biggest targets of every unmarried girl within a ten kilometer radius.

they were quite handsome, but you weren't interested in either. perhaps they'd make good matches for catherine, supplying your family with an alarming amount of wealth and allowing you to remain a happy spinster for the rest of your days.

before you knew it, it was time to ready yourself for the ball. excitedly, you threw on your finest corset and carefully selected your prettiest lavender gown, pairing it with a dainty pearl set.

as you situated yourself in the carriage with your sisters and mother, you couldn't help but zone out as they excitedly discussed meeting the park brothers. "i hope jay asks me for a dance!" catherine giggled, prompting arabella to shift uncomfortably.

she always seemed to react a bit oddly to any mentions of jay. you honestly didn't mind him, he's generous and far more liberal than most men. maybe not liberal enough for arabella, but you suppose nobody is.

by the time you reached the park estate, you excitedly jumped out of the carriage first, rushing into the doors of the large manor. you're not one to be impressed by ostentatious displays of wealth, but by God was this place striking.

marble and gold mosaic lined the interior walls with chandeliers latched onto the high ceilings, illuminating the magnificent paintings along the walls. a group of musicians was situated in the corner of the large room, playing loudly as dozens of ladies and lords conversed, dressed to the nines.

you looked to your left and noticed arabella fiddling with her dress. grasping her hand, you smiled before sighing, "isn't it beautiful?"

she playfully rolled her eyes, "it is, but not beautiful enough to marry into this mad family. don't fall for whatever trap mother and father are attempting to catch you in." she warned.

"yes, yes, I know. can't you just enjoy the ball?" you pleaded. she simply shook her head and announced that she would be heading to the garden for some solitude. as odd as she is, your sister is dear to you and you'd like to see her happily settled down with a good man one day.

turning, you were greeted with the sight of park sunghoon. great. you could see your mother eyeing you in your peripheral vision so now you had to acknowledge him.

"hello, sunghoon." you half-smiled and curtsied. he bowed in response, "good evening, y/n. would you care to join me for a dance?" he asked, extending his arm to you. i'd rather eat dirt. "I would love to." you took his arm.

it's not like you dislike sunghoon. he's a proper gentleman. he enjoys hunting and composing music, he's tall, handsome, and not to mention extremely well-off. but he bored you to no end, and he was very old-fashioned.

you vividly remember overhearing a conversation between him and your brothers, where he proudly claimed he would spank arabella until she behaved if he was her husband. you also remember jay getting quite upset at him afterward.

"i heard your parents were looking to give your hand" he started, interrupting your thoughts. "yes, it appears so." you responded, absentmindedly. "have you met anyone suitable yet?" he carefully continued.

you weren't an idiot. it's apparent sunghoon has had a sort of infatuation with you for a while now. "no, not yet." you sighed. you didn't miss how his eyebrow raised. uncomfortable, you decided to excuse yourself, "I need to freshen up. would you mind pointing me in the direction of the bath?"

"certainly." he responded, sounding rather annoyed. after showing you the way, you practically sprinted out the door in your heels, desperate to get away from the smell of his headache-inducing fragrance.

you spotted a greenhouse and deduced it must be close to the garden, where arabella should be. making your way there, you stopped in your tracks when you heard a clanging noise followed by muffled shushes.

deciding to investigate, you inched closer to the source of the sound and nearly yelped at the sight.

you saw arabella and jay embracing one another. but not just embracing. they were fondling, kissing, grasping at one another. it was quite possibly the most lewd thing you've ever seen.

you didn't know what to say or how to react. so you turned and ran in the opposite direction, praying neither of them saw you. unfortunately for you, you're completely unfamiliar with the grounds and ended up running headfirst into a door.

you fell on the ground with a pounding pain in your temple. sitting up, you looked around for a clue as to where you were but to no avail. you were too dumbfounded at the sight you just witnessed to process anything else.

thankfully, you heard footsteps rushing to where you were and a strong pair of arms lifting you up. "are you alright, ma'am?" the stranger's voice fretted.

"yes, yes I--arabella. OH MY GOODNESS ARABELLA. you have to help me sir." you grasped at the thin, cloth shirt the boy opposite you was wearing.

"who's arabella? what's wrong?" the man asked. you noticed he had a very peculiar accent, one that sounded more akin to commoners. his clothing was quite dirty as well. he must've been a new servant, probably a stablehand.

"my sister. she was--he--jay was... doing something to her." you rasped. it wasn't long before the man began chuckling. "oh yes, they do that quite often."

he slowly released his grip on you and stepped back. "you need not worry about her. would you like assistance heading back to the ball, ma'am?"

he turned around before you even responded, heading towards the manor before you grabbed his arm. "wait. i would actually prefer to stay out here."

you must sound like an idiot. and the puzzled look on the boy's face only affirms that. the truth is you just don't want to have to deal with your mother pressuring you and sunghoon's advances.

"what's your name?" you asked the servant, changing the topic. "jake, ma'am." he responded swiftly. "you need not call me ma'am. y/n will do just fine." you shot jake a smile.

you're not sure why you enjoy this boy's presence so much. perhaps it's his puppy-like eyes or his soft voice. "well, y/n," jake prompted.

just hearing him say your name sent shivers down your spine. what has gotten into you? he's a stablehand. a servant.

"i suggest we go inside as it is exceedingly cold out. we wouldn't want you to develop an illness" he sympathized. he led you into the dimly lit stables, where you could get a better look at him.

he had thick pink lips and long black hair that nearly covered his eyes. his nose was long and tall and he had highly defined cheekbones coupled with a sharp jawline. he was dangerously handsome.

you caught yourself staring at him and got a bit embarrassed before you noticed that his eyes kept darting down at you and away, nervously. you looked down to see your corset was disheveled after your fall, revealing a bit of your cleavage.

screaming, you threw your purse at him while attempting to cover yourself. was this stableboy about to do to you whatever jay was doing with your sister?

he put his hands up above his head as if to surrender and apologized profusely. "i'm so, so sorry ma'am! I meant to mention it earlier but I was a bit apprehensive as I didn't want to offend you-"

you steadied yourself a bit seeing how anxious jake looked. attempting to console him, you held his shaking hands. poor thing probably thought you were going to get him whipped, or worse.

"it's fine. I'm just a bit on edge after... never mind that. could you please explain to me what I saw jay doing with my sister? it is still heavy on my mind." you hesitated.

jake began looking bashful again. "when two people are overcome by lust, they tend to... fornicate." he explained awkwardly. you gasped. you weren't familiar with what fornication actually looked like, but you knew it was a great shame.

"please, please don't tell anyone." you begged him, still gripping onto his hands. "of course, not, ma'am--y/n. it's not my business to tell." he assured.

smiling, you let go of his hands. the two of you stood in comfortable silence for a while, looking out the doors to the stable at the starry sky and beautiful garden underneath it.

jake broke the silence first, "i believe it's time for you to return to the ball. your family must be getting worried."

your mood immediately soured. you wanted nothing less than to return to the ball you were once so excited to attend, especially because it was now a matchmaking event for your parents.

"right." you straightened down your gown. "do you think you could... help me adjust my corset before I go?" you cautioned. the truth is you could've easily fixed it yourself, you just wanted another excuse to be close to jake again.

he shuffled behind you before fastening one of the buttons on your top that had come undone. his hands were shaky yet his grip was firm. your breath hitched as he gently moved your hair to the side.

the tension was palpable, and before you knew it, you had turned around and were face to face with jake. your noses were nearly touching and you felt an electric shock travel from your stomach to your head.

feeling lightheaded, you moved a bit closer. you could hear his breathing speed up.

the next thing you know your lips were touching his. you knew this wasn't right, that this was not only a shameful thing to do as an unmarried woman, but with a stablehand of all people?

but in that moment, you couldn't care less. you attempted to deepen the kiss awkwardly but it was apparent you had no idea what you were doing. he didn't seem to mind though, reciprocating your efforts.

you were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. panicking, you pulled away. you didn't miss how jake seemed to lean in again subconsciously, which almost prompted you to jump back into his arms.

but you were way too terrified of getting caught. without thinking, you ducked behind a bale of hay. holding back a laugh, jake turned to face the front of the stables where arabella and jay walked in. arabella was wearing trousers and a linen shirt that she must've had on under her gown.

"jake, ready two horses at once." jay ordered, sternly. "of course, master jay." jake obediently answered.

"are you sure about this, jay?" arabella whispered, tugging on the boy's sleeve. "we have no other choice, you know my parents won't approve of you." he insisted sympathetically, grasping onto her hands.

were they about to elope?

jake handed jay the reigns to two separate horses. jay simply smiled and thanked him before handing one of the horses over to arabella. "I wish I could've at least told my baby sister." she sighed.

rage built up inside of you. how could she keep this from you? she definitely doesn't have to tell you now because you're going to make it known that you're well aware.

you jumped up from behind the hay like a madwoman, your corset still slightly a mess with straw in your hair. "arabella! how could you?" you yelled accusingly.

yelping, your sister quickly covered her mouth. "y/n, what on earth are you doing in here?" she retorted, still slightly shocked. "never mind that. were you about to elope... with him?" you motioned over to jay.

"y/n, I'm not sure what you think of me at this moment but I assure you it was for the best-" he started. "I don't care. unhand my sister at once." you seethed. "y/n! do not speak to him that way!" arabella defended.

you were furious. arabella, your tomboy and supposed spinster of a sister was secretly fornicating with jay park and now she was planning on eloping with him.

jake looked awkwardly between you and your sister as jay held his head down. you and arabella on the other hand were having a heated stare-down.

"if you stay, i won't tell a soul about this. if you leave, I will tell the entire county and a search party will be sent for the two of you within an hour. it's your decision." you growled.

sighing, arabella shot jay a knowing look to which he nodded in agreement. "we will stay. but if you know what's best for you, you'll be quiet." she warned. you wanted to scoff at her threat, but you knew it would just fan the flames all over again.

jay suggested heading back to the ball as the three of you had been out long enough. after jake led you through the servant's staircase, the three of you joined the party once again, luckily right before it was about to end.

sunghoon caught your eye right as you were leaving, and of course, your mother happened to be right in front of you when he approached you. "y/n! i've been looking for you the whole night. I was hoping to get a second dance," he slurred, it was evident he had one too many glasses of port wine.

"perhaps next time, sunghoon." you grumbled. your mother sent him an apologetic look before waving goodbye.

fortunately, there were two carriages sent to retrieve you and your family after your mother complained that the one was too cramped. unfortunately, mother and catherine jumped into the first one, leaving you and arabella alone in the second.

you honestly couldn't bare looking at her, let alone speaking to her on the way home, so you opted for staring out at the countryside through the small window.

"why were you in the stables?" arabella began. you shot her an annoyed look. "i know you're upset with me, y/n, but you wouldn't understand what it's like to be in love with someone you can't be with. it's unbearable."

"no. maybe I don't. but I do know that it's wrong to leave behind your loved ones. besides, you and jay nearly had an arrangement! was there really a need to go and do all this? mother practically begged you to be with him-"

"and his parents couldn't stand me. they told him he could never marry such an uncouth woman." she sputtered, tears forming at her eyes.

your heart hurt for your sister, but you were still far too upset to embrace her. "the stablehand, jake." you blurted.

she looked up at you, confused. "i saw you and jay..." you explained, prompting arabella to look away once again in shame. "...and I ended up hitting my head on the stable doors somehow. jake came out to help me and we somehow ended up kissing." you admitted, slightly embarrassed.

arabella's mouth opened slightly, before it closed and formed a smile. "do you like him?" she chided like a small child.

that was one of the things you loved so much about your sister. she was never judgemental, always open to hearing whatever you had to say.

"I believe I do." you smiled sadly, "but it would never work. he's a servant for crying out loud."

"do you want to see him again?" she asked, unexpectedly. you nodded before seeing a mischievous glint in her eye. she smiled widely and made a proclamation, "how's this? I help you hide your meetings with jake and you help me with jay. it may not be a long term solution but it would help, wouldn't it?"

"what about mother's obsession with marrying me off?" you huffed. "she's not obsessed with just you marrying. besides, sunghoon alone is wealthy enough to fix our financial woes. let's set him up with catherine, convincing her to set her sights on him." she stated.

springing up from your seat, you held your sister while cheering, "genius! you're a genius!" causing her to laugh and cheer as well.

that night you couldn't sleep. your mind kept replaying the kiss between you and jake. you could still feel the ghost of his soft lips on yours. giggling to yourself, you realized you probably look like a madwoman. yet, you didn't really mind. all you cared about was seeing jake again.

the next morning you mentally prepared yourself as you made your way down to breakfast. all you have to do is fib a bit to your family, it can’t possibly be that hard.

making eye contact with arabella as you waltzed down the stairs, you held back a smile before greeting your parents.

“mother, you’ll be delighted to know that i believe i’ve found my match.” you announced, rather dramatically. your mother nearly dropped her spoon upon hearing the good news, and your father simply smiled and asked, “who is it, my dear?”

“jay park.” you grinned, watching as arabella shot you a mischievous wink from across the dining table. “i was thinking we could perhaps have a luncheon at the park residence today. sunghoon also made it very apparent to me that he has been showing an interest in one of my sisters,”

this caught the attention of catherine.

“which one of us?” catherine yelped. “clearly not arabella,” your younger brother snickered, earning a light smack to the back of the head from your sister.

“he… erm, didn’t say. which is why we must find out today at the luncheon!” you stammered. as unconvincing as you sounded, your parents and siblings seemed to fully believe you, which meant your plan was now in motion.

from that day on, you and arabella were able to make your way to the park’s estate nearly daily by lying.

part of you felt guilty, but that guilt was alleviated as soon as you felt jake’s warm embrace. the two of you would lay in the garden some days, and sneak around the manor on other days, using the servant passageways.

you would constantly cover up for arabella as she would for you. and to your surprise, you witnessed a romance slowly blooming between catherine and sunghoon.

“what are your plans for the future? would you like to start a family, settle down in the countryside? or would you like to move into the city, somewhere in london perhaps?” you asked jake. you were sitting in the shade of a large oak tree behind the park manor with his head in your lap as you ran your fingers aimlessly through his soft hair.

he laughed lightly, “i always assumed I’d be stuck here forever, picking up horse dung.”

you felt a pang of hurt in your chest, being reminded of the harsh reality of being a servant. “surely that can’t be. don’t you have a home? where is your family residing?” you asked.

“of course i have a home,” jake started as he slowly got up from your lap. you immediately felt the cool breeze hit your lap in the absence of his warmth. “it’s in the southern part of town, my parents and brother own a bakery near there, on 5th street.” he smiled to himself.

“why didn’t you work in the bakery?” you prodded. you felt a bit nosy, but you were genuinely curious. “we were hardly making anything, it seems like nobody has enough to even spend on bread anymore. I had to find a job elsewhere and this seemed to be the only option.”

you felt a sense of guilt wash over you. you were so used to your own servants hanging on your every whim yet you never wondered about their livelihood. with income running low, father cut their salaries which you’re sure was already low.

“enough of that.” jake coughed, visibly uncomfortable, “will you read to me?”

you smiled, grabbing the long-forgotten novel in the grass behind you.

everything was running smoothly until the parks decided to come over for tea one eventful afternoon. you happily greeted lord and lady park along with their two youngest sons as they sat down in the drawing room.

you were only excited to see jay so you could cryptically ask about any developments concerning jake. unfortunately, you wouldn’t have any time to as your parents did most of the talking.

“so, i hear that jay and y/n are getting on quite well,” lady park beamed. your mother nodded vigorously in approval while you and jay feigned bashfulness.

“i also heard good news about sunghoon and my dear catherine.” your father added, to which lord park raised his cup to.

it was a typical, and rather boring, conversation until sunghoon decided to pipe in, “i always presumed i would end up with y/n,” he said casually, chuckling to himself.

catherine suddenly looked to mother, shocked. “i thought you were interested in catherine, mr. park.” your mother quipped.

“oh, of course. but that is a much more recent development. i’ve been pandering after y/n since we were kids for christ sake.”

your mother glared at you, clearly upset with your lying but at least you could cover it up by claiming you were too occupied with jay to notice sunghoon’s advances.

coughing awkwardly, your father suddenly stood up, brushing himself off. “lady l/n and i have long thought about this decision, and wanted to ask you personally instead of relying on correspondence.” once he had everyone in the room’s attention, he continued,

“we believe y/n and jay should be wed by tomorrow.”

you froze. you watched as jay and sunghoon’s jaws dropped and the elder parks began to protest. tomorrow?

“as happy as we all are that our children are getting on, don’t you think tomorrow is making haste?” lady park commented, but your father insisted, “we don’t need to plan the grand ceremony just yet, but an intimate procession in which legal and religious matters are sorted would be nice to get out of the way, wouldn’t it?”

you knew exactly why your father was so desperate to get you married by tomorrow as it would be saturday, meaning you had only tomorrow to correct the family finances.

“with all due respect, i feel like this is a bit rushed. jay and i haven’t fully gotten to know each other yet. don’t you think sunghoon and catherine would make a better match?” you suggested, your voice shaky.

“nonsense. you’ve gone over to the park’s nearly every day this week, spending hours there each visit. surely you’ve gotten to know him enough.” your mother insisted.

“then it is set. the two are to be wed tomorrow, let us discuss the details!” lady park shared gleefully.

you couldn’t bare listening any longer. wordlessly, you stood up, heading to your room, passing by arabella who was eavesdropping by the steps.

“she must be nervous.” your father announced after your departure.

once you found your way to your bed you collapsed. what were you going to do? how were you going to tell jake? you felt hopeless.

you heard a knock on your door. then another one, this time more impatient. “come in.” you groaned, ready to unleash your wrath on whoever walked in.

“are you alright, miss l/n? i heard a large slam coming from this direction.” an elderly maid asked innocently.

seeing her familiar face calmed your nerves. she had been working around the house for as long as you can remember, but she looked much more tired now. you thought back to your conversation with jake and realized how little you seemed to notice her condition weaken over time.

christ, you didn’t even know her name.

“i’m fine,” you smiled. “um, could you please set up a carriage for me? if you’d like, i’d prefer it if you joined me.” you suggested.

she looked taken aback but quickly composed herself, “yes of course, miss l/n.”

it wasn’t long before the carriage was drawn and you and your maid stepped inside. “where to, miss l/n?” she asked, “the bakery on 5th street, i believe it is located south of here.”

“pardon me miss l/n, but isn’t fetching bread a servant’s job?” she hesitated. “please just call me y/n, and i plan on doing more than simply ‘fetching bread’” you responded reassuringly.

she nodded and the two of you set course for the bakery. along the way, you decided to learn more about the maid. you found out that her name is agatha, she was aged three and forty, had three kids of her own, and had been working for your family since you were born.

once you arrived, you and agatha stepped into the nearly empty building. the only person you saw was a young man behind the counter who you assumed was jake’s brother.

“good afternoon, ma’am. how can i be of assistance?” the boy greeted, dusting off his flour-covered hands on the counter.

“i’d like to purchase ten loaves of bread.” you beamed. agatha glanced over at you, confused. “that would be ten shillings, ma’am” he smiled. he looked strikingly similar to jake when he did so.

“who on earth could be buying that much bread-” you heard a familiar voice emerge from behind the counter. you were surprised to see jake wearing much more casual clothing than you’re used to seeing him in, holding a loaf of steaming bread.

he stopped upon seeing you, quickly pulling himself together. “my apologies… ma’am.” he nearly whispered before disappearing back into the kitchen. for the rest of the time he popped in and out the two of you did your best to ignore one another.

after nearly half an hour of waiting, your order was finished. as you loaded the loaves into the carriage with the help of jake and his brother, you felt the sudden urge to tell jake about your impending marriage.

unfortunately, you couldn’t find a way to without raising the suspicions of either agatha or his brother, so you thanked the both of them and went on your way. hopefully it would all be sorted out and he’d never have to know.

once alone with agatha, you handed the loaves to her. “please distribute these among the servant’s families, and keep one for your own. I’d like to make a quick stop before i return.” you shared. “of course, where to?” she asked.

“your home.” you answered casually. “miss l/n-”

“y/n.” you corrected. “y/n, is something the matter? i apologize if i’m speaking too freely but you have been behaving a bit oddly today.” agatha nervously shared.

“yes actually, there is a cause for great concern. i am to be wed tomorrow to a man i have no affection for meanwhile i am hopelessly in love with a stableboy.” you stated carelessly.

you yourself are unsure of why you decided to confide in agatha but you felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders once you did.

“I’m sorry to hear that. i hope for the best for you always, you know you’ve always been my favorite of your siblings.” she half-joked, lightening the mood.

you couldn’t help but laugh, and before you knew it, the two of you were joking with each other like old friends.

once you arrived at agatha’s house you handed her two shillings. “this is double your salary for the day. take off early, i insist. neither mother or father will hear a word of this, i swear.” you said, clasping her hand in your own.

her expression turned to one of immense gratitude and she rushed to hug you. before you could react, she pulled away, apologizing repeatedly.

you simply pulled her back in, embracing her even tighter. she bid you farewell as she stepped out of the carriage and you began to make your way back as the sun set.

arriving home, you were greeted with the sight of your parents standing behind the front gates, visibly furious.

“where were you all this time? it is nearly dark and you did not notify anyone of your departure. my goodness, and you set off alone!” your mother gasped.

“is this how a lady is to act before she is about to be married? you better correct yourself before jay catches onto this scandalous behavior.” father boomed.

you grumbled a “yes, father” before hurrying inside, back to your chambers. you were surprised to see arabella waiting anxiously on your bed.

“where were you?” she jumped up. “nowhere important.” you shrugged. “christ, i thought you had eloped!” your sister exclaimed. to be frank, you were beginning to consider it as an option.

“nonsense. i won’t be eloping just like i won’t be marrying jay.”

you saw her face drop at the mention of her lover. “sister,” you sat beside her, “i promise you we will fix this mess together.”

“but how?” arabella sighed. “i say we convince sunghoon and catherine to marry instead of jay and i.” you shared.

your sister raised an eyebrow at your proposal, “how on earth will we do that?”

“we have to tell them the truth about you and jay.” you declared. you could see a glimpse of fear in arabella’s eyes, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t a bit afraid yourself. “fine.” she agreed. you held her hand tightly as she confided in you the rest of the night.

the following morning, the park’s estate was bustling, the servants all gossiping about jay’s new match. jake was never one to listen to rumors going around but he was particularly interested in this one, wondering if arabella had finally gotten through to lord and lady park.

“i hear the bride is the youngest daughter, y/n.” one of the cooks shared excitedly. jake froze. “where did you hear that?” he suddenly asked. “from the tailor that was fitting her dress. apparently they’re going to have a small, intimate ceremony at the church today-”

before she could finish her sentence, jake sprinted to the stables and began saddling the nearest horse.

he didn’t know what he was going to do once he arrived at the church, or even what would happen to him afterwards, but he didn’t care. he refused to stand by as you married someone else.

while at the church, you fiddled with your veil anxiously. arabella assured you that she would speak with sunghoon and catherine without mentioning anything about jake.

it was nearly time for the ceremony to begin and you were starting to worry that something had gone wrong.

suddenly, the door to the room you were in burst open, revealing catherine and arabella. “quick! give me your veil and remove your dress!” catherine ordered.

while rapidly exchanging clothes with your sister, arabella filled you in, “the couple agreed to our plan upon hearing about mine and jay’s story. sunghoon made a rather dramatic declaration of love to catherine before jay could even stand at the alter and luckily, our parents decided that these two were more deserving to be wed.”

you let out a huge sigh of relief. you were able to evade marriage with jay, but how much longer could you keep this lie up?

arabella led you down to the area where the ceremony would be held and within a few minutes, catherine made her way to the alter.

the two shared last-minute vows and right as the officiant asked if there were any objections the door to the church flew open.

“stop! stop the ceremony!” a disheveled jake panted. everyone in the room’s jaws flew open except your own. you didn’t know whether to be flattered or embarrassed at his commitment to you in this very moment.

“what is the meaning of this, boy?” lord park boomed. “i’m in love with her, sir.” jake confessed, pointing at your veiled sister. you wanted to dig a hole in the ground and lay there.

jay coughed, nodding his head in your direction, prompting jake to make eye contact with you. as soon as he saw you, his mouth made an o-shape.

you couldn’t take it anymore, standing up dramatically and declaring “he meant me. he’s in love with me and I’m in love with him.”

just when you thought the situation couldn’t possibly worsen, your mother fainted.

at this point the church was a noisy, swarming mess. lady park and arabella attempted to calm your mother after she regained consciousness and became hysterical while your father had to be held back by his sons and lord park from attacking jake. catherine was sobbing in the corner and the officiant simply stared awestryck at the scene unfolding in front of him.

while everyone was distracted, you grabbed jake’s hand and ran out the church doors. the two of you mounted the horse he rode over and ran off in a random direction.

you looked back once to see everyone emerging from the church, frantically looking for you and jake.

“where are we going?” jake asked, clearly on edge. “keep going until we’re too far for them to catch us.” you ordered.

you ended up stopping nearby a small field. dismounting the horse, you noticed a large tear in his shirt. “how did that happen?” you asked, worried.

“your father ripped it open at the church.”

for some indescribable reason, that sentence alone made you both burst into laughter. perhaps it was the ridiculousness of the whole situation.

as jake laughed, you noticed how his nose slightly crinkled, how all his teeth showed, how his eyes closed and his head was thrown back childishly.

you realized just how much you had fallen for him, and how little you could care about your family’s blessings.

“i love you.” you blurted. you quickly placed your hands over your lips as if it would take back what you said. sure it had been implied before, but you had never said those three words to his face. to anyone’s face, really.

“i love you, too.” he whispered, now moving closer to you. the two of you shared a short kiss, breaking apart before leaning back in again.

this time the kiss was deeper, more passionate. his hands travelled to your lower back as yours cupped his jaw.

you felt yourself desperately moving more and more forward, still not feeling close enough to him. he pulled away first, leaving you gasping for air.

“what are we going to do?” he asked, out of breath. “we’re going to get married.” you responded firmly.

grabbing his hand, you hoisted yourself up on the horse once again, patting the seat behind you. “are you sure about this?” he asked, hesitant.

you nodded wordlessly as he seated himself beside you. you charged back in the direction you had just come from.

you, the girl who never cared for marriage, were now determined to fight for your right to marry the man of your dreams.

you made it back to the church within minutes, spotting your both enraged and confused family standing outside.

arabella saw you first, rushing over. “you should have left, y/n. father is going to murder the both of you.” she warned.

you ignored her, walking up to lord and lady park. before you could open your mouth, you felt a harsh grip on your arm, yanking you back, “not only have you sent your mother into a frenzy, you have bought immense shame upon our family with this illicit affair. i am disgusted to call you my daughter.” your father spat.

“don’t speak to her like that.” jake threatened, moving closer to your father.

“enough of this, lord l/n. i have an enormous headache from today. it is safe to say no arrangements will be made between our children. boys, let us leave at once.” lord park commanded.

neither jay nor sunghoon moved, prompting lord park to repeat himself. again, no reaction.

“oh for christ’s sake. i understand sunghoon being a bit hesitant but this girl is clearly not right for you jay-”

“i wish to marry arabella.” jay announced, “and i don’t care if she doesn’t meet your standards. i refuse to leave the church grounds until she is made my wife.”

“neither shall i until catherine and i are wed.” sunghoon chimed in.

“and neither will i until you give my hand to jake and only jake.” you challenged, looking your father in the eye.

“this is nonsense. what has gotten into you kids?” lady park objected. your mother fainted once again, but this time nobody seemed to pay her any mind.

the officiant peeked his head out from the door, “if you’d like, i can officiate the three weddings for the price of just two.”

you saw your father become visibly more upset at the mention of pricing and were reminded of the reason your parents were so adamant on getting you married in the first place.

“father, if arabella marries jay and catherine marries sunghoon, our income nearly doubles. we won’t have to worry about our finances any longer. what is stopping you then from allowing me to marry jake?” you plead, desperate.

“he is a servant. a stablehand, y/n. below a commoner. it was a grave error on your end to even look his way.” he scoffed.

“he’s no longer a servant of mine,” lord park added, rubbing his temples, “not after this mess.”

“then he is now a baker.” you quipped. “pardon me?” your father asked, irritated. “his family owns a bakery so therefore he is a baker. not a servant. i don’t see any reason as to why i cannot marry him now?”

“just let them bloody marry.” lady park cursed just as your mother came back to her senses, causing her to fall unconscious yet again.

“fine.” your father sighed, “but you will not be living on any of my estates.”

“i will give them one of mine.” jay interjected, patting jake on the shoulder.

after that, the ceremony continued. this time with three brides, two disgruntled father-in-laws, and a single annoyed lady (as the other is still passed out).

fast forward to a few months later, you and your parents have reconciled although your father is still weary of jake.

the two of you have settled into your new estate, courtesy of jay. jake is back to working at his family bakery, which has seen a large increase in profit. you also decided to appoint agatha as the head housekeeper in your new home.

jay and arabella are happily married, as are catherine and sunghoon. your family’s finances have improved greatly and you couldn’t be happier for your parents.

you reflected on how drastically your life has changed within the span of a year as you readied yourself for morning tea at arabella’s house.

you put on a simple purple dress and in the corner of your eye, saw the pearl set you wore the night you met jake. grabbing the earrings, you placed them carefully in your ears, reminiscing to yourself in the mirror.

suddenly your husband made his way into the bedroom, placing a firm kiss on your cheek before announcing his departure for work, a tradition the two of you now have.

wishing him luck, you shared one last embrace before you sent him off.

[octuscle]

I need some help! I spent most of my life in the UK, but I'm living in the States. I miss it. And I may have keyed in a few changes to make me feel at home. But, I dunno, I feel different, mate. What do you fink is happen'?

Mate, you've made a few adjustments to get back to living life as a chav like you did in Newcastle. But "Young", "Stupid", "Lazy" and "Constantly Horny" admittedly leads straight to a cheap haircut, tracksuit and fake Louis Vuitton hip bag at the bus stop in the UK. But you're in Los Angeles… The clocks tick differently there. You won't be a scally. You become more of a muscle bro. No interest in soccer, just football. No beer drinking and no chain smoking. American jocks are so boring. I'm glad you contacted me.

You're standing in front of the mirror. Flawless white teeth, buzzcut, toned and tanned muscles. Ey, not everything is bad. But that has nothing to do with homesickness. And the constant "bruh" and "dude" also annoys you… One of your gym bruhs calls and asks what's up. You ask "Mate, what dee ya say to a pint in the pub?" Your bruh asks if everything is okay with you. Alcohol? And at this time of day? He wanted to go to the gym and then to the beach. "Nah, mate! i was goin' to break for lunch na n' then i havta get 'ack to work here." Back to work? You're in college. And it's Spring Break…. Fuck, of course not. You're a carpenter. Interning at an interior design company here in the US. Fuck, the quality here really sucks. You should have tried to get an internship in Scandinavia. Or even better in Germany. There you can already drink beer for breakfast. And not some light stuff like here…

You have to burp. You made yourself a great English breakfast this morning in your dorm. None of that high-protein low-carb crap. Eggs, bacon, beans. Whatever a real man needs in the morning. Shit, beans always make you fart…

Your basketball shorts become work pants. Your tank top becomes a t-shirt. Your cool Apple Watch becomes a cheap almost real gold swank watch. On the other wrist you wear a matching bracelet. Your cell phone vibrates. "Mate, us're meetin' for a booze-up at the bus stop na. Are ya comin'?" You reply that the bloody pigs should fuck off, you're in fucking America and you still have work to do. You take a selfie and send it to your mates.

"mate, hav ya bin under the tannin' 'ed?" "you look like a 'each propa lad!" "come 'ack soon, ya're nit gettin' enough weed!"

You just answer with "I miss ya fuckers". It's time to go home. A chav like you just doesn't fit in California.

Ya alway find propa lads @toughukladz

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Friends Share**

Harry & Y/N have been practically perfect roommates for several years but the appearance of a hot new neighbor creates an unexpected shift in their relationship.

WC: 17K! Maybe open it on a browser instead of the app? Sorryyy.

WARNINGS: jealousy, MMF threes*me, an*l, unprotected s*x. There’s also a same sex smut scene (JIC someone doesn’t like reading that).

Y/N and Harry  have been roommates for a few years now. He's a struggling musician and she's a struggling actress, they met when they were sub-ing at the same school. Realizing they were in the same boat led to a friendship and after her longtime boyfriend ended things she had no idea where to go, concurrently, Harry's lease on his studio was up and well, they both decided to save some money and be roomies.

Things were great with Harry. They're both considerate, tidy, punctual with payments. They both like the same drinks and same kinds of foods, the same shows and decor style. In reality everything has been sort of a dream because it's been smooth sailing. They share practically everything and it is perfect to get along that well with your roommate.

Romantically, they both have their own lives and steer clear when the hookups come over. Sure, she and Harry have hooked up on occasion (she really understood that his hooks ups weren't just putting on a show after that first time), but neither of them ever felt the need to talk about it as more and they're both just fine with that. They are attracted to each other and all that, but things between them has never gotten to a degree where they feel concerned that their relationship is changing.

On this particular day, Harry came in from his run and was pulling out his earphones to see Y/N in the kitchen making breakfast.

"Hey, looks like we're getting a new neighbor in 319." he said and she smiled excitedly.

"Oh good, that little prick Nolan won't be ding-dong ditching us anymore." she beamed.

"I know, thank fuck." he chuckled and just then she went over to the fridge and bent into it to grab something and Harry bit his lip and felt the blood start flowing to his cock when her shirt rode up just enough to tease him with the sight of her bare ass and pussy under the oversized shirt, "Jesus, Y/N..." he groaned and looked down at the growing outline of his stiff cock in his running shorts.

"What?" she asked shooting up and turning around.

"You just flashed me your whole fucking pussy is what." he whined and she turned and rolled her eyes when she saw he was all hard.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." she giggled apologetically.

"Right. Well, I'm gonna go handle this." he hummed, "Make me an omelet too, please? Ex-"

"Extra bell peppers and mushrooms, I know." she smiled and he shot her a wink and headed off to shower. He came back in just some white, tight-ass briefs and she knew he was just trying to get back at her and they ate breakfast that way. 

The day was slipping away from them as they were just having a lazy Saturday in. Currently, Harry was laid between Y/N's legs as her fingers wove through his soft curls, they were both watching the Tinder Swindler and very harshly judging the women that had fallen victim to this man, because really, why would anyone with common sense give thousands of dollars to a man they met on Tinder? It was ridiculous.

"We should introduce ourselves to the new neighbor." she thought aloud.

"Today?"

"Yeah, in the evening once they are mostly settled in. We can bake something."

"That sounds like a bad idea. What if they have a gluten intolerance or they're vegan and you give them diarrhea?" he asked and she scoffed.

"You're ridiculous. It's just to be nice and I know where you're going with this. You're just trying to come up with an excuse for me to go to The Good Good but I can't show my face there, Harry. I won't."

"Oh my god, what if she doesn't even work there anymore?" He mumbled. Y/N had a hook-up gone wrong with a girl who worked there a few months ago and as much as she loved their baked goods, there was no way she could ever go back and risk seeing her. Harry needed Y/N to go because he drove a motorcycle and he couldn't possibly take the motorcycle and pick things up and well, Harry hated going in the car by himself because he would be stuck if there was traffic - hence him having a motorcycle. He needed her to go so that they could get in the carpool lane, "It wasn't even that bad, things slip around down there and you just accidentally put it in the wrong hole-"

"She was crying, Harry."

"When I went to check on her she said she was OK, just startled" he recalled, "Anyway, those blueberry poppy muffins are to die for. Please, think of the new neighbor. And think of the delicious blueberry crumble pie..." he hummed and she sighed dramatically.

"I'm not going inside." she said and he smiled but agreed he'd go in alone.

They got dressed and made the drive out to the vegan bakery and bought a few things for the new neighbor and for themselves. Y/N had been right, the girl, who he now knew was named Summer was in fact working there and she did in fact recognize Harry because upon seeing him her eyes went wide and her face beet red and that was the end of it. Harry did tell Y/N and once again, she was mortified just hearing the girl's reaction.

It was around 7:30 when they decided to walk the few doors down and meet the new neighbor. Neither of them were sure what to expect, their building and neighborhood was rather diverse. Harry knocked and then stepped back and after a few moments the door was opening up and Y/N and Harry practically swooned at the man before them. He was tall and handsome and they weren't really expecting that.

"Hi." He said with a timid smile as he looked from Y/N to Harry.

"Hi." Y/N said softly and paused again.

"We live in 315, just two doors down from you." Harry spoke up, "We brought you pastries to say welcome. They're gluten free and vegan, just in case!" Harry threw in, just as stunned as Y/N by this man.

"That's very sweet of you, thank you." he said with a friendly smile, but he had a slight accent as he spoke and even that was sexy, "I'm Santiago, but you can call me Santi too, either way." he said and they both nodded and he smirked, he was used to this kind of thing, "And your names are?" he chuckled.

"Right! I'm Y/N and this is Harry." she smiled.

"We're roommates." Harry added in quickly and Y/N almost rolled her eyes. He was so keen and far too obvious.

"Nice, have you lived here long?" he asked Y/N, subtly looking her over and Harry noticed and it made him a little bit jealous.

"Like three years?" Harry butted in to answer the question, returning Santi's attention back to him and then he went off about the vibe of the building and the neighborhood. As Harry went on and on Y/N noticed Santi discretely check Harry out and it she bit her lip, she understood Santi in this moment very well. They were both hot as fuck, but she saw him looking at her too and as much as she loved Harry, this one was hers.

They chatted a bit more and Santi shared that he was new to town in general so they talked about how they should hang out sometime after he was settled so he could meet more people if he wanted. He agreed and overall was very friendly and soon they were saying their goodbyes before started to head off.

"Ummm, are you forgetting something?" Santi asked with a chuckle and Y/N looked at him confused and he glanced down at the box in her hands.

"Oh my gosh, of course! Here you go, neighbor!" she chuckled nervously as his eyes met hers and handed over the box.

"Thank you, neighbor." Santi said with a wink and Y/N smiled. Harry rolled his eyes at the little exchange, "I'll be seeing you around." he assured her and Y/N nodded, which again made Harry roll his eyes.

"Good night!" she and Harry exclaimed as they walked off and soon heard the door shut. "OK... I was not expecting that." she said as they made the short walk to their apartment.

"I know, he was so fucking fit." Harry said and Y/N nodded, locking their door behind them.

"Can we agree that he was flirting a little with me?" she asked Harry, eyes narrowed, "Like just a little." she said as they walked into their kitchen.

"Ummm,  I think he was just being really nice because you could barely speak when you first saw him and he probably just felt a little bad for you. Thenthe whole thing with the box, I think he caught on that you were just playing dumb about it." Harry chuckled, still feeling a little jealous that Santi told Y/N that he'd be seeing her around. What did that mean?

"OK ouch! I was not playing dumb I genuinely forgot the box was in my hands! And I think the one so desperate throwing out any signals known to mankind was you with your little "we're roommates" thing. You literally could not have said that any faster, even I was shocked!" she cackled and Harry pouted, he had been so quick with that, hadn't he? His face had gone pink as he recalled and Y/N reached out to his cheek and rubbed gently, "Sorry H, didn't mean to embarrass you." she apologized. 

That's one thing Harry loved about Y/N, she was always the first to apologize when something went wrong or bring up an issue that was bugging her. Harry was very self-aware and he knew that at times he could be difficult and mean, like now, when out of jealousy he told Y/N that their hot neighbor felt sorry for her. He often times had to swallow down his pride and just say sorry. She had been so excited and he totally shit all over it. 

"It's alright. I'm sorry too, Santi was flirting with you." he said, "I was just being jealous." he mumbled and Y/N smiled softly.

"Well it's not like he didn't check you out either. Saw it with my own two eyes." she reassured him and Harry appeared excited now.

"Really?" he asked and she nodded, "Hmmm..."

"Yeah and really, if you're that interested in him you can go for it. Don't want to stir up trouble with us over some guy." she said with a shrug.

"But he flirted with you." Harry pointed out.

"Well, if he keeps flirting with me then we'll know he's not into guys and if it's OK with you, I will shoot my shot." she said, "Does that sound OK?" 

"Yeah, sounds good." Harry smiled.

Y/N was just really agreeable and thoughtful. Not that Harry couldn't be, but he was just a little bit selfish and this wouldn't be the first time that she'd given up something to make Harry happy. What helped her the most was that she wasn't really the jealous type or territorial over things, unlike him.

Harry remembers that after the first time they had hooked up he was coming home as she was heading out for a date and he got upset and jealous over it. Hooking up with Y/N was different because they were friends and roommates, he loved her to some extent and the potential of someone swooping in and taking his best friend/roommate/ someone he could potentially hook up with (regularly) away from him made him jealous and territorial. 

When Y/N came back in the morning he ensured that his hookup was still there and he did something he never did, he made her breakfast and Y/N walked in on them eating. The girl started freaking out because she thought that Y/N was Harry's girlfriend and he was sort of expecting her to go along with it, it was some theatrical thing they had done before when a hookup had overstayed their welcome. But instead she quickly assured her that they were just roommates  before slipping off to take a shower. Y/N emerged from her bedroom about an hour later, the girl long gone and Y/N looked surprised and he recalled her saying that she'd never seen him make breakfast for a girl so she figured that he really liked her and so she went off and took her time.  After that time and a few other experiments Harry discovered that she just wasn't the jealous type and she often, unselfishly put his needs over her own.

*********

It had been a few weeks since Santi moved in and as it turns out, he joined the same yoga class Harry went to a few times a week. They had gotten to know each other a little more and had gone out for coffees or smoothies after and unmistakably, Santi would flirt with Harry. He'd look him over for a little too long, he'd compliment him in ways that made Harry's tummy flutter and it was exciting. He did ask about Y/N every time though. Mentioned he had seen her in the parking garage once but she took off before he could say hello. He was sending mixed signals. Currently, Harry was walking back with Santi from the cafe just a block or two away from their building and then his apple watch was constantly lighting up with notifications from Y/N.

Y/N 🍑💛:

OH MY GOD, H!

OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!

YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT I JUST DISCOVERED!

WHY ARE YOU OUT BEFORE 8 IN THE MORNING?!?!

YOU NEED TO GET HERE! NOW!

"Is everything OK?" Santi asked Harry.

"Yeah, just Y/N's freaking out about something." he explained as he fished for his phone in his pocket.

"Is she alright?"

"I think so." Harry chuckled, "Just excited over something." he assured and Santi nodded, "Sorry, give me a sec." he said before starting to type out his response.

HARRY 🦚:

What is it?

I went to the 6:30 yoga session with Santi and then we grabbed coffee and we're walking back now.

Y/N 🍑💛:

Well, it's about Santi - something I discovered! Don't invite him in!

HARRY🦚:

Ummm, what? Should I run away?!?

Y/N 🍑💛:

No, it's nothing bad! Just... surprising. I just don't want to bring it up while you're with him because knowing how dramatic you can be...

JUST HURRY UP AND GET HERE!

Harry laughed and locked his phone.

"She's OK?"

"Yeah, just needs help with something. I told her we're almost there." he assured Santi who smiled.

"OK, that's good." he said, "I was ummm, wondering if you both wanted to stop by for breakfast in a little while" he asked Harry.

"Yeah, we'd love to." Harry smiled as they rounded the corner to their street.

"Perfect." Santi smiled and they stayed quiet for a few moments, "So, you and Y/N really are not a couple?" he asked Harry. They hadn't ever really talked about their dynamic before and he felt that maybe Santi was going to ask him about asking her out and he started getting jealous over her, the familiar feeling prickling his stomach uncomfortably.

"No, we're not in a relationship." he explained, "We are a couple though, or at least we come in one." Harry chuckled, "We do everything together." he said though, a lilt to his voice to insinuate that there might be more going on underneath.

"I see." Santi hummed, "You don't like her enough to be with her?" he asked and Harry shook his head.

"No, it's not that I don't like her like that. Y/N is wonderful & beautiful but-" Harry chuckled and then Santi spoke up again, interrupting him. 

"So you like girls?" he asked and then Harry turned to him and bit his lip nervously.

"Ummm, yes. Girl, boys, everyone in between..." he said with a nervous smile and Santi nodded.

"Oh OK." he said with a smile, "Me too. Well, girls and boys.” he finished and Harry smiled.

"Well that's good to know." he said and Santi chuckled then Harry's eyes went wide, "Good to know because it's important to be aware of another person's-"

"Chill out, Harry." Santi chuckled, "It's good to know about you too." he said and Harry smiled timidly. “And Y/N?” He asked, once again, bringing her up. 

“She likes boys and girls, just like you.” He said and Santi smiled. 

“That’s good to know.” He said and once again, Harry felt jealous, but he also knew Y/N wouldn’t go for Santi if it really bugged him, “I’m from a smaller town in Mexico and there weren’t many people like me. So it’s good to have friends who understand and see the world like me.” He explained and Harry decided to stop being a selfish little prick for now and hear Santi out as they made their way up to their apartments. Once they reached their floor Harry promised they'd be over around 9:30 and they each headed to their respective homes. 

"Y/N, I'm back!" Harry called out and in seconds she was rushing out.

"I stumbled upon something..." she said and brought her phone up to Harry's face, "Santi, is a camboy!!!!" she whisper shouted. 

"I feel like we shouldn't dig into this." Harry said and Y/N sighed.

"I know. I wasn't digging around, I was just looking him up on Instagram to add him and the second account has Santi in the username, so that's the one I clicked." she explained, "And then i saw...well, that." she bit her lip and Harry was just looking at the top row of the grid, "You can scroll." she said and he looked to her nervously, "Actually you should scroll." she said and he used his thumb to look through the pictures, his lip bitten between his teeth. This man was on another level of hot. And as he scrolled yet again there was a picture of him grabbing another man by the throat and Y/N glanced to Harry, his pupils blown wide now.

"Holy shit." he said.

"I KNOW!" she whispered, "That one got to me too." she said and he chuckled.

"Yeah." he sighed, "Well we need to not look at that ever again." he said, "Unless he talks to us about it." he said, "Also, he's invited us over for breakfast at 9:30."

"Oh god..." she whined and he grinned,

"That's what you get for snooping, love." he teased.

"I wasn't snooping! I just wanted to add him on Instagram." she huffed again, "Well, we've got a while before we have to be there so I'm gonna take a nap." she informed and turned to head to her room and he caught her hand, "What?" she asked.

"Wanna have a shower with me before we head over?" he asked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"Mmmm...." she pondered aloud.

"C'mon, please? I told him 9:30 for a reason." he said, "I'll make it worth your while." he promised and she agreed and just a minute later they were under the warm stream of water washing up and stealing kisses in between.

Harry was hard and his length kept prodding at her hip so she just took him into her hand, glancing up at him as she stroked slowly. His lips were parted and breathing shallow as her thumb rubbed into the slit at the head of his cock.

"Oh shit..." he hummed and then dipped down to kiss her fervently as she continued stroking at him, "Suck my cock, love. Please, just get your mouth on me." he whispered against her mouth and she moaned and nodded. She placed a kiss over his sternum before getting on her knees and taking him in her mouth right away. 

Harry sighed in relief as her tongue rubbed into his slit, her tongue relished in the slightly salty taste of his arousal and his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling hard making her moan. The vibrations of her sounds were tickling down his stiff cock, to his balls, and somehow up to his stomach, making his abs tense as his head fell back against the shower wall. She was so fucking good with her mouth, it always got him close so fast. She had asked the first time around what felt good for him and where and now she always pulled out all of the stops. With every suck and stroke of her tongue Y/N ensured that his stomach was tingling and that he was getting closer and closer to his orgasm. Her finger nails bit into the backs of his muscular thighs as she sucked harder. He chanced looking down at her and she blinked her eyes open, somehow feeling him looking at her and he groaned again, her smile barely peeking through, but he smiled in pleasure as she took more of him.

"That's fucking good." he hummed in delight. He was getting so close, his tummy swirling with that familiar warmth that overwhelmed him when he was about to come. As it started to spread he realized that he didn't want to come in her mouth, he wanted to come inside of her. They'd done it once before, but she was being so nice and good for him that he wanted to fill her up. He tugged at her hair, "Want to be inside of you." he panted, "Need to feel you when I come." he mumbled and she pulled off immediately and reached to shut off the water and they hurried out of the shower and he picked her up and set her on the counter as he lined himself up with her opening.

He looked into her eyes and she nodded, which granted him the permission to thrust inside of her in one fluid motion. He watched with parted lips as her eyes fluttered closed and a pretty and breathy sigh flowed from her lips as he bottomed out. Harry glanced down between them to see his length fully sheathed inside of her and he grinned.

"Fuck, y'somehow always take it all in that tight, little pussy." she moaned at his words as they caused goosebumps to pimple at her skin. He ground into her, stimulating his sensitive and leaking tip right against her g-spot. He watched her face contorting in pleasure and it made him so happy to feel her clinging to him desperately as he brought her all the pleasure he could. 

He could feel her hot, tight walls pulsing around him with need, her body’s attempt of milking the cum out of his balls and putting it where it belonged, deep inside of her. He groaned as he started thrusting hard and steady and brought his fingers down to her clit and rubbed in time with his thrust until she was trembling.

"Oh my god!" she gasped as she started getting closer to her climax, "Harry!" she whimpered and he smiled as he pressed his forehead into hers.

"You're so close, love. Come for me so I can fill you up." he panted and she swallowed thickly and nodded, her eyes not leaving his as she got even closer until she just couldn't afford to keep them open anymore. Her entire body seemed to be tingling as that delicious pressure deep inside of her reached its limit and burst. Harry smiled against her lips as she just tensed up, "That's it, come for me, Y/N." He panted and she moaned out as the tidal wave of pleasure swallowed her whole. 

Y/N felt her heart pounding and her walls fluttering around Harry's cock -he always did fill her up so perfectly that it made her see stars when she came. Like now - he hadn't stopped fucking into her as he chased his own high and all she could do was hold on tight until he was panting hard against her mouth and squeezing her hips tight as she hissed from how hard he had pressed himself deep inside of her as he started to come, filling her up as he promised and pulling out gently, still smiling against her lips before he glanced down between them, already seeing his cum pooling at her entrance. He hadn't gotten himself off in several days, so it was more than usual.

"Shit, it was a lot. Hold on." he said settling her over the counter better before heading off to the toilet paper and taking a little wad of it and hurrying over to dab a bit at her opening, cleaning out what was dribbling from her swollen and pounded to heaven entrance. After a minute or so he had effectively cleaned her up and he smiled up at her, "Sorry, I made quite a mess." he hummed.

"Yeah, now get me down." she said and he helped her off the counter and held her for a moment.

"Good?" he asked her and she nodded and steered around him for a towel and as she headed off to get changed he quickly smacked her ass causing her to wince and scoff at him as he giggled.

At 9:30 sharp they were being let into Santi's apartment and he had made a delightful and delicious smelling soy-rizo scramble (which was thoughtful of him after Harry had explained that he was a vegetarian some time ago). There was coffee and he swore that the tortillas were purchased, but handmade from a restaurant he frequented. And sure enough, everything was delicious! Despite that Harry couldn't help but feel a little smug as Santi chatted up Y/N because he'd just fucked her not even an hour prior. And Y/N was just being friendly as she answered his questions. Harry knew her well and had spent plenty of time with her and he could see how she'd suppressed that charming and suave je ne sais quoi that she oozed so naturally and was just so her. Maybe to Santi it came off as naiveté, but Harry knew that she was just doing this for him, so when the opportunity arose she shifted the attention back to Harry, like any good wing-person, currently the topic of discussion was languages and Y/N had said that Harry spoke some Italian.

"Really?" Santi asked with a bright and surprised smile.

"Si." Harry chuckled and Santi chuckled, "But very basic, like enough to get around town." he explained.

"Me too, I studied a year abroad in Rome. But Italian is very smiliar to Spanish, so it wasn't too difficult for me to learn." he explained and soon they got to talking about Italy. Y/N had never been to Europe so she butted out of his one and just let them go off and tell their stories. "My goal was to become a designer and move back there. Living in Italy was the best time of my life." he stated with a fond smile. And then he asked them, "What do you do for work?" and well, apart from responding, Harry and Y/N knew that the logical next step to this was asking Santi what he did for work.

"We're substitute teachers and also do private tutoring, like help with school work." Harry said.

"Oh, what do you teach?"

"I teach and tutor English and Literature, but I also nanny at times for kids and pets." Y/N said.

"I teach sciences or history." Harry then jumped in, "And well, my goal is to be a singer though." at that, Santi's eyes lit up, "I participate in choirs and have been able to record soundtracks for films and TV with the ensemble. And then I just do open mic nights and things like that from time to time for some exposure and extra cash." he shrugged.

"Wow, that's impressive. I'd love to go see you perform sometime!" Santi said excitedly and Harry blushed and agreed that sometime he could join him and Y/N for that, "And you, Y/N? Any creative ventures for you?"

"Yeah, I act as well. I would hope to one day do something big and meaningful, maybe a play or musical or something. I don't want to be a movie star or anything too crazy, but at least be a little bit on the radar." she shrugged.

"Really? I act as well! Theatre is my biggest passion." he disclosed, "I came here trying to land some roles in some productions, we'll see how it goes." He explained.

"Oh, that's cool! Maybe we can see each other at some auditions sometime." Y/N said with a bright smile and Santi nodded.

"Yeah, ummm... can I tell you guys something?" he asked and they both nodded, acting as cool as possible, "I started camming a few months back." he confessed, “Well actually almost a year ago now that I think about it.”

"Oh really?" Harry said and Santi nodded.

"It makes me pretty good money." he said, "I'm not telling you so that you go and watch my things!" he added quickly, "But just so that you know. I have an instagram page so you may run into that." he explained and they both nodded, "I hope that doesn't make you feel strange around me or change things with us." he said and they both smiled and shook their heads.

"Not at all, Santi! You're doing this on your terms and not getting scammed by the porn industry. One time I was so desperate that I sold a guy feet pics to see Fleetwood Mac at the Forum in the pit." Y/N said.

"She got scammed, the man had no tickets and she ruined the opportunity for both of us." Harry butted in and they all laughed at Y/N's story, "But yeah, we're all just trying to make it out here! And as long as you feel comfortable doing that then do it!" Harry encouraged him and Santi smiled.

"Good. Glad to get that off my chest." he said.

"Is that why you got a two bedroom? One room is for the cam stuff?" Y/N asked and Santi nodded, there was a beat of silence before he spoke up.

"Ummm, do you guys want to see it?" he asked and Y/N looked to Harry and then they booth looked to Santi.

"Only if you want to show us." Harry spoke up and Santi nodded and stood and they followed suit. Y/N walked behind Santi and Harry followed behind her, a reassuring hand on her hip as Santi opened up the door, flicked on the light and stepped aside to let them in. 

Harry squeezed Y/N's hip as he caught a glimpse of the swing on one corner of the room. Santi didn't miss the way Harry was holding on to her as he looked around. There was also a bed in there, maybe full sized, but there were restraints on the posts. The closet was open and there were drawers and chests in there, probably filled with accessories and toys. Y/N looked around with a bitten lip, she wasn't sure what to say, this was so much to take in.

Santi looked over both Y/N and Harry. They were both extremely attractive, he loved that Y/N was a little nervous around him and at first he thought it was an act, but she was just that affected by him. It made him curious about her persona in bed; she seemed the type to give in and be pliant to a more dominant partner. Harry looked like a statue he'd seen in Italy, he was carved to perfection. Especially seeing him in yoga made him more attracted to him. He was confident and friendly and so clearly a protector, as he held Y/N to reassure her. He wanted a taste of each of them and he wasn't sure if he should pursue it or not. He also wondered if they had ever slept together, they were awfully close. But if they had slept together they probably would've been more jealous or attached to each other. Santi wanted to tread lightly because he didn't want to come between such an obviously functional arrangement.

"This is crazy and impressive..." Y/N finally said and Santi chuckled. She leaned in closer to Harry when he squeezed her hip again.

"It took some time to collect everything, but ummm, yeah this is my...workspace." he said timidly. They headed back to his living room and Y/N had tons of questions about how he went about this. Did he do private things, how often did he collaborate with others. It made Harry a bit nervous that she seemed to interested in this. 

Eventually they changed the topic and chatted about more normal things and after about another hour Y/N and Harry were getting ready to go and he was walking them over to the door.

"Thanks for having us, everything was great." Harry said as he hugged Sant goodbye.

"Thank you for coming." he assured and then went to hug Y/N.

"Next time you come to ours, OK?" Y/N smiled as she hugged him and he chuckled.

"I'd love that." he assured and they started walking away, "Ummm, Y/N!" He called after her and she looked to Harry who just signaled with his head for her to go back over and he just waved before heading into their apartment.

"Yeah?" she asked with a friendly smile.

"As you probably know, Harry and I have been spending a lot of time getting to know each other from yoga and the coffee shop and I haven't really had the chance of getting to know you like that. It seems like you avoid me sometimes, have I done something to put you off or?" he asked.

"Oh no, not at all! Harry's definitely the more social one of us two is what it is." she fibbed and he chuckled.

"Well, I was wondering, if you're not busy tomorrow, if you wanted to go have dinner. Just us." he said and Y/N frowned a bit.

"Oh, I do have plans tomorrow. How about I let you know when I'm next available?" she asked and he smiled.

"Yes, that sounds perfect." he assured and she smiled, "Let me give you my number." he said and she handed over her phone, "I mean, you could also ask Harry for it, but now you have it from me." he said as he typed it in and then handed back the phone.

"I will let you know, OK?" She smiled and he nodded.

"Ummm, I'm sure you hear this a lot, but you're very beautiful and sweet and I'm just curious about you." he explained, "But I mean, I also like Harry, he's very attractive and kind and friendly, he's been such a great friend. I just hope that you both see that I am not trying to complicate your dynamic, I just want to get to know each of you better."

"I understand, thank you for explaining that. Between us, Harry is a little jealous over his friends and even his romantic partners, so I also don't want to make him feel like I'm trying to come between the friendship and routine you have together. I realize it's platonic, but I just don't want him to think that he's competing for something." she explained.

"Oh OK, thank you for explaining that too. I would hate to do something to offend and upset him. He is very special to me as well." Santi assured and Y/N smiled.

"Lovely, well glad we're on the same page with that. Thank you again for breakfast and everything else." she grinned and he chuckled.

"Yeah, of course. Have a good day."

"You too, Santi. Thanks again!" she said and headed back to her apartment. As soon as she closed the door she knew Harry would be moping around in his room, so she headed there directly and sure enough, there he was, jaw clenched as he scrolled through his phone.

"Hey." she spoke gently and he spared her a glance before looking back to his phone and she smiled. "I'm gonna lay next to you, OK?" she warned and he said nothing. "Are you gonna hear me out or just assume I broke my promise so that I could have a chance at getting demolished on that sex swing?" she asked and that made him turn to her and scoff and she giggled.

"What did he want?"

"He just thought I was mad at him because I kind of avoid him and he wanted to know if I would be interested in having dinner with him tomorrow - just as friends though. I told him I have plans tomorrow and can't but that I'd let him know."

"Well if you say no he'll think that you are mad at him or something." Harry said and she hummed in agreement. Harry wasn't jealous of Y/N, he was jealous over her now. Why was Santi so interested in getting to know her? Was he going to take her from him?

"Yeah, but what we have going matters more to me. We're the ones that live together." she reminded.

"I don't want to be like this. Like it shouldn't matter that you are friends with him, I'm just being ridiculous." he said and she smiled.

"Just a little bit." she agreed and he smiled down at his hands.

"I mean, I do trust you. And I saw how elusive you were being over breakfast, disarming his flirtations." Harry said and she smiled.

"Yeah, of course. I promised I would!" she said and Harry smiled.

"You're literally the best person I know." He said and she rolled her eyes, "Seriously though. And I think I need to be more like you and step 1 of that is telling you that you should hang out with Santi one-on-one."

"You sure?" she asked and he nodded, "OK, but I'll make it like Wednesday or Thursday, it's not even remotely confused as a date if it's on a weekday." she said to Harry.

"I don't think the day matters, but thanks for the effort." he said and she giggled before cuddling into his side.

"H, for the millionth time, you don't need to get jealous for anything. You're the whole fucking package and completely irreplaceable. I know that and I'm sure Santi does too." she said and he sighed.

"It's not that I'm insecure. It's more the concern that I'll lose you or him to each other. You're my best friend. You mean everything to me and you've gotten to know me so well. You're too kind and patient with me, love. I wouldn't get that anywhere else, people would get fed up with me and drop me after witnessing all my antics." he said and she giggled.

"You are quite the handful, but I don't mind it one bit. You mean everything to me too." she assured and he then placed a kiss on her head and hugged her close.

“Should we watch What We Do in the Shadows or Ted Lasso?” He asked lowly.

“I already told you that we’ll only re-watch Ted Lasso when you grow a mustache again.” and he chuckled.

“You really liked it that much, huh?”

“Yeah, I did. Mustache you was another breed of you. You were a lot more cocky too, it was hot.” She mused and he pulled away from her to look at her better.

“So I’m not hot without the mustache?” He asked in slight offense.

“You certainly are! But it was different. It’s like I was living with someone else for a time! It was exciting! Also to be fair we were shut in, so maybe I’m remembering it a lot more fondly than it actually was.” She hummed, squinting her eyes as if that would help her memory.

“No, I think your recollection of it is about right. You were enjoying yourself far too much.” He teased and she giggled. Yeah, he had been going down on her a lot during that time. It was amazing.

Eventually they settled on a completely different show and just lazed around until Harry had to go to a client’s tutoring session. Y/N was looking at her nannying apps to see if anyone was looking for some help and she saw that someone urgently needed dog sitting for the next night in Brentwood - that’s where a lot of famous people lived so she knew the compensation would be good if she built a loyal customer out of them. So she responded to their posting and now had an alibi for declining Santi's dinner invitation but then proposed the day after - a Wednesday and he promptly agreed.

********

Y/N did feel a bit nervous about going to dinner with Santi. Sure, he said he had no ulterior motives apart from getting to know her better, but she didn't know him all that well and for all she knew he could be lying to her. There really was only one way to find out. Harry was working tonight, one of his client's parents was throwing a little "study party" for their son's math midterm and Harry was getting paid a pretty penny to help and review Algebra concepts with seven 9th graders, so he wasn't around for moral support, but she did let him know when she headed out.

Naturally, Santi & Y/N carpooled to dinner. He had taken her to a nice little Mexican place called La Cha Cha Cha, a lovely little rooftop restaurant in the L.A. Arts District. They did have a lovely time and even had a couple of drinks as they chatted. Time really escaped them and it was already nearing 8pm when they ended up ordering a dessert to share because they were too full to order individual ones and they both wanted the same thing, so as the server came by and placed the plate between them Y/N spoke up.

"Excuse me, can I place an order to go, please?"

"Yeah, of course!" the young man said and she soon ordered the  mushroom tacos and a side of guacamole for Harry (it had to be for him, it was the only vegetarian dish on the menu) and the young man promised to have it ready in about 15 minutes for her and she thanked him. 

The entire time this unfolded before him, Santi just took it in. She hadn't even asked Harry if he wanted anything, if he recalls correctly - she had never pulled out her phone and he knew that Harry had been gone since about 4:30 that afternoon, she had told him in the car and well, their dinner location was a surprise. She at least had to have feelings for him as more than a friend.

"You're very considerate, you know?" he said and she looked confused, "Ordering dinner for Harry." he said.

"How do you know it's not for me? You know, in case I get hungry later?" she asked and he just gave her a disbelieving look and she giggled.

"Harry told me that there's nothing going on between you. That's you're just friends." he said factually and tried to read her face. Wanted to see if she looked sad or offended or confused, but her expression was unwavering, "You're really not in a relationship?" he asked and she giggled.

"No, we're really not!" she assured, "Is it really so hard to believe that?" she asked and he shrugged.

"Sometimes." he smiled.

"Sometimes? What gives that vibe?" she asked.

"You're very close. And I mean when you were over for breakfast and I showed you both my...room..." he said, "He was holding you, like he wanted to make sure you were OK. And well, he talks about you a lot and he thinks you're beautiful." he said and Y/N smiled.

"He fucking better." she said and Santi smiled, "I mean, I think he's beautiful too. And well, we've been friends a long time and roommates for many years, we just get along really well and we take care of each other. We think about each other and how to keep each other happy because we live together and it's important to do that. To keep each other happy." she explained with a smile.

"Well, that is true." he chuckled. Harry's food was soon dropped off and the drive back was filled with chatter. 

Santi and Y/N had a lot in common and he was easy and fun to talk to. They had a lot of chemistry and he found it exciting that she wasn't actually all that shy or nervous. It seemed that at first she had been holding back. When they finally got into the parking garage at their building he let her out of the car and as she hopped down and they made some small talk as they rode up to their floor. Then, they hugged goodbye and she made her way inside seeing the TV in the living room on and she saw Harry immediately shoot up from the couch and she gasped.

"Jesus." she exclaimed as she slipped her shoes off and headed over to the living room. 

"Took you fucking long enough." he mumbled as she set the food bag she'd brought for him over.

"I brought you some tacos." she said and he reached for the food bag and started unpacking it.

"Thanks. What took so long?" he asked.

"We just had a lot to talk about.” she said looking down at him.

“So he likes you... he's always asking about you." he mumbled and she sighed. “I mean, if he likes you and you like him then maybe you should just...go out or something." he mumbled as he unpacked his food.

“Oh c’mon H, don’t be like that. If you like him just make you move! The worst thing that can happen is he says he’s not into you. But I think he is.” She said with a smile.

“Fine…” he said before he started to eat.

******

It had been a day like any other, except today Harry and Santi had forgone yoga for a swim at the gym Harry attended. They had plans to all have breakfast together at Harry and Y/N’s place, so once they finished up their swim and had a quick shower at they gym they headed back to their complex. When they arrived, Harry was expecting Y/N to be in and have started on breakfast but she was gone and there was a note on their little whiteboard fridge that she had been called to substitute last minute. She had left out all the ingredients for the pancakes though, which was sweet of her.

“Well, looks like it’s just going to be us. Y/N got called in to teach.” He said to Santi.

“Aw, well there will be a next time.” He said, “Is there anything I can help you with?” He asked.

“Yeah, can you cut up the fruit she left in the strainer please? I can get started on the pancakes.” Harry said and soon they were both working in the kitchen as they talked and laughed a bit. Harry was feeling a little bit nervous because he wanted to make his move on Santi. He was super attracted to him and he had enjoyed getting to know him so far, he hadn’t gone as far as thinking about dating or a relationship, but he was definitely interested in hooking up with him. As they talked and ate they had exchanged some pretty intense eye contact and the tension was nearly palpable. And now Santi was leaving and Harry had not mustered the courage to make any move.

Santi had been waiting for Harry to do something, he seemed to be burning up inside. Maybe he had the dynamics all wrong, it appeared that she shy one was Harry. He seemed to be a lot more relaxed with Y/N around and now that he thought of it, usually she was the one encouraging him to speak his mind and spinning the conversation back towards him. So maybe he should be the one to just bite the bullet. Harry was walking him over to the front door, chuckling as he told him a story about how he and Y/N’s dramatic conversation ended up in an Overheard: LA post. Santi chuckled along as Harry showed him the post and then he put away his phone as their laughter died down.

“Well, thank you for having me over. I always have a good time with you.” Santi said and Harry’s cheeks went pink at the compliment.

“Me too.” Harry assured with a smile as his eyes locked on Santi’s before they flickered down to his lips for just a moment. It was adorable, how nervous Harry was and so Santi grabbed his chin and leaned in, it didn’t even take Harry a second to close the gap as their lips met in a soft and sweet kiss before they pulled back and Harry was feeling over the moon, a big giddy smile adorned his handsome face and Santi chuckled into the little space between them.

“Sorry, but you were taking too long to just do it.” He said softly and Harry chuckled nervously.

“I know, I just get a little nervous to make a move.” He confessed and Santi smiled.

“Well, it’s good to know that.” Santi said and Harry hummed, letting his nose skim along Santi’s, silently asking for more, which made him smirk as he leaned in just a little more and before Harry could fully close the gap he reared back and Harry huffed, his pretty green eyes looking into Santi’s big, light brown eyes.

“Please?” Harry asked softly and this seemed to light Santi’s fire because next thing they were falling back into Harry and Y/N’s apartment, their weight against the front door caused it to shut loudly and they didn’t even bother with locking it as Harry pulled Santi along to his room. Harry tore off his shirt and then Santi’s before they stumbled onto the bed, hips grinding against each others as their lips met with urgency. 

Harry’s entire body tingled in anticipation as Santi’s lips traveled down his jaw as his hand smoothed down his abs and finally, his fingers lingered and teased at the ruched band of his shorts. His chest was rising and falling markedly as he felt his fingertips slightly dipping under the material. He felt like he was being tortured as they kissed and his teasing actions were making him lose his cool. He slightly bucked his hips up and he felt Santi’s lips quirk up in a grin against his own mouth.

“So needy.” He whispered and Harry pouted a bit, “That’s alright though, I can take good care of you.” Santi mumbled before fully reaching into Harry’s shorts and he was in direct contact with his leaking tip and he chuckled, “No underwear? You’re kind of a whore, aren’t you?” And Harry just nodded as his eyes stayed glued on Santi’s as he wrapped his fist around his cock, nice and tight, and he gently tugged making Harry’s legs fall wider and moan breathily at the just-right, tight grip encasing his erection. He had been waiting for this for so long and it was feeling just as amazing as he’d imagined. Santi did a little bit of a twisting motion with his wrist and he watched as Harry’s mouth fell open with a moan.

“Oh fuck…” he panted out and Santi grinned, feeling a little envious of the pleasure he was giving.

“Do you mind if I join you?” He asked and Harry quickly shook his head and in moments his own shorts were tugged down below his bum and Harry groaned at the sight of his own hard and leaky cock, he wanted to get it in his mouth, he immediately reached for it and Santi shook his head, “I’ll do it.” He said and Harry looked at him with some confusion and then Santi straddled Harry’s lap, his cock skimmed against Harry’s now that he was directly over him and Harry watched with lidded as Santi reached forward with his big hand and wrapped both his cock and Harry’s in it, stroking them together at the same time, their sensitive tips were rubbing together and they both let out deep moans at the friction. Harry couldn’t help it as his hips bucked up into Santi’s grip, “Do you have lube?” He panted and Harry nodded and Santi allowed him to roll over towards his bedside table and he pulled out a little bottle and tossed it to Santi who quickly squirted some into his hand and lathered it over his cock as Harry settled back into position and then he reached for Harry again, he was so responsive and sensitive, he grinned as he stroked at him faster, the precum slowly dribbled out of his tip and Harry’s chest was splotched all pink as he arched his back up towards him. Harry’s tummy started fluttering as the strokes at his length built his pleasure higher and higher.

“Oh shit!” He whispered and Santi grinned down at him, “Fuck I’m gonna come!” Harry warned, thrusting up into his fist, but as soon as he said the words Santi’s pace started slowing down and Harry huffed.

“Not yet.” He panted and then encased their now lubed up penises together in his fist again. He started stroking again and Santi thrust into his fist with a groan, “Fuck, you’re quite big.” He said and Harry moaned at that, “Feels good, right? Having my big dick rubbing against yours?” He panted and Harry nodded frantically, his chest heaving, “Fuck, I’m gonna come all over you.” He groaned and Harry moaned again, his head rolled to the side and looked at the empty side of the bed, for some reason he expected to see Y/N there and he bit his lip as his eyes shut tight. God, she would love this, if she could just be here and sit on his face things would be that much more perfect. Santi’s movements started to get more intense and Harry’s body tensed up in response, his fingers dug into Santi’s thighs as his high approached, making his breath catch in his throat as he moaned out.

“Fuck me…” he groaned and Santi chucked breathily.

“Are you going to come?” He asked and Harry’s brows creased as he watched their cocks rubbing together, both of them thrusting into Santi’s hand, “Hmmm?” He asked and Harry nodded, “Good, come on then.” He encouraged lowly and Harry didn’t need to be told again, he felt his balls tighten up and start to pulse as the first spurt of his cum shot out against the butterfly inked into his stomach and he let out a drawn out moan, starting to get overstimulated as Santi kept jerking them off simultaneously, “Oh my god!” He groaned and immediately his own orgasm washed over him, and as he had said before, his come dripped all over Harry, mixing with his own on his stomach. His strokes slowly down gradually until they were both panting as he removed his hand and chuckled lightly.

“Fuck…” Harry sighed with a dopey grin.

“Was that enough for now?” He asked him and Harry nodded, “Good.” Santi hummed and Harry pressed himself up on his elbows as their lips met in a slow kiss. Santi got his shorts on and went to the bathroom to grab a wipe to clean Harry off and soon they were just staring at the ceiling. Harry had a question that he had been meaning to ask Santi and so he just decided to ask it.

“Hey, so I had a question for you.”

“Yeah, what is it?” Santi asked as he turned to Harry and he sighed.

“Well, you always bring up Y/N when we talk and hang out. Are you also interested in her?” He asked and Santi smiled.

“I mean yeah, she’s really beautiful too.” He said to Harry and he nodded.

“Yeah, she’s great.” He agreed with a smile.

“I wouldn’t hook up with her though, especially if it’s going to complicate things with you guys. I think you guys have something really good going for you and I wouldn’t want to cause trouble there.” He said and Harry bit his lip for a moment.

“But you’re interested in hooking up with her.” He said and Santi chuckled.

“Well…I mean, yes. I’m attracted to her.” He said.

“I don’t know if Y/N has told you, but we have hooked up, so it’s not like we don’t understand that we can see other people.” Harry said.

“This is a little different though, just because she can share it doesn’t mean you can. She’s told me you’re quite jealous.” Santi chuckled and Harry sighed and shrugged.

“It is my cross to bear.” He confirmed with a chuckle, “But we’re not together and if you’re into her…I mean.” He said and Santi chuckled.

“Maybe, who knows. I mean, I also want to be honest with you, I’m not looking for a relationship right now. Also, I’m polyamorous so, lots of people don’t really like that, you strike me as one of them.” He teased and Harry chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s certainly not for me, but ummm, I’m also not looking for anything serious.” He assured him, “I’m just a little possessive, maybe selfish is a better word for it.” He admitted and Santi hummed in understanding.

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes in your sex life you crave what you don’t get in all of the other areas of your life. So maybe you feel like you’re always taking care of others and giving a lot of yourself so in this area of your life you want to be the center of attention?” He suggested and Harry hummed.

“Yeah actually, that’s quite accurate.” He expressed.

“I mean, for example with Y/N. From what I see she takes care of you, but you also take care of her, so how does that translate to your more intimate moments?” He asked and Harry cleared his throat.

“It varies to be quite honest, I think she likes to hook up when she’s too lazy to put in effort elsewhere. Or like if I’m craving something a little more meaningful and intimate then I tend to go to her because I trust her and I know she cares about me.” He explained.

“So you think she just fucks you out of convenience?” Santi chuckled and Harry shrugged.

“I mean, it feels that way to me at least.” He expressed and that’s when Santi knew that Harry liked Y/N more than he probably even realized, “But I get it, she’s quite selective and if you ever experience anything with her you’d understand why. She has a few reliable options that she rotates between.” He said and Santi hummed in understanding. 

“I see. Well again, if it bugs you I won’t try anything with her, OK?” He assured and Harry shook his head.

“It’s cool, Santi, it really doesn’t bother me, especially now that we’ve talked about it. My biggest concern would be losing everything we have, the sex is whatever. She’s the whole fucking package so I’m already mentally prepared to just not have access to her at all one day.” He chuckled and Santi shook his head as he laughed.

“You’re such a pessimist.”

“Hey, just preparing for the worst.” He said and Santi laughed.

“Losing Y/N would be the worst scenario for you?”

“Oh for sure.” Harry answered easily and again, Santi grinned to himself but didn’t say anything else as Harry went to turn on the TV. It seemed that he had buried his feelings for her so deep that he hadn’t even realized what he had just said.

************

Y/N had called Harry when she had wrapped up for the day to see if he had made dinner, but he said no and then told her that Santi was over. So she picked up some sushi for dinner, per Harry’s request and as soon as she arrived they rushed out to eat. They hung out for a bit longer before Y/N said her goodbyes and went to shower. It had been a long day and she had been informed at the end of the school day that she would be needed for a whole week, so she needed her rest, dealing with kids all day was rather exhausting. When she headed out of the bathroom in her bathrobe and a towel turban on her head Harry chuckled and she rolled her eyes, she went for her drawers to grab afresh pajama set, if there was one thing about Y/N it was her need for a matching pajama set, it just made her feel better as she settled into her sheets at night.

“I really like the the pink one you’ve got.” He said to her as she picked up a blue set and then smiled when she put it down and exchanged it for the one he was talking about. 

“Gonna do a face mask if you want to join me?” She said.

“Yeah, which one?”

“That catastrophe somethin’ one you like from Lush.” She said as she stepped back into the bathroom.

“Oh yeah, count me in!” He called out and then went to turn on her TV, putting on Friends for some background noise. After a few minutes she came back out, fully dressed and with her hair up in a clip and the misty blue colored mask on her face. She had a smaller clip in her hands and the mask container. Harry sat up against her head board and she climbed onto his lap quietly and smiled at him as he bowed his head to let her sweep up the longer pieces of his hair and secure them to the crown of his head with a claw clip, “Thanks.” He hummed.

“Yeah.” She responded quietly as he straightened up and she dipped three fingers into the mask and smeared the cool material on his left cheek before starting to spread it.

“Hooked up with Santi today.” He said and her eyebrows shot up as she smiled.

“Really?! Finally!” She giggled and he chuckled.

“I mean, he made the move. I kind of pussied out.” He admitted and she rolled her eyes.

“Was it good at least?” She asked him as she focused on getting the mask around his eyebrows.

“Yeah, it was really good. We didn’t have sex though.” He said with a smile, recalling all of the details, “For a second there I like looked over to the empty side of the bed and I don’t know, just felt like you were there.” He said and she giggled.

“Threesome, huh? Don’t think you’d be keen on that.” She said as she then smeared the mask on his right cheek and worked her way up.

“I’ve done it before.”

“With randos, not your friends.” She pointed out and he hummed in agreement.

“Well, I asked if he was interested in you and well, he is, obviously. But you guys can hook up if you want.” He said, eyes closed as Y/N finished smoothing the mask over his nose and then over his upper lip to finish up his face.

“There.” She said, disregarding his statement.

“I’m serious. I think I was just nervous of how that would impact our friendship, that you would replace me or something. But I mean, I trust you and I also trust him. He understands that we need to keep our relationship solid, so I know he wouldn’t do anything to come between us.” He said to Y/N.

“Well that’s good, but I won’t go out of my way to do it. If an opportunity presents mmmm, maybe, but I’m not really all that interested anymore.” She explained, “Just got it into my head that he was off limits, I guess.”

“Because I asked you to?”

“Well yeah, H. We’ve been over this.” She said to him, “It’s not a problem though.”

“Well now I feel like a dick.” He said and she giggled.

“Why?”

“Because you liked him too.”

“Oh my god, it’s not that serious, H. I thought he was hot at first sight. He’s cool, but it’s not like I like like him.” She assured him. “Besides, the more I think about it the more I come to terms with the fact that I’m kind of over hooking up with people.” She confessed.

“Really? What made you think that?” He asked.

“I realized that I use hooking up as a distraction. Because it allows me to remain stagnant as a person and isolated emotionally. I don’t have to look at my flaws or fears or concerns when it comes to emotional intimacy because it doesn’t matter, it never goes that deep. And I mean, physically I don’t really enjoy it as much as I used to, even with my regulars. Like it’s just so predictable and it does nothing to challenge me as a person. Like there’s nothing to work towards.” She said and he frowned.

“Oh wow, that’s… a lot.” He said and she nodded.

“And I don’t mean you, by the way. Our situation is different.” She said and he smiled a bit at that, “You certainly challenge me as a person.”

“Oh yeah, how’s that?” He asked.

“Every day I have to talk myself down from wanting to kill you, helps me work on my patience.” She said and he scoffed.

“I am a god damned dream and you know it.”

“More like a nightmare!” She teased and he pinched her side which made her giggle, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” She laughed, “Ya’ know I love you.” She said with a smile.

“Sure you do.” He looked down at her thighs.

“I really do, H. It’s nice to love someone who loves you back.” She said and he smiled.

“Yeah, I do love you, deep, deep down.” He grinned and she smiled.

“That’s fine, as long as it’s somewhere in there.” She assured him and he chuckled, “So with Santi…what’re you hoping to get out of it?” She asked and he sighed.

“I don’t know. I mean, I know that I’m not looking for something super serious, but he did mention that he’s polyamorous and even he was like I know that would never fly for you.” Harry said and Y/N giggled.

“He got that right!”

“You’d be OK with that?” He asked and she shook her head.

“No way, either you commit to a person or you don’t. I think it is possible to love more than one person at a time, but you always love one person more and that’s not fair to the others, not if they’re loving you fully and you’re loving them like 30%. Sounds like a lot of work too.” She said and he chuckled as he rested his hands over her thighs.

“Yeah, actually…” he mused and she smiled at him as she just took him in for a moment, he was so handsome. Flaws and all, Harry was a wonderful man and she was so glad that they were able to have this kind of relationship with each other. They complimented each other well.

“What?” He asked her and she smiled as she shook her head.

“Nothing, just looking at you and thinking about how lucky I got to meet you.” She said simply and he felt his heart skip a beat in the confines of his chest.

“You’re too sweet, Y/N. Give me more credit than I deserve.” He spoke softly as his thumbs caressed her thighs, back and forth in soothing motions and she tutted, dismissing his little self-deprecating moment.

“Did you come get in bed just because you wanted to talk about Santi or were you planning on having a sleepover with me?” She asked him.

“Both, obviously.” He said lowly.

“OK, just don’t sleep talk, s’very creepy.”

“That was one time.”

“It’s all the time, H.” She said flatly and he laughed. 

Eventually they rinsed off their masks and Y/N went to blow dry her hair a bit as Harry laid there, waiting for her to join him. Finally she had switched off her ensuite lights and was walking through the dark room, the only light was that of the TV mounted over her dresser. As soon as she settled in Harry backed up into her chest and she smiled. Sometimes he was in super snuggly moods like this and she just let him cozy up to her as he mumbled a request for her to play with his hair, she never said no to him. 

Y/N thought that he had fallen asleep, but Harry suddenly turned and hovered over her before he leaned in, breathing heavy and loud as their faces hovered closely to each other before he just connect his lips to hers in a slow and tentative kiss that kind of took her by surprise, but she easily gave in to his kiss. Harry rolled his hips down against her and she parted her lips as she breathed in a sharp breath before reaching between them, tugging away her pajama shorts and he panted as she also helped push his down until they were tangling tongues and drinking in each others moans as they toed off the clothing off of the bottom halves of their legs. He ground himself against her pussy again, his already leaking cock helped ease the glide as she grew wet for him. Her body’s response to his was so quick, he loved it. She bucked up against him, hungry for more but he lowered himself even more against her and he kissed her again with much more confidence than before, the sounds of their lips softly smacking together and their heavy and slow breaths were mixed in with the Friends episode droning on in the background. He pulled back from the kiss and she followed, searching for his lips and he smiled as he drew slightly further, teasing her until she huffed and he leaned in again, his lips skimmed against her own in feathery swipes.

“Wanna go slow?” He whispered his question against her lips. His question made her body start to buzz slightly. His request processing and eliciting a physical reaction from her, so instead of answering she draped her arm around his neck and craned her neck to capture his lips in another languid kiss, communicating to him that yes, she did want to go slow. He panted as she parted her legs, allowing his erection to slip lower and prod at her entrance, making him swallow thickly.

“Please, get inside of me.” She whispered and he nodded and gently pushed into her and they both gasped, but he kept going and in one slow thrust he had fully settled into her slick and hot pussy. They exhaled shakily as he rolled his hips into hers, not pulling out too much, but really grinding and humping his hips into hers to stimulate her g-spot and got was it working, she was trembling beneath him.

“Is this OK?” He asked her and she nodded before whispering her confirmation, “Good, wanna make it feel good for you.” He hummed before going a little faster and a painfully erotic cry slipped out of her throat as he pushed down against her lower stomach.

“O-oh f-fuck!” She sobbed softly as the tip of his cock kissed at her g-spot deliciously, it was making her toes curl. His hand slid down from her tummy and to her clit where he started to gently rub circular figures against her swollen little bud. A delicious tickle started to spread through her body at this combination of actions.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He panted, “Look so good under me.” He mumbled and she whined out his name as all of the feelings in her body started to morph into pleasure and started flowing through her veins. It was making all of the little hairs on her body stand and her toes start to curl.

“Oh H, you’re gonna make me come!” She gasped and he moaned before kissing her lips.

“Already?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yeah, you feel so good like this!” She panted and he groaned as he picked up his pace, the wet and smacking noises of their bodies meeting was growing louder.

“Hear how wet you get for me. Fucking love it.” He growled against her jaw before kissing down to her neck and sucking against the hinge of her jaw.

“I’m right there! Oh my god!” She whimpered as her body tensed and her legs trembled around his thighs as he sighed.

“Yeah, give it to me, baby.” He panted against her neck as her back arched, the fire in her belly started to spread and consume her entire being.

“Ohm don’t stop, H! Don’t stop!” She sobbed and he fucked into her faster, right where she liked it until she froze for a second and her walls suffocated his cock before they started to pulse around him and her broken cries took over the silence as all of those beautiful and euphoric feelings circulated through her body, nails digging into his bum, pushing him deeper into her until his movements were stuttering.

“Gonna come inside you, OK?” He stuttered and she nodded through teary eyes, there was so much happening inside of her. She whimpered as he grunted in time with his thrusts which soon fell out of rhythm as he chased his own high and finally he gasped as he started to spill everything he had into her quietly. His entire body was covered in goosebumps as he continued thrusting through the sensitivity until her velvety and warm walls had taken every last drop of his cum. 

Instead of pulling out of her their lips smeared together in a frantic and sloppy kiss. She hugged him against her chest and stared at she ceiling as she did her best to catch her breath, occasionally kissing at the top of his head. The only sounds in the room came from their ragged breaths and the low volume of the audience laughter from the TV, still playing Friends. This was different than any other time they had sex and neither of them wanted to say anything about it. After about ten minutes of just being together in the silence Y/N gently rubbed at Harry’s shoulder and he looked up at her.

“Need to go clean up.” She said.

“I can do it.” He groaned and rolled off of her.

“It’s cool, I have to go to the bathroom.” She said and he let her get up and go. He laid there in her residual warmth trying to come up with a reason for why he had just made love to her like that. He wasn’t sure, but after a few moments she was back and lifting the comforter from the bottom end and pulling out her shorts and his, she tossed his over to him which he shimmied on beneath he covers as she slipped hers on before getting back into the bed and cuddling into her pillows. Harry felt his heart sink as she hugged a pillow into her chest and faced away from him, but before he could get too into his head about why he felt that way she blindly extended her right arm back in his direction.

“Where’d you go?” She mumbled sleepily and he smiled and cuddled up into her back, spooning her before draping his arm over her hips and pulling her bum flush to his front.

“M’right here.” He whispered into her neck.

*********

It’d been almost a month since their first hook up and Santi and Harry were with each other almost all the time, she would see them in passing and all, but not really to hang out more than a meal or a quick errand. Often times Y/N would come home after work and he’d already be at Santi’s place, there were also nights in which he wouldn’t return until the wee hours of the morning for a shower and then head off to work or to whatever he had going on that day. Y/N thought it was amusing how the very thing Harry feared was the very thing he inflicted on others. 

Y/N wasn’t bothered by this though; in fact she was a bit grateful for his disappearance because after that night they had sex she was left with a feeling that she so desperately wanted to shake. She didn’t want to want Harry and she didn’t want Harry to want her, at least not in the way that was implied by his actions that night. Letting him in that way was scary, it’s not like he didn’t know her ins and outs, but he had not experienced her as a significant other and honestly, she had such bad luck with relationships that she didn’t want to risk it with him ever. He mattered too much and the realization of that is what made her glad that he had in a sense disappeared from her side until further notice. She had got got home from work and was washing her lunch container when the front door flew open and Santi and Harry came in and she smiled at them.

“Hey guys! It’s been a while!” She said happily and Santi came up and hugged her tight from behind.

“Yes, it has! How have you been?” He asked her and she nodded.

“Good, just hanging out here, working a lot.” She shared as he released her and went for the fridge as if he were in his own home, it was nice to see people so comfortable in her space.

“I mean, that’s not a bad thing, right?” He asked as he grabbed a water bottle and Harry came into the kitchen and she shook her head.

“Nah, keeps me busy.” She assured and then Harry walked up and planted a kiss on her cheek from behind before also heading to the fridge and also grabbed some water.

“Do you have any plans tonight?” Santi asked her as he moved out of Harry’s way.

“Nope. Just gonna get ready for bed and watch TV, the usual.” She said.

“You’ve become really boring without me.” Harry said and she giggled.

“Doing nothing together is not necessarily exciting either.” She said and he chuckled.

“Sorry for stealing him away, by the way.” Santi chuckled and she shrugged with a grin.

“Hey, don’t be sorry, dude! I completely understand!” She assured through some laugher and Santi knocked his head back as he chuckled. Harry was magnetic and beautiful and he just drew people in, in an unbelievable way. Harry couldn’t help but let his ego flare up a bit as Y/N and Santi talked about his magnetic and alluring qualities.

“Well what’ve you been doing with your free time then?” Santi asked as Harry closed the fridge after not finding something to his liking and leaning back against it to listen.

“Literally, just hanging out at home.” She giggled.

“You have the house to yourself and haven’t had any company?” He asked in shock and she shook her head.

“No, I’ve really been enjoying the peace and quiet. And I mean, yeah sometimes I am very tempted to call in some assistance, but s’nothing I can’t handle on my own.” She assured Santi and he chuckled, “What are you guys up to tonight?”

“We were just gonna hang out here or at mine.” He explained and Harry hummed along in agreement.

“Oh, OK. We can watch a movie or something?” She suggested and they both agreed, “Santi can choose since he’s the guest.” She glanced to Harry.

“Yeah, yeah.” Harry mumbled as they all laughed a bit. Santi was picking out the movie while Harry opened up a bottle wine and Y/N quickly went to get dressed down for bed. She was half undressed and folder over the counter as she rinse the face wash from her face.

“Hey, we’re just waiting for you.” Harry said softly and she peeked an eye open and glanced at his reflection through the mirror as he leaned against the door frame, not bothering to hide the way he was looking at her body in her bra and thong and she just ignored it.

“Just start without me.” She said as she reached for her face towel and he sighed, “I’m serious it’s cool, I’ll be out in a sec.” She said, voice muffled through the fluffy material. Harry looked at her body again, it’d been a while since he’d had a proper good look at her and it was doing things to his tummy. He had sort of freaked out over how their last hook up went and just threw himself into the friends-with-benefits thing with Santi, it was easy to because he’s attracted to him, but Y/N has just been there for so long, it’s different. And seeing her like this, in front of him, he started to crave her body and her kiss. He reached out to her hip and she pulled the towel away from her face.

“Missed you.” He said softly and she smiled.

“Yeah, me too.” She responded before turning around and reaching for her toner. Harry made no movement to suggest he was leaving, instead he closed the toilet lid and sat there and watched as she then moved on to her moisturizer. She was so pretty, “What’re you sitting here staring at me for?” She giggled as she then grabbed her eye cream and he reached for her, finger barely looping into the seam of her thong and tugging, making her her walk over to him to avoid it from sliding away from its intended position, “Let go!” She chuckled as she now stood before him.

“Mm-mmm.” He declined, his pretty green eyes peering up at her and and she sighed.

“C’mon, H. Let me finish this so we can watch the movie.” She insisted as she put down the little container of eye cream and patted at the top of his head. He then just wrapped his arms around her hips and nuzzled his face against her stomach before kissing her there, she was so smooth and soft, whereas Santi was hairier and taut from his strict exercise regimen. He pressed his kissed over the valley of her breasts and sighed as he looked up at her, “That’s not working on me, H. C’mon, move it on out of here.” She said and he frowned as he let go of her and she went back to finish dotting her eye cream on and was about to leave the bathroom when he stood and pulled her into him.

“Kiss me?” He asked her quietly.

“No! Your friends with benefits is just down the hall, H. C’mon.” She insisted and he huffed and stepped into the bedroom. Her pajamas were always folded neatly behind her pillow, so she headed over to her bed. The light from the bathroom poured sufficient light into the bedroom and he watched again from his spot on the door frame as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra and that was the last straw. He hurried over to her smoothed his hands from behind her over her breasts and she inhaled deeply as his big hands squeezed them in his hands before his thumbs smoothed over her already peaked nipples. He pressed his body closer into hers and she could feel just how hard he was against her ass, “Harry,”

“Yeah, baby?” He asked quietly, lips skimming against her ear and her mouth dropped open as he nibbled at her earlobe, pleasurable little tingles shot through her body and straight to her core, “Feels good?” He asked with a smile and she nodded and whined out quietly as he pinched at her sensitive nipples, “Can I suck on them?” He asked her and she sighed.

“Harry, we need to get out there. Santi is waiting and-”

“Just a little bit, I’ll tell him I was helping you with something or whatever. Please.” He whispered hotly, rutting his hardened cock against the swell of her ass before slowly starting to turn her towards him as his lips sponged all over her throat before he sat on the bed and pulled her to stand between his legs and she bit her lip, “Please? Know you love how I suck on them for you.” He said quietly, he was quite good with his mouth. And before she could even give it another thought she was nodding and he enclosing her left nipple between his lips before opening up wider and sucking around her whole areola with more pressure. It made her moan and tangle her fingers in his hair as his hand played and tugged at the right one. Her fingers were running through his messy curls as her eyes grew heavy and hazy at the feeling of his lips and tongue working so well together to get her even more turned on than she was already. He soon moved to her right breast and she was about to urge him to hurry up when saw Santi peek his head in and his eyes widened when they met Y/N’s eyes, but he didn’t leave.

“H.” She said as she tugged on his hair a bit and he hummed, “Santi’s at the door.” She said softly and he pulled away from her.

“I don’t mind if he sticks around.” He spoke softly against her skin and she just smiled at him and signaled him to come in and he bit his lip as he started to walk in.

“Are you sure?” She whispered to Harry and he hummed before taking her into his mouth again.

“He’s good with his mouth, isn’t he?” Santi’s voice joined the mix and Y/N nodded with a smile and Harry drew back from her and glanced up at them both from the bed and she turned to Santi who looked her up and down for a moment, she was so gorgeous, he couldn’t deny that he had dreamed of getting to see her this way; of getting to have her and Harry at the same time, he’d thought of it plenty of times.

“You sure about this?” She asked Harry and Santi looked at him as well.

“Yeah, I trust you guys.” He said and with that Santi stepped closer to Y/N.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and she nodded and he swooped in right away with a grin as he kissed her urgently. Harry knew that Santi was very attracted to Y/N, but seeing it happen before him was something else, especially as his hands ran down her waist and to her bottom, groping at her and feeling the curves of her body. Harry felt left out and just as he was about to say something Y/N pulled their lips apart.

“How about we take care of him before he starts whining about not being the center of attention?” Y/N asked Santi who grinned against her lips and nodded.

“You take the lead.” He told her and she gave him one more quick kiss before she leaned down to briefly catch Harry’s lips with hers before she sunk down to her knees. He exhaled shakily as she undid his jeans and then he lifted his hips to let her pull them down his legs along with his briefs. His heart was pounding with excitement, she always gave the best head. And she had been right, while he had been in group situations a couple times before it was always with random people he didn’t know all that well, so glancing up and having his eyes meet Santi’s, a friend and lover of his as well, it all felt a little bit more intense. Especially as he then looked down at Y/N’s hand wrapping around his cock and stroking slowly.

Harry sighed quietly and in second Santi was joining Y/N on his knees and his eyes fluttered closed as he felt both of kisses and sucks against his inner thighs and then finally he felt the warmth of their breaths puffing against his pulsing cock before their tongues lapped up and down his length. He spared a look down at them and groaned as his fingers dug into the sheets. He watched as Santis mouth trailed up along his cock while Y/N sunk a bit lower, they seemed to be in a single consciousness because as soon as his lips closed around the tip of his cock she gently sucked one his balls into her mouth.

“Oh fuck…” he moaned softly. That wonderful and familiar burning in the deepest part of him was being wound up. Once of his hands found perch in Santi’s hair  as he bucked up into his mouth a bit more. Santi hollowed out his cheeks and increased the pressure of his sucks. Harry had an impressive size so Santi used his hand to stroke the bottom half of Harry’s length and really focused his mouth on the top half of him by using his tongue to get all of those sweet spot that were making his stomach flutter and his breathing hitch in his chest. Y/N pulled away to really let Santi do his best work and Harry’s heavy eyes blinked open upon her absence, but he was relieved that she climbed onto her bed and knelt beside him and kissed his cheek. He reached for one of her hands and intertwined their fingers, his grip tightening when things would get particularly delicious for him.

“Feels good?” She cooed softly against his ear.

“Yeah. Feels so good.” He panted and she smiled.

“Don’t be shy then, let’s hear it.” She encouraged him and he groaned, “Please. Like to hear it when things feel good for you.” She whispered and that made his stomach flutter and for a moan to leave his lips. Y/N grinned as she saw his abs tense up and the skin on his arms pimple with goosebumps, “Gonna come already?” She asked and he nodded.

“Shit, yeah! I’m close!” He warned through a moan.

“Hardly lasted at all, H.” She teased and he groaned, “Was kinda expecting a bit more from you.” She whispered just to him and his eyebrows furrowed, “Thought you were gonna wanna show me that you could please me more than him.” She said and he started feeling angry and jealous, “He seems eager to please.” Harry gasped, he was right on the edge and suddenly Santi pulled off of him and Harry whined as his orgasm slowly started to fade away from him as Santi started undressing.

Harry pouted and was still reeling when suddenly Santi was pushing Y/N away from Harry and down onto the bed and he kissed her languidly, her fingers were still intertwined with Harry’s and she squeezed them when Santi ground his crotch against hers. Harry looked at Santi’s hips rolling against Y/N’s and it made a weird feeling swirl in his chest; he called it jealousy because he didn’t know any better. It was more than that though, actually seeing her lips on someone else’s, seeing her get so lost in a kiss that she let him go and weaved her fingers into Santi’s hair instead, it made his chest hurt a little bit. Even more so when one of his hands slid up her waist, her ribs, and then palmed over her breast. She was so sensitive on her nipples and Harry was almost frowning as she whimpered out as Santi’s thumb traced over the perky little bud. Harry tore off his shirt and moved towards them.

“Make space.” Harry mumbled and Santi rolled off to her side, their lips still attached and Harry started to kiss at her stomach and down towards the seam of her thong. He let his tongue tease at her and then her fingers dug into his hair and he smiled as he went lower and tugged her thong up, letting the material bunch up between her slick folds. He licked at her labia before sucking a bit at each side before nuzzling his nose and mouth against her and groaning. She tasted so fucking good, he already liked going down on people, but he especially liked going down on her and in the same way, she was particular about who she let go down on her, he always made her come multiple times, so she never hesitated to let him do as he pleased with her body. Her hips bucked towards him, attempting to increase the friction that she so desperately wanted more of.

“Please, H!” She moaned against Santi’s mouth and that made him feel even more smug as he pushed her underwear aside kissed at her bare skin. Harry moaned as he immediately went towards her opening, wanting to taste her arousal straight form the source. Santi kissed down her neck until he reached her breasts and started sucking and kissing at those. He was much gentler than Harry was, but that allowed her to focus on the way Harry’s tongue was licking up her pussy, on a mission to get to her clit. The slight stubble around his mouth was providing another layer of feeling to her and then Santi bit down on her nipple and she cried out softly. Santi moved so that he could see Harry. Harry was looking like he was in heaven all on his own as he ate Y/N out. His eyes fluttered open and met Santi’s and he grinned before nipping at Y/N’s nipple again which made her moan and Harry grabbed her thighs and parted them further as he then went straight for her clit causing Y/N to choke on a moan and even Santi groaned as he watched the way Harry just lost himself in what he was doing. His head was moving side to side and the sounds that were being made were so sinful it made his cock throb. Y/N’s chest was rising and falling and Santi sucked harder at her chest and she started to tense up.

“Gonna come for me, baby?” Harry mumbled.

“Yes! Please don’t stop!” She gasped, tightening her grip on Harry’s hair until she inhaled sharply and she started to come undone. Her moans were so pretty and melodious. Even Harry moaned against her as if her pleasure was bringing him pleasure. Santi knew that they had slept together, but they seemed to be very in tune with each other and it was easy to become immersed in this moment with them. There was an added layer of familiarity and intimacy between Y/N and Harry and it was exciting to be a part of it. Santi kissed up Y/N’s chest and neck until their lips were meeting once again. 

“What should we do next, hmm?” He asked her quietly, here hazy eyes met his and she smiled as her hand reached down to where he was hard and ready to go. She palmed at the bulge in his pants and before things could get any further Harry was pulling Santi up to kneel and smashing his lips against his. He didn’t want to see her put her mouth on him, there’s be no going back. He knew how good she was and the idea of Santi needing her as badly as him didn’t sit well with him. She was his.

With him occupied up there with Harry Y/N undid his pants and pulled out his cock, which made him groan into Harry’s kiss as she got her mouth around him. His dick was about as long as Harry’s, if not a little bit more, but he was more slender, so it was easier to swallow him down further and he hissed as she bottomed out on him. His lips parted and he moaned into Harry’s mouth as he started to thrust into Y/N’s mouth. When Harry felt her hand slither up his thigh he angled his hips towards her a little more allowing her to start to stroke at his erection, her grip would tighten as she’d come up to the tip, making the most delicious feeling swirl in the pit of his stomach as she stimulated those sensitive nerves perfectly. She knew what he liked, so it was no surprise that she was working him up quickly, especially since he had been denied his first orgasm not too long before. His mouth fell open as he panted and moaned against Santi’s mouth.

“Oh shit…” he whined and just as he was about to get too close she let go of him and pulled her mouth away from Santi’s cock, “Y/N-”

“You can’t come yet.” She spoke and he sighed as Santi smirked against his lips.

“C’mon guys…” he whined.

“You can wait a little bit more. I think you’re really gonna like what’s coming next…” Santi hummed against his lips before kissing him deeply and they soon parted with a soft smack.

“What’s coming next?” Y/N asked and Santi lowered himself and spoke in her ear. Harry watched as her eyebrows raised and then glanced up to him with her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Really?” He asked and they both laughed softly before pulled away from her.

“Do you haven condoms?” Santi asked her.

“Yeah there’s some in the bedside table.” She said and Santi moved away from her to dig through the drawer.

“Do you have lube?” He asked.

“No, actually.”

“I have some somewhere.” Harry said.

“Go get it yeah?” Y/N asked with a kind smile and he nodded but not before his lips met hers in a slow and gentle kiss and she smiled against him before he mumbled that he’d be right back and off he went to find the lube. 

He was only gone about three minutes, but when he came back Y/N and Santi were panting as his cock slowly sunk in and out of her, that really did not settle well with him. It made his blood boil with jealously as she moaned and arched her back up. Santi’s lips trailed along her neck and his arms were encasing her body, the space between them was so small. He started fucking into her harder.

“Oh yes!” She mewled over the sounds of their sex, “Fuck, just like that, Santi!” She keened softly and it made his chest tighten with hurt as another person’s name flowed from her lips. It made him want to show her what he could do. He came closer and climbed onto the bed with determination and the shift caused them both to glance over at him, “Ready?” She asked him and he nodded. Santi gently pulled out of her and Harry saw that he was wearing a condom, which made him feel a little bit better about this, Y/N was only his to fuck raw and fill up.

“Where do you want me?” He asked them.

“Up against the headboard.” Santi said and he started shifting over.

“Wait, let me fluff up the pillows for you.” She said and did just that. She knew his back got Sore easily so she wanted to provide a little bit more support for him and she moved out of the way when everything was ready and he settled back against the headboard and Y/N straddled his lap and smiled down at him.

“Condom?” Santi asked Harry, who looked in his eyes and then at Y/N’s with a smirk.

“Fuck no, we don’t use those with each other.” he said almost as if it were offensive for Santi to have asked and they all chuckled as Harry reached for Y/N’s bottom and guided her lower to soak up his prick with her arousal. 

She was buzzing in anticipation to feel him stretch her out a bit. He gave her a small nod and she shifted to settle over his cock. She hummed in delight as she started sinking down onto him and his nails dug into her ass and he held her there for a few seconds as he bottomed out.

“Good?” She asked him and he nodded and loosened his hold on her to let her drag her hips up and then back down again. Then he felt Santi’s fingers smear some of the lube against his hole and gently dip a finger in until he smoothed it over his prostate which made him moan and squeeze Y/N hard again.

“I’m gonna put in another finger.” Santi warned.

“Fuck, please do it.” Harry begged and Y/N smiled down at him as his head was tossed back now as Santi’s fingers stretched him out a little bit more. After a few minutes of this Santi was scooting in right behind Y/N. He grabbed his cock and dripped some of the lube over himself before slipping against Harry’s entrance and he grabbed around one of Harry’s legs and opened it a bit wider to make a little more room. Y/N watched Harry’s eyes darken even further at the feeling of Santi’s cock teasing at his entrance and she grinned, he was so needy. Then a few seconds later his eyebrows furrowed in and his mouth fell open as Santi pushed inside slowly. Harry’s entire body felt even more on fire as his cock filled him up perfectly and reached just the right places. His entire body was covered in goosebumps at the slight pain from the snug fit. Y/N could feel Santi’s low moan against her spine as Harry’s hole adjusted to his size. Harry’s fingers were sure to leave bruises on her skin from how tight he was holding on to her and she started to swivel her hips on his, sinking his cock in deeper into her and he moaned out as his tip kissed up against her g-spot.

“You’re so fucking deep.” She whispered and he moaned again as she clenched up around him.

“Please fuck me.” He panted out and Santi nodded against Y/N’s back and he drew out as she lifted herself up, and for Harry time was still for a little too long in anticipation until they both collided with his body again. Inevitably a loud moan flew past his parted lips as they fucked him. His eyes were full of desperation for more somehow. Naturally, Y/N and Santi’s paces fell out of sync, but that didn’t bother Harry. His most sensitive parts were getting railed and he was getting overwhelmed by it. They were all moaning and crying out in pleasure as their bodies rolled together and worked in tandem to get to that most coveted euphoric peak. 

Y/N ran her hands up from Harry’s abs to his chest where she swirled her fingers around for a bit before she smoothed over his nipples and he bit on his lip, his eyes not daring to leave hers until she slightly pinched at them to add another layer pleasure to his experience and he hissed, making his entire body stiffen at the slight bite of pain.

“Shit… he’s so fucking tight.” Santi panted into the back of Y/N’s neck, “So good.” He praised and Harry moaned hearing this and Y/N pinched at him harder, causing his body to tense up even more and Santi’s groan rubbles against Y/N’s back.

“Oh fuck!” Harry moaned as Santi started thrusting into him faster as soft grunts of exertion puffed against her hot skin. The sounds these two were making were making Y/N’s body tickle with excitement as she continued riding on harry’s cock, watching his face contort and express all of the sensations he was feeling, then behind her Santi’s warmth and his lips would skim against her and nip at her neck and shoulders. She loved the way one of his hands was kneading at her breast while Harry’s were gripping to her ass for dear life, keeping her on his cock, thrusting up into her as best as he could while she and Santi fucked him, “Fuck, I’m gonna come!” He panted and Y/N let her hands slither up to his neck and practically begged her with his eyes to choke him, but she waited for a moment. “Please.” He sighed quietly and she gave in and squeezed at the sides of his throat, letting that floaty feeling start to engulf him.

“You’re such a needy thing, H. Always want to be the center of attention.” She said and he groaned, “Is this enough for you, getting fucked both ways at the same time?” She asked and he moaned louder, the sound cutting off as his air supply started to diminish.

“Fuck, keep going.” Santi grumbled against her sweaty skin.

“Taking his big cock so well. So proud of you, my needy little whore.” Harry was losing his mind as her words registered, “Know you want to come, baby. Want you to come so we can come too.” She spoke shakily, “What do you need?” She asked and she watched as his face was starting to go a bit pink and his breathing was very shallow and his eyes rolled back but he panted out a barely audible ‘more’ and she moaned, “Fuck, let’s go harder. He wants it harder.” She instructed Santi and they went harder and faster until Harry’s back started to arch and his legs started to shake, “Oh fuck, that’s it.” She encouraged him, “You’re doing so good. Such a good boy.” She praised him as his entire body shivered and tingled as he pumped ropes and ropes of cum into her and she slowly relieved the hold on his neck and brought her hand down to rub at her clit.

“Fuck, please! I can’t!” Harry sobbed and begged as she kept riding his cock, it was too sensitive, especially with Santi’s cock ramming against his prostate.

“You can do it, H. I’m so close.” Y/N panted and shortly after that Santi was thrusting hard and stilling deep inside of him and grinding against him as he moaned out in ecstasy as he came as Harry cried out. This caused Y/N to topple over the edge and for her walls to flutter and pulse around him and she smiled, completely blissed out as she kept riding Harry through her orgasm until tears streamed down his face.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m coming!” He sobbed as he spilled his cum into her again, completely wiped out by this one. He writhed around so much that she had to steady herself against Santi’s chest until Harry had stopped trembling and was just a heap of sweat and exhaustion and shallow breaths. Santi gently pulled out of him and went to toss the condom. After fully coming down Y/N lifted herself off of Harry, making him hiss at the absence and his cum immediately started to dribble from her entrance and she tightened up to hold it in and not get any on her bed.

“Fuck, help me down.” She called to Santi who immediately extended a hand and helped her off of the bed.

“Where are you going?” Harry whispered tiredly.

“Gonna get something to clean up.” She assured him and waddled over to her ensuite and Santi got back on the bed and turned to Harry.

“Was that OK?” He asked quietly and Harry nodded with a small smile, “We kinda ganged up on you there, sorry.” He chuckled and Harry sniffled out a laugh and let out a slow breath.

“It’s…more than alright. Wow…” he mumbled and Santi chuckled and reached for Harry’s hand.

“So what, are we all gonna be a throuple now?” Harry joked and Santi laughed quietly.

“I will respectfully decline.” Santi said with a smirk and Harry scoffed in slight offense.

“What? Why? Aren’t we a fucking dream?” He asked Santi who chuckled and nodded.

“I mean yeah, I like you guys but ummm…you’re obviously in love with Y/N.” Santi said and Harry’s smile was immediately gone, “Does she know how you feel about her?” He asked more quietly and Harry bit his lip nervously.

“That’s not…even an option.” Harry said quietly and Santi smiled.

“I know it’s scary, putting yourself out there, but you have to try.” He encouraged him.

“Why? I don’t think she feels the same, it’d be stupid to.” He responded.

“Mmm-mmm, it’s brave. And well, you never know unless you do something about it, H.” Santi said quietly as they saw Y/N emerging from her bathroom with a little hand towel and leaning over to wipe Harry down where his cum had dripped, “And your bum from the lube.” She said tapping his leg.

“I can do it myself.” He said bashfully.

“Now he does it himself… almost always makes me do it.” Santi said quietly to Y/N who just giggled and Harry scoffed at them before sitting up and grabbing the towel from her and shooting them one more annoyed look as he hobbled over to the bathroom and she just threw herself back on the bed and sighed loudly.

“Are you OK?” Santi asked and she nodded.

“Yeah, that was fun.” she smiled.

"Yeah, it was." he agreed with a grin.

“Are you gonna stay over?” She asked.

“No. I want to have a shower and I need to set up some stuff for a private chat I have tomorrow.” He sighed and she hummed in understanding.

“Well thank you for this unexpected and wonderful experience.” She said and he chuckled.

“Thank you guys for letting me in.” He said as he stretched a bit and then sat up.

“Maybe we can do it again sometime.” She said and he smiled.

“I mean… I’d be open to it.” He assured her.

“Cool. I can walk you out.” She said.

“Oh no, you stay and get comfy.” He assured her as Harry came back out to the bedroom, “Harry can walk me out and lock up, yeah?” He said to Harry.

“Oh yeah, of course.” He said and we t to grab his briefs and slipped them on as Santi got dressed and with a final hug Harry was guiding him through the apartment and to the door and Santi smiled at him, “What?” Harry asked with a nervous smile.

“Be brave.” Santi said before kissing his cheek and Harry sighed and mumbled a goodnight before locking up. He grabbed them both some water and headed back over to Y/N’s room where she was still staring at the ceiling.

“Got you some water.” Harry said and she sat up.

“Thanks.” She responded before chugging some down.

“You feeling OK with everything? We hadn’t planned that or anything, it just kind of happened…” Harry said and she nodded.

“Yeah, I’m good. I had fun, I enjoyed it. We can… do it again if you want?” She said and Harry looked to her and bit down on his lip and decided to just come out with it.

“I mean, it was fun but… I don’t know if I want to do that again.” He said to Y/N and she frowned.

“Oh, are you alright? Was it something I did?” She asked and he shook his head, feeling so nervous.

“No, but I think you were right. About it being different when you know the people involved.” He said and she frowned.

“Oh. Was it because Santi and I had sex without you?” She asked, “If so I didn’t think it would be an issue since you were going to come back and join in. But I’m sorry if I-”

“No it’s actually ummm… not a Santi thing. I just don’t think I ever want to see you with anyone else like that.” He said and she froze, “It made me jealous…and it made my heart hurt. It hurt my feelings.” He said and she pouted.

“Oh, H. I’m so sorry if I missed that at any point!” She said as she hurried to his side.

“You didn’t, it’s OK. I mean, we both know I get jealous but this is…more than that, Y/N.” He spoke tentatively and she bit her lip as she realized what he was getting at, “Y/N, I don’t want to share you with anyone else and I don’t…I don’t think I can ignore how I feel about you anymore. Or I don’t want to.” He said as he grabbed her hand and she sighed shakily.

“Harry, I don’t think you’re thinking clearly.”

“I’ve never been more lucid.” He said softly and she shook her head.

“You’re just jealous, H.” She said and he grabbed her face and shook his head.

“Mmm-mmm.” He refused, “I’m in love with you. I think I have been for a really long time. And just like you, I’ve been scared to accept that because what if we fuck everything up?”

“Exactly! What if we fuck everything up?” She asked and he smiled.

“If this was not going to work it would’ve stopped working a long time ago.” He said to her, “I can’t believe it took something like this to get me to see that I never want to lose you. I’m always gonna fight for you. For us. I know that I make you happy. You make me happy, baby. So fucking happy. And I know that you also love me. You’d have to, to always put me first like you do.” He said quietly and her chest was rising and falling quickly.

“Harry-”

“Please, let’s give it a shot. Please.” He implored fervently and she felt her heart about to burst. She was so scared.

“I’m scared.” She whispered as a tear streaked down her cheek and he wiped it away.

“Me too, baby. But that’s why we have each other.” He reasoned and she exhaled, “Do you want to do this with me?” He asked again and she took a moment to really think about it and she almost instantly realized that her love for him outweighed her insecurities and she nodded her head.

“Yes.” She whispered and he smiled so brightly.

“Yeah?” He asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, baby. You & me. Let’s do this.” She smiled and he just leaned in to kiss her with all of the love in his heart as his happiness soared to new heights.

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paring: enzo vogrincic x fem!reader [ no faceclaim ] summary: your boyfriend, enzo, needs to lose a lot of weight during the filming of his new movie. You decided that you wouldn't let it be a torture for him, discovering and sharing new recipes together. writer: I always find myself thinking about Enzo talking about how it was a great time for him, the time he needed to lose weight. And I got the little idea of ​​him being quite domestic with his girlfriend, trying out those new recipes that would help with the weight loss journey.

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yourusername It's been 84 years since this house went on a mandatory diet, mainly because I wouldn't leave Enzo completely alone in this, and now father and son are both kinda grumpy

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simonhempe pipito suffering from having to eat healthily, just like me fr

yourusername He is suffering because his father can no longer spoil him with food, gato arruinado

moratodeschini give the cat what he wants, the man I don't really care????

kuku.esteban I'm in favor of hiring pipo to act in pipe's place, almost same name

rocco.posca wtf??? Why does your breakfast seem to be tastier than it should be??

matiasrecalt My meals are so tasteless I'm thinking about throwing myself off the cabbage tree vogrincicenzo thank god is my girlfriend who cook this type of thing for me

pipegonzalezotano missing real food hour

paubaldini this seems soo good, i'm gonna ugly cry

Enzo woke up that morning with a sense of calm and determination that enveloped him like a gentle hug. The sunlight, filtered through the partly open curtains, painted the room with a golden aura, making him feel as though he were immersed in a peaceful dream. Nestled between soft sheets, he allowed his mind to adjust to waking up, absorbing the serenity that permeated the environment. The enticing aroma of coffee wafted through the air, filling him with anticipation and comfort. He knew, without needing to get up, that his girlfriend was already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast with care and love. It was a ritual of connection, a way to start the day together, sharing not only meals but also dreams and aspirations.

The weight loss journey for his role in "The Snow Society" had become more than just a professional goal. It had become a central part of their lives, a shared journey that strengthened their bond and united them in a common purpose. They had embraced this journey together, facing challenges and celebrating victories side by side. Every morning, as they smelled the fresh coffee and contemplated the soft light flooding the room, they renewed their mutual commitment to care for each other and themselves. It was more than just losing weight for a role; it was about taking care of their bodies, nurturing their minds, and strengthening their relationship through mutual support and camaraderie.

With a gentle yawn, Enzo stretched in bed, letting the last remnants of sleep escape his body. Wearing his comfortable pajama shorts, he prepared for another day filled with challenges and adventures alongside his partner. Aware of the possibilities the day held, he filled himself with determination and curiosity, readily willing to face whatever came his way. As he stepped through the partly open door of the kitchen, Enzo was greeted by the familiar and comforting sound of hot water passing through the coffee filter. The welcoming aroma filled the room, enveloping him in an aura of comfort and familiarity. His girlfriend was focused, her skilled hands carefully cutting fresh fruits, ready to compose the perfect breakfast. The morning ritual of preparing the first meal of the day together was a tangible expression of their love and mutual commitment.

As he watched his partner work with skill, Enzo couldn't help but smile at Pipo, the couple's lazy cat, elegantly stretched out on the counter, lazily watching the kitchen activity. The feline was a constant presence in their lives, bringing comfort and joy with its serene and indolent personality. Enzo approached the counter, enveloping his girlfriend in a hug from behind, planting a loving kiss on her neck. The atmosphere was imbued with a tranquil serenity, as if the very air were suffused with an aura of peace. The gentle clinking of knives cutting fresh fruit was the only sound breaking the silence, creating a delicate and comforting melody that filled the kitchen. Enzo, entering quietly, contemplated the scene with a sense of calm and admiration.

His girlfriend was immersed in her work, her graceful and precise movements revealing the dedication and care she put into each task, not only in meal preparation but also in nurturing their relationship. Every fruit cut was executed with a mastery that denoted years of practice and love for the culinary arts. Enzo watched her with a sparkle in his eyes, marveling at his partner's skill and grace. It was as if she were dancing among the ingredients, moving with a natural harmony and fluidity that captivated his heart. In her delicate gestures, he saw not only a master in the kitchen but also a committed companion intent on making every shared moment special and meaningful.

As the sunlight gently spilled through the window, illuminating the scene with golden hues, Enzo felt inundated with a sense of gratitude and tenderness. That was the essence of the life they had built together: simple moments, yet laden with love and mutual care. And in that moment, as he stood there, silently admiring her, Enzo knew there was no place he'd rather be than by her side, sharing every small moment of the journey they had chosen to walk together.

Enzo felt a comforting warmth spread through his chest as he wrapped his girlfriend in a hug from behind, his arms enveloping her with tenderness and protection. The delicate scent emanating from her enveloped him like an invisible embrace, flooding his senses with a feeling of familiarity and love. She was more than his partner; she was his anchor amidst the storms of life, his source of comfort and strength in times of adversity. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, Enzo allowed himself to sink into that moment of shared intimacy, letting himself be carried away by the comforting sensation of being with the person he loved. Each beat of his heart seemed to echo the deep bond they shared, strengthening their connection and renewing his determination to face the challenges that lay ahead.

As his arms embraced his girlfriend, Enzo felt her gently interrupt the fruit cutting, her fingers sliding down his arm with a gentle caress. It was as if she could read his thoughts, sharing not only his concerns about the necessary weight loss for the role but also his determination to make this journey as bearable and rewarding as possible for both of them. It was in moments like these, surrounded by the calm of the morning and the comforting presence of each other, that Enzo found strength and inspiration to keep moving forward. Knowing they had each other to lean on, to share the joys and burdens of life, was an invaluable gift that he would never cease to cherish.

Enzo knew well that she had delved headfirst into extensive research, consulting nutritionists and exploring various approaches to diet and weight loss. Every article read, every conversation with experts, was an incessant quest for knowledge, an attempt to find the most effective and healthy path to achieve their goals. Her determination was palpable, and Enzo deeply admired her tireless dedication. Together, they had turned all that knowledge into action, developing a carefully crafted meal plan. Every meal was meticulously planned, ensuring they received all the necessary nutrients to sustain their bodies during the intense weight loss process. However, the plan wasn't just about nutritional aspects; they also made sure that each dish was an enjoyable gastronomic experience, preserving the taste and pleasure of food.

Enzo felt a profound sense of gratitude for having such a dedicated and loving partner by his side. She not only shared their goals but also invested her time and energy to ensure they achieved success together. It was a clear demonstration of the mutual commitment they nurtured, not only regarding weight loss but also in building and strengthening their relationship. As the comforting aroma of coffee filled the kitchen, Enzo took a moment to appreciate the tranquility of the moment. There, next to his partner, he knew that no matter how challenging the road ahead might be, they would be together.

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yourusername Today's lunch featured seafood, and for dessert, Enzo stole tangerines from the neighbor and pretended it was normal (which it probably is for him, since we don't buy tangerines and he's always eating one).

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kuku.esteban Tomorrow it will be in all the newspapers in Latin America: Uruguayan actor steals mixiricas and an INCAPABLE elderly man

vongrincicenzo incapable is me, that old man is in excellent condition

franromerofran stop immediately, you are prohibited from posting delicious food

yourusername that's my boyfriend fran franromerofran STOP

pipegonzalezotano NO MORE SALAD I BEG YOU

rocco.posca Another day, another desire to live in the Vogrincic house

feliperamusiomora petition for enzo to let us sleep on his couch vogrincicenzo petition denied, and don't listen to nena, she shouldn't agree

agustinpardella I can smell the shrimp in the photo, I'm going crazy

alfosinacarrocio I'm stopping in front of your house immediately

Enzo was sitting on the balcony of the apartment, immersed in his lines as he reviewed the script for his next project. The golden afternoon sun bathed the surroundings, gently warming his face and illuminating the space around him. The warm breeze blew softly, carrying with it the fresh scent of flowers from the garden below.

However, even amidst his concentration, something caught his attention. His eyes diverted from the paper and fixed on the tangerine trees in the front house. It was a simple yet captivating sight. The branches laden with small citrus fruits swayed gently in the wind, creating a delicate and mesmerizing dance. That old house had always held a charm over Enzo since he and his girlfriend moved into the apartment. The weathered walls and windows adorned with lace curtains evoked a sense of nostalgia and romance that he simply adored. But it was the tangerine trees that truly fascinated him.

Every time he looked at those small bushes, Enzo was transported to a place of tranquility and calm. With determination, Enzo carefully placed Pipo, his sleepy cat that was on his lap, onto the balcony table. He felt the slight weight of the feline transfer to the wood as he rose, ready to venture out. The sun still gently bathed the surroundings, casting playful shadows across the furniture.

Enzo leaned, but did not close, the balcony door silently, letting the cat enjoy the fresh air as he ventured outside. Passing through the kitchen, a delicious aroma of home-cooked food enveloped him. His girlfriend, wearing one of his oversized t-shirts and denim shorts, was focused on preparing lunch. Her hair fell casually over her shoulders as she skillfully stirred a pot. A wave of desire washed over him as he saw her there, so natural and beautiful in the simplicity of that everyday moment. Enzo felt an intense urge to approach her, to envelop her in his arms and whisper words of love. But he resisted, knowing he had a mission to accomplish that day.

With a discreet smile on his lips, Enzo restrained himself, averting his gaze with determination. With careful steps, he left the house and closed the door with a gentle click, ensuring there was no noise to disturb the tranquility inside. The wood of the door fit perfectly into the frame, as if cooperating with his intention to leave without attracting attention.

As the sun began to bathe the kitchen with its golden rays, the current cook of the house began to feel the gentle touch of Pipo sliding down her leg. She was surprised by the cat's presence there, knowing that at that time, he would probably be enjoying the sun on the balcony with Enzo. With a curious smile, she bent down to pet the feline and asked in a soft voice, "What are you doing here, Pipo? Where's your dad?" Pipo looked at her with his large curious eyes but made no sound in response. His tail moved slowly from side to side, as if subtly communicating something.

Intrigued, the woman picked up the cat and decided to investigate. With light steps and the cat nestled between her arms, she headed to the balcony, where she hoped to find her boyfriend. Upon reaching the glass door that separated the kitchen from the outdoor space, a gentle breeze caressed her face, bringing with it the fresh scent of plants and flowers. Her eyes scanned the balcony, looking for Enzo, but he wasn't there. She furrowed her brow, confused by his absence, but her heart warmed at the tranquil and serene scene before her. The sun's rays painted everything with golden hues, creating an atmosphere of peace and serenity.

With a contented sigh, Enzo's girlfriend approached the table, where Pipo used to settle next to his boyfriend. She imagined Enzo there, immersed in his thoughts or perhaps reviewing the script while the cat slept peacefully by his side. Realizing that Enzo wasn't on the balcony, his girlfriend began to search for him, talking to Pipo as she looked around. "Where did your dad go?" she muttered, while the cat meowed in response, as if trying to help in the search.

Her gaze eventually found Enzo in the front house, using his t-shirt to make a basket and pick tangerines from the neighbor's tree. With a playful smile, she greeted the man who lived in the house, saying, "Good morning, Mr. Oliveira!"

Enzo, surprised by his girlfriend's sudden appearance, quickly looked up and, in doing so, lost his balance, dropping some of the fruits he had picked, feeling somewhat embarrassed as he tried to retrieve the tangerines that had rolled out of the makeshift basket. His girlfriend chuckled softly at the situation, approaching to help him gather the fallen fruits. Enzo smiled, feeling relieved that it was just another playful joke from his beloved, until the voice of the neighboring gentleman emerged not as distant as he would have liked. "Good morning, dear, how's your afternoon going?" he addressed the neighbor with a wave, working in his garden not so far from the tangerine trees. Enzo's eyes widened quickly; it was clear that she would know about it, taking time to talk to her neighbor when she wasn't working and Enzo wasn't home. Enzo and his girlfriend looked at each other, sharing a knowing smile before Enzo quickly ran back to his apartment, leaving the freshly picked tangerines on the kitchen counter. Upon arriving home, he found his girlfriend still chatting with the neighbor on the balcony. He smiled to see her so comfortable but decided to surprise her and continue playing the role of the good guy to the old man who lived in the house across the street.

With light steps, Enzo pretended to leave the house for the first time that day, yawning exaggeratedly and stretching as he approached her from behind. The gentle breeze played with his hair as he approached, his loose t-shirt adorning his body casually. One of his hands slid gently to her waist, while the other stretched in a theatrical yawn. He leaned in to gently kiss the top of her head, his lips brushing lightly against her hair as he spoke.

"Ah, good morning, babe," he murmured sleepily, trying to maintain a tone of surprise in his voice. "Good morning, Mr. Oliveira!" his voice now a bit louder, as he greeted the neighbor, waving gently to him, who waved back. His girlfriend turned with a smile on her lips as she felt Enzo's touch, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she realized what he was doing, deciding to play along. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she replied, laughing softly. "Are you aware that it's already lunchtime?"

Enzo laughed, feeling happy to be sharing that relaxed moment with her. "You know how it is, I was up late last night, it was reealy hard to sleep," he joked, gently squeezing his girlfriend's waist in a loving gesture. The neighbor, who was watching the scene with a friendly smile, once again drew the couple's attention, engaging in a new conversation with the woman, occasionally bringing up Enzo, who, in turn, smiled at the neighbor, conveying an impression of courtesy and friendliness, but his thoughts were fully focused on the woman by his side.

Unable to resist the growing desire within him, Enzo let his hands slowly descend to her hips, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingers, which soon wandered to one side of her ass, still pretending normalcy, as if listening to the whole conversation. He gently squeezed it, conveying a subtle signal of possessiveness and affection as the conversation continued. Time seemed to slow down as they exchanged words with the neighbor, but inside, Enzo was eager for the moment when they would be alone again. Each touch, each glance exchanged with his girlfriend only heightened his longing for her.

As Enzo enveloped his girlfriend in a passionate embrace, she gently interrupted the effusive exchange of affection to address a few words to the neighbor, who was still watching from below. "Mr. Oliveira, I think it's time for lunch. Let's resume this conversation later, okay?" she said, smiling at the man as she slowly moved away from Enzo's embrace.

The neighbor nodded understandingly. "Of course, no problem! See you later, kids," he replied with a friendly smile before heading back to his house. With the brief interaction concluded, Enzo's girlfriend turned to him, ready to resume the moment of intimacy they had interrupted. However, before she could say anything, she felt Enzo's head bury into her neck, his arms wrapping around her from behind.

She sighed softly, feeling a shiver run down her spine with the light kisses Enzo left on her neck. It was a simple gesture, but filled with affection and tenderness, which made her feel loved and desired. The kisses gradually turned into nibbles, causing the woman to lean back into her boyfriend's warm touch, who in turn pressed his hips more against hers, his lips delicately moving to her ear. "Let's go inside, babe, I need to eat something…" he whispered in her ear, his voice husky and incredibly endearing, he knew well when and how to use it. "Lunch is ready, we can serve ourselves now, my love," she commented. Enzo chuckled playfully at her response, squeezing her more in his arms with tenderness. "Always thinking about food, huh?" He said with a teasing smile, his lips gently brushing against her neck as he spoke. "But I think I can make an effort not to completely exhaust you, after all, the smell of lunch is so good that it would be a sin not to enjoy it later," he whispered, before pulling her back into the house again.

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yourusername Time to replenish some shortages in the fridge, and Pipito decided he didn't want to leave Enzo's lap, or was it Enzo who decided not to let go of the cat?

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moratodeschini Living or just waiting for the moment when I'll steal Enzo's cat and girl?

vongrincicenzo please don't feliperamusiomora I'm right here, you know?

simonhempe pipito just living the life I dream of

yourusername you dream abou my boyfriend's lap? vogrincicenzo I also dream about u

pipegonzalezotano your fridge must be very sad

rocco.posca just waiting for her to decide what they are going to eat for dinner so she can give me the drive with the recipes for my menu for tomorrow

matiasrecalt Rocco said something about uploads a recipe drive every night, nena send it to me

kuku.esteban It's good that you went out shopping and aren't stealing from other people's houses

agustinpardella Who's to say they didn't steal from the market? jeronimogiocondobosia and tomorrow in the daily newspaper . . .

As Enzo and his partner walked through the aisles filled with shelves brimming with colorful and aromatic ingredients, a package of pasta caught her attention. With a smile on her lips, she picked it up, displaying it with a curious gaze. "What kind of sauce do you prefer today, love?" Her voice carried a note of curiosity, as if she were ready to venture into creating a new dish. Enzo, staring at the package with anticipation in his eyes, considered for a moment before replying, his smile widening as he imagined the flavors blending perfectly.

"How about a well-seasoned tomato sauce?" he suggested, his mind already running through the steps to prepare the dish. He could visualize the fresh tomatoes being cut into juicy pieces, the aroma of garlic browning in the pan, and the spices dancing around, ready to transform the simple pasta into a culinary masterpiece. His partner nodded with a smile of approval and said softly, "You know, I was thinking, we could try that recipe we saw on TikTok? It looked delicious and would be a great option for breakfast."

Enzo smiled, agreeing with the idea. "We can do that tomorrow morning. I think it will be a perfect way to start the day." As they continued to wait in line at the checkout, Enzo felt a comforting warmth as he held his partner's hand. It was a simple gesture, but it filled his heart with love and gratitude. He realized how lucky he was to have someone so special by his side.

Enzo looked at his partner and said with a sincere smile, "You always have the best ideas . . ." He quickly heard his girlfriend's laughter, as she hugged onto his arm, a great deal of affection in her laughter. As they waited in the checkout line, the tranquil atmosphere of the market seemed to envelop them in a cocoon of intimacy. Enzo felt her body heat drawing closer, and before he could realize it, she gently rested her face on his shoulder, their gazes meeting in a moment of complicity. Her eyes sparkled with tenderness as they looked at him, conveying a feeling of affection and connection that filled Enzo's heart with a sweet sensation of love. He could feel the warmth of her breath, each beat of her heart seemed to echo in perfect harmony with his own. Without thinking too much, Enzo let his instincts guide his actions. With an almost instinctive gentleness, he leaned forward slightly, capturing her lips in a quick and delicate kiss. It was a simple gesture, but full of meaning, an expression of affection that spoke volumes without the need for words. Her lips responded to the touch, their hearts dancing in unison, sealing the moment with a sweet promise of mutual love and unconditional support. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own little universe of affection and love.

"I have to start changing supermarkets," Enzo and his partner were immersed in their own world, lost in the sweet moment they shared, when a familiar voice interrupted their bubble of intimacy. It was the lively voice of Matias Recalt, certainly the couple's best and closest friend, approaching with a shopping basket. "A little modesty, please," exclaimed Matias, with a playful smile on his face. Enzo and his partner quickly separated, blushing slightly at the surprise of being caught in such an intimate moment. They exchanged quick glances, sharing a shy smile before greeting Matias. "Hi, Matias!" said Enzo, trying to disguise his surprise. "How are you?" Matias laughed, noticing the slight tension in the air. "Sorry for interrupting your romantic moment. I hope I was being intrusive!" The woman laughed, shaking her head. "Don't worry, Matias, we just got a little distracted." Enzo agreed, relieved to see Matias's easygoing nature. "Oh, didn't even notice."

As they waited in the checkout line, the conversation between the three flowed naturally, as it always did when they were together. Matias shared some funny stories about his day, and Enzo couldn't help but laugh, while his partner smiled, enjoying the friends' banter.

Meanwhile, they went through their purchases, each carrying their baskets towards the checkout. The atmosphere was light and relaxed, and Enzo felt grateful for the presence of their friends. When it was finally their turn at the checkout, Matias bid them farewell with a wave, wishing them a good night. Enzo and his partner thanked him for the enjoyable encounter and exchanged more smiles before heading out of the market.

The cool night air enveloped them as they exited, and Enzo and his girlfriend walked together towards their parked bicycles. They intertwined their hands, a simple yet meaningful connection that symbolized the support and affection they shared.

"And that would be another almost end of the day," said Enzo, looking at his partner with a smile. She nodded, agreeing. "Yes, even though it was interrupted at the end."

Enzo laughed, agreeing with her. "True, I found it funny he wrote down everything you bought so he could cook tomorrow." They reached their bicycles and, together, mounted them, ready to head back home.

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yourusername Ending the day with the cast on The Sims.

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blaspolidori enzo playing himself playing on the sims

yourusername he was planning our wedding vogrincicenzo and you're the flower boy, blas

simonhempe everyone of the cast?

yourusername there are some that are not filmbayona I am? yourusername yes, but you mysteriously starved

pipegonzalezotano tell me that at least then I'm watching football eating real meat

rocco.posca I hope you downloaded a mod for my hair

matiasrecalt I love this game I'm the same height as blas

moratodeschini should we tell Enzo that she has wicked whims??

alfosinacarrocio let's wait for the reaction vogrincicenzo guys . . . it was so much out of nowhere

After a peaceful and comforting night, Enzo and his girlfriend decided to spend some time together playing The Sims. Sitting comfortably on his lap, she skillfully held the mouse while he watched attentively at the computer screen, immersed in the virtual world unfolding before them. Together, they built a small fictional community with characters from the movie cast, with every detail carefully planned to reflect their tastes and personalities. Enzo was fascinated watching his girlfriend's creativity flow as she decorated the houses, chose the furniture, and planned the sims' careers. It was as if they were creating their own world, where they could escape the daily worries and get lost in imaginary adventures.

As she delved into the game, Enzo appreciated the opportunity to simply observe her, marveling at how her expression brightened with every achievement and challenge overcome. Feeling the warmth of her presence on his lap was comforting, a constant reminder of the love and companionship they shared. Enzo watched closely at the computer screen as his girlfriend manipulated the game controls. Suddenly, an interaction between the sim representing him and the one representing his girlfriend caught his attention. He watched with fascination as the sims exchanged gestures of affection, somehow reflecting the dynamics of their own relationship.

However, his surprise soon turned to shock when suddenly the game activated a mod known as Wicked Whims. His face twisted in a expression of surprise and confusion as he witnessed the explicitly romantic interactions between the sims, far beyond what he was used to seeing in the game. Turning to his girlfriend, who was still comfortably seated on his lap, Enzo asked incredulously, "What's going on? Is this how the game is now?" His voice carried a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty as he tried to process what he had just witnessed. She simply smiled gently, noticing his confusion. With a reassuring touch on his shoulder, she explained that this was not the game in its original form, but rather a fan-made modification to add a new layer of realism and complexity to the sims' interactions."Oh, so our reality is to just start hooking up out of nowhere?"

"It's not like you can keep those hands off me…" Enzo chuckled at his girlfriend's response. His laughter was a mix of relief and amusement as he settled comfortably in the chair, his hands automatically gently squeezing her waist, as if seeking closer contact to dispel the surprise. As his fingers lightly caressed her waist, Enzo felt comforted by her presence on his lap. "Apparently she's eating for two now… maybe we could try that out here too, right nena?"

[jennay]

Honey Bee

An: I think this is the end for Honey Bee. Thanks to everyone who went on this journey with me. I'm sad but happy and I'm sure I'll update with new chapters periodically maybe showing glimpses into their future if you guys would like that

parts: 1/2/3/4/5

Master List

Tags: @blackveilomens @xxrainstorm @somewhere-diamond @cookiesupplier @blacksoul-27 @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @jadert15 @an-insane-day

You sank into the plush cushions of the couch, captivated by the bright TV screen, where Noah was immersed in a game he swore was fun. You had no clue what he was doing, but it was amusing to watch him. You had spent the previous night binge-watching movies with him, and after a few glasses of wine, he persuaded you to stay over, saying it was too dangerous to drive.

You agreed without a second thought since his bed was the most heavenly you had ever slept in. You felt like you were floating in a cloud of softness and warmth.

You just wanted to chill until your head cleared, and you felt more alert. You weren't hungover, but you could feel the weight in your eyelids. Noah offered to make breakfast, but you declined, toasting a bagel and spreading some cream cheese. You thought it was perfect for a lazy morning.

The front door squeaked open - and your muscles tensed. Your stomach twisted as if you had been hit. Your eyes darted to Noah and back to the opening door. Jolly. He wasn't supposed to be back this early. Noah promised that Jolly wouldn't be home until midnight. So why - why was he standing there?

Your eyes widened, and you leaped from the couch - your heart hammering and your palms clammy. You felt your food rising in your throat. You had tried hard to hide your feelings like this, but you were caught off guard and had no time to brace yourself.

Jolly smiled, unable to act like he wasn't happy to see you, and opened his mouth to say something, but you glowered at him. You took a deep breath and walked past him without a word, pretending you didn't see his confused expression.

You felt his hand try to touch your arm, but you shook it off. You dashed up the stairs, your breath ragged and your heart thumping.

You locked eyes with Noah over the side rail - he looked stunned as if he didn't expect you to react so strongly; he thought you would've at least kept your cool. You gave him the finger, your face flushed and your eyes blazing. You barged into his room, slamming the door behind you.

"Shit, well, I tried," Noah says as he springs to his feet, joining Jolly at the door. He folds his arms over his chest and says, "Dude, please just go talk to her."

Jolly's eyes widen - if he was sleepy before, all the noise woke him up. He looks at you and then at Noah, confused. "Why is she acting like that?"

"I might have lied about when you were coming home. I'm sick of being in the middle of this. I just wanted to help." Noah laughs, unfolding his arms and slapping Jolly's shoulder. "If you would've just asked me, I would've told you I don't have feelings for y/n." He confesses, his voice sincere. "It's never been like that for us. We're just friends." He bites the inside of his cheek, wondering if he should reveal more. It couldn't hurt if he told Jolly how you felt; maybe it would give him the courage he needed. "She wants you, man. And it's been like this for years." He says, his voice dropping to a whisper. He feels a relief wash over him as he finally lets out his secret.

Jolly's eyes bulge in disbelief. "For years?" He repeats, dropping his bags on the floor with a loud thud. He felt like his ears were deceiving him.

Noah shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, "She hasn't said that directly, but if you're not a complete idiot, which you clearly are, you can see it." He growled, his voice dripping with sarcasm and annoyance. Noah wanted to slap some sense into Jolly's thick skull.

"You think I should go up there?" He asks nervously, rubbing his stubble, "It seems like she doesn't want to see me." He murmurs.

Noah shakes his head, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips, "I think my antics caught her off guard, I'll probably have to apologize to her later." He says. "She's been putting up with my shit a lot lately, man. Usually, she can get away from me by going to you, but lately, it's just been her and me." He chuckles, "I know I'm a pain in the ass."

Jolly shook his head in disbelief. "You are." He said, heading for the stairs. His feet felt heavy and sluggish as he climbed the stairs like he was walking to his execution.

Noah followed him, hoping to give him some encouragement. Noah watched as Jolly gently knocked on the door, waiting for a reply.

When he heard nothing, he cautiously opened the door - and as soon as Jolly was in, Noah dashed to the door, slamming it shut behind him and locking it from the outside.

Your throat clenched, and your lungs gasped for air when you saw Jolly standing there; you felt like a fish out of water. You jumped off the bed with a huff and ran to the door. You grabbed the handle and turned it. Shocked when it didn't budge. "Noah!" You yelled. "What the hell…"

You heard Noah laugh from the other side of the door. "I switched the lock last night, you fell right into my trap like I knew you would." He said, sounding smug.

You wanted to escape, away from Jolly, away from Noah, away from everything. "I'll unlock it when you two sort out your feelings." Noah said, sounding relaxed and indifferent. "And I have all the time in the world, so don't bother rushing." You heard his footsteps receding from the room.

You turned around to see Jolly standing there, his eyes full of guilt and sadness. He looked conflicted between wanting to comfort you and fearing your reaction. His nervousness was tangible, and you wondered what he would say.

You walked back to the bed and sat down, avoiding his gaze. You felt a knot in your stomach and a storm of emotions in your heart. "Shit." You whispered, closing your eyes and lying on your back.

You covered your eyes, wishing he would leave you alone.

You felt the mattress sink as he sat beside you and heard him exhale deeply. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to, but there are some things I think I should say." He said, sounding more assertive than you expected. "I didn't mean to hurt you." He added softly, his voice full of regret.

You let out a scornful laugh, cutting him off. "Well, you did." You snapped, feeling bitter.

"I tried to call you, and I tried to text you. You kept avoiding me and not giving me room to explain!" He says slightly, raising his voice.

You sit up, eyes landing on him with anger and disbelief. "What was there to explain? You led me on, made me think you were into me, and when I acted on it, you rejected me? You fucked with my head, Jolly!" You say, matching his tone, "Yes, I ignored you because it hurt, I still can't even think of you some days, but you're always fucking there!" You whine, standing up and pacing the room. "I wanted you; I tried showing you; I tried explaining that there was nothing with Noah. I came to Sweden FOR YOU."

Jolly stares at you, a sarcastic smile on his lips, "And then you called me and said you just wanted to be friends while I was trying to figure out how to make it up to you! I tried telling you the day you decided to fly back here, but you wanted to leave, and I know it wasn't a work thing; it was because you were mad at me and needed fucking Noah! You're always running to Noah. Do you see why I might be confused?!"

You run your hand down your face and sit in Noah's computer chair. "Do not try to put this on me, Jolly. I have been putting myself out there for years, hoping you'd take a fucking hint." You say through clenched teeth. "Why couldn't you just trust me? Instead, you made me question everything I felt for you." You say, your voice trembling with anger and pain. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears, and you wish you could calm down.

"I didn't trust myself!" He exclaims, raising his hands in frustration. "How could I trust you when I was so confused about my own feelings?" Jolly shifts his position, crossing his legs and leaning back. He doesn't look away from you, and you see the conflict in his eyes. "I tried, okay? I tried to trust you, but I just…I couldn't understand it. I thought you and Noah were perfect for each other. I saw how you two have always clicked, how he made you smile, how he always had your back. I felt like I didn't measure up. I let my fears overpower your words." His voice is at a mere whisper toward the end of his sentence. He senses your silence and goes on. "I want to fix this, but I need you to tell me what you want." He pauses, "We've been sending mixed signals, and I think it's confusing us both." He says, looking into your eyes, searching for a sign.

You rise from the chair and walk over to Jolly, sitting beside him on the bed. You lower your head, feeling hopeless. "I don't know how to fix this. I can't pretend to be just your friend. I've moved past that, but I'm afraid to jump into a real relationship with you." You say softly, your voice steady. "I'm scared that I'll do something that triggers your insecurities, and you'll assume someone else is better for me. And when I say I love you and only you, you won't believe me. I don't want those doubts in your mind to win and destroy what we have."

Jolly's lips curl into a small smile. "Love me?" He repeats, his tone curious.

You move closer to him, taking his hand in yours, "Yeah." You whisper, gazing into his eyes, "Because I do." You say, your voice is shaky. You squeeze his hand. "I need you to show me it's safe for me to be in this with you. I don't want to walk around on eggshells expecting the worst to happen. I want to wake up knowing we made the right choice." You say, your voice firm and serious. "Can you do that?"

He leans in, eyes locked onto yours, and gently cups your face with his other hand. His thumb caresses your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. You feel his warm breath on your lips as he whispers, "I can do that." He closes the gap between you, and you feel his soft lips press against yours.

The kiss is gentle and sweet but enough to make your heart flutter. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and deepen the kiss. You feel his arm around your waist, holding you close, and you melt into him. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours, smiling and panting. You look into his eyes, and they shine with love. "I'll never get tired of that," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. He pauses, "I brought something with me." He pulls away from you and digs in his pocket, opening a small box to reveal the opal ring he'd given you before. The ring sparkles in the light. "I wanted to give it back, and this time, I want to give it to you as a promise ring. Because I promise to be here for you, to keep you safe, and to make you feel loved and secure." He holds the ring out to you, his eyes never leaving yours. "But most of all, I promise to trust you." His voice is so sincere; you can tell he means every word. You can't help but smile. You let him slide the ring back on your finger, which fits perfectly. You look at the ring, then at him, "I was hoping I'd get this back," you say, your voice soft and sweet. You lean in and kiss him gently, feeling his lips curve into a smile.

You whisper, "I'm glad you're home."

He sighs, but it's not a sign of annoyance or anger this time. It's a sound of pure bliss and relief. "Should we text Noah?" He asks, his voice soft and content.

You nod your head and pull out your phone. You type a quick message: Can you let us out now? We had wild sex on your bed and made up.

You hear a loud laugh from the hallway. "Yeah, right." Noah's voice echoes in your ears, and you see the door handle turn. "I've been sitting out here the whole time." He says, opening the door. He grins as he sees the two of you standing, Jolly's arms wrapped around your waist and holding you close, a smile on your face. The air feels lighter, and Noah is happy for you.

"I heard you leave…" You say, chuckling. "You mean to tell me you came back and eavesdropped on everything?"

"How else was I supposed to know when to let you out?" He asks, acting like you're stupid. "Let me see the ring." He says, walking over to you and grabbing your hand. He examines it, nodding his head in approval. But instead of saying anything nice, he says, "Should we order food and watch a movie? I'm emotionally drained, and I wasn't even in here." He jokes.

You and Jolly follow Noah down the stairs and into the living room, where you find a cozy spot on the couch. You cuddle up to Jolly, resting your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around him. He kisses your forehead and holds you close, making you feel safe.

Noah makes a disgusted noise and says, "Gross. Now I'm the third wheel." He flops down on the other end of the couch and grabs the remote. He asks what you want to watch, hoping to distract himself from your lovey-dovey display.

"You know I'm always up for a murder mystery or a horror movie!" You say, raising your voice to annoy them.

Noah shakes his head, "Don't make her mad, Jolly. You'd be shocked how much she knows about disposing of a corpse without leaving a trace," He jokes.

You lift your head from Jolly's chest and give Noah a menacing look. "I'll strike when you least expect it, Noah. No one is safe from me. Not even you." You say, putting on a sinister tone.

Noah throws you the remote. He wonders if you're serious sometimes. He looks at Jolly and says, "And you're willingly choosing this psychopath?"

Jolly laughs at his remark, "Yes because she's my adorable little psycho." He says, squeezing you tighter and making you giggle. "And if she chooses to murder me someday, at least I'll die happy."

Noah rolls his eyes, not impressed by Jolly's comment. "I'm gonna order Chinese food. Do you guys want the usual?" He asks, getting up from the couch.

You nod, and Noah heads to the kitchen. Jolly takes this chance to ask you something that is on his mind. "Let me take you on a real date tomorrow." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver.

You pull back, looking into his eyes, smiling as you nod in approval. "I'd love that." You say, leaning in for a kiss. He kisses you back, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.

You hear Noah clear his throat from the kitchen, and you break the kiss, laughing. "Sorry, Noah." You say, feeling a blush on your cheeks.

Jolly smiles at you, "He'll get used to it." He says, kissing your cheek. "He has to cause I don't plan on letting you go." He says, making your heart flutter.

"And now I'm back to hating both of you, this time for all the PDA, how the tables have turned."

You throw a pillow at Noah when he sits down. "It could be worse. We could be screaming at each other still."

Noah nods and playfully rolls his eyes, "Shut up and pick a fucking movie." He rubs his temples, "I will separate you two!"

You pick up the remote and browse through the movie options. You see an horror movie and ask Noah if he's up for it.

He nods and says, "Sure, why not? Maybe it'll scare some sense into you two." He jokes, grabbing a pillow and hugging it.

You press play, and the movie starts. You watch the screen but sneak glances at Jolly, who smiles at you and kisses your hair. You know you've made the right choice. You're glad you gave him a chance and excited for tomorrow's date. You don't know what the future holds, but you know you want him to be a part of it. You squeeze his hand and whisper, "I love you."

He smiles, whispering back, "I love you too, Honey bee."

[chaos-in-deepspace]

L&DS Xavier: Lazy Mornings | Drabble

I totally meant for this to be posted yesterday...but then one of my homies got me into FFXV and legit played that all night. So anyway, my third 10-minute drabble. I'm actually going to start working on Rafayel's batch right now and write maybe one or two of them before I gotta get ready for work.

Pairing: Xavier x Reader Warning: None Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.

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Xavier

Waking up to something burning normally wasn’t the ideal way of starting your morning. Especially not when you noticed how the man who was normally passed out right next to you until who knows when was currently not in bed. The two things combined had you jumping out of bed in only your underwear, all but sprinting to the kitchen in a panicked haze.

As you suspected, you could see Xavier in the kitchen wearing one of your favorite aprons. He seemed to be trying to cook bacon, but in the frying pan it looked almost charred. He had his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he slid off the desecrated food onto a plate and looked it over. That’s when he finally noticed you in the doorway, looking at him in horror.

“What’s goin on?” It came out as more of a slur as you let out a loud yawn. You covered your mouth and noticed how your eyes seemed to water. You really were tired and you couldn’t place why. Xavier glanced at you, those cerulean puppy dog eyes were big as he almost seemed to pout at being caught.

“I got hungry so I thought I could make us some breakfast.” He finally said and you looked him over then back to the pan. “I also thought maybe I could bring you breakfast in bed for once since I woke up early…” ah there it was. Now you couldn’t be mad at him.

You shook your head as you walked over to him, your hand reaching up. It looked as though you were about to cup his cheeks, but instead you opted to pinch them, making Xavier flinch back in surprise. Before he could get too far though, you were dragging him down to your level and planting a kiss on his lips.

Your arms snaked their way around his waist as Xavier seemed to melt against your lips. Your fingers delicately played with the strings of the apron and you easily untied it and parted from his lips, using your hands now to take off the next piece. Once the apron was gone you tossed it on yourself, tying the back piece and smirking.

“I’ll get us some breakfast, you just sit there and look pretty.” You said with a laugh and Xavier was now actually pouting after realizing he had gotten played by you.

“Can’t I at least help?” Those giant eyes looked at you as he seemed to almost be begging you with them. It always set your heart beating faster than it should and you had to hold strong so you would have a kitchen by the end of the morning.

“How about you crack and whisk us up some eggs. I want to make a breakfast scramble.” You finally said and Xavier didn’t seem happy with the meager chore. His lip jutted out in a pout and gosh it was so hard to say no to him when he was begging.

You grabbed his cheeks with both hands, squishing them and watched as his cheeks turned red. His own hands went over to grab onto yours, but you didn’t let up, “Behave, Xavier.” You scolded him. He knew just what he was doing when he gave you that look, “I want something edible this morning for breakfast.”

Xavier huffed and rolled his eyes; the hands that were trying to pry yours off now went to your waist, dragging you closer as he pressed another kiss to your lips. He spoke against them in a soft voice, “I truly can’t do anything else?” he was testing you this morning it would seem.

You pushed him back gently and smiled, “You really can’t. Now get the eggs ready, babes.” you pat his chest once before parting, walking over the fridge to grab what you needed.

“Fine…but I’ll make breakfast next time then.” He muttered.

“Like hell you will…”

So anyway...tomorrow Infold has a Livestream for what's essentially Season 2 of LADS. Anyone gonna be watching it? Imma have to literally wake up at 6am to catch it.

[copperbadge]

[ID: A photograph of a building in Chicago through my window; in one corner my spider plant is photobombing the image. Through the window, snow can be seen falling against the urban backdrop.]

It's snowing in Chicago for New Year's! Everyone who bought a cute cocktail dress to wear out to the parties tonight, I'm so sorry. Maybe invest in some kind of dramatic greatcoat that will keep your butts warm.

Me, I've put the stracotto di manzo on to slow cook (fourth dish I'm cooking, third course in the Festa Alla Cinque Cibi) and I'm about to sit on the sofa and not do much for a bit.

The stracotto di manzo recipe, like the burik recipe, comes from Portico, a Jewish-Italian cookbook (there's an online version here) and I did make a few alterations; I hope people know that whenever I talk about changing a recipe it's because I'm changing it to suit my tastes or laziness, and that's not a critique of the recipe. In this case, I halved the recipe since I'm only one man and four pounds of pot roast is too much. I also replaced the sauteed onions-celery-garlic mixture with my Special Sauce, but mainly because I had the Special Sauce handy and it's the same flavor profile more or less. No celery note, but I'm indifferent to celery.

[ID: three images; left, a photo into the instant pot, showing a golden-brown mess on the bottom; center, a bottle of Bay Bridge Vineyards Cabernet Sauvignon; right, the "special sauce" after the wine has been added, which is now a surprisingly appetizing-looking green liquid flecked with gold.]

The "special sauce" is a mixture of caramelized onions, roasted garlic, and my homemade pesto (roasted cashews, fresh basil, salt, roasted garlic, olive oil). I browned the beef chunks in olive oil and removed them, added the special sauce just long enough to get it good and hot, then added the wine and deglazed the pan. They say you should only ever cook with wine you'd drink, but I don't like wine at all, so like a good San Francisco boy I bought some California Cab in the $5-$10 range and hoped for the best. When it arrived it turned out it had been on markdown, so that is right there some of your finest $2.50 wine. I'll use the rest in a ragu sauce or to thin paint or something. How long does jet fuel keep in the fridge?

[ID: A shot into the instant-pot of large chunks of beef bubbling away in a red sauce, bits of gold "special sauce" still visible here and there. None of you can smell the garlic and basil I'm smelling right now but I wish you could.]

Anyway I didn't get a photo of the beef browning, but once the special sauce and red wine were on the boil, I added a massive can of tomato puree and the browned beef, brought it up to bubbling, then switched over to slow-cook. I've got it on the lowest possible setting but that might be slightly too low, so I'll check the temp in two hours and re-evaluate. It's just feeding me and I have no set time to eat, so if it takes all day it takes all day.

All that's left now is the second fry on the Carciofi Alla Giudia, which will be the last thing I do because you serve that warm and there's no real way to re-heat it after the second fry.

Breakfast was a slice of homemade pizza and like four amaretti cookies, because I am only ever classy by appointment.

[lxkeeeee]

I’m going to pee my pants oh my GOD MY ENSUSNSMJEUWHDJWBSOXKRJDIWKOWOWGNH MAKE HUSBAND SCARA PACK FEM KITSUNE A LUNCH OR BREAKFAST NOW 😡😡😡😡😡😡 -R

KISS THE COOK

husband scaramouche x fem kitsune wife! reader

synopsis: a puppet doesn't need to eat but unfortunately his wife does so.

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive.

notes: this is a continuation of this fic because I'm too lazy hahahahaha (but you don't have to read it though since it doesn't really impact this story's storyline), established relationship, also anon I'm getting concerned lmfaoo 😭

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The bright morning rays have completely enveloped the room, peeking through the blinds and caressing the face of a sleeping male puppet. Scaramouche groans as his hands instinctively tried to cover his eyes before eventually giving up, his eyes flutter open to reveal his indigo colored eyes. He slowly got up and then faced his currently sleeping wife—her eyes closed, bruised and swollen lips, neck full of hickies and love bites, some of her hair falling Infront of her face, breathing even and calm. Scaramouche smiled to himself as he used his fingers to caressed the hair strands away from her face, warmth immediately filling him as he watched her nuzzle her face against his hand.

He hesitated on pulling his hands away but he eventually did, earning him a small pout from her sleeping face. He chuckled before eventually carefully getting out of bed. He quickly wore some clothes to cover his bare body—that equally has multiple love bites and some deep scratches at his back, a trail of purple like liquid that has already dried can be seen from where the scratches were.

He took a one last look at her before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“I'll be back, my love.” he softly says as he tiptoed through the room towards their kitchen.

[y/n] opened her eyes a little bit, smiling to herself before eventually going back to sleep.

Scaramouche rummage through their refrigerator to look for some ingredients, he mutters curses to himself as he realizes that they ran out of eggs.

“Goddamnit, don't tell I have to go down and get some eggs from the main kitchen?” he groans to himself before once again leaving their kitchen, passing by their bed—making sure not to wake her up from his steps and the from the sound of the doors closing.

The Balladeer kept muttering curses as he walked passed the abnormally large hallway of the Zapolyarny Palace, the dark and cold hallway giving him goosebumps.

“Please don't make me run into the other Harbingers, especially Dottore and Childe, I swear—” he mutters to himself before he heard an aggregating voice of a certain ginger, making his steps even faster to avoid the guy.

“Goodmorning comrade! Surprised to see you early in the morning.” Childe laughed as he tried to catch up with the Balladeer, “Hey! Wait for me!”

“Shut the fuck up Childe.” Scaramouche says as he tried to ignore the man, “Now that's not very nice, where are you going? The kitchen? Lemme accompany you.” Childe says with a grin and you can hear Scaramouche screaming in his mind as eventually broke into a run with Childe laughing behind him.

“Surprised to see you came here in the main kitchen Scaramouche, is [y/n] still asleep? I missed her.” the eleventh harbinger says with a small pout and Scaramouche swore he almost broke the egg from his hand, an irk mark on his forehead.

Why the actual fuck my wife likes to hang out with this guy? Scaramouche thought to himself, as he grit his teeth.

“I'm surprised Miss [y/n] even married you, speaking of marriage, should I propose to Xiansheng?” Childe mutters to himself and Scaramouche resisted to facepalm.

This kid, I swear to Tsaritsa—

Scaramouche took a deep breath before eventually speedwalking out of the kitchen, Childe still deep in thought, the eleventh harbinger noticed that the Balladeer is gone, making him eventually run out of the kitchen to follow the small man.

Scaramouche sped walk through the halls of Zapolyarny Palace, a basket of eggs on his arms, passing by a familiar blue haired doctor, immediately flipping him off with a huff before continuing to walk past him.

Dottore just looked at the puppet with semi amused look and a semi confused face.

“Wait for me comrade!” a familiar voice yells, echoing in the walls of the Zapolyarny Palace halls, making the purple haired man to sprint back to his shared room with his wife, slamming the door shut.

He wheezed as his back slid against the door before flinching as he realized that he slammed the door shut, his eyes immediately going to their bed, a sigh of relief escapes his lips as he noticed [y/n] is still asleep. He runs his finger through his dark violet locks, before tiptoing across the room with a basket filled with ingredients on one arm.

He placed the basket of ingredients in the kitchen counter, looking at the clock in their kitchen and dining room.

11:30 a.m.

It's not too late for pancakes I think?

He thought to himself as he grabbed some pans and bowls. Tying the pink apron with 'kiss the cook' at the front that Childe gave him. Muttering curses for the ginger.

Somewhere in Zapolyarny Palace a certain Eleventh Harbinger sneezed. “Must've been the cold.” he says to himself.

[y/n] slowly flutter her eyes open, wincing as the brightness of the room is what she immediately saw. Her fox ears immediately standing up as she heard the sounds of something sizzling, her nose twitch as she smelled her husband's cooking. She smiled softly before carefully slipping the blanket off her bare body, for a brief moment her five fox tails appeared before immediately disappearing.

Slowly got off the bed, grabbed a silk robe and slipped it into her body.

Her eyes landed on the mirror, trailing her fingers down her neck—the lovebites and a small satisfied smirk appears on her face before she confidently strides across the room until their kitchen.

Scaramouche continues to prepare their meals, already stacking some of the pancakes on two different plates, his back facing the door, not noticing how his wife leaned her body against the door frame, arms crossed and a playful smile on her face.

She whistled teasingly, immediately grabbing his attention. His cheeks immediately flushed as he watched her eyes go up and down his body, embarrassed to be caught wearing something atrocious.

“Surprised to see you wear Childe's gift, got to say it suits you, my love.” she says, a playful tone in her voice, he scoffed as he looked away despite the red on his ears.

“I didn't have a choice since my usual apron is at the laundry.” He mutters before groaning, “Couldn't you sleep a little longer? I was planning on surprising you a breakfast in bed.” He says with a deadpan and she just chuckles as she took a seat in one of the empty dining chairs.

Scaramouche just sighs before giving the girl soft smile as he gently placed down a plate of pancakes for her—topped with fresh strawberries and maple syrup and he placed a freshly brewed cup of coffee.

He pulled the chair next to her, took a seat. They both clapped their hands as they mutter “Thank you for the food.” before taking a bite of their respective meals.

Scaramouche's pancakes were blueberry flavored while [y/n]'s were strawberries.

She softly sighs as the sweet flavor erupted into her mouth and Scaramouche can only shake his head, proud that his cooking never fails.

“I assume you like the breakfast I made for you?” he says, a playful grin on his face and she immediately nodded enthusiastically.

“Like? I absolutely love this! My love, your pancakes never fails to amaze me.” She says as she put her hand on her cheek. Scaramouche's eyes widen to see a bit of syrup at her lips, quickly using his thumb to wipe it off and licking it from his finger.

Her eyes immediately widen as she realizes something, snapping her fingers at the thought.

“Have you tasted the strawberry one's?” she asked as she gently placed a piece of pancake into her mouth, Scaramouche shook his as he too cut a piece from his blueberry pancake.

“No, why do you asked?” He asked, completely oblivious, she smirked as she used her hand to lift and pull his chin on her direction.

His eyes widen as he felt her lips on his, indigo colored eyes rolling back as she slipped her tongue into his lips, pushing the strawberry flavored pancake into his mouth.

She slowly pulls away and watched at her husband's shocked expression, she chuckled as he slowly chewed on the strawberry flavored pancake with bright red blush on his cheeks and ears.

“You're very devious, how dare you.” he mutters—tone playful as he continued to eat his food pretending he didn't just melt under her charm, as if he didn't felt putty during the kiss.

“Love you too my darling~”

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I can't deny it any longer, my writing style is getting influenced by ai 💔💔 watch me add ... after every word /jk

Also me at any given moment: cumrag.

[marikosenwrites]

I NEED SOME RANPO FLUFF PLEASEEEEE

cuddling with Ranpo?? Mornings with Ranpo?? Helping him get ready for work???

Thank you I love your writing so much 😭🥰

Have a good day/night!!!

sen's notes: OKAY ANON IM GOING TO DO THIS FOR YOU I LOVE RANPO AHHHHHHHHHHHHH also thanks for the support!! imma just do morning cuddles and helping him getting ready for work which is basically everything and YEAH LETS GO (also its short)

(im getting over being lazy with writing (not really) but the fact that schools starting again and i'm too tired to do anything productive except writing on tumblr bc i love yall) also its finally not a head canon

warnings: PURE FLUFF NO ANGST (i cant 😭)

gn!reader (forsure)

ranpo edogawa

sunlight broke through the curtains attacked ranpo's eye lids, prying his eyes open. once he opened his eyes, he yelped from the brightness. "sugar, sugar, i'm blind!" ranpo cried out to your peaceful sleeping figure.

"what...ranpo, you can't become blind with nothing getting into our dorm overnight," you rub your eyes and squint them to see better. "must be the sunlight."

you stand up to walk to the curtains and close them until the light wasn't in your room anymore and only the light from the lamp remains.

"oh, much better!" he opens his eyes, finally. "sugar, can we sleep a bit more? it's only eight am, after all."

"no, ranpo, you should say, 'it's already 8,' because it's time for work." you sigh as you sit on the bedside, beside your boyfriend who was shifting back into the covers.

"pleaseee~? only 15 minutes?" ranpo pleas, his emerald eyes opening.

"fine, fine, no more than that," you said, as you went back into the covers with open arms for ranpo to cuddle into.

fifteen minutes could pass quickly, for all you know, but these minutes with ranpo seem to pass slowly. quickly, you press the 15-minute button on your phone, mentally preparing yourself in time for the shrilling alarm sound after 15 minutes.

but for this occasion, time doesn't seem to go your way. in what seemed like 5 minutes, the alarm rang and woke you and ranpo up from your peaceful sleep. "ugh...already 15 minutes?" ranpo whines, his arms and legs flailing.

"it's already 15 minutes. c'mon, your work's waiting for you to tend to it. at the very least, i'll help you get ready." ranpo's ears perked up at the idea of that.

"ooh, yay! let's do that, then," immediately, the man took his partner's hand and led them to the bathroom, where he peeled off his clothes, leaving his boxers visible.

"you said you were going to help me get ready," the raven complained.

"right, right." you grab his white dress shirt from the closet and put it on him, leaving it to him to button it up. "you're wearing your pants by yourself, though."

"aw, that was disappointing!" he says, pouting as you hand him his overcoat.

"in return, i'll shower you with kisses on your face."

"yaaaaaaaaay!"

you grab your own hoodie and sweatpants to wear, changing into them quietly as ranpo stares at you. "...what?"

"nothing," he whistles, "just looking at how...good you look. but you look good in every outfit, i know it!"

"ranpo!" your face turns red.

"where are my kisses? you promised. i even put on my own tie." ranpo angrily puts his hands on his hips, although you could tell by his tone that he was only joking to be mad.

"coming, coming~" you sigh happily as you go over to cup his cheeks and kiss him all over his face.

a kiss on the bridge of his nose, the tip, his cheeks, his forehead, his eyelids, and last but not least, his lips. the tender feeling stays on your lips and his for a few seconds, although you know that time is ticking, so you part.

"okay, i'm satisfied! but you gotta give me more when we get to the agency!" ranpo smiles as bright as the sun.

"alright, you big baby," you laugh and put on your shoes at the door, with ranpo trailing behind you and copying your actions.

"we're dropping off the bakery to get some bread, right? i haven't eaten breakfast just yet." ranpo opens the door.

"yeah, we are," you exit quickly before he can close the door on you, locking the door too.

"okay, to the bakery!"

ending notes: heyy so it's a bit short, i know, i tried my best. anyhow, i hoped you enjoyed reading!

©all banners, dividers, and stories are made by marikosenwrites and the pictures in it are from pinterest. i own none of the BUNGO STRAY DOGS/BUNGOU STRAY DOGS/文豪ストレイドッグス characters mentioned here.